#yeah! of course zeke would think that!

[joogios]

Anyways, Zeke Jaeger had to sit down and realise that because of his decision at seven to turn in his parents as Eldian spies his dad essentially replaced him and Dina, went back to Paradis and had another wife and another son and on top of that he had to realise that after raising Zeke to be nothing but a pawn for Eldia, Grisha had gone and named his new son after Eren Kruger, the leader of the Eldian Restorationists, AND IF THAT WASNT BAD ENOUGH Zeke was probably aware enough to know that Grisha did that whilst being married to a woman who probably had no clue whatsoever as to who/what Grisha was and what the name symbolised.

[loderlied]

having completely normal thoughts (gortash wotr au)

[dollwrites]

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 — 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ this is a dark fic! smut ( minors dni ), fem!marleyan!reader, noncon ( and eventual dubcon ), virgin!reiner, gagging, size kink, noncon oral sex ( f! ), lots of manhandling, overstimulation ( him ), noncon creampie and dubcon breeding mention, tension between marleyan & eldian obviously, spoilers for late s3 / early s4, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ originally posted on 01.01.2023. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ unholy by hey violet

he was watching you again.

it seemed like he always was. quietly ogling from the corner. you knew, of course, and every now and then, you would cut him a glare that seemed to burn right through him. the furrow in your brows brought forth the memory of a soreness in his jaw, that he discreetly reached up to rub with the back of his hand— the sensation of your fist making direct contact with it wrenched to the forefront of his mind. you’d decked him, hard enough to dislocate it, because you’d woken up to find one hand inching up under your shirt. he hadn’t been able to control the urge to touch you any longer, and although his fingers had not made it far above your belly button, he’d paid for their misdeeds severely: first the punch from you, and then a savage beating dealt from the hands of your peers— Marleyan soldiers.

but maybe he was lucky.

had he been any other Eldian, anyone of lower ranking, he would’ve been beaten to death for touching you. but did that stop him from wanting you so bad it tortured him? did that stop him from thinking about you late at night, from gripping the sheets of his bed so tight in one hand and himself in the other, whispering your name under his breath and trying his best to imagine it was you wrapped around his hard and desperate cock instead of his fist?

not even for a second.

“Going home,” Zeke announced his presence as he approached, the cherry of a cigarette burning and a dull, gray trail of smoke following him, “are you excited?”

“Yeah.” a pathetic excuse for a reply, actually, but Zeke hadn’t seemed to expect any less. he didn’t bother following Reiner’s eyeline, he already knew where it would lead, and that you were on the end of it. Reiner hadn’t even looked away when Zeke approached, so the War Chief was aware he was deep in his hapless abyss of desire for you.

Zeke sucks on the cigarette, and the end singes furious red as he draws in a deep breath and contemplates the silence between them.

but Reiner wasn’t. he was lost in his thoughts of you. the shape of your body, how effortlessly enticing you were just sitting there with your comrades. that damned unreadable expression you always wore— and that fiery hatred in your eyes when he caught them. did you loathe the weight of his gaze so much? did you feel every ounce of lust he poured into it, tracing each curve of your figure, wishing he could kiss every inch of you? you never held his gaze long, just enough to grimace in disapproval, stare down your nose at him.

it should’ve turned him off completely.

it didn’t.

because Reiner was convinced that, if he could just get you alone, if he could just get his hands on you, he could make you like him. he could rip away that hatred, and replace it with affection.

or, maybe it was just wishful thinking, and he didn’t care to talk himself out of the lie he fed himself because his time was running out and he needed to feel you ( even just once ) before he passed his Titan down.

as if fate was winking her eye at him, you said farewell to your peers and got up from your seat, disappearing behind a closed door. it wasn’t to go to the bunker, he knew that. behind that door was a small room where you spent most of your time— a broad desk in the middle of the room and maps spread out. you were in charge of reading them, marking attack points, rendezvous, and escape points.

and, more often than not, you were alone in there.

Reiner’s hands clenched into fists, and the muscles in his jaw tightened.

Zeke glanced at him, eyebrow quirked, and murmured, “What if I ordered you against it?” Reiner didn’t have to tell Zeke what he planned to do, it was painfully obvious already.

“I would tell you to have me punished for insubordination after we reach home.” Reiner didn’t mince words or intentions, and pushed himself off the wall. this was, quite possibly, the only opportunity he’d have to catch you alone, as he watched the other Marleyans filtering towards their bunks, leaving your little office completely unguarded.

Zeke pondered his response.

Reiner seemed decided already, and he knew that he couldn’t be swayed. so, the chief sighs. “Then, I’ll order you not to get caught this time.” Zeke said, instead. he knew he shouldn’t allow Reiner out of his sight, and especially not to disappear behind that door, but Reiner also wasn’t a child anymore. he wasn’t so easy to control. “I need my Vice Chief alive.”

Reiner blinked, expecting more resistance, but when it wasn’t pressed, he didn’t look at Zeke. he nodded, and crept off, slinking through the shadowy corners until he reached the door.

Reiner slipped inside, but made no real efforts to hide his arrival, staring at your back. you were standing at the desk, both hands on the maps, and you don’t say anything to the intruder. his eyes don’t leave you, hand drifting to the push the lock on the door into place.

“The war’s over.” he mutters, and he watches your shoulders stiffen. you hadn’t expected it to be him, it seems. “You can stop staring at those maps.”

you don’t look back at him, and he uses the opportunity of stealth to reach up and grasp his armband, his marker as an Eldian, and snatch it from his bicep as he approached.

“As long as Eldians exist, there will be other wars.” you spit in return, but your eyes widen only slightly when you hear how close his footsteps have gotten. your heart skips a beat, and you stare at your own fist on the table. “Get out of here.”

“No.”

a lump forms in your throat— he was right behind you. when he whispered it, his breath shifted the hair that rested against your ear, and the heat from his breath sent a shiver up your spine. did he… did he say ‘no’? to a direct order from a Marleyan?

“I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.” he added, and you felt the sturdiness of his body against your back; his head dips low, so he can breathe your scent in deep.

your fist flew back towards him as you started to turn to face off with him, but he must’ve been ready for it, because he caught your arm at the wrist and bent it up behind your back until you cry out, “Son of a —!”

your expletive is muffled, and you gag on the taste of cotton. for a moment, you can’t tell what he’s shoved in your mouth, until he cinches it in a tight knot behind your head, pressing his weight on you, and you realize it’s his armband. rage fills your stifled obscenities as you writhe, desperate to get free, and stomp your feet, hoping to catch his toes under your boots. “I didn’t want to do it like this,” he growled in your ear, bringing his knees up into the back of yours, bending you over the tabletop with a rough shove. one, massive fist secures both of your wrists together at the small of your back, “but, I’m almost outta time. And I can’t wait on you to come around, anymore.” the more you wiggle, the harder he squeezes your arms, and you bite down hard on the gag. you were no match for his strength, and you knew that, but your pride wouldn’t be easily broken.

you kicked and flailed as wildly as you could, blindly, screaming slurred and incoherent about all the gruesome, bloody ways you would make him pay for this if he didn’t get off of you, but even that didn’t stop him.

his free hand grasped your belt and the hem of your trousers at once, jerking them down your thighs. leather screamed until it pools with your pants at your ankles, restricting them, and Reiner sucks in a breath behind you. “I really wanted to take my time with you,” he husks, placing his powerful palm on your ass and digging his fingers in, groping rough handfuls. you bite down to push a moan back into your throat, brows furrowed. both of your fists uncurl, and you hook your digits into the waistband of your panties, instead, in a vain attempt to keep him from tearing them off of you. it doesn’t matter; Reiner’s calloused fingers seemed to rip right through the cotton and shred them until they sagged in threads against your thighs. and then, he lets out a low, awed moan, squatting down to stare at your core, inches from it.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of this? Imagined how sweet your pussy must taste?” you shook your head, gurgling in defiance— demanding he not even dare, but it was too late. your fingers push at his forehead, hoping to pry him away, but his mouth was already sealing against your netherlips, suckling on them. you pushed your tongue against the gag to keep yourself from moaning; you couldn’t admit to him how good it felt, especially when his tongue slipped between his lips and flicked your clit to life. the throbbing nerve swells against his tastebuds and he snorts like a beast in rut, lapping at you. his mouth then travels over one ass cheek, sinking his teeth in deep, sucking on the skin to leave his signature on you. you squeak, clenching your legs together, but it hid nothing from his devious mouth. “I’ve never felt a cunt tremble in my mouth before, soak my tongue…” he admitted, panting already as he gets to his feet, “how does it feel having the first and last pussy I’ll ever kiss?” and, then you felt the firmness of a solid cock through the trousers he was working down against your thighs, his mouth finding the back of your neck. “The first and last pussy I’ll ever fuck?”

you squirm underneath his weight, muffled screams of protest hoping to reach outside the door dying in the room you’re trapped in, and before long he grabs hold of the base of his massive cock at its thick base, worming it between your folds until they stretch and slot around the swollen head. you could tell his hands were shaking, his breath ragged and excited against your neck. “You’re wet,” he breathes in awe, and you shake your head, crying out the word ‘no!’ as loud as you could, but it was ultimately a lie. you were dripping, coating the tip of his cock as he rubbed it back and forth against your sex. “Wet enough to take me right now.” the way he said it, with his voice uneven, you knew it wouldn’t matter if you hadn’t been.

he wasn’t giving you a choice, and any preparation was better than none at all.

your palms press flat against his clothed abdomen and you squeal in fervent protest when he jabs his way inside of you— it’s none too gentle and his size is enough to have you coming out of your skin. your walls flutter and scramble to stretch wide enough to allow for the intruder’s rough entry.

it isn’t long before Reiner, grunting and groaning, has fallen into a brutal, greedy rhythm.

crying out, drool soaking the armband digging into the corners of your mouth, you push with your hands, blindly, as hard as you can, to try and push him out, and you squirm atop the table, hoping to wriggle free, but once he’s fully nestled inside, Reiner takes your wrists in each hand. your hands ball into fists again as he uses your arms like levers, pulling your body back to meet the mighty snapping of his hips. each thrust fills you entirely, hard and fast. he’s not saving any energy, or trying to make the sensation last— deprivation has clearly sank into him, and he couldn’t control himself.

“So— so tight,” he moans, nuzzling into your neck, “so warm.. so… fucking… good!” your vice tightens around him when he hits your limit, and his hips stutter; Reiner elicits a broken, gurgling moan that churns your stomach, “Oh, fuck, right there? That’s— that’s what I want— tighten up—!“ shifting with all of his weight bearing down on you, his palms pin your arms to the table, and he pounds that same, sensitive spot relentlessly. his brutality encourages your body to clamp down harder around him, shudder and spasm. you scream and beg him to slow down, but your resolve is weakening, and the screaming is starting to shift into moaning.

no, you didn’t want this.

you didn’t like it.

was he simply breaking your body into submission, and in turn, your mind?

“Close,” he stammered through grinding teeth, “so fucking close.”

for a moment, you mewled; the prominent vein massaging a delicate knot of nerves inside you as he plows against your hips. your eyelids fluttered, and you didn’t hear his warning. his rhythm didn’t change; it remained as cruel as one could be, battering your insides, but that nerve bundle was screaming each time he rammed it. your toes curled in your boots, and you moaned out loud.

and that was when Reiner lost it.

you hadn’t had time to react before he buried himself as deep as he could go, pumping you full of warmth, and you snap out of the pleasure trance too late to utter a disdainful but weak, “Shtp…“ amongst his huffing and puffing. your feet stomp against the floor, but sluggish.

your thighs quaked. your head was spinning. your stomach was tied up in knots. and your walls were trembling and sore from being stretched and abused. but Reiner was still rock hard inside of you. he’d cum, but he was still solid and bulging his shape against your belly.

“I need more.” Reiner grunted, and before you knew it, you were being flipped over. he did it with so much ease that you must’ve weighed nothing at all to the brute, and somehow managed to keep his cock deep inside of you. the breath is knocked from your lungs when your back makes contact with the desk, and your head rolls to one side, as if admitting your defeat. you didn’t want to look at him— you knew if you took one look at his red cheeks, or saw the sparkling sweat against his temple, or even caught a glimpse at his eyes, pupils blown out until they’re all black, you would want him. “Fucking you once was never going to be enough.” his hips were already rocking again, finding a deep, hard rhythm, and his own release frosts his length and dribbles out from your core when he retracts, then squelches when he drills his way back inside. both of his hands flee to his own body first, making short work of the buttons on his shirt before he peels it off of himself, and it flutters to puddle at his feet.

when his hands found you again, he started by pushing your legs open and down against the table, but when he saw that you weren’t going to fight him, he released them, and you kept them spread for him to violate you however he wanted. “Good… Good girl…” he panted, one hand reaching up to grab your face and turn it back to him. this time, you did make eye contact, and you moaned through the gag when you saw the pleasure you were giving him on his face, “Take it, just take it for me.” his fist wraps around the armband and he yanks it down, leaving you sputtering and puffing. “You want it, now, don’t you?”

for a moment, you just glare at him, or try to, but your eyes are becoming harder and harder to keep open. Reiner caresses your cheek, possibly tracing the irritation caused by how tight he’d tied the gag, but the gentleness of his touch was a startling juxtaposition to just how fervently he fucked into you. he was staring into your eyes, too, combatting the ferocity you tried to pour with pure adoration, the kind that must’ve even diluted his mind.

you didn’t answer, and he didn’t seem to care either way, because his hand travels south over your heaving breasts and down to your cunt, strumming experimentally. you pant, your eyes averting from his when he finds your engorged clit and presses the rough pad of his thumb on it to rub it hard. you couldn’t stifle your moans anymore, no matter how hard you tried, and let them punctuate each, maddening slam of his body into yours. your eyes trained on the muscles in his arms, veins bulging, everything pulled taut like a rubber band ready to snap. you wanted to reach down and push his hand away from your bud, the sensations overwhelming you, but decided against it. he’d overpowered you in every aspect of the word so far, you might as well take the role of the weaker, helpless one. your hands lay up near your head, backs of them resting against the table, and your legs were splayed wide, cramping from the position, and you whimpered. your back arched when his thumb pushed in just the right way, and you knew he’d rip an orgasm out of you if he didn’t ease up.

and he didn’t.

when he felt you pulse, when he saw your back arch, he rubbed more furiously in the same spot, and pistoned his powerful hips until you were babbling and squirming and coming undone on his cock, and he was panting and gripping your hip with his free hand, murmuring about how beautiful you were and how much he’s always wanted this.

his second climax wasn’t far behind yours, and he traded his fingers pinching your clit for both hands gripping your hips and pulling them to meet his reckless fucking. “I love you,” he panted when he was right on the cusp. “I love you so fucking much.” and somehow, even though lust might’ve been puppeteering him, you believed it. Reiner was obsessed with you, infatuated, since before he left for Paradis Island, and now he was finally getting to force that obsession on to you. with no more resistance. no one there to stop him or beat him for laying his hands on you.

it was only after he’d pinned you to the table with his whole weight that he whispered in your ear, “I want to give you babies.” your eyes widened at that, “I want to see your belly swell, and I want to know that you’ll bear my children, it’ll make giving over my Titan easier…” a couple of deep, slow pumps and he’s filled you once more, this time the excess spurts out around his base and dribbles down his thighs, too, as he moans and pulls back, to smother your mouth in a sloppy, needy kiss.

you should’ve turned your head, pushed him off and told him that you would rather die than birth and Eldian bastard, but you didn’t do any of those things. because you weren’t entirely sure if that was true anymore.

[szasfuckingwife]

SHAWTY FUCK WIT’ ME CUZ SHE KNOW I’M POPULAR

RICHBOY!EREN YEAGER X RICHGIRL!READER

WARNINGS: Smut, car sex, Jean tryna sabotage eren and y/n, swearing, weed, jealous sex, Jealous eren

SYNOPSIS: You and Eren have started your relationship and have become exclusive, but when Jean finds out, he decides that he wants you for himself..

A/N: I wanted to release this on the day i hit 1k but it’s cool💀 I made two drafts for pt 2, this and one and another one where eren invited Y/n over for dinner at his parents and she meets zeke. I dunno if i like this draft as much but I decided to release it cuz car sex wit eren???

This is pt2 of Soundgasm

It’s been months, and in those months , you’ve spent them with Eren. Yes, it was semi fucking, semi talking but it was with Eren nonetheless. Of course, you didn’t want to make it obvious to your parents that you were seeing someone- if you can even call it that. But, if you had the choice, you’d chill with Eren everyday.

Yet again, you were at the country club. Except this time, you were more than happy. Mainly due to Eren being behind you, holding your hands as you held the club. You swore that Eren couldn’t distract you when you were golfing and he put you to the test.

You couldn’t stop giggling as he kissed your neck and rested his chin on your shoulder, “Eren, you’re gonna make me miss it.”

“I thought you were the best golfer here?”, he put his cap on your head. His head was definitely bigger than yours. Despite that, he found it cute how it looked on you.

However, inside the country club building, a tall brunette stared at the touchy scene in front of him. It was his friend - or more frenemie - kissing on some girl. He’s seen you before from time to time. Jealousy didn’t show on his face but he was definitely feeling it inside.

“Jean, bro…is that Eren?” Connie, another teenager asked Jean. You’ve met Connie before, he’s a little to weird for you and quite literally the definition of ‘spoiled brat’. Splashing his parents cash as if it was spare change.

Jean nodded, “Who’s the girl?”

“That’s Y/N. I didn’t know they were close like that.” Connie raised a brow, scratching his bald head.

“I didn’t know that there was a ‘they’ anyway…” Jean muttered, pulling down his Cartier aviators.

You see, Jean didn’t love Eren. Yeah, that was his friend from middle school. And yes, they’d had a happy friendship until they grew into teenagers. Jean thought Eren would stay on the hockey team, like he promised. And when Eren turned around and joined the basketball team, getting all these offers angered Jean.

Not enough for Jean to be praying on Erens downfall, but enough for Jean to think that maybe, just maybe, you’d be happier with him.

When you guys finished golfing, Eren took you over to the bar, paying for both of your drinks. “You gonna come to my game this Saturday?”

“I haven’t missed one this season..” You smiled at him, causing butterflies to float in his stomach. “I don’t see why I’d miss this one.”

Eren loved when you came to his games. You were his motivation. Yeah, because he didn’t want to lose and embarrass himself in front of the girl he was so close calling his girlfriend. But, seeing your smile after scoring was enough for him.

“I’ll see if coach can get you better seats this time. What did your parents think of the last game-” “Eren!”

When you looked behind him, you saw three people walk up to you. Constance, who you’ve met, was smiling, dressed in a large, navy blue varsity jacket with a white hoodie underneath and the same coloured cargoes.

There was a brown haired girl, who you haven’t met. She wore a casual lilac summer dress with her hair up in a ponytail. Her eyes were huge, in a cute way. She smiled at you, her cheeks rosy and round.

