#getting rid of Annie X

[lyak12]

Lucy Bronze x reader please. They get spotted multiple times by fans and paparazzi that they are together but they haven’t come out as a couple yet. So when reader scores winning goal at Wembley at the euros. Lucy kisses reader. Like cute fluff

Privacy, or not?

A/N: That request was just too cute and suddenly got really motivated to write. Cut me some slack, it's not very long, not proofread, and I'm a bit rusty, but I'd like to think it's a start:) Thanks for the cute req, Annie :))

Warnings: None just pure fluff

If there is one thing that is important to Lucy, it's her privacy.

You know that, and it's been openly communicated as you started dating a bit over a year ago. That means no love drunk posts on social media, or anything similar.

At first, you had thought this was going to be hard for you since you happily let your followers take part in your life, but you quickly realized that the beauty in this privacy is priceless.

You've never been so happy in a relationship.

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Lucy and you are currently walking at the beach near her apartment in Barcelona. You had quickly learned that Lucy values physical touch, and by now, whenever you were out together with no obvious paparazzi, her hand would always hold yours. Now isn't any different.

You look up at the brunette and can't help but smile. You're so happy. She notices you staring and asks, smiling, "What are you looking at?". "The person that makes me the happiest I've ever been", you just answer honestly as Lucy blushes slightly.

That's another thing you learned about Lucy early on in your relationship. She's pretty shy outside of football, and she could not deal well with being complimented.

"You're so cute when you blush", you just chuckle and cuddle into her side slightly. Lucy just rolls her eyes slightly before placing a soft kiss on your head.

You weren't surprised when the next day you were tagged in, I don't know how many tweets that show a very blurry picture of the two of you at the beach. People have been speculating about your relationship for months now.

As you crawl on the bed where Lucy is lying, you hand her your phone with the Pic. "You can not even tell it's us. They're just two blobs", she chuckles as you just start laughing. By now, it is just fun to tease the media.

You crawl into her arms and rest against her chest, cuddling close. "The paparazzi foto from the restaurant a couple of weeks ago has definitely been better", you mumble as she wraps her arms around you and holds you close. "That was a good one yeah", Lucy says as she kisses your forehead.

The euros were in just two weeks, and even though it's not your first rodeo with the national team, you always get a bit nervous. Lucy knows that, and she also knows that no matter how often she reassures you that everything will be fine, she can't get rid of your nerves completely.

"You thinking about the euros again?", she asks softly as she plays with your hair, and you just nod slightly. Crawling completely on top of her, you wedge yourself in between her legs and look up at her. "What if something happens to your knee?", you ask a bit worried. "Love, my knee is doing very well. Don't worry about me. We'll have a great tournament and play the sport we love, okay?", she asks as she looks into your eyes and caresses your cheeks. You nod and sigh softly before smiling at her.

And Lucy has been right. You both have been having an amazing tournament so far, and before you guys know it, you're in the final. All ready to win the euros. You've never witnessed the lionesses so hyped.

You got on in the 63th minute, and only minutes later, the Germans score a goal to make it even. You glance at Lucy from across the field, and she just nods at you. Telling you to stay focused. So that's what you do.

The regular time is over, so you move into the overtime. It's in the 111th minute that you have a perfect run, and you just take the shot. And it's in. At first, you can't believe it, and then you start cheering, running over to Lucy before jumping into her arms. Your other teammates jump on you too, cheering and yellin, but you only grin at Lucy.

You have never seen her look so unbelievably proud of you. She rests a hand on your cheek and kisses you. You haven't talked about it, but right now, it just felt right. And if Lucy is ready to make the two of you official, so are you.

You grin at her as you break the kiss before pecking her lips once more. You still had a game to finish. However, before you know it, the whistle is blown, and you're handed the medals and trophy. "We did it", you say, grinning at Lucy. "We sure did", Lucy says before pulling you in again for another kiss. "The fans that have been speculating and shipping us are gonna have a ball with this", you say, chuckling.

"Let them", Lucy just says, grinning and kisses you again. This is a nice way to end the tournament.

#lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze #woso fic #woso x reader #lionesses

[iloveparkjonggun]

Lookism men x wife!reader

characters included; Gun, Goo and Jake. reader is fem, nicknames(dear, sweetkins, princess etc) , characters are aged up, SFW, fluff fluff AND fluff.

A/N: after finishing lookism, i couldn't stay silent any longer, i HAD to write for them despite literally having no idea how to, i suppose that this is the first time i'm writing something properly, haha. Anyways, have fun reading <3

_____ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚_______

. . . . . ╰──╮Park JongGun╭──╯ . . . . .

Gun aged like a fine wine, you must admit. The day you laid your eyes on him for the first time ever still replayed in your mind, although you wouldn't really admit it. Witnessing with a new student while you were just chasing around your cat was the least thing you expected, and that attidute of his, you didn't expect that either. You were 16 at that time, young and full of life. Life was dready sometimes, that's a fact that no one could never get rid of including you, but who cares? We're here to have fun, and that's how you lived your life. When you gave Gun a slight smile along with a wave for the first time, he just replied with a single glance and turned away. He was odd, you thought. You were familiar with the most of the students in your school, and since he was a new face, you just wanted to greet him kindly. And how did that thug react? Exactly.

That's when that guy, who's name you learned later sucesfully inserted himself in the bad side of you, you could easily tell that he was a delinquent from the way you looked, but still you can't judge a book by its cover, but including that attitude with that presence? yeah, he definetely was a delinquent.

You just had no idea how the time melted so quick, the guy who used to be nothing but a delinquent in your eyes years ago was now behind you, arms roaming around your waist, stroking you as if you were a sculpture while you were just trying to cook dinner. ''Dear,'' you call out, a smile unconsciously appearing in your lips. ''Go take a shower first, you must be tired after work.''

He almost purrs while nibbling on the side of your neck, ''I am. So let me reduce my exhaustion.'' You could feel him inhaling your scent, lips contacting with your skin, leaving several soft kisses which caused you to giggle slightly. ''Alright, enough. Go shower, dinner's almost ready.'' You turn your head, leaning closer to him. knowing what you were up to, he moves his face to the side, his cheek waiting to feel your lips on it. Expecting to greet with his cheek, you greet with his lips instead, tasting the cigaratte at the same time. Damn it, you think. You fell for this move again. The chuckles coming from him while he makes his way to the bathroom only increases the heat of your cheeks. With a sigh, you continue to cook, a smile on your face.

. . . . . ╰──╮Goo Kim ╭──╯ . . . . .

''Princess!~'' cooed Goo, grinning with his full teeth, seeming utterly excited on whatever he was about to show you. ''Guess what just happened.''

''What?'' You answer, pair of eyes still glued to your phone, which instantly goes noticed by your husband. A frown already on his face, he leans his head to your phone, blocking you from the view of your phone. ''Look at me, not at the phone.'' He narrows his eyes and gives you that pout. You put your phone aside, now your full attention on your needy husband. Resting his head on your lap, he gives you a cheeky smile.

''Guess what day tomorrow is!''

''September 11th?'' You ask, one eyebrow slightly raising as you played dumb.

''Yes it is but, that wasn't the answer i was looking for.'' His lips quivers, before he tilts his head ''Don't tell me that you forgot, Y/N~'' He whines, which was when you decide that it was the time to drop the mask. A chuckle could be heard from you as you gaze down at him.

"Silly. what do you think that i was searching at my phone?''

''Wha- hey, you're just trying to change the topic now!''

''No im not, dumbass. I was searching for places to spend your anniversary.''

''Stop trying to change the to- Oh.'' Hearing those words causes the pout replace with a smile which easily reached his ears. ''Aww, sweetkins!'' In a blink of an eye, Goo was now straddling your lap, throwing his arms around your neck while he buried your head on his chest, rubbing your head on his chest as he hugged you. ''I knew that you didn't forget about it!''

'' 'Course i didn't forget, how could i- Goo get the hell away from me i cant breathe.''

''Oh.'' From his facial expression you clarify that he forgot how heavy and muscular he was for a moment. Now, you were the one on top of him, sitting on his laps as he hugged you, grinning up at you through your chest. ''Better now?''Your hand extends to his blond hand on its own as you smile back. ''Better.''

. . . . . ╰──╮ Jake Kim ╭──╯ . . . . .

You were gazing at the big deal street with your husband, head resting on his shoulder, his hand slowly stroking your waist, keeping you close as the cheerful talks of the people mixed with each other on the background while you both enjoyed each other's company in silence ''How odd.'' You break the silence first, recalling memories. ''Years passed, yet, this street still looks the same.'' Glancing up towards Jake, your smile widened at the sight of the smile displaying on your beloved's lips.

His irises' attention was now on you instead of the street as he smirked. ''How odd.'' He repeated your sentence, ''Years passed, yet, you're still beautiful as you were before.'' lips slightly parting away, you couldn't even reply to that sudden compliment, but your face sure did, which earned a loud laugh from your husband as he brought you closer, while you frowned, eyes on your shoes, attempting to hide your red cheeks despite already being aware that it wouldn't work.

''Damn you romancist.''

#lookism #gun park #park jonggun #kim joongoo #goo kim #jake kim #jake kim x reader #gun park x reader #park jonggun x reader #kim joongoo x reader #goo kim x reader #i feel like i made jakes part too short tbh.. #sorry loves </3 #lookism fic #let me know your guys opinion #negative or positive. doesnt matter #i might continue writing for them but eehh~

[simp2537]

I had another idea in regards to Percy or Percabeth. So, in House of Hades, we see Percy literally control a goddesses tears & poison to pretty much kill her before she can kill him & Annabeth; the only reason he doesn’t kill her is because Annabeth doesn’t want either of them to endure the potential consequences of what killing a goddess could entail— some people have said she was scared of Percy, but others said she was more scared for Percy. Either way, imagine if Percy did something like this again, but to one of the reader’s (gender neutral or male, and I’m thinking child of Apollo or Aphrodite, something like that) friends or siblings or something, and Annabeth doesn’t stop him; maybe the reader tried to break up with them, or just did something that made Percabeth feel the reader needed to be taught a lesson. Obviously this would be dark/yandere Percabeth again as opposed to normal cause y’know, they’d never do something like that unless they were crazy. Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read this and write my different requests & ideas; have a great day :)

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Misery the Truest Way of Love

A/n hope you enjoy, it’s been a while since I’ve read house of hades so I hope most of this is right, if not it’s the magic of this fic. No problem, I’m working on the other one, I just haven’t had much time to watch tv as of late. Also reader has hair.

Warnings: Death, Yandere behaviors, Anxiety, Choking, murder as a use of punishment

Anon - 🪑

All Characters are aged up to 18 plus

Yandere Percabeth x Gender neutral! Reader

The choking noises of Sorian as she chocked on her own blood. Y/n dropped to the ground as their body quivered. Percy’s eyes burned with a furry Y/n had never seen before. Annabeth moved to Y/n’s side and griped their shoulders tightly.

“Per…..Percy sto-p…” Y/n’s voice comes out hoarse and rough. Annabeth keeps a strong grip on Y/n as she watches Percy. Percy doesn’t stop as Sorian claws at her throat her treat pouring out of her sullen eyes. Y/n tried to shrug Annabeth off themself but she held tightly. Y/n looked up at Annabeth, their eyes filled with fear. Sorian dropped as blood pooled from her mouth. Y/n tried to get out of Annabeths iron grip but to no avail.

“Please! Stop it! She hasn’t done anything!”

Percy let out a noise of disappointment and shock his head softly. His hair bounced softly as he sent his charming boyish smile. Annabeth hummed softly petting Y/n’s hair. Sorian gurgled as she began to go red.

“Hasn’t done anything? Come on Sunshine.” Percy paused her playful tone turning sinister. “Wasn’t little miss Sorian trying to convince you to break up with us?”

Y/n froze as Annabeth’s hands dug into their scalp. Y/n whispered in pain as Annabeth tugged onto their hair.

“You wouldn’t have listened to her? Would you?” Annabeth taunted softly. Percy shot a quick look to Annabeth and she quickly released her grip on Y/n’s hair. Percy didn’t want to hurt Y/n, their little sunshine just needed to learn to be good. That’s all, and if the lesson could be learned by getting rid of Sorian, then that would be the lesson.

“N-no, I wouldn’t have listened! Please, Perc…. Annie… please stop!” Y/n pleaded with her lovers. Sorian’s skin went purple and Y/n tried to claw Annabeth off her. Annabeth and Percy shared a smile and the Sorian stopped moving. She stopped choking. Sorian just stopped.

Annabeth let go of Y/n and allowed them to crawled over to their dead sister. Y/n’s tears cloudier her eyes as she held tightly onto their older sister.

“Don’t cry baby, Sorian was trying to keep you away from us.” Annabeth comforted softly and she kissed Percy’s cheek. Percy leaned down kissing under Y/n’s chin, he licked at their salty tears with a smirk.

“Sunshine, don’t you understand. You’re ours, and nothing will keep you from us.”

With Percy’s words Y/n could only think misery is the truest form of love.

#percabeth x reader #annabeth x reader #percy jackson x you #pjo x you

[redcoralpot]

we NEED fluff of our boy glenn !!! /nf

like the aftermath of S6 EP3, male!reader comforting glenn after finding him traumatized from an certain act after the herd (unless you know the actual event im not tryna spoil anyone here)

and a lil canon divergence? like we and glenn get to talk enid in a respectful manner

hope that's enough for you to work with !! mwamwa!

Quick practice to help me recover from writer's block!!

Left to My Own Devices - Glenn Rhee x M! Reader

Summary: After Nicholas' unfortunate demise, Glenn is alone with his thoughts, but not for long.

