#and her reaction to annie asking for a drink

[supemaeve]

All right. You want her, you got her. She's your responsibility now. I just hope you're right about her, for both your sakes.

#the boys #queen maeve #annie january #starlight #maeveannie #I miss having them here #and I love this scene #don't think i will gif part 2 though it's too long #but i love this #i love when maeve talks like she's never interacted with another human being #and her reaction to annie asking for a drink #my gifs #maeve #annie

[levilxvr]

who confessed first?

ft. levi, armin, mikasa, annie, hange x gn!reader

cw: fluff, none else that i can think of tbh

levi

you confessed first

He thinks about you every night, replaying little scenarios of your interactions in his head to feed his bedtime thoughts. Everyone knows he’s got a soft spot for you, and erwin has been telling him to grow some balls and tell you how he feels.

But one night you’re on the rooftop of hq with him, spending some time alone. It’s become one of your favourite nightly escapes, catching up and discussing each others’ worries in the dead of night. But this time was different. He was complimenting the way you look under the moonlight, fingers absentmindedly trailing through your hair. You let out a small giggle and his heart warms. God, even your laugh is so perfect.

“you know levi, I kinda like you.”

“oh?” He’s honestly not surprised, but a small part of him felt as if maybe you wouldn’t feel the same.

“hm.. good thing I’ve got a thing for you too, then.” One of his rare smiles forms on his lips and he pulls you in, stealing a quick kiss on the top of your head.

armin

he confessed first

Armin was a little drunk when he confessed, it was after a dinner party during the trip to Marley. Eren accidentally made him drink too much and you took him back to the hotel so he could rest, but he ended up clinging on tight to you, begging you to stay. Of course you agreed, and seconds later he just kinda spilled the beans in his intoxicated state.

“I.. hic- I love you.. love you so much..”

At first you tried to brush it off, thinking he didn’t really mean it since he was all drunk and blushing. But the next morning when you guys wake up you ask if he remembered what happened the night before.

“I really did mean it when I said I love you.”

The smile you return is enough for him to know you reciprocate his feelings. And armin has never been happier in his life.

mikasa

you confessed first

ok she kinda dragged it out of you lol. She caught feelings the moment her gaze landed on you, but never wanted to confess because of the fear that you’d turn her down. But over the weeks she started to get subtle hints that you like her too. Sasha keeps encouraging her to make a move but poor girl feels like she’s just being delusional HSJSFD

One day you’re alone in the gym with her, doing your daily morning workouts together as usual. She catches you eyeing her every now and then, especially while she’s doing her sit ups. It feels like your gaze is burning right through her and she can’t contain herself anymore.

“do you like me?” she randomly blurts out the question and you’re caught off guard. “I mean, it’s a safe question, I just need you to answer honestly.”

“yeah..” You turn away to avoid seeing her reaction.

“hey,” mikasa’s hand cups your cheek and turns your face back to her. “I like you. a lot. And I enjoy hanging out with you, I just wanted to be sure cuz, y’know.”

And just like that, the hard part is over and now she can finally make all her dreams come true.

annie

she confessed first

Annie isn’t one to catch feelings that easily. She prefers to keep herself reserved and unknown to the rest of the world, but every time she sees you walk by there’s this strange sensation she can’t seem to ignore.

It’s late at night and you’re lazing around in your room when you hear a knock on the door.

“I.. need to talk to you about something.” Her cheeks begin to heat up and the blood rushing to her face gives you a hint of what’s on her mind.

“You can tell me anything, annie.” You take her hands gently and she doesn’t let go.

“Every time I see you or hear your voice, there’s this.. feeling I can’t seem to put my finger on.”

“love?”

she nods. Love, thats right. She’s in love. You brush the hair out of her pretty blue eyes and squeeze her hands. When you tell her you’ve got feelings for her too, it feels as if a weight has been lifted off her shoulders and she can finally be at peace.

hange

they confessed first

It was a really unplanned, random setting. You were in hange’s lab helping to conduct an experiment with flowers and slime. You’re wearing their lab coat and goggles, standing by the side as you hold up the little glass vile of slime. The fascinated look on your face makes hange smile. You look adorable in that coat, gazing in awe at the sample they picked up earlier.

They move closer and ruffle your hair, hand lingering for just a little longer than necessary.

“you’re so cute.” Hange laughs, taking the tube from your hand and emptying it over the bowl of crushed flowers. Your heart skips a beat and you avert your gaze.

“really?”

“come on, of course you are, always! Why do you think I like having you in the lab with me?” Hange gives you a side hug and you return it, leaning your head against their shoulder.

“oh, and by the way, I mean I like like you.” they wink and go back to stirring the mixture on the table as if nothing happened.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fluff #levi x reader fluff #armin arlert fluff #armin arlert x reader #mikasa fluff #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa x reader #annie leonhardt x reader #annie leonhardt headcanons #annie x reader #hange fluff #hange x reader #aot headcanons

[cod-dump]

Soap is everyone's partner best friend and it drives people and because he's super clingy about it. There's no place for Price to sleep in his own bed because Soap took his place between Nik and Phil and they let him because "he was tired and sad". Gaz came back from a mission and thought he will spend time with Roach but he can' t because Soap's already laying head on his lap, talking about whatever bullshit they're at now and Roach seems content enough about it. Laswell threatened to take every single phone in a base to her office because she can't ever call her wife because Soap's always on a phone with her with new rumors. Alejandro has to actually wait for his turns to dance with Rudy whenever Soap's around because he Rudy lets Soap steal him with a smile.

Price was starting to wish Soap and Graves never made up considering how the sergeant was always with him or Nik when Price had free time. He just wanted to relax with his boyfriend and husband but Soap was already wedged between them, a movie playing. Price had to wait for the movie to end just so he could cuddle his partners since Soap refused to leave without finishing the movie.

Gaz didn't think Soap hanging out with Roach was a problem until he came back to base after a long mission. He just finished debriefing everything that happened, showered and ate, and he just wanted to spend time with his boyfriend... Which he didn't get to do because Soap and Roach were reading some comics together. Gaz went to bed annoyed and frankly upset he didn't get to spend time with Roach after missing him for months.

Laswell originally had no issues with any of her boys having Annie's phone number. She was 'Homey Mom', which countered Laswell's 'Stern Mom'. But she started having a problem when never seemed to be able to talk to her wife while away from home because Soap was always on the damn phone with her. Laswell had so many messages from Annie telling her she was already on the phone with Johnny and couldn't talk at the moment.

Alejandro was already pretty touchy and generally jealous over Rudy. That was his amazing husband, his soulmate, the light of his existence, and fucking Soap was stealing all his attention! Alejandro was fuming when he saw them dancing at the bar, Rudy laughing as Soap twirled him around. Took a few Los Vaqueros to keep him from doing anything that he would've regretted.

It annoyed them all, bothered a couple. It was Alejandro who found a solution to it, being beyond angry with Soap for stealing all his husband’s attention. Soap had held Rudy’s hand for the last time because Alejandro went on the offensive.

As Soap leaned against Rudy, too close for Alejandro’s comfort, he would notice Ghost walk into the room. He sat up straight and went to call out to him, but then Alejandro swooped in from behind and wrapped his arms Ghost’s waist, resting his head on the man’s shoulder and grinning broadly. Soap just stared as Ghost and Alejandro talked. Everyone noticed Soap’s reaction, so, they naturally followed Alejandro’s lead.

And now Soap get almost no time with Ghost.

“Sorry, Johnny, Captain wants to go out drinking. No, you can’t tag along, it’s a high end club and he didn’t call ahead with a third wheel in mind.”

“Busy, Johnny. Kyle and I are going on a hike. You and Roach were suppose to go to that movie, why are you asking?"

“Laswell needs me for a few hours. Oh, you’ve been talking on the phone all day, you won’t even miss me.”

“No, I can’t. Alejandro is taking me out to eat. Some, what did he call it, five star restaurant? Supposedly good food but it’s expensive. I’m not missing out on that!”

Soap was finally getting a taste of his own medicine. And, unfortunately for him, Ghost was all too happy to go along with everyone’s plans. While he wasn’t bothered by Soap’s closeness with the others, he would prefer his boyfriend’s attention on him.

#call of duty #modern warfare #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #gary roach sanderson #cod nikolai #phillip graves #kate laswell #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #alerudy #pricegravesnik #nikpricegraves #gazroach #kate laswell x her wife #drabble #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #ficlet #clearing out the inbox

[ughgoaway]

idk if we’ve spoke of matty meeting girlies parents for the first time?? but i think maybe he would bring annie to meet them and girlies parents would just absolutely fall in love with her!!!

Oooh, we haven't spoken about this!! I have established that you have kind of a complicated relationship with your family (more in this blurb) it's not awful, but there’s some distance just to make sure you can live your life in some peace.

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So you're slightly freaking out, to say the least. Your parent's reactions to you dating an older man, who is a musician for a living and has a daughter from a random hookup were… interesting. They weren't explicitly rude, but they were definitely questioning.

But you have been together for a while now, and they've spoken to Matty a few times over face time, and they seem to like him a bit more. They haven't ever spoken to Annie directly, but they have seen pictures of her and heard her running around in the background.

Your family finally manages to get you to come up to visit them, so you pack everyone into the car and off you go. Annie is happily chatting away in the back whilst you are freaking out a little, but Matty tries to relax you, “It's going to be okay, babe, they're not going to hate me. Your dad is my friend on Facebook!”

“...why are you talking to my dad on Facebook” you ask, confused, but matty waves you off and keeps driving. turning up the music a little bit louder.

You arrive at your parent's house, and Annie is so nervous, bless her. She's pulling at her dress and hiding by Matty’s side, “what if they don't like me?” she whispers to Matty as you walk up the driveway.

“Don't you worry about that sweetheart, they'll love you. C'mon, let's go have some fun, yeah?” Matty says, picking Annie up and taking a deep breath before walking up to the door.

“Well y/n is my teacher, so she taught me lots of things. I know how to read properly all on my own, you know.” annie continues to talk about school and you, and your mum gives you a soft smile over her head.

Surprisingly, they more than love Annie. They are obsessed with her. Your mum immediately chatting away to her and gave her presents that she bought for her.

Annie is relaxed so quickly, painting your mum's nails with the nail polish she bought her and chatting about school after your mum asks her who taught her to paint nails so well.

Your dad and Matty get along like a house on fire, chatting about the football and what they think of the latest games. And soon enough, the band gets brought up, but in a good way.

“You know, I was in a band when I was young.” Your dad says later on in the evening when you're all sitting in front of the TV drinking tea. You all have painted nails at this point, your dad even sporting the pink glitter on his fingers.

“You were?” You say with your face scrunched, you don't remember your dad talking about music at all during your childhood. Let alone being in a band.

“Oh yeah. I was the drummer, was pretty good, too. Do you play the drums, Matthew?” Both your parents insist on calling Matty “Matthew”, despite you telling them that they didn't need to.

“I do, I do. But not in the band, that's my mate George. But if he ever needs to tap out, I'll give you a call.” Matty says, which gives your dad a boost of confidence and makes his face break out in a cheesy smile.

Your mum is chatting away about Annie as she lies asleep on her lap, “and Annie is just so lovely. You've done a great job raising her, Matthew.” she smiles down at sleeping Annie, and strokes her hair just like you do.

“Ah thank you. But I couldn't have done it without y/n. She’s the real reason Annie is so great." Matty squeezes your hand as you speak, and you can't help but look at him with the most lovesick look in your eyes.

“Oh you two remind me of us when we were young, your dad was the only thing I ever wanted to look at or talk about,” Your mum says wistfully, looking over at your dad with a cheeky grin. 

So after that, you visit a little bit more. Annie falls completely in love with them both, and your mum cries when she calls her nanny for the first time. Your dad tears up when she calls him grandad, but denies that the whole time. 

A happy little family!! <3

#your dad teaches annie how to make oragami stars for some reason and she spends the next week throwing them at people #george has so many paper cuts #your dad and matty also have a little jam at one family Xmas after he brings out his old drums #anon! #teacher au!

[bronx-bomber87]

Good Morning! Super excited for these next set of eps to review.

We’ve reached the iconic and pivotal DOD eps. I’m nervously excited to review these. I want to do them justice. They are momentous for not just Chenford but the entire series. Rosalind Dyer is one of my fav recurring baddies. I loved Annie from Castle as well. Was psyched she would be joining The Rookie. This was a rare one where I got to use all the gifs I wanted to. Yay. Kid in a Chenford candy store haha Thank you to all the wonderful gif makers out there. You are the real MVP's. Let’s get this started :)

2x10 The Dark Side

We start with Lucy and the guys out for a post work drink. Armstrong is there as well. They’re talking about Jackson dating a celebrity. Asking how that is? Lucy says they’re happy if he’s happy. Nick calls her bluff and says ‘Liar.’ LMAO Lucy cracks and says men suck ha They sure can. That the single men in LA suck. That whenever they find out she’s a cop they freak out. (To touch on not dating a cop bit. It is only a mistake when it’s not Tim. Let’s be real.) Especially while she's still a rookie just not a good idea (cough Nolan cough) He was never a good decision though....not even a little bit. I'll die on that hill haha

Armstrong joins the convo and comes in with some solid advice. ‘Those aren’t men they’re boys. Real men are not afraid of a strong woman.’ Your real man just isn’t ready yet my dear. Nor are you. I really love this scene though. I enjoyed Nick a lot as a character. Poor Lucy she goes on her 'Sister Officer Lucy Chen' rant ha Classic. Oh the irony of this convo. In S5 she definitely isn't in a nunnery anymore heh. That is quite awhile away from this point though. Have to note how pretty she looks in this scene. Her outfit is simple but she looks stunning.

Lucy leaves the table to get another round. That’s when Lucy runs into Caleb….really unfortunate that’s his name. That’s my BIL's name haha He seems normal enough with his flirting with Lucy. Both of them being ignored for another drink by the bartender. He's making her laugh and appearing nice and kind. Ugh run Lucy run…Their moment gets interrupted by Lucy noticing a guy stealing tips. She walks away from the convo and apologizes. End ups arresting the thief. The way she takes him down is bad ass I have to say. (Tim would be proud) Says 'Surprise I’m a cop’ haha

Roll call comes around and they find out about Rosalind Dyer. A rare unicorn in their world. A female serial killer. She’s agreed to show them the 3 bodies that were never found. In exchange she gets life with no parole instead of the death penalty. Everyone’s day is now centered around this. Tim and Lucy discuss her past murders. Lucy telling Tim she was in college when they found the first victims.

That it was all anyone could talk about, wondering how a woman could be so barbaric? Tim shares his own story about it. How he worked a scene for the 4th victim. That he was advised not to look at the body. How he wish he hadn’t… The hindsight of watching this scene unfold right before they run into Caleb. It’s bone chilling to think about. Their convo being framed around this before he shows up.

Caleb shows up and Tim is immediately suspicious and does not like this guy. His face has me rolling the entire time. Gives Caleb a hard time about the word 'Perp'. His facial expressions I can not LOL Now part of this reaction is his cop gut. I truly believe that. Not trusting whoever this guy is for Lucy. His default is suspicion. The fierce protector coming out to play in this scene.

I think the rest of his reaction is him just not liking this guy being interested in Lucy. Jealously thy name is Timothy Bradford. Its seeping out of him and he can't stop himself. He's completely forgotten he's dating one of her closest friends in this moment. Written all over his face how territorial he’s being right now. I always love me some protective/jealous Tim. This scene and honestly this entire episode is full of that.

Lucy’s face is screaming ‘chill out’ the entire interaction. She's basically scolding him with her eyes above. They have a mini silent conversation with their eyes before the scene continues. If that isn't the most married look they've had so far. I love it so much. He definitely looks reprimanded in that second gif above. Tim is as transparent as person can be in this scene. Not even trying to hide it a little bit. Caleb has shown up and Tim's guard and protective nature are out in full force. Doesn't like this guy just showing up and sniffing around at all.

Caleb is clearly nervous around Tim (as he should be..) It's too funny he keeps trying regardless to talk to Lucy. Tim deftly snags the paper out of the air. She didn't have a chance of grabbing it. Caleb has to sense how much Tim doesn't want him here. He could not be less welcoming of this man. Tim reads the paper and he asks if Caleb has a last name LOL He says Wright. The irony of that last name...

I doubt our boy even knows why he’s reacting this way to Caleb. Only that he is and very strongly at that. All his feelings when it comes to Lucy are muddled and confusing for him. Yet he acts on them anyway. From the moment this guy showed up the green eyed monster was present. Tim continues to grill him. He asks what he does for a living? Says if it’s a screenwriter he’s going in a cell. He really hates screenwriters haha A theme through out the show for him.

Eric’s facial expressions during this entire scene truly is perfection. Look at the way he looks at Caleb as he leaves. If looks could kill he would be a dead man. Also you can see the mask on Caleb drop when he turns away from them (shudder). The immense distrust written all over Tim's rigid body language. You'd have to be blind not to see it. Both of their faces above are a summary of the entire scene. Lucy is happy to have caught the eye of a 'decent' guy. Tim doesn't trust this guy as far as he can throw him.

Tim doesn’t even think he’s done anything wrong till he turns around and sees her face. Kudos to Melissa for the great reaction. He says 'What?' All innocent like he didn't just drag that guy through the mud. Treat him like a criminal they deal with on the daily. She is so affronted and honestly confused as hell with his reaction. Her face basically saying 'What the hell was that?'

From the moment Caleb shows up to the moment he leaves Tim is NOT pleased with his presence. Lucy is truly confused as to why he is acting this way. She can’t put together why he was trying to kill that entire interaction. We all know Lucy included (deep down) this was jealously thorough and through. But she chalks it up to him being stressed about how crazy everything is right now. Sure that’s it Lucy…She demands the paper back with just her face and outreached hand. Tim is shocked she wants the number of this doofus. He relents and unwillingly hands it back to her. Almost rolling his eyes as he does so.

They’re driving in a caravan to the first burial site. Lucy is looking at Calebs online profile in the car. Tim snaps at her to focus. That this is going to be most dangerous day she’s ever going to spend on the job. Oh the weight of that comment when you know these eps….They both have no idea how true that’s going to be. Might seem like he’s mad when really he’s protecting her by getting her to focus. It’s his way of doing it. I also think it's a little frustration bleeding over from the whole Caleb thing. Not that he's going to put that together right now. Hell doesn't even realize how territorial and jealous he just was.

We rejoin Tim and Lucy once they arrive at the first spot. They're talking about Rosalind during this 'Hike' to find the remaining bodies. Tim asks if she’s less scary in the light of day? Lucy tells him no…but mentions how smart she must be. To have gotten away with this for so long undetected. Lucy smartly mentions there’s a play here they’re not seeing.

Tim tells her it’s just to jerk them around. Oh my love it is far more than that. Lucy is so sharp to observe this hike has to be more than just her deal. She is proven right when they find a fresher body in one of the grave sites with the old one. It’s obvious she has a partner on the outside they just don’t know who…

Lucy is looking at Caleb’s “profile” again. Watching a video of him with a puppy. Jealous/Protective Tim makes his next appearance. Could not be more obvious if he tried. Not a fan of her being enamored by this guy. He makes a snide remark saying I bet that’s not even his puppy. It’s scary how spot on he was with Caleb the entire time. It’s mainly from jealously and being protective of her, but it’s frightening how dead on his cop gut was. He turned out to right about everything with him.

Lucy naturally gives him push back and says she just wants to enjoy a cute puppy. That it’s been an awful day. Can't she just do that? Jealous Tim won't agree with her. So he is a little shit and says 'This your first decomp right? ' Watching her face go from happy to grossed out LOL Oh Tim. He knows how bad this smell is going to be for her and is enjoying it haha The way she follows after him is too funny. Melissa is also amazing at expressing so much as well.

The eerie part of this scene is it’s them being the ones to discover the DOD tattoo… There are so many forewarnings in this episode for her. For them. Literally smacking us in the face with them. That could’ve been her if things had gone wrong... Ugh my heart. They find out the newer victim was suffocated…What an awful way to die. I’m asthmatic and it gives me a pre-asthma attack just thinking about it.

A light hearted part of this scene is once again the lack of personal space. Ah personal space. They don't know her and never will. We're all ok with this notion. Nolan ends up getting Rosalind to lead them to the second site. They find a new body in it with a DOD Tattoo. The freshest one yet. They realize it’s every three months. That 12/09/19 is the the next DOD. John notes it’s 12/08 they have a day to find the next victim.

Tim and Lucy join Armstrong at the jail to search Rosalind cell once again. Trying to find some connection. A way her and this person have been communicating. Nick asks where her books are and they say they sent them back. He asks for every book she's read in the last 6 months.

They’re searching all the books and of course Lucy is the one to crack the code. I love it. Finds something in the binding. Its a coded piece of paper. She figures out the cypher fairly quickly. You know Tim loves how damn smart she is. He’s impressed. She figures out a name from the code. My girl. Bryan Coleman. Funny that doesn’t sound like Caleb Wright….

Harper and Nolan end up saving the next girl. They find out he’s been using the old abandoned zoo as his staging ground. What kills me is them saving her condemns Lucy. They stopped him from scratching that sick itch. Grey tells them all to go home and rest. Lucy spins around and tells Tim she’s just going to go home and crash.

Tim tells her that’s a mistake and gives her the advice that will haunt him in the next episode. Hell for quite awhile if I’m being honest. He will carry this moment with him for a long time. Says after a hardcore assignment she needs to blow off some steam. Find a way to decompress. If she doesn’t she’ll never get any sleep.

Lucy is super cute asking if he's really telling her to go get a drink instead? He tells her yes. Preferably a strong one even with another human being. We all know who that human being is going to be….Side note I adore the fact that he always opens the door for her. Doesn't even realize he's doing that. Just does it out of habit. Her real man standing right in front of her but it is far too early for that hehe

Literally makes me sick to watch her scene with Caleb. My skin crawls knowing where it’s headed. He took advantage of Lucy with her guard down. Her cop eyes we're retired for the night. Just trying to decompress. We go back to the station where Grey tells John and Nick they found a body at the old zoo. Bryan Coleman. Which can only mean one thing as we go back to Lucy. That Caleb is the apprentice….

She goes from giggly and relaxed to sheer terror in a matter of moments. He drugged her and Lucy is slowly realizing the situation she is now in. He also snags her phone before she can use it. Sadly she is over powered easily due the drug he gave her. Then sticks her in the trunk of his car. The ep ends there.

It’s a crazy stressful two-parter. So damn good though. I remember when this first premiered how hard it was to wait for the next episode. I’m pre emotional just thinking about analyzing the next episode. Can’t wait to do it though.

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Side Notes-Non Chenford

Wopez good scenes not many but really good. Wes clearing not handling his post traumatic stress well. Mixing his prescription with alcohol. Angela coming home asking if he was trying to kill himself. He says I don’t know… Not a great answer bud.

The whole Rosalind SL. It’s so dark but so good. Getting a deeper look into Nick and seeing some chinks in his armor. What he sacrificed to catch her. It’s very good. I enjoyed his character a lot and getting more depth with him as well.

Thank you as always to those that like/comment/reblog these reviews. It’s means the world to me. I love doing these and they take time to assemble. But they’re so worth doing to enjoy this rewatch together. I’m also enjoying the hell out of analyzing these eps and our beloved couple. I’ll see you all in 2x11 :)

#Caitlin rewatches the Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #summer rewatch #waiting on s6 #s2 #2x10 The Dark Side #2x10 #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #tim x lucy #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well. #tim bradford x lucy chen #rosalind dyer #annie wersching

[widowbitessting]

So i have a question in SMU

What will be the reaction of the trio seeing reader wearing a suit and that suit just giving dom vibes 😂😂

I read this and fell asleep anny and I actually had a dream about it😂😂

Hope this is okay for you my love! <3 

Warning: short, crappy writing😂 Bratty Wanda...I think that’s it! <3 

Word Count: 1,501 

The Trio! are sitting in the kitchen, each keeping to their own mundane tasks, determined to keep busy. 

Carol is cooking dinner, sizzling away at the onions in a pan. Natasha is pouring them all a glass of red wine and Wanda…well...Wanda is watching the stairs for you.

That’s her mundane task.

And she refuses to be moved from it.

Wanda checks her phone again, narrowing her eyes at the white numbers that glare up at her. 

She’s sure time is moving slower. 

Fifteen minutes, you had told them all. 

Fifteen minutes and then you’re ready and you can show them all your surprise outfit. 

“It’s been twenty minutes.” Wanda grumbles, looking again at the stairs. “I’m going up.”

“No you’re not.” Natasha says instantly, putting the cork in the wine bottle. “You’re staying right there, like the good girl you are, and waiting for Baby to show us what she’s wearing tonight; got it?” 

Wanda huffs and rolls her eyes. 

“I don’t see why we couldn’t help her get ready.” She groans.

“Because Y/N told us it’s a surprise.” Carol says from the cooker. 

“And we all know Y/N wouldn’t make it to MJ’s fancy dress party...thing...if we went up there.” Natasha finishes, putting Wanda’s wine next to her; grinning at the pout forming. 

Wanda scowls at her hands.

“That’s the point.”

Natasha cups Wanda’s cheek and forces her eyes up. 

“Roll your eyes at me again, bunny, and see what happens.” 

“I-I didn’t think you saw that...” Wanda mutters, wincing when Natasha slaps her cheek a little on the hard side.

“I see everything, zolotse.” Natasha says, “now drink your wine and be patient. Baby will come down when she is ready.” 

Wanda sips her wine. 

“Why aren’t we going with her again?” she asks. 

This time it’s Carol who sighs as she adds in the sauce to her dish. 

“Because it’s MJ’s birthday and MJ wants baby girl all to herself.” The blonde says, turning to face Natasha and Wanda. 

She takes her wine in her hand and drinks. 

“She has Y/N to herself all the time though. She lives with her!” Wanda replies. 

“Yes, and their best friends. Now stop complaining. You’re giving me a headache.” Carol says. 

Wanda opens her mouth but the glare she gets from the other woman is enough to have her close it.

“Such a good girl.” 

“Sometimes.” Natasha adds in, smirking at the glare she’s given from the younger woman. “She’s not a brat for nothing.” 

“That’s true.” Carol replies, moving to stand closer to the red head. 