The guy in the middle of them was the tallest out of the three of them, he may be taller than Eren. There were striking similarities between the two however. For starters, they were both tall, brunettes, pretty eyes. He wore a tight long sleeved white top and some joggers. There was no doubt about it, he was definitely intimidating but weirdly, he wore a smile on his face.

“You didn’t tell me you’ve got a girl..” The taller boy wrapped his arm around Erens neck. You saw him put a little bit of pressure as Eren began chuckling. “All grown up now, huh?”

“Shut up, Jean..” Eren responded, smiling after seeing his best friend. “Y/N, this is Jean, Sasha and Connie.”

They all smiled at you and you gave one back. “Connie? Is that a nickname?” You asked.

“Don’t tell me he gave you that bullshit about his name being Constance.” Jean cackled, his friend’s cheek going red with embarrassment. “It’s a name his grandma gave him and she’s the only reason why he can call himself a quarter Dominican.”

Connie barked out insults at Jean earning a few heads to turn towards your group at the bar. You all continued to laugh. Jean especially payed close attention to your smile and how pretty it looked.

After you all had your drinks, you all chose to chill outside, soaking up in the sun. A conversation had already begun but, it was mainly Jean giving Eren shit.

“I told you if you stayed doing hockey, we would’ve made it big.” Jean sighed as Eren rolled his eyes for the nth time.

“You do hockey?” You ask.

He smiles at your curiosity, “Yeah, I do. Our team are on our third championship and hopefully, getting our fourth by next Friday.”

Eren watches as Jean continues to babble about hockey. He sees the face he makes. That one face where he seems unbothered but Jean’s really trying to impress you.

“I see you do golf. Well, we all did this morning.” As Jean spoke, Connie held back laughter, disguising it with a cough. Sasha seemed to be confused to and nudged Connie, hoping he’d tell her.

It took a few minutes before you realised they probably saw you and Eren playing together. A shy laugh leaves your mouth, “It was just practice. Eren’s a little rusty…”

“Oh, he’s rusty in golf too? He was rusty in the court too is what I’m hearing.” The table falls into silence after Jeans dig at Eren. You fear Eren will retaliate, cause a scene. But all Eren does is chuckle as he eats the last of his sorbet.

“Who you hearin that from?” Eren asked.

“People in your team, Yeager.” Jean smirks.

The tension that was now at your table couldn’t even be cut with a knife, it’d need something much greater. You can barely hear anyone breathe let alone talk.

You look at Eren, attempting to get him to look at you back but, he doesn’t

However, Connie clears his throat after a few seconds of silence, “Well, Eren I know you have a game on Saturday which is why I’m being so generous and throwing a party on Sunday. And of course, Y/n and yourself are invited.”

It took a lot of convincing from you in order for Eren to say yes to going to Connie’s party. He was filled with excuses, ‘i’ll be too tired from the game’ and ‘Connies parties are too much’. But once he heard you say you wanted to go so you can meet his friends, he knew it was just out of the kindness of your heart.

So, on Sunday, Eren picks you up in his Mercedes - what he didn’t mention was that he begged his father to give him the car so he could impress you.

It did kinda hurt when you didn’t gawk at his car but he didn’t mind it. Maybe you just weren’t impressed by material items.

When he pulled up to Connies house, you were both immediately met with a loud bass that shook the whole neighbourhood. Eren sighed before walking into the house, he wasn’t a frequent party guy but he enjoyed them.

As soon as you walked in, the smell of weed and alcohol met your nostrils. Random people were all over each other, kissing, grinding or shotgunning. Eren made sure your hand was in his at all times, he didn’t want one of these weirdos talking to you.

“I-Is that Eren Yeager?!” Connie walked up to the two of you with open arms. It took you by surprise how he hugged the both of you. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“I didn’t want to.” Eren muttered.

“Your house is beautiful, Connie. Why would your parents let you do this?” You chuckled.

You saw Connie’s eyes shift left and right before he shrugged. “They don’t know.” He saw your mouth open as you were about to say something. “And they don’t need to know.”

You sighed before Connie asked if you guys wanted any drinks and went to go get you something. Eren said something but due to the very loud music drowning him out, you replied with a “What?!”.

“Come dance!” He said. “Need to let everyone know you’re mine..”

A smirk grew on your face as you realised what this all was about. “Is Eren Yeager jealous?”

Eren quickly looked away. He doesn’t get jealous, mainly because he’s used to getting what he wants when he wants. And God help whoever tries to take that away from him.

After Connie came back with drinks, you let loose. The alcohol made you less reserved, causing you to start new conversations with randoms around the house.

Eren doesn’t usually dance but when he felt you grind against his crotch, Eren suddenly felt some rhythm in his legs. It was almost like you were right back on the field having him help you practice with golf.

This scene was a little more intimate and a little more risqué. His hot breath hit your neck before he kissed it. You felt his strong hands grip on your hips subtly moving your hips to where he wanted them.

It was getting way too hot. You turned around and looked at him in the eye. His pretty eyes were lidded as he looked down at you. The corner of his lips were curled up into a grin, he wanted to kiss you so bad.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” You whisper into his ear. “Afterwards, I want you to take me somewhere - anywhere - and fuck me…”

Eren watched as you walked away so innocently. Sweetly asking Connie where’s the bathroom and politely asking people to excuse you.

He’d fulfil your wish.

Unexpectedly, you were met with a long queue to Connies bathroom. You weren’t even sure if some of the people in the line were even there to go to the bathroom but rather for a quickie.

“I know he doesn’t know you that well but Connie really made you use this bathroom…?” A low voice spoke behind you. When you turned around, Jean stood with a grin plastered on his face.

You chuckle, “There’s another bathroom?”

Jean puts his index finger by his lips, “Don’t tell everyone.” He whispers causing you to giggle. “It’s his parent’s on suite. Come, I’ll take you.”

Nothing was stopping you from following him. You were desperate for the toilet and the quicker you can do your business, the quicker you can get back to Eren.

Jean opens the door, holding it open for you to pass.

“That one…” He points at the door and you thank him before running to the bathroom. You finish your business and look in the mirror to take a good look at your appearance.

All that dancing had done something to your make up. You chuckle as you notice how your eye bags seemed slightly darker from your mascara and how your lip gloss was slightly smudged.

Once you leave the bathroom, you were met with Jean sitting on Connie’s parent bed, lighting a blunt. His eyes were on you as he placed it in between his lips.

“You’re gonna get Connie in trouble when his parents come home and their bed smells like weed..” You chuckle, finding a place on the bed to sit.

He shrugs, “The windows are up. Besides, they love me. I’m like the golden child in their eyes.”

You chuckle. The atmosphere was strange. Jean seemed like a chill guy but he was definitely arrogant in some way. All thoughts left your mind, however, when Jean took the blunt out of his lips and passed it to you.

“Nah, I don’t..smoke..” You smiled. “You shouldn’t either, Mr championship hockey player. It’s bad for your lungs and shit.”

He shakes his head grinning. “I don’t do it often. It’s just tonight, I wanna relax.”

“You better not do it often. When you make it big, it might be detrimental.” You mutter. Jean sees the way you play with your fingers and he can’t tell if you’re nervous or if that’s a habit.

Whatever it is, it’s cute.

“When I make it big, huh? What makes you think I’ll make it big?” He asks, he moves himself slightly closer to you but not too close where you’re uncomfortable.

You look at him. “You have an athlete persona. And, the way you were making it sound in the country club, you were destined for greatness.”

Jean shrugs, as if he doesn’t care. But he’s smiling in his head because he knows he’ll make it big. All the offers and scholarships piled at his front door aren’t just imaginary.

“Nah..” Jean chuckles. “I been playin since I could walk it feels like. My mom…she wasn’t filthy rich when I was born so it was hard to get me lessons. But when she slowly became richer, I’ve been at the top of my game. I owe it all to her, really.”

A smile adorns your face as you hear him talk about his mother. “How about you? I hear you do…golf?”

You then go on to ramble how you’ve been playing golf for a little over ten years now and how everyone thinks it’s boring, but it’s fun for you.

“And, you teaching Eren how to golf now?” He looks at you smugly. Something was telling you that Eren would be brought up. “He never seemed that interested before he met you I assume.”

You shrug, “He’s…good. But yeah, basketball is his thing. Golf is definitely mine.” You chuckle but Jean doesn’t. He just grins, and looks away.

The room falls silent as Jean continues to smoke, “You like him?”

The question almost catches you off guard, was it not clear in the country club?, “Yeah…I really do. He’s been great.”

Your answer leaves Jean a little more jealous than he should be. However, he does nothing but chuckle. “I’ve seen this happen so many times, y’know?”

“Seen what happen?”

He looks at you, blankly, “Eren gets a girl to fall in love with him and in the end, he leaves them for dust. It’s happened to that girl, Historia? Don’t know if you know her?”

Jean knew that what he was saying was a lie. Well, it was a half lie. Eren and Historia briefly dated and it was a very nasty break up. It was filled with toxicity from both parties and the relationship would’ve rot had it continued. But that was Eren’s first toxic relationship.

Ask any of his previous girlfriends, apart from Historia, they’d tell you that he was the one that got away.

“No..No, I don’t.” You answer. Was everything Eren told you a lie? Like how he’s never felt like this about anyone? Was it all just bullshit?

The conversation that was ahead didn’t appeal to you, so you stood from the bed. “Thanks for the conversation, Jean. It was nice getting to know you.”

He stands too, “It’s nothing. I shouldn’t have said all that about Eren. It’s none of my business…It’s the weed talkin..”

“No, you might’ve just opened my eyes a little.” You sigh, walking to leave the bedroom.

When you open the door, you were met with those same pretty eyes you’d been looking at for months. He looks at you, then behind you to see Jean. You can see him mentally try to connect the dots, but it’s too late. It didn’t help that your lip gloss was smudged.

“Eren..” You say, before he storms away.

You follow Eren outside as he marches back to his car. Obviously, from his perspective, he’s seen the girl he likes and his friend in a room that smells of weed. And, your lip gloss smudged.

But you have questions of your own. “Eren, stop..”

“Just get in the car, I’ll drop you home.” He sighs as he opens his side of the car. Normally, he’d walk over and open your door first. But he’s mad, furious.

The car ride starts off silent. Well, for the most part. The roading chants from Connie’s house echo throughout the driveway.

“Did you make out with him? Or fuck him?” He asks, like it’s an ordinary question.

You look at him in disbelief, “You’re not serious..”

“What? I’m seeing my girl and my friend in a room, what am I supposed to think?” He scoffs.

In any other situation, the way Eren called you ‘my girl’ would make your cheeks grow warm. But now is not the time, “I can’t speak to one of your friends?”

“Was that you were doing?” Eren asks sarcastically.

“Yeah, it was. And the things he told me about you surprised me the most.” You scoff back at him before crossing your arms and staring out the window.

Eren stays silent for a second, “What’d he say?”

“We talked about Historia. And how that and every other relationship you’ve had was toxic as hell.”

If Eren wasn’t driving, he’d snap his head to look at you in total disbelief. What Eren were you guys talking about? Because it surely isn’t Eren Yeager.

The same Eren Yeager who picked flowers from his mothers flowerbed to give to his first girlfriend before she cheated on him? Or the same Eren Yeager who was left soaked after giving girlfriend no.2 his jacket when it was raining like crazy?

“Y/N, I know you’re smart, c’mon..” He sighs. “He’s only saying that so you look at me differently.”

“And why would he-” “Because he’s attracted to you, Y/N!” He says, at this point he’s beyond annoyed. Finding out Jean was trying to jeopardise his new relationship was enough, but finding out you believed him?! Icing on the cake.

Once Eren says those words, it’s like everything clicked for you. That’s why he threw shade at eren at the country club.

“Ask any ex of mine, I was nothing but good to them..” Eren sighs. “Historia…Historia was the only toxic one. She cheated first, then I cheated. And yeah, I regret it. But…I was hurt.”

You look at him, full of regret. “I’m…I’m sorry, for not believing you..”

He shakes his head. “It’s whatever.”

The rest of the car ride is silent before Eren stops at a red light. You can tell this whole situation has pissed him off. But, there’s nothing you can do to regain his trust.

“One question, though..” Eren muttered. You turned to look at him straight away.

“You didn’t fuck him?”

You sighed, smiling slightly. “No, Eren. I barely even looked at him.”

“Good.” He turned into a car park and parked there. “Come ride me..”

The casualness in which he said that surprised you. But, it was the least you could do. Awkwardly, you made your way to sit on his lap.

Eren grabbed the back of your neck and pushed your face towards his, inviting you into a lengthy and sloppy kiss. His anger was radiating from the kiss alone as his other hand began to grab your ass from behind.

You felt his pull your skirt up slightly so he could grab your panties. That’s when you heard a loud rip. You immediately felt the absence of your panties but you didn’t care. For now, all that mattered was making him feel good.

“Eren..I want you..” Eren smiled into the kiss after hearing your words. His hands went down to his joggers, pulling them down so his dick sprung out.

It was hard and throbbing against you. “Maybe we should argue more often.” He smiled at you, before kissing you again.

The feeling if Eren’s cock sliding in between your folds made you crazy. You wanted nothing but for him to thrust inside you, but you knew that you couldn’t be too impatient.

“This is what you wanted, hm? Talking to my friends, tryna get me jealous so I could fuck you like a whore, huh?” He whispered in your ear. You didn’t answer, the feeling of Eren against you making you unable to form words. “Answer me, Y/N.”

You nod, biting your lip. Suddenly, you feel a sharp slap on your bare ass. “Y/N, you’ve been pissing me off all night, use your words.”

“Yes!” You whimper. “I just wanted you to fuck me..”

Eren knows that was the case all along. If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t have grind on him like no one was watching.

Finally, Eren pushes his cock inside you. You gasp at the feeling, gripping onto his shoulders tightly. Eren smirks as your hips begin to rock, slowly but it feels amazing.

A string of moans leave your plump lips. Eren groans at the way your pussy tightens around him ever so slightly. “You’re fucking mine, okay?”

You nod again, forgetting how Eren wants you to speak. He thrusts up into you roughly, earning a loud moan from you. His strokes are quick and satisfying. You feel like you’re gonna cum before he abruptly stops.

“Ren..” You whine.

“You want me to fuck you like that? Then, fucking speak when I’m talking to you.” His voice is low as he tells you what he wants.

You begin to bounce on his cock. Obviously, it’s quite cramped because cars aren’t made for sex. But you make it work. Eren’s hands grip tightly on your hips as you speed up.

And Eren so badly wants to rip your shirt to see your beautiful boobs. But he knows hes dropping you back to your parents.

So, he settles for pulling up your top, exposing your tits. He greedily sucks and kisses all over them. If your mind wasn’t already scrambled by his dick, this would send you.

“Eren, fuck..feels too good..” You whimper.

He notices you slowing down and slaps your ass again, “Don’t slow down. You were talking all that shit earlier, like you know shit..”

A whine leaves your mouth again as you try to bounce on his cock as feverishly as you did before. But you just don’t have that much energy.

“You need some help, huh?” He asks and you mewl out a small, ‘please’.

Immediately, you feel Eren snap his hips up into you, fucking you hard and deep. You lose your breath for a second before gnashing your teeth down on your lip, attempting to muffle your moans.

His lips are back on your tits and then they travel up to your neck, hard enough to leave marks. You try to stop him, realising that if your parents see a hickey, they’d be angry as hell. But, all efforts are futile.

“You gonna speak to Jean again?” He says, breathlessly.

“N-No!”

His hands slap your ass a few more times, “I know, baby. Because you’re mine, hm? These tits are mine, this pussy is mine, yeah?”

You nod, this time Eren doesn’t care because he so close to cumming. “You’re about to make me come, baby. I can feel you’re close.”

“I’m so fucking close, Ren..” You hug him as he fucks you even more faster than he did before. Eren groans out a ‘Fuck!’ before you cum all over him, causing him to cum too.

The car smells like pure sex as you and Eren try to regain your breath. He looks up at you and kisses you. It’s a softer kiss but it still sends butterflies to your stomach.

“Be my girlfriend.” He mutters in between kisses.

You look at him and smile. “I’d be honoured..”

[igotlovestruck]

fine line [ christian pulisic ]

after finding out the secret you’ve been hiding for years, christian made it his mission to be with his own family and of course, to be with you despite your careers and other obstacles that’s keeping the both of you apart. things are moving too fast and it’s starting to worry you. but don’t worry—“we’ll be a fine line”.

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜��𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — christian pulisic x ex!reader; oc!emily, oc!ezekiel, oc!andrew . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °.   *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — insta au, im not really good at dates but just imagine the setting is during the summer lmfao, christian & y/n softlaunching (are they really though 🤨) . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °.   *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ YEAH so ive only got this for now, i haven’t finished writing the narrative scenario BUT FOR NOW enjoy this <3 ALSOOO belated happy birthday to my man who isn’t my man but is my man ❤️🖤

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

— in case you missed it: easy on me • read more of my works here!

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cmpulisic summer for the books ✌🏻 ready to go 🚨♟️

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user wait what

user since anyone isn’t mentioning anything about the 4th and 8th pic, i will. DID I MISS SOMETHING OR....?

user girl you’re wrong, everyone’s talking about it

user you mean, did WE miss something? yeah, we definitely did

user yall maybe that’s just his nephew or something 😭

user i don’t...i don’t think so...

user WHATTTTT

user whose kid is that christian 😭

user this is your year christian 👏🏻

user captain america ❤️🖤

masonmount congratulations brother 🤝

benchilwell my man 🫡

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yourusername what a crazy summer it has been 🌻 til next time florida!

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emilyemmons 💗 enjoy your journey to milan, my loves!!

yourusername come visit us when celeste is a bit older 😚💗

emilyemmons oh we definitely would 🫶 celeste definitely loved having her godmom around 😌

yoursistersig hot mamas!! 🥵 emilyemmons yourusername

yourusername stoppp 🫣

emilyemmons this summer is the most i’ve seen y/n wear bikinis and she’s the HOTTEST

yoursistersig ikr! that’s what i've been telling herrr 😫

yourmomsig zekey holding the flowers 🌷 enjoy milan, my love 🤍 wishing you all the best

yourusername 🥹 see you soon mom!!

emilyemmons those are from ********* 🤭

yourusername emi!!!

yourmomsig well, they’re beautiful! he definitely remembers which flowers you like 😉

deedee_pulisic come back soon with zeke ❤️

yourusername of course! he and avery can be playmates 🥰

user wait a minute...

user girl are you thinking what i’m thinking

user ...yes...

user is THAT christian 😭

user GIRLLL the tattoo, the beard !!!! it IS christian

YOURUSERNAME HAS SET THEIR ACCOUNT TO PRIVATE.