Warnings: Blood/gore descriptions, violence, suicide, and death.

Word Count: 1.1K

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Ten hours.

Glenn had been stuck under a dumpster for ten hours. What had been a deafening amount of shuffling and groaning had slowly trickled down to a few every once and a while, though he could tell at least one walker was feasting on Nicholas. 

His heart had never stopped pounding since he slid under the bin, a crude attempt at keeping his body and breathing under a tight hold, but exhaustion was starting to creep under his skin. Yet still, Glenn did not dare to relax. One squish… two squish, three– it was never ending. He doubted that Nicholas was even recognizable at this point, but he had to have known that before he put a gun to his head. Right?

On the opposite side of the dumpster, there were a pair of work boots, attached to stained jeans that covered any skin. It smelled disgusting; mud, blood, and rotting guts coming together to make an odor that was impossible to get away from. Glenn’s stomach grew uneasy, the image of his friend stained into his mind. Chances were that it was just a straggler from the main herd that had crowded the two of them before, but he couldn’t risk using his gun to get rid of it, not if the others were still within a mile. 

Glenn slipped a hand into his pocket, flicking a sturdy knife open in his palm. It was sharp enough to cut the tendons of its ankles, making it an easy kill, even for someone in his state. His jaw clenched, ready to strike. However, right before he raised his knife, movement caused him to pause. It was starting to stumble away, around the dumpster. Towards Nicholas. 

A thump, a gurgle, as if the walker fell on its knees in relief for the free snack. In any other situation, Glenn would have chuckled to himself. Through the crack between the asphalt and his face, he witnessed something similar; a corpse was on its side, facing him. Its eye twitched, completely limp, but it had nothing similar to the hefty shoes the other had. Sneakers, the kind every kid was required to have for gym class, only loosely hanging on to its feet. Glenn’s gaze followed as the boots firmly kicked the walker away from him, a deep grunt coming from the perpetrator. 

“Huh,” they said, crouching beside Nicholas’ body, “this doesn’t look good.”

He recognized that voice, back from Alexandria. Glenn briefly considered the prospect that this was a dream at best, a hallucination caused by exhaustion at worst. He ultimately decided against it. 

Glenn knew his voice was rough from dehydration and disuse, “Hello?”

“Rhee, is that you?” You perked up.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

You hissed, reaching a hand out for him to take, “What the fuck happened? Everyone thought you were dead!”

“There was a herd and Nicholas…” Glenn trailed off, bile rising in his throat. He couldn’t look at you, choosing instead to stumble onto his feet on his own. 

“Got caught?”

“Nah, something else.”

You eyed the gun besides his remains, a sense of understanding settling over your face, “Do you need to sit down?”

“We need to get away from here– did everyone else make it back?” 

“Not that I know of,” you hesitated, “but Alexandria was attacked while you were gone, by Wolves. I don’t recall seeing David, Annie, or Sturgess come back, and Betsy is in shock.”

Glenn bit his cheek, “Sturgess didn’t make it.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but a creaking noise behind you made your head whip around. Perhaps instinctively, you moved your body in front of him as you scanned the area. Two dark eyes were peeking from around the corner, wide and scared, wisps of brown hair falling from the girl’s ponytail. Though your muscles were still tense, you lowered your weapon, clicking your tongue against your teeth.

“Enid.”

“Alexandria isn’t safe,” she whispered.

You shook your head, “So you followed me? That was at least ten times more unsafe than whatever went down back there.”

“I could’ve handled myself!”

“You’re thirteen or something, you can’t.”

“I’m sixteen–”

Glenn finally spoke up, “Being inside a walled community is always safer than going on your own.”

You patted his back, “We’re going to Alexandria and you’re coming with us.”

Enid seemed to know better than to argue, instead choosing to peel the gun out of Nicholas’ hands. The three of you set off, slipping through a hole in the wire fence, flies buzzing off of a familiar face. A stained piece of paper was laid inches from his fingers, the blood spread onto it dried into a crusty brown. You blocked the view from the other two, but Glenn was too observant for his own good at times. Suddenly, the bags under his eyes seemed more sunken, and he looked like a shell of the energetic Glenn you grew close to after the farm burned down. 

“Do you need some food?” you suggested, trying to keep his attention.

“I honestly don’t think my stomach can handle it, man.”

You peered at his pale face, “Well, the offer is always up; I stole some chocolate chip granola bars from a lovely bald man.”

“Morgan? He’s not even bald.” That got the tip of Glenn’s mouth to quirk upward.

“I can see his scalp shining from a mile away, don’t lie.”

Enid rolled her eyes, “There’s a difference between being bald and having a buzzcut.”

“Please, there’s a centimeter of a difference!”

“You stink.”

You shrugged, a piece of human intestines making a bloody trail behind you, “I had to blend in somehow.”

Her nose scrunched up, and a reminder of the predicament they were in made Glenn grimace. His limbs were starting to feel heavy, the sides of his vision fading in and out, his stomach gurgling– Glenn didn’t know how much longer he could keep going. He was not about to give up, unlike Nicholas, never like Nicholas. Nicholas whose body pushed them both to their deaths knowing only one would actually suffer from it– until there was a hand on his shoulder, grounding him. A spark of anger was the only thing he could muster up before an immense sadness washed it away. Your hands were calloused, firm, from being one of the most hardworking men in the community Glenn knew, constantly repairing the wall or training the incapable. 

While you were here, it would be okay. If anything at all, nowadays, Glenn could put his faith in that with full certainty.

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@cannabrisano

#x male reader #male reader #lgbtq #gay #male y/n #the walking dead #twd #glenn rhee x reader #glenn rhee #glenn twd #glenn rhee x male reader #twd x reader

[candywife333]

One of the guys

pairing: OT7? alphas X chubby wingwoman HYBE employee Y/N (omega in hiding)

NEW MINISERIES (almost resembles a series of just dribbles)

Summary: She's the man. No literally. She totally is. At least in the perception of everyone at HYBE. She hangs out with the guys like a pro , strategizes with them to get them any girl of their choice, gets rid of their one night stands with ease, convinces their FWBs to leave them alone, provides constructive criticism about their sexual techniques, and even counsels them when they are having mental breakdowns. In essence, she makes MEN out of boys. Is that her job description? Not exactly. But she does it anyway. Because Y/N just happens to be one of the guys.

Warning: cursing, crude language, eventual smut

PART 1

"Y/N, does this outfit look good for the date tonight?!!!", Taehyung paced around in a panicked fashion, worried about being late for his date.

Y/N turned around slowly in her revolving chair nursing a freshly baked croissant in her hand, quizzical expression on her face, right eyebrow propped up in a strong arch. She calmly advised, "Lose the ugly plaid shirt and replace it with a plain black turtle neck. Get rid of that thirsty look on your face and wipe the sweat on the nape of your neck. You don't want to look like you just ran a marathon. As much as old spice commercials try to convince guys that women like sweaty men, we don't like guys looking like drowning rats on first dates".

Taehyung opened his mouth open in shock and disbelief at her cutting words. Y/N questioned nonchalantly as she propped her sweat pant clad right leg on the coffee table, munching on her crispy treat, " Have I ever mislead you boi? Till now, have you not bagged a chick under my guidance"? Taehyung winced, because he very well knew that not only him, but all the other members never lost when Y/N advised them with regards to the workings of women. Especially in regards to the mindset of omegas.

They were all alphas and any girl, or omega for that matter that they chose to pursue, they got. Mainly because of Y/N. You could call her a lifestyle manager or a counselor. The words were not apt enough to describe her position completely. She was all encompassing in her role. Nobody would be able to replace her.

Y/N was originally one of their junior managers, till they slowly realized that she was worth more than just that job role. Taehyung remembered the day they had met her. When Jungkook had been bemoaning his lack of p***y at the time, Y/n had remained in her usual uniform of black sweatpants and baggy black shirt with a smirking expression on her quiet face. Side note: None of them knew how y/N even looked like under those baggy clothes, she never changed her clothes, ever. Under any circumstances.

She had taken one look at Jungkook's pitiful, pathetic little face propped up like Orphan Annie on a blue loveseat, and remarked in her usual quietly cutting manner, "You need to wash that BO off your armpits boy. Brush your teeth. Use some salicylic acid on that face. And learn what weights are. Girls don't like oily spaghetti. We like it in our mouth when we eat it, but we don't like f**king it". They had all been startled at the time.

But she had resolutely continued her tirade, "You can take the advice or leave it. But I guarantee that if you fix what I said, you will have girls falling all over themselves for you, like flies over lasagna". After her curt statement, she walked away, a baggy legend , without even a glance backwards.

Over the years, since their debut, she remained in the background, mostly staying in HYBE's main building, acting as a mix between manager, mental health counselor, life coach and sex therapist. If anyone had questions that they couldn't get figured out anywhere else, they came to Y/N. Cause she was just that good. New idols swore by her, even giving up time off some times, just to have appointments with her biweekly.

She was too good, to the point that even the jade rock statue that was Yoongi, would consult her when he was struggling. And he never even consulted his parents, so that was saying a lot. It was even more hilarious that their head of PR and sometimes even Bang PD were found creeping into her office. She was a magician and a queen and she knew it.

Taehyung nodded at her suggestions, not questioning her and got ready to head out the door as Y/N made her way out of his dressing room. She rarely did much strenuous activity, so she had this habit where she calculated her steps daily and would be found randomly pacing around the HYBE building with her tablet in hand.

As Y/N left his room, Jungkook walked in, smiling at y/n in glee, making grabby hands to try to hug her. She swatted him away with a smirk and walked away as he entered the room. He grunted, " Looking good Tae. Off to bag Ashley I see. You are pulling all the stops for this one". Taehyung shrugged , "No choice dude. She is super selective about who she dates. Which is why Y/N told me to go for a basic but chic look. And she told me to keep some gum on me, in case my breath stank. Because apparently classy girls hate garlic".

Jungkook nodded absently, clearly not interested in girls like Ashley, the daughter of a makeup corporation's CEO. He motioned for Taehyung to come closer, as if what he were about to say were a top secret, "Do you ever wonder what Y/n ACTUALLY looks like"? Taehyung, bopped him on his coconut head with his right hand. "The hell do you mean, what she actually looks like. Not like she is lying to us. The girl doesn't even wear makeup". Jungkook shook his head frantically, "That isn't what I mean. I mean, we don't even know her shape, she dresses so baggy she looks like a blob. And her face is obscured by her thick black specs that honestly look more like sunglasses because of the tinting. And her hair is always pulled up into a bun, so we don't even know the texture of her hair".

Taehyung pondered these sentiments. For sure, Y/N was very bland when it came to appearance. The only distinctive thing about her was her ocean breeze fragrance. Otherwise she blended into the background. "Why are you suddenly so curious Jungkook? She's worked for so long at HYBE. Why does it matter"? Jungkook looked uneasy as he proclaimed after a pregnant pause and gathered Taehyung even closer as if to divulge some national security threat, "I have a suspicion that she has a........please don't tell anyone my conjectures........big ........ASS".

Dumbfounded at his outlandish statement, Taehyung exclaimed in disbelief, "You mean a BADUNKADUNK, A G WAGON, A DUMP TRUCK? OUR Y/N"?!! He nervously tittered, "no way man, no way". Jungkook winced as he continued, "Well I am sort of curious, because you see...", he twiddled his thumbs with trepidation, "I sort of was looking when she bent over to pick up a pen...and her shirt sort of slid up and I saw something that looked massive. You know, of global proportions". He paused as if in deep concentration, finger on his head, "Worldwide, if I had to put it in the simplest terms. And the stranger thing, is that her scent smelled like strawberry cheesecake for all of 2 seconds till it switched back to her usual fragrance".

Both of them stood there, puzzled in a quandary. This may not seem like a big deal. But it definitely was. Because if Y/N was pretending to be someone else entirely, their world view and perception of life, may have just shifted drastically.

#comedy #chubby y/n #ot7 #jungkook x y/n #taehyung y/n #chubby romance #eventual smut #plus siz e y/n #bts x plus size y/n #bts x curvy y/n #bts x chubby y/n

[wexhappyxfew]

12 on Subtle Love for Judy and Rosie? Simply cannot get enough of them ❤️

JAMIE HEYYYY!!!! thank you so much first of all for dropping this in the askbox :) very very appreciated on my end + it's for judy and rosie, my two sweetbeans who deserve nothing but the best, so truly, thank you!! i was inspired by the intimacy of sharing in the quiet moments and in this case, this piece hit me a bit harder than others. we come to judy in a time where she's wrangling some of the loses that the group experiences, over and over. and she's trying to find some anchor to hang onto in this ferocious sea that continually knocks her down, over and over......and rosie happens to be that anchor :)

looking out for me

(a/n): for the judy x rosie girlies :') in the midst of finals season, but needed a break from biophysics for the brain and landed on a judy x rosie piece that i'd been playing around with for a few weeks and finally found a place to put it in! prompt is: "You can call (talk to me) me. Day or night. I'm there for you." (changed call to 'talk to me'). please enjoy these two and the intimacy of sharing! <3

The briefing room was probably the place she felt it most.

The loss. The amount of lives that had stepped through the doors and heard that final mission, not knowing it would their final mission in life.

With the lights not on and the sun barely risen outside, it was almost peaceful. When they weren't being told that recipe for a suicide mission.

It was weird knowing Annie Bradshaw wouldn't be walking through those doors today for the mission; along with Margie or Bessie or Kennedy.

Knowing that their lives were scattered somewhere in continental Europe if they hadn't all died.