“And now she’s trying to corrupt our Baby...” she says. 

“Our lovely, innocent Baby.” Natasha adds. “There’s not an ounce of brattiness in her.” 

“That’s what you think.” Wanda grumbles. 

“What was that, dumb bunny?” Carol glowers down at her. 

“Nothing. Nothing.” 

“Mhm. That’s what I thought.”

The two women converse with one another while Wanda sits silently next to them, opting between picking at her nails and drinking her wine - knowing if she reached for her phone, her time out would go on for longer. 

After what felt like an eternity, Carol speaks up.

“I think my headache is going now, bunny. You can talk again.” 

“Thank you, thank -” 

A hand grasps Wanda’s hair and yanks. 

“As long as you stop with the incessant questions, dear.” The blonde smiles down at her. 

“I will, I promise, cap.” 

“God you’re so cute - do you know that?”

Wanda shrugs. 

“I’ve been told a few times...” 

Smiling, Carol leans down and kisses her. 

“Maybe when Y/N has gone, we can have some fun of our own and Daddy and Captain can show you just how cute you are, bunny. Hmm? How does that sound?” 

“That sounds like a really good plan, I like that a lot.” 

“Good.” Carol replies, kissing her again. “Only as long as you’re not a brat until kitten goes.”

It’s the telltale sound of heels on wooden flooring that has the three women looking up at the stairway. 

You stop at the top of the stairs, smiling shyly down at them.

“Hi.” Is all you can say.

“Holy fuck.” Wanda says. 

Natasha’s hand grips her wine glass tightly as she rakes her eyes down your suit clad form. 

Carol licks her lips and leans back against the counter. 

“I could get used to seeing a sight like this.” 

Holding onto the bannister, you come down the first few steps before pausing self consciously. 

“Do I...do I look okay?” 

Wanda all but leaps off her stool but is caught by the scruff of her top by Carol, who holds her wriggling form firm.

“Let her come down the stairs. I want to enjoy this.” 

Blushing, you descend the remaining stairs before coming to a stop in front of the three women. 

With a small ounce of bravery, you open the suit jacket and pocket both of your hands into the pockets of your pants. 

Despite your wildly beating heart, you’re determined to stay standing in front of them. 

Even though they all look as if they’re about to pounce on you.

“Do I -” 

“You look delectable, baby.” Carol says first, finally releasing Wanda. “I could just eat you up.” 

You look at Wanda.

“What do you think, mommy?” 

Her eyes darken. 

“I think I need to see you in a suit more often, baby.” 

God, your cheeks are burning. 

When you look at Natasha, she’s cocked her head to the side. 

“Is that my jacket?” 

Now you’re sure your nose - of all things - is blushing too. 

“I...maybe...?” 

“It looks good on you, baby girl.” Natasha approaches you and trails a finger over the buttons of your crisp white shirt. “Next time I think I’d prefer to see you in just the jacket though. Can you do that for me?” 

You nod. 

“I was gonna do that tonight...but I didn’t think you’d approve.” 

Natasha lets out a low chuckle before reaching around to slap your arse. 

“Don’t try to be a brat now, little girl.” She warns. “You might look like a dom but your still our baby.” 

“Sorry daddy.” 

Leaving your personal space, Natasha walks over to the wine and finds you a glass. 

This time when Wanda pounces, Carol doesn’t stop her. 

She drags your face up and connects your lips, not caring whether she smears your lipstick. 

“You look so hot, kitten.” Wanda gasps, resisting the urge to ruin your perfectly done hair. “Fuck. Do you have to go?” 

You manage to pull away from her so you can inhale deeply. 

“Yes, mommy.” You pant. “I should have set off already in fact.” 

“I think you should just not go...stay here instead...” Wanda taps your nose. 

“No -” 

“Aww but -”

“Wands.” You warn. “I’m going. End of discussion.” 

Wanda pouts. 

“It’s not fair...”

“It is fair, Wanda. Now stop being an ignorant brat and sit that pretty arse of yours back on that stool.” 

Wanda blinks a few times, her switch brain struggling to process what you - their little sub - had just said. 

To her. 

Your dom. 

Wanda cocks her head to the side. 

Sensing you’re about to lose whatever confidence you had, Carol joins in. 

“Don’t make her ask again, Wanda. Sit. Down.” 

Wanda, to the complete shock of everyone, does as she’s told and sits back on her stool, a smirk forming on her face. 

“Blimey, detka. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Natasha is grinning, a toothy grin as she brings over your wine. “Drink it.” 

You do as you’re told, swallowing the wine in three large gulps; wincing a little. 

“Me either.” You nervously laugh. “I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t be.” Carol says quickly. “I thoroughly enjoyed that. Thank you, kitten.” 

“...am I gonna be in trouble later?” 

“That’s Wanda’s call, not ours.” Natasha replies, quickly topping up your glass. 

You drink that one a little slower. 

“You bet your arse you are, baby girl.” Wanda glowers at you. “But for now, go and enjoy your party. I’ll let the fear of the unknown work wonders until you come back.” 

You swallow the last of your wine.

“I can’t wait?” 

“Good, because I can’t either.” 

You place the empty glass on the counter with a shaky hand before opting to kiss the three women goodbye. 

“I’ll see you guys later, yeah? Maybe later than I originally planned now though...”

“As long as you’re safe and having fun, we don’t care what time you’re home. One of us will be up.” Natasha says. 

“Now go,” Carol says, slapping your arse. “Have a good evening, kitten.” 

“Thank you cap. Bye mommy, bye daddy!” 

You turn on your heel and sashay out away from the trio! of women, waggling your arse a little more needed than necessary. 

You’re about to go down the stairs when Wanda’s voice calls out.

“Baby! Who are you meant to be anyway?” 

You glance at them from over your shoulder, smiling.

“You three, of course.” 

❤️💋❤️💋

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[ichijager13]

Pairings : Eren x reader

Raiting: explicit

Modern AU, aged-up characters (late twenties early thirties), memories, drinking to cop, unhealthy coping mechanism, fluff and smut, overstimulation, angst, morning after.

Summary: After being together for years, Eren decides to put an end to your relationship. On his birthday, only one thing can ease your pain and chase away ghosts of happy memories: Alcohol.

A/N: this is a chapter from Remember how it was, a work that I posted on AO3 months ago. I originally intended to post it on Eren’s birthday but I couldn’t wait lol. I hope you enjoy this one.

Also, I would love to thank everyone for the support you are showing me and for reading my work. your reactions warms my heart and motivates me to write more.

Reblogs and reaction are more than welcomed. be happy :*

It popped into your mind before you even open your eyes. It was today and knowing it will be the first time in six years you won’t be by his side for the occasion brought you tears. You stared at the ceiling debating whether you should let your emotions slip or make yourself something strong to numb your feelings. You ended up opting for the safer option.

You were in the kitchen serving yourself your first shot of the day when ghosts of old and happy days captured you.

 It was past midnight, and Eren was still in his study working on a new model. You glanced one more time at your reflection in the mirror then eyed the small cake and the bottle of red wine you held in each hand. You were a little bit stressed about the dress you picked for the matter. It was a bit edgy for you. taking a deep breath, you threw one last look at the tight silky red dress you were in and headed to where Eren was.

 The moment you opened the curtains of the fitting room the girls’ mouths dropped. “Forget about the mini birthday cake, girl, he will devour you instead”. Sasha breathed excitedly. “Right ladies”. She nudged Annie and Mikasa who couldn’t tear their eyes from you.

“Could you spin around?” Annie managed to ask and you did. The dress was a strappy deep v-neck, and the thin straps ran across your naked back. “Girls I’m afraid he will pass out if he sees her like this”. She whispered.

“That’s the point”. Sasha said, enthusiastic. “It’s his birthday”. She pointed.

“Yeah, well I’m afraid it’s going to be his last”. Mikasa finally spoke. “Roy would be struck if I show up in something like this”.

“Armin too”. Annie added.

“Again, that’s the point. To think that I’m the one who’s single”. She groaned. “You’re buying it, and you’ll put your boldest red lipstick on”. Her eyes were shooting daggers. “Come on give the man a treat he’s turning 30. There’s no better way to celebrate it”.

“What do you think?” you glanced at Annie and Mikasa.

“I guess you should give it a try”. Mikasa said unsure. “Right Annie?”

“Yeah, besides you’ve been together for almost three years”. Annie eyed you again before she follows. “It would be nice to break the routine once in a while”.

“That’s what I’m talking about”. Sasha clapped. “Please for once give up your good girl’s dresses. You’ll thank me later”. She turned her attention to the girls. “And you’d better do the same”.

 So here you are facing your lover’s study room door, you inhaled deeply and called his name. no response, you tried again. “Eren?” Hearing his footsteps, your hands started to tremble. It was too late now; you can’t run away.

“Yes, love?” He spoke as he opened the door. “Why didn’t you just come in?” he was in a loose dark blue cotton t-shirt and grey joggers. The moment his eyes landed on you, he froze.

“Happy birthday, my dear”. You chanted smiling but you got no reaction. He didn’t know where to look. Your curly hair looked amazing, your dress hugged your curves perfectly, revealing much more than what it hid, and that red lipstick. He squeezed his eyes shut and massaged them shaking his head. He has been working for hours he must be dreaming. “Honey, are you okay?” you inquired visibly worried. You sat the bottle and stood up reaching a hand to his face. The view offered to Eren when you kneeled made him curse under his breath.

“I’m…”. he looked at your face again. “Fuck”. He growled rubbing the back of his neck eyes roaming your body from head to toe. “Fine, I’m fine… Fuck”. He snitched the cake from your hand, set it on the nearest place he found, and pinned you to the wall kissing you with igniting passion.

While he was devouring your lips you remembered Sasha’s text 15 minutes ago when you sent them a picture of you.

 Sasha

“Daaaaaaamn, Jager boy will keep you up till the sun rises”

“You look A.M.A.Z.I.N.G, love the lipstick”.

Annie

“Yeah, your hair definitely looks amazing”.

Mikasa

“I hope you’re ready for the long night that’s waiting for you”.

Sasha

“Don’t forget to wear sexy perfume”.

Annie

“A body lotion is better don’t you think Sash?”

Mikasa

“I agree”.

 When he finally pulled away resting his head on your shoulder out of breath he spoke. “Damn, you look…”. He cursed once again. “You look sexy, love”. One of his hands rested on your waist. “This dress looks so good on you”. he confessed against your ear; his warm breath rose goosebumps all over your neck. With the other hand, he tilted your head and started ravaging the thin skin of your neck. “And you smell so fucking nice”. He rumbled; voice dangerously husky. Eren was in trance, unable to think straight. he didn’t know where to touch, where to kiss, or what to say. his blood was rushing through his veins and his heart was pounding against his chest. Breathing never felt this hard. when he finally looked back at your face the sight of your ruined lipstick and crimson cheeks made him hard. “You’re so pretty that my heart might stop”.

“I’m glad you liked it”. you mumbled stumbling over your words.

“Liked it? I fucking love it”. you have never heard Eren curse this much.

“Would you like to blow out the candle and cut the cake?” you hazarded looking at your bare feet. You remembered Sasha’s words from earlier.

“I’m staring now at the cake I wanna eat”. He murmured, face inches away from yours before backing away. “But first, let me see the dress”. His eyes traveled along your body. “Can I see the back?” you baited your lower lip. Feeling your hesitation, he added in a soft voice. “Please, love?” you slowly spun. You heard his sharp breath before he brushed your hair away to uncover your bare back. He moved closer and hugged you. “Forget about the cake. tonight, I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t stand straight”. His words traveled all over your body causing your skin’s temperature to rise and your stomach to clench. His hands were caressing your throat and chest while his lips left a trail of love bits along your back. He slipped one of his hands under your dress and pulled your panties down before inserting two digits inside your warm and wet core. Without a word, he continued kissing and sucking at your skin while his thrusts were becoming faster. With each move, your moans became frantic and louder. With a swift movement, he pulled you on his shoulder and headed to his desk. He carelessly moved his plans and pencils and laid your back on top of it. He pressed his fist to his mouth, hungry eyes scanning your body before speaking hastily. “My pretty girl looks magnificent tonight”. His words were followed by another long and passionate kiss. He then kneeled in front of you pushing your dress up. the moment he swept his tongue against your entrance your lungs stopped functioning correctly.

His moves made you feel so dizzy and the only sounds that could leave your parted lips were long and deep moans alongside undistinguished words. “E-Eren”. You moaned grabbing the loose strands that escaped from his bun. He responded with a deep hum that made the coil forming inside you tightens. Feeling the first waves of pleasure crushing on you, you managed to sort out some intelligible words. “I’m close, my love”. The pet name made him double the pressure he was applying to your nub making you lose track of space and time. The only things you were aware of were: his mouth rummaging what was left of your sanity, his warm breath tickling your soft skin and his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs.

Feeling your walls clench around his tongue when you came, he tightened his grip and sucked your juices. When he finally stood up, you were breathing heavily. He snatched the hand covering your eyes, smiling he pecked your lips and cheeks. “This is the best birthday gift ever”. He spoke against your swollen lips. “Too bad I ruined your lipstick; it looked great on you”. and he kissed you again while helping you sit down. Still feeling dazed you buried your head in his chest. Seeing you like this a deep chuckle left his chest. “I’m still not done with you, my love”. A wide smirk displayed on his face as he caressed your sensitive lips with his thumb.

 Feeling the cold liquor overflowing you got back to reality. That was one of your craziest nights with Eren. When you woke up the next morning every muscle felt stiff.

 Feeling the bed beside you empty you propped yourself on your elbow scanning the room. Eren was nowhere to be seen and the perspective of leaving bed in your state made you cringe. You fell back and buried your face in his pillow. You had no idea that a piece of clothing can get such a reaction from him. last night he got you so fucked up that you barely removed your makeup and cleansed before crashing into bed dragging a giggle from your man.

“Did I go too hard on you?” he asked cuddling you. you had no energy; you placed your hands on his before you were down for the count.

You were dozing off when you felt the bed shift next to you. you slowly faced your lover. He brushed his lips against yours. “Good morning, love”.

“Good morning, honey”. A tired smile curved your lips. “Happy birthday dear”.

“Thank you, love”. he brushed your hair off your face smiling. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve been to war”. You breathed making him laugh solely.

“I’m sorry”. He let out laying beside you. “But that dress…”. He paused. “The way you looked yesterday standing there it… it drove me crazy”. He caressed your cheek laughing quietly. “I’m sorry I just couldn’t…”. another pause. “Couldn’t stop”. He shifted and covered his eyes. “Never do that again without a warning or else my heart will stop or worst explode”. He sighed deeply. “Talk about a birthday. By the way the cake was delicious thank you, my love”. Seeing you frowning he added. “I put it in the freezer when I woke up and then took a tiny bite”. He propped an arm around your tired figure and pulled you into a light hug smiling against your bare back.

When he left for work you reached for your phone. the girls left a bunch of messages.

Sasha

“Girls, you think she can keep up?” the first message was from Sasha around 2 in the morning

Annie

“She didn’t give a sign since yesterday, I bet they stayed up late”. She replied this morning.

Mikasa

“I mean she looked so hot; the opposite would’ve been weird. Don’t you think”.

Sasha

“I bet her throat is all covered with hickeys”.

Mikasa

“Jealous?”

Sasha

“Kinda”.

Annie

“I guess Saturday launch is canceled”.

Mikasa

“Yeah, I’ll send a message to everyone”.

You unconsciously reached your hand and caressed your throat. You opened your phone’s front camera to inspect it. Sasha was right, he didn’t go easy on your neck and chest. You can already hear your friends’ teasing.

 You laughed when you remembered your friends’ faces when you opened the door.

 “Geez”. Sasha breathed. She opened and closed her mouth several times before she adds. “He went crazy last night”.

“You did the right thing canceling”. Annie spoke to Mikasa.

“It’s Saturday”. You groaned remembering your weekly launch date. “I just woke up”. you massaged your neck.

“So, what are your plans for tonight. Are you still coming with us”. Mikasa asked.

You shook your head. “I’m planning to have full eight hours of sleep”. You said sinking into your living room couch. “Thank you for canceling. And girls make sure you sleep during the day in case you plan on doing such a thing”. You sighed. “What time is it by the way?”

“It’s noon”. Annie answered.

 Taking a sip, you whispered. “Happy birthday Eren”. As tears made their way down your cheeks.

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[yoosungdaddy1]

Ereen pov 1st day Broken Boy Eren x Reader

" Drink Drink Drink Drink" The crowd cheers as I watch you chugging shots and getting so unbalanced Falling into Armin arms.

" Yo Eren You good!" Armin shouts holding you in his arms. You looked completely gone.

" Come on loser why are you so far!" You shout pulling my arm. I wanted to dance but I knew  Annie wasn't fucking with you as she yanked my arm away.

" Bitch he's not gonna dance with you." She shouts.  You were to blazed to give her a reaction. All you could do was look at me and start laughing. I'm not sure why but it cracked me up as well. You walked back to the group leaving us in the distant. It was already 1am and I was ready to go. Me and Annie made it back before you. She insisted on sex and I wasn't gonna reject it till someone knocked on the door. 

" She's completely out of. " Connie laughs, your body almost lifeless. I started shaking my head. Boy how you're so annoying. After all this time You come back like you never left. I grab you from his side, picking you up in princess position. You threw your arms around my shoulders, eyes completely closed, so unaware.

" I'll put her to bed." I whispered to Connie and Jean before closing the door. I gently placed you on your bed. Your room filled with your scent. I pulled your blanket to your chin and wiped the make up off your face.

" What the fuck Eren!" Annie shouts walking in the room.

" She's completely unaware. It wouldn't be right to leave her." I respond irritated at how loud she was being.

" You are fucking her !"she shouts as you start to move.

" Bru I'm not doing this shit with you she's an old fucking friend, a roommate!" I yell annoyed at the constant yelping.

" Why the fuck are you taking care of her like this!" She shouts your body moves at the sound of her voice.

" Bru fine we'll fucking leave!" I Respond hoping you don't wake up.

Its not like I carried you just seemed like you needed the rest. I spent the night at Annie's parents house which was about 30 minutes from campus. I was running late hoping you were up or at least getting ready when I opened the door.

" Eren!" You shout

" What are you doing?" I asked trying not to laugh at how sneaky you looked.

" I thought you was asleep. I was gonna wake you." you respond.

" AH I was out last night you missed me." I giggle peeping through the door getting undressed. The fact you worried about me was cute even though you were the one completely out of it.

" I slept like a baby!" You shout, I could hear the annoyance in your voice.

" Don't leave without me! You have Mr. Smith biology. We have the same class!" I shout as the shower starts. You don't respond, but I know you wouldn't leave. I was so late I didn't get a chance to dry my hair, but I didn't want you to be late.

" Get up we're gonna be late "I shout pushing you out the door. We ran the whole way. Making it five minutes before the bell.

" No one else takes this course?" You ask following me to an open seat.

" Nope just me and now you." I sigh pulling out my  note book. The teacher walks and introduces you to the class. You stand up as people whistle at you. It annoyed me that you didn't sit down quickly.

"My name is y/n pleasure to meet you all!" You shout  before sitting down. I look at you and you look at me. I hadn't had the chance to actually look at you. You hadn't changed much. I thought.  I slid over the syllabus and notes for the lesson

" copy that It'll help you understand most stuff." I whisper to you.

" Thanks." You respond. After class you looked like your brain had just been fried with information.

" I don't think I understood a single thing." You sigh as you start sinking into your chair. I look at you trying not to laugh.

" Wow you really are prettier in person." A boy announces as his group of males follow.

" HUH? " You ask confused.

" Oh we know Connie he Posted you on his feed last night at some party. You looked amazing even now."  It annoyed me this was happening. Keep your cool Eren. I repeated to myself.

"Thank you. " you chuckle nervously.

" Can I have your number." The boys ask you and start laughing. It pissed me off that you were laughing. These guys desperately  flirting with you.

" Sorry but you're making my boyfriend uncomfortable." I look at you as you were pointing at me. To be fair it caught me off guard.

" You're not funny." I laugh watching you run down the steps.

" Yeah Yeah see you at home!" You shout running out the classroom. For some reason hearing you call the dorm we shared home made my happy. My last class had got canceled when Annie texted me.

Annie~ When is your class over?

YOU(Eren)~ Headed home now

Annie~Otw

When I got home I went to the kitchen looking for food. I really need to go to the store. At least I had a lot of snacks. In the mist of Looking at the snacks there was a knock on the door. I already assumed who it was.  Annie busted in pushing me against the wall ,devouring me in kisses. I picked her up with one hand. She wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to my bed. I threw her down on.

" Hurry  I missed you." She giggled. I laughed. Me and Annie had been dating for some time, but to be honest  it was more of a sexual relationship. I didn't believe in love, which made sex enjoyable just to get a nut off. After sex she started watching a movie on bed. I had homework so I sat at my desk and put in my EarPods. After some time Annie tapped my shoulder.

" I'll be right back I'm starving" She said exiting the room. I nodded resuming my studies. It had taken her a while so I got curious. I removed my pods and heard Your voice. I dashed out the room Pulling you off Annie who was bleeding through her mouth and nose.

" What the hell is wrong with yall!" I  shout looking at you and then her.

"Get your bitch! Before I do!" You shout before slamming your room shut.

" What the hell!" I asked Annie helping her to her feet. She looked at me holding her face. I didn't know you could throw punches like that.

" Are you okay?" I asked her. She didn't respond cleaning her face in my restroom.

" You need a new roommate. I don't like the fact she lives with you." She said sitting on the edge of your bed.  It annoyed me how she couldn't just drop the idea of you and me. I had nothing to say. She gathered her things leaving in anger. I didn't try and stop her. I finished my homework you still in your room. I assume you hadn't eaten and I knew the kitchen was empty so I ordered a pizza. I really wanted to talk to you. I had heard movement  so I decided to get up and there you were digging in the icebox.

" I ordered a pizza. " I announce leaning against the wall behind you.

" Good for you." you smiled. I grab your arm turning you around. I wanted to see your face.

" You're bleeding." I respond touching a thin cut above your eyebrow.

" Yeah from your bitch!" You shout slapping my hand away from you.

" look I'm sorry I didn't think she would attack." I sigh. I knew it was my fault and I knew you would still blame me.

" Fuck you both!" You shout returning to your room.

" Fuckkkk!" I shout.  not knowing why exactly it bothered me.  I calmed my nerves before knocking on your room door.

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[theroastedwretch]

Between the Lines- Ep. 2

Warnings- PG-13 due to Swearing and Explicit Language, Mature Themes, possible Violent References

Index Episode 1

In what could be generously called the morning, I woke up in waves. 

The first wave was, of course, nausea. There was no escaping that after a night of drinking far too much and thinking far too little. Opening my eyes proved to only make things worse, so I closed them back up before the world had time to come into any focus. 

That moment of peace and darkness allowed the next wave to crash into me a bit more gently than the dizziness had. Still, there was only so softly that the memory of a corpse during a kidnapping case could really get. I cringed, remembering Jessy’s tightened face as she hurried along alone along streets that had likely never felt more dangerous to her.

Guilt settled in my stomach as I thought of how I must have looked to her, glass of wine in one hand while Annie stood behind me, trying to tame the massive cloud of hair that resulted from her not listening when I told her that you don’t brush curly hair.

I should have pushed Annie away at that moment, focusing all of my energy on the clearly distraught woman on my phone. But I’d felt so tightly wound in that moment— fear and disappointment and even an absurd sense of rejection— coiling in my stomach and it felt like it would cut off my air if I didn’t do something to release it. 

The shame of that choice rolled over me and I rolled over in bed, clutching my pillow as I remembered the card that had first slipped and sent me spiraling. The kidnapper’s call, and the brusque reaction the Hacker had shown to it.

I knew he wasn’t wrong. Even if the kidnapper was clever enough to figure out how to find me, it would be a lot of work to get there. Too much, really, coming this far would leave too much open in Duskwood, and no way to get back quickly. 

But we knew nothing about this person. We could be dealing with more than one person, or even a trafficking situation. Of course, no evidence pointed to either of those things, but there was no evidence of anything, really. 

And below all the rationality, I’d been raised the way most young women were: with a strong awareness of the risks behind just existing. That deep, hissing voice invoked that fear in me, the sense of just how vulnerable I could be. Every shadow, every bump in the night, had the potential to be someone who meant me harm. Putting a voice, a living breathing person, to that shadow struck me on a primal level I couldn’t explain. 

So to have that considered a good thing? By someone I was supposedly working with? The knowledge of just how secondary my own safety was in his eyes had hit me in a way I couldn’t really explain. Wallowing in that insecurity and worthlessness led to that final, smacking wave.

I was not in my own bed.

I’d drunk enough to make the morning unpleasant, but not enough to forget, so the delay in recognizing my surroundings was due to my chaotic thoughts rather than the liquor. But this fact was so beyond out of character that my eyes snapped open in shock anyway. 

Now that my awareness had returned, it was unbelievable that it hadn’t occurred to me sooner. The bed felt nothing like mine, the room smelled like cologne and something inherently male instead of my laundry soap and pillow spray, and a soft snore filled the air from the other person next to me.

Well this was not great. 

While I remembered getting there, my terrible sense of direction meant I had no idea how, or how to get back home. I’d have to order a rideshare, which I wasn’t particularly thrilled about after a night of excessive, unbudgeted drinks. Still, wandering around town sounded even less appealing, and it was early enough that the darkness would prickle that same sense of vulnerability that had partially led me here.

I slipped out of bed carefully. His name was Joe, but that was about all I knew about him. Not because I didn’t remember, but because I’d never bothered to ask. For the first time since college, I hadn’t cared at all. 

My clothes hadn’t been flung far from the bed and hadn’t scattered much in the process, so the act of quietly dressing was pretty simple. The door to his room was a bit more of an issue, it stuck a bit and a slow creak had me casting furtive glances over my shoulder at him. 

Luckily, he was either a deep sleeper or the booze had hit him harder than me, so I was able to sneak to the front door, grab my shoes and lock the door on my way out without any other trouble.

My battery was dangerously low, so while I prioritized ordering a ride, catching sight of a message from Jessy had me spending some of that precious juice on alleviating my guilt.