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user wait what

user I KNEW THAT KID IS HIS

user we’ll never know unless he confirms it him babe

user girl are you not convinced already lol look closely at the pictures of the kid on the mom’s posts, he clearly looks like christian when he was a kid

user still not convinced

user you do you ig

user “very special people that i’ve recently reunited with” omfg exes to lovers i think

user GIIIIIIIIIIRL 😭 dont do this to me

user dont blame me i finished a lot of movies today

user i dont know which one of you bitches just lied to me and told me i have a chance with this man ... APPARENTLY HE HAS A KID

user this has got to be the funniest shit i’ve read today 😭

user yeah that girl and kid is definitely connected to him, i surrender

user she’s definitely the girl he dated during his dortmund days

user i cant complain though, she’s gorgeous and i dont blame christian for being private with his relationship right now especially if they have a kid together

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"I Found You (too)" - EREN/READER - REINCARNATION AU (chapter 2)

eren/reader

reincarnation & memory loss

rating: T

word count: 2378

<- CH 1 | CH 3 ->

There’s a weight against your chest when you wake up.

A solid weight.

It’s warm. Soft. And it lifts, just slightly, before something tickles your nose.

“Mrr…”

As you blink awake, two wide yellow eyes with pupils in straight slits stare at you.

The cat, with brown striped fur and a single canine sticking out from between its lips, moves forward to nuzzle its face against your cheek.

When you don’t react, it yawns, stretches, and then crawls off your chest before hobbling on three legs to the end of the bed. It sits down, looks back at you, and then hops off the bed with another “mrr” as if to say: “It’s time to get up.”

You blink away the sleep in your eyes as you sit up and glance around the room.

When you’d fallen asleep last night the room had been unfamiliar. 

And now, as you’re waking up, it’s the exact same. 

It’s unfamiliar. 

But there are photographs of you and Mr. Kruger on the walls. A shelf full of books that look very well-read. A pile of laundry. And a warmth that surrounds you, immediately making you feel calm.

This place is home.

Even if Mr. Kruger hadn’t told you that last night, you felt like you’d still know.

Without needing to be told, you’d just know that this place was home.

A small home. No war, pain, or death. A warm bed. A cat and the smell of good food wafting from down the hall.

It won’t last long- this beautiful dream, because the beautiful dreams never last long. So you make up your mind that you’re going to cherish it. Every moment of this dream you’re going to cherish.

The cat sticks its head back into the room:

“Meeeooowwwwwwww…”

The dream is too nice to let it go to waste.

“Good morning, Mr. Kruger!” The sound of your cheery voice pulls Eren out of his sleep. He grumbles as he squeezes his eyes shut, pulling the crisp white hospital sheets over his head.

You laugh in response and he hates it so damn much.

Your dumb laugh.

Your stupid smile.

The way you always greet him with a ‘Good morning, Mr. Kruger’ as you pull open his window and say:

“It’s a beautiful day out!”

Yeah. That. 

Fucking hell it’s awful.

And yet he still lowers the sheets and, with a groan, he sits up. 

His head is pounding, it always is, and he takes in a deep breath as he forces the pain to continue.

…don’t heal, don’t heal, don’t heal…

It’s been his mantra for two weeks.

His missing leg is an annoyance, but his missing eye is a pain. He constantly has a headache as his body begs him to let it grow back. To fix itself. To regenerate and return him to his full potential. But he can’t do it yet. He has to wait for the perfect opportunity and lay low until then.

So, the headache.

And because of the headache, pretty much the only good thing you bring him:

“Here,” you say with that same cheery smile as you hand him a paper cup holding three pills.

Blue, antibiotics.

Chalk white, a multivitamin.

And of course, red, for the pain.

Did he have his suspicions that that wasn’t all those pills were for? Sure.

Was he about to compromise his position by questioning it? No.

He’d play the part of the good little traumatized soldier as he waited for Zeke to contact him. Then things would really get going and he’d kill every last Marleyan in sight. 

“Can you hold your arm out for me?” You ask, jotting something down on your clipboard as your words ooze with fake kindness.

Eren fucking hates it.

He knows what you really think of him. What all Marleyans think of anyone that had the misfortune of being born Eldian.

You think he’s a devil.

And you’re right, he supposes. He is a devil. Which is exactly why, as he holds out his arm so you can measure his blood pressure, he fantasizes about the day he can burn this hospital to the ground with you and every other person that’s been poking and prodding him for the last two weeks trapped within it. 

“There you go again,” you say with a lighthearted laugh, “slipping off into one of your daydreams. Where are you always slipping off to, Mr. Kruger?”

He normally doesn’t reply to you because there’s no point.

He prefers your days off when one of the more quiet nurses has this job.

Despite it, for some reason, he answers you. With a short sigh, he says:

“Somewhere nice.”

You remove the rubber strap from his arm and go back to your clipboard. “I know what you mean,” you tell him with a soft smile. “I like to go somewhere nice too.”

Eren has a feeling these two nice places are very, very different.

“You take a suspiciously long time with Mr. Kruger every morning,” Myra tells you as the two of you walk down the hall on the way to the break room.

“I- I do not!”

“Yeah, okay.” She rolls her eyes as your cheeks flush pink.

“I’m just being thorough. Unlike you I take pride in my work.”

Her loud laugh bounces off of the bleak walls. “Did you know that you always get feisty when you’re being defensive? All you’re doing is proving my point~”

“Well, sometimes he can be- difficult. Everyone knows that.” You say, not wanting to argue with her and further “prove her point”. 

“Yeah,” she scoffs, “not with you though.”

You roll your eyes.

“Maybe he’s got a crush on you or something.”

Immediately you stop walking.

“What?” Myra asks.

“That’s- I-... don’t joke about that. Someone might hear you.”

Myra scoffs. “Who gives a shit.” She dismisses with a casual wave of her hand. “That kinda thing happens all the time.”

She’s right, of course. Plenty of the soldiers at the hospital have indicated that they’ve developed-... something for those caring for them. It was natural, you supposed, given the trauma they’d experienced in battle. A terrible experience like that followed by someone treating your injuries, regardless of how cruel they may be while they do it, would seep into someone’s mind and turn into-...

Whatever it turns into. 

It’s a mess, regardless. A mess that you would never let yourself fall into.

“It doesn’t matter if it happens all the time.” You mutter as you storm past Myra, “I could still get in trouble.”

She rolls her eyes again as she catches up with you. “Only if you do something about it.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Good.” She says simply. “And not just because he’s your patient. You know what happens to people that get tangled up with Eldians.”

The way she says it makes your breath catch. 

The reminder always does and why wouldn’t it?

You do know. You know exactly what happens with people who get “tangled up” with Eldians because you’ve seen it first hand and you’ll never forget it.

No matter how much you wish you could, you'll never forget the way your brother’s body hung limp against the fence outside the internment zone. The way he was left there, for days, to rot against the wall. The way the birds picked at the skin of his face, his fingers, tearing away bits of flesh to the point that his body was turned into something else entirely.

You’ll never forget the words ‘ELDIAN LOVER’ painted in deep crimson against the brick wall behind him.

“You have to make something of yourself.” Your mother had told you that night as she sobbed for her loss. Not the loss of her son, but for the loss of your family’s reputation. “Make something of yourself that we can be proud of,” she cried, “make them forget about him… you owe it to your family…”

Flesh. Rope. Red spray paint.

Your stomach turns at the memory. 

And suddenly, you’re no longer interested in your lunch.

It traps you in a daze for the rest of the day.

It always does.

The reminder of why you worked so hard to get this job, why you slave away working extra hours and rarely ever taking a day off unless it’s absolutely necessary. You had to work hard for your family. For their reputation. So you could undo the sins of your brother and make up for what he’d done.

It exhausts you.

Your life here exhausts you.

You’re supposed to hate your older brother, you know you are because he betrayed you. He betrayed your whole family and put them in danger for his own selfishness. 

It would have been easy for your whole family to be executed for what he’d done, even though none of you had any idea it was happening. You could have been seen as accomplices and punished as such. The only reason you were still alive was because your family had been fortunate enough to pay for your lives. And your lives were a hefty payment.

You’d grown up in a large house in the countryside with pretty dresses and expensive toys. Servants who did whatever you wanted and enough money that you’d never know what it felt like to go to bed hungry.

Your father had been a banker.

Had.

Because after your brother’s affair with an Eldian maid was found out, your family lost it all.

So, you should have been mad at him. You should have been livid. You should have hated him and spent the rest of your life cursing his existence for what it’d brought you.

But you didn’t.

Despite where your life was after all of it. Despite the pressure that was suddenly put on your shoulders. Despite every moment of agony after it. You couldn’t be mad at your brother.

Because…

…your brother had been in love.

“I’m leaving soon.” He told you, the night before he was found out. The night before he was hung on that wall and left to rot.

But neither of you knew that would be his fate. So you just scowled as you clutched your doll tightly to your chest, watching as he darted around the room and packed his things.

“Father said you don’t start university for three more years.” You pointed out.

“I don’t.” He laughed. “But I’m not going to university.”

“You aren’t?”

“No.” He stopped in front of you and knelt down so he could look you in the eye. “Can you keep a secret?”

You nodded.

“Promise?”

You nodded harder.

He chuckled softly before he pulled a ring out of his pocket. “I’m getting married.”

You gasped. “To who?”

He got a far-off look in his eyes as the smile on his face turned to something else. Something softer. As if he was suddenly swept up in a daydream that took him somewhere completely new. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I-...” He sighed as he slid the ring into his pocket. “Look,” the wishful expression he had been wearing slipped away as his gaze hardened. “Sometimes adults are wrong.”

“No, they’re not.”

“Yes.” He said pointedly. “They are.”

You stayed quiet.

“Sometimes they’re wrong and the reason they’re wrong is that they’ve never taken a moment to think about what they’ve been taught. I’m going away soon, but don’t ever forget that, okay? Don’t you ever forget to think for yourself when someone tells you something, no matter who they are or how much confidence they have when they say it.”

You scowled. “What does any of that have to do with you getting married?”

He laughed as the smile returned to his face. “It has everything to do with it.” He patted your head and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he went back to packing. 

As he packed he told you about the life he was leaving to create for himself and his special person.

A small home, just big enough for two. Far away from war and pain and death. Somewhere they could be happy. A warm bed. Homemade food. Maybe even a cat, if they found one that was nice enough to keep.

“You should have more than one!” You told him as he described the kitten he would find in this made-up fantasy, tucked under a rose bush in a rainstorm. 

“I should, shouldn’t I! How many cats should I have?”

“Four!!” You exclaimed with a giggle.

“Four!?!” He said in mock surprise, which had you laughing all over again.

It was a beautiful dream. A fantasy. 

But that’s all it would ever be because nice places like that, no matter how desperately you wished they could, didn’t exist.

Still. It’s where you always found yourself, when you stared for a little too long out the window, when you walked home after a hard day, or when you struggled to fall asleep at night.

That small house in a faraway world without war. Without pain. Without even death.

It was warm. 

And it was where you found yourself. 

You push open the door to Mr. Kruger’s room with his evening medicine. You’re smiling as you carry it to him. Smiling at the world you’ve created in your head. A special escape, just for you.

“You’re late.” Mr. Kruger tells you as he closes his book.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “Sorry, I had to go somewhere.”

“Hm.” He hums. “Where?” You don’t know if he actually cares. Maybe he’s just in one of his rare moods where he wants to make brief conversation.

You pass him a paper cup full of pills and the tips of your fingers brush against his. Just the tips. 

It sends a rush of warmth up your arm.

You watch as the paper cup meets his lips and he tilts his head back.

A small home. No war, pain, or death. A warm bed. Good food. Cats.

You slip away just long enough for him to finish swallowing his pills and when he lowers the cup, you finally answer him:

“...I went somewhere nice…”

It’s a shame, really. 

A shame that you’ll only ever be able to visit such a nice place in your dreams…

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Can I get some cheater!zeke who has a whole wife and kids and is cheating on her with yn by had no clue and think that he doesn’t what to be seem in public with her because he embarrassed of her and is scared to ask him why btw him and why have a kid on the way and while reader is about to have her kid she find out about his kids and wife and he want to give him and his wife marriage a second chance leaving yn a single and heartbroken new mom with no help from anyone 🫦��😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🍕🍕🔥🍕🍕🍕🍕😋😋😋😋🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛

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The Other Woman.

cheater!zeke x afab!reader

long!, toxicity, cheating, profanity, pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy, angst.

Feb, 25.

you stood in the grocery store, searching for food that would last at least for the month. being low on budget, and having to provide for your unborn baby, you sighed to yourself. zeke apparently had some things to do while you went to the store, so that’s why he couldn’t go with you. you waited in line for the next person to move up so that you could finally pay for the things you needed after having them scanned.

“lovely day, isn’t it?” the cashier spoke to you with a nice smile. you slowly nodded and sucked in air through your teeth. “could be better, but every day is better than the last, right?” you softly laughed.

it was only your third month of being pregnant, you didn’t completely hate it. you loved your child, with all your heart. but you hated the feeling of going out, and having no one with you. all your friends are out and eventually just stopped talking to you ever since the pregnancy hit. ‘we’ll always be here for you.’ yeah that was some bullshit they said to you, only to help you feel better for that first week.

and as the day passes by, you finally made it where you couldn’t be bothered by anyone, other than your boyfriend, zeke. you’d been dating for a year or so, and it was real ruthless of you to get knocked up that quickly, but what else could you do? there’s no going back now. no type of going back that you’d wanna take the chances of.

“did you get the food for today? i told you i’d go out to get it later on after i came from running errands.” he said before standing up and planting a small kiss on your cheek. he’d just walked through the front door, and you’d already put everything where it needed to be. you slowly reached down and felt the small, but there, bump on your stomach. “you were taking too long, and i was hungry. both of us.” you glanced up at him while rubbing your stomach.

zeke hummed before turning to go to the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee. “well, still.” he said from the kitchen. you smiled a little to yourself, for whatever reason.

now it wouldn’t be a big problem to the average pregnant girlfriend. your boyfriend just wants to care for you and let you rest and blah blah blah, but the more you thought about it, ever since you got pregnant, zeke didn’t wanna go in public with you. and of course it sounded dumb when you scribbled all that into your mind three months later.

May, 29.

you stared at your, now medium visible belly as you lifted your shirt. it was another rainy day, and zeke still hadn’t come back from wherever he left from. he didn’t even tell you he was leaving, he just left before you even got out of the shower. and when he arrived, he brought you flowers. only to distract you from being mad at him.

you looked over to your room door as it opened, zeke coming in with a green and yellow bouquet of flowers. like every time he left without warning. you wouldn’t even bother to ask him where he was, if you hadn’t caught on to whatever he was doing.

“where have you been?” you ask nicely, not wanting to start anything too serious. “out, why? i got you flowers.” he smiled, pulling you into a soft hug. you kept your hands crossed as you smiled and nodded, awkwardly. “yeah… zeke, listen, i don’t want you to get mad at me but i feel like you’ve been going out way too much and-“

“way too much? what am i, y/n, a child?” zeke placed the flowers on the bed before taking off his tie to his suit and putting it on the vanity. “no, no, i’m not saying that. i’m saying, i feel like i should know where you are when you just up and leave like that. because sometimes i get worried, and it’s not really helping my stress levels.” i you say, sitting down on the end of your bed.

“you worry too much.”

you bit your lip softly and looked to the side. “it’s for a good reason… is…” you hesitate to say what’s on your mind. “is that why you’ve been going out more? to go in public, like… without having me around?-“

“gosh, y/n, you’re acting like a damn child. what has gotten into you? is it that baby inside of you making you act like that?” zeke chuckled and shook his head while changing clothes as he walked around the room. your eyes followed him. “i’m sorry that i’m worried for your safety, but i wanna make sure you’re not uncomfortable with being around me.” you frown and look at him.

“what makes you think i’m not? oh, just because i don’t wanna go out with you all the time, or because i don’t wanna be with you 25/8? shit, gimme a break. i’ve been working my ass off, and i don’t always need to be with you. we are a couple. i trust you and you trust me. i love you.” and that’s all he said before moving you over a little to lie down in bed, where he didn’t even say goodnight or give you a kiss, like he used to.

you looked at him for a moment before laying down in bed, closing your eyes. what else could you do?

Aug, 30

birth, your boyfriend, those two things didn’t match did they? no. because your boyfriend wasn’t there with you. he took you to the hospital, mikasa visited you, she was sitting on the couch that was in front of the hospital window, finally not smothering your newborn son. your baby was laying in another small baby bedding beside your bed.

your body hurt, and you could honestly barely move your legs. you sighed and didn’t dare look at your phone. he wasn’t there for the birth or the labor. he was just gone. “you sure you don’t want a burger or something?” mikasa asked you as she walked over to you. “you don’t have to sulk about zeke, be happy that your sons here.” she rubbed your hand as you nodded slowly, staring into space.

“mhm.” you hummed, barely listening to her. mikasa stared at you for a second before sighing. “i’m gonna go get you some food, you haven’t eaten in hours. i’ll be back, okay?” she gave you a forehead kiss before walking towards the door and leaving.

you bit your lip as your gaze moved over to your son. you haven’t even been able to pick a name for the little fella. because you didn’t have help from anyone, and you didn’t have any names on your mind. you smiled weakly at him, even though he was peacefully asleep. “i love you.” you whispered at him before looking down at your phone as it vibrated.

‘Zeke❤️’

you stared at the contact before exhaling and answering, ready to complain and confront the man about leaving you randomly.

“where are you? i’ve been trying to reach you for hours and you haven’t been answering the phone. you didn’t even get to see the birth of your-“

“excuse me, who is this?” a female voice said over the phone. your heart almost dropped to your stomach. “uh, who is this?” you squinted as if whoever she was, was right in front of you.

“zeke’s wife… why do you keep contacting my husband?” she asked over the phone before you heard zekes voice in the background.

“who is it, babe?” you heard faintly before hearing the cheering laughter of two seemingly toddlers, maybe one child. “daddy’s gonna get you!” you heard before hearing a child scream of laughter.

yeah, you could feel your heart break into ten different pieces, maybe add a few thousands. “some woman by the name of… y/n? that’s what it says in your phone.” you heard her say before it sounded like she put the phone on the counter. “are you still talking to that girl? i thought you said you were gonna stop talking to her and start the marriage with me again.” the woman said before you heard zeke smack his lips. “i love you, she’s… wait.” he said.

you heard someone pick up the phone and you didn’t even realize that tears were flooding your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. you sniffed as your lip twitched and your eyebrows furrowed. “y/n?-“

you hung up. you wanted to throw your phone, but even God knows that it’ll be a long time before you got a new one. you blocked his contact and put your phone beside you, slightly sitting up.

you tried to take a deep breath in to calm yourself down. bad decision. because when you did, that’s when you broke down. “oh my god…” you whispered through your sobs before looking at your son and trying your best to stay quiet. you shook your head slowly before putting it in your hands.

it was heartbreaking. really. how could you go two years and nine months without knowing that there was someone else?

that he loved the other woman, and didn’t care about you enough to love you.

sorry this took so long 😓 i have a couple requests and dk what to do BUT i’ll have the rest of y’all’s requests done, i promiseee!!

[jays-bonnie-on-the-side]

𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

STORY SUMMARY : in series masterlist

CHAPTER WARNINGS : age-gap. lust. flirting. pining. overprotective dean. angel possessed sam. vulnerable ofc.