If.

Judy had gotten her tears out - it was funny, being so accustomed to death day in and day out, she got used to the names being told around the base. She just didn't expect it to be their names.

Reaching up to brush at a stray tear, Judy schooled her features a bit better than she had previously that morning when she'd woken up and Viv had watched her breakdown all alone and build herself slowly back up. None of them really wanted to have to talk about it - the four of them that were missing - especially Francis. Francis seemed to feel it deep within her enough that she was numb. Numb to it all. Judy hurt for her. One day she'd find herself better able to understand these emotions, these feelings, all those unwanted thoughts in her brain. For now, she could only sit and let them grow. She heard the door open from somewhere behind her and slowly turned her head over her shoulder.

Rosie Rosenthal stepped into the briefing room, his gaze lingering around the place, only before settling on her there in the chair. Judy watched him from across the room, the pound of her heart causing all the blood to rush to her head and her eyes, and it took all her might to stay right there in the chair instead of launching across the room to beg him to hold her and put her back together.

To get rid of this ache, this ever-present constant in her life.

Every person going down in a flying coffin, MIA or dead.

But even he couldn't do that if she couldn't even do it for herself. No one could do, especially if you couldn't do it yourself.

Judy hadn't taken the time to realize he had crossed the room, in his slow approach and settled there on the seat beside her. She watched him for a quiet moment and licked her lips.

"Not hungry?" he asked her quietly, leaning forward against his knees and looking up at her with those big, worried eyes, "I noticed you weren't at breakfast." Judy watched him, before a stubborn tear rolled down her cheek, quickly wiping it away, her hands slick with sweat, her heart pounding in her ears, loud enough for any other sense to be drowned out. She stared at him and swallowed the cry in her throat and shook her head.

"Not really." Judy managed out quickly, before looking towards the window, trying to control her breathing rate and her pounding heart, "Just needed a place to be alone….for a bit." Her vision became slightly blurred by her tears and she felt her body aching to cry, to let it all out, to get rid of this feeling and become comfortably numb. But she couldn't do that. She had to keep it in.

She could tell Rosie was taking it in, her poor mumbles of words, mulling them over and thinking all at once. His face looked more strained than usual and he seemed so still, like some sort of statue. She blinked away her tears - over and over.

"You going to be okay for the mission today?" she heard Rosie ask quietly, and there was something in his voice that made her want to cry just a little bit more.

Ever since Rosie had asked for her to be the turret ball gunner for Rosie's Riveters, she had been trying her hardest, putting out with all she could, to do her best in his eyes. There was a certain level of gaining his trust inside the plane that she had already gained outside the plane. A trust that she could operate a gun and strike down what enemy planes she could.

And he knew she was hard on herself, everyone had known that.

And with Silver Bullets being out of commission and their previous crew splintered in various groups, into Operations and HQ and all over Europe, she was still trying to convince herself she could get back to that headspace she'd been in under Annie and Captain Faulkner.

Now with her third commanding pilot, the fear she'd lose him was overwhelming.

"I will." Judy said quietly, looking over at him, his own eyes meeting her red-rimmed ones and she nodded, "I promise you." Rosie watched her; she usually never saw this much of his concerned side of him. He was usually pretty good at hiding it, at least in front of the other men and especially in front of her.

But sometimes, she'd hop out of that ball turret, sweat marks streaked across her face, burn marks on her cheeks, her hands beat-red and shaking and she'd see something flash through Rosie Rosenthal's gaze that made her want to take his worry away in any way she possibly could.

That maybe she could do something that wouldn't worry him, that would reassure him and take that fear away. Because even if he didn't show it, his eyes and that far-off look were ever-present and she saw it, even when staring at each other from across the interrogation table.

Because he'd stare at her as she spoke - citing what she saw, how many chutes, the works - and she'd watch his jaw clench and those eyes turn dark, and he'd speak solemnly almost, and an undisturbed, coldly, calm demeanor and would be by her side when they were dismissed. And he'd ask her how she was and if she needed a sit down. And he'd always have that look. One she replayed over and over in her head.

Like it was the last time he'd be seeing her get out of that ball turret.

"Well," Rosie said quietly, reaching into his inner coat pocket, revealing a neatly folded, lumpy brown bag, "then I can't have my ball gunner going up on an empty stomach so. Eat." He held out the brown paper bag and she stared at him, unsure of the offering, before taking it into her grasp and adjusting herself to sit up a bit. She looked hesitantly at the bag before looking up at him.

Watching with those persistent eyes, she slowly opened up the bag and inside was two pieces of bread, along with a sausage rolled in napkins and an orange. Her stomach, admittedly, growled at the sight and smell of food and she heard Rosie chuckle from beside her.

"Go on," Rosie said softly, his voice thrumming against her ears in a pleasant way that she'd never complain about, "here." He pulled his canteen forward and handed it to her. "Water, too." Judy watched him, in slight amazement and then met his gaze.

"Thanks, Rosie," she said quietly, "you didn't have to-"

"Don't worry about it," he said casually, and then settled into the chair and looked to her, "food's more important than anything and…I don't mind sitting here with you to make sure you enjoy it." She smiled a bit wider at his words, before digging into the bag and pulling the orange from the contents of the bag and settling it in her palm. Staring at the orange, she began to feel her eyes fill with tears and Rosie seemed to notice, leaning forward and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Sorry," Judy managed out, reaching up to wipe at her eyes, a rather ugly sniffle leaving her nose as she nodded to the orange, "it's just….do you want half? I shared these with Bes all the time, so." Rosie held her gaze for a moment, before squeezing her shoulder warmly and nodding.

"Of course." he said, and Judy cracked out a smile towards him and sniffled again, "Big fan of oranges, ya know?" Judy let out a small laugh and she watched him grin, before she slowly began to peel the fruit, with Rosie's attentive gaze on her own downcast eyes and her slightly shaky fingertips.

"Oranges' your favorite?" Rosie asked her quietly, and Judy looked up, nodding.

“Back home, my brothers and sisters and I would always eat these. Ma made sure if we had anything, we had oranges," Judy said, a small chuckle leaving her lips, "Bes knew I loved them, so we'd usually share. All the time. And since…since she's not here, I wanted to share. With you." Rosie grinned at her, his eyes soft and lingering as he nodded. She smiled again before peeling away the rest of the bright orange outer surface. She looked up at him.

"Plus, it's rare when we get oranges in anyway, so….it's pretty special," she said, pulling the orange in half and then handing the first half to him, "for you." Rosie took the orange and smiled at her with a breathy, "Thanks." Taking a bite of the orange, that familiar and nostalgic taste flooded her mouth and she couldn't help but breathe a little easier just at that.

"Thank you, Rosie," Judy said, swallowing the orange and nodding to the bag, "it means a lot." Rosie gave her a worried smile, where it didn't quite reach his eyes and showed that maybe she had worried him more than she would ever know, but he nodded and looked to her fully.

"I know after the news, it hit you pretty hard." Rosie said, and she felt her throat tighten just at his words, the thought of what had happened, "And Judy….you know, you know you can talk to me. Day or night." Judy nodded and let a shaky smile cross her features.

"I'm there for you," he said softer this time, "you won't lose me that easy." That got a grin on Judy's face as she took another bite of the orange and met his gaze again, his baby blues watching her like it was the greatest sight to behold on base - when there were surely other things like the blue skies, or the setting sun, or the sight of one of those fortresses landing against the tarmac.

They didn't say much for the next few minutes, as they each enjoyed their halves of the orange, but Judy couldn't help but let her eyes linger on him for a moment after each bit of orange in her mouth. Watching how gently he had taken the orange from her, and how tender he still appeared now. How calm she felt sitting there next to him.

"You okay, Judy?" Blinking, she noticed that the orange was empty from her hands, and she was staring off into nothing important, and Rosie's hand was present on her shoulder. Judy met his gaze and then nodded, before covering her hand with her own.

"Yes," she said quickly, nodding again, "just, thank you Rosie. For everything. For looking out for me." Rosie smiled at her, squeezing her shoulder comfortingly, the tops of his cheeks dusting pink.

And he didn't have to say much - he just said, "Next time you get your hands on some oranges, come and find me."

Maybe oranges will be our new 'I got your back and you got mine'.

#masters of the air #mota #mota writings #silver bullets #judy rybinski #rosie rosenthal #judy x rosie #they #shared #oranges #(sobs in a corner) #ya know those quotes about sharing oranges? yeah that was basically my commentary on those in a moment of grieving and i just i- #mentally and emotionally charged by this so #dont mind me losing it in the tags AGAIN #yeah them #them them them #someone give them all the best and brightest things for their future plz #(cries) #HE NOTICES THINGS SHE DOESNT EVEN NOTICE ABOUT HERSELF !!!!!!! (he notices i scream)

[angelofthenight]

Playlist for Last Man Alive

( This just a playlist of random songs that go with/relate to my fic,, if u think of a song that u think should be here feel free to comment it and I’ll add it! Songs in green are the ones that suite the most perfectly )

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Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift

Boyfriend - Dove Cameron

Dear John TV - Taylor Swift

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things - Taylor Swift

Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me - Waitress

Meant to Be Yours - Heathers

Karma - Taylor Swift

Girlfriend - Avril Lavigne

I Did Something Bad - Taylor Swift

The Red Means I Love You - Madds Buckley

Lotta True Crime - Penelope Scott

Invisible String - Taylor Swift

Dead Girl Walking Reprise - Heathers

Jealous Girl - Lana Del Rey

Haunted TV - Taylor Swift

An Unhealthy Obsession - The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra

Love Story cover - Sarah Cothran

You’re On Your Own, Kid - Taylor Swift

Somebody’s Watching Me - Rockwell

Gods & Monsters - Lana Del Rey

The Beast in Me - Bonnie Pointer

Right Where You Left Me - Taylor Swift

Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

Thriller - Michael Jackson

Oblivion - Grimes

Yo Girl - Heathers

Always Forever - Cults

Hey Lover - The Daughters of Eve

Get Out Of My Head - Tryhardninja

Tag, You’re It - Melanie Martinez

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Paparazzi - Lady Gaga

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Tonight You Belong To Me - Patience & Prudence

Cool for the Summer - Demi Lovato

Pacify Her - Melanie Martinez

Bad Romance - Lady Gaga

Knee Socks - Arctic Monkeys

Christmas Kids - Roar

You Don’t Own Me - Lesley Gore

You Don’t Own Me - SAYGRACE

Illicit Affairs - Taylor Swift

Smoke and Mirrors - Jayn

Enchanted TV - Taylor Swift

Little Girls - Annie 2014

Hellfire - Hunchback of Notre Dame

Call Me Crazy - Gabbie Hanna

MONTERO - Lil Nas X

Strawberry Shortcake - Melanie Martinez

You Belong With Me TV - Taylor Swift

Senpai Notice Me - Random Encounters

I Can Hear The Bells - Hairspray

All Men Are Pigs - Studio Killers

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Take A Hint - Victorious

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Our Love is God - Heathers

Better Than Revenge TV - Taylor Swift

Ready or Not - Bridgit Mendler

Teacher’s Pet - Melanie Martinez

Norman fucking Rockwell - Lana Del Rey

August - Taylor Swift

Cake - Melanie Martinez

The Archer - Taylor Swift

Bloody Mary - Lady Gaga

Clean TV - Taylor Swift

Hopelessly Devoted To You - Grease

Final Girl - Graveyardguy

My Tears Ricochet - Taylor Swift

This Little Girl - Cady Groves

Obsessed With You - The Orion Experience

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve - Taylor Swift

Lay All Your Love On Me - Abba

EVIL - Melanie Martinez

I’m Still Standing - Elton John

Using You - Mars Argo

All I Want For Christmas Is You cover - Chase Holfelder

Betty cover - Chase Holfelder

Michelle - Sir Chloe

You Are My Sunshine - Jimmie Davis

The Wolf - SIAMES

Obsession - Animotion

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! - Abba

Head Over Heels - Tears For Fears

The Point of No Return - Phantom of the Opera

You’re the Inspiration - Chicago

I’m Just Ken - Barbie

Don’t You Want Me - The Human League

I Want You (She’s So Heavy) - The Beatles

#reader insert #paul dano riddler #dano!riddler #paul dano #the riddler x reader #the riddler #edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #yandere edward nashton #yandere riddler #yandere riddler x reader #the batman 2022 #the batman

[onionsaremeansstuff]

Old Friends

Pairing: Soldier boy (Ben) x Male reader

Sammuary: After hunting  Payback, Soldier boy got the information about an old friend being alive. He decided to go after him.

Warnings: Not much, kinda fluff, kinda angst

A/N NOW THIS SHIT IS WORKING

Beta'd by @chaoticgaysstuff

After executing the final Payback member, Soldier Boy, Hughie, Annie, and Butcher were inside Hughie's black van. Hughie was sitting in the driver's seat, Soldier Boy was sitting in the passenger seat, and Annie and Butcher were sitting in the back seat.

"So, who exactly are you after now?"  Hughie asked the man in the passenger seat, briefly looking over at him before flicking his eyes back on the road.

"Who I am after now doesn't matter to you. The deal is that you take me to him, I perform what needs to be done, and then I kill the homelander. That's all you need to know." Soldier Boy grumbled.

Look, we assisted you in getting rid of your former teammates, and since Dark Noir is the only other person left to kill, why don't you reveal our target?" There was annoyance evident in Butcher's voice from Soldier Boy's lack of details about who they're after now.

Soldier boy sighed as he massaged his temples. "Agent 9."