Jessy: Any chance you’re awake yet? Jessy: I can’t keep my mind off of it. Jessy: MC? Jessy: I know it’s early for you but please text as soon as you wake up. 

I winced, she’d started texting hours ago and probably hadn’t slept a wink. 

MC: I’m so so sorry. MC: I made some really bad choices last night. MC: I’m on my way home but my battery’s low so I might disappear MC: If I do, I’ll get on the second I’m plugged in, promise.

Jessy: What are you doing out???

MC: Bad choices. MC: Let’s not talk about it now, not important

Jessy: O…kay. I’m going to make a group chat Jessy: I think we need to process

MC: Of course.

The twinging guilt of abandoning her the night before had me agreeing to tell Thomas without even thinking about my words. Part of me expected that they’d refuse my offer. It spoke volumes about their mental state and worry for Thomas that they left it to me. I’d barely spoken to him, would struggle to recognize him on the street, and had no way to predict how he’d react beyond quick first impressions. 

Of course, they were right. We needed to get to him before anyone else did, and I’d wasted enough time with my drunken night already. It was important that I not waste any more waiting until after I was done shivering in the night air in my too-tight dress and smeared makeup. 

I’d always joked that the last 2% of my phone’s battery was the most unpredictable, and while I rationally knew that this was absolutely not the case, it made me worry that I’d lose charge at the absolute worst minute. 

I opened the message thread with his name on it and greeted him, wasting what little time I had on staring at his name as I waited, mind racing between a long, comforting message that I might not be able to finish, or getting straight to the point. 

When the car hadn’t shown up yet by the time he responded, I felt like my decision was made for me. I quickly filled him in on the situation, rushing to reassure him that it probably wasn’t Hannah. Despite knowing that in a town of that size, the number of missing girls had to be low, and adding in demographics and timing, there was just no way.

My heart dropped when he left without replying, and I reluctantly went to report the update to the chat. 

___

I made it home, plugged in my phone, and pondered my next steps. I knew that I should tell the Hacker what was happening, but the idea of reaching out after everything filled me with dread. I rationalized that I’d be much more capable of considering everything after a shower, some food, and a nap. It definitely wasn’t dragging my feet, it was the practical choice.

My shower felt cleansing, clearing my mind and giving me the distance I needed to think of everything more objectively.

The Hacker was right, the threats were empty. My reaction was instinctive, guttural, not rational. Outside of the fact that I was looking into it, the kidnapper had no reason to look at me as anything more than some stranger. I might be a bit annoying, or inconvenient, but so far I hadn’t even found anything interesting and there was nothing pointing to the idea that I ever would. There were dozens of others, the police, Hannah’s friends, the community, that would be in the line of fire first. 

And really, it was stupid to go out and sleep with Joe, but I couldn’t deny that I was significantly less stressed. Giving myself that outlet would help me get my head on straight, remind me that I wasn’t here to make friends or flirt with some weird computer nerd. I might be a source of comfort, a distraction, but their focus was on Hannah and mine needed to be, too. 

By the time I’d rinsed off my sins of the night-- thinking of them this way gave me a little giggle-- and thrown together a rather barren sandwich, I was back to feeling almost human. A sleep deprived human, but that was easily solved, too. 

So when I got a message while I was pulling up my covers, I told myself I was ready to check it.

Once I saw it was the Hacker, I questioned that resolve a little but steeled myself anyway. Putting it off wouldn’t do any good.

I couldn’t help but gloat a little when it was clear that he hadn’t expected me to know already, but decided against telling him just how long I’d known. It didn’t seem like something that would do any good. 

I hated that he cheapened my friendship with Jessy to a useful boon to be exploited. She was the only one that seemed to actually like me, and making it nothing more than part of the act started to chip away at the serenity my shower had caused. 

No, I insisted. She’d looped me in and looked to me for comfort. She’d trusted me to help take the burden of telling Thomas. She knew I was here to look into Hannah’s disappearance, and knew that I’d be looking for leads, but didn’t see me as just the internet Nancy Drew. 

He could see it that way. He could see me that way. But Jessy didn’t, and that was all that mattered. I’d keep talking to her because I enjoyed it, and I’d ask her questions because it benefitted finding Hannah. The two didn’t have to be mutually exclusive.

For the first time, I was vaguely relieved when he logged off, despite my confusion about how shady he was acting over a picture of a cat. But it was really just another weird thing on the weird pile of him that had been building since our first meeting, so I let it go and settled in my own bed to sleep.

____

It was late morning before I woke up again. I could have used a few more hours in bed, but I could hear Annie in the kitchen downstairs either making breakfast or poorly juggling all of our kitchenware as loudly as possible.

Either way, it was probably time to face her.

As soon as she saw me, her face split into a shit-eating grin. “Morning, slut. Sleep well?”

I grunted, hoping that maybe if I played up the exhaustion and hangover, she might let it drop. Unfortunately, my luck had a bitch of a reputation to uphold, so she handed me a big cup of coffee instead.

She gave a slight hop to push herself onto the kitchen island, placing her hands on either side of her thighs and leaning forward. I envied her casual grace, long limbs and slender form. I’d have fallen or missed.

Sipping deeply from my coffee, I eyed her over the rim of the mug warily. This was the stuff she lived for. Gossip, an excuse to torture me, and watch me squirm? She was in her element.

I finally forfeited our silent standoff. “Look,” I searched for the words at the bottom of my mug, but only saw a warped reflection of my forehead. “I had fun. Of course I did. I needed that. But it was very out of character for me, you know that.”

Her grin softened a little, looking less shark-like, but didn’t fade completely. “I know. But if you sit around so serious all the time you’ll end up even more of a ball of stress than you already are. I know you think you’re some ancient, wizened crone but I promise you, you can still have some fun.” She shot me a smirk. “Joe definitely didn’t think you were a crone.”

I accepted the escape from the brush into emotional waters gratefully. “You don’t know, what if he’s into grannies?”

Her playful “ewwww” followed me into the living room, where I flopped onto the couch intending to watch something trashy. But, as has become my norm, my phone went off instead.

“Is that LARP boy?”

I bit back a groan. “I told you I don’t LARP. And there’s no boy!”

“Right, right, man, you’re mature.”

“Neither!”

Of course, it was the Hacker, but since I didn’t know if he LARPed (I couldn’t decide if it was massively out of, or in, character for him), his age, or even if he was for sure male, I figured my point stood.

???: Please show me your setup.

???: Including all devices you will be using for the investigation.

Still feeling sassy from my chat with Annie, I couldn’t resist being a bit of a pain in the ass.

MC: Aren’t you supposed to buy me dinner first?

Without waiting for a reply, I set my phone on the couch and looked at my desk next to me. I mostly used it for work ever since I’d become fully remote, but I did occasionally set up my personal laptop and play games or write stories. 

But the surface of the desk certainly looked… lived in. Crumpled up notebook paper was strewn among old drink cans, coffee cups, and snack wrappers. The bottle cap I used as a fidget toy lay face up on top of my tie dye mousepad, and at some point my keyboard had gotten knocked to the floor. It even looked like one of my curly hairs hung from the arms of my dual monitor stand. With the amount of hair I had, it really did end up everywhere, to be fair.

With how buttoned up and precise he seemed, I imagined the Hacker defied the stereotype of the tech nerd covered in cheese dust with piles of drained energy drinks next to him. He probably kept his desk pristine, crumb free, and organized. I bet he even used that canned air that my dad treated like gold for the computer towers he took apart and fixed when I was a kid.

Never did figure out what that did. My mom made him keep it locked up after I used up an entire can playing with it because I liked the dimples it made on my skin and then spent ten minutes stumbling around the house giggling and falling over, so I never got the chance to ask about the real use.

I quickly started grabbing at the trash littering my desk, wincing as some sparkling water— now doubtlessly gone flat— dripped down my shirt from a can that had apparently not been totally empty.

“Are you cleaning?” Annie asked in disbelief. “What is going on with you?”

It stung a little that I was so dysfunctional that my roommate equated my tidying up to something being wrong (can only blame myself for that one though) but I refused to dwell on it as I waved her off and tossed anything that shouldn’t be thrown away but didn’t belong on my desk into the bottom drawer, then tried to wipe the surface clean with my hand.

It only took a couple of minutes, but I deflated a little at the wasted time when I saw it still looked like a mild disaster. 

I put my personal laptop on the place where my work laptop normally lived and tossed the displaced tech carelessly onto the couch. Then I shoved the cables where they needed to go and opened the laptop, but didn’t turn it on.

Once I hit send on a hastily shot picture, looked more closely at it and cringed. Even without the tornado of detritus, it must look so juvenile. My post-it dispenser in the shape of a cat sat, overturned, next to an empty pen holder that said “You can do it!” in a loopy script and a barely-visible picture of my cousin’s daughter.

It was a hodgepodge of cheap stuff I’d grabbed from the thrift store, ugly Christmas presents that were kept for function rather than form, sprinkled liberally with the clear flavor of a chaotic mind whose ADHD was never fully contained.

Right. Too late to unsend.

When I backed out of the photo, I saw I had missed a message. But rather from the Hacker or group, it was a number I didn’t recognize.

#####: Hello there 😘

MC: Um, hi? Who is this?

#####: I’m wounded!

MC: Okay look, I’ve had a real bad time lately with random numbers and I’m not really feeling it today, sorry.

#####: Oh, sorry, it’s Joe. #####: Has someone been bothering you?

MC: No, it’s fine. But how did you get my number?

Had my number just gotten posted somewhere? Did white pages come back into style? What was going on lately? I saved his number with a sigh.

 Joe: Annie gave it to me.

Goddamn it. My head fell back onto my shoulders and I didn’t bother to keep my voice down for the neighbors as I yelled her name. 

She didn’t sound remotely sorry. “Don’t tell me you’re too busy sending nerd nudes to talk to a guy you can actually see, MC, I’m not buying it.”

Joe: I told her I wanted to see you again. Joe: I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and those noises you made.

I flushed, from a combination of embarrassment, anger and the tiniest touch of flattery. It had certainly been a while since a guy had shown interest in me, especially such overt flirting.

Flustered, I put a pin in that and went back to where the Hacker was reviewing my “nerd nudes”. 

???: So will it be just the laptop and phone, then? ???: What other tasks will you be doing on them? ???: And what does the antivirus you use look like? ???: Would you be willing to allow me to connect and look over a few things? ???: MC?

Ugh. I turned on my laptop for whatever connection he needed and turned back to tell him to have at it. Just then, my notifications flashed the words “you’re so beautiful” and I almost threw my phone, feeling overwhelmed all of a sudden. 

I put off replying to Joe for now and focused on the Hacker, reminding myself that a girl’s life was way more important than my disaster of a social life.

MC: I turned on my laptop but give me five minutes. I’ll go grab my tablet, but I also need to kill my roommate and find somewhere to hide the body and I haven’t totally decided what order I’m doing them in.

I took the full five minutes, maybe more, gathering up my tablet, throwing things at Annie, and counting backwards from ten as I poured myself a glass of water. The chill I’d gotten from my night out… and then in… had mostly evaporated, leaving behind mostly regret, frustration and exhaustion.

Finally, as over hydrated as I was over dramatic, I walked over to my phone and went back to the conversations I’d dropped.

I sent the Hacker more pictures of my devices, feeling silly. I probably should have questioned why he needed this information, but my strange blind spot for how unsettling his behavior should have been to me remained. 

He was quiet after getting the pictures, and I noticed my laptop mouse sliding across the screen. Assuming he was entertained for the time being, I figured I needed to check on Joe.

Joe: I’m sorry, should I not have asked her? Joe: I didn’t really consider how creepy that could look to you. 

As a window I’d never seen before opened on my laptop, I laughed bitterly. The irony was almost painful.

It took about ten minutes for him to access and do… something… to both my laptop and my tablet. In the meantime, I reassured Joe that my anger was directed at Annie for handing out my information without permission and not at him for asking. 

I tried to neither encourage nor discourage his attentions, wanting to buy myself time to think. The idea of putting my dating life (what dating life?) on hold for a kidnapping case in Germany seemed absurd, and yet I was considering just that. 

???: MC, I’ve secured both the tablet and laptop you indicated. Your phone was completed when we first made contact.

MC: Okay, thanks. MC: Actually hold on. MC: What did you do, anyway? MC: I mean, too late now, but I should probably ask.

???: Well, the data we have been working to access is of a sensitive nature and origin. To protect both Hannah’s privacy and your safety, it would be best if no one knew we were doing so.

MC: Awesome. You’ll warn me before I do anything that’s a felony, right?

???: The laws in your jurisdiction may be different than in mine.

MC: Perfect.

???: I never hid the danger of what we are doing.

MC: I know, I know. Sorry. I’m a bitch right now and just questioning all of my life choices.

???: Such as the murder?

MC: What? MC: Oh. MC: Annie. No, that I’m 100% sure of. She deserved it and she knows it. I’m pretty sure she gets off on making me want to kill her.

???: That sounds like an unfortunate preference.

MC: Wait, was that a joke?

???: Possibly.

MC: I laughed. But considering my sense of humor, that probably doesn’t mean much.

???: Your chats have made that rather clear.

MC: Ouch. I’m a delight. 😎

The Hacker didn’t reply right away. Even though he was still online, I figured the conversation was over, so I begged off to Joe with a headache and started to make a late breakfast/early lunch with what few dishes remained clean after Annie’s mission of destruction earlier.

It was because of this distraction that I didn’t notice his next question for almost ten minutes.

???: Is there a reason for the lights? ???: At your desk, that is. 

I looked over at the lights in question and smiled. 

MC: I guess just for fun. I spend more time here than anywhere else in my life, and we don’t bother to decorate for Christmas so I just repurposed the lights. MC: Why not?

???: Those generally provide very little light.

MC: Yeah, but they’re pretty.

I walked over to my desk and turned them on, sending another picture with a wider view, showing my entire office-corner.

MC: See? Pretty!

???: Of course. ???: :)

??? is offline.

Of all the things I expected him to judge me for, having twinkle lights behind my desk wasn’t one of them. Did this man have no sense of whimsy?

__

The Hacker logged off immediately after I’d sent the prescription, which seemed to be his pattern any time after we had something that could loosely be considered a friendly conversation. He hadn’t even given anything away this time, short of maybe revealing a disdain for my interior decorating. Though considering he had gotten mad at himself for giving away his hair color and interest in the mystery surrounding my involvement, who the hell knew what he considered personal information. 

Not for the first time, I mentally shook my head and thought that guy is so strange.

The same thought occurred to me again while Jessy was telling me about Cleo nearly breaking into the garage. I knew he’d see this as a good sign, continuing proof that she liked me. Especially coming to me first, even before Richy.

For me, though, it made my heart a bit heavy. The stress and fear had started to splinter them, and they were all wearing down around the edges. Even Jessy hadn’t reached out about any random thoughts or silly observations for a couple of days, and I worried her bubbly personality would break down under the strain. The loss of trust in her friends could only make that worse.

I knew, for the investigation, turning on each other might be a good thing. It could make things more difficult, too, since I knew there would come a time where I’d need to look at places outside of just Hannah’s cat pictures and I’d need them to do the leg work. But when they were tight, ranks closed, it was harder to get them to share the other’s secrets.

But eventually, the investigation would end. One way or another, this limbo they were trying to navigate had to change. Even if, or especially if, one of them was the culprit, they’d ultimately need to lean on each other to keep from completely falling apart. 

So when Jessy asked me to get Cleo to tell Richy, my initial instinct was to refuse. Not only did she have no reason to listen to me, but for investigation purposes, it was only important that I knew what Cleo had done, not Richy. It felt outside of the bounds of my role, like I was meddling in their lives rather than finding their friend. 

But ultimately, I’d already gotten involved when I told Thomas about the body, hadn’t I? I’d tried to let Jessy lean on me, take some of the burden. I wanted to protect her, and I knew I’d become fond of her. 

I sighed, knowing I was going to do it but wanting to at least pretend, if only to myself, that I might refuse. 

Cleo adding Lilly, still the most unknown of the group, to the chat reminded me that there was a body, which I’d somehow managed to relegate to the back of my mind. It was easier, I guess, when it wasn’t in your own backyard. More like hearing it on the news, or on a true crime podcast. But the misery dripping from their tones made it clear just how real it was for them.

The stilted, uncomfortable conversation ended before it really began, a formality more than anything, and I suspected Lilly would remain a mystery for a while longer. 

___

Cleo’s perspective on Hannah intrigued me. On the surface, it really wasn’t different than what I’d heard from anyone else. She was great, her life was great, her friends were great, everyone loved her.

Still, I couldn’t escape the feeling that there was something under that for Cleo. She didn’t want to be jealous of Hannah, and maybe she even didn’t think she was. But, growing up, the one time I had a close friend that wasn’t a guy, there was a similar undercurrent for us. A kind of competition, an awareness that people might be comparing us, and that neither of us were totally sure who was ahead. 

I was well aware that wasn’t the case in most friendships among women, I’d never intentionally avoided making girl friends or anything. But certain personalities just kind of had that friction together, like static electricity. Generally harmless, but sometimes it caught you off guard. 

I tabled that for now, aware I may be projecting myself into Cleo just because of how highly she praised Hannah’s life. 

When the conversation moved to the Hacker, I was a bit caught off guard to realize that I actually knew more about him, small as that may be, than the rest of the group. I guess because I was constantly digging and trying to find what they knew that I didn’t, I hadn’t expected that there was something to the situation that I was more aware of. 

I guess it was easier to trust a mystery than a suspect. 

Maybe it was that realization, plus Richy’s rather blunt, unexpected categorization of the body as a murder victim that helped push me into confronting Cleo like Jessy asked. I’d intended to wait a little bit more, this was still our first real conversation, but the word “murder” slammed into me and took my breath away, and I needed to know now what she’d been doing. 

Her explanation seemed plausible enough, and rather in-line with the stress cracks I’d been worrying about earlier. The combination of a missing friend and a found body had to be wearing deep on her. On all of them, really.

I just wish they’d all stop acting so suspiciously.

___

I didn’t really know how I felt about Cleo’s sudden determination to go investigate on her own. On one hand, it was good to have someone who seemed at least somewhat interested in giving me information go out and search. On the other hand, that meant that everything I’d learn would be second hand, and I didn’t trust Cleo to tell me everything nearly as much as I did with Jessy.

I knew nothing I could do would convince her, though, so I pointed her to Mrs. Sully first and wrote down the names she’d mentioned in a new notebook I’d bought just for this.

Something about the ease with which the Hacker saw everything I did unsettled me. Not because of the access he had— it should be unsettling, I reminded myself for about the thousandth time— but because if he hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have known he had it. It didn’t seem like the rest of the group was aware, either. I’d avoided telling them about the voyeuristic access he’d granted me, but it made me wonder just how many times I’d considered a conversation private when it turned out not to be.

Since having that realization, I’d found myself drifting a bit away from digital. For now, it seemed like the Hacker had done whatever he could to plug up any holes that might let someone in, but I couldn’t help the nagging fear that if the kidnapper wasn’t someone from the group, and none of them had given out my number, than the call I’d gotten pointed to a leak SOMEWHERE. If not human, was it technological?

So for now, pen it is. I had a shredder, work had required us to get one at the start of the shut down when they considered working from home a short-term thing so they didn’t want to make the full transition from paper process to electronic. Mostly I just used it for credit card offers and bills now, but it could come in handy if things got serious.

The Hacker’s paranoia is rubbing off on me, no one’s peeking at my notebooks.

Spy mode conversations were a pain to keep up with, so I missed Jessy and Richy’s exchange until my fellow creep chimed in with his frustrations about them keeping things off the grid. I grinned a little but didn’t mention my newfound paranoia.

I reassured him that I had absolutely no idea what Richy could be telling her— outside of maybe finding my social media I had no idea what source he’d have for anything about me that Jessy didn’t already know— and that Jessy would probably tell me. 

He probably just thinks I’m annoying or something. Which, I mean, still not hard to figure out.

I bit back the retort that he’d have seen any ammunition I could have possibly given Richy against me, being that he read every word I said. I enjoyed giving him shit for it, but since we were discussing a conversation we both weren’t supposed to be reading, it seemed a bit hypocritical. 

I was a lot of things, but I usually tried not to be a hypocrite. I wasn’t particularly good at it, but I tried.

I’m not sure anything could have prepared me for him coming out of nowhere and quoting Jessy’s words to Richy moments ago.

Immediate connection? What the fuck does that mean? As far as I could tell, he kind of just tolerated me, and not even all that well sometimes. I couldn’t even think of the last conversation we had where it didn’t kind of seem like he was ending it to escape me, he either didn’t get or completely ignored about 95% of my dirty jokes, and he’d clearly regretted every piece of information about himself he’d revealed to me.

Connection? I clearly was not the only one who needed to get out more…

___

Even knowing it was stupid, I was still rather distracted through Cleo’s call about Hannah’s trip to the pharmacy. Distantly, I knew it had to be related to the prescription, and later I’d come up with theories around all kinds of salacious possibilities— abortion, overhearing a secret, seeing an ex— but at the moment I just kept getting stuck on the word connection.

It didn’t feel like anything had happened to cause a connection. At least Jessy and I had swapped stories and goals and giggled over stupid jokes. I didn’t even know this guy’s name.

But I couldn’t deny that there really wasn’t a rational explanation for my behavior towards him, either. He could have made my life an actual living hell with the access I’d given over without a second thought. I hadn’t thought to check, but I probably had something approaching nudes in my camera roll— real ones, not the nerd kind— and those would definitely be worth blackmailing me with since they’d tank any chance I’d ever have of getting back into teaching if I chose. I know I had plenty of mentions of drugs, stupid choices I’d made. And that’s not to mention my bank information.

I handed all that over on a silver platter. Could that blind, stupid trust be explained by the word connection?

Ugh, was he just fucking with me to get back at me for the dinner comment when he’d asked for pictures?

I forced myself to focus back on the topic at hand, and listened to Cleo tell me what the motel owner’s son had said about Hannah. She was more distressed by the reference to a dead girl, of course, but my mind stuck on the man without a face comment. My life had definitely gained a few of those lately.

We batted around the idea of a mask, though I also wondered for half a second if he just meant he didn’t see it. Until Cleo mentioned the legend, at least.

Great. What is the Scooby gang without a ghost?

I decided that if nothing else, discussing the legend with Jessy might cheer her up— we’d discussed how much she loved horror and legends— even though I was skeptical of it having much to add to the investigation. 

After seeing how much excitement she got from telling the story, I made a mental note to plan a horror movie night with her one day soon to keep her mind off of everything. Maybe I’d even invite Annie. Maybe.

Richy was oddly hesitant to even consider the legend’s place in the whole situation, which made sense. I didn’t believe in the supernatural, I wasn’t superstitious or even religious. But it seemed like that legend was pretty integrated into the lore of their little town, so the idea of someone mimicking the legend didn’t feel too absurd, especially after the threatening call.

___

I got extremely skittish when Jessy asked me about my relationship to the Hacker. I tried to convince myself it was because I didn’t want them to see me as a spy—even though I kind of was— but it was also just way too soon after the bomb he dropped before, as always, taking off.

Wrong-footed, I’m sure I came off suspicious as hell and tried to change the subject. When she pressed on, I tried to smooth things over a bit by keeping it non-committal and calling him “different”.

Jesus, please be away from your computer for once…

Of course, being Jessy and having talked to me enough, she pressed me to explain more. I didn’t think telling her about our strange relationship would help anything, but for a crazy second I considered telling her. It wasn’t like I could tell anyone else, explaining the kidnapping and my role would distract from the parts I was struggling with. And I really wanted someone’s opinion. 

What would she have to say about the “connection”? Or about how reluctant he was to share anything, and yet sometimes rose to the bait I threw out? Would she see his silences as confirmation of his annoyance and frustration?

I knew that not only would she be upset with the amount I talk to (and think about) him, but that revealing anything about him or our communication would betray his trust, so I bit my tongue. It wasn’t worth it.

Her revealing that the others didn’t trust me didn’t surprise me any. I wouldn’t trust me, I was baffled by the fact that she trusted me. They should be more suspicious of me, and the fact that they weren’t was, frankly, suspicious. I didn’t want to make my life any harder than it already was by saying so, but no one I’d talked to recently was winning any medals on internet safety.

Jessy was better than he was about smalltalk, so I found myself enjoying our conversation and letting it distract me from the rather baffling information I’d had thrown at me recently. I needed a little bit of a rest from puzzles for a while.

____

The horror movie night with Jessy ended up being pretty entertaining. The movies were mediocre and a bit cheesy, but the woman herself was really the main draw of the evening.

Surprisingly, Annie had agreed. She was neither big on horror nor crazy about boring nights in, but I think she still felt a little bad for how down I’d seemed lately and also insatiably curious about the new “friends” that had been taking up so much of my attention.

I’d almost forgotten that she knew nothing about the truth of how I knew these people, so it wasn’t until ten minutes before the planned call that I sent a rather frantic message.

MC: So um. MC: My roommate thinks we met on a role playing forum.

Jessy: What??? 🤣

MC: What would you have recommended I tell her?

Jessy: 🤦🏻‍♀️

MC: I’m sorry! I’m not good at lyinggg.

Jessy: Wait what kind of roleplaying?

MC: NOT LIKE THAT.

Jessy: Okay have you talked to you?

MC: The nerd kind, god. MC: Kind of like Dungeons and Dragons. MC: Not just dungeons. MC: No dice though.

Jessy: ahhhhhhhhhh

MC: You like writing right? Just pretend it’s like that. 

Jessy: Dork.

MC: Wasn’t I a perv ten seconds ago?

Jessy: You still are.

MC: Please, I’ll owe you! I’m pretty sure my friends would take my phone if I told them I was getting mixed up in some German kidnapping case. 

Jessy: Fine. I get to pick both movies.

MC: Ugh.

With that settled, we loaded up some service that let us sync our movies and I used my tablet to call Jessy. 

After introducing the two women, they hit it off pretty much right away. I hadn’t really expected that— they were very different— but I had to admit that Jessy was hard not to like immediately. 

For someone with such a love for all things horror, Jessy was the worst person at handling the tension that I’d ever met. She screamed at every single jump scare, and spilled her popcorn all over herself halfway through the first movie. It wasn’t just from surprise, either, there was genuine terror in her voice more than once, and she watched the climax of the second movie through her fingers.