A/N : thank you to all who follow along with this story, your patience and support means so much. hope you enjoy 💛

Maricela’s POV

"Sam!" Dean shouts from the Command Room. His voice echoed down the hallway, reaching me before I entered the room. "You here?"

"Damn, did you forget about me already?" I quip.

With a coffee cup in hand, Dean turned and fixed his gaze on me. The sheer temptation of running my fingers through his immaculate hair was almost too powerful to withstand. His black t-shirt and matching boxers peeked behind the long, gray robe with the embroidered red initials 'T.E.P.,' on its chest pocket. It opened just enough to display his perfectly imperfect bowed legs. I bite my cheek, imagining myself walking over to Dean, knocking the cup from his hand before jumping to staddle his body, then pulling his face towards mine so our lips lock in a fervent kiss. My heart beats faster as I fantasize about him returning the passion, carrying me towards the Map Table to sit me on the edge before sliding his hands underneath my shirt as I run my fingers through his hair and down to his—

"Nice robe," I lace my compliment with sarcasm, attempting to distract myself before my thoughts go from PG-13 to Rated R.

"Nice hair."

My locks had tangled after a night's rest, resembling my bed head to a lion's mane. Other than flattening it with my bare hands, I didn't bother to run a brush through my hair, knowing it would only double the size it was now. My eyes roll at his remark as I cross my arms over my unsupported chest. The loose-fitted shirt concealed my small breasts, ones that never seemed to draw Dean's attention. The door above us opens and in walks Sam.

"Hey. Morning," he greets.

Dean checks his watch as Sam comes down the stairs. "You been outside already?"

"Yeah. Woke up, went for a run. Beautiful sunrise," Dean and I stared at the energetic man as he explained his early start. "Anyways, cleaned up. Went and got breakfast. Grabbed you guys real bacon and eggs, extra grease. Not even gonna argue."

"Mm, perfect." I hummed as we sat at the Map Table.

Dean passes a to-go box and plastic utensil my way. I open the container, and once the smell hits my nose, my stomach rumbles. Sam pulls a bag from his jacket pocket and tosses it beside my food. A smile lights up my tired face. Sam remembered to ask for ketchup packets, knowing I wouldn't eat my eggs without the condiment. He folds his jacket before setting it on the table as Dean questions him.

"Wait. You went running?"

"What? Why do you look so worried?"

"Let's see. There's Cas, who I told to haul ass here. That was days ago. He's still out there. Um, there's you."

"Me?" Sam scoffs. "I feel great."

"I'm sure you do, but Sam, you went through the trials. Okay, that put a big strain on you. I just think it's better if you took it easy, you know, and didn't act like you were—"

Sam straightens his posture, his eyes glowing before interrupting Dean, finishing with, "Possessed by an angel."

The eldest Winchester and I stare at Sam—or rather Ezekiel—taken aback by the sudden change.

"And he does feel better. A work in progress, of course, but I am slowly healing him." The angel assures us.

I put my fork down, adding, "That's great. Um, but—"

"I have news. I've picked up chatter among the angels. Not all are wandering around in confusion."

"Yeah, some of 'em are after Cas," Dean states.

"There is a faction that is rapidly organizing and finding human vessels to contain them."

"Led by Naomi?"

"I have not heard that name, no. But it is this faction's leadership who want Castiel found. You see, Dean, I can be useful."

"So can my brother. So, why don't you go check your e-mail, and if I need your help, I'll let you know."

"Dean," Zeke tries before the hunter repeats himself.

"I said I'll let you know."

As told, the angel goes back into hibernation. His eyes glow before Sam continues where he left off.

"I mean, you know, Cas is human now. It's gonna take him a lot longer to travel."

"I'm gonna get whiplash," I mumble to myself, prompting Sam to question my comment. "Nothing."

Dean clears his throat before directing the attention away from me. "Um, all right, so I was thinking that if the angels are organizing, then that makes them a lot more dangerous than we thought."

Yet, he only makes it worse.

"Why do you think they're organizing?" Sam asks, confused at the sudden, out-of-the-blue, and newfound information.

Dean stares at this brother, realizing his mistake. He hesitates, attempting to come up with a plausible explanation for the intel provided by Ezekiel just moments before.

"It makes sense," I add before biting into my bacon.

"My point is, is that the more of them that are after Cas, the worse it is, so... we got to find him." Dean finishes.

Sam nods. "I'll grab my laptop."

After breakfast, we agreed to meet in the library. Dean stood next to Sam, focused on the project before him. His attention quickly shifts as I walk in. The man's eyes scanned me from head to toe before a smirk emerged on his face. My stomach dropped, not sure whether to be insecure or elated underneath his intense gaze.

"What?" I ask, halting beside him.

"I didn't think you'd be able to tame all that hair," Dean gestures to my double-Dutch braids. "It's surprising, really."

"Shut up!" I playfully shove his torso, failing to stifle my laughter.

His flawless smile makes its limited appearance as he laughs. I shook my head as our laughter began to die, hoping to keep the blush at bay. My eyes wander past Dean and over to Sam. He wears a knowing smile, eyes flickering between his brother and me. The blush I was trying to avoid slowly rises to my cheeks, and Sam is to blame.

I tear my gaze from the Winchesters and focus on the map that's spread across the table. Three red circles, each bigger than the last, were drawn over The Centennial State. Dean traced my stare back to the map before leaning over it.

"All right, so this is where Cas called from on Tuesday—Longmont, Colorado." He began, explaining the map's context. With the tip of a closed, black Sharpie, he traces each ring for emphasis. "Each circle is how far he might have gotten in one, two, and three days out."

"Okay. Here we go," said Sam, capturing our attention. We hover over his shoulder, seeing that he hacked into the city’s police database. "The same day he called from Longmont, weird murder, same town. Cops said it was like the girl was blasted from the inside out."

"Angel kill," Dean recognized their signature killing style. "They might have just missed Cas."

"Unless they got him," I mutter.

For a moment, it was silent as we feared the worst. Sam returned to his laptop and clicked the attached news article to the report. The caption read 'TWO PRIESTS FOUND OUTSIDE ST. ANNE'S CATHEDRAL IN GRISLY MURDER.'

"You got an Emory Park, Iowa?" Sam asks his brother.

"Emory Park, Emory Park. I just saw that." Dean runs his finger along the map, searching for the town. "Yeah, a couple days outside of Longmont."

"Okay, because two priests were murdered there Thursday. Eyes blown out, evidence of torture. They were impaled on posts."

"Torture?" Dean asks aloud, resulting in Sam to assure he heard correctly.

"Angels are looking for info," I say, piecing the puzzle together.

"Man, if they get to him before we do..." Dean trails off. Sam and I reply with a 'yeah,' understanding what Dean didn't finish.

*Longmont, Colorado*

We arrived at St. Anne's Cathedral by four p.m. I exited the backseat of the Impala once Dean parked the car, not bothering to wait for whoever decided to tag along. Just as I was about to walk towards the Cathedral, a group of groundskeepers caught my eye. They gardened beside the church and near the cemetery. I cursed to myself, knowing my high heels would surely sink into the ground.

Dean stops beside me and glances in the direction I was looking at. I voice, "I think we should start with them."

"Lead the way."

His words manipulated my lips into a smile. For the first time, Dean allowed me to take the lead. No second-guessing, no doubting, no arguing. Just trust. And with that, I began my journey along the patchy grass and uneven stone walkway leading into the garden.

As we walked down the path, I spotted a man in a brown suede jacket unlocking the gated graveyard. He pulled the gates open, watching as we approached. Dean and I flash our FBI badges, introducing ourselves. Without any pushback, we asked if he recognized Castiel based on his physical description. The stranger pondered silently before entering the cemetery with us following behind.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I know this guy you're talking about," He said, taking his white and blue gardening gloves off. "Sounds like Clarence."

"Clarence?" Dean and I ask in unison.

He nods, explaining, "The church—it runs a shelter in town, and we work here. We earn our keep. Clarence spent a couple nights and then had to move on."

"And he left the day the bodies were found?" The hunter in disguise questions.

"Matter of fact… Oh, man, those poor guys were a mess. They must have suffered bad." The man spoke with despondency before cheering up. "But at least now they're with the angels."

Dean averted his eyes towards the ground before muttering, "I sure as hell hope not."

I nudged his arm as the stranger's face fell upon hearing Dean's remark.

"Clarence happen to mention where he was headed?" I ask, getting back on topic.

"No. He just said he always had to keep going."

We thanked the helpful individual before Dean began to head back to the car. I reach into my purse and pull out $40, handing it to the man who stood before me. His eyes widen before shaking his head, denying the gift. My hand reaches out again as I take a step closer.

"Please, take it. I know it isn't much, but I appreciate your help. Take it."

He hesitates but takes the twenties from my outstretched arm. Uttering his thanks, the man offers a small smile as a gesture of gratitude. I smile back and turn to leave. My eyes find Dean standing just beyond the cemetery gates, watching and waiting for me. I walk with my head down, avoiding the hunter's eyes while trying to maintain a balance between the grass and widely spaced stones.

"That was nice," said Dean.

"You sound surprised."

"No, I just—it was a nice gesture."

I shrugged, "No big deal."

Silence fell between us. I could feel his hesitation before finally asking, "Why'd you do it?"

My own hesitance to answer the loaded question stopped me in my tracks. The function in my legs returns, and I walk again as if my body didn't just slam on its emergency brakes. Memories flashed across my eyes, reminding me of the tough times I had endured as a child. I could still feel the muggy heat that nearly suffocated me, unable to cool from an air conditioner or box fan from the lack of unpaid electricity bills many Julys ago. My bones can still recount how harsh the winter air had been as we moved all our belongings from our house due to the court-ordered eviction.

"I know what it's like to be in his position, to struggle—to live day to day," I say, my head hung with embarrassment. "I remember standing in line at our local church, just waiting to be handed our share of groceries for the week. My parents had just divorced—they worked hard to provide for us, but sometimes it wasn't enough. They did their best, though. Things got better after a while. We were fortunate enough to bounce back. So, when I see those in similar situations, I don't know—I guess it hits home more than I want it to."

Dean halts once my confession is complete. I shift my gaze from the ground to meet his forest-green eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't know," he murmured.

"I didn't expect you to." I gave the hunter a small smile. "We all have a past. It shapes us into who we are. Right?"

He nods, "Yeah. Yeah, I guess so."

"Thankfully, you won't find mine online. Can't say the same about yours, though." I taunt, my smile growing wider as Dean's face drops.

"You didn't..."

"I haven't had a chance yet. We've been pretty busy."

"How did you find them?" I shrug nonchalantly, feeling the weight of his penetrating gaze on me. My eyes drifted from his narrow, intense stare as he figured out which bird sang. "It was Charlie, wasn't it?"

"What? Charlie—no, no. I don't even remember the last time I talked to her." I lie, hoping to save my friend from an unfortunate phone call.

"Uh huh," Dean grunts, clearly unconvinced.

Finally, the Impala was within eye distance. The urge to kick off my heels and complete the stretch barefoot was strong. Suddenly, as if my heels knew of my desired betrayal, my foot slipped on one of the stepping stones. My other foot quickly moved to support my balance but failed as my heel sunk into the grass. A tiny squeal left my throat, and with my eyes tightly shut, my body began to fall backward.

Adrenaline courses through my veins, my heart quickening as I free fall towards the ground. The last thing I expected was a strong pair of arms saving me from an embarrassing tumble. As if it was possible, my heart races faster. I open my eyes slowly, worried I'd be in the arms of another and not the man I loved. But when I saw his handsome face, a profound sense of relief swept through my body.

Dean leaned over me, his arm encircling my shoulders while the other supported my lower back, his eyes scanning every inch of my countenance. "You all right?"

"Yeah, I'm okay." I breathed out, enarmed by the way he held me so close.

He pulls me back to my feet and grins. "Think you can manage walking back to Baby without breaking your ankles, or do I need to carry you?"

"Shut up." I crouched down to retrieve the heel that had slipped off during my stumble, dislodging it from the grass. "I'd love to see you walk in my shoes—literally."

The Winchester graciously allowed me to lean against his body as I balanced on one heel to put on the other. I try ignoring the thrill of our closeness, but his cologne fills my nose, making my head spin with a longing I’m all too familiar with. His hand resting on my hip distracts my yearning for surprise. I stand tall, and despite the added height that my heels provide, Dean still towers over me. My eyes find his own before his trail to my lips. He wouldn’t… And as I predicted, his hand falls to his side and he takes a step back.

Clearing his throat, he begins, “We should, uh…”

“Yeah,” I nod.

"All right," Dean draws his brother's attention. "Well, he's definitely been here. Good news is he's getting cagey. He's using a fake name—Clarence."

Sam amusingly scoffs, "That's what Meg used to call him. Of course, he doesn't get that's the name of a pretty famous angel."

"What?" asks Dean.

"'It's A Wonderful Life.'" Dean shakes his head, the ends of his mouth frowning, still clueless. "Dude, seriously?"

The younger Winchester looks at me for backup. "Sorry, Sammy, I'm with Dean on this one."

"Typical," he mutters under his breath.

"What'd you come up with?" Dean challenges.

"Another angel kill, outside a town called Lafayette about a day's travel east of here."

"What is that, Indiana?"

"Yeah. Body was found in a homeless camp. Insides barbecued, the whole nine."

"Homeless guy?" I ask as I lean forward and look over Sam's shoulder to read the article he had pulled up.

"No, a pharmacist from Dayton."

"Huh," Dean and I say in unison before he turns the engine to begin our trip East.

*Lafayette, Indiana*

The elevator chimed before opening on the ground floor. The lead detective steps off first, and we follow behind.

"Damnedest thing I ever saw. Vic had a stab wound, but it's not what killed him. It's like his insides were—"

"Vaporized?" Dean finishes. The detective stares at him, stunned that he hit the nail on the head. "It's been going around."

As we approach the door beside the reception desk, an officer buzzes us in. Dean holds open the door for me, and I mumble a small 'thanks' before trying to keep up with the fast men. The investigator leads us into the office space, past other detectives and officers, towards the back.

"So, this guy was a pharmacist from Ohio?" Sam asks.

"Apparently. Total family man, religious. One day, just hops in the S.U.V., takes off, dies under a bridge here from God knows what." The confident man stops near an empty desk, taking the bags of evidence from one to another. "This is his stuff. Help yourselves."

We thank the investigator as he walks around the Winchesters, and before he leaves us, he halts beside me.

"If you need anything, and I mean anything—" The detective emphasizes, a smug smile pulling at his lips while his eyes cascade down my body. "Let me know."

"I'm good." I rolled my eyes at this man's cockiness before stepping between the boys.

Sam picks up a bag of evidence as I grab the other, and we dump its contents onto the desk. I reached for the Bible, seeing if the victim wrote any clues within the margins. Dean scoffs, grabbing Sam's and my attention. He wore a scowl on his face, aiming it towards the detective. Sam and I furrowed our brows in confusion over Dean's sudden sulkiness.

"Can you believe that guy?" The eldest Winchester asks, shaking his head.

"What?" Sam inquiries.

"Did you not hear what he said to her? The man's sick. She's only 19!" Dean whisper-yells over me.

"I'm right here, D."

His eyes cut to me. They were a darker shade than usual. Somehow, it only made him sexier. He narrowed them at me, asking, "And?"

"And, I can handle some guy hitting on me."

"Well, you shouldn't have to. And I won't let it happen, not anymore."

"So what? You plan to cock block me from now on?"

"Yes!" My eyes widen at his quick response. He takes a deep breath, calming himself before saying, “You're too young to be having sex anyway."

"Dean, you started having sex at 16. You're the last person to lecture anyone about having sex too young. Leave her alone." Sam butts in.

Dean rolls his eyes, knowing if he talked anymore on the subject, he'd be a hypocrite. Without another word, he snatches the victim's phone from the desk. He begins to look through it as Sammy and I look at each other and smile in triumph. I flip through the small Bible but find nothing out of the ordinary. As I placed it back on the desk, I couldn't help but wonder why Dean cared so much.

"Anything?" The youngest Winchester asks the oldest as he walks around the desk and sits in the chair.

"Nothing weird," He continues to search while making his conclusions. "Crappy music, a lot of podcasts, all the same one. Reverend Buddy Boyle's 'Goin' For Glory Hour.'"

"Cop said he was religious."

Dean leans toward Sam and plays the video. I walk around the desk and watch with the boys.

"Join me in a heapin' helpin' of glory, friends. When you're in the presence of the divine, you'll know it. And if you let yourself, you'll hear it." The man's Southern accent cuts as Dean impatiently fast-forwards. "So, remember, when angels come a-knocking, let 'em on in."

The video ends. We look at one another, getting the very clear message the preacher was trying to convey.

"Angels can't possess a human without permission, right?" Sam asks.

"Yep." Dean answers, aggravated.

"So, what, they're using this guy to find vessels?"

"It's a willing audience," I point out.

"They're all religious types like our pharmacist here. Buddy Boyle was telling them to let the angels take them over."

"Like body snatchers," says Sam.

"How big a reach does this Boyle guy have?" I ask, prompting Sam to use the computer in front of him.

He clicks on the link: Buddy Boyle's Influence, world wide. It brought us to the Reverend's web page, displaying a world map. Red beacons were scattered across every continent, serving as markers for his loyal followers.

"Pretty much the entire planet," Sam answers.

Our eyes were wide, not expecting such a wide demographic. Without another word, we walk out of the police station.

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[blondeboyfriend]

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 (𝟏𝟖+)

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[ PAIRING ] Eren Yeager x f!reader x Zeke Yeager [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I basically wrote a bunch of vignettes and threw in some wordy headcanons. This is a repost. I wrote it in like 2022. [ SYNOPSIS ] You've just adopted two disasters, I mean dogboys. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.2k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, hybrids (duh), threesome (mmf), knotting, cigarettes (Zeke), voyeurism, exhibitionism, jerking off, fingering, teasing, nipple play, creampie, impact play (Zeke receiving), dacryphilia (Zeke’s the crybaby), panty sniffing, thick Yeager dick, cum play, Zeke has grey eyes because I'm addicted to the manga version of him, this fic is so ridiculous like don't take it seriously. Just enjoy the ride.

When you adopted Eren and Zeke you fully expected to get two normal dogs. The ad on Craigslist purported two mutts, related but not from the same litter. They were a bonded pair that could not be separated. It claimed they had all their shots and were totally healthy, but not neutered which was emphasized for some strange reason. You made a mental note to get that taken care of, if the dogs were to become yours.

You responded to the listing expressing interest. You listed off a few qualifications: you were an experienced dog owner, you had a large yard they could play in, and you didn’t smoke. You received a response almost immediately.

Yard sounds cool. The smoking shit doesn’t matter. Do you have cable or do you stream everything? Would appreciate a response asap k thnx.

You could not imagine why they needed such information, but regardless you responded.

Hi! I have basic cable and Hulu. Is that okay?

Your answer was deemed acceptable. Phone numbers were exchanged and you were asked to meet at a local park the next day. It was a great relief that they wanted to meet in a public place. 