"Agent who?" Annie questioned. "There is no agent 9 in payback."

"That's because he wasn't a Payback member. He was my..." He paused as he tried to find the right word to use. "Just an old friend."

Hughie looked in the rearview mirror, making eye contact with Butcher and Annie. They all seemed to be thinking the same thing because the two in the back seat nodded before Annie spoke up. "There is no way we're taking you to someone we don't know, especially to a supe. We don't know what he can do."

"You guys may not know him, but I do. Agent 9 or 'Y/N' as I used to call him

was a synthetic human that was created by Vought as part of the spy department's plan. He was the only child they produced — out of perhaps 30 — and was the only one  who tolerated the V and everything else they did to his body." The soldier explained.

"And why would we see a Vought's spy?" Butcher asked, speaking up for the first time. "Isn't he really dangerous?"

Starlight looked perplexed. "I also don't ever recall there being a spy division at Vought."

Soldier boy looked irritated from their seemingly endless questions as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yes, he is dangerous; he has the ability to teleport himself, others, or parts of others. He can kill you by taking your head on a journey to Paris while your body meets Idaho. For this reason, I will deal with him myself." The soldier informed before facing Annie. "You haven't heard of it because the spy department was terminated a long time ago. Y/N was the only one who survived, and he was the lone spy. If I'm correct and I usually am, he cut ties with Vought years ago."

"Why would Vought permit their favorite science project to cut ties with them?"

"Because they were too weak to stop him.  No more fucking questions." The words were spoken in a lower tone, yet it caused everyone to remain silent throughout the car ride.

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A few hours later, they arrived at the location where Agent 9 was supposed to be. The area resembles a small farm, seemingly divided by a narrow street with strawberries growing on one side and apple trees on the other.

"So the extremely dangerous spy is also a farmer?" Hughie inquired, opening the door to exit the vehicle.

"Yes, and I'm going in alone, so shut the door."

Butcher was ready to debate the point when Annie gently patted his shoulder and urged him to let him go alone.

Soldier Boy made his way through the narrow street till he arrived at the door.

He knocked but received no response.

The soldier decided to open the door, despite feeling anxious about the circumstances. He was in luck, however, because the door was unlocked.

He carefully browsed the rooms in search of Y/N, but couldn't find him anywhere.

"Should have known those fuckers were lying." He muttered to himself, walking into the kitchen. It was then he noticed that there was apple pie in the center of the table.

"I'm a hero, I deserve a fucking pie anytime I want one." He grabbed a knife and sliced a piece of the pie, putting it on a plate.

He felt a cold hand brush the back of his neck as soon as he brought the fork up to his mouth.

Behind him, a cold but recognizable voice shouted, "Who the fuck are you?"

The soldier could not contain his grin.

"How can you not recognize me? Ouch, Y/N, that really hurts my feelings." The soldier attempted to turn around, but the hand tightened its hold on his neck.

"Soldier Boy is dead. What are you, some metamorph supe?" Y/N asked. "If I send your head straight to Stan's lap, I think he'll understand that I don't want to work anymore."

"Calm down, it's me," Ben said as he began to feel anxious.

Y/N maintained his cold tone as he said, "No, you're not. Soldier Boy is dead."

"I didn't die that day. My team betrayed me and sold me to the Soviets. I became a lab rat." Ben started to explain. "Some individuals are trying to kill homelander, so they went to Russia to find the weapon that purportedly killed me, but they ended up freeing me, and here I am."

Before turning around, Ben could feel the hold loosening somewhat.

"I don't believe you."

"In 1973, you had a mission in Prague and I had one in Vienna. When our missions were over, we met up and you took me to Greece, where we hung around on a secluded beach till morning. Three weeks later, you were still whining about the sand and how much you detested beach sex."

The appearance of (Y/N) was unaltered; in fact, he looked precisely as Ben recalled, exactly as in the dreams he had while being tortured.

Ben continued to focus on the other person's face. "You haven't changed at all."

"At least playing Tetris with my DNA had one redeeming thing." As much as he was joking, Ben could feel the that he wasn't happy

Ben knows that Y/N still hasn't forgiven him.

"What do you want?" The younger asked.

Ben was able to give the exact response he desired. He initially wanted to know if Y/N was involved in the betrayal but realized that this wasn't the only factor based on his reaction to seeing him. He wanted to visit  Y/N once more, although he wasn't sure why.

Ben had sex with guys before. He previously had sex with Y/N, and from the perspective he always had, he was high and seeking pleasure all the time.

He recalls the moment Y/N declared his love for him. Ben had made fun of the other man's emotions that day and told him that he was only a toy.

That was the only time he ever witnessed the spy cry.

Looking back, he recalls the lack of indifference he felt about Y/N.

Ben never gave the other man much thought because he was usually high and already had a girlfriend.

He didn't, however, think about his girlfriend when he was being tortured.

He thought about Y/N.

How he held him, smiled, and enjoyed the little minutes with him while acting intoxicated.

"What the fuck do you want?!" The other man yelled at Ben, jolting him out of his daydream.

He attempted to make an excuse by saying, "I... you know, I wanted to see an old friend.

The other man snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Fuck, you Benjamin." Y/N voiced coldly and Ben flinched from the hatred that dripped from each word. "Fuck you."

Ben pondered how foolish it was for him to travel here in the first place. What did he anticipate? For Y/N to be happy that he returned?

He had questions about who he was, how he felt, and what he wanted.

He wanted his old friend back. No, he was craving more. Ben yearned for the return of the little moments. Yearned for the kisses, the cuddles, and the warmth he felt when he was with you.

Ben met the other man's gaze directly.

He was certain.

The other man, who had been enraged, now stared at him emotionlessly. "I love you."

"Sure, you do."

Y/N turned around and started to move, but Ben shot up and hugged you from behind.

He could hardly feel the other man, who was ice-cold and immobile like a statue, while he pleaded, "Please, I'm not toying with you. I love you. I love you so much."

Ben wishes he could read the other man's mind at times like this; he hates the entire spy training experience Y/N.

Does he even still care about him? Is he a fool to try and get something back that he has already lost?

Despite Ben's best efforts, it was too late to stop crying.

He always hated crying. He was a man; he shouldn't be crying right now, but he couldn't help himself at this moment.

But honestly, that was the furthest thing from his mind at this point.

The other man's body was no longer tightly bound by his arm. Tears started to fall down his face as he felt Y/N moving away.

He was devastated.

When Ben thought all was over, he felt a hand drying his tears touch his cheek.

His swollen eyes made it difficult for him to focus on Y/N.

"I've never seen you cry before," Ben could sense the warmth in Y/N's voice.

"I — I never cry." Ben struggled to utter, "I'm sorry, I was such an idiot that day."

Without saying anything, Y/N brought Ben into a hug while massaging his back with one hand.

"Do you accept my apology?" Ben asked.

"I…" (Y/N) attempted to make a sentence but failed to do so.

Ben stopped sobbing. He wasn't sure what he was going to do at the time, but he was certain of one thing.

He intended to get his man back.

"I'll make it up to you," Ben promised, looking him straight in the eyes.

"I'm not sure if I can trust you."

"I'll earn your faith back, I swear."

They were hypnotized by one another's presence as they stared into each other's eyes.

Their faces moved closer to each other.

When their lips were only centimeters apart, someone opened the door, causing the two men to jump apart.

Butcher and Hughie walked inside, shouting, "WE HAVE NO TIME YOU FUCKER."

Ben had a furious look on his face whereas Y/N's face became blank.

"You fuckers just had to come in here right now?!" He screamed in annoyance.

"Yeah, foreskin-chewer. I hope you're done because we still have a job to do." Butcher said as Hughie gave the supes an apologetic smile.

Ben threatened them, so Hughie and Butcher left the house.

"Foreskin-chewer?" Y/N asked, more to himself than to the other.

"Ignore him. I have to leave right away, but I swear I'll be back." Ben said as he kissed (Y/N) on the forehead.

After that, Ben departed the house.

Ben had been striving for vengeance before anything else.

For no other reason, then to make himself feel better, he was going to kill his old teammates and the homeland.

He has a good motive to fight now.

Somebody is waiting for him.

And he hopes that he doesn't fuck everything up again.

#male reader #x male reader #soldier boy x male reader #jensen ackles x male!reader #jensen ackles x male reader #jensen ackles x reader #soldier boy x reader

[defectivevillain]

heart to heart

pairing: jeff winger x masc!reader

reader’s pronouns: he/him

word count: 2.8k

[ao3 version here]

I write content for trans-masculine, nonbinary, gender fluid, and other similar identities that are underrepresented in fiction.

Jeff is a pretty easy going guy. Sure, he has his flaws- few and far between as they are. He doesn’t try in classes, gets needlessly frustrated when someone does something better than him… The list goes on. Truthfully speaking, Jeff Winger does have flaws. He just never expected to add homophobic to the list.

It’s time for the school dance or, as Dean dubbed it, the Transfer Dance. It’s one of five dances at Greendale Community College, and arguably the only one that happens routinely. The school is already decorated for the big night, even though it won’t occur for a few days. It’s mildly irritating to see the cheap paper and plastic decorations strewn across the cafeteria. Jeff lets out an irritated sigh as he gets his food, bending down to avoid the decorations. Greendale isn’t built for tall people, evidently. He laments the thought as he stares down at the solitary chicken tender on his plate. It’s really a shame that the cafeteria doles out so few. That’s one of the perks of going to a community college, Jeff thinks to himself sarcastically.

There’s a sudden tap on his shoulder. He turns to the side, only to find Star-Burns staring at him in irritation. Jeff rolls his eyes and gets the rest of his food, before walking back to the group’s table. He slides into the booth across from you. For a moment, there’s nothing but awkward silence as the study group eats.

“Are you guys excited for the dance?” Annie is the one to get rid of the awkward tension. Immediately, the table bursts into conversation. Pierce starts talking about something that is definitely not moral, but the group tunes him out. Shirley says that she’ll go if she has the time, to which Annie and Britta immediately try to convince her to come. It’s a heartwarming sight to see everyone so excited, loath Jeff is to admit it.

“Troy and I are going as Calvin and Hobbes,” Abed says, a hint of a smile flickering on his face. He’s fiddling with something in his hands. “I’m Calvin.” Troy nods, as if he had anticipated that remark. Jeff rolls his eyes, refusing to admit that he is slightly jealous of their dynamic. Abed and Troy are always on the same page. He idly wonders what it would be like to have a person like that. Jeff shakes his head and returns his attention to his food. It seems that Greendale is really getting to his head.

“It’s not a costume dance…” Britta remarks with furrowed eyebrows. Troy and Abed don’t seem the least bit bothered by the statement, instead turning to look at one another and whisper about something.

“How about you, Jeffrey?” Shirely asks, successfully turning everyone’s attention to him. Jeff resists the urge to bang his head on the table in front of him. Unfortunately, he’s not entirely immune to the angelic smile Shirley weaponizes. He sighs. “Looking forward to the dance?”

“No,” Jeff snarls. It’s a characteristic prickly remark from him, so no one at the table reacts. He does catch you throwing him a worried glance, weirdly enough. He’s just about to ask you what your concern is for when he sees someone walking determinedly to the table. Jeff turns his attention to the man striding through the aisle with a confident expression. As he gets closer, trepidation rises in Jeff’s mind.

The man comes to a stop in front of their table. It takes Jeff a few moments to realize what he’s here for; he’s not here for Britta or Annie. Hell, he’s not here for Troy or Abed either. It seems this guy is here… for you. Jeff immediately loses his appetite. The lone chicken tender on his plate suddenly looks revolting. He tries to fix his attention on his friends, the table in front of them, anything but the guy currently propositioning you. He tries to think about something else—the monstrous essay Chang assigned them that’s due tomorrow, the test he has on Friday. Despite his attempts, Jeff still hears the guy’s every word. It’s painfully uncomfortable for reasons he can’t quite pin down.

“Oh, um, sure.” Your voice draws Jeff out of his convoluted haze of thoughts. The group claps excitedly and Jeff’s heart drops right to his stomach. It seems you’re going with this guy to the dance. A shiver goes up his spine, especially when he sees the man put a hand on your shoulder. Meanwhile,  Shirley murmurs something under her breath about Jesus, which Jeff makes sure to tune out. His hands twitch inexplicably and he accidentally makes eye contact with Abed, who gives him a knowing look. Jeff scoffs and averts his eyes, trying to look anywhere except at you. It’s painful to see the smile on your face, despite his knowledge that it’s more reluctant than anything else. Everyone else seems entirely immune to the strange feeling curdling in Jeff’s stomach.

The rest of Jeff’s day is horrible, to say the least. He can’t get that image out of his head and every time he closes his eyes, he sees the guy putting his hands all over you. Jeff grits his teeth and goes through his classes, ignoring the wayward glances and confused gazes that his classmates send him. None of it matters. The only thing that matters is the fact that you’re going to the dance with someone.

Jeff isn’t homophobic. At least, he doesn’t think he is. He’s perfectly supportive of Troy and Abed—hell, back in their pining stage, he used to thoroughly enjoy teasing them. If there’s one thing that Jeff has going for himself, it’s that he is consistent. Therefore, this sudden shift in attitude is throwing him off. Troy and Abed dating never bothered him. Annie and Britta dating never bothered him. The idea of you dating that guy, however… Jeff rubs his eyes roughly to rid himself of the thought.

He’s growing to dread the Transfer Dance which, naturally, means that time passes very quickly. It’s almost as if Jeff blinks and, suddenly, it’s the night of the dance. Annie and Britta are kind enough to invite him over. Jeff would’ve hung out with Troy and Abed, but he knows them well enough to know he’d walk out of their apartment with a costume on. This is how Jeff finds himself sitting in Annie’s apartment with Britta, watching in amusement as they scramble to get ready.