“Are you just a masochist?” I teased Jessy as Annie stood up and cracked her back, sore from sitting in one spot for so long.

Jessy blushed a little and protested. “No! It’s just such a rush, I don’t know. I hated being scared as a kid. Even normal stuff, I’d run away if I got scared. One year all of my friends decided we should go sledding. We climbed the biggest hill we could find and stood at the top. But by the time it was my turn I got scared. They were all screaming, and it was so cold. I tried to back out. My friend just pushed me though. I was so mad and scared, but it was the most fun I’d ever had. I yelled at her, but became kind of an adrenaline junky after that.”

That kind of matched what I’d seen of Jessy so far. She was cautious at first, but got over it faster than anyone I’d ever seen. And once she was in, she was in. 

My own risk tolerance tended to be pretty low. I was good at convincing myself that something wouldn’t be an issue, but if that failed, I usually wouldn’t get the courage to go on.

So the almost hidden type of strength she had was unfathomable to me. She felt, expressed, and faced her fears all without question. It made me want to hide her away, protect her from those fears. But she’d never be happy with that, she thrived in that fear.

So instead, I’d do my best to face them with her.

___

Of course, the peace could only last for a day or two before the group started their shady bullshit again. This time it was Dan, which didn’t surprise me at all, and Thomas, which did surprise me a bit. So far Thomas had seemed like a devoted, devastated partner.

I’d brushed off his abrupt disappearance after I’d told him about the body. I’d publicly agreed with Dan just to placate him, but I didn’t really see much wrong with needing time alone. Hell, I probably would have locked myself in a closet to cry for a while, and there’s no way I’d be up for dealing with people. So I cut him some slack, even when it seemed like everyone else saw it as a bad sign.

But as always when I try to give the benefit of the doubt, it didn’t take long for me to be proven wrong.

The fact that they went so far to avoid details and specifics made my heart sink. They didn’t know about the spy mode, so they had no reason to be cagey unless they were concerned about it being used as evidence against them later.

Cool.

The Hacker, of course, was reading along as well and was even more suspicious than I was. Though, to be fair, he was more suspicious about just about everything than I was. I imagine he hasn’t taken a break from his paranoia in a very long time.

We next discussed Dan’s equally sketchy conversation with someone named Poke, and I only let myself be distracted by the name Poke for about ten seconds before getting serious again. The Hacker agreed to find the number, I pretended to be good at people, and I tried to put the weird behavior out of my mind for a little while.

Seeing Jessy posting pictures of Richy work, I decided to distract myself by harassing her a little.

MC: Making a collection? 🤣

Jessy: ?

MC: Looks like you and Richy are having fun at work. MC: I don’t usually snap pictures of my boss!

Jessy: 😤 Jessy: It’s good advertising! 

MC: On your own page rather than the shop’s?

Jessy: Be nice.

MC: Never. MC: How’s your day been? MC: Have any nightmares from our marathon?

Jessy: Nope, of course not! They weren’t that scary!

MC: I was shocked you didn’t piss yourself. 🤭

Jessy: Well I didn’t. I had fun.

MC: Good, me too. I don’t just chill like that much anymore.

Jessy: Why not? Your roommate seemed to enjoy it too.

MC: You caught her on a rare night in. She’s more of a party animal. MC: And you saw how well that worked out for me last time.

Jessy: THAT’S RIGHT. I never made you spill about that.

MC: Wasn’t a big deal, we had more important stuff going on.

Why did I have to bring it up? Now she’d never let it go, of course.

Jessy: So what were these bad choices? Jessy: And why did they have you getting home in the middle of the night?

MC: Ugh, nothing. I just went out with Annie and drank too much.

Jessy: And?

MC: And I get bad hangovers.

Jessy: Right, so what’s his name?

MC: How do you know there’s a he?

Jessy: Okay, what’s their name then? Stop deflecting! 😂

MC: God you’re stubborn. MC: Joe. MC: I guess he knows Annie. I didn’t know that until she gave him my number.

Jessy: Ooooh so he’s been texting you? 🤭

MC: I mean. Sometimes. I’m online pretty much constantly and he can see that.

Jessy: Are you going to see him again?! 

MC: I don’t know, maybe? I haven’t had a whole lot of free time lately. Trying to focus on work, and you guys. Hannah.

Jessy: Come on, you’ve got to make time for yourself! Jessy: Especially if you enjoyed yourself.

MC: I feel like no matter how I answer that you’re going to run with it.

Jessy: Since when are you reluctant to talk about sex?

Since I’m reasonably sure I’m being judged in real-time by a very repressed hacker?

MC: 😫 MC: I don’t know, I guess I just feel silly. I told you I don’t usually do one-night stands, and I never go home with guys I meet at clubs.

Jessy: So? If he’s texting you that’s not really a one-night thing is it?

MC: I guess not… MC: Look, if he texts again I’ll agree to dinner or something maybe.

Jessy: So noncommittal.

MC: I dunno why I’m so against it really.

Jessy: Wait, is it about that hacker?

MC: What???

Jessy: You said you liked him.

MC: I didn’t mean like that!

Jessy: Well you said you like dark and brooding men. Jessy: And bossy ones.

MC: I said I like men who are Dominant. Not bossy ones.

Jessy: Isn’t that the same thing?

MC: No. 

MC: I like being bossed around in bed, not all the time.

Jessy: 😳

MC: I’m not being blamed for that one, you asked!

Jessy: 😘 Jessy: Still.

MC: I don’t even know his name, Jessy. Not exactly a good basis for a relationship. MC: Plus, you know. I like for my partners to be on the same continent as me.

Jessy: Oh right. Jessy: I always forget you’re so far away. Jessy: I still want you to visit soon though!

MC: Definitely. It’ll be a bit, I’m pretty broke. But I want to meet you for real.

Jessy: But seriously, go text Joe. Get to know him. Why not?

MC: Yes, Mom.

Jessy: 😆 Jessy: Gotta go, I think Richy’s done with the car. Go text him!

Jessy is offline.

I chuckled, then thought a bit about what she said. Not the part about the Hacker, I refused to dwell on that in the slightest. 

But she wasn’t wrong about Joe. It’d been a while since I was in a relationship, and while I didn’t know enough about him to know if I was even interested in that, it might not hurt to find out.

I went to his message thread and pondered what to say. I’d asked people out on dates before— I’d been way less shy as a teen— but it had been a long time. Still, he’d made his interest clear so I really didn’t know why I just couldn’t think of how to go about it.

A message pulled me out of my thoughts and gave me an excuse to put things off for a bit longer.

???: Hello, MC.

MC: Hi, sorry, haven’t gotten anything else decrypted yet. Struggling a bit with this last one.

???: I am still working on the prescription and getting the phone number. You have time.

MC: Oh, thanks.

I stared at the chat window for a moment, unsure. He wasn’t writing anything more, and he hadn’t really said anything to begin with. Was he waiting for something? Finally, I caved. I hate awkward silences. 

MC: How was your day?

I winced. I’d have had better luck thinking of something to say to Joe.

???: Uneventful. There are a few things that have required my attention, but not many.

MC: Oh, I see, you’re bored. I was wondering why you texted 🤣

???: I saw you were online and remembered that you enjoy smalltalk. 

MC: And your skills at it are legendary.

???: Exactly.

MC: Well I guess you wowed us with the deserted island last time, so let me think of something. Hold on.

I quickly swapped to my browser and typed “silly questions to ask”. When the auto fill completed it with “your significant other”, I prayed he wasn’t watching and pressed it anyway.

MC: Right, okay. If you could turn into any animal, what would you choose and why?

???: That’s two questions. 

MC: So you’ll get to ask two. 

The silence this time was less uncomfortable. I knew my question wasn’t any worse than his had been, and his protests were more to buy himself time than anything. He seemed like the sort who didn’t like looking like he didn’t have an answer for everything.

???: An owl, I suppose.

MC: Should have called that one. So, why?

???: Mmh. They have amazing night vision and range of vision. They’re virtually silent at night, and excellent predators.

MC: So you pick an animal who can see everything while being nearly invisible. 🤭 MC: Well at least it’s less obvious than bringing your computer to our island. 

???: I also did a report on owls as a child and thought they were fascinating. ???: Now it is your turn.

MC: Crap I forgot to think while I was harassing you. MC: I should probably say a cat, because I love cats and they sleep like 16 hours per day which I’m jealous of. But it’d have to be a house cat, I’d suck as a stray. They just look so sad. MC: But a well-cared for house cat has pretty much the best life. MC: And it’s basically a cliche that they’re going to be bitchy and standoffish, and how perfect is that?

???: So not a lap cat, then?

MC: Depends on my mood. I’m sure I’d be snuggly occasionally. But no one would be that shocked when I smack them and run away.

???: I would think that there are many who would not be surprised if you were to do that now.

MC: Yeah but they would be when I climbed into their lap and started kneading them in the first place.

???: Possibly true.

I grinned at my phone stupidly, imagining that he’d probably go catatonic if I did that to him.

MC: Your turn.

???: Right. ???: What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?

I froze for a second, thinking, then opened the list I’d found on Google again. Yep, there it was, a few away from the question I’d used. 

Snickering, I filed that away for later.

MC: Depends on how rainy I guess. As a kid I’d go out and play in it but my mom always yelled at me. So now I like to read and listen to it on the roof if I have time. You know, blanket nest, tea, the works. MC: Now that I work from home I don’t really leave my house much, so rain is less inconvenient than it used to be.

???: That sounds like the answer a house cat would give. ???: I suppose I work from home as well, technically. ???: I generally don’t treat rainy days any differently than sunny ones if I don’t need to go outside. If I do, I just grab an umbrella.

MC: Very owl. 😂

???: :)

??? is offline.

Later, I’d marvel at the timing and wonder if he’d seen Jessy tell me to message Joe and jumped in to distract me, or if I was just reading way too much into his sudden onset boredom.

Either way, I’d also be able to trace this back to the day that I stopped being able to convince myself I wasn’t falling for him.

___

The next conversation we’d have would, of course, not be as pleasant. He’d managed to clear up the name of the medication. An SSRI. 

At first, I was totally unfazed. Nothing anyone had told me about her implied depression, but hey, she was clearly receiving treatment so maybe the meds were working and keeping her stable. If anything, I was jealous. Even fully medicated, my friends would never describe me as cheerful and happy as hers did.

I’d learned early on that when your personality shares several traits in common with depression, there’s only so much meds can do.

No, what caught me off guard was when the Hacker didn’t know what they were. Maybe I’d gotten used to him knowing everything, but it unsettled me. I played along, even making a bet I could figure out what it was faster. Until I won, I think I held out hope that he was testing me, maybe. But he didn’t seem like the sort who let himself lose often.

I was vocal about my mental health. I discussed it openly with friends, family, and even colleagues if the subject came up. Being embarrassed as a teenager, and putting off treatment to avoid the stigma, had nearly killed me and I was determined to do my part now. So a sense of shame burned through me as I pretended to not know anything about it now.

Maybe they’re even less open about it in Germany? I wondered. I knew America’s attitude toward mental health had only started changing in the last decade or so, and it was totally possible that it just wasn’t discussed elsewhere. But in that moment, I was scared to admit just how deeply I could understand Hannah.

He denied so… vehemently… that she could possibly be depressed. It was like the idea repulsed him, and I remembered that burning in my chest I’d felt after my first public panic attack, in school, when my classmates treated me like a freak for not being able to do something as simple as handle my own emotions. I remembered my dad, after the third day I’d just stared at them blankly when they tried to get me up, that letting me stay home was just giving me what I wanted and they needed to just drag me to school. Even if it meant going in unwashed pajamas. Trying to convince my friends that my meds were birth control, because that seemed cooler than antidepressants.

This time, when he logged off, I just hung my head and cried.

___

After a good cry, I made myself a grilled cheese and soup as comfort food. I made some lemon tea to go with it, and turned on some trashy reality TV. Curling my legs under me on the couch, I pondered Hannah as someone on the television screamed at their friend about something.

This was the closest I’d felt to her so far. Before this, she’d been a name, some pictures, and a collection of stories that had the rosey tinge of “don’t speak ill of the dead”, like the way they talk about the victims on crime documentaries.

They were perfect, they were loved, and no one would have done this.

This small crack— a hidden one, if the Hacker’s reaction was anything to go by— threw her into the harsh light of reality in the way nothing her friends had said so far really could have. She’d been real, in a way no photo shoot or anecdote would ever express. 

I pulled out my phone and started the next decryption in earnest. If the body wasn’t hers, if she was still somewhere in the dark, without her meds, she was bound to be suffering.

My discovery was simultaneously shocking and expected. At first, it seemed to have the cadence of poetry, but on second glance I realized it was more of a stream of consciousness. Unfiltered, it didn’t have the careful consideration and selected wording that poems so often did.

I’d been violating her privacy for weeks now, even discovered medical information, and this was the first time I felt like I’d gone too far.

Guess this confirms the depression, I mused, reading through the entry a second time. 

“Today is a horrible day for me.”

I sent it to the Hacker with some concern. I didn’t imagine this would help his state of mind much. It was one thing to find out how much she needed help, it was another to be confronted with it so clearly.

Still, I’d promised to send him everything.

___

I was rinsing the bowl from my soup when Cleo told me her plan to escalate from hopping fences to breaking and entering. (Did it count as breaking and entering if they’d told you where the key was? Probably.) 

Since I was an accomplice already, I relaxed into letting myself study the apartment. It was clean and organized in a way I never managed with my own place— goddamn, when she was found I really needed to find out what meds she was on— and I was impressed she could afford a place like that on her own. 

The sound of the door opening interrupted my musings, and I whisper-yelled to Cleo to hide. The sharp reminder that the legality of the situation wasn’t the biggest danger slapped me in the face, and I watched helplessly as the connection was lost.

NEXT

#duskwood mc #duskwood fanfic #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood #duskwood fandom #duskwood episode 10 #duskwood everbyte

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Movies in 2022 Summary Post

Top 10 Newly Released in the U.S. Movies - 2022

Tár 

RRR

Everything Everywhere All at Once

Nope

Top Gun Maverick

The Worst Person in the World

Avatar 2

The Fabelmans

After Yang

Decision to Leave

Top 5 Old Movies I Saw for the First Time in 2022

The Martin Scorsese short film What’s a Nice Girl Like You Doing in a Place Like This (1963)

Celine and Julie Go Boating (1974)

Black Christmas (1974) (absolutely *not* the remake)

In the Line of Duty 4 (1989)

Spencer (2021)

Honorary Mention:  Watching all the Twilight sequels finally, and in particular, Breaking Dawn, Part I, which I thought was the most...  memorable of the movies. 

Worst Movie:  Wakanda Forever.  I thought they blew it, in every conceivable way (except they’re continuing to have Winston Duke in those movies, though even then, not enough Duke).

Favorite Performance from Some Guy:  Benny Safdie snatching Claire Denis’s Stars at Noon in the middle away from the stars of that movie.

Favorite Performance from Some Lady:  Setting aside Blanchett and Michelle Yeoh, of course-- Annie Mumolo in Confess, Fletch, taking over that movie entirely in her scene with Jon Hamm.

Favorite Scene: Colin Farrell drinking tea with a robot in After Yang.

Biggest Audience Reaction:  I didn’t see RRR in the theaters, so for me, the biggest reaction I saw was actually the Christian girl scene in The Fabelmans.  People cheered Lynch, but that scene had my audience in its hands. 

Favorite Action Moment:  RRR is RRR, and I'm not denying RRR, but for me... it was the 10 seconds or so of the Crab mech chasing the little kids in Avatar 2.  I don’t know why.  I just... I knew intellectually the kids were safe, but I simultaneously on a visceral level was like “fucking run!  run from the crab robot, kids!  crabs hate humanoids, we all know this!”  That was the moment where I really locked in on “Oh, Cameron’s just the best to ever do action” that I walked away from that movie with... 

Favorite Line of Dialogue:  it’s a pretty basic answer, but I'm just going with “I’m Petra’s father.”  Just the delight you could feel from the ladies in my audience, during that movie... 

Closest I Came to Sobbing: the rock scene in EEAO.  

Furthest I was from Sobbing:  Wakanda Forever. A guy actually died and still, I got nothing out of that movie. They just really blew it every which way... 

Best Surprise:  Ke Huy Quan, in EEAO.    

Worst Surprise:  I liked the movie but if you could’ve seen the fucking look on my face when The Worst Person in the World turned out to be about the romantic failures of a sad Gen-X man who’s interested in comic books no one likes, and old songs no one listens to anymore...  I thought that movie was going to be about a girl or something!  No warning!  No quarter asked, none given...

5 Movies I Didn’t Get Around to in Order of How Much I’m Guessing I’ll Dig Them (I missed more than this, but these were the 5 where I was most like, oh damn...):

Causeway-- Turned this one on to see Brian Tyree Henry go, but had to turn it off due to bad timing...

The Menu

The Eternal Daughter 

Triangle of Sadness

Banshees of Inisherin

My Guess for Oscar for Best Picture:  I think Top Gun Maverick will win, which I have no objection to.  The politics are somewhere on the spectrum between “silly”-to-”very bad”, but having seen it a second time now, it’s... I think what they’ll want to celebrate come Oscar night-- one, financial success when the industry’s starved for it, and two, big Hollywood emotional storytelling that actually connected with people, not just lame dorks or goody-goodies, and three, it’s an example of the primacy of the theatrical experience, when everyone is terrified that’ll go away, and four, it’s a Movie Star movie, in an era when movie stars are ceasing to have meaning (or we’re ceasing to be able to generate them anyways, and over-investing instead in people who aren’t stars like Margot Robbie or the MCU actors).  The only strike it has is that it’s a sequel (plus, it has Don Simpson’s name on it which makes me feel a way).  

Top 5 Movies I want to see in 2023 (Assuming Continuity of Life, Continuity of Civilization, Etc.):

Chris McQuarrie’s Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning Part I

Greta Gerwig’s Barbie

Wes Anderson’s Asteroid City

M. Night’s Knock at the Cabin

Peter Parker’s Into the Spiderverse 2

Anyways, those are my lists...

#movies I saw in 2022 #insomniyeah

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You Had Me At B Minor: Chapter 5

Chp 1 | Chp 2 | Chp 3 | Chp 4

Pairing: Jean Kirschtein x Marco Bodt

Other relationships: Reibert, Springles, Historia x Ymir, Levi x Hange, a smidge of Jearmin

Rating: Mature

Summary: Jean's band needs a new bass player. Cue freckled Jesus.

Warnings/tags: Long fic, slow burn, Jean POV, friends to lovers, British AU with cannon locations, northern Jean, Unsigned band AU, nonbinary Armin, I promise there will be smut eventually! drinking, mentions of death, descriptions of domestic violence, panic attacks, see start of each chapter for more specific trigger warnings

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Trigger warnings: Alcohol

Put your arms around somebody else And don't punish yourself, punish yourself The truth is like blood underneath your fingernails You don't wanna hurt yourself, hurt yourself By looking too closely

Connie and I finish at the bar around seven and rock up at Eren’s place a little after half eight. There’s always plenty of staff to work Saturdays so we usually get the evenings to ourselves.

I bang too hard on the door and it makes the side of my hand throb. Connie gives me a wary side-glance. I’ve been in an irritable mood all day. At first I put it down to lack of sleep. Usually I’m out like a light, but I couldn’t settle last night, tossing and turning every five minutes in a futile search for a comfortable position.

However, as the day drew on, I started to feel more and more ropey. Not hungover exactly (I didn’t drink that much) but definitely a tad worse for wear. I blame mixing my drinks. Or maybe I need to remember that I’m twenty fucking four and can’t expect the luxury of hangover-free nights out anymore. The thought makes me scowl as I wait for someone to answer the door. It sounds like there’s already quite a few people inside, so I don’t know what’s taking so fucking long.

“S’up dickholes!” Eren yells swinging the door open.

“Hey man!” Connie lifts Eren off the floor with a hug that practically squeezes the life out of him.

“Alright cockgobbler?” I grumble.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it Jean,” Eren wheezes, still held aloft by Connie.

I respond with an eye-roll.

“What the fuck happened to your face Con?”

“A demented elbow in a mosh pit is what happened!” Connie squeaks, putting Eren down as his weedy arms finally give up.

The bruising is nowhere near as bad as I was expecting, just a bit of purple splodging under one eye.

“We the last one’s here?” he asks.

He sounds completely nonchalant, but I know better. He’s trying to find out if Sasha’s here yet.

“Yeah, pretty much everyone’s here except you two. C’mon get yourselves a drink.”

Pretty much everyone. Does that include Marco?

I don’t see him as I enter the kitchen and sling my bag of beer on the counter. Armin, Historia and Mikasa are quick to greet us with enthusiastic ‘hi’s and hugs. I don’t know everyone I can see, but I recognise a couple of guys from Eren’s work chatting on breakfast stools. Oluo and Gunther I think they’re called.

I crack open two bottles for me and Connie and head into the living room to see if Marco’s here. He isn’t, but Sasha is, chatting rather cosily on the sofa with a hunky blonde dude Eren works with. Already anticipating a bad reaction, I turn to push Connie back into the kitchen but he’s already seen.

Shit.

The cheeky smile and bright eyes snap into a furrowed brow and tight mouth. Sasha’s eyes lock onto us and she practically leaps across the sofa to get some distance between her and…I wanna say Eld? She gets to her feet and walks over, though she looks a bit unsteady, slightly tipsy already. Eld puffs out an exasperated breath and joins a serious looking girl on the adjacent sofa. I’ve met her once before. She's doing a PhD with Armin. I’m sure she's called Annie.

“Hey!” Sasha says with a too-big smile, her cheeks flushed, though I can’t tell if it’s embarrassment or alcohol related.

I sense Connie tensing up beside me. He forces out a quiet, “…Hey.”

Christ this is so fucking awkward. “Hey…” Say something. “Err…” Seriously, anything! “…You, err…you been here long?” What the fuck kind of dumbass question is that!?

“Err…yeah I guess. Mikasa and Armin picked me up and we were the first ones here. You guys been at work?”

Connie says nothing. He doesn’t even look at us. Just sips his beer and scowls. Sasha and I waffle on about nothing in particular for a few more minutes before she speaks directly to him, trying (and failing) to drag him into the conversation.

“You okay Connie? Your face looks a little bruised. What happened?”

“ ’M fine. Mosh pit. I’m going to get another drink.”

He stomps back into the kitchen. I don’t try to stop him. The others can deal with his shitty mood for a bit. God knows I’ll be bearing the brunt of it at home later. I tentatively turn back to Sasha, who let’s out a long breath.

“Well that went well,” she deadpans. I can’t help the little snort that escapes me.

“Listen don’t worry about it. His dad’s been a bit ill and he’s had to work extra shifts so he's not been himself this week,” I half-lie.

Christ, she’s barely been back five minutes and you’re already slipping into your old role of mediator between these two!

“What’s new with you anyway? You and the girls make it home in one piece the other night?” I tease.

“Oi!” she reprimands, punching me in the arm and by miracle of miracles, I manage to lighten the mood.

We grab the now vacant sofa and laugh about everything that happened the other night at the bar. It’s funny how easily we fall back into the rhythm of our friendship, as though she’s never been away. Historia joins us with three amazing looking cocktails she’s whipped up for us.

“Oh my god, you absolute goddess,” I gush grabbing one from her.

My irritable mood dissipates a little more with each delicious sip. I should be cautious about drinking given how shitty I’ve felt all day, but my devilish side tells me that the solution is more alcohol. Hair of the dog and all that.

Fuck it. Let’s get fucking fucked!

We’re just getting up to get more drinks when Eren comes bounding into the room.

“Beer pong bitches! Get your asses in the kitchen!”

The fucker’s so excited he throws poor Historia over his shoulder with one arm and drags Sasha by the other.

“Waaaah! Eren!” Historia wails, but she’s laughing her head off all the way to the kitchen, even more so when Sasha smacks her playfully on the butt.

Mikasa and a tall, freckled girl I don’t know are just finishing setting up some cups on the central counter when we walk in, a measure of cheap beer in each one. Eren instructs us to split into three teams.

I groan inwardly when Sasha ends up on a team with Historia, Gunther and Eld. I don’t even need to look at Connie, I can feel the daggers he’s throwing both of them. Mikasa and the freckled girl (who it turns out is Mikasa’s friend, Ymir, from work) team up with me, Armin and Connie, leaving Annie with Eren and his other work mates.

Sasha’s team beat Eren’s in the first round so then it’s our team vs Eren’s. Annie’s amazing but the rest of them keep throwing too hard. It doesn’t take us long to claim victory, knocking them out of the game entirely. The final round will be our team vs Sasha’s, though everyone’s had their fair share of shitty beer by now. This should be interesting!

“Shit!!” I miss my first shot against Historia, who takes great delight landing hers straight after.

I knock back the beer with a grimace.

“That’s right take your medicine bitch!” she shouts, dancing on the spot and pointing at me.

“Oh it is fucking ON now,” I retort, my fiercely competitive streak running riot.

Historia, along with the rest of her team mates soon start to look worried though. Mikasa and Ymir are fucking bad-asses, landing their shots with deadly accuracy, even after drinking two cups apiece from the last round. I’m so fucking glad they’re on my team! Although it doesn’t save me from having to knock back two more cups of beer, each of my competitors hitting (in my opinion) extremely lucky shots. I loudly blame Historia’s cocktail for my shitty performance, swearing blind that she’s drugged me.

“You fucking wish Kirschtein!” she laughs.

Sasha’s tipsy demeanour, on the other hand, only seems to improve her game. She even manages to bounce the ball off FOUR fucking rims before landing it smack in the middle cup. Her team mates practically piss themselves with excitement, grabbing and hugging her. I just shout and scream curses.

Shit no! We need to win!

Eventually we’re a cup a piece. It all comes down to the skill of the next two players…and it’s Connie vs Eld.

Eld’s up first.

Destroy this motherfucker Connie.

We all stare him down as he arrogantly cricks his neck and stretches his shoulders.

C’mon Con. Wipe that stupid smirk off his fucking face.

He rolls the ball between his fingers, closes his fist and kisses it for good luck.

Miss miss fucking miss!