That night you couldn’t sleep. You were simply too damn excited. The sun couldn’t come up soon enough. It felt like it purposefully slowed down. Minutes felt like hours. It was unbearable. Of course by the time you were able to drift off, your alarm chimed and it was time to go get your dogs.

You arrived at the park right on time. There were a few kids running around with their parents trailing after them and two young men standing off in the distance, but not a single person with two dogs. You waited around for ten minutes until you got the nerve to call the person. It was perplexing to hear someone else’s phone ringing while you made the call.

“Yeah?”

You heard the voice through the phone and in the air.

“Uh… Wait, are you here? I think I see you.” You squinted and took a better look at the two men loitering. “Where are the dogs?”

One of the men pointed at you which caused the one on the phone to hang up and wave you over. You made eye contact with one of the parents, hoping that would be enough incentive to come to your aid if needed.

“Hi,” you said as you dropped a pin to a friend.

Someone, anyone, needed to know where you were lest you get the Law and Order: SVU treatment The two men looked normal enough. Both were rather tall and well built. One had long, silky chocolate-colored hair. The other was of the wavy, flaxen persuasion. You noted they were both wearing hats: the brunette wore a denim bucket hat and the blonde a nondescript baseball cap. 

“Oh hey, sorry for hanging up. I figured since you’re here and my phone is running low on minutes,” the brunette said.

“That’s fine. Where are the dogs?”

The two men looked at each other and then back at you.

“You didn’t say anything about the hybrid thing in the ad, did you?” the blonde asked, hanging his head.

“Do you think anyone would’ve responded otherwise?”

“What hybrid thing?” you questioned.

The men redirected their attention towards you.

“We’re th—”

“We’re the dogs, alright!” the brunette exclaimed.

He dramatically pulled his hat off, revealing two brown button ears. He then proceeded to knock the baseball cap off the blonde by smacking the bill upwards. He too had little button ears. You were filled with conflicting emotions. You were attracted to their good looks and you thought their ears were cute. But you were also disappointed they weren’t normal dogs.

“Listen, we understand if—”

The brunette interrupted him again. “I don’t! Please take us home with you. I promise we’ll be good. Or I will at least. Honestly you can just take me in. I don’t even know who that guy is.”

“I’m his brother.”

“No he isn’t.”

You stared at them, debating whether or not you should take them in. You didn’t have the biggest home, but you could probably get creative and make it work. However there was still a twinge of paranoia. You weren’t certain you could trust them. But on the other hand you could use the company.

“You can both come live with me. The ad said you were a bonded pair so…”

“Eren, you said we were bonded?” the blonde asked, blushing and eyes sparkling.

“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Uh, okay! You guys ready to go then?” you rallied, trying to prevent any conflict from brewing.

Their eyes lit up and their bushy tails started wagging. You were powerless against them. They were yours and you were theirs. You couldn’t wait to get them home and let them get cozy. And more importantly shower. They both looked a little rough around the edges.

On the way home you couldn’t help but stare at their ears, curious as to how they felt. You tried to resist the urge to pinch them, but it became too big of a burden to bear.

“Can I touch—”

“Yes,” they sighed.

Zeke was the more affectionate of the two, but only towards you and Eren. He was pleasant yet standoffish with others, keeping most people at an arm’s length. He had no issues wearing a collar and actually preferred it, unlike Eren. It gave Zeke a sense of security, something his life often lacked. He was incredibly intelligent, but prone to getting lost in his own thoughts. And he preferred spending his days in the yard sprawled out in a hammock with no shirt on, chain smoking and reading.

Eren was a bit of a wild one. He only wanted attention on his own terms, but was open to getting it from anyone he was friendly with. He tended to be a bit of a loner, spending most of his time outdoors. He liked being out in the woods, hiking on balmy days. He was significantly more active than Zeke though you suspected that had something to do with him being younger. Eren was also a bit more hardy than his brother, and lacked the seasonal allergies Zeke had been cursed with since he was a pup.

Since neither of them worked they tended to play housewife while you toiled away at work. Zeke was on laundry duty because Eren was a chronic clothes shrinker. Eren did the cooking, priding himself on his knife skills. He was constantly baking bread with a preference for sourdough. Zeke wasn’t a bad cook by any means, but he lacked the passion Eren exuded. He preferred to clean anyway. It wasn’t uncommon to wake up in the middle of the night to pee and find him scrubbing the toilet.

Depending on where you were in your menstrual cycle, they would both get incredibly clingy and flirtatious. If one of them was feeling particularly bold they’d rub their hard cock on you while you slept. It didn’t bother you much. You had developed a bit of a crush on them. Your sick enjoyment fed off of their desperation. Even the more traditionally annoying behaviors were still a turn on. Like how your underwear was prone to going missing. You’d find it crumpled up and stiff in the strangest places. You never bothered to ask because you didn’t want to embarrass them, or give them any incentive to stop.

Your first tryst with them couldn’t have happened under sillier circumstances. It was late one night. You and Eren had crawled into bed while Zeke stayed up watching the Planet Earth episode on caves. Eren fell asleep almost immediately after pulling you into his warm embrace. You nuzzled your face in his neck, letting your nose graze his Adam’s apple.

Just as you were about to drift off Zeke clumsily opened the door. He skulked around before hopping into bed. You were hoping he’d spoon you, putting you in a dogboy sandwich. But alas, he was going to sleep beside Eren.

Zeke yawned and snaked his arms around his brother. You struggled to hold back a laugh as he wriggled and pulled his brother close. Eren groaned and tried to shake Zeke off.

“Don’t be mean,” Zeke whined.

Zeke then proceeded to grope Eren’s chest.

“Oh… That’s not right,” he said, palming Eren’s pectoral muscle.

“I was waiting for you to notice. Can you please stop rubbing your dick on me?”

“I didn’t know it was you.”

“You couldn’t smell me?”

“You smelled like her shampoo. My—my allergies have been acting up. I can’t smell straight.”

“Makes sense considering there was nothing straight about what you just did.”

“You guys are too much,” you yawned, rolling over onto your back.

Eren fixed his verdant gaze on you. Zeke rested his chin on Eren’s head and did the same. They looked hungry, starved practically. Zeke reached out and booped your nose.

“What?” You asked, laughing.

“I’m bored,” Zeke sighed.

Eren nodded in agreement.

“It’s nighttime. Just fall asleep,” you muttered.

“I doubt he could fall asleep with that raging boner.”

Zeke immediately turned pink and rolled over, trying to mask his shame. He pulled the sheets over his head and sighed heavily.

“Maybe you should help him take care of it?” Eren purred.

“I wouldn’t be averse to that,” Zeke concurred, his voice muffled by cool cotton.

You cleared your throat. While you were very much aware your precious dogboys wanted to bury their noses in your cunt, you never actually considered sleeping with either of them. You weren’t even sure what that would entail.

“If you fuck Zeke, I get to watch.”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” Zeke said dreamily.

Eren grumbled. He wasn’t the best at accepting Zeke’s affection, especially when it was a bit too eager.

“I guess I’m up for it. I can’t remember the last time I fucked someone.”

“I’ll be gentle. Unless you, uh, don’t want me to be. I’m more than prepared to destroy you. I can make it so that no one will ever want you again after I’m through with you.”

“Criiiiiiiiinge,” Eren yawned.

“Be nice,” you chastised, pinching one of Eren’s velvety ears.

“So?” Zeke asked expectantly.

You could hear his tail thumping against the mattress. How could you deny such an excitable boy?

“I’m down.”

Zeke jumped out of bed and started getting undressed. You and Eren made eye contact and laughed.

“Desperate much?”

“He’s not desperate. Just dumb and eager,” you laughed.

Zeke pouted as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his god-like form. His chest was covered with hair, the same color as a fertile field of wheat. You never got used to seeing him shirtless even though he often went without one. Every time was like the first time, just you in utter awe of his beautiful body.

“You can get undressed faster than that,” Eren goaded.

Zeke pulled off his boxers and balled them up, beaning them at Eren.

“Happy?”

“Not as happy as you apparently,” you chuckled.

Zeke’s cock was hard as a rock, nearly sticking straight up. It was thick, veiny, and of average length which was a relief. Zeke glanced down at it and then made eye contact with you. It was clear he sought approval; he needed validation.

“Very nice, baby.”

“Baby? You never call me baby.”

“That’s because you’re not my baby, Eren.”

“Yeah, Eren, you’re not her baby.”

“Well, what are you two waiting for?” Eren asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He took the quilt with him, wrapping it around himself.

Zeke returned to the bed and got on top of you. He reached under your nightgown and peeled off your underwear. He sniffed them before he handed them to Eren who did the same. Zeke slipped his hand between your thighs and spread apart your folds. He pushed his rough fingers into your cunt and rubbed your clit with the pad of his thumb. He maintained eye contact the entire time. His grey gaze was heavy with ardor. His face couldn’t have been closer to yours. You reached up and stroked his cheek, feeling his lush beard. He hummed happily and continued to finger you.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, curling his fingers inside you.

A “mhm” was all you could muster. It seemed to be enough for Zeke because he beamed and kissed you. To say you weren’t ready was an understatement. He pushed his tongue past your teeth and rolled it against yours. His lips were soft unlike Eren’s which tended to be chapped. A little, joyous whimper emanated from you as his breath lilted into your lungs. It tasted of tobacco and his overpriced, spearmint toothpaste. You wanted him to consume you.

“Can one of you make some noises or something? You guys are too quiet. It’s weird,” Eren heckled.

Zeke broke the kiss. “You do realize not everyone sounds like they’re in Bang Bros video, right?”

Eren was quiet.

“Maybe so. But c’mon. Do something interesting.”

Zeke placed his hands on the small of your back and lifted you forward. He flicked his tongue against your firm nipple. You draped your arms over his shoulders and dragged your nails down his back. You were careful not to dig too deep. You weren’t interested in drawing blood. Zeke was too delicate on an emotional level. His life had been hard enough. You knew he wanted to be pampered, not mangled.

He didn’t seem to hold you in the same regard because he began to bite your nipple. It wasn’t very hard, but still you yelped.

“Hey! Don’t hurt her, you dingus,” Eren teased.

He pulled on Zeke’s wagging tail.

“What good does hurting me do?” He asked ruefully.

You ran your fingers through his soft hair and gave it a tug.

“Not you too.”

“It’s not my fault it’s so fun to be a little mean to you… Do you want us to stop?”

“No,” Zeke mumbled. “I—I like it.”

Eren pulled on his tail again. Zeke groaned and buried his face into your neck. You patted his head and told him how good of a boy he was.

“How good?” He asked, nipping at your neck.

“The best.”

“What about me?” Eren asked.

“You’re a good boy too, I guess.”

Zeke smirked and began to stroke the length of his cock. He gently nudged you back down, leaving you supine. He rubbed his cocktip on your throbbing clit, leaving a few droplets of precum behind. Eren sighed and moved so that he was lying next to you.

“I needed a better view,” he admitted.

“Fair enough,” Zeke groaned as he slid his cock inside you.

Eren stuck his hand under his sweatpants and began to jerk off. You were ecstatic he wanted to watch Zeke split you in two.

Zeke’s thrusts were slow and deliberate. He let his cock gradually stretch out your tight cunt. You loved the fullness you felt, how his cock swelled inside you. It was a sensation you’d never been blessed with before. You felt like you were seeing stars as Zeke picked up the pace. His balls slapped against your taint, leaving a stinging pain in their wake.

“You can fuck her harder than that,” Eren heckled through gritted teeth.

His sweatpants had a sizable wet spot.

“Leave me alone,” Zeke mumbled.

You pinched his ear and gently pulled on it.

“Are you gonna cry, Zekey?”

“Please do not call me that. And what the? No, I’m not going to cry.”

“You do when you jerk off with her underwear,” Eren laughed.

Zeke lost his rhythm; his thrusts became erratic. His cock was hitting your cervix. You felt a dull ache in the depths of your cunt.

“That was one time. I don’t always cry after I come.”

You grabbed his ass and pulled his body closer to you. He let out a low groan as you dug your nails into his voluptuous ass.

“Come on. Cry for me, crybaby,” you teased.

Zeke knitted his brow and didn’t heed your remark. He just kept thrusting away. You felt your orgasm cresting the horizon. You bucked your hips against Zeke.

Eren moaned and ended up coming all over his hand. He licked his palm clean. You were disappointed he didn’t let you lap up his cum.

“Hey, Zeke,” Eren said, catching his breath.

Zeke asked, “What is it now?”

Eren got up and yanked on Zeke’s tail.

“Goddammit!”

“Pull on it again,” you moaned, digging your nails deeper into his plush ass.

Eren was more than happy to comply. A few tears fell from Zeke’s starry, grey eyes.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

“Nah,” he coughed out as Eren tugged on it again. “Maybe a little.”

“Should we g—go easier on you?” You stammered, trying to stave off your orgasm.

“No. Keep doing it.”

Eren moved one of your hands away from Zeke’s ass cheek and he gave it a firm spank.

“Eren!” Zeke yelped.

“Too hard?”

“Just a fucking little!”

You stroked Zeke’s beard, directing his attention on you. He sighed as you tightened around the length of his cock. He gritted his teeth as you writhed underneath him. Eren spanked his ass again, but this time it was gentler. It was inaudible and your little, flaxen dogboy didn’t cry out in pain.

“I’m gonna—“ You desperately moaned.

Zeke gazed down at you; his eyes were dark with lust. They were the color of clouds right before a thunderstorm. You wanted to get caught in his downpour. He fucked you harder than he had before. His cock continued to swell. Your juices flowed from your cunt, intermingling with Zeke’s precum.

“Is he crying?” Eren asked.

You were too caught up in your orgasm to humor Eren’s relentless teasing. Your toes curled and you saw white as you came.

“You look so pretty taking my co—Fuck! Eren!”

You glanced at Eren who had once again pulled on Zeke’s tail. You giggled as Zeke grunted. You used your thumb to wipe away the little tears that had collected in his lower lashes.

“Are you gonna come for me like a good boy?”

He nodded and bucked his hips. A steady stream of cum filled your cunt to the brim. You were stuffed full of its milky warmth and his throbbing knot. You held him close to your body as he finished. Eren, being the little shit he was, tugged on Zeke’s tail one last time. The blonde let out a few whimpers before he collapsed. He was careful not to put his full weight on you.

“Can I come for you like a good boy now?” Eren asked.

“You gotta w—wait a bit. I’m stuck in her for the time being.”

You rubbed Zeke’s ass and he nuzzled his face into your neck. He could be so affectionate. If you ever tried to tell anyone, they’d never believe you. The only people that ever saw this side of him were you and Eren.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. You’ll get your turn,” you said, gesturing to Eren to cuddle up beside you.

Eren did and weaseled his way under your arm. You gave him a little peck on the cheek. It would only be a matter of time before Zeke could pull out and let Eren have his turn.

[pisspope]

rei and zeke bday hcs cause like,,, why not (but also bc its what the ppl voted for)

tw: implied sex, references to canon typical violence

zeke

- its not that his parents didn’t celebrate his birthday at all its just,,, it was usually a small affair with influential PTA members and their kids. in other words, no one zeke got along with. very much a “seen not heard” while the grown ups sip mimosas type deal

- and of course zeke does everything in service of disappointing his parents so!!! its party time

- honestly u could try to throw a surprise party but good fucking luck this man is snoopy as all hell. every time ur out just a little too long with pieck or porco (they’re bickering over how early to buy balloons) he’s got u on the horn like “i know ur planning something”. would never accuse u of cheating bc he fully believes his own hype and knows u wouldnt DARE cheat on Adonis Himself (Narcissus more like but w/e)

- so yeah he’s probably at least a little involved in the planning of it all, wants to backseat drive because hes “not a loser who plans his own birthday party”. sending u screenshots from his notes app with his favorite colors, songs, what cake he wants, etc. lowkey insufferable

- day comes and you’ve rented out the kid’s bday party section of a bowling alley/arcade and filled it with every friend you can think of that isn’t vaguely shitty or hasn’t been burned by zeke in some way. so like… maybe 10 people, gabi and the kids included so they have a believable cover story if the staff asks who the party’s for. not that they’d care but zeke loves to play like he’s so sNeAkY and sHiFty by telling everyone it’s a party for udo or something.

- that man can BOWL and he’s an ass about it. the sorest winner in the world. in every universe he will knock down 10 or more little dudes with a rock and cheer and whoop and holler like an idiot. jeering at porco when he gets a gutter ball and you see reiner pull him aside like “just let him have it today. its his big day.” as if it is not ALSO reiner’s big day

- played with the idea of him getting a devil’s food cake and reiner getting an angel’s food cake for the lolz but he’s not sharing a party on his life so. coffee cake 100%, both because he likes it and because the kids don’t, which means more to take home. schemer that he is

- does ask for gifts but is pretty insistent about it being under 20 dollars (so he can see who overspent and ACTUALLY loves him. male manipulator). falco gets him an officially licensed sock monkey and he cries (pussy). whispering to u after that if his parents ever die horribly he’ll adopt him

- heading to the connected arcade after and, second verse same as the first, he kills at skee ball. breaks the record on each machine one after the other just to show off, gets all smirky holding the wad of tickets, talking about how he “does it all for uuuuu” and gives u the wettest sloppiest kiss on the cheek just to embarrass u

- does actually give u all his winnings tho. the high score, the posterity, the want to be remembered,,, the ego boost is enough, u can have the 2100 ticket pikachu plush <3 (u will never hear the end of this. i pity u)

- def gets home with his leftover dessert in hand and gifts in bags on his wrist, smile more genuine than usual. opening the door and letting u in, gifts and food quickly forgotten in lieu of giving you a proper thank you for helping put all this together

- 100% squeezing ur ass and asking if there’s any leftover cake for him, knowing it’ll make u roll your eyes but that you’ll relent bc the cheese is part of the charm (and boy when he gets that treat he asked for? he EATS)

reiner

- something something something same birthday complete opposite ends of the spectrum in terms of how they celebrate it

- wants his bday to be a nice quiet affair with the people he loves most, his little found family and maybe karina if hes feeling generous that year

- if u plan a party in any capacity hes gotta be part of the action! wants to hang streamers, balloons, any little things you decide on to spruce up your place for the event (please don’t call it an event he can’t handle the pressure)

- also u can’t have a cookout bday bc he will insist on working the grill the whole time. shark coded, will drown if he isn’t doing something 

- the party itself is extremely laidback, feels more like a big hangout. ordering 3 of his favorite type of pizza, bringing out beanbags and comfy chairs from other parts of the house so everyone can sit in the living room together. gabi and falco take the tv hostage to play video games and colt and bertholdt somehow get roped into it. it’s raucous, but comfortable.