“Are you okay, Jeff?” Annie flashes her puppy eyes and Jeff is unable to keep his menacing glare. Britta smirks victoriously from her side. “You’ve been acting a bit… weird… for the past few days.” Britta echoes the sentiment. The concerned gazes the girls level him with nearly make him blurt out all his problems right then and there.

Thankfully, the universe seems to have his back, because Annie and Britta notice the time and quickly get to their feet, practically dragging him out of the apartment. Jeff goes along, feeling a bit conflicted at the conversation fading into obscurity. He hadn’t wanted to talk about it, but Annie and Britta have always been exceptional listeners. Perhaps they would have been able to help him figure things out. He gazes forlornly out the car window, ignoring the worried glances the girls exchange. The three of them make it to Greendale and are quick to walk to the entrance. Troy and Abed are waiting on the steps, dressed as Calvin and Hobbes. Jeff shakes his head in fond disbelief. Their hands are intertwined and they greet all of them. Pierce and Shirley are the next ones to arrive—judging from Shirley’s annoyed expression, Jeff isn’t sure he wants to know why they arrived together—and the group is complete. Jeff tries to ignore the fuzzy feeling in his chest at the empty space at his side, the space where you would be standing. Abed claps a hand on his shoulder and the group proceeds into the gymnasium.  

It’s sparsely decorated, but the others seem to like it. Jeff supposes it’s charming, if you’re a community college student with nothing better to do. In that regard, it seems he’s the target demographic after all. Troy and Abed run off somewhere. Before long, Annie and Britta are dancing on the dance floor. Jeff elects to stick with Shirley and Pierce. Shirley is bemoaning her horrible evening whilst Pierce is boasting about being a good Samaritan. Jeff is trying to listen, he really is, but his mind is elsewhere.

“What do you think- Jeffrey!” Shirley exclaims, sending him a maleficent glare that promptly makes Jeff fear for his life. Whatever murderous intentions are running through Shirley’s mind seem to fade upon seeing his face, strangely enough. “Oh, Jeffrey…” Jeff squints at her. What is she talking about, and why does she have that sympathetic expression on her face? He tries to glean the answer from Pierce, but the man is instead looking at Shirley. A moment later, Pierce nods in understanding. Since when did Shirley and Pierce have telepathic communication? Jeff scoffs.

“Sometimes, you just need to grow a pair,” Pierce says, a self righteous expression on his face. Jeff stares at him in disbelief. Pierce seems to interpret this as a general confusion about his statement, which he quickly clarifies. “Of balls. A pair of balls.” Shirley’s murderous expression from earlier returns but, thankfully, it’s not directed at him. Pierce puts his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

“Oh!” Shirley’s voice breaks Jeff out of his far too short reverie. Her eyes are wide and she has a hand over her mouth. Jeff follows her gaze, trying to find what she’s looking at. There are students milling about in groups. A few are dancing on the floor. “There he is-!” Shirley breaks off, making a choked sound. Jeff frowns and tries to look for what she’s talking about. There are couples making out everywhere, he recognizes in disgust. His eyes flit past a pair in the corner, internally grimacing at the way the guy pushes the other person into the wall.

Wait. That’s not just some person. That’s you.

“I knew it,” Pierce interrupts loudly, briefly tearing Jeff’s eyes away from you. There’s a triumphant expression on his face and Jeff immediately regrets ever speaking to the man. Pierce accused him of being gay countless times, he realizes with dread coiling in his chest. “I fucking knew it.”

Jeff doesn’t bother to dignify Pierce’s remark with a response, so he instead turns back to look at you again. Upon closer inspection, he finds that you’re standing next to the guy who asked you to the dance at lunch. Although, he’s not standing near you; he’s practically standing on top of you. Jeff knows he should look away now, but his body won’t obey his commands. He’s forced to drink in the sight of this guy holding you close and kissing you. Even worse, the bastard’s hand is on your waist. His hand is on your waist. The guy’s hand is dangerously close to sneaking under your shirt and Jeff’s stomach rolls at the thought. He isn’t homophobic. Right? He doesn’t think he is. But… this display makes him feel nauseous.

“It’s really not the time, Pierce,” Jeff detachedly hears Shirley remark. Were he in a better mental state, he’d raise an eyebrow at Shirley’s evident lack of surprise. He expected her to be shocked at the very accusation of him actually being gay.

Before Jeff can think about what he’s doing, he is striding towards you. He hears Shirley and Pierce calling after him, but all Jeff can focus on is tearing you away from the guy. He absolutely hates the annoyed expression on the man’s face when he pulls him away, but he hates the dazed look on your face even more. Gritting his teeth, Jeff grabs your wrist and pulls you after him. You stumble along, evidently not wanting to resist and fall over in the effort. Jeff tugs you into the nearest classroom and closes the door behind the both of you, before flicking the lights on and staring at you.

“What the hell, Jeff?!” You immediately exclaim, clearly irritated and confused. Jeff tries to summon the courage he needs for this conversation. You don’t seem keen on staying, however, as you break away from him and head back to the door. Your hand is clasping the doorknob and Jeff swears his heart starts to beat right out of his chest. You’re so close to walking away, walking back to that bastard. He takes a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” Jeff admits, causing you to stop in your tracks. It hurts to utter the words. However, seeing you with that man hurt far more.

“What?” Your eyes are wide. Jeff pretends not to notice your evident surprise.

“Just hear me out, please?” Jeff asks, internally groaning at how desperate he sounds. A few seconds pass and neither of you move. Just as he thinks you’re about to leave, you sigh and close the door. Jeff finds himself feeling thankful for your seemingly infinite patience.

“I….” Jeff tries to say. The words just won’t come out. He takes a few moments to try to recollect his thoughts. Jeff is brutally aware of the expectant look on your face. He owes you an explanation. It’s just… hard to speak on his feelings. His heart is racing in his chest. Jeff takes a deep breath. “I think I’ve been jealous this whole night.”

He doesn’t focus on your reaction. Now that he’s started talking, the words won’t stop falling from his lips. “This is going to sound so stupid, but…I thought I was being homophobic. Every time I saw you kissing that guy, it made me sick to my stomach. I thought I was just being a douchebag, but I began to realize…”

“Realize what?” You eventually supply, after a minute passes and the statement is still caught in Jeff’s throat. He takes a deep breath, manifesting all the confidence he’s ever possessed. He’s certain that he’s never been this nervous before. His heart is in his throat. Even so, he knows what he needs to do. Jeff knows now. Everything makes sense: the strange feeling in his chest, the anger he’d get from seeing you with that guy, the compelling urge to avoid looking at you with someone else.

“I think I have feelings for you,” Jeff chokes out. He can’t bear to look at you. For an awful moment, he hears your hand clasping the doorknob and the door falling open. He averts his eyes and looks to the ceiling, the walls. Jeff can’t bear to hear you reject him. He just can’t bear to hear it. Instead, he waits for you to leave.

A few minutes pass and you don’t leave. There’s a thick tension that settles in the air as neither of you speak. Jeff swallows hard. His hands twitch at his sides as he watches you take a step closer. He can’t quite comprehend the expression on your face. When you finally pause—a rather minute amount of distance between the two of you—there’s a soft smile on your face. Jeff doesn’t dare hope.

“I think I have feelings for you, too.” Jeff blinks once, twice, three times. His mind is still running through what you just said. Once again, he wonders if he misheard you. The two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. Against all odds, you lean impossibly closer and kiss him.

Jeff is still processing everything, even when your lips meet. He stiffens out of reflex and you’re quick to lean back. Immediately, Jeff realizes that you probably think that he found the gesture unwelcome. It’s quite the opposite, in fact, and he makes sure to prove it to you. He grabs your collar and yanks you closer—something he’s been wanting to do all night. You let out an affirming noise and Jeff resists the very compelling urge to melt into a puddle on the ground. At some point, he backs you into the door and you clutch at his shirt. Jeff himself is about to put his hands over your waist and dig his fingers into your hips when a noise sounds from the hallway. The two of you freeze and, after a shared glance, open the door behind you. Annie and Britta are standing in the hallway, suspiciously innocent expressions on their faces. Jeff lets out a long suffering sigh and pretends not to notice their smug faces as they walk back to the dance.

“I can’t believe I thought I was homophobic,” Jeff remarks aloud once the group is reunited and back on the dance floor. Despite the loud music and chattered conversation around them, the entire group seems to hear him. He immediately grimaces, but it’s far too late. Britta and Annie are laughing their asses off, which he’ll be sure to get them back for later. Troy and Abed send him supportive smiles that pushes the pressure off his shoulders. Shirley moves forward to hug him and, before long, it’s a giant group hug. Jeff scoffs loudly, if only to maintain appearances. Internally, he’s smiling brightly at his friends and… you, his new boyfriend.

#defectivevillain #community #community x reader #Jeff winger x reader #Jeff winger x male reader #community x male reader #male reader #male y/n #masc reader

[shiviwrites07]

Too Busy

Levi Ackermann x reader

Warnings : Pure angst, Domestic violence (if you squint), grumpy!Levi, Levi being a bitch, Cadet-Captain relationship, Age gap

You are one of the finest cadets in the Survey Corps, with skills as sharp as a knife and beauty which can match Aphrodite’s. All the guys swoon at your beauty and the girls are attracted to you because of your kind nature. But the most shocking of all things is that you are Captain Levi’s Girlfriend. And that makes you totally off bounds for the boys.                                     

As you sit your bed in the confines of your and Mikasa’s room, you share the thoughts that have been bugging you for quite some time. “Hey Mika?..Do you think I’m good enough for Levi?”. Mikasa turns around in shock as she stares at you with narrowed eyes, “Why would you say that? Is he not treating you well? Has he said something offensive?” You smile softly at her concern but is quickly replaced by a frown. “Well, he hasn’t been that attentive lately. It’s like he doesn’t have time for me anymore. It’s been a year since we started dating, but he hasn’t actually made an effort in the relationship in the last 6 months. It’s kinda exhausting you know?” She looks at you with understanding and sympathy in her eyes, “I think you should talk to him about it. He must’ve been busy with all his work since we discovered that Reneir, Annie and Bertholdt were traitors.” You nod your head in agreement, thinking that that must’ve been the reason for the drift in your relationship. “I’m gonna go talk to him” You say while getting off the bed and heading towards the door.                                      You gently knock on Levi’s door when you hear a faint 'Come in'. You go into his cabin and see him sitting behind a stack of papers, working on some reports. You go over to him and hug him from behind, “Levi..why don’t you take a break? You haven’t come out of your cabin in 2 days. You need to take some rest.” He jerks your hands off him, leaving you shocked. He turns around with a glare, “If you’re not here for anything important then leave cadet L/N.” His tone breaks your heart but you still don’t give up. You head over to his kettle and teacups, thinking that a cup of warm tea might get rid of his grumpy behaviour. You make him a nice cup of chamomile tea, and bring it to his table. “Honey, please have some tea-“ You hands burn and your heart breaks when he throws the cup onto the floor, some of it spilling on your hands. You look at him with tears in your eyes as he says something that breaks your heart, “Get the fuck out of here! I never needed your help and I never will! Can't you see that im busy?!”                                       You say the last words that make him realise and regret what he did,

“I guess you’ll always be too busy for me.” -- x -- - Shivi ❤️

#levi aot #levi ackerman #levi x reader #mikasa x y/n #mikasa aot #attack on titan #levi fanfiction #levi x reader angst #levi angst #levi x y/n #levi x you #eren yeager #armin arlert #not an ask #oneshot #neglect #hurtful #im so so so sorry #im so saaaaad #not ok but its ok #sfw age dreamer

[leonhardt-simp]

I’ve Got You.

[Werewolf AU] | drabble/mini scenario

Pieck x f! reader

summary: pieck understands that it will take you awhile before everything goes back to normal.

author’s note: HELLO! WE BACK AT IT AGAIN! Thank you for requesting this! I’m basically treating it like a sequel to the sequel of my previous pieck fanfic 💀

Reblogs welcomed ! | Requests : Open !

It took you a long few weeks before the hospital let you go, they didn’t want to risk anything that could potentially go missed. Especially, cause the attack on you was something that happened very rarely in the town.

Nothing would ever stick though since everyone who got attacked either died or survived and moved on with their lives.

But, you couldn’t.

The smallest chore made you anxious, your eyes darted towards shadows at night since the attack. You wondered if this was how normality would be like from now on.

Pieck could see you though, since you got back you distanced yourself from the rest of her pack. She could understand but she felt a sense of hurt.

She was one of those monsters, the monsters that had you turned away from her whenever you both slept together now.

As much as it did hurt her to see you this way, this didn’t stop her from doing things for you.

Anything you needed, she was there to give it to you.

If you asked her to take you away from the town, she would. You held everything of her, she wanted nothing but comfort for you.

You were conscious of it whenever she would help you redress your bandages, or whenever she would help you out of bed.

The one thing you notice, she didn’t transform in front of you. Those sleepy wolf naps, now replaced with human Pieck naps.

Even asleep in human form, she seemed so peaceful. You would sometimes have to stare at her, the nerves of anything bothering you seemingly disappearing. It was peaceful.

News got around fast about your wellbeing, despite being home for only a few days.

“They would like to see you…” Pieck cautiously brought up, your breath getting caught in your throat at the idea.

“You don’t have to though, I know you’re still cautious about them..” Pieck would gently caress your hand in hers. Her eyes slowly shifted up to meet yours, expressing nothing but understanding.