Stooping slightly, any bravado vanishes from his face, replaced with intense concentration as he lines up the shot. He’s taking this as seriously as I am. With a flick of his wrist he releases the ball, opting for a bounce shot instead of aiming straight at the target. He goes too hard and it bounces high in the air. Everyone collectively draws in a sharp breath, holding it while we wait to see where it will land.

It drops, bounces off one side of the rim, then the other, before bouncing off the table together.

“YES! FUCKING YES!” I scream.

Eld has his head in his hands as his team mates groan and curse. It all comes down to Connie now.

We all start with words of encouragement and prayers to the beer pong gods.

“C’mon Con!” I bark, massaging his shoulders.

They’re taut beneath my fingers and I know he means business. He’s not looking at Eld, instead staring intently at the lone cup before him. I half expect it to spontaneously combust the way he’s glaring at it.

Without breaking focus, he holds his hand out to the side, squeezing the ball when Armin obligingly drops it into his palm. He hunches down, then changes his mind and stands tall. His hand lunges forward a few times without relinquishing the ball.

One…two…release!

It soars across the table and lands with an elegant ‘plop’ in the centre of the cup. There’s a brief moment of silence before we erupt into hysterical screams, no-one quite believing it. Ymir sinks to her knees with a cry of affirmation, Armin and Mikasa grab each other screaming in triumph and I wrap my arms around Connie’s middle, hoisting him up and screeching along with my teammates.

“YES CON! YOU BEAUTIFUL MOTHER FUCKER YES!!” I’m so happy I could cry.

Eren bounds over to join in the love too. Then we all childishly turn to the defeated team and heckle them rotten. We’re so loud that I almost miss the doorbell ringing.

“Was that the door?” asks Eren.

“I’ll get it!” Armin shouts chirpily, letting go of Mikasa.

I chuckle to myself as I watch them skip merrily down the hallway; Armin always gets giddy when they’ve had a drink.

I turn back to Connie, my face sore from yelling and grinning. I expect to find him beaming at me, but he’s narrowing his eyes again as he watches Sasha give Eld a conciliatory hug.

Well his good mood lasted for all of five seconds.

I open two more of our beers and shove the bottle in his hand to distract him, clinking mine against his.

“My fucking hero,” I say with a stupid smile on my face.

He begrudgingly returns it.

I’m just wondering who’s at the door, but then I hear him and I know instantly. How can it be that I recognise Marco by voice alone when we’ve barely known each other a week? The thought doesn’t sit comfortably with me. I don’t want to dwell on the reason why. Then I remember who he’s bringing along and my soaring high from beer pong comes plummeting back down to Earth.

“You’ve just missed out on beer pong! Can I get you guys a drink?” Armin asks walking into the kitchen with Marco close behind.

“Yeah a beer please,” Marco replies.

Another guy follows him into the room.

So this is Marco’s boyfriend.

He’s shorter than Marco, though his weird hairdo adds a couple of extra inches. It’s a reddish-brown. Short, but a bit longer on the top and flicking in all sorts of crazy directions. I didn’t realise ‘poorly constructed bird’s nest’ was a trend right now.

Alright curb it with the bitchiness Kirschtein. You don’t even know the guy.

“What do you want Floch?”

Floch! What kind of dumbass name is that?

Said the boy with the French name who can’t speak a fucking word of it.

Fair point.

He glances in my direction but pays me no attention, unlike Marco who comes bounding over straight away like an excited Labrador.

“Hey!” He’s so fucking cute. Sorry, what?

I mistakenly open my arms for a hug but he stops short, so I cover by setting my drink down on the counter.

For fuck’s sake. Why are you such a dweeb?

“Hey, you alright?”

“Yeah good thanks. Oh this is my friend Floch.”

Friend? Not so official then.

“Floch this is Jean - one of the guys from the band I told you about.”

Knowing that Marco thinks enough of me to tell his boyfriend, makes me way happier than it should do. Floch offers me a hand.

“Nice to meet you John.”

Mother. Fucker.

“It’s JEAN,” I correct through gritted teeth, squeezing his hand.

Floch’s eyes flash almost imperceptibly. Marco’s dart nervously between the two of us. I decide to play nicely for his sake.

“Nice to meet you too. D’you guys need a drink?”

“Oh I think Armin’s just-”

“Armin certainly is! Here you go!”

As if on cue, Armin’s face pops between the two them, a beer in each hand.

“Thanks,” Marco says politely, while Floch just takes his and starts swigging.

He could just be nervous but it seems kind of rude.

“You guys had a good night?” asks Armin, moving to the other side of Marco.

Marco talks animatedly about their date night, which consisted of a restaurant serving ‘the best Thai food I’ve ever had’ and a trashy horror movie.

“You should’ve heard this guy scream,” Floch laughs. “It’s a good job I was there to hold his hand.”

Definitely not just friends then.

“Hey, you jumped just as much as I did!” Marco laughs, giving him a playful shove.

His hand lingers on his arm just a fraction longer than necessary, long fingers trailing lightly down Floch’s sleeve before settling back at his side again.

“S’cuse me,” I mutter brushing past Armin to get another drink.

I notice them give me a quizzical look out the corner of my eye (nothing gets passed you Armin) but purposely keep my head down, not wanting to invite a conversation about it.

Beer isn’t cutting it anymore. I need something stronger. My hand lands on a near-full bottle of Sailor Jerry’s. Yep. That’ll do. I grip the neck and drag it towards me. I can hear Connie behind me saying hi to Marco and introducing him to Mikasa and Historia. I mix myself a drink - half coke, half rum – and take a sip. It burns the shit out of my throat but it’s a welcome distraction from the clenching in my chest.

“Hey,” says a gentle voice. I turn to face Armin. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. You okay?” I say to deflect further questioning.

“You sure?”

Shit.

“Yeah totally fine,” I reply with what I hope is a believable smile and then quickly cover it by taking a sip of my drink.

We both turn and slouch against the kitchen bench, facing the others.

“Marco’s friend seems nice.”

“Boyfriend,” I say too sharply.

“Oh. I thought so but I wasn’t sure.”

Liar. You of all people would’ve picked up on that in two seconds flat.

“Yeah…”

Sasha’s introducing herself now. The corners of Marco’s eyes crease with laughter when she enthusiastically asks him if he’s Italian.

“Sort of actually. My grandmother was from Italy,” he replies.

“What really?” Floch cuts in. “Well that explains the amazing rigatoni you made the other night.”

“Yeah it’s a Bodt family recipe.”

“Jeez Italian blood and he can cook. Why haven’t you introduced us sooner Connie?” Historia jibes playfully.

Everyone chuckles, but the way Floch snakes his arm around Marco’s waist doesn’t go unnoticed. Not by me at least.

“You want another drink?” I say to Armin, mainly so I have an excuse to turn around and keep my hands busy.

“Oh. No thanks. I think I need to pace myself a bit after beer po-”

“Naaah c’mon, have a Sailor Jerry’s with me. It’s really fucking good.”

Please. Any excuse not to turn back round.

“Alright,” they relent. “Just don’t make it very strong…I said not strong!”

“It’s not strong! That’s a normal measurement! I do work in a bar y’know,” I say, adding the coke and nudging Armin cheekily in the shoulder.

“You’ll put Springer’s out of business if you keep giving out measurements like that!” they smirk, shoving me back with their hip.

We fall into our own little conversation away from the others and have a proper catch up on everything – their PhD, my upcoming training, how Armin’s Grandpa is doing, my mam, Connie, Mikasa, anything and everything. It’s nice. I don’t get to talk much with just Armin anymore. Not like we used to anyway. And having their cute face to focus on helps me forget the others are even there...

“Oh god don’t ask this guy!”

...until Floch’s obnoxious voice diverts my attention.

“He works with toddlers for a living. I’m surprised he can even form full sentences!”

It’s a joke. It’s obviously a joke and everyone laughs, Marco included. But, when I notice him scratch the back of his neck, my blood boils. I know Marco can be sensitive about his job. He worries about people’s reactions and being judged for it. I’ve only known Marco six days and I know that already, so why the fuck doesn’t his boyfriend? He’s just using Marco’s job for a cheap laugh and putting him down in the process. And in front of his fucking friends no less. Unspoken rage prickles beneath my skin and I bite my lip. Floch smiles, apparently pleased with his little joke.

I will come over there and wipe that fucking grin off your stupid fucking face you dick.

I might be over-reacting and reading way too much into it but I can’t help it.

“Wanna go sit down?” Armin asks eyeing me warily.

“Sure.” I down the rest of my drink and quickly make another one.

Armin’s face twists when I make it half and half again, but they know better than to say anything. I follow them towards the living room door and I may or may not accidentally stumble into Floch on my way.

“Oops! Sorry mate,” I cover, patting him on the back (though smacking might be a more accurate description).

“S’alright bro no problem.”

I’m not your bro, you stupid ugly birdsnestofahairdoslymotherfucker!!

Look, I know.

I know I’m being childish but I’m too tipsy to care at this point and I decide to let my mind indulge in its unfounded hostility. Plus, convincing myself Floch is an arsehole is preferable to acknowledging what’s actually bothering me right now. I stubbornly push that thought away and look for another distraction.

I find it when I enter the living room, though it’s certainly not one I was expecting.

“What is this, a fucking hairdressers!?”

Eren and Historia are sat on the floor in front of the sofa with Mikasa and Ymir behind them, braiding their hair.

“You’re just jealous because your hair is nowhere near as fabulous as ours,” Historia replies smugly, sticking her tongue out at me.

I’m still tense from the conversation in the kitchen, but I can’t help softening a little at that. I give her a lop-sided grin before drawing in a long, steadying breath and let it out slowly as I settle into the chair opposite them with Armin. Watching them, I feel better already. The warm feeling I had earlier returns and dampens my anger.

I love that we still do childish shit like this. We’re all technically ‘adults’ now, with rent to pay and jobs to go to but we’re still just kids deep down. I know I am anyway. Fuck living up to my parent’s standards of married by 21, kids by 25 and happily ever fucking after. Didn’t work out so well for them did it? These people right here are all the commitment I need in my life. These ridiculous, infuriating, fierce, incredible, beautiful people.

Jesus, you get so sentimental when you’re drunk.

“Make my braid like Armin’s Mikasa! I need a twinsies selfie with them!” Eren says.

“Fuck me,” I snort. “How much have you had Jaeger?”

He replies with a giddy laugh.

I’ll take that to mean ‘a lot’ then!

“Ymir make mine like that too! Then we can have a triplet selfie! Eren can be the brown filling in our blonde sandwich.”

“Ooooh! Like Nutella!” Eren says seriously, like he’s just said something incredibly profound.

“Errrr,” Ymir starts, glancing between Mikasa’s progress and the back of Historia’s head. “Okay...sure.”

I zone out as I watch Mikasa’s quick fingers at work. I love having my hair played with.

Why isn’t mine long enough to braid! I pout.

“Okay done.”

The words have barely left Mikasa’s mouth when Armin dives onto the floor for the aforementioned ‘twinsies selfie’.

“You guys are ridiculous,” I laugh, watching the ludicrous faces they pull.

“Ridiculously adorable?” Armin grins.

“You wish.”

Eren takes no notice, already busy uploading the picture to Instagram.

“Aaaaaaaaand…hashtag gay nerds!” Eren cries, flipping his phone round to show Armin.

I splutter mid-sip. Mikasa and Historia both crack up at the combo of Eren’s comment and me making a dick of myself.

“C’mon Ymir,” Historia giggles. “Get a move on! I wanna be a gay nerd too!”

“Okay okay just, err…gimme a second.”

Her face is frowning in concentration. I’m not sure what the hell Ymir’s been doing this whole time, but Historia’s hair looks nothing like Eren’s. I think Historia senses she’s been lumbered with the dud hairdresser.

“Ymir, I know we’ve just met so don’t take this the wrong way…but do you have any fucking idea what you’re doing?”

Mikasa snickers as her and Ymir exchange complicit glances.

“Sorry sweetheart. I just wanted an excuse to get you between my legs.”

Historia’s jaw practically hits the floor and I lose it. Eren and Armin screech out a long ‘Haaaah!’ pointing at Historia’s stunned expression. Once I’ve caught my breath back, I lean forward to hi-five Ymir, tears starting to stream down my face. Where has this girl been all my life? Even Historia has to start laughing, though she can’t quite erase the shock from her face.

“Sorry,” she eventually responds. “but you need to be a bit better with your hands to get me between your legs.”

Jesus Christ, this just keeps getting better. Ymir isn’t fazed in the slightest, giving Historia a wink and a sly grin.

“Move over Jaeger,” Historia says as she plants herself in front of Mikasa.

“What the hell are you idiots screaming about?” Sasha chirps bounding into the living room with Marco in tow.

She’s dragging the poor guy along by the hand like she’s known him all her life. He’s smiling but he also looks vaguely terrified, eyes-wide as he staggers to keep up with Sasha. I expect Floch to follow close behind but he doesn’t materialise.

Sasha gasps dramatically when she see’s Armin, Eren and Historia’s hair. “Oh my god I love it! Me next Mikasa me next!”

She let’s go of Marco and squishes herself next to Historia. He looks at Eren and Armin, who are busy messing around with Snapchat filters, and then his eyes settle on me. I fidget a little in my seat to compensate for the somersaults in my stomach. He smiles broadly as he walks over to me and perches on the arm of the chair I’m sitting in.

“Alright?” he asks casually.

Our height difference brings my eyes directly level with his bicep and I’m so close to him, I can see a cluster of five freckles nestled on the inside of his arm.

“Here mate!” I jump up far too quickly, so quick he visibly flinches. “Sit yourself down,” I say gesturing to the chair.

“What? No no! I’m fine hones-”

“Nah c’mon you’re making me feel like a midget,” I cut him off, already using my hip to push him off the arm of the chair.

“Alright,” he chuckles, settling into the now vacant space.

Okay this is better. I don’t feel so claustrophobic now.

“Where’s Floch? Have we scared him off already?”

Please say yes.

“Ha, no he’s just outside on the phone.”

“Oh.”

Bit late to be getting a phone call.

“So, did you and the ‘touchy feelies’ get home okay last night?”

“Yeah but we got so lost because of my directions! I don’t drive so I only really know the bus route home and…”

I swear I am listening to begin with, but the rum really starts to kick in and my focus becomes hazy as I look down at him. I remember noticing how long his eyelashes were last night and my eyes are drawn to them again. They flick around animatedly as he tells his story, framing the deep sparkle of his warm eyes perfectly.

I zone back in when I’m needed. He asks if I know the canal. I hum in acknowledgement and he continues. One hand moves around as he mimes Bert’s sister trying to do a ‘million-point turn’ in a tiny alley way, but it’s his other hand that really distracts me. The one he’s left on his drink, playing with it absentmindedly, long fingers gently stroking up and down the glass.

“So yeah, I don’t think she’ll be offering me a lift again anytime soon. How ‘bout you and Connie? I noticed his bruise isn’t too bad.”

Crap. Time to stop daydreaming.

“Y-yeah fine thanks. We just jumped in a taxi. Thanks again for letting me tag along by the way. I had a really good night.”

“Yeah of course!” He smiles so wide his eyes crinkle. Another somersault flutters up to my sternum. “Like I said, I don’t know how I would’ve coped on my own with those two so I’m really glad you were there.”

He smiles softly and takes a sip of his drink. His tongue darts out over his bottom lip to catch a stray droplet and my gaze stops dead. It’s slightly bigger than the top lip, curvier too. The skin looks so soft but firm at the same time, like it would push back fervently if I-

“Hey!”

My eyes snap up and see Floch, hopping onto the opposite arm of the chair. He drapes one of his legs over Marco’s knee as he hands him a fresh drink. My warm, fuzzy feeling evaporates.

“Oh thanks!” Marco replies happily.

His eyes crinkle again as he smiles at his boyfriend and I have to look away. The room quietens as the ‘braidy bunch’ stagger into the kitchen to top up their drinks.

“Oh Jean I meant to ask. Will you guys be free on Tuesday? I really want to get an extra practise in before the gig.”

“Well Connie and I usually work on Tuesday nights but I think his dad is giving him the night off to make up for the extra shifts this week. Eren is usually free on a Tuesday too. You’ll just have to manage without me I’m afraid.”

“When’s your first gig again?” asks Floch.

“Friday,” Marco says anxiously.

“That soon? You sure you’ll be ready?”

Wow. Way to be fucking supportive arse face!

Careful Kirschtein. Reign it in.

I’m about to snap ‘of course he’ll be fucking ready!’ but think better of it and decide it’s safer to address Marco directly.

I’m about to snap ‘of course he’ll be fucking ready!’ but think better of it and decide it’s safer to address Marco directly.

“You’ll be fine Marco. You did great on Thursday and you’ve got two practices between now and Friday. Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah. I’m sure you’ll do great,” Floch states, his voice slightly firmer. There’s tension in the air now that I pray Marco doesn’t notice. “Where you guys playing again?”

Marco starts explaining where Springer’s is (as best as he can) but is quickly interrupted by thundering footsteps and a face that looks capable of murder.

“Jean Kirschtein!” Sasha storms towards me and lifts a bottle of Sailor Jerry’s up to my face. Shit. “Did you drink half of this?”

“Maybe…?” I say, giving her my best ‘adorable scamp’ face but anticipating a violent reaction.

“Want some more?” she barks, her face still livid.

Needless to say, I am confused.

“Erm…sure?” I stammer, scared she’s about to crack the bottle over my head.

“Right then!” she grabs me by the wrist and drags me over to the sofa.

Only then do I notice the two shot glasses in her other hand. She slams them down on the coffee table and wrenches the top off the bottle like she’s trying to strangle it. Her face is still burning with anger, so much so that the shots she pours slosh all over the table. I just sit there, stunned, watching the whole performance and wondering where the hell this is going.

She hands me a shot, clinks the glass too hard and yells, “Fucking cheers!” before throwing it down her neck.

I tentatively do the same with mine and then wait to see what the hell’s going to happen next.

“I have a question for you Jean Kirschtein!” she says grabbing the bottle as she starts the ritual again. “Why, pray tell me, does your gender feel the need to play silly childish games instead of just acting like a fucking adult?”

Marco and Floch take that as their cue to slip out of the room. I stare at her agog, “I…I’m sorry?”

“Yeah! So you fucking should be! Cheers!” she knocks back a second shot. “Like if you have something to say, just fucking say it you know? You’ve got a mouth. You’ve supposedly got a brain. So how about you try putting those two things together and fucking talk to me instead of all this bullshit!?”

And with that, she slumps back onto the sofa with a loud huff.

Okay. She’s clearly not talking about me.

Connie, what the shit have you done now?

“Okay, first of all,” I say, taking one of her hands in mine. “On behalf of my gender, I apologise. We are fucking idiots. Secondly, because we are fucking idiots, talking is not our forte. We are much better at acting crazy in the hopes that amazing women like you will be able to see through our bullshit and figure out what we really mean.”

She starts rubbing the back of my hand with her thumb.

“And third of all,” I lower my voice to make sure only she can hear, “whatever Connie’s done to make you this angry, I’d bet my life he feels a million times worse than you do right now knowing he’s upset you.”

It all comes out kind of slurred and I really hope that doesn’t make it seem less sincere.

“Why are we still like this Jean?” she says softly, still stroking my hand. “Me and Con. We’re not kids anymore so why are we still acting like it? I thought we would’ve grown up a bit by now. I thought things would be different when I came back, that we could be different, but nothings changed. Why can’t we just be adults about this?”

“Sasha, we’re at a house party, you’ve got your hair braided to match your friends and we’re both smashed on Sailor Jerry’s. What the hell gave you the idea that we could be adults?” I smile.

“Shut up Jean you know what I mean!” she laughs, leaning forward to slap my arm. “Ugh, actually I don’t even know what I mean anymore. You know what I mean?”

“W-what?” I laugh.

Then she laughs too and before long we’ve both totally cracked up into drunken giggles, clutching our bellies and rolling around on the sofa like idiots.

“I’ve missed you Jean!” she wheezes in between gasping breaths and the odd giggly aftershock.

“I’ve missed you too.”

And I really have, though I don’t realise just how much until now. I know I’m drunk, but I really do love Sasha. Yes, with her there’s always ‘Connie drama’, but she really knows how to make me laugh and she has a big heart.

We’re not the only ones giggling, I notice. Mikasa and Historia have just came scurrying in with matching mischievous smiles. They head straight to the TV, skidding down onto their knees and fiddling about with something I can’t see. Sasha and I exchange confused looks.

“What the hell are you two doing?” she asks.

Historia throws her a devilish grin and grabs the TV remote. When she switches it on I groan dramatically. Sasha on the other hand is so excited she leaps up and starts jumping up and down on the sofa.

“Oh my god are you freakin’ serious!? I haven’t played Just Dance in ages!”

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, already anticipating how bad these dance moves are going to be.

“C’mon Jean dance with me!” Sasha yells tugging at my arm. I remain firmly planted on the sofa.

“Neeeeewwwwp!”

“Aw please!”

“I would but I’m afraid my moves are so sweet I’ll just make you look bad Sash!”

“Oh whatever Kirschtein!” she huffs throwing my arm back at me.

A few more people, no doubt wondering what the hell is drowning out Eren’s Spotify playlist, stick their heads round the door to see what the fuss is and pile into the room. Armin bounds over to join Sasha in selecting the first track. Ymir and Eld fill a couple of empty seats and sit back like they’re waiting for a show to begin.

Christ, do they want friggin' popcorn too?

“Fuck yesss!!” Eren screams with his arms in the air when he enters the room and realises what’s going on.

I can’t help but snicker.

This guy’s fucking wasted.

Marco soon returns with that big smile of his, followed by Floch and Connie, who appear to be having a rather animated discussion about something.

Whatever. At least talking to Floch will keep him out of Sasha's way before he does any more damage.

They head over to join me on the sofa. Marco, I’m glad to say, opts to sit right next to me and Floch is delegated to the opposite end next to Connie.

"What the hell are those two arguing about?" I ask.

"Oh, they're debating who’d be in their ultimate band. You just missed a pretty heated discussion on who was a better front man out of Freddie Mercury and Robert Plant."

"Are you actually serious!?" Connie suddenly cries, laughing exasperatedly.

Marco and I just look at him, waiting for an explanation.

"This guy would rather have Phil Collins on drums than Jon Bonham!" he says in disbelief, thumbing in Floch's direction.

"What!? Mate are you brain dead?"

It comes out sharper than I had intended, so I cover it with a laugh.

Seriously though is this kid actually fucking brain dead??

"Phil Collins is really underrated as a drummer!" argues Floch.

Connie now has his head in his hands. "You cannot sit there and tell me Phil Collins is a better drummer than Jon Bonham. You just can't!"

"Oh everybody says Jon Bonham is the best drummer," Floch says rolling his eyes.

"Because he is!" Connie and I both say in unison.

This fucking guy. It's like he's going out of his way to be different in some weird attempt to appear more interesting.

"I'm telling you, Phil Collins is underappreciated. The guy's got skills."

"If that were true," I argue, "the Tarzan soundtrack would've been a hell of a lot more interesting!"

"Hey don't be knocking Tarzan!" Marco jibes, playfully elbowing me in the side.

Connie doesn’t even react to my comment, continuing to argue with Floch about the (non-existent) merits of Genesis.

Then in a quiet voice Marco adds, "He was my first boy crush."

I splutter and snort so loud and so unattractively that the people squished on the adjacent sofa cock their heads at me. Marco starts giggling at my reaction. I think he might finally be drunk. Connie pays no attention, passionately discussing guitar players now, but Floch is only half listening, narrowing his eyes at my and Marco's little exchange. It shouldn't make me happy but it does.

I excuse myself to go for a piss and make myself another drink. After two rather sizable measures of Sailor Jerry’s I decide to be sensible (I must be getting old) and pour myself a small amount of the Jack Daniels I brought.

“Hey,” a gentle voice says behind me. Marco. I feel heat rising up the back of my neck.

“H-Hey!” I stutter. “D’you want some Jack Daniels?”

“Oh, yeah thanks! I said I’d get a drink for Floch. Is it okay if I make two?”

I wonder whether I can spit in Floch’s without Marco noticing?

“Yeah ‘course.”

“Thanks. I’ve left those two arguing about bass players now. I couldn’t get a word in edgeways.”

“What, they had an amazing bass player sat next to them and neither of them thought to ask your opinion?”

He smiles sweetly at the compliment and looks away.

“Yeah well, they’re pretty engrossed in their Lemmy vs Peter Hook conversation.”

“So whose side are you on then? Lemmy or Hook?”

“Neither. Flea all the way.”

“I fucking love Flea. Good choice. Alright then, what about the rest of your band? Who would you have on drums?”

“Dave Grohl.”

“Interesting. Front man?”

“Billy Corgan.”

“Ooooh not Cobain?”

“I mean if I could have two he’d definitely be the other one but Smashing Pumpkins are my favourite band so I gotta go with Corgan.”

“Fair enough. And guitarist?”

“George Harrison.”

“Oh!”

“What?” he smiles, curious at my reaction.

“I mean, I'm completely on board with George Harrison. I just assumed you’d have someone from the 90s like the rest of your band.”

“I do love the 90s. Like, I know I was born then, but if I could go back in time that’s definitely where I’d go. Seattle grunge scene, classic Lollapalooza, BritPop. All that.”

Part of me is kind of mad at Marco. He could’ve told me he was really into Van Halen and Journey, but no. He had to tell me about his amazing taste in music and love for 90s alternative bands. Like I needed another reason to like him.

“How ‘bout you? Where would you travel back to?” he asks.

“Hmm. I don’t think I could choose one decade. I’d probably want to see a bit of everything from each one. Although my favourite bands are Deftones, Nirvana and Pumpkins so maybe I would join you in the 90s.”

“Oh! Cool. Well, if I ever invent time travel it’s a date,” he says grabbing his drinks.

I hang back a step so he doesn’t see me blush.

We head back into the living room to resume watching our friends make dickheads of themselves. I have to say, watching Eren and Armin (with matching braids no less) dance in unison to Nicki Minaj’s Starships might be the campest thing I’ve ever seen, though Ymir and Historia doing the YMCA give them a run for their money.

Nearly everyone gets dragged up by Sasha, Mikasa or Historia at some point. Even I give into Sasha’s pleas eventually. Though in my opinion, we fucking NAIL the routine for Timber, even if I do collapse in a fit of giggles when she jumps on my back.