- u and gabi collab on a homemade cake, but reiner is the baker in the family and gabi just likes the excuse to make a mess. end up making some easy cookies and buying a walmart sheet cake, and its a good thing, too, because just the sight of his name is enough to make him tear up. “you didn’t have to do all this” what, make a phone call to get ur name on a cake? the bar is on the floor unfortunately

- no presents because he can’t handle the pressure, but there’s a couple cards and his lip trembles over each one. zeke gets him a card that’s obviously for kids with stickers inside but he tears up at that one too because “it even comes with a little gift… so thoughtful…”

- rest of the party is spent doing more of the same, a couple beers are thrown back, maybe tosses a football around or something. very classic suburban white picket fence dream party. it brings reiner a quiet joy, one that he keeps close to his chest, a memory that he’ll look back on over and over.

- the guests start to filter out one by one until its just u and him, picking up paper plates, putting away leftovers. its all very domestic, it might actually be reiner’s favorite part. to just be with u in companionable silence, scooting around and putting the house in order. domesticity is something sacred that he never thought he’d have, and its a joy to share it with u.

- he INSISTS on sitting on the couch with u after, gives u those big eyes that he only gets when he wants u to pet his hair, falls asleep to one of his favorite comfort films with your hands on his head, totally content

- wakes up in the wee hours and carries u to bed like the big bear of a man that he is, not expecting anything of you, just wanting u to be comfortable. tucks u in and gives u a kiss like it’s your birthday or something

- and it’s not a gift bc reiner specifically requested no gifts, but if he wakes up to u wearing something special the next morning, something that leaves nothing to the imagination, i mean… maybe the party doesn’t have to be over quite yet

[ananke-xiii]

and talking about "making it worse"... Dean telling Cas that he has to leave the bunker without a fucking valid reason should have been worse. Come on, give me more.

Dean gives Cas some cash and a mobile because Gadreel told him Cas couldn't stay but he disn't say they couldn't keep in touch lol. I don't understand why Supernatural suddenly forgot about the existence of telephones. "Ehhhhh because they needed to emphasize Cas' pain etc". Fine.

Then give me a passive-aggressive fight. Dean gives Cas a phone, he calls him a few times to make sure he's okay but Cas just rejects his calls (being told to leave without reason after you had just died is a bitch).

So when Cas eventually gives in and calls Dean, he's just over the moon. He rushes to "Rexford, Idaho" secretly craving for some forgiveness. Things get even worse.

The situation precipitates when it's discovered that Zeke's not Zeke. Despite everything that's happened Cas stands by Dean's side. In fact, it's precisely because he wants to save the brothers that he decides to steal his own brother's grace. Cas is committed to the Winchester family.

However, things keep getting worse, Dean and Sam fight, Cas tries to mediate but he and Dean end up having a lil fight too. Cas has now changed and understands humans a bit better so he tries to be the bigger person and tries to call Dean and this time Dean fucking rejects his calls. Cas is very pissed but decides to stay with Sam and do what he can to stay by his side. In a way, he takes side. Or so Dean thinks or whatever.

When they finally reunite they manage to "stow their baggage" for a while but the explosion is inevitable. Instead of that lukewarm fight we see by the end of S9 we get the big one that's been building up from the first episode.

And the best part is that, yet once again, after the nth fight, Cas still chooses Dean and he confirms his commitment to him and his family for the third time this season. But it's too late.

So when S10 starts, Cas is at his lowest in every aspect of his life, he's like a dying Sims, we can see the little thingy over his head and it's not good. Of course, things between the two can only go better from this point on until Dean finds out Cas' been helping Sam out. Dean's totally not happy about it and the two have a minor argument. Dean thinks Cas is taking sides again or whatever Part 2. This is the build-up for the "Cas and Dean's Big Fight/Confrontation" that must happen at the end of every season since s4, it's a tradition. But this time, just like by the end of s9 when Cas saves Dean, we doubt if Dean will spare Cas' life (this actually happened in canon so I'm happy but I need more meat for Dean's angst/jealousy over Sam and Cas working together behind his back).

Yeah. Carver made it bad for Cas and Dean but I would've made it so much worse. Actual scenes with Cas and Dean weren't even necessary because I would have "Dabbed" it away. One thing I must give Dabb credit for is that he remembered telephones are a thing and they're also very conveniently symbolic of Cas and Dean's relationship from the very start so why not use them? Was it original? No. Did it make sense? Yes.

But anyway.

[jrob64]

Pet for Rent, Chapter 2/4 (The Idea)

A CS Modern AU Story

Thanks for joining me for chapter 2! Writing this story has been a bit therapeutic for me after losing my Zeke, and adopting Winston has been, too. I hope you'll stay with me for the rest of the story.

Shout out to @kmomof4 who sent Winston the ducky toy he has in the picture. His Aunt Krystal spoiled him with a welcome package the week we got him!

Thanks so much to @hookedmom. I'm lucky to have the best and most patient beta!

SUMMARY: Emma Swan tries to cheer up her heartbroken son by 'renting' a dog from the local animal shelter. When she attempts to do it a second time, she makes a mistake, and realizes the dog has been rented by someone else the same day - a very handsome man named Killian Jones.

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Emma, Henry, Killian and Norman/Winston spend more time together. When Henry continues feeling sad about having to leave the dog at the animal shelter, Killian proposes an idea that might solve the problem.

RATING: M (for smut in the last chapter, which can easily be skipped if that's not your thing)

WORDS: 6821

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Emma didn’t think it was possible for four hours with a stranger to pass so quickly. Sooner than she expected, Killian was looking at his phone and announcing that it was time to return Norman to the shelter. It may have been her imagination, but it sounded like there was a note of wistfulness in his voice.

Henry took control of the dog on the walk back, giving the adults an opportunity to resume the conversation that had been ongoing throughout most of their time together. Emma watched her son handling Norman as he wandered from one side of the path to the other to explore in the tall grass and she commented, “Henry is gonna sleep good tonight.”

“I don’t doubt that. He told me he had his last game of the season this morning.”

“That, in addition to playing fetch and ‘keep away’ with Norman, and all of the running around he did with you, will have him zonking out early.” They walked on a few paces, before she added, “I want to thank you, Killian, for spending so much time with him. Since he doesn’t have a father, he doesn’t get a lot of one-on-one time with a man, so I really appreciate it.”

“It was my pleasure. He’s a good listener and a fast learner.”

“Yeah, I kinda wish he had more games left, so he could apply what you taught him. I’m afraid he’ll forget it by next season. You’re wonderful at teaching, and very patient.”

“Thank you, Emma. I truly did enjoy it.”

“The youth league is always begging for people to coach. Maybe you could do that next year.”

Killian looked thoughtful. “Perhaps I could, if I’m still here.”

“Any idea where would you go if you decide to leave?”

“Not really, but it wouldn’t be terribly far away. I want to stay close to Liam.”

When the shelter came into sight, Henry turned around and dragged Norman back to Emma and Killian. “I had fun today. Can we do this again?”

“I’ll have to check our schedule to see when we’ll have another chance to rent Norman,” Emma answered.

Henry shook his head. “No, I mean with Norman and Killian.”

“Oh, uh,” Emma stammered, glancing at Killian, who was scratching behind his ear. “I don’t know about that, kid. This was just an accident and Killian was nice enough to make the best of the situation.”

“But Mom, he had fun, too, didn’t you, Killian?”

“What did I tell you about putting him on the spot?”

“Sorry, Killian,” Henry apologized. “But it did seem like you were having fun.”

Killian reached forward to ruffle the boy’s hair. “It’s quite alright, lad, and you’re right - I had a very good time with you and your mother today. And Winston, of course.”

“You mean Norman,” Emma remarked.

“He still seems more like a Winston to me. Don’t you see the resemblance between him and England’s former Prime Minister?”

Emma took in the dog’s jutting lower jaw, drooping jowls and prominent forehead, and had to admit he did share some physical traits with Winston Churchill. “Yeah, now that you mention it, I do see it.”

“Anyway, at the risk of being too forward, it would be nice to have another day with you and your boy, if you’re amenable to that, Swan.”

Emma thought for a moment, then said, “Henry, why don’t you take Norman to the end of the path and give us a minute, okay?”

He started to protest, but seemed to think better of it. “Come on, Norman. Mom doesn’t want me to hear what she’s gonna say.”

Emma watched him go, her mouth agape over his comment. She heard Killian chuckle and turned to look at him.

“He’s quite a bright young man,” he laughed.

“Yeah, he’s getting too smart for his own good,” she agreed. “But he’s still a little boy and I’m a protective mom. I don’t want to promise him something that’s not going to happen, so if you’re not serious about doing this again…”

“I assure you, Emma,” he interrupted. “I wouldn’t dream of letting him down. If you’re willing to give me your contact information, I’ll send you some options and we can figure out a day that works.”

She eyed him critically for a few seconds, seeing nothing but sincerity in his expression. “I know Henry would really like that.”

“Only Henry?” he asked, quirking a brow.

She couldn’t help but smile. “I have to admit, I had a really good time today, too. So, um, to answer your question, I am, how did you say it, amenable to doing it again.”

His grin made her heart do a pleasant little flip. She made sure Henry and Norman were okay while waiting for Killian to pull out his phone and start a new contact. Once he did, he handed it to her so she could add her information.

After handing it back, they began walking again. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him checking the phone screen. “It’s not a fake number, by the way,” she said.

“That’s good to know,” he returned with a smirk, while typing out a text to her so she would have his info. “Is that something you’ve done before?”

“Maybe,” she replied cryptically.

“In that case, I feel honored that you gave me the real thing.”

She giggled in response, giving him a slight nudge with her elbow as they reached the end of the path.

“What did you say, Mom?” Henry asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Killian and I are going to look at our schedules to find a day that works.”

“Yay!” Henry shouted. “How about next Saturday?”

“Calm down, kid. I told you we’re going to figure it out.”

They arrived at the shelter and Killian opened the door and held it for them. David was sitting at a desk behind the counter, tapping away at the computer keyboard. He looked up with a broad smile when they entered. “How did it go?”

“Good,” Emma replied. “Thank you for allowing us to borrow Norman for the day.”

David looked between the two adults standing before him, obviously wanting more details. “Did you…all of you…get along okay?”

“Yes we did, Dave,” Killian said smugly.

There were several seconds when all they could hear was the barking of some of the dogs in the back. Finally, David sighed. “Alright, I guess I’ll just take Norman back to his cage, then.”

“Oh, uh,” Emma said, giving Killian a wink, “one of us will be in touch to schedule another day for us…all of us…to rent Norman again.”

David’s grin told them he knew exactly what that meant.

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“I hear you met my future brother-in-law,” Belle said. It was Monday, and Emma had stopped at the library to return a couple of books and choose some more before her shift at the sheriff’s station.

“News travels fast.”

“Killian always eats lunch with us after church. He told us about the mix-up at the animal shelter and said he had a great time with you and Henry.”

“He seems like a nice guy,” Emma said, moving to a shelf and studying the books more closely than necessary.

“He thinks very highly of you, too.”

Emma shot her a brief glance. “Oh, yeah? What did he say?”

“Well,” Belle began, clearly struggling to be non-chalant, “he said you were very easy to talk to and he enjoyed your sense of humor. He also said he had fun helping Henry with his soccer skills.”

“He was really good with Henry and I, um, I liked talking to him, too. He’s supposed to contact me to figure out another time to rent Norman together. Henry asked if we could.”

“I don’t suppose you protested too much, did you?”

Emma chose a book off of the shelf and studiously perused the summary on the back. “You know I want my kid to be happy.”

Belle crossed the space between them and laid her hand over the book, garnering Emma’s full attention. “To the best of my knowledge, you’ve never once introduced your son to a man you may be interested in dating in all the years I’ve known you.”

“Wait a second…first of all, I didn’t introduce him to Henry - we met accidentally, and secondly, who says I’m interested in dating him? We’re simply planning to rent Norman together again. It’s really not a big deal, Belle.”

“If you say so, but I have to tell you that I’ve never seen Killian so animated while talking about someone. You certainly made an impression on him.”

“I’m sure I did. Dressed in old sweatpants and a hoodie, no makeup, hair a complete disaster - I was a mess.”

“He didn’t mention that. He just talked about how he enjoyed the time he spent with you and how much he’s looking forward to seeing you again.”

Emma could feel her face heating and knew she must be as red as the leather jacket she was wearing. She wasn’t ready to admit that she was just as eager to see him again, too.

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That evening, Emma had just finished checking over Henry’s homework and shooed him off to the shower, when her phone dinged with an incoming text. Picking it up from the kitchen counter, she couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face upon seeing Killian’s name.

K: I’m hoping this message reaches Emma Swan. If I’ve reached someone else, you can blame it on her. It was followed by a smirking emoji.

She shook her head at his ridiculousness, and decided to play along.

E: I’m afraid you’ve been misled. This Emma Swan must be a horrible person. She added a winking emoji.

It took a few seconds for the three bubbles to pop up, then she laughed out loud when she read his reply.

  K: Oh, she is a terrible, awful person to give me a fake number.

E: She’s probably not used to giving out her number to random men who just happened to rent the same dog she did.

K: That seems to be a plausible excuse. Perhaps I should forgive her.

E: Oh, you most definitely should.

K: Very well. If I’m ever fortunate enough to see her again, I shall grant her my forgiveness.

E: That’s very gentlemanly of you.

K: I’m always a gentleman.

Emma heard the clothes hamper lid slam in the bathroom, signifying that Henry was finished with his shower.

E: I need to get Henry into bed. I’ll be back in twenty minutes or so, depending on how resistant he decides to be tonight.

K: Tell him I said goodnight.

E: That will probably get him all excited and it may be longer than twenty minutes.

K: I’m willing to wait.

Emma left her phone on the sofa and went to Henry’s bedroom, where he was getting settled under the covers. Sitting on the edge of his bed, she brushed his damp bangs away from his forehead.

“Did you brush your teeth?”

“You ask me that every night.”

“Yes, and half the time you’ve neglected to do it.”

“I just have to brush them again in the morning.”

Emma raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you, or didn’t you?”

He sighed dramatically. “I did. Wanna smell my breath to make sure?”

“Not particularly. I believe you. Ready to say your prayers?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Name three things of thanks,” she said, initiating their nightly tradition.

Henry tapped his chin in thought. “I scored two goals at recess.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah, I used what Killian taught me. Oh! That’s my second thing - meeting Killian.”

“Actually, he texted me while you were in the shower.”

“He did? Did he say when we can rent Norman together again?”

“We haven't had a chance to discuss it yet. He did say to tell you goodnight.”

“Tell him I said goodnight to him, too.”

“I will. What’s your third thing?”

“Umm…we changed seats in class and now I’m sitting beside Avery.”

“Just make sure the two of you don’t get into trouble for talking too much.”

“We won’t.”

“Good. Now, what three things do you want to ask of God?”

“To help me do good on my math test tomorrow, to send me another dog, and to let us see Killian again soon.”

They both folded their hands and closed their eyes while Henry said his prayers. When he finished, Emma read him a chapter of Fantastic Mr. Fox, kissed him goodnight and left his room, turning off the light on her way out.

Picking her phone up from her couch, she scrolled through the text conversation with Killian, smiling at the light banter they shared.

E: I’m back.

When a response didn’t come through for a couple of minutes, she went to her bedroom to change into her pajamas. Then she brushed her teeth, washed her face, and applied moisturizer.

When she went back into the living room, she saw a new message on her phone.

K: Is it okay if I call you? I’m not fond of texting.

She noticed that the time stamp was right after she put her phone down, over ten minutes ago. Instead of answering, she brought up his contact and hit the call button.

“Hello, Swan.”

“Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting.”

“I was hoping I didn’t upset you by asking to call.”

“No, nothing like that. I just decided to do my nighttime routine,” Emma explained. “Henry said to tell you goodnight, by the way. I always ask him to tell me three things he’s thankful for from his day, and you were involved in two of them.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. He scored two goals playing soccer today at recess, because of what you taught him, and he was thankful for meeting you. That’s the third night in a row he’s said that one.”

“That’s very kind of him to say.”

“Well, you made quite an impression on him and he’s eager to see you again. Speaking of which, what does your schedule look like for the next few weeks?”

“It’s wide open, actually. Do Saturdays work best for you?”

“Yeah, because Henry is in school during the week and I work until five every day. I also work one Saturday a month. This coming Saturday is the one I work this month.”

“How about the following week?”

She switched him to speaker and pulled up her calendar app. “That looks good. Henry gets a haircut that morning at nine, but we could meet after that. The weather is going to start getting too cold if we wait much longer.”

“Liam has been telling me to be prepared for a cold winter. He says Maine is quite a bit colder than England during the winter months,” he stated. “Shall we make plans for that day, then?”

“Sounds good to me. Want to meet at the shelter at ten-thirty?”

“Actually,” Killian began, then paused for a few moments before clearing his throat and continuing. “I was wondering if you would agree to me picking up the two of you to go to the shelter together.”

Emma bit her lip, considering his offer. Her gut instinct was to decline because it would seem too much like a date, but her practical side said it was logical for them to make the twenty minute drive together.

She knew he was waiting for her answer and was probably having second thoughts about asking, since she was taking so long. “Um, sure, that would be fine,” she finally said. “I’ll text my address to you.”

“Okay, good. Shall we say ten o’clock? Will that give you enough time for Henry’s haircut?”

“Yeah. It only takes about twenty minutes, if that long. His barber is Jefferson and he’s pretty fast.”

“Liam recommended him and I had an appointment there a couple of weeks ago. He is fast, if a little…quirky.”

“Oh, you mean because he wears the top hat? I guess he’s trying to live up to the name of his shop.”

“Just naming his shop the Mad Hatter of Hair makes him sound a bit eccentric.”

Emma laughed. “He’s harmless, though. His daughter Grace is in Henry’s class and she’s very sweet. Jefferson is raising her by himself. His wife passed away before Grace started kindergarten.”

“How sad. Now I feel bad for judging him.”

“I wouldn’t say you were judging him, just making an accurate observation. I knew him before his wife died and he was every bit as quirky as he is now.”

They continued talking for another twenty minutes. Just like the day they met, the conversation didn’t lag at all as they transitioned easily from one subject to another. Before they ended the call, Killian asked if it would be alright to call her again later in the week and she agreed without hesitation.

Lying in bed that night, Emma smiled dreamily as she replayed their conversation in her mind. She may be venturing into self-imposed forbidden territory ever since Henry’s father abandoned her, but Killian Jones intrigued her and she couldn’t find it within herself to care.

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Killian called Emma four more times over the next two weeks. Their conversations lasted longer each time, until they spent over an hour talking and laughing on Thursday, before their scheduled outing.

He suggested that they take Norman back to Storybrooke’s nature preserve after picking him up, which she thought was a great idea. She mentioned that she and Henry spent quite a bit of time there during the summer, hiking the trails and wading in the creek. Despite intending to visit, Killian hadn’t been able to get there yet and was happy to know his first time would be with Emma, Henry and Norman.

Saturday morning found him taking more time than usual to get ready. He chided himself for being a bit vain, but wanted to make the extra effort for the lovely lady Swan. If things went well, he was planning to ask her out on a proper date.

He had confided his intention to Belle, hoping she would give him advice about where to take Emma, should she agree. Not only did his future sister-in-law present him with recommendations, she also mentioned that she would be happy to watch Henry, and was sure Liam would, too.