The image of that shadowy wolf would haunt your mind from time to time, the pain of your injuries not helping with the scary thoughts.

“I-… I don’t know-… I just-” The thought overwhelmed you.

With a kiss to your knuckles, you seemed to ease up, just a bit. “It’s okay if you’re not ready yet, my love.” She reassured while you both sat side-by-side on the couch.

You could see her slight disappointment but she would never put you in an uncomfortable situation. “But-” You interjected, wanting to give her something but you were met with a head shake and that all too polite smile.

“I don’t want to you to be uncomfortable. Especially since I know how rowdy they can get.” She giggled with a hand over her mouth slightly, her other hand on yours gently gripping it in reassurance.

She wasn’t wrong, you remembered many nights ago how excited they always got whenever Piecky brought you around to those cabins. Sasha almost knocked into Ymir, then Ymir into Hange, then Hange knocked Annie’s food onto the floor.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the memory cause Annie just stood looking down at the food with a disappointed look.

Pieck perked up at your laugh, her head tilting in confusion.

“What’s funny?” She asked

You both sat closer together, your head moving in close to lean against her shoulder. “If we meet them again…” You closed your eyes tightly to get rid of the image of that scary wolf from that night. “Will you be with me?…”

There was silence before you felt her shift to turn towards you, holding your face in your hands. When you opened your eyes you saw nothing but a sad eyed Pieck. Eyes that held determination, regret…but mostly love.

“I will never EVER let something like that happen to you again, Y/N. I’ll always be with you.” She swore with such a soft tone.

“You will never have to go through that again… I’m..” Her mask was beginning to fall slightly when she closed her eyes, her eyebrows contorting slightly with sadness.

Her eyes slightly glossy but she held herself together, her face leaning in to press a gentle peck against your forehead. You closed your eyes at the feel of her lips,

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you…. But I will now.” Pieck was determined to keep her oath to you. She leaned her forehead against yours, her hands moving to hold your hands.

“I promise.” Your eyes widened at her tone change.

These wounds of yours were a reminder of what could have been but Pieck kept you leveled to know she wasn’t that monster.

No one from her side was.. But there was always a shadow following you… however… Seeing Pieck desperately make it known that she was always by your side, you felt safer.

Soon enough,

one day,

there in the bathroom as your partner rewrapped your wounds, her hands delicately cleaning the area, you decided you wanted to take that step once more.

“I wanna see them again.” You spoke, her hands stilling in surprise.

Pieck was excited to have you come back, but with everything she made sure you weren’t pushing yourself. “You know I can wait, right?” She reminded you.

You shook your head, turning your body to face her as you sat on the toilet lid, her hands retracting from you as you both stared deeply into each other’s eyes. “I know… but… you’ll be there with me.” You expressed, seeing her expression shift and her eyes softening as she nodded.

Her soft lips giggled and she reached over for the bandages. “I’ll let them know then to be calm about it.” She was happy herself. You could probably see her imaginary tail beginning to wag. You knew she missed being out in the nature, you did too.

The funny memories, the laughs, the experiences you both shared.

You were safe with Pieck. She was your safe space.

If you had her near, that shadowy monster would disappear and be replaced with a loving woman ready for you with open arms.

#pieck finger x reader #pieck x reader #pieck is a soft lover #pieck aot #aot scenarios #aot fic #aot x reader #aot imagines #this isn’t proofread but it’s okay !

[corrodedseraphine]

stray heart | hughie campbell x fem!reader | one shot

Pairing: hughie campbell x fem!reader

Summary: After the mission is accomplished, the whole group allows themselves an evening of relaxation and celebration. In the course of it, you find out that too long-hidden feelings and wine are not a good combination.

The one shot is also avaliable on Ao3

5 226 words

Songs which I used here: Green Day - Stray Heart and Ed Sheeran - Tenerife Sea

hughie campbell masterlist | general masterlist

"I can't believe we managed to kill that asshole!" you shouted as you entered the house. For weeks the whole team had been hunting one of the supes, and today you finally managed to get rid of him.

"Let's not forget that he almost killed you too." Hughie sighed, extinguishing your enthusiasm.

"If it weren't for Kimiko you would have been lying dead a long time ago!"

"If it hadn't been for her distracting that cunt, we never would have caught him." interjected Butcher.

"You acted like a real badass!" Kimiko added, handing you the phone on which she had written the message.

"We... deserved a reward!" exclaimed Frenchie. "I will prepare the most wonderful supper, feel invited!"

"And I have to risk being poisoned?" M.M. laughed.

"That was a blow straight to my poor heart, bastard!" shouted Frenchie putting his hands to his chest. "Still, in two hours I invite you, dress up as if you were going on a date with the president or receiving an Oscar. This evening belongs to us!" After these words, you all dispersed to separate rooms to freshen up a bit and change clothes. From the moment you discovered that Neuman also had superpowers you knew that you had to be more careful, so a change of residence seemed to make sense. Together with Kimiko and Frenchie, you moved into a small house on the outskirts of New York City that you had inherited from your grandmother. Hughie, Butcher and Marvin had their own apartments, but you still spent most of your time at your place. It was a base of sorts, since no one knew of its existence. At least that's what you hoped.

After taking a shower, you started looking through your clothes. You didn't have a lot of them with you, but there were a few summer dresses. You liked the idea of Frenchie. After days of hunting supes, running and playing with death, you really deserved one evening of pleasure. You looked at the mirror standing against the wall. The reflection in the mirror showed you a person you couldn't recognize. Scuffed up eyes, bruises and cuts almost all over your body, scars that will probably never disappear again. A wreck of a person stood before you. You never thought of yourself as someone who could be called beautiful. Now you knew that you were far from beautiful. Especially when Annie appeared nearby. She was your friend, no doubt, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn't stop the feeling of jealousy. She had everything, a beautiful face, hair and a perfect figure. Something that, in your mind, you would never be able to match. When you were alone it didn't bother you so much, you had long accepted the fact that you wouldn't be like her. However, the green monster in you was awakened every time you saw how Hughie could not take his eyes off her. Every time you looked in his direction, his eyes were on her. For months you defended yourself against the thought that you felt something more for him. However, it was all stronger. Every night you lay staring at the ceiling wondering what to do so that he would finally give you the attention you so desperately craved. You prayed that for once he would look at you the way you looked at him. Every night before you went to sleep, you made up fake scenarios in which he would finally see something more in you. For a long time now, you no longer had the strength to hold back the storm of emotions that was inside you when he stayed intimately close to you. The warmth that filled you from the inside whenever you saw his smile, or heard his laugh. The chills that ran through your body every time you accidentally touched each other. Even a gentle flick of his hand was enough, nothing more. The way you are always there for each other and no matter how messed up the situation becomes you never leave each other. Every time one of you nearly died in the middle of the action, afterwards you threw yourselves into each other's arms feeling grateful that you made it. When you were still living in the basement under the pawn shop, every time you were haunted by nightmares and couldn't manage to sleep he always let you sleep with him. He told you silly stories just to occupy your thoughts with something and let you fall asleep peacefully. Even if at first you fell asleep with your backs to each other, in the morning you woke up in his embrace every time. You missed it so damn much. Along with the nostalgia, you also felt pain each time you were reminded that he would always see you as a friend. You sent your reflection a sad smile and began to change into a dress, and later decided to put on some makeup, hoping that maybe without the visible bruises and the cut wound on your forehead, Hughie would see at least some beauty in you. In the meantime, you heard a quiet knock on the door.

"Come in!" you shouted and saw Kimiko enter the room uncertainly. You grinned at the sight of her. The two of you had grown very close over the past few weeks.

"I need help." she signed. When you moved in together you began to teach her how to write and use the phone, and in return she taught you and Frenchie her language. So far you only knew basic phrases, so she communicated with you over the phone most of the time.

"Is something wrong?" you asked worriedly, and she shook her head negatively.

"Frenchie told us to look nice, and I don't know how to do it." she handed you a device.

"Let me just finish my makeup quickly and take care of you, 'kay?" you grinned. She answered you with the same. "In the meantime you can look through my clothes, maybe you'll find something you like."

Excitedly, she ran over to the clothes and started browsing. Every now and then she changed the idea by showing you more and more strange combinations, and when it was time for makeup she couldn't sit still as the brushes tickled her skin. When you were finished, you both stood in front of the mirror.

"You look beautiful." you said. She was wearing a slightly oversized red dress with open shoulders. It perfectly matched the red lips. At first she didn't want to agree, but you persisted and after a moment, she agreed. You could see little happy sparks in her eyes. She momentarily infected you with all the positive emotions that were from her.

"You too." she replied. You were dressed in a cream-colored floral dress with a large neckline, and a silver necklace sparkled around your neck. Kimiko insisted that since she had painted her lips such a conspicuous color you must too so you decided on a strong, bright pink. For the first time in a long time you looked at yourself in the mirror and saw someone you didn't want to look away from right away. Satisfied, you left the room. It turned out that everyone was just waiting for you.

"Ah! belles femmes!" shouted Frenchie. He was dressed in black pants and a shirt over which he wore a gold jacket. "Do you see, you yahoos? The girls understood the assignment! They look like a million dollars!" he excitedly grabbed both of you by the hands and pulled you towards the table. "y/n" he kissed your hand and pushed back the chair. When you sat down he squatted you back down. "mon cœur" He did the same with Kimiko. "I knew I could count on you. As punishment, the rest of you should only get a piece of dry bread and a glass of water, the feast should be for those who can appreciate the situation." He rolled his eyes. You were amused by this. In fact, Hughie, M.M and Butcher were sitting at the table in jeans and T-shirts.

"I think this one time we can forgive them," you laughed looking ahead.

"Frenchie is right, you do look beautiful." Hughie commented looking straight into your eyes. You felt a strange nervousness. You can't remember the last time you received eye contact.

"Ha, a homeless person would dress better than you!" Frenchie continued his dramatic performance pretending to be offended. However, at some point you zooned out completely focusing on the person sitting in front of you. Even in a simple T-shirt, he looked good. He didn't need a suit to impress you. He might as well have been sitting there now in a stretched out tracksuit, and you could still admire him for hours.

"Do I have something on my face?" his voice snapped you out of your reverie.

"Oh! N-no..." you choked out. You felt your cheeks burning from the embarrassment of being caught staring at him. You quickly got up from the table and went to the kitchen with the intention of helping to bring down the food. Once everything was set up on the table you turned on the music in the background and got busy eating. You were so hungry that no one even tried to talk. Only when your stomachs were finally full did Frenchie get up from his seat.

"I propose a toast, to a successful mission!" he grabbed a bottle of red wine and poured for everyone. After the first few sips, you felt your muscles gently relax. You sat like this recalling the course of the last mission. The wine was pouring at an amazingly fast tempo, thanks to which even Butcher seemed to be relaxed and joked with you like never before. The mask of the tough guy was put away for a while, you could even tell that he was enjoying sitting with you at that moment. At one point, a familiar tune reached your ears.

I lost my way, oh baby, this stray heart

Went to another

Can you recover, baby?

Oh, you're the only one that I'm dreamin' of

Your precious heart

Was torn apart by me

"I love this song!" Kimiko signed.

"Then let's dance," Frenchie pulled her by the hand to the middle of the living room where they began to move and jump to the rhythm of the music. "Petit Hughie! Invite y/n to dance!" he shouted. "Be a gentleman!"

And you, you're not alone, oh-oh

And now I'm where I belong

We're not alone, oh-oh

I'll hold your heart and never let go

The boy looked at you with uncertain eyes, and you responded with a slight smile. He drunk up the rest of his wine and extended his hand toward you sending you the most charming smile you had ever seen. It's a good thing you were still sitting at the time because you were sure your knees would have bent momentarily. Joining "the dance floor," you got close enough to smell his cologne. You had a feeling that your head was spinning, you didn't know if it was because of his presence and that smell or because of the wine. At that moment it was all the same to you, all that mattered was Hughie all the time smiling broadly at you as you moved to the rhythm of the music.

Everything that I want, I want from you

But I just can't have you

Everything that I need, I need from you

But I just can't have you

"I never thought I would dance to Green Day songs." he laughed, moving closer to you.

"I didn't either. But tonight we can do whatever we like!" you laughed feeling happy. He grabbed your hand and turned you around a few times.

"Everything?" he asked having his lips right next to your ear.

"No limits," you answered on the inhale. 

I said a thousand times, and now a thousand one

We'll never part

I'll never stray again from you

This dog is destined for a home to your heart

We'll never part

I'll never stray again from you

Not wanting to interrupt the touch, you placed your other hand on his shoulder and he placed his own on your waist. A familiar shiver ran through your body, but you hoped he didn't notice.

You're not alone, oh-oh

And now I'm where I belong

We're not alone, oh-oh

I'll hold your heart and never let go

It's been a long time since you were as close to each other as you are now. Again you could feel the warmth that you so badly missed. The closer you got to the source, the more all the rest seemed distant to you. Suddenly everyone who was with you in the living room dissolved into nothingness leaving you alone.

Everything that I want, I want from you

But I just can't have you

Everything that I need, I need from you

But I just can't have you

"Everything that I want, I want from you..." you sang softly. You lifted your gaze meeting his bright eyes. Soft wrinkles appeared at their corners when he once again smiled. Then it occurred to you that despite the countless times you had cuddled and slept in the same bed, your faces had never been as close together as they were now. With your gaze you wandered over his face until you finally stopped at his lips. 