After a while, everyone is worn out and slumped around the living room. But when Eren bursts in holding two acoustic guitars, a new wave of energy seems to ripple through us all. He thrusts one into my hand and we perch ourselves on two stools, dragged in from the kitchen, at the front of the room.

After a bit of tuning, he grins at me. “Blister?” is all he says, and I smile back nodding.

If I had to choose a song that was ‘our song' it would definitely be Blister in the Sun. It was the first song we bonded over back when we were learning how to be each other's friend. Connie had recently passed his test and we were out for a drive when it came on the radio. It turned out Eren loved it as much as I did. Whenever I hear it now, I picture both of us in Connie’s back seat, loudly singing our hearts out and finger drumming.

I count us in and we start playing. Most people quickly pick up on the song and join in with the chorus, while Connie enthusiastically bangs out the beat on the coffee table. I have to laugh at how drunk Eren is, hitting the odd bum note and adding in over the top flourishes to certain chords. It’s imperfectly brilliant in an odd sort of way, like watching At the Drive in live or something.

Fleetwood Mac gets a suitably drunken sing-a-long next, before we play some classic Kinks and Last Night by The Strokes. I’m in the mood for something heavier and suggest Celebrity Skin, which I follow with Nirvana’s Sliver. Eren and I sing/scream a bit too enthusiastically and my throat is ragged by the end of it. I decide we all need something more laid-back now, if for no other reason than to give my voice a rest. Although it does have a certain sexy roughness to it now if I do say so myself!

I glance around the room as I grab a quick swig of my JD & coke and my eyes fall on Marco, chatting to Mikasa and Historia. He laughs at something Historia says and the way his eyes squint as he rocks back in his seat is so genuine and carefree.

I know what I want to play next.

I start tapping out a beat on the body of the guitar. The chatter around me grows a little quieter and I start strumming the opening bars of 1979. I watch as Marco stops to look up, instantly recognising that I’m playing the Pumpkins. My face splits into a goofy grin but I don’t care. I don’t care if he knows it’s for him. I want him to know.

Eren and Connie join in, giving the song more presence, and I swear it’s as though an invisible blanket of calm settles over us all. Everyone singing along quietly with serene expressions and smiling gently.

Floch comes back in and sits on the arm of the sofa next to Marco, who’s so lost in the song (I’m happy to say), he jumps a little when Floch brushes against him. My eyes are drawn to them again when I notice Floch’s arm snaking around Marco’s shoulders and I know I should look away but I don’t, too eager to see how Marco reacts.

I really wish I had.

Just as Marco looks up to give Floch a smile, Floch tugs him forward by his shirt and ducks his head down for a kiss. Marco’s eyes go wide at first, clearly caught off-guard, but then he just melts into it, his eyes fluttering closed while his hand comes up to rest on his boyfriend’s waist.

It’s like a stinging slap in the face and the shock of it makes my hands stutter on the fret board for a moment. I stare straight down and try to concentrate on what note comes next but honestly, I want nothing more than for this fucking song to be over. It's ruined now. I just wanted this song to remind Marco of…well, it doesn’t fucking matter anymore because now all he’ll think of is the time Floch kissed him so sweetly it made his head spin.

I speed up towards the end of the song and finish with a loud strum. Thank fuck it's over. I curse my eyes for flitting up again, knowing fine well I’m going to see something I don’t want to. Their lips are no longer locked together but the way they’re both gazing at each other is somehow worse and I wonder how my neck and ears can burn so intensely when icy shards are settling in my stomach.

“Here Con you take over for a bit,” I say thrusting the guitar in Connie’s direction, purposely not making eye contact.

Connie might be a few fries short of a Happy Meal but he always knows when somethings up and I don’t want to get into things with him that I haven’t even processed myself yet. I sway a little on my feet as I head to the kitchen, but I feel stone cold sober. My buzz is gone, and I desperately need to sink into oblivion.

Annie and Armin are chatting at one side of the kitchen when I enter. I give them a polite smile and am so grateful when they carry on their conversation instead of engaging me in a new one. Grabbing a tumbler, I pour myself some Jack Daniels. No longer seeing the point of mixers I take a straight sip and try to concentrate on the sharp burn it creates at the back of my throat.

My forehead starts pulsing and I take some deep breaths to prevent it becoming an all out throb, but the sharp fluorescent lights in here are doing me no favours. Connie and Eren have stopped playing and the sound of chatter in the next room grows louder. A bass line starts thumping as the music is turned back up again. The vibration of it makes my skin crawl and my head’s getting worse.

I take another sip but it does nothing. The sound of laughter wafting in from the living sounds more like screeching and my head hammers with the sharpness of it. I need a moment alone. I gulp down the remainder of my drink. Staggering out the kitchen, I head straight for the end of the hallway and open the door to Marlowe’s room, which I suppose is now the spare room.

I flick the light on and wince at how bright it is. There’s no lampshade, just a lone bulb casting a hideous white glare onto everything. I fumble about with a bedside lamp and smack the light back off as quick as I can.

It’s a bit weird seeing the bed made up but then I figure Eren must’ve done it in case anyone wants to crash. I could simply sit on said bed (like a normal person) but I don’t, opting to sit on the floor and wedge myself between the side of the bed and the radiator. Well, I say wedge, there’s just enough room to stretch my legs out. I quickly retract them, however, and bring my knees up to my chest. I find it helps my breathing and my head isn’t pounding anymore, although now it’s swimming. Shit. I am really fucking drunk.

Part of me wants to just sit here and think about absolutely nothing, but Marco and Floch keep flashing in front of my eyes and I know it’s no use. I need to be honest with myself.

Almost hugging Marco, my disproportionate and fervent hatred of Floch, purposely playing the Pumpkins, my reaction to that kiss.

No denying it son, you have a major case of the hots for Marco.

I take a deep steadying breath and let it out slowly.

Okay. It's okay. You’ve had crushes before and they never last long. You just need to ride this one out like all the others. A few weeks of subtle eye-banging and extra masturbation to get it out of your system and you'll be fine.

It’s true, the only people I’ve ever fell hard for were Mikasa and Hitch. Everyone else has been a mere flash in the pan. Even my infatuation with Armin lasted less than a month. Granted, the fact that Marco has an absolute bell-end of a boyfriend is gonna make this harder but I'll get through it. Yep. Wait it out. Good plan. And in the meantime…

“Ugh…” I groan, resting my head on my knees. “I am so fucked.”

The door creaks open behind me and I hear soft footsteps padding across the floor. I don’t need to turn my head, I already know who it is.

“Hey Armin.”

“Hey! What you hiding in here for?” they ask slumping down onto the floor next to me.

“Just had a bit of a headache is all. It’s getting better though.”

“Nawww,” they coo.

A hand wraps gently around my shoulders before coaxing my head down to rest on their shoulder. I hum contentedly as they start playing with my hair and let my eyes drift closed.

“Hmm. Thanks Armin.”

“No problem. You sure it’s just your headache bothering you?”

You already know the answer to that.

No point insulting them by lying. Armin can always see through it anyway.

“Yeah I’m okay. Just…Do you ever, like…worry about being alone?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like…that you’ll never find someone and even if you did it would eventually turn to shit anyway. That we're all destined to be lonely.”

Jesus I am definitely shitfaced.

“Hmm. Yeah. A lot actually.”

“Really?” I say, looking up at them as best I can without moving my head.

They continue stroking my hair, their cheek resting on the side of my head.

“Yeah of course. I think everyone does you know? It’s scary not knowing what your life is going to turn out like and who you’ll have to share it with. But..”

They lift their head and look down at me.

“Just because it doesn’t work out for some people Jean, doesn’t mean you’re destined to repeat their mistakes.”

They always get straight to the heart of the problem. My parents never found lasting happiness = maybe I never will either.

I sit up now and look at them earnestly. Their hand falls from my hair but stays on my shoulder.

“So what do you do in the meantime? Like, how do you not worry about it?”

It’s unfair of me to ask, to expect them to have all the answers, but Armin’s always been so wise, like my own little personal Buddha.

They sigh and gaze wistfully at nothing in particular, thinking about what they want to say.

“There’s no easy answer Jean. I think you just have to put yourself in the hands of the universe and see where it takes you. It probably sounds cliché to say ‘stay positive’ but if you go through life assuming you’ll never find someone then you probably won’t. I just try to be open to the idea without fixating on it. Live in the moment, you know?”

How do they always do this? Even when they’re telling me things that I kind of know already, they still manage to make me feel a million times better.

I smile softly, “Yeah I guess you’re right.”

“Don’t worry about things you don’t already know. You can’t predict the future so don’t try. And anyway, you’ll never be alone with us bunch of misfits around to drive you crazy,” they laugh. “And you’ll always have me whether you like it or not.”

“Yeah, right back at you.”

I don’t realise just how far I’ve leaned in towards them until my eyes lock onto the starburst pattern of their pale blue irises. I know I should stop, but I keep falling forward. Armin does the same, and the way their eyes flit down to my lips doesn’t go unnoticed. The hand they’ve left on my shoulder grips fractionally tighter. I let my eyes close and continue falling until I find what I’m searching for.

My lips find theirs and I kiss them, softly, barely there, before pulling back. I expect that to be it, for Armin to shift away from me and laugh awkwardly but they don’t. They move forward and kiss me back, firmly. I let my eyes drift closed and focus on their soft lips, their delicate nose brushing my cheek. The hand on my shoulder slides up to caress the back of my head, as I let my fingertips ghost up the side of their arm. I cup Armin’s face and kiss them back more fervently.

I lick softly over Armin's bottom lip and feel their breathing quicken. There’s the taste of something sweet and sharp on their lips. I chase it, sliding my tongue into their mouth, earning me the tiniest little hum. I quickly sink into a fog of escapism and relish every moment. I can feel myself getting pulled deeper with every swipe of Armin’s tongue, but with it, the knowledge that if I allow myself to come to my senses – even for just a second – the spell will be broken.

No, not yet. Sink with me Armin. Stay with me a little longer.

They tug gently on my shaggy undercut and I can’t help the soft moan that tumbles from my lips onto theirs. I let my fingers trail from Armin’s face down to their waist and grip firmly, before moving again to their thigh. I knead the firm flesh with my thumb as I plummet, deeper and deeper into the soft heat of our kiss. My hand shifts, sliding up closer, closer still, almost up to-

“Jean wait,” Armin pants, pulling away from me.

The spell is broken.

They don’t have to say anything else, I know it’s over, but I listen anyway. “If this is what you need I’m here, but…I get the feeling that, this isn’t really what you want?”

Trust Armin to know me better than I know myself. I could play along with my heart instead of my head, convince myself that I really do want this, but my head wins out in the end. Armin’s right. This isn’t what I want, I’m just searching for a distraction after realising I’m most definitely lusting after Marco.

Hang on, what was that? I stop and process what they’ve just said to me - ‘If this is what you need I’m here’.

Fuck. Was I really just about to throw myself at Armin for the sake of needing a ‘distraction’? With no regard for their feelings or how it could affect things between us?

Christ. When did you become such a self-absorbed fucking shit?

The realisation that I just came so close to using Armin for my own selfish reasons knocks me sick. What the fuck was I thinking?

“Fuck, Armin I…shit,” I don’t even know what to say. I just put my head in my hands.

“Hey! Jean c’mon it’s okay.”

Arrgggh!! No, you’re making them feel bad! They haven’t done anything wrong!

“No, Armin it’s not okay.” I look directly at them. “I am so fucking sorry.”

There’s not a single hint of anger or disappointment in their face when they look at me. They just smile.

“Jean there’s nothing to be sorry for, alright? We’re just a bit drunk. If anything, I’m more shocked it’s taken us this long to have a drunken kiss. Two hot friends who’ve known each other for how many years? I’m offended it’s taken you this long to make a move,” they joke nudging me in the shoulder.

“I don’t deserve you Armin.”

I don’t. I really don’t. I could’ve royally fucked up our friendship just now and they’re letting me off the hook. Not only that but they’re still making me feel better, painting a smile back on my unworthy face.

“Sure you do. C’mon let’s go see what the others are up to. You know how dangerous it is to leave them unsupervised for too long.”

“Yeah. Yeah okay.”

I let Armin help me to my feet, like so many times before, and squeeze their hand in an unspoken vow to never allow myself to do something so stupid ever again.

#jeanmarco #jeanmarco fanfic #jean x marco #jean x marco fanfic #jearmin #jean kirschtien #marco bodt #jean kirstein #Marco Bott #fic: you had me at b minor #long fic #slow burn #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #aot fandom #snk #AoT #attack on titan fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

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Okay! I have another idea hehe...feel free to send me more!

So I know Varrick and Keiran HATE each other....I wanna see how Keiran and Vince would go.....Vince is a little less hotheaded and I think it would be interesting.

So Anni and Vince are out, trying to chill and get drinks and they run into Keiran. Keiran purposefully ignores Vince and talks down to Anni and calls her things like "love" and "sweetheart". Vince is obviously a little jealous but he has that thing with being too close with someone so he holds back. Keiran can tell he's holding back too, so he kisses Anni roughly and busts her lip. The second Vince sees blood, he just immediately throws hands and loses it. The two fight and eventually get kicked out of the bar, along with Anni and Vince freaks out, completely losing his shit and yelling at Keiran to stay away from Anni. It just kinda escalates from there and it can however you'd like!

(Thank you so much! And you better send me more requests!!!)

Unwanted bar violence - Simp Party

Warnings; Slight violence

Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N: I wrote this pretty late so sorry for how shitty it is..

Word count: 1,467

Keiran clutched the cup so tightly that if it had been glass it would have shattered in his fist. His eyes watched hawkishly as he noticed Anni laughed with a man by the bar. The man was clearly flirting with her, finding ways and reasons to touch her arm and shoulder and once even her face as he “removed an eyelash” from her cheek. He leaned in close and whispered something to Anni and Keiran waited, breath caught in his throat as the man brushed his fingers against her arm. His heart thundered in his chest and nearly ran outside. But, of course, Keiran kept his cool. Settling his drink down onto the bar-counter, he put on his usual lazy smirk and walked over.

“Whoa,” Keiran mumbled, letting out a low whistle as he stepped near Anni, lazily stuffing his hands into his pockets as his eyes traced along her body. It seemed Anni had taken extra care to put herself together tonight. She didn’t often get to flaunt what her mama gave her. She had actually taken time to look for a nice outfit, but anything too excessive, and do more with her hair then wad it into a ponytail on the top of her head.

“Damn," Keiran said with a sly smirk. “I’m definitely gonna relax and have a good time tonight with you around,” he added with a suggestive wink.

"Keiran?" Anni's gaze turned to him, her eyes widening agape slightly. It was strange not to see him on a mission— seeing him outside of work had been so strange.

“Hey sweetheart.” Keiran said, an arm stretching across to place a hand onto her shoulder, "Missed me?"

“You wish.” Anni smirked at the man playfully but with a certain tightness, ordering the drinks for herself and Vince from the bar. She quickly glanced over her shoulder to introduce Vince to Keiran, but his demeanor had slightly changed. Vince kept a cool expression— but the vibe he had been giving off seemed rather, annoyed.

“Waiting for someone gorgeous?” Keiran asked, pushing his blond hair back with a hand, bright white teeth flashing. Vince narrowed his eyes slightly, was this annoying blond ignoring Vince's existence….? What the fuck?

“Uh… no actually.” Anni smiled, “My frien-”

“Is obviously not that attached to you if he let you go off on your own.” The Zalgo proxy cut in, smirking at her while leaning on the bar.

“Actually—”

“He obviously didn’t think that anyone else would notice how perfect you are, sweetheart.” The man drawled, tracing a finger down Anni's arm, causing her to shiver.

There was a flicker in Vince's eyes and an almost imperceptible clench of his jaw. If Anni hadn’t learned to recognize every little change about the man, she never would have noticed. He was her good friend. She is just about the only person he opened up to. He couldn’t help but let a genuine reaction flash across his face before hurrying to hide behind a tough, manly exterior. She saw right through that smoke screen, "Actually she isn't alone. I'm right here. But, I think you noticed that already," Vince rolled his eyes slightly, attempting to keep that smile onto hisbface.

“Anyways, what can I help you with, Keiran?” Anni politely asked.

“Actually, yes, I think you can. You see, I was wondering if you’d allow me to compliment you with a drink? It would be an honor to buy a beverage for a beautiful woman, such as yourself.” Keiran flashed a charming smile that made her stomach flutter. Vince's eye twitched immensely, while the fake smile stayed put onto his lips.

Before Anni could even think about what she was saying, she blurted, “Yes, thank you. I’d love to have a drink with you.”

The blond nodded, as if he had been expecting that reply. Anni almost questioned it, but he flashed another dazzling smile at her, and her thoughts left her.

It felt as if no time had passed before Anni was leaning onto his arm, and for once, he didn't seem…violent. He actually seemed like a decent man. A charming and delightful man. Oh, he was so handsome, she couldn't deny that. She looked at him, and was about to ask him why he was asking so…delightful, when the moonlight caught his beautiful eyes and made them sparkle. She smiled and continued making small talk with him. She had just laid her head on his arm, relishing his warmth.

Vince felt his shoulders slump. He wasn’t quite sure why. Maybe it was the alcohol fueling his emotions, but he really wanted to punch the douchebag that was hanging off her face. It was embarrassing to watch, the blond was so annoying that he basically just stole her. But just as Anni did, she elegantly gave a small chuckle, reached her hand up to his cheek and rested her forehead in the crook of his nose. Anni's smile melted into his lips. At the same time across the room, her smile almost took Vince out.

If there wasn’t live music playing and people circling him on the dance floor, she could have heard Vince's fragile heart crack.

He couldn’t believe Annu was with such a douchebag. Why should he care? Why should he care?

He shouldn’t. It was a stupid crush. That’s all.

He wasn’t a jealous man.

“You alright?" Lyon asked, his energy taking Vince out of his trance. Vince grunted in response. “You seem like you're going to kill Keiran over there. You look like you're gonna shoot him with your eyes.” Lyon chuckled, as he leaned against the bar. Lyon knew Vince, since he was a frequent customer at his bar, and they knew each other quite well.

Vince didn’t say anything in response. “Is it because he’s trying to suck on Anni's face?” Lyon whispered in his ear, placing a hand on his shoulder. The demonic bartender had loved to stir up and instigate unnecessary trouble— in fact, he was known for it.

“Why don’t you back the fuck up,” Vince spat at him.

Lyon walked backwards holding his hands defensively in the air with a smirk on his face. “Quit being so obvious, man. Do something before you lose something. But hey! I'm just a bartender, what would I know?”

Vince turned back to look at her, but the two barstools were now empty. He hated imagining what was currently happening between the two of them. It made him cringe even thinking about it. His face scrunched as he began to feel overwhelmed by the bar scene of the night. But he tried his best to keep his composure— he wasn't even dating her, so what right did he have being so jealous?

All of those thoughts quickly changed when he saw how Keiran made-out with her.

The world around them blurred as Anni looked into his eyes. Keiran's arms reached up and tangled around her neck. He breathed in sharply and kissed her roughly, his arms encircling her waist drawing her in, his lips hungry for hers. Blood began to trickle from how much force he put into the kiss, it only encouraged Vince's anger. But the way Keiran had made unashamed eye contact with Vince was the absolute last straw.

Anni let out a loud gasp as Vince's fist plummeted into Keiran's face. He brought up his arm for another punch but Keiran had already fallen on the ground from the first one. Vince shook out his fist. He hadn’t punched anyone in a while, he usually was better with firearms.

Suddenly, Keiran grabbed his arm and swung his fist, punching him in the face and kneeing him in the stomach. Vince grabbed his wrist and flipped it around his back, yanking it upward and snapping his bone at the elbow joint. He hissed and then laughed to himself, “Do you think broken bones can hurt me? I'm a fucking Zalgo proxy.” Keiran glared.

Keiran thrusted his free arm back, elbowing Vince in the face and he stumbled back away from his vulnerable state. Turning around, he ran forward and slammed his closed fist on Vince's back, his body falling to the ground with a thud. Though Vince quickly grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him up, throwing him against a table and letting his ragged body fall against the scratchy floorboards.

Vince glared as he looked down at the angered man on the ground. “Stay the fuck away from Anni,” Vince said slowly, kicking him in the side as the blond muttered curses in russian.

Though Lyon had been excessively enjoying this display of unwanted violence, one of Lyon's workers did not. The three of them quickly got kicked out of the bar, and Vince continued to glare at him— even from outside.

#simp party #simp party my beloved #anni my beloved #anni and vince hours #lyon is such an instigator lol #bro loves drama #keiran the bitchass hoe

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The Hunger Games Boyfriend/Girlfriend Scenarios - When The 3rd Quarter Quell Is Announced

warnings: none

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Gale

You are all alone as your family is dead

You are frozen in shock and disbelief

At first you deny it, telling yourself you are dreaming

But life as a victor is not that easy, nightmares and reality overlap way too often

You go over to Katniss' house, feeling numb

Her mum immediately envelopes you in a hug; Katniss has run off

You go to Haymitch

He has become precious to you and treats you like his own daughter

He simply hugs you, staying silent

He understands how you are feeling as he is in the same position, neither wanting to be trapped inside in the arena again nor wanting someone else take your position

After a while Gale arrives

He has searched for you and finally found you

He cannot believe that the Capitol wants to steal you from him again; he is furious

Yet he tries to stay calm for you to comfort you

You two stay together for the rest of the night, lost in thought

Either Katniss or you; Katniss' was the best friend of both of you

It feels like Snow could not be more cruel right now

Finnick

You two are watching the announcement together as you are literally together all the time

Both of you already had the dream of being inside the arena together and not being able to protect each other; so it is like a nightmare is becoming reality

For a moment you two just stare at the screen in disbelief

Long silence with just sitting there, trying to process the situation

Finnick is the one who breaks down

To him it feels like his whole time at the Capitol, suffering from the prostitution, has been in vain as it did not protect you

After you helped Finnick to calm down, you two go over to your best friend Annie Cresta to comfort her

You promise her to volunteer if she should get reaped which devastates all of you

A lot of crying and hugs between the three of you

Finnick does not dare to let go of you, even more clingy than usual

Haymitch

You watch him throwing his whiskey glass against the screen, though it is just a projection and therefore cannot be destroyed

After all those years during which you tried to be as invisible as possible, Snow gets to you now

You do not want to go back to the Games but neither want Peeta and Katniss to as you like them and they are younger than you two

You cannot stand Haymitch's (even for him) excessive drinking and furious outburst

He seems to have lost his mind, so you flee outside

When you return Haymitch is blank, which scares you even more

You take his bottle, put it away and sit down on his lap, resting your head on his chest

He holds you as no words need to be exchanged

Peeta

After a short moment you two process the situation

You cling onto each other, invincible hug

Peeta and you go to Haymitch, overwhelming him with the pleas to help the other

You two have a discussion as you both want to protect the other, but you decide that it has no sense to talk about it

For once Peeta has no words that could cheer you up

It is even worse that Peeta will have to pretend loving Katniss again

Johanna

She is furious!

Destroys most of her furnishings without even caring

Feels like crying but does not

Meanwhile you watch the announcement with your family

Gale's reaction is similar to Johanna's but a bit less extreme

You cannot believe what you just saw and numbly leave the house

Your mum follows you, but you brush her off with soft gestures

“Please go”, you mumble thinking it is someone of your family

Instead it is Haymitch who pulls you into an embrace

You start crying and he holds you until you have calmed down

Katniss

Katniss' reaction is just cannon

You watch the announcement with your family

The thought of going back to the arena horrifies you, but since Rue's death you are feeling awful all the time anyway

Your mum immediately hugs you crying

You comfort her

Cressida

A strange feeling spreads inside of her

At first she does not understand why until she processes that you might become a tribute again

Even imagining it feels horrible and she realizes how close you two have gotten over the last six years

She realizes how much you mean to her and that she does not want to lose you

Her decision to escape with you to district 13 is made

#the hunger games #boyfriend scenarios #girlfriend scenarios #gale hawthorne x fem reader #finnick odair x fem reader #haymitch abernathy x fem reader #peeta mellark x fem reader #johanna mason x fem reader #katniss everdeen x fem reader #cressida x fem reader #angst #lgbtqia + #romance

[edactually]

Stede POV - 4.5

Ed had gone to the bathroom while Stede retrieved a couple of drinks for them, only to send champagne sloshing everywhere as he found himself grabbed by Anne and towed around a corner.

“What the hell have I done now?” He complained, frowning at the damp spots on the sleeves of his suit where the drinks had spilled.

“Oh fuck off, it’s not you I’m pissed at this time.” She looked both angry and exhausted at the same time, rubbing a hand over her eyes and smudging her makeup. “You remember me telling you about the last guy I hooked up with before coming out? Well, he’s here.”

“What?” Stede was not a violent person by nature, but he had despised this man ever since Anne had told him of his existence and how he had been completely unsupportive of her coming out. His head swivelled as he tried to pick him out to tell the guy exactly what he thought of him.

“Look, don’t make a big deal out of it, ok? The guy is a fucking prick and I’m leaving before he tries to talk to me again. I just wanted to warn you that he’s on the lookout for Ed.”

“For Ed? But why would he–”

She grimaced. “Call him a mutual acquaintance of ours, I met him through Ed and that’s all the detail I’m giving you. It’s Ed’s business as well, and I have no right to give you the whole story without his permission. I wanted to tell Ed that he was here, but I couldn't find him.”

“He’s in the bathroom, what–”

“Just do me a favour and try to keep them apart, yeah?” She hesitated, teeth worrying at her lower lip as she seemed to consider if it was wise to continue with her next words. “Jack doesn’t always bring out the best in Ed, ok? I really shouldn’t be involving you in this, but I feel like you need to know that much.”

“I don’t underst–”

“Aaaannnnniiieeee!”

The voice was slurred, clearly intoxicated as it called out for the woman in a sing-song tone like a nursery rhyme from a horror movie. A deep, rumbling voice that was unfamiliar to Stede, but which made Anne groan like she’d just come off a twenty-four hour shift and been told she was due to start another immediately.

“Come on, Annie, where’d ya go?”