Once Killian was satisfied with his appearance, he tried to occupy himself until it was time to drive to Emma and Henry’s house. After going online and paying some bills, washing the few dishes in the sink and sorting his laundry, he still had about twenty minutes left.

His heart sank when he heard the notification for an incoming text, thinking it might be Emma cancelling their plans. He was relieved, then a little apprehensive to see it was from his brother. Belle promised she wouldn’t say anything to Liam about his plans to ask Emma on a date, but they were an engaged couple and couples weren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other. Unfortunately, his former girlfriend hadn’t abided by that rule, since she kept one whopper of a secret from him.

L: Any plans for this afternoon, little brother?

Killian dropped his head back with a sigh. Not only did Liam insist on calling him that irritating moniker, now he had to explain that he did indeed have plans. He was sure he would have to answer questions about what they were and with whom, since he rarely did anything on the weekends.

K: Actually, I do.

L: Oh, really? What are you doing?

K: I’m renting Winston from the shelter again.

L: Great! Belle is working today. Would you mind if I came over to see the little guy?

Killian’s thumbs hovered over his screen, trying to decide how to tell his brother no without sounding rude. Even though Liam was acquainted with Emma, he tended to be over protective, and Killian didn’t want him giving her the third degree or making her feel uncomfortable. Plus, he selfishly wanted to spend time alone with her and Henry.

Glancing at the clock, he saw it was almost time for him to leave. Quickly, he typed a message he was hoping would appease Liam.

K: Sorry, not this time. Emma, Henry and I made plans to spend another day together with him.

As he pulled on his jacket, he heard another notification. Closing his eyes momentarily, he opened them to read Liam’s message, then released a relieved breath.

L: I hope the four of you have a good time, so I can see that look of happiness on your face again.

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“Henry, Killian’s here!” Emma announced, dropping the curtain after seeing his car pull up to the curb.

“Coming!” she heard him yell in response.

She quickly ducked into the bathroom and inspected her appearance in the mirror one more time. She hoped to make a better impression on Killian by applying light makeup and pulling her hair back into a neat ponytail. Her outfit was simple - jeans, sneakers, her favorite light blue blouse, and red leather jacket.

The doorbell rang as she re-entered the living room, but before she could get to the door, Henry sped past her to pull it open. “Hey, Killian!” he said excitedly.

“Hello, lad,” Killian answered, then shifted his eyes from Henry to Emma. She saw him swallow before giving her one of his winning smiles. “Good morning, Emma.”

“Hi, Killian. You’re right on time.”

“Not being prompt is bad form, Swan.” Looking at Henry again, he stated, “Your haircut makes you look a bit older.”

Henry reached up to run both hands along the sides of his head. “Do you really think so?”

“Aye, at least a year or two.”

“Please don’t say that,” Emma said, handing Henry his jacket. “He’s growing up way too fast as it is.”

During the drive to the shelter, Henry talked about one thing after another. Emma wondered if Killian would tire of her son’s constant chatter, but his questions at regular intervals proved he was fully engaged in what Henry had to say.

Meanwhile, she spent the time admiring the man beside her. He was dressed in dark, stonewashed jeans, an army green button-down shirt, and the same black leather jacket he wore the first time they met. His scruff was neatly trimmed and his dark hair artfully combed. His rich laugh at some of Henry’s comments was a sound she was sure she would never get tired of hearing.

When they entered the shelter, David gave them a smug smile that Emma tried to ignore. She knew he was probably patting himself on the back for his matchmaking, but she really didn’t mind, because meeting Killian was, so far, a positive experience.

Norman was extremely excited to see them again, and after everyone got into the car, they were on their way back to Storybrooke. Henry was preoccupied with Norman in the back seat, so the adults finally had a chance to chat with each other. Their conversation was as free-flowing as it had been every other time they spoke in the past two weeks. Emma had never met anyone so easy to talk to, and wondered if it was because their backgrounds were so similar.

During their earlier phone conversations, she learned his father had abandoned his family when Killian and Liam were little, leaving their mother to raise them alone. She shared how she was abandoned at a fire station baby box when she was less than a week old, and had never been adopted. They both had been in situations where they were deceived and misled by the person they loved. Emma came to realize that being able to empathize with someone else made it easier to connect with them, just as she had with Killian.

The crisp autumn weather was perfect for hiking at the nature preserve. They explored all of the available paths and walked along the shores of the creek. The water was too chilly for wading, but Norman enjoyed splashing in now and then when he spotted a particularly intriguing leaf, bug or stick.

After hiking for a couple of hours, they took a break to drink Gatorade and snack on protein bars, thoughtfully packed by Killian. He also had treats for Norman, which Henry used to try and teach the dog again how to sit on command.

They stayed until the last possible minute before getting into the car for the drive back to the shelter. No one spoke for several miles, until Henry finally said, “I really wish we didn’t have to take Norman back there. He’s always so sad. Why can’t we just adopt him, Mom?”

Emma glanced over at Killian, who met her eyes for a second before directing his back to the road. “I wish we could, but it wouldn’t really be fair to Norman. We’re both gone all day and he would have to be penned up that whole time.”

“But he loves us and we love him!” Henry exclaimed. “Ernie didn’t have to be penned up and he was fine during the day.”

Emma turned to look at her son. “I know, kid, but it was easy with Ernie. He was with us for several years and was older. Norman is young and full of energy, so he’s going to need a lot more attention and training. I wouldn’t trust him being in the house all day by himself.”

Henry heaved a huge sigh. “Okay.”

They were all silent for the rest of the drive. Emma saw Killian look at her out of the corner of his eye once in a while, but they didn’t carry on a conversation. She spent the time thinking about the practicality of adopting Norman, but knew she would have to stick to her guns, because it just wouldn’t be fair to the rambunctious dog to be cooped up all day.

When they reached the shelter and exited the car, Killian slowed Emma down by placing a hand on her arm, while Henry entered the building with Norman. “Emma, I’ve been giving it some thought and I have an idea, if you’re open to it.”

She shrugged slightly. “Sure, let’s hear it.”

“Perhaps, if you adopted Win-, er, Norman, I could keep him during the day while you’re at work and school. I could pick him up in the morning before you leave and drop him off after you get home.”

“Sort of like shared custody or dog sitting?” she asked, turning to face him.

He chuckled. “Aye, something like that, I suppose.”

“I don’t know, Killian. That seems like a pretty big commitment between people who barely know each other. You’re not even sure you’re going to stay in Storybrooke.”

He scratched behind his ear. “If I move, it won’t be for a while, since I signed a six month lease on my apartment. That would give us time to train the dog. I know we’ve just met, but I…I’ve enjoyed getting to know you and your boy. I’m hoping this is just the beginning of our friendship.”

Emma stuck her hands in the back pocket of her jeans and rocked back on her heels. “I hope so, too, but I’m still not sure about the arrangement you’re suggesting.”

“I completely understand,” he said, then paused before asking, “Are you counting it out altogether, or will you consider it?”

She pulled her lip between her teeth in thought for a few seconds. “I’ll consider it,” she finally answered.

He gave her a small smile, then moved to open the door for her.

They went inside to see Henry sitting cross-legged on the floor with Norman, the dog’s head resting on his leg. David was listening to the boy give him a detailed description of their day at the nature preserve and looked up to give them a big grin. “Sounds like you had quite the adventure today.”

“Aye, we all had quite a workout,” Killian responded. “It’s quite a lovely place.”

“Yeah, we’re lucky to have it in Storybrooke,” David said. “Mary Margaret takes her class there on a field trip every year.”

Henry’s head whipped around. “Mrs. Nolan didn’t take our class!”

“It’s early in the school year,” Emma said. “I’m sure she’ll take you sometime.”

“They usually go in the spring,” David explained, as he walked around the end of the counter. “Are you ready for me to take Norman?”

“No,” Henry said, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the dog’s neck.

The three adults exchanged understanding looks. They gave the boy a couple more minutes, before Emma picked up the end of the leash and put her hand on Henry’s head. “It’s time to say goodbye to him, kid.”

Henry drew back to look at Norman. “Goodbye, boy. I’m gonna miss you.” He kissed the dog on top of the head and rubbed his ears.

Emma reached down to pet the dog, then handed the leash to David. Killian stood beside her to pat Norman, too, telling him to be a good boy.

David bid them all goodbye, then headed to the back with the dog reluctantly following him. Henry looked up at Emma from where he still sat on the floor. “Mom…”

“Henry, don’t say it. I already told you why it’s not a good idea to adopt him right now.”

“Right now? Does that mean we can adopt him later?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Emma replied, giving him her patented ‘don’t push it’ look. “Let’s go, kid.”

With a long-suffering sigh, Henry pushed himself to his feet and followed her out the door Killian was holding open. Once they were in the car and on their way to Storybrooke, Killian asked, “Would you, um, would the two of you like to get a late lunch at Granny’s, when we get back?”

“What do you think, Henry?” Emma threw over her shoulder.

He turned from where he had been glumly staring out the window. “Can I get a cheeseburger and fries?”

“Sure.”

“And a chocolate milkshake?” When his mom didn’t answer immediately, he added, “Please? It’ll make me less sad about Norman.”

Killian chuckled lowly as Emma rolled her eyes, muttering, “I’m raising a con artist.”

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Killian mentally kicked himself the whole way back into town. What was he thinking, asking Emma to agree to what was basically a long term commitment? He probably ruined his chance for asking her out on a date, too. He was sure she would think he was coming on too strong, if he did.

At least she agreed to have lunch with him. Hopefully, she would also allow him to continue calling her. Those phone calls and the texts they shared were always the highlight of his week.

As much as he enjoyed his time with Emma, having Henry with them made it even better. Killian hadn’t had a lot of interaction with children, but it was easy being around Emma’s son. He was bright, articulate and funny - very much like his mother. He was also respectful and well-mannered.

On the day they met, Emma confided to him that she was afraid she was making a lot of mistakes as a single mom, who never had a mother of her own to set an example, but he strongly disagreed. She wasn’t perfect - no parent was, but Henry seemed to be well-adjusted and confident, so she was obviously doing many things right.

Killian saw how much Henry loved the dog and wished he could help make the boy’s desire to adopt him come true, which is why he made the offer. He had come to love the furry little rascal, too, and would seriously consider adopting Norman himself. He just didn’t know if he could take the dog with him if he decided to move away from Storybrooke.

He pulled up in front of Granny’s, cut the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, as he heard Emma and Henry do the same. Typical of a young boy, Henry took off running and was already skipping up the steps to the front door by the time Killian reached Emma’s side.

“He’s pretty excited,” Emma explained. “Eating out is kind of a treat because we don’t do it very often.”

“I hope I wasn’t out of line for asking,” Killian said.

“No, not at all. It really perked him up.”

Killian halted at the bottom of the steps, causing Emma to stop and look at him. “I also hope I didn’t upset you by making the offer to watch Norman.”

“You didn’t,” she assured him. “I’m definitely going to think about it. I really miss having a dog around, too. I just have to weigh all the pros and cons.”

He smiled and nodded his understanding, then bounded up the steps to open the door. Henry was at the counter talking animatedly to Ruby, who looked up and gaped at Emma in surprise.

“Hey, girl! I didn’t realize you knew the very handsome new guy in town!”

Killian could feel his ears turning red, when Emma glanced at him before replying. “Hi, Ruby. Actually, we met by accident a couple of weeks ago.”

“By accident, huh? Did you hit him with your car or something?”

“Nothing like that. We were both renting the same dog at the animal shelter.”

“Was seeing him today another accident?”

Emma put her hands on her hips. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. It was planned this time.”

Killian wasn’t sure he had ever seen such a wide grin on the waitress’s face. They all gave Ruby their drink order, then Emma ushered Henry to a booth and Killian slid in across from them.

“Are you getting lasagna?” she asked.

“I think I’m going to try the grilled cheese and onion rings. Someone recommended them to me,” he smirked.

“Very intelligent person,” Emma grinned.

“Aye, that she is.”

Ruby arrived at their table with their drinks and Henry’s milkshake. She gave Emma and Killian another broad smile when she took down their identical orders. “His and hers grilled cheeses, huh? Maybe there’s some truth to the saying that couples begin to eat alike.”

Emma sighed and rolled her eyes. “I think the saying is that couples start to look alike, and we aren’t a couple. We’re just friends.”

“I see,” Ruby said, glancing at Henry, who was busy spooning the thick milkshake into his mouth. “Well, they do say there are benefits to being friends.” She gave them an exaggerated wink, then turned and made her way to the kitchen.

“Ruby isn’t exactly the epitome of subtlety,” Emma said, a blush filling her cheeks with color.

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“It was nice of Killian to take us to Granny’s today,” Henry said, as he was climbing into bed that night.

“Yes, it was. I was very proud of you for remembering to thank him without needing a reminder.”

“Thanks for letting me get a milkshake, even if it didn’t make me stop feeling sad about not being able to adopt Norman.”

Emma tucked the covers around his shoulders. “I know, but try not to think about it.”

“I can’t,” Henry pouted. “He’s probably crying himself to sleep tonight.”

“I think he’s probably going to sleep remembering all of the fun we had today.”

Henry stubbornly shook his head. “Nuh-uh. He’s wondering why we didn’t bring him home with us.”

“Henry,” Emma sighed, “I know you’re sad, but we just can’t…”

“I know,” he interrupted, “you keep saying it wouldn’t be fair for him to be alone all day, but he’s already alone at the shelter all day, except for Mr. Nolan, and at night, there’s nobody there at all.”

“There’s other dogs and cats…”

“That’s not the same. They’re all in cages by themselves. If we adopted him, he could sleep on my bed, like Ernie did.”

Knowing she was going around in circles with him, Emma reached over and picked up the book from his nightstand. “How about if you say your prayers after I read to you tonight?”

Heaving a dramatic sigh, he said, “Fine, but it’s not gonna make me forget about Norman.”

After reading to him for fifteen minutes, hearing his prayers - which mentioned Norman and Killian several times - and kissing him goodnight, she left his room. Heading into her own bedroom, she went through her nightly routine automatically, lost in thought.

Once she was in her pajamas, free of make-up and teeth brushed, she peeked in on her son to find him sound asleep. She made sure the front door was deadbolted, turned off the lights in the kitchen and living room and went back into her room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stared at the phone in her hand, mind racing.

Finally, she pulled up Killian’s contact and hit the call button.

She was almost ready to hang up after it rang four times, not wanting it to go to voicemail, when he answered. “Hello, Swan. I wasn’t expecting to talk to you again so soon.”

“I hope I’m not calling too late.”

“Not at all. What’s on your mind?”

“Henry was still upset about Norman before he went to sleep. I feel like I’m being selfish by not allowing him to get a dog.”

“Why do you feel that way?”

“Because one of my excuses is that a dog is a lot of work and would need training, which it would. I’m making it seem like all the work would fall on me. Now, I know Henry is only eight, but I think he’s pretty responsible for his age.”

“From what I’ve seen, I would agree with that,” Killian cut in.

“Thank you. Anyway, I think he would be able to help train and take care of the dog, so that excuse is out the window. The other big concern I had is that the dog would have to be home by himself all day, which brings me to the reason I’m calling. I’ve been seriously considering your offer, if it’s still on the table.”

“It is.”

“Are you sure that’s not asking too much of you? I mean, you’re home during the day, but you’re working. How would you be able to take care of him?”

“I’ve had him here with me a few times already and he makes himself right at home. He’s housebroken and doesn’t demand too much attention. If he starts getting restless, I take him outside and play with him for a while. That works with my schedule because I have to take breaks now and then, when I’ve been staring at the computer screen for too long.”

She blew out a long breath. “What if it turns out to be too big of a commitment? We’ve spent some time together and have done a lot of talking to get to know each other, but we’re still basically strangers.”

“Well actually…” Killian began, then paused for several moments before continuing, “I was hoping to have an opportunity to ask you something today, but the right moment never presented itself.”

Emma’s heart began to beat faster in anticipation of what she suspected he might ask. “What did you want to ask?”

“Would you, um…would you consider going out with me?”

Standing up to pace back and forth between her bed and dresser, she chewed her lip in contemplation. She could literally count how many dates she’d had since Henry’s birth on one hand. She only went on those dates to appease Ruby, who was convinced Emma’s Mr. Right was out there somewhere, but she hadn’t been attracted to any of the men.

She couldn’t say the same about Killian. From the time she laid eyes on him, she felt an attraction that only got stronger the more she got to know him. He seemed to be the total package - kind, intelligent, considerate, and insanely hot.

“What happens if we adopt Norman, then go out with each other and realize we’re not compatible?”

“If you adopt him, I would keep my commitment to help take care of him, even if we decide dating doesn’t work for us. You have my word, Emma.”

She came to a halt at the end of her bed and turned to face the mirror above her dresser. For eight years, Henry had been her number one priority and always would be, but maybe it was time for her to do something for herself. Could that something be going out with Killian Jones?

She was so deep in thought, she didn’t realize how long she had been standing there considering her answer. When Killian finally spoke, his quiet voice startled her. “What do you say, Swan?”

“Yes, Killian. I will go out with you.”

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[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

I'd love a part two of the Spirit story - maybe Aiden comes back because he realizes he doesn't want to leave her, and she tells him about Zeke. And maybe . . . maybe . . . he's not feeling great while they're talking (because of the junk food), but he manages to hold it together and comfort her, but then she finally realizes he's not feeling well and so she takes care of him? I could see him feeling guilty about it and her actually liking the distraction. But of course, whatever you want is great. But I'd love a part two of some sort.

Part 2!!!!!!!! Major fluff, folks😌!

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Birdie could remember the last time something like this happened.

It was in 10th grade, at the first major football game of the year against their rival school. The only reason they went was because Ash—Isaac’s older brother—was on the team and Isaac didn’t want to be alone in the stands.

That time, Spirit had left to clean her shirt in the bathroom after Amberlynn accidentally spilled some of her cherry slushie on her. Fifteen minutes later, when they were beginning to wonder what was taking Spirit so long, Birdie went to look for her. Eventually, they all started looking for her when Birdie realized she wasn’t near the bathrooms or anywhere near the game. After half an hour, Birdie and Keiko found her in a corner of the parking lot, scratched up and bruised and on the verge of passing out from not breathing in her panic.

It had happened before. The little teasing Zeke gave Spirit as kids started turning into harassment in middle school. And no teachers ever bothered to help, so Spirit eventually learned to stay quiet. She had heard far too often “boys will be boys” or “you can’t lash out at someone, especially if you don’t know what they’re dealing with at home” and other crap.

This time, Birdie had a feeling it would be the same. The only proof was Spirit’s word, so no one would bother to give Zeke any consequences. Just the thought pissed Birdie off.

“I can hear you thinking,” Spirit mumbled quietly.

Birdie looked down. Spirit had come to her room in the middle of the night, tears silently running down her face, woken up from a nightmare. Nightmares were rare for Spirit. The girl even insisted that she didn’t even have dreams when she slept. But Birdie knew well that a nightmare—especially one caused by Zeke—meant Spirit wouldn’t sleep at all that night.