Everything that I want, I want from you

But I just can't have you

The words of the song rumbled in your head as you decided to close the minimal gap that was between you. His lips were exactly as you had imagined. Warm and soft. The kind you might never have pulled away from again. However, a shocked Hughie violently drew in air and put his hands on your shoulders gently moving away. The confusion on his face terrified you and before he could say anything you panickedly ran out of the house.

"What the hell just happened?" he asked looking around the room.

"I'll ask it another way, what the hell are you still doing here?" asked M.M. Kimiko aggressively signed to him, telling him he was an idiot and ran off after you. "You've been playing cat and mouse for months. You stare at each other as if you were the eighth wonder of the world, but only when the other one isn't looking, like in some damn kindergarten, Hughie."

"We can feel your hearts getting off the hook, Petit Hughie." interjected Frenchie.

"After all, we're just friends!" he said sitting down on the couch wiping his sweaty palms in his pants.

"And you want to be just friends?"

"No...but that would ruin the whole relationship between us. W-what if it doesn't work out between us?" he combed his hand through his hair.

"I've never seen anyone look at someone with so much love in their eyes as she does at you! With that kiss she gives you her heart on a tray, and you threw it on the floor and trampled it!" At the sound of these words, he felt a strange pain in his chest. And the thought you feeling rejected only intensified it. He remembered the moment when he first felt that you meant much more to him than he would have expected.

A quiet knock on the door rang through the room. Puzzled, he looked at his watch, which showed three o'clock in the morning.

"Yeah?" he asked loudly and turned on the lamp. The door opened and there stood you with a far too large t-shirt and fabric shorts that revealed your bruised legs. When he shifted his gaze to your face he noticed swollen and glazed eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly, sitting up straight.

"I can't sleep... I don't even know why I came here... These nightmares don't let me rest, I can't handle them alone." The sound of your breaking voice awakened in him the desire to protect you from all the evil of the world. He never wanted to hear it again. Without thinking, he quickly jumped out of bed and took you in his arms. You stood like that for a long moment, until he felt you shivering.

"Shit, are you cold? Come on, cover yourself." He pulled you to the bed, where you sat with your legs crossed, which he immediately covered with a quilt, then he went to close the door and when he returned, he sat down opposite you. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked quietly.

"I don't know... every time I close my eyes I see blood. Blood everywhere. Blood, guts and limbs scattered all over the room. And then I'm in a completely different place, tied to a chair when Homelander makes me choose who to kill first. There you all are M.M, Kimiko, Frenchie, and Butcher. He makes me watch as he slowly kills each of you. Every night I'm afraid to go to sleep because I know I'll have to relive it all over again like I'm in some kind of cursed hell loop!" tears began to run down your cheeks. The sight of you at that moment was breaking his heart, he couldn't explain why, but he couldn't stand it and felt an incredibly great need to hug you and take from you all the pain you were feeling.

"Y/n, listen to me please." he began, grabbing your hands. "I'm here, okay?" he started moving closer. "We're all okay, I think even Butcher, who is rambling God knows where, is okay. After all, a bad things never dies." A quiet giggle came out of your mouth hearing the last sentence. However, his touch also made the fear slowly begin to retreat. "Everything will be fine, I promise. You're not alone in all this, you know. You're always welcome here, even in the middle of the night." he assured. Unexpectedly, you took your hands from his and shifted so that you could hug him. A pleasant warmth spread over his body, and a smile crept onto his lips.

"Thank you." you whispered.

"You're welcome, that's what ... friends are for." the last words didn't want to pass his lips. Until now he had no problem calling you his friend, but now he wasn't quite sure if what he felt for you at that moment could be described as a purely friendly reaction. He wanted to kiss every tear from your face ending with your lips. He quickly shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts. Unfortunately, feeling his sudden movement, you moved away, and the warmth in which he could have drowned just a moment ago was replaced by a cold longing.

"I should go back, I'm sorry I woke you up." You said getting out of bed.

"No!" his mouth was faster than his brain. "I mean..." he grunted. "You can stay here if you want, I haven't been sleeping very well lately either." He scratched his neck nervously while watching your reaction. He was relieved to see the corners of your mouth lift up and you were next to him again. "Maybe in company we can get over it." Without a word you both lay down with your backs touching.

"I can't stop thinking about it, Hughie..." you whispered.

"Maybe you want to listen to music?" he suggested, remembering how he always played his favorite playlist during sleepless nights and focused only on it.

"Will you pick something for me?" you asked uncertainly. You had several songs in your head that you could listen to, but you felt that you wanted him to choose one. Something special, something just for you. After a while, a quiet melody reached your ears.

"Just don't make fun of me!" he laughed. He didn't care if you laughed at him. At that moment, all he cared about was driving all the bad thoughts away from you and putting you to sleep. "And um- try not to think too much, okay? Just focus on the song." he instructed.

You closed your eyes focusing on the pleasant sounds of the guitar and Sheeran's soothing voice. You smiled to yourself, wondering if the choice of singer was intentional. You had mentioned several times in the past how much you liked him. There was a veritable storm going on in Campbell's head. He wondered if he had not exaggerated, if the choice of just this song was too obvious and if it would scare you off. What he didn't know was that you would never in your life be able to believe that he could dedicate any love song to you under any circumstances. Focusing only and only on the song, just as he told you to, you fell asleep with the conviction that he had chosen it only because it was peaceful and soothing. One that allowed you to feel safe enough to fall asleep. Nothing more.

Should this be the last thing I see

I want you to know it's enough for me

'Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need

I'm so in love

So in love...

Listening to the words of the song himself, he wondered if what he was feeling now could be called falling in love? Tonight he felt as if these feelings fell on him suddenly and powerfully. But he didn't want to defend himself against them. There was something about you that made him want to go further. Unfortunately, he didn't know how. Nor did he know how to find out if you would feel the same. So he decided that for the foreseeable future he would act as if nothing had ever changed. Good old friend Hughie. Except for tonight. Making sure you were definitely asleep he gently put his arm around you pulling you closer. "Fuck it." he thought and dipped his nose into your hair sniffing it. Intoxicated by the fruity scent, he couldn't stop the thought that he wanted to be like this forever. Cursing himself in his soul for his selfish attitude, he prayed that the nightmares would haunt you more often, if that was the only way to spend the night with you by his side. 

"Jesus Hughie, quit being a pussy and run for her you moron! I'm not going to buy you chocolate ice cream for a broken heart later!" Said Butcher while topping up his wine. "Go before it's too late."

"But what should I tell her?" he asked panicked.

"The truth!" the loud voice of M.M brought him down to earth a bit. Without waiting any longer he went out in front of the house to look for you.

You were sitting on a bench looking up at the sky. Kimiko silently sat next to you holding your hand. The makeup you had put so much effort into was already smudged by tears. You felt ugly again. In the simplest sense of the word. Simply ugly. You knew that when you got home and looked in the mirror you would feel bad.

"He's a douche." Kimiko signed.

"Nice, you say, but it's not true." you said sending her a sad smile. "We can't blame him for not feeling the same way I do."

"But..." sadness and sympathy were painted on her face.

"It's okay." interrupted her by grabbing both her hands. "I've made peace with it, you know? I'll never be beautiful enough or my character equal to Annie's." She sent you a questioning look.

"Every time I look at him, his gaze is on her. I am not surprised at all, probably for him she is a walking ideal. You don't even know how much I would give to have him look at me like that even once..." You sighed, returning your gaze to the stars.

"You don't even know how many times I looked at you with such admiration that it hurt." you heard a voice say. Kimiko immediately stood up and walked towards it. "Kimiko, please let me talk to her." he said. Under the influence of his voice, you became still. You didn't dare turn around. After a moment, however, out of the corner of your eye you saw him sit down next to you.

"You don't have to be here Hughie, I can handle it." you said quietly.

"But I want to. I want to be by your side." he grabbed your hand. Feeling his touch, you felt another wave of tears come to your eyes. "Do you know why you keep catching me staring at Annie?" He continued. "Because you are always next to her. And when I see that your sight wanders in my direction I panic and stare at her. It's not that I don't like your eyes! No, I love your eyes and could stare into them for hours! Sometimes I feel like you hide all the stars in the sky in them, especially when you talk about something you like, they get so glassy and shiny then." he laughed nervously.

"Hughie, you don't have to lie, you know that?" the words struggled to pass through your throat.

"What are you talking about? I'm just trying to tell you that I love you, and you think I'm lying?" you could sense the irritation in his voice, but that's not what you focused on. His confession completely caught you off guard.

"Y-you love me?" you howled.

"Yes!" he exclaimed. "From the moment you first came to my bed in the middle of the night in that damn basement! Wasn't it obvious? The song I played?"

"I... I thought you only played it because it was peaceful and was able to put me to sleep," you said.

"From that night I started to create a special playlist that I could play to you every time you came to see me again." he confessed.

"Why didn't you ever play it?" you asked disappointedly.

"I was panicking. Every time I wanted to do it I thought that if you guessed that I felt something more you would run away from me and never come back. That's why I preferred to tell you silly stories not at all related to my feelings." you answered nothing. You still couldn't believe that everything he said was true, and then, as if reading your mind, he went on. "Why is it so hard for you to believe that I can love you y/n? I know I didn't show it. I was a coward. I always waited for the right moment to tell you, but it never came. But I'm here now and I have to finally get it off my chest because I can't take it anymore! You did something today that I should have done months ago. Something I've dreamed of every time I've seen you!" He squated in front of you forcing you to look at him. "Now I know what a big mistake I made keeping it a secret all this time. You deserve the truth, y/n. You deserve to know that you are the most beautiful in the world and about how I feel about you."

"But... I'm not like Annie. I will never be. I don't have a perfect figure, most of my body is bruises and scars that I won't get rid of too soon because I'm not one of the supes and I don't have the ability to heal myself." you let out a torrent of words. " For the rest of your life looking at my face you will see this nasty scar." you said pointing with your hand to your forehead.

"They make you even more beautiful." he commented without thinking.

"What are you talking about?"

"Every scar makes you more beautiful. And this one here?" he said putting your hair behind your ear. "It will always remind me how without hesitation you threw yourself at one psycho with superpowers just to save me and M.M from being sawed through by a laser in that asshole's eyes. If you hadn't distracted him then we would have been long gone. This is a reminder that in addition to your beautiful appearance, you also have a beautiful inside. And about not messing with you, because if you weren't scared at that time, that means you could easily kick my ass."

"I was terrified Hughie..." you said.

"I am so sorry for my reaction. I shouldn't have pulled away from you, but I was in complete shock."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

"No, I'm glad you did. Now I have confidence that you feel the same." A familiar charming smile appeared on his face. The one that always made your heart melt irrevocably. The one that always infected you and made you smile too. "I love this view."

"What?" you asked.

"Your smile. I sometimes feel that it's your superpower. All you have to do is smile and everything bad disappears."

"Stop it, I probably look awful," you jokingly regarded him in the shoulder. "With that smeared makeup? As if some psycho clown escaped from the circus."

"As for me, even with smeared makeup you look awfully beautiful." Feeling the atmosphere between the two of you improving, he stood up and pulled you behind him. You were now standing facing each other. With a gentle flick of his hand, he rubbed your cheeks wanting to get rid of the mascara marks. "Damn. I think I smeared it even more." he laughed. He heard your giggle in response. You stood there with your head facing up and watched him. In the moonlight, he looked as if he wasn't real. He looked fairy-tale, almost mystical. As if it was just another dream starring him. "Still beautiful." he whispered while hugging you close. Both of you wanted to stop time in that moment. Your hearts, after a moment, synced up beating just as hard as if they wanted to tear your ribs apart and merge into one.

"If this is a dream, I never want to wake up again." you muttered into his chest.

"Y/n." he said quietly. "This is not a dream, please believe me that everything I said is true. If you don't believe me I will never forgive myself for how I lost the greatest person in the world through my own cowardice."

"I believe you, Hughie." you replied touched. Was that really it? Was this really the evening in which your dreams came true? You thought back to all the fake scenarios you created in your head with him in the lead role. None of them could match the beauty of that moment. Nothing could.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked even more quietly. You nodded, and as he slowly began to lean toward you, unable to wait you stood on tiptoe connecting your lips. This time no one pushed anyone away. On the contrary, you desperately tried to be as close to each other as possible.

"Everything that I want, I want from you," you sang softly pulling away from his lips.

"And you can have me. You have all of me." He assured again finding your lips with a smile.

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[xzho-writes]

endless worry

pairings: childe x gn!reader

genre: angst/comfort

summary: childe makes another unexpected visit to the infirmary and you’re once again tasked with the job of patching up your boyfriend

wc: 1.4k

warnings: some swearing, reader has the mouth of a sailor, mentions of blood and injury

a/n: this one’s for my one and only annie dearest (@tellerluna-stories)! eat up, eat up! i hope this is satisfactory enough >:)

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the infirmary is filled with the buzz of overworked medical staff and the groans of people receiving treatment, overwhelming your senses as you flew from patient to patient trying to lend a hand wherever you were needed.

one step, two steps, three steps, four.

in and out, in and out.

this was the chant that had kept you sane throughout your shift.

with the influx of new missions by order of the tsaritsa, the rates of patients admitted to the infirmary had risen to almost double the usual numbers. this, unfortunately for you, meant that the organisation needed as many healers at the ready at all times.

gone were your regular shifts and in came the overdose of caffeine and reduced hours of sleep.

all throughout the night you were hit with variations of fellow nurses frantically calling “doctor!” and “over here, doctor!”, or “he’s not breathing!”, or “we need more hands!”

as experienced and professional as you were, you were bound to succumb to the stress after working shift after shift tirelessly throughout the week. the more people called for extra help, the more you could feel your patience wearing thin.

but just as you were about to check the vitals of another injured gunner, the doors of the infirmary burst open and with it came the frigid air of snezhnaya.

turning to face the source of the commotion you were met with none other than the balladeer himself. beside him were two other nurses and a single agent who you recognised as the latest recruits.