The voice was getting closer and Anne released her grip. “I’m not fucking dealing with this, Ed knows our agreement.”

And he didn’t get the chance to ask her again what the hell was happening as she bolted for the door with such speed that it made Stede question if she was a former athlete.

She had only just made it out of the gallery when the source of the voice appeared around the corner they’d been hiding behind. A man a few years older than Stede, with shaggy brown hair and a thick moustache that Stede found somewhat off putting. He clearly didn’t know the dress code for the event as he was wearing faded blue jeans and a beige fringed jacket that wouldn’t look out of place in a western.

“You’re not Annie.” He slurred.

“She left.” This was the man Anne had warned him about? Stede could understand why she didn’t want to be around him, but he couldn’t decipher what special quality he had that would make Ed act differently. He seemed like a run-of-the-mill drunkard to Stede. “I think you should leave too.”

“Boooo.” Was the response. “Have you got any idea who I fucking am?”

Some idea, but there were puzzle pieces missing. “Not a clue.”

“I’m Jack fucking Rackham.” 

There was a pause where the man was clearly expecting Stede to have some kind of reaction to the name, but Stede just quirked an eyebrow.

“Calico Jack.” The man added.

Stede shrugged. “Is that a brand of cat food?”

“Brand of… who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Stede Bonnet.” He didn’t offer a handshake the way he normally would. Politeness was wasted on this man. 

The man was squaring up to him now, as though just his physical presence would be enough to intimidate Stede. And Stede didn’t consider himself to be a particularly brave man, but this Jack Rackham was, by his impression, a drunken loutish arsehole who had made his friend uncomfortable and he wasn’t going to tolerate such behaviour.

Stede matched the man’s stance, invading his personal space enough that his nose wrinkled in disgust at the stench of whisky that radiated from him. “You need to leave. Right now.”

The man looked him up and down, scoffed, and then took a step back. “Heard Blackbeard was here as well. I wanna see him before I go anywhere.”

A mutual acquaintance, Anne had said, but Jack was calling Ed by his stage name and not his real one so how close could he be with Ed really? “You missed him, he left already.”

God, please let Ed stay in the bathroom until Stede could get this lout removed from the premises. It was wrong of him to lie, to keep Ed from a man who might be a close friend for all Stede knew, but Anne’s words were ringing in his head and he decided it was best to keep them apart, at least for tonight.

“Nope, saw his bike parked across the street. He’d never go home without it.” Jack looked smug at Stede’s surprise that he would know such a detail about Ed.

He swallowed, tried not to let on that he knew Jack had some kind of connection to Ed. “You know Blackbeard?”

Jack laughed, a hoarse and unpleasant sound filled with derision aimed at Stede. “Yeah, you could say that.” 

Jack leaned in again, his breath hot and disgusting and it made Stede want to gag.

“I’m his husband.”

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[cafedanslanuit]

♡   —   pairing: eren x reader

♡   —   tags/warnings: mentions of cheating and alcohol. side aruani and yumihisu. honestly just a feel-good fic, with humour and fluff <3

♡   —   a/n:  honestly, this is the most “romantic comedy” fic i’ve ever written and i love it <3 shout out to @ofoceansandtombstones​ that beta read this one mwah thank u

♡   —   masterlist

There was an ill taste in your mouth that wouldn’t go away, no matter how many drinks you had. And you already had more than a few. From your spot on the table, you could see your friends dancing and having the time of their lives. You really wished you could join them. Nevertheless, you had wasted all your energy forcing a smile and clapping along during the ceremony. Once you had arrived at the hotel reception with the rest of the guests, you had slid a bill to a kind waitress and told her to keep the drinks coming. 

Ymir and Historia were dancing in front of you. Stoic, sour-faced Ymir couldn’t help but smile as her sweet girlfriend twirled and giggled, her cheeks red and eyes just the tiniest bit unfocused. Next to them, Sasha, Jean and Connie were owning the dance floor, moving in sync to the happy music. A grin formed on your face as you saw Connie lifting Sasha up and her almost falling to the floor. Jean was holding his stomach as he laughed loudly.

On a nearby table, Mikasa looked over at them, a small smile on his lips. She was sitting next to her girlfriend, who was holding her hand as they watched their friends dance. You saw her girlfriend leaning over to her and whispering something in her ear, to which she chuckled. It was so strange -and so beautiful- to see Mikasa laugh that it took you aback. And apparently, also the girl she was with, because her lips slightly parted as she watched her in awe.

“How’s the party animal doing?”

You looked up and saw Eren staring down at you with a funny expression. He was wearing black dress pants and a white shirt. The first two buttons were undone, and he was carrying his suit jacket over his shoulder and a beer on his other hand.

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye out for everyone,” you replied with a shrug. Eren scoffed and took the seat next to you on the empty table, leaving his jacket on the nearest chair.

“I mean, I know attending your ex’s wedding isn’t bound to be a good time, but you’d think you would try to put on a happy face.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hey, at least I’m here.”

“After Mikasa tried her best to convince you during a whole week,” he said. You turned your head to Eren, eyes wide open. “What? Of course she told me.”

“That little… That’s it, I’m going to tell her girlfriend about that one time Mikasa got drunk with us,” you muttered angrily, standing up. Eren was quicker and pulled you back to your seat.

“You and Armin broke up a year ago. Why are you so upset he’s moving on?”

Before you could answer, the music stopped and the dance floor erupted in applause. Eren and you watched as Armin and Annie walked in between their guests, greeting everyone as they made their way to the bride and groom table, covered with a pearl cloth and decorated with the finest flowers. Every detail screamed elegance and you knew Armin had been the one to decide most of it. It had his taste written in every napkin and strategically placed flower.

Armin’s smile was almost too big for his face and if you had to guess, those small red marks on the external corner of his eyes meant he had been crying just a few minutes ago. You rolled your eyes. So sentimental. On the other hand, Annie’s smile was far less noticeable, but for someone who always repressed her public displays of emotions as much, that little smile must have felt heavenly to her new husband.

Husband. You took a big gulp of your drink.

“I’m telling you this because I care for you,” Eren said, redirecting your attention to him. “You’re looking like a petty ex.”

“Rather be petty than a cheater,” you shrugged, finishing your drink. You gestured to the waitress and she immediately walked to you, handing you a full glass. Thanking her, you wasted no time in taking a sip.

Eren’s eyebrows were deeply furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Armin never told you why we broke up, right?”

Eren scooted his chair closer to you and you bit back a laugh.

“He said you just weren’t good together,” he said, trying to remember his friend’s words. “And you said something similar when I asked you back then. Where does this ‘cheating’ thing come from?”

You let out a long sigh. “Maybe it wasn’t cheating. Not by definition, at least. But when your boyfriend starts dating someone else a week after you broke up a two-year-long relationship and he gets engaged four months later… you draw your own conclusions,” you explained, taking another sip of your drink and making a grimace. “Fuck, this one’s strong.”

After not getting a response from Eren for a long moment, you finally turned to look for his emerald eyes. You could almost see the numbers flying around his mind, trying to make sense of everything you had just told him. It was endearing.

“Wait, no-- wait,” Eren gestured at you with his hand. He stopped himself again and took a sip of his beer. “The first time Armin told me about Annie was in February. I remember it clearly. We were shopping for Mikasa’s birthday gift and then he went to pick something for Annie. And you guys broke up around Halloween, that’s the time I found you crying-- in Jean's backyard during our costume party.”

“We had a big fight at that party. We hadn’t broken up,” you clarified with a smirk. “He broke up with me after Mikasa’s birthday party. The same party he convinced me not to attend.”

Eren’s face dropped once all the pieces clicked together. He turned his body to look at the bride and groom table, where Armin and Annie were taking a sip of their champagne glasses and talking to each other enthusiastically, while the rest of their guests kept dancing.

“That son of a bitch,” he breathed out. You burst out laughing at his reaction. “No, I mean it! I really thought you had broken up during that Halloween party! You didn’t upload any more photos together, I don’t even remember even seeing you together--”

“I told you, we were fighting and… not in the mood for photos or public dates. Most of those months were spent at his apartment, fighting over really, really stupid things or just not texting each other for days,” you explained. “Honestly, when he broke up with me he made the decision I was too afraid to take. He was right, we weren’t good for each other anymore. But... fuck,” you chuckled icily. “I wish he would have broken up with me before getting with Annie.”

Eren listened in silence, his eyes still on his friend. You gave him time as you kept drinking, your gaze drifting to your friends again. You really wished you could have the energy to join them and forget Armin and Annie. It was true you didn’t love him anymore, yet seeing them together only made you remember how you had been fooled by someone you thought loved you the most.

You had had many dates ever since, but no one ever stuck. It was fun, getting someone’s attention for a couple of weeks, but then you couldn’t help but ghost them, putting up shitty excuses like wanting to focus on yourself and not having enough time to spare with them. You had lost so many amazing opportunities with both boys and girls that a couple of months ago you had decided to stop dating at all. It was lonely for sure, but at least you didn’t find yourself feeling guilty for not being able to open yourself up emotionally for someone else.

“Want to get back at him?”

You turned to Eren so fast you almost hurt your neck.

“What?”

“I have an idea. Just play along,” he explained, standing up.

“Eren, hey, what are you--”

“Everybody! If you could give me a minute please!”

You watched horrified as your friends started turning to you and Eren, confused at the commotion. Eren kept waving his hand, gathering more and more people’s attention, Armin and Annie included. He even gestured to the DJ to lower the music and she complied. In a few seconds, all the guests of the party were looking at you, who was still sitting down with a confused expression, a drink in your hand. Once he deemed enough people were looking at him, you saw him fumbling with his hands nervously.

“Eren,” you called for him again in a whisper, but all he did was take the drink you had in your hands and put it on the table.

“Sorry for interrupting, I know a lot of you were having a lot of fun dancing. But all I’m asking is one minute of your time. I hope that’s okay with you guys,” he grinned back to the bride and groom table, where they were as confused as all the guests around. “I have something really important to say.”

“Eren, no, you can’t tell them about--”

“No, no, give me a moment,” he hushed you again. The DJ walked to both of you and handed an inalambric microphone to Eren.

You didn’t like how devilish his smile turned.

“Great, thanks, this is much better,” he told the DJ, who just kindly smiled at him. “Anyway, I don’t want to take much of the bride and groom’s time, so I’ll try to be concise. The thing is…” he said, turning to face you. “I love you.”

Your mouth flew open as you heard multiple gasps coming from the guests. Yet, you couldn’t bother with looking anywhere but Eren’s eyes. What was he doing? Since when did he have feelings for you? If he wanted to say something, he could have easily said something a few minutes ago, when--

Just play along.

Oh.

Your questioning glare turned into a big smile and you noticed Eren softly nodding at you.

“You already know how much I love you. Honestly, I never get tired of telling you so. And hiding our love from our friends has probably been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Sorry about that, Mikasa,” he said, gesturing to the woman.

You could imagine your friend’s dumbfounded face, but you knew better than to turn and check for yourself. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your laughter.

“So I’m here in front of all our friends and some other guests I don’t know to ask a simple question.”

In a swift movement, Eren got down on one knee. Your hand flew to cover your mouth, trying your best to hide any trace of laughing on your face. The flash of the cameras startled you for a moment, but that only meant Eren’s plan was working. The excited murmurs and squeals only fueled Eren, as he pulled up a ring and showed it to you. You immediately recognized it as one of the rings he had been wearing a few moments ago. 

“Would you marry me?”

A huge, honest grin made its way to your face and you nodded quickly. You grabbed the microphone Eren was holding and spoke right into it.

“Yes, I’ll marry you!”

You hadn’t listened to a crowd erupting in applause and cheers as loud as the guests at Armin’s wedding when Eren slid his ring on your finger. Once again, the flash of the cameras were right into the both of you as you leaped into his arms. He stood up while holding your body close to him, even giving you a small spin and you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

When he finally put you down, the music resumed and all your friends began running to the both of you.

“You’re fucking crazy,” you whispered to Eren, holding his face between your hands. He laughed.

“Kinda ruined the reception, huh?”

“When the fuck did this happen?” Jean inquired as soon as he reached you.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell us?” Sasha whined, with a small pout. “But congratulations!” she quickly followed, hugging you tightly. As you hugged her back, you felt someone taking the hand that was now wearing Eren’s ring.

“This is one of your rings,” she noted, shooting Eren a dirty glance. He lifted his hands in surrender.

“Hey, I didn’t plan this! But I will get her a prettier one soon,” he said, winking at you. You laughed and shook your head.

“Nah, I like this one,” you replied. You shared a knowing grin and soon it was Connie’s turn to hug you.

While you were hugging your friend back, you saw in the corner of your eye Armin getting up from the table and starting to walk to both of you. Your smile immediately vanished from your face and once Eren caught it and followed your eye trail, he understood the reason why. You heard him mutter a curse before he pulled you from Connie’s embrace.

“Well, we’d love to stay, but my fiancée and I want some time alone.”

“C’mon, you haven’t told us yet how you got together!” Sasha complained.

“Next time, we promise,” you hurriedly assured her.

Eren picked his suit jacket from the table and before Armin could reach your group, you quickly walked away, exiting the hotel. Eren whistled to a taxi and you jumped inside, telling the man behind the wheel to drive. Loud laughter filled the vehicle as soon as it began moving.

“How-- how did you even have this idea?” you asked him, holding your stomach as you laughed. “Dude, Armin looked so upset, we totally stole his thunder.”

“That was the plan,” Eren shrugged, a winning smirk on his lips. “Knowing the gang, everybody’s going to be talking about us and the engagement for the rest of the party.”

“Remind me to never have you as an enemy,” you chuckled, leaning back on the car seat. Letting out a long sigh, you took off Eren’s ring and handed it to him.

He shook his head. “Nah, keep it. As a souvenir of today,” he winked.

“Thank you,” you smiled. You put the ring on your thumb this time, since it was too big for your ring finger anyway. “You didn’t have to do this at all, and yet--”

“It’s okay,” he assured you.

“No, really. It’s just-- I’ve been having a tough time since the breakup,” you admitted. “To have you doing this for me means a lot. Makes me feel someone really cares for me. I never said anything to anyone back then because Annie is also a part of the group and I thought…”

Eren leaned his head towards you.

“You thought…?”

“I thought you would pick her too. It’s stupid, I know,” you shrugged, turning your head to Eren. “But Armin had just broken up with me and a week later he was already in public with Annie. Back then, I thought everyone knew we had just broken up and if no one had said anything was because they didn’t care. So I just… stopped hanging out with all of you as much as I did before.”

“Yeah, I noticed that,” he muttered.

“You did?”

Eren nodded. “That’s why I asked Mikasa to pressure you into coming to the wedding. I hadn’t seen you in a while.”

“You could have just asked me to hang out, you know,” you teased him. Eren chuckled, pushing some of his loose hairs behind his ear.

“I think we know by now I don’t take the conventional route.”

“Yeah, all of the guests know that too,” you quipped, making both of you laugh.

This time, when the laughter came to an end, you realized how close your faces were. Your noses were almost brushing as you both were lying your heads on the back of the car seat. You looked into Eren’s emerald eyes and noticed he wasn’t looking away from yours either. Was it the alcohol that made his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink? If it was, then you could say the warmth crawling up your face was its fault too. It had to be the alcohol, or else, you would have to also ponder about the reason your heart was beating out of your chest at having your friend so close to you. He was handsome, he had always been and you knew this. But why were you losing all your composure just now?

A brief look at Eren's lips gave your thoughts away and, in less than two seconds, he was pressing his lips against yours.

For a spur-of-the-moment kiss, as you thought this one was, it was rather soft. Eren kissed you as if he thought you were the most expensive and fragile thing he had ever seen. But of course, this was just a product of the adrenaline and the fact that -as far as you knew- he hadn’t been dating anyone as well, right?

Your small theory crashed and burnt when you felt his hand softly cradling the side of your face. No. This wasn’t an adrenaline kiss, neither one that you gave without a thought. Maybe it had been unprompted and maybe you hadn’t seen it coming, but it sure as hell seemed he did. Eren’s lips gilded against your with ease, revealing a soft tenderness you didn’t know he possessed. You kissed him back, matching his rhythm as you softly pressed your hand against his chest.

Eren pulled away from you softly, and if his longing eyes were any indicator, a bit reluctantly.

“Hi,” he breathed out, making you grin widely.

“Hi,” you replied. You gently caressed his cheek with the knuckles of the hand that was previously resting on his chest. Eren took it and kissed your palm, making your heart flutter.

“Sorry to interrupt kids, but where are we heading?”

The voice of the taxi driver startled you, making you pull away from Eren. He chuckled at your reaction and then looked back at the man.

“Take us to that pizza place near the central park. Gotta have a celebratory dinner with my fiancée,” he said cheekily, taking your hand into his. You squeezed his hand back, his ring digging a little on your skin.

“So young and engaged already? Congrats!” the driver said, turning left and heading towards the direction Eren had given him.

“Thank you!” you smiled brightly at Eren while he took your joint hands to his mouth and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

A part of you knew you weren’t taking that ring off anytime soon.

#snk x reader #aot x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren jaeger #eren yaeger #eren fluff

[lacheri]

streets

pairing: dom!Levi x stripper!fem bodied reader

content: modern au, sex work (stripping), degradation, hint of praise kink, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, choking, slapping, dom/sub themes, Levi's a whole freak in the sheets, also mf has a split personality, minors DNI

summary: erwin drags his lonely best friend, levi, out to a strip club.

wc: 7.7k

Violent vibrations of bass shook through your platform teasers, one leg moving tantalizingly slow in front of the other as neon lights flashed around you. The silver pole loomed in front of you, your hips swaying as you strutted across the stage. You could feel the intense stare of eyes belonging to strangers as you finally wrapped your fingers one by one around the cold metal, circling so slowly around it, pushing your ass and chest out on display. You flicked your eyes up, heavy from false eyelashes, and searched around you.

Some familiar faces, most new, met your gaze as the club’s lights lit up in a dark red. They were all focused on you, sitting forward patiently in their plush seats, waiting to devour your body with their eyes. You leaned your back against the pole, looking down at your body. You were glad you had worn your favorite set of dancing gear, a see-through black mesh bralette and a matching set of panties, and of course, your six inch sparkly pleaser heels. It was simple, yet so effective when it came to the stuffed wallets of your onlookers.

There was one man in the sea of others who caught your attention tonight though. He sat directly in the center, his expression seemingly unamused and unentertained. You wanted to roll your eyes, discarding yourself of this fantasy you were presenting on stage. You resisted the urge, instead, turning your head in the opposite direction, and rolled your torso until you sat crouched. You leaned forward, head turned straight now, ass sticking right up in the air as the tops of your breasts squished against the stage. You used the leverage from your knees to shake your exposed ass cheeks, watching the raven haired man bring his hand to his face, stroking along his jaw as he took in the sight of you.

You parted your legs slowly, bringing a knee in front of the other, crawling towards the edge of the stage. You pushed yourself up from your elbows until you were in an upright position, allowing your hips to sink forward as you continued to roll your body to the beat. Still, no reaction, or sign that he was going to throw money on you, you scoffed internally and turned your attention to the blonde gentleman sitting closely next to him, a wad of dollar bills crushing in his grip. You smirked mischievously, leaning backwards until you felt the cold metal brush against your back. Flattening out, you brought your legs up, shaking them high in the air to allow your ass and thighs to move in rhythm. You felt the air brush past you as bills went flying in the air, and you smiled in euphoria. Money was your love language, and anyone who threw bills at your half naked form became your lover for however long your dance lasted.

You placed your feet on solid ground, leveraging yourself upwards to a full stand, turning around sauntering back to the pole. You wrapped a lone leg around the cold cylinder, elongated from your heels, and jumped into a spin. Your hands gripped high above you, dangling your head back as you swung in a pretty circle, your other leg posed straight down. Once you had found this balance, you let your right hand leave the stability of the pole, running it down the front of your body, over the swell of your breasts and the flat of your stomach, stopping right before you met your center. You slid downwards until both your feet met the stage floor as you crouched once more, popping your ass out to move the muscles one at a time of your cheeks. You glanced backwards, and you were pleased to see the dark haired man’s cold steel eyes locked in on your body.

He was very handsome, as was his blonde friend. Your best guess was that they were in their late twenties, maybe early thirties. You watched the ravenette reached in his pocket, almost in disgust as he pulled out single bills. You couldn’t see the dollar amount from your angle, so you maneuvered back onto your knees to give all your attention to the man in front of you. You tried the same move as before, crawling on all fours as seductively as you could, this time your knuckles wrapped around the very edge of the stage. You learned forward, a couple of feet away from the man as his expression darkened. As if you were a gravitational pull, he leaned forward as well, only a few inches away. Close enough to reach out and touch him, your thumb and pointer finger met the collar of his white button up, softly trailing the fabric. At the same time you reached out, he was doing the same, tucking the small stack of cash in between the valley of your breasts, managing to not touch any of your exposed skin as he did so.

Thinking about your other awaiting customers, you quickly withdrew your teasing, a smirk laced on your lips. You blew the man a kiss, winking, crawling backwards on the stage.

Your onlookers ravaged your body with their eyes as you continued your dance. Your chest was rising rapidly, out of breath as you did your final spin on the pole. You ended your dance in a slow split, toes pointed and curled as you felt your clothed pussy meet the now warmed material of the stage under you. You pulled yourself up after an explosion of cash was tossed on stage, flashing a seductive smile before retreating behind the curtain to the back of the stage. You’d have one of the security guys clean your cash up before the next girl walked on, knowing they’d get a small cut from doing you the favor.

You relaxed your body into a chair in the dressing room, sighing loudly. The room was empty, makeup and costumes littered about the mirror space as all the girls working were either out on the floor or giving out private dances. You just needed the quick break, you had danced pretty hard out there. You were debating switching outfits, as this one was a little too revealing for casually strolling on the floor.

You shrugged, getting up to get into your locker space, retrieving a cropped leather jacket, chains dangling around the body, brushing against your exposed skin and as you pushed your arms through the sleeves. This would at least give you the illusion that you were covered up much more than what you had believed.

Powdering your shiny face before you exited, you breathed in deeply as neon lights greeted you once again on the club floor. You worked at a pristine strip club, ratings high and prices even higher. There was a twenty dollar fee to even get in the place, and when you finally got in the door, the bouncers up front would make a copy of your driver’s license, just in case you fucked up somehow and they needed to add to you the banned list. Which was a pretty long list, hence the photo copies.

The dancers were high quality as well, all different shapes and sizes and ethnicities. It was almost like a buffet, you could get whatever you desired, just had to go out and look first. Everyone working the shifts danced, absolutely no exception. Of course, you’d want to dance though, making exceptionally more money than on the shifts where you’d stick behind the bar crafting drinks. If you were asked by one of your friends how much money you’d make on a night like this, you’d feel guilty as you would humbly lie, not wanting to entice them into auditioning at your place of employment. When the club was at full capacity, as it was right now as you sashayed to the bar, you could easily walk home with a couple grand. This job paid your bills, bought you pretty things, put food in your belly, it meant everything to you.

“Hey, Annie! Gin and tonic, pretty please,” you batted your thick eyelashes at your favorite blonde bartender.

She only nodded, shooting a desperate plea between you and the overcrowded area of the bar area with her eyes. You snickered, feeling her pain all too well, having spent many a night behind the counter, non-stop pouring drinks. Annie slid your drink over as quickly as she could, being stolen away by an already drunken man requesting a round of shots before you could hold a conversation with her. You shrugged, taking large gulps of your glass. You were parched from your dance, alcohol quenching your thirst. You hadn’t realized you downed your cocktail until you felt the clink of ice hit the front of your teeth. You left the empty glass at the bar, turning around and leaning against the counter as you planned out your next moves.

“You should dance to Doja Cat more often,” you heard a familiar voice hum next to you, looking up into the eyes of your security guard, Connie. A black bag you knew was full of your cash was held in his grip, a playful smile on his lips, “Took me like ten whole minutes to clean this up off the stage.”

You laughed lightly along with Connie, “What would I do without you? Could you put that in my locker for me, babe? I just left the dressing room.”

“‘S gonna’ cost you,” he joked, already leaving your form to follow your request. “You owe me a round of tequila shots, Patrón!”

Connie disappeared in the sea of bodies before you could call out a remark. You sighed, flopping your head onto your shoulder, eyeing back the gazes from different men who took in your relaxed body. None of them piqued your interest, and you found yourself feeling quite lonely in the middle of the club.

This was the last place on Earth Levi had pictured himself in. When Erwin had grabbed Levi’s arm, tugging him out of his home office, a strip club was the very last place Levi could’ve fathomed ending up in.

“You, my friend, are going to have a good fucking night!” Levi recalled his blonde friend shouting at him, tossing the much smaller man into Erwin’s passenger seat of his truck. Levi had only grumbled, disappointed his hot cup of tea would become cold in his absence, the novel he had been reading left disheveled on his desk. When Erwin had pulled into a parking lot, Levi finally had taken notice of their destination.

“What the fuck are we doing at a strip club?” he spat through clenched teeth, a migraine coming on.

“Attempting to get you laid,” Erwin smirked, sliding out from the driver’s seat. Levi had no choice but to follow, Erwin not giving him even a moment to try and talk his way into heading back home.

“Why?” Levi was seething, blood pumping loudly in his ears. Why did Erwin care about Levi’s state of his love life, or lack thereof?

“Levi,” Erwin paused, sighing before the entrance. “I’ve known you since sophomore year of college, that was almost six years ago, and that entire time I’ve seen you go out on one date. You didn’t even see the girl again after it either!”

“She was boring,” Levi defended, his eyebrows furrowing. “Most people are boring. Why waste my time?”

“Because, some people are worth it. I forced you to be my friend, and look at us now!”

“You’re not an idiot,” the corner of Levi’s lips lifted.

“I think that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” Erwin chuckled, tone sarcastic. It was true though, Levi would’ve never allowed Erwin to try and befriend him all those years ago if he had been a total lost cause. Erwin was smart though, driven and ambitious. He worked hard and never slacked off, traits Levi deeply admired. “C’mon, what’s the harm in having a bit of fun?”