So now they were both in Birdie’s bed. Birdie was sitting up with her back against her headboard, and Spirit’s head was on her lap while they watched ‘Avatar: The Last Airbender’ together on Birdie’s bedroom TV.

“I’m not thinking anything,” Birdie lied, playing with Spirit’s hair. She was braiding it, un-braiding it, making flower shapes with it, and just twisting it around her fingers.

After a minute, Spirit smiled a bit at the TV and asked, “Remember when I had a crush on Zuko in middle school?”

Birdie smiled a little bit as well as the happier—and funnier—memory came into her mind. “Yeah. You always insisted that you’d never date someone who wasn’t exactly like Zuko.”

Spirit’s small smile faded a little, and she turned to look up at Birdie. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you about Aiden. I wanted to, I promise.”

Birdie put a hand on Spirit’s back, rubbing softly. “You don’t have to apologize. Honestly, I wouldn’t have told me either. I mean, you dating someone? That’s way too big of a secret for me to keep to myself.”

Spirit smiled, some tension leaving her shoulders. She turned her head to look at the TV again. She didn’t say another word.

It wasn’t until six in the morning that Birdie noticed Spirit had fallen into a slightly fidgety sleep. Birdie turned the volume down on the TV at that time, continuing to play with Spirit’s hair. She decided she could sleep later, and she would stay up in case Spirit had any more nightmares. After years, this was a routine.

As long as Spirit needed her, she would be there and ready to help.

— — —

Getting a breakfast sandwich and a milkshake from McDonalds via DoorDash just before midnight was probably a dumb idea, Aiden realized when he woke up, knowing that he’d probably puke sometime that day. His stomach was already bloated.

Anxiety after the whole incident at the festival made him eat nearly all the snacks in his apartment. Fruit gummies? Two baggies left. Chocolate-covered pomegranate seeds? The bag was empty in the trash. A bag of bruschetta-flavored bagel chips? Gone.

And the McDonalds on top of that was a stupid decision. Not to mention how the Korean Corndog was still making his stomach all grumbly, even after he got home.

Suddenly, Aiden heard a ping from his phone. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and saw Spirit’s name above the message.

Eyes widening, he opened it, reading the four words she sent: ‘Can you come over?’

He instantly responded, regardless of how nauseous he felt, agreeing.

Then she sent her location, and he all but jumped up from his couch to get dressed since he was only in boxers. He put on some jeans and a black t-shirt, put on his glasses, didn’t bother even checking his hair, and made his way out the door with socks and sandals on his feet.

The address is the one he’d picked her up from a few times during the summer break. He’d never actually entered the building though.

He checked his phone again once he got out of the car and saw an apartment number and the words ‘Look for the flowers’.

Aiden made his way through the building, and eventually wound up on a floor that smelled floral and pleasant. The door wasn’t hard to spot, with flowers on either side of it. He knocked, and a familiar short girl answered it.

“Hey,” Birdie said. Her braids were all bunched up in a thick ponytail. “Come in.”

Birdie let him step inside, and the floral smell increased tenfold. The many plants and candles he saw were likely the reason.

“She’s in here,” Birdie said, leading him to a room. She turned and looked at him. “Go ahead in. I’ll be in my room.” And with that, she turned to a different door and went inside, shutting it.

Aiden took a deep breath before grabbing the handle and letting himself inside.

Spirit was sitting on the bed, legs cris-crossed, on her phone with headphones on. She looked up at him, and her eyes widened. “Hey,” she said, her voice soft, taking her headphones off.

Aiden couldn’t help the relieved smile that spread on his face. “Hey,” he said back, making his way over and sitting on the edge of the bed, turned to face her. “How’re you doing?”

Spirit shrugged. “Better,” she answered. “I’m sorry about all of that.”

Aiden shook his head, scooting closer and putting a hand on Spirit’s knee. “You don’t have anything to be sorry about. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

Spirit shook her head, looking away from him and down at her lap. “It was my fault. I knew better than to go anywhere with that asshole.”

Aiden felt his stomach twist. “He’s the same guy you fought after I wound up in the hospital a few months ago, right? Isaac said his name is Zeke, and I think I remember that name from then.”

Spirit didn’t look up, but the pinch of her brow and the slight nod of her head told him he was right.

“Can you tell me?” Aiden asked, reaching for and gently touching her wrist. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m just curious.”

Spirit said nothing, and Aiden was about to drop it when Spirit suddenly opened her mouth.

“I’ve known Zeke since elementary school,” she admitted quietly. “He always used to get in trouble, and he got even worse as we got older. I spent time with him because. . . I guess, it was my stupid way of coping since my life was so crappy.”

Aiden’s brows creased. “Crappy how?”

Spirit’s lips pinched into a thin line. She still wouldn’t look at him. After a long moment of hesitation, she said in a small voice, “My dad died when I was little, and my mom was gone so often that I basically raised myself. When I was ten, she started to only pay for bills and stuff, so I had to start working to buy myself things and food. Some people in our cruddy neighborhood did secret fights and bet on winners, so Zeke started showing me how to fight so I could make the extra cash. And we became regulars at those fights for years.”

Aiden had no idea what to say. It sounded like a tragic backstory that a movie character would have.

“I always hated Zeke,” she said, “but I spent time with him anyway. The first time I got drunk was at his house when I was twelve. After that, he’d always sneak me a flask at school when he could tell I was stressed. And no matter how many times my friends tried to get me away from him, I always went back when something pissed me off or upset me or whatever. It was like a bad habit I couldn’t break. And I didn’t go back because he’d comfort me or anything—in fact, he’d usually laugh if I ever cried—but he taught me how to numb my feelings.”

Aiden noticed her eyes starting to fill with tears, and he scooted a little closer, moving the hand on her wrist to grab hers, squeezing softly. She looked up at him, her dark eyes shiny with unshed tears. “He hurt me a lot growing up,” she forced out, her voice cracking. “Just like yesterday.”

Feeling close to tears himself, Aiden asked softly, “Can I hug you?”

Spirit looked a little surprised that he even asked, but she nodded, and Aiden wrapped her up in a warm embrace. She rested her head against his chest, and he started to feel her shake a little with sobs she was trying to suppress.

Outside the room, Aiden heard a door open and shut, but he didn’t care. All that mattered then and there was Spirit.

Eventually, Spirit pulled away, wiping her eyes with the sleeves of the red hoodie she was wearing. “Sorry about that,” she mumbled. “Sorry for just trauma-dumping on you like that.”

“Don’t apologize,” Aiden said instantly, hands grabbing her shoulders gently. “Don’t ever apologize for sharing stuff like that with me. I’m here for you.”

She met his eyes and couldn’t help but smile a little at him. “Thank you.”

Spirit eventually led Aiden out of the room and to the living room, checking her phone. “Birdie went to the store,” she said, reading a message. Aiden realized that’s why he heard a door open and close.

“Wanna watch TV? Birdie bot a shit-ton of popcorn the other day.”

The second Spirit mentioned the popcorn, Aiden was reminded of his poor food choices the previous night, and he almost shuddered at the nauseating thought of adding popcorn to that mess in his gut.

But before Aiden could make the excuse that he wasn’t hungry, Spirit was already in the kitchen, pulling a bag of popcorn out of the pantry to put in the microwave.

His stomach let out an unhappy growl just at the thought, and he could feel something tickling the back of his throat. He felt a little dizzy.

“Um. . . Where’s the bathroom?” he asked.

“Oh, I’ll show you,” Spirit said once the microwave was going, and she half-jogged out of the kitchen to walk Aiden over to the bathroom.

“Thanks,” he said, knowing what was about to happen.

“No problem,” Spirit said, already looking better than she had earlier. “You can use one of those small towels to dry your hands.”

Aiden smiled, nodded, and shut the door. Instead of sitting on the toilet, he crouched in front of it with a grimace. He wished his body had decided to do this in the morning before he came.

He could hear the sound of popping, and the scent of butter filled the whole apartment somehow, making him gag. After a few more gags, his stomach leaped and a thick stream of sick splattered in the toilet. He groaned, still feeling nauseous but a little bit better. He was grateful he wasn’t a super loud puker. . . but the sick burp that snuck up on him wasn’t too quiet.

He vomited one more time, and let out a sigh of relief as the pain in his stomach subsided a bit.

He flushed, got up, and went to rinse his mouth out in the sink. When he made his way out, Spirit was in the living room with a bowl of popcorn, flipping through movies on the TV.

“You like Spiderman, right? Wanna watch—” she turned to look at him, only to frown slightly at his paleness. “Are you okay?”

He nodded, moving around the couch and sitting beside her. “Yeah. My stomach just decided to be a bitch.”

Spirit frowned deeper. “Do you want Tums or something?”

He shook his head, smiling reassuringly. “I’m fine,” he said, not completely lying but also not telling the truth.

After a bit more concerned prodding, Spirit focused on putting on the movie. She leaned against Aiden’s shoulder—something that had become a habit after all of their movie dates— and he responded by hugging her to his side.

His stomach felt better, but it still gurgled a bit, and he couldn’t help but smile when one of Spirit’s hands moved behind his back, going around him and resting on his stomach, rubbing softly.

Smiling, he couldn’t resist pressing a small kiss to the top of her head.

Spirit whispered, “Thank you for being here.”

“It’s what boyfriends do,” Aiden responded, feeling a little giddy just calling himself Spirit’s boyfriend.

Spirit began to relax, smiling while watching the movie and getting lost in the motion of rubbing Aiden’s stomach. Just being with him, close to him, made her feel safe and forget about the bad in her mind.

“I’m happy I’m your girlfriend,” she whispered, blushing furiously from saying the words aloud.

But Aiden only chuckled a little, kissing the top of her head one more time. “Me too.”

[ye4gerism]

Bachelorette season is starting up again! Y/N L/N is the new stunning face of the Bachelorette and so far the viewers feel that she’s favorable.

Of course, the honeymoon phase of the show will decrease episode by episode and someone is bound to crack really soon.

INTO THE LIVES OF THE BOYS: exclusive interviews with the eight remaining contestants

“What are you looking for in a partner?”

COLT GRICE: i’m honestly looking for someone who is willing to go through the ups and downs of life with me. i know that sounds basic but trust me, i know what it’s like to watch a marriage fall apart because one person wasn’t committed enough.

EREN YEAGER: you know, when i think of a partner, i think of someone i can jump out of a plane with. my partner and i should be able to feel the “breeze” of marriage and overcome everything together

“Do you have any past relationships?”

OYANKOPON: who hasn’t? i hope this isn’t some sort of trick question. there was a person i thought i’d marry but an unforeseen event helped me understand that they weren’t for me.

JEAN KIRSTEIN: oh yeah…too many. i was kind of a player in high school and i screwed around a lot in college but as i’ve gotten older, i realized that i want a family and a future.

“Eren you and Zeke look oddly alike. Why is that?”

EREN YEAGER: really? that blonde mop? i don’t really see it.

“What is your guilty pleasure?”

ARMIN ARLERT: i’m sort of into conspiracy theories. sometimes i feel bad because as bizarre as some are, they’re kind of believable.

PORCO GALLIARD: i won’t lie; i love ordering in. i eat healthy and everything yes but, boy, don’t i love sitting on my couch on a friday night and eating my favorite that just got delivered to me.

“How do you like to spend your free time?

CONNIE SPRINGER: i personally love spending time with my two younger siblings. i love living life through them.

REINER BRAUN: my niece is the funniest person i know. since the moment she was born, she’s brought a smile to my face. i love spending my free time with her!

A LITTLE BIRDIE TOLD ME…: dirt on the cast

“Rumor has it one of the contestants has a wife.”

We wouldn’t be surprised. 10 handsome men enter the show and none of them are married? That’s a little suspicious don’t you think? Colt and Reiner are definitely hubby material.

“Eren is passed around like a football 😞”

With those green eyes, the ladies are probably all over him…and he’s probably all over them too. You didn’t hear it from us though.”

“Jean and Eren don‘t get along”

An insider told us the two were throwing looks at each other. It probably has something to do with Eren stealing Jean’s girlfriend in highschool.

“I heard that jean and eren went to high school tg and that eren stole jean’s long term gf”

What did we say?

“Zeke has a crush on Y/N”

we have a crush on y/n too!

“Zeke has daddy kink”

Oh!😀

“I heard y/n f*cked zeke to get on the show”

Are we talking about the right Zeke?

“yn is just gonna be playing all the guys, she's there for vibes”

We love a good feminist! Why be on a show for marriage when you can be a show to play men? We love it.

That’s all for now! Tune in next week for more juicy details!

i didn’t hit all questions but i will use them next week’s post! some of these answers made me laugh lmao😭 imagine zeke falling for you (UNLESS👁️). i’ll definitely incorporate some of these rumors into the story :). i also forgot to introduce hitch and pieck, so i’ll try and integrate them into the next few chapters!

if you would like to vote again, press here. you don’t have to answer the written answer questions if you have already! just let me know that you’ve already answered! i’ll probably close the poll tmrw so i can finish up the chapter :)

tysm again for reading the bachelorette!

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[luxesiren]

HELLO! You're literally one of the best writers that I've found here on tumblr, you write Eren so good😭, Idk if you're accepting any requests ATM if you're not, just ignore this🙇🏻‍♀️ BUT I HAVE THIS UH THOUGHT, college student Eren x reader likeeeeee Eren is chasing after reader, (Zeke's best friend, they're both also in college) that's all, iloveoyyou

hi!! omg thank you! i think there are better writer’s out here but thank you so much! i am accepting requests, i just haven’t gotten any but i can do this for you! hope you enjoy!

warnings; black reader, thick/chubby reader, uses she/her pronouns, third person POV, mutual pining, heavy kissing, and fluff.

eren had been obsessed with his brother's best friend for as long as he could remember and at first, he thought it was just a crush that would just go away but as time went on and his crush didn't lessen - he just let it build up.

she didn't know that he had a crush on her but he couldn't but stumble over his words whenever he was around her or try to act cool because he wanted to impress her.

"zeke, please. at least introduce me to her." eren pleaded with his older brother for the umpteenth time this week and zeke was growing tired of his begging, "i will leave you alone after this, i promise."

"eren, please. you said that last time and plus, how do you know that she even wants to get to know you." zeke said, rolling his eyes at his younger brother's antics.

see, zeke didn't know if he really wanted to introduce his best friend to his brother. his best friend (in his opinion) was out of eren's league. he could remember the first time they met and eren was a nervous wreck, at the time, it was hilarious but looking back at it, eren was really infatuated with her. "okay, i'll let you meet her and get to know her but don't fuck this up. she's a nice girl and deserves to treated as such." he advised his brother.

eren cheered internally.

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a few weeks went by and eren found himself in front his brother's best friend and stumbling over his words again. "shit. i'm sorry, that was bad. i'm eren."

her laugh was light and airy, "eren, i know who you are. you're zeke's little brother."

"wait, you know me?" he asked with a smirk, confidence coming in and making her blush and he liked how it looked on her cheeks. he observed her appearance, her natural hair out and curly - she had her hair in a high puff and eren loved it. her shirt baggy and her tan cargos hugged her thighs beautifully, eren couldn't have been more obsessed with her.

"yeah of course i do." she replied with a beaming smile, eren snapped out of his thoughts and smirked. "how could i not remember someone who's been chasing after me?"

"i- uh i dont know, what-" he stuttered.

and there was that laugh again, "no, it's cute." she said with a soft smile and looked at her watch, "i've gotta get to my next class but here." she scribbled her phone number down on a small piece of paper and handed it to him with a wink.

he was joyous.

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eren's crush on her had only grown more within the few weeks they got to know each other more. he walked her to class every day and spent his free period with her, taking her to get coffee and to study more for their tests.

she'd grown to like eren more too, albeit, she had a major crush on him too. she enjoyed their time together and she cared for her best friend's little brother in ways that she couldn't really explain. he took her on various dates, sometimes they were lowkey and others were more extravagant but she enjoyed all of them regardless, but the ones she enjoyed the most were the ones where they relaxed and watched tv shows together.

like the one they were on right now, although the show they were watching was background noise seeing as her hands were trailing up eren's chest underneath his shirt, their lips locked, and eren on top of her.

their tongues tangled together and he swallowed all of her small moans, eren's hands wrapped around her waist and pulling her closer to his chest. "baby, you wanna be my girlfriend?" he said as he pulled away from her lips, her gloss smeared on his lips.

"you didn't even have to ask. of course, i will, ren!" she answered excitedly, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him back into a kiss just in time for zeke to walk into eren's room.

"seriously? i did not need to see you locking lips with my little brother." his disgust evident.

"who walked in without knocking?" she asked before eren could say something, he looked at zeke with a smug grin and his eyebrow raised.

zeke nodded and walked out the room, closing the door behind him.

i hope this was what you expected😭! thank you for sending the request, i appreciate you!!

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thingies about gortash from a big post i deleted but still wanted to keep somewhere

challenges in relationships?

considering the fact that i believe that gortash never cared for making genuine “friends” or staying in a relationship that wasn’t entirely manipulative and a tool to further his goals, this is a hard one for him. this is gonna be awful but i’d say the biggest challenge for him would be enduring spending his precious time with lesser creatures. i’ve said this before as a joke (‘allophobic gortash’ lol) but i think he has an especially low opinion of people like jannath who let themselves be used by him to sate their carnal lust. i have this sentence of his in my head ‘i do not concern myself with the perversions of lesser filth’ that describes his feelings on this pretty well. he still goes through with it of course, as he’d do anything if he deems it necessary, but i’d say that this is his biggest challenge in those relationships—so yeah how does he overcome it? his ambition lol. he sees what use someone could be to him and he will use them until they aren’t needed anymore.

do they believe in love at first sight? does physical attraction play a part?

i think from my “what zeke and i experience is greater than those foolish emotions these inferiors experience and cannot be described as love or hate or with any language created by mortals” posts you can tell that gortash has a very detached view of love. it’s not something that he experiences. maybe something like ‘love at first sight’ does exist for the cattle, but he does not concern himself with the concept any further. utterly beneath him. as for the second part of the question, i don't think gortash is 'attracted' to anyone, especially physical appearance wise, so no.

views on his own body

gortash views his body in very peculiar way i’d say. actual beauty standards don’t mean shit to him. like, said this before, but i don’t think all those posters of him in the game look different because he is vain and insecure about his advanced age, he’s just aware of the general public more likely leaning towards someone who’s 20, 30 years younger than he is. again, he will do what’s necessary and so on, but he’s not a fan of it by any means. if anything, he’s proud of his age, the signs of decades of long, hard work for the city. he views his body as it is as mainly another tool in his arsenal to use. (which is also why the only ‘problem’ he has with aging is a general decline of health, though he will do everything to prevent that as much as possible) but also. i think according to him the ‘correct’ way to look at his body is as if you’d look at something like an ancient religious mural. endless reverence rooted in endless fear of the divine. (and of course the only one who ever really does meet these expectations is zeke, if unwillingly :/)