There was a lot of harm, turns out. Levi was caught completely off guard by how nice this club was, bouncers all over the pristine premise. He visibly relaxed at this point, his inner germaphobe sated. Though he did use hand sanitizer generously before sitting down on the plush chair in front of the stage, Erwin chatting in his ear over how beautiful the dancers were here. Levi half listened, more interested in his glass of whiskey than his best friend. He downed it easily, almost like he was drinking water. Then the lights dropped, and you had walked out.

With all his might, Levi tried to act like he wasn’t enticed, not wanting to bring Erwin any satisfaction. It was true, Levi’s love life was basically nonexistent. Only having sex with maybe three girls in his lifetime, it had been awhile to say the least since he had seen a beautiful woman in this state of undress. When you had leaned down, breasts pressing so sinfully against the stage, crawling towards him all on fours, a primal urge rippled through Levi’s body. Like you were daring him to act out, to cave in entirely to your will.

He felt a piece of himself missing when you exited the stage, but the room felt lighter, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Erwin was in a similar frame of mind, shooting Levi a knowing look.

“Well, what’d you think?” Erwin leaned towards his friend, a small smile on his face.

“I think that’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life,” Levi groaned, uncomfortable admitting this, rubbing his hands across his face.

“You should pay her for a dance, I know I’m definitely going to get one later,” Erwin’s eyes followed a thick dark skinned woman, swaying her hips, winking at Erwin as she walked past. He pushed up off his chair then, “Actually, hold that thought.”

The absence of his friend so suddenly had left Levi feeling awkward and out of place. His lips held an amused scowl as he watched Erwin confidently approach the woman, her luscious lips twisting into a smile of her own as she grabbed his hand, and led him away from Levi’s view. The ravenette stood then, empty glass in tow, and decided that he would need another drink to get through the rest of the night.

That’s when Levi had seen you, leaning so casually against the marble countertops of the bar as if you had owned the place. Your eyes drooping in disinterest, too cool to associate with the crowd around you. You didn’t even seem to notice various men eyeing your form, talking amongst each other, never breaking their focus from you. And Levi had to admit, you did look so fucking cool. The realization that Levi himself had joined the crowd of your many onlookers startled him, beginning to feel embarrassment and guilt for admiring you almost as if you were an object. When your eyes had met his though, and a pretty smile changed your entire expression, any and all thoughts and feelings rocketed out of Levi’s mind.

He felt his feet move towards you before he could think thoroughly. You stayed, still and collected, eyes never breaking from his. As his strides graced closer and closer, Levi broke the connection from you, stopping to your side and calling out an order to a blonde bartender, ignoring you entirely.

Your shock rang through you like a gong, deep and humbling. This wasn’t what you had predicted in those fleeting seconds when you had seen the raven haired man making intentful strides to you. He was close enough to your body that you could hear the soft cotton of his white button up brush against the thick fabric of your leather jacket, and you felt licks of insecurity, a rare emotion for you.

“What? Shocked I’m not down on my knees begging for you?” Levi couldn’t stop the words from leaving his lips, noticing from the corner of his eye that you had stiffened dramatically.

You whipped your head to see him, to see his stupid expression as you were sure this man thought he was God’s gift to mankind. You knew this personality well, a common one with your clients believing that because you were after their money, you were technically working for them. To your surprise, you were met with the man’s steel grey eyes hard set in disinterest.

“No one’s going to give you a dance with that attitude, sir,” you huffed, clawing mentally to keep your cool. “Keep it up and watch how fast we get you kicked out.”

This man, a complete stranger to you, only ‘tsk’ed, digging in his black slacks to pull out his thick wallet, “I’ll pay you a grand if you take me back for a dance right now.”

Oh shit, you blinked, trying to process his offer. That’s a lot of fucking money.

“You have a funny way of showing that you like me,” you quirked an eyebrow, debating internally. “What’s the catch? What’s your thing?”

“My thing?”

“Your kink, your game, what’re playing at?”

“I’m not going to pay you to stand there and talk to me about what I like in privacy,” Levi scoffed, slightly embarrassed at the very public conversation that he believed was always meant to be in private.

“Fine,” your hand shot out, circling around his bicep, his strong bicep. “Let’s go, sir.”

Honestly the pet name was a shot in the dark, your best guess at what could possibly please this very attractive client. His moody attitude was throwing you off of your very whimsical and flirty facade, parts of your real personality peeking through the cracks. You didn’t know that Levi was actually enjoying this interaction, feeling flutters of admiration at your sharp tongue and quick mindedness.

You guided him to the back of the club, a bouncer stationed outside of a hallway. You nodded to the burly man, and he stepped aside and allowed the two of you to enter the hallway of doors. Numbers gold plated on each wooden door led the way, and Levi was starting to feel flickers of impatience.

The feelings settle once you unlock a door, pushing it open and Levi gazing inside. A plush leather couch sat in the center of the small room, LED lights flashing different colors slowly along the ceiling, and you guided him to sit down. His face was passive, and had you known the man’s thoughts in that moment, you’d know that Levi was unbelievably nervous. While he had the help of the liquid courage provided by his whiskey neats, Levi was incredibly inexperienced when it came to beautiful women, more specifically, you.

“What’s your name, love?” you cooed, hand trailing over his bicep as you placed yourself next to the ravenette, taking in his stiffened form.

“Levi,” he managed to choke out, feeling the deep stir of arousal from your simple touch. How could he not be attracted to you? The way you pressed yourself to his side, so tempting, you were an enchantress.

You mumbled out your stripper name, and Levi felt a pang of unease knowing that the ridiculous chosen name was not your real one. Your fingers trailed electricity over his clothes, the pads of your digits playing with the end of his sleeve. You leaned further in, breathing right against the shell of his ear.

“Ready for your dance, Levi?”

Levi gulped, raising a hand to push back his fringe from his face as you stood before him. His hands finally settled atop his thighs, legs comfortably opened and spread as he took a deep breath in, willing his mind and body to relax. Like Erwin had said, what’s the harm in having a little fun?

Goosebumps raised on Levi’s skin as the smooth bass of a somewhat familiar song kicked in. He had heard it on the radio once or twice, finding it quite catchy and therefore had never felt the need to change the station. His heart hammered in his ribcage, mouth drying as he watched you shift into character. A very fitting one, he thought to himself, a total and complete vixen.

Your back arched as you posed before him. His eyes drinking you in hungrily lit a flame deep within the depths of your soul, feeling the dire need to please the man in front of you. You bent down, tips of your fingers brushing against your toes, and then you threw your head back, hair falling seductively around you at the force. Levi was cursing profanities in his mind, a very verbal ‘fuck’ exiting his lips at the sight.

You turned your back to your handsome client, giving him a full view of your scantily clad ass as you teasingly slid your arms out of your jacket. Levi’s eyes followed every move, afraid to miss a single thing, every detail of you and your body becoming his biggest priority. Your leather jacket fell to the floor noisily, chains clanking as they hit the wooden planks. You threw a longing gaze over your shoulder, a pretty smirk on your face, and Levi had the startling realization that he had never felt a stronger attraction to a woman in his life. In fact, the intrusive thought had his mind traversing through past experiences, and had him wondering if had truly ever felt the tingling of arousal that you had awakened in him.

“Levi?” you brought your fingers under his chin to his surprise, angling his gaze to meet your curious expression.

“I’m alright, just,” Levi paused, letting his focus drift away from you. “This is my first time.”

Your face softened at his confession, genuine concern as you spoke, “‘S okay, just let me know if you want to stop at any point. And if there’s anything at all you want me to do, tell me.”

Levi was mildly stumped at the second half of your response. He could make requests of you, of this dance? The last thing he wanted in the world was for you to stop, in fact he never wanted this moment to end as you resumed your routine, eyes never leaving his.

Levi felt the blood rush to his lower half as you positioned yourself on the balls of your feet, leaning over his seated deposition, ghosting your lips over the shell of his ear, “You know, you’re quite handsome. You probably get that all the time, but truly, you are.”

“Thank you,” Levi managed to mumble, thoroughly embarrassed by the heat of your compliment. “You’re very pretty.”

You smirked, pushing yourself back to take in his shy appearance. You had a hunch that maybe if you provided Levi the confidence he needed, this hesitance would melt away. With that in mind, you turned your body once more, hands reaching behind you to undo the clasp of your lacy bra. Levi’s eyes widened, his fingers twitching in anticipation. When the material was released, you let out a silent sigh of relief from the pressure of the tight material. Your mesh top fell off your arms, you gently flicked it to join your jacket on the floor. Instead of showing your freed breasts to your handsome client, you bent down to your toes once more, shaking your ass and thighs. Levi’s eyes were ready to roll out of his skull.

You finally did turn, crouching between the space in between his thighs. Your hands slid from the bottom of his shins to the top of his thick thighs, you felt the subtle flex of his muscles as he tensed. His lustful expression showed you that Levi was less than hesitant, actually he was really enjoying himself now. This was his private show, and Levi was feeling extraordinarily special. He didn’t dare to raise his touch to grace your exposed skin though, not wanting to risk breaking any rules.

Your knees heaved you up once more, and you moved to straddle the raven haired man’s lap. You felt the hump of his erection between your thighs, and you bit back a moan at the sensation. Levi was in a similar frame of mind, trying not to let his bodily instincts and desires take over entirely. You rolled your hips, teasing his clothed length, and his grasp on control was nearly lost. Your naked breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hardened from your excitement. By no means were you the kind of girl to sleep with your clients or even entertain the thought, but when Levi’s lids fluttered and he bit the inside of his lip, you were rethinking every morally right ideal you held within yourself.

On par with the beat of the song, you leaned back, hands on his knees, and thrust your hips lazily in rhythm. Levi watched your ribcage expand and disappear under your naked torso, your navel shrinking and opening at the rolling motion. You flicked your hair behind your shoulder blades, your lips parted, and you let out a shaky breath. You were flushed against his hardened member, you could feel your center weeping at the contact. This was not your intention, to rub yourself all over this stranger, but the way his hands twitched and his eyes were so hungry had you feeling things you only indulged in by yourself, in the comfort of your bed and with your favorite pink vibrator.

“Make it fifteen hundred, and I’ll let you take me back to your place,” you mewled against your better judgement.

Levi’s concentration was broken, the whites of his eyes exposed as he shot his attention to your face. His lips contorted into an egotistical smirk, a contrast to his past shyness, “We haven’t even been in this room for five minutes, and you’re already wanting to leave?”

“Two grand,” your eyebrows furrowed, pushing your hips into his pelvis, satisfied when you heard a hiss leave his lips. “Keep teasing, and my price goes higher.”

“I’ll pay you whatever I want,” Levi’s features darkened. “Get your things. I want you to finish your dance when we get back to my house.”

You never did complete that dance. Levi was gripping your thighs and lifting you before you could even protest, your back slamming into the wall after he had unlocked his front door. His lips were all over you, your lips, your neck, your exposed collarbones. Your fingers were woven into his scalp, clinging desperately to the man.

He could barely contain himself on the drive home, seated palming your thighs in the back seat of a taxi. He had sent a quick text to Erwin, not explaining much but letting him know he’d talk to him tomorrow. Erwin hadn’t responded, not that Levi cared, but he had a feeling his blonde friend was in a very similar situation.

“You,” Levi growled into your neck, sliding his hands greedily under the t-shirt you had thrown on in the locker room of the club, “Are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

His teeth sunk where he could feel your pulse the strongest under his lips, and you wantonly moaned out. Although Levi lived a generically organized lifestyle, in this moment all he craved was chaos. He wanted to see your perfect body littered in his marks, his bites and bruises. He wanted to wreck you, bring you out of your nonchalant attitude, stupefying you. Levi was going to fucking break you in all the best ways.

“Levi,” you breathed shakily. “Please, bedroom.”

Levi rammed his clothed hips into the center of your spread legs, your ankles hooked around his waist in this position. You gasped, moaning at the contact. Your nails raked up his back, and you felt a similar urgency as he was feeling, wanting to feel the tear of his skin underneath your fingernails. You felt Levi’s hands grip your thighs to adjust his grip, and soon he was carrying you into the unfamiliar territory of his home. He guided you easily up his staircase, reaching his opened bedroom door and unceremoniously throwing you on your back on his mattress.

Levi was on top of you in an instant, his lips swallowing yours as he grabbed the collar of your shirt with both his hands. He fisted the material, and with a quick fluid motion, he tore the fabric in half. You were shocked, but figured you could easily borrow Levi’s clothing upon your exit. You didn’t stop him as he treated your bra in a similar fashion, thankfully not ripping the expensive lace. He reached under the arch of your back, unclasping it, and you pulled your arms through the straps and the remnants of your poor shirt. Your breasts were on full display for his eyes now, and Levi’s mouth pulled away from you. His hands snaked up your exposed torso, thumbs rolling past your hardened nipples to your neck.

Levi wrapped his right hand around your neck, and your breath hitched in your throat as he mumbled, “You like it rough, don’t you, brat? Want me to use your body however I want?”

You didn’t answer, wanting to seek punishment. His fingers tightened, and you felt a gush of arousal slicken your lower lips. Your hips bucked upwards, eyes pleading as you watched a sick satisfaction cross his expression.

“Answer me,” he spat venomously, leaning in to brush his nose against yours.

“Yes, sir,” you stuttered out, feeling the tips of your ears redden. You were so turned on right now, body responding loudly to every word and touch.

“Good girl,” he praised, not releasing his grip around your neck. His left hand stayed at your breast, tweaking your right nipple roughly, rolling the beaded skin between his forefinger and thumb.

You whimpered, bringing your own hands to rest above your head, stretching your skin more for Levi. His eyes were honed in on your face, all your desperate expressions as his hand left your chest and dipped under the elastic of your grey cotton shorts to meet the lace trim of your panties. His forehead rested against yours, his breath hot against your lips as you panted. When you tried to reach up to capture his soft lips in a kiss, he only squeezed tighter around your neck, discouraging you from trying again. He wanted to watch you squirm, memorize the way your eyes would flicker and your lips would quiver at his touch. His fingers tugged the cotton of your panties aside, and ran two digits across your folds, the pads soaked at the contact.

He circled your clit agonizingly slow, spreading your essence over your hood. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, back arching up to feel some kind of skin to skin contact. Levi was not going to allow this though, and ripped his touch away from your cunt. You whined at the loss, tears pricking on the edge of your lash line. You yelped suddenly when you felt the harsh slap of his palm against your folds. Levi’s gaze was hardened, lips almost pulled back in a sneer.

“Stop, or you’re not getting what you want,” he growled, and even though he was hovering over you, you could swear you felt the vibration from his chest deep in your bones.

You meekly nodded, willing your body to lay there as still as you could be. He smoothed his palm over the reddened area of your center, and his soft, teasing touch returned. His middle and pointer finger spread your lips open, ring and pinky finger kept your panties tucked to the side. Levi tucked his digits inbetween your heat, caressing your folds. It took everything in your resolve to not buck your hips at the feeling of the roll of your clit in between the pads of his fingers. You whined, blinking tears away rapidly.

Levi felt merciful for a moment, and fled his intimate touch down to your fluttering entrance. You could feel your muscles clenching in anticipation, letting out a moan of relief as he dipped the two extremities into your tight hole.

“You’re so wet, all because of me?” Levi teased, brushing his lips against yours. “Such a good slut, you’ve wanted me to touch you since you got on that stage tonight, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” you panted sharply, his fingers curled inside your walls and began to pump. “Wanted your attention so bad.”

“Like I had a choice,” he chuckled without humor, flicking his wrist hard into your core. “You came out looking like that, what was I supposed to do? This, you on your back, so needy, this was the only conclusion.”

He fucked his hand harshly into your sopping cunt at the end of his sentence, sending your mind reeling and your lungs gasping for air. Your plush walls encapsulated his fingers, you could feel the ridges of his knuckles deep inside of you. His finger pads prodded your sensitive spongy spot, and upon hearing your deep groan of pleasure, Levi aimed for that destination with every thrust.

“Feels so good,” you praised, your knuckles white from gripping the pillows above you. Levi still had his right fist around your throat, he could feel your esophagus tighten as every muscle in your body clenched.

With a hasty release, his right hand came down to pay your heaving breasts attention. His lips replaced his fingers, sucking harshly on the most sensitive parts of your throat. You were almost screaming as he plunged in and out of your pussy, your left nipple harshly being pulled with his other hand, his teeth sinking into your neck. Your clit was throbbing with need, your coil in your stomach desperately searching for any form of release.

“Levi,” you cried out loudly. “Wanna’ cum.”

“Are you asking or telling me?” he grumbled against the column on your neck.

“Asking, please, need you to touch my clit,” you begged, too far gone to care about vulgarity, clearing noting the ravenette’s disregard for formality in the heat of the moment.

He let out a ‘tch’ at the nape of your neck, and pulled his fingers from your dripping heat, “You’re not cumming unless it’s around my cock.”

With his soaked hand, he tore your shorts and panties down to your knees in one swift motion. You lifted your legs, allowing Levi to slide them down the rest of the way and throw them onto the floor. Stark naked and exposed completely to the man now, your knees bent in the air, Levi slapped the backs of your thighs. You whimpered, clenching around nothing upon impact. He let out a groan, tugging his button up over his head, not bothering with the buttons. Your hands left the safety of the pillows above your head, fumbling with the belt that rested on his hips. He met your hands, finishing the job for you. Belt unbuckled, slacks unzipped and freed, he stood quickly, shoving the pants and his briefs to the floor.

You jaw slacked in amazement at the sheer size of his cock. Levi was hung, his member standing tall and proud and mouth watering. He returned to you in an instant, positioning his lower half to align with your spread center. His dick throbbed at the wet contact of your vulva, teasing the head against your clit. You threw your head back, arching your back and angling your hips to allow Levi better leverage. His fist flew to the base of his aching length, roughly fucking himself above you. You could feel the tightness of his knuckles as he brushed against you, and you moaned out his name.

“Such a needy little slut,” Levi degraded you, face set in false anger. “Desperate for my cock, huh?”

“Yes, yes!” your eyes screwed shut, you could feel the pounding in your pussy. “Want you so fucking bad. Please fuck me.”

“Please, what?” he cocked an eyebrow, letting out a groan as his thumb pressed into the underside of his head.

“Please, sir,” you begged as a tear fell down your cheek.

“All you had to do was ask, gorgeous,” he chuckled darkly, sinking the tip into your tight little hole.

You thought he would enter you slowly to allow you to adjust to his enormous girth, you were sadly mistaken though as he plunged his entire length deep inside of your soaking pussy. You let out a strangled whimper, more tears rolling down to your chin. Levi wouldn’t give you the pleasure of patience, pulling out just enough to threaten his head falling out, snapping his hips right back until he brushed your cervix.

“Fuck,” Levi moaned loudly, his hands circling the tops of your thighs, throwing your ankles over his shoulders. “Feels so fucking good.”

All you could do was fist the bedsheets under you as he took you violently. Sobs of pleasure racked through your chest, tits bouncing at the sheer force of his thunderous thrusts. The sounds of your cunt squelching around his intrusion was deafening accompanied by the smack of the skin of his balls hitting your ass. Levi pounded mercilessly into your heat, searching for his own heights before addressing yours. Of course he wouldn’t cum before you did, but the way your pussy fluttered around him gave him clear signs that it wouldn’t take much to push you over the edge.

Levi let out an animalistic growl as his pace quickened, slapping the meat of your thighs as his grip adjusted your knees to your chest. He leaned forward, and in the dim lighting you could see the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His steel colored eyes were locked in with yours, lips parted as he breathed heavily from exertion. Levi could feel the burn in his hips as he gave you everything he could, fucking you as hard and as fast as he could.

You were nearly screaming, unable to bite back any noises at his assault. You felt his fingers slither around your neck once more, tightening dangerously around your windpipe. He could feel the collection of your tears in the dip of your throat, and his cock was throbbing at the sensation.

“Crying ‘cause it feels so good, aren’t you?” Levi snarled, placing his sweaty forehead to yours. When you didn’t answer, he released your throat to bring his wet palm in a roaring slap to your cheek, “Answer me.”

“Yes!” you screamed at the tops of your lungs, your cunt contracting at the stinging pain turned pleasure. “Please, please, please, let me cum!”

Levi barked out a groan as he felt your plush walls tighten, making his hips stutter in his rhythm. His free hand came down to your clit, slapping the top of your pussy with no real force. His thumb commenced its own pattern then, rubbing the engorged bud with vigorous intention. Levi plowed briskly, his climax on the horizon. You were quivering under him, fat tears leaking from your eyes as hiccups and whines left your throat. You could feel the soreness in your hole, and knew the second you came, you’d be squeezing the ever loving fuck out of Levi’s massive cock.

“So close,” you sniffled, vocals raw from the pressure of Levi’s fist clenched around your esophagus.

“Gonna’ cum all over me, pretty girl? Yeah, fuck, c’mon, my little fucking slut,” Levi’s eyes were smoldering, veins prominent in his neck as he approached his own release.

“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” your eyes attempted to close.

Levi slapped your cheek, “Keep your fucking eyes open, bitch. Don’t look away, wanna’ watch you.”

You nodded meekly, the build up in your stomach at its peak. His thumb circled faster, and you could feel every single motion in your pussy as he slammed his fat tip against your g-spot. It was too much, too intense, and you felt your coil snap as you clenched viciously around him.

With a loud gasp of air, not enough due to Levi’s fingers digging into your throat, you couldn’t stop yourself from bucking your hips. Your vision blurred over in thick tears, your skin was burning hot as Levi cursed above you. Your pussy contracted around him in a mind blowing flow, pleasure seeping in every pore and every cell in your body. If Levi had neighbors, or roommates, the noises you were making would be entirely concerning, sounding as if something gruesome was occurring in his home.

Levi was pushed out of your cunt from the pressure, and he dared not to slip back in your contracting hole out of fear of dumping his seed deep in your womb. He pushed your legs flat down after removing his touch from your clit, positioning his hips over yours as he fucked his fist at the same rapid pace he was drilling into your center. Loud moans escaped his parted lips, pistoning his pelvis with a death grip on his red swollen cock. Thick ropes of cum shot across your breasts, his thrusts never slowing.

You pushed your breasts together with your hands, fingers toying at your nipples to visually stimulate the man above you. He growled at the sight, “So fucking hot, yeah, take my fucking cum.”

He stilled, head thrown back as he let his girth fall from his grip, his cum oozing from his slit. You moaned at the sight, your mouth watering. Had you not been in such a hurry from the start, you would’ve gladly swallowed his cock down your throat, consuming every drop of his load. Maybe another time, if there would be one, you thought.

Your orgasms simultaneously slowed, until the two of you heaved heavily from the hard labor of the vigours fucking that had just occured. Levi moved off of you, grabbing tissues from his bedside table, and wiped up your torso. Before he could collect all of his cum though, you let a finger dip into a puddle in between your breasts, Levi’s eyes watching adamantly as you placed the digit on your tongue, rolling your eyes back into your head at the taste.

“You’re so needy,” he teased, a smirk crossing his exhausted face.

“Maybe,” you giggled breathlessly. “Maybe I just wanted a taste.”

Levi hummed, pushing back his dampened bangs from his forehead. He gazed at you in curiosity as you pushed your aching body off the bed, wincing at the indistinct soreness between your thighs, “I have clothes you can wear, don’t worry about giving them back either.”

Ah, so here came the awkward after the one night stand conversation. You smiled politely then, “I wasn’t worried. ‘Was gonna’ steal them one way or another.”

“Lucky I didn’t catch you then,” he mused, pushing himself off the mattress as well. “You’re welcome to take a shower, if you need to. I’m about to get in myself.”

“Nah, I should probably get home, it’s late,” you searched for your phone on the floor, finding it in your jacket pocket as you tapped on the Uber app.

“I can drop off the money tomorrow at the club, if you’re working,” Levi leaned against his bedroom wall, biting his lip as his demeanor changed back to his previous one from earlier.

You smirked, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “Baby, believe me, you couldn’t pay me to have sex like that. I wanted to fuck you, the money was just a fun little fantasy.”

Levi felt his ego inflate at your confession, his own lazy smirk rolling off his lips, “Let me pay for your Uber at least.”

And so he did, walking you out to the car when it arrived. You were swallowed whole by his comfortable clothing, and he placed a sweet kiss to your lips before you ducked your head into the vehicle, closing the door behind you. The car drove off swiftly, and Levi dug his hands in his pockets, walking back inside the comfort of his home to take that much needed shower.

The usual neon lights greeted you as you spun around the pole the next evening, less customers this time. You were feeling the undeniable soreness of your throat and center as you twirled around. Thankful for full coverage foundation to hide the bruises and marks littered across your entire body, no one had questioned why you were walking with such a limp. Well, aside from your favorite security guard.

“You’re off your game tonight,” Connie noted as you placed your sore body onto the bar stool. “Any reason why you can’t sit fully down without wincing?”

You flicked a unamused glance his way, “Any reason why you’re being so fucking nosy?”

“Just wondering why that guy left with last night has been following you around the club all night is all,” Connie took a swig from his beer mug, eyes batting to point behind you. “Hm, yes, very strange.”

You rolled your eyes, turning your head in the direction of his gaze. Your breath caught in your throat as Levi strided cooly over to you, a small smirk on his handsome face. He ordered a whiskey neat over the counter next to you, and cleared his throat as he finally looked into your eyes.

“Thought I’d actually get to catch your dance this time,” Levi greeted. “Y’know, since I missed it last night.”

You heard Connie snort obnoxiously, and your eyes threw daggers in warning. Connie threw his hands up to mock surrender, taking his drink and walking away. You returned your attention to the ravenette beside you, “Just couldn’t stay away, could you?”

“Just couldn’t get you off my mind,” his eyes trailed to the pout of your lips. “When does your shift end?”

“In a few hours, why?”

“I wanna’ see what kind of place a girl like you can afford,” he smirked. “Maybe get a private dance this time.”

“You do pay pretty well,” you flirted, trailing your fingers up to the collar of the fashionable black sweater. “Guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’ll make it worth the pain,” Levi breathed out cockily, swiping his thumb over the swell of your bottom lip. “Wouldn’t want to get out of here now, would’ya?”

“I guess I could for the right price,” you parted your lips, lightly biting down on the tip of his digit.

Levi didn’t respond, instead he grabbed your wrists and led you impatiently out the door. You’d text Connie later and have him hold your tips until your next shift. You had a very important client to dance for.

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