“make more space at the back of the room over there,” he gestured with the simple point of his finger to the nurses at his side. “and see to it that he gets priority over all the runts in this room.”

they nodded in unison and made quick work of their orders. meanwhile, scaramouche and his subordinate made their way over to you. excusing yourself from your current job, not before ensuring that someone else could efficiently cover your role, you met them halfway and looked at them suspiciously.

scaramouche pushed the jittery agent in front of you and crossed his arms expectantly. a bored, almost disgusted, frown tugs at his lips as he waits for the poor man to explain the state of affairs.

he gulps. stutters.

“we were on a mission with lord tartaglia to get rid of something for the tsaritsa, and we were supposed to—”

“cut the shit, agent. i don’t give a rat’s ass about the details of your mission,” you interrupted with a stern voice. the fatui agent looked taken aback by your brashness.

they definitely must’ve been a new recruit. everyone here knows about your temperament when it comes to the safety of others- especially when the safety concerned that of a certain redhead’s.

it didn’t take you long to guess what the situation entailed. why else would there be a harbinger in the infirmary?

“where is he?”

the balladeer rolls his eyes but huffs amusedly at your attitude, a little smirk forming in place of his disdained scowl. he’s always favoured you over other members at the organisation for this very trait of yours.

with a quick snap of his fingers to bring some semblance of order back into the conversation, the attention is drawn to the person being towed into the room.

“there’s no need to get upset, doctor. they’re wheeling him in as we speak.”

quickly you push past the two figures and make your way towards the man laying splayed across the infirmary bed that was finished being set up by the aforementioned nurses.

before you were even able to glance at the latest patient to confirm their identity, the first thing you notice is the sickeningly familiar scent of blood.

the second thing you notice, once finally stepping close enough to the body, is the person’s hair- an unmistakable orange. the little stripe of lighter hair.

the third…

well, it’s the ominous glow of dark purple that snakes its way up childe’s legs. up his arms, his chest.

up his neck.

the skin looks black, almost. chapped. the patches of skin housing the inhuman streaks of purple give off the impression of cracked stone.

it’s nauseating.

and it takes all that you have in you not to gasp at the sight.

if you weren’t stressed before, you were definitely stressed now.

whipping your head around to try and locate the agent you were just talking to, you find him anxiously flexing his wrist in the corner of the room.

“you!”

he jumps, startled, before making his way towards you.

the following moments are filled with you trying your hardest to stabilise childe’s vitals whilst yelling at the agent for his and his team’s incompetence.

was the mission truly that important for childe to have to forego his hydro vision and make use of the electro delusion?

seeing all the damage inflicted onto childe’s body suggests that he was in his harbinger form for far too long.

dare you say it, but had childe not practiced entering his harbinger state for so long, the consequences of his extended use may have been much more severe.

fatal, perhaps.

it only angers you further.

an ugly sense of panic wells within you at the realisation that he might have truly overdone it this time. you’ve never seen him overworked this badly to the point where he looked like he was fracturing.

shattering.

you don’t register the tears cascading down your cheeks.

—

somewhere amidst all the chaos of the atmosphere, childe wakes with a soft grumble. the world is but a haze in his current state, but he’s immediately drawn to your presence- to your voice.

his head lolls in your direction, seeking you out.

the movement instantly draws your attention. relenting your assault on the poor fatui agent, you turn your body so that it faces his directly.

“and you!” you seethe, but the accusation barely has any bite. it was hoarse, sore with how many times you’ve barked at your colleagues already.

had he been lucid enough, he would’ve noticed how your tone cracked towards the end.

“are you serious, ajax?!”

a shaky finger jabs itself into childe’s sternum as you all but lecture the injured man with a heat that could rival natlan’s volcanos. he feels guilty, almost, for having driven you to such intense emotions.

“you fucking idiot! would it kill you to be careful so that i,” you took back the same hand and now gestured to yourself with the sharp point of your thumb. “don’t have to worry about your safety all the time?!”

the infirmary had long since been silenced after your initial outburst. if there was one force of nature the camp didn’t want to deal with, it was you. not when you were enraged and boring holes into peoples heads. not when they could possibly agitate you further.

childe’s feeble hand reaches out for yours in an attempt to cease your incessant rambling. it works, and your voice dies down until it’s just a bubble of choked sobs.

he brings your intertwined fingers together and litters gentle, apologetic fingers across your knuckles.

“i’m sorry,” he rasps. you don’t have the heart to keep yelling at him like this.

you send a simple flick to his forehead after wiping at your eyes with your free arm.

“you better be.”

the collective mood of the infirmary seemingly settles after childe had managed to placate you, and the rest of the onlookers go back to treating their own patients.

a much calmer atmosphere ensues and childe finds himself drifting back to sleep but not before chancing another glance at the face he loved so dearly.

stray hairs fall across your face as you mend him. the urge to reach out for you returns stronger this time, but no matter how hard he tries his strength, or lack thereof it, leaves his body rendered useless.

so he gazes at you instead. at your face, your expressions. at your hands and little mannerisms. at the way your lips move as you continue to grumble to yourself about his actions.

yes, childe sighed in his delirious state of blood loss. you looked gorgeous from his viewpoint, rambling away at him as you chided and scolded him for his reckless behaviour.

his world grows cloudy once more but he doesn’t fight the desire to fall back asleep this time.

he knows you’ll greet him in his dreams, anyway.

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published on 22/06/22

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[ichijager13]

Teach me how to be loved

Chapter XI

Then what’s the worst, that could happen to a girl who’s already hurt?

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader, past relationships: Reiner Braun x reader, Jean kristein x reader

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger, Reiner Braun, Jean Kristein, Carla Jäger, Sophie Jäger.

Tags: Unhealthy coping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating, and a touch of sweet, lovable, and non fuckboy Eren Jäger

This fic is brought to you by Lana Del Rey’s songs

Masterlist, AO3,  Playlists: Reader’s POV, Eren’s POV

A/N: Hello there, thank you for reading my work. I hope you’ll love this chapter and that you are enjoying this fic so far.

Thank you for interacting with my story and for all the love you are giving me.

As for the playlist I mentioned in the last chapter, I'm still working on it (almost ready), it contains songs related to reader's story with Eren, Jean, and Reiner. I really hope you'll love the songs that I picked.

Take care of yourselves and don't forget to drink water.

Ichi ❤️

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The next morning you woke up to the warmth of Eren’s body. Despite making you feel confused and unable to think straight, you love being around him. you nuzzled his neck before pulling away and laid there on your stomach watching him sleep. Although it felt weird to have someone sleeping in your bed, you took your time admiring him.

Like each time you find yourself near him, you are questioning how did you get into this situation? How did such a kind and gorgeous man enter your life? You knew damn well that he doesn’t belong in your world and that you certainly don’t belong in his either. You both stand on opposite sides of a river and yet, you always end up in his arms. No matter how fast you run, how far you get, and how well you hid, he always finds his way back to you. No matter what you do you always find yourself pulled back to him.

You don’t deserve him, that old familiar voice from the back of your head spoke.

You shook your head to get rid of your thoughts and ran a distracted hand through his tangled locks. Afraid you might contaminate him; you left a light peck on his shoulder before leaving bed. you ignored why, but you felt the urge to kiss him.

Coming back from the kitchen you found Eren still sleeping. You slipped under the covers and reached for your sketchbook from beside your bed. “Can I at least see it?” he spoke in his raspy morning voice when you put it down an hour later.

“When did you wake up?” you frowned.

“A while ago,” he responded hugging his pillow. Looking at him, you could’ve sworn you have never seen someone look this dazzling after just waking up.

Unaware you were smiling, you brushed away the strands of hair that partially covered his face. “Thank you.” was all you could say.

Your headache was gone and breathing through your nose became easier, but you were still coughing and your throat still feels sour. He opened his arms for you. Smile growing wider, you shook your head. “You might fall sick,” you squeaked when he pulled you closer.

You cracked up when you heard him grumble, “I’m a tough guy”. But soon your giggle was replaced by a weak moan when he nibbled your nape. “How do you feel?” he asked checking your temperature.

“Much better, thank you.”

“Thank God the fever is gone. you got me so worried last night.” He caressed your hair before hugging you.

Nuisance, that same voice from earlier hissed.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

Pathetic. The tone became harsher.

“I ruined your night.”

“No, you didn’t, sweetheart. It’s not your fault.” The instant that the pet name registered in your head, the lecturing voice disappeared, and every nerve in your body was set on fire. In order to hide the giddy smile threatening to break through your face, you nestled your head in his chest. He doesn’t think you are a nuisance; those voices can go to hell for now. You won’t let anything ruin this moment.

Later that morning after he made sure you were doing better, Eren went home.

You were standing at your door when he spoke, “call or message me in case you felt unwell, alright?” you nodded smiling. “I’ll stop by tomorrow morning,” he followed playing with your locks. He tilted his head to plant a kiss on your forehead when you nodded, still smiling.

“I for sure wasn’t expecting that,” Pieck gasped. “Look, Annie, it’s Eren.” You both froze when you heard her.

“Pieck,” Annie sighed in defeat. “Good morning.” she flashed you an embarrassed smile.

Recovering from his surprise, Eren bid you goodbye, leaving the three of you standing on the staircase watching him walk away.

“You couldn’t be more discreet,” Annie hissed.

Ignoring her friend, Pieck glared at you. “Why you never told us you started dating.”

“Because we’re not,” you argued letting her come in.

“Bullshit,” she booed. “You saw too, Annie, didn’t you? the way they were looking at each other,” the brunette emphasized. “Wait, did you know?” she questioned her friend suspiciously.

Ignoring Pieck once again, the blonde inquired, “Are you alright? You seem tired and your voice is raspy.”

“And why are you surprised? The very reason just walked out of her place,” Pieck pointed out. “It’s been a while since we last saw you, so we decided to pay you a visit,” she explained. “To think that we’d be greeted by such a romantic sight.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“I caught a flu, that’s why,” you replied. “Coffee?” you asked heading to the kitchen.

“Let me take care of it,” Annie followed you.

“Don’t overreact, please, it’s nothing but a flue,” you huffed. “Plus, Eren got carried away and made enough coffee to serve the whole town.”

“Wait, don’t tell me you…” Pieck’s eyebrows drew together.

“No, Pieck, we didn’t screw up last night.” You poured coffee into your mugs. “You’re unbelievable,” you huffed. “He paid me a visit yesterday. Noticing I was in bad shape he refused to let me spend the night alone.” you clarified.

“That’s adorable.” She cooed.

“And how are you doing today?” Annie asked.

“Much better, the fever is gone and I can breathe easily through my nose,” you paused. “But this cough is bugging me, it’s making my sour throat feel worst.”

“What happened?”

“Walked under the rain,” you simply replied. “It was a Friday night,” you specified, noticing your friends’ round eyes. “And no, it wasn’t Eren,” you answered the pending question no one dared to ask after you cleared your throat.

“Damn, girl, your life is messy.” Pieck scrunched her nose. “But not your cookies,” she added reaching for another one.

“Thanks.”

“But seriously, why aren’t you two dating? You look like a match made in heaven.”

“a, because I don’t date, and b, how could you know? This is the first time you see us together.”

The dark-eyed woman rose a finger to stop you before she said, “and that’s where you’re wrong.” She offered you a cheeky smile. “I saw you together multiple times. At Annie’s wedding, the dinner organized by Armin’s company, earlier, aaaaand three weeks ago. You were leaving a coffee shop together.” Your jaw dropped at her answer. “I don’t know if you are being oblivious on purpose or if you are truly clueless.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Everything about him screams that he’s head over heels for you.”

“Pieck, please, we’re not in a movie”, you sighed. “This is real life, my life, not one of Julia Robert’s rom-com.” You glanced at Annie for backup.

“For once, I think I’m gonna agree with her,” she stated. You simply rose an eyebrow before taking another bite from your cookie.

“By the way, why you never told me that he was married and has a daughter?”

“Eren is divorced?” Pieck gasped.

“A widower,” you both spoke in unison.

“Poor thing,” she pouted.

“You met her?”

“Yes.”

“Honestly, I genuinely believed that he was just another one on the list that’s why.”

“That’s what I told him,” you pondered.

“But he’s not, right?” Pieck jumped in her place overly excited.

“I honestly don’t know,” you muttered messing with your teaspoon.

“Delivery service,” Eren chanted when Carla opened the door.

“Vatty!” Sophie jumped into her father’s arms.

“Hey there sweet girl,” he cooed pampering her cheeks with soft pecks. “Wie geht's? (How are you?)” He asked putting her down.

“Gut, und dir? was hast du mitgebracht? hast du vor, hier zu übernachten? I missed you Vatty. (Good, and you? What did you bring? Are you planning to spend the night here?)”

“Sehr gut, I miss you too, mein hase. I brought some chocolate lava cake, ice cream, and pizza. und ja, das werde ich. (And yes, I will).”

“I can’t eat all this, Vatty. Oma sagte, ich muss mich gesund ernähren, wenn ich eine große und schöne Frau wie Mama sein will. (Grandma said, I must eat healthy food if I want to become a big and beautiful woman like mom).”

Eren frowned, “nun, ich schätze, ich muss das ganz alleine essen. (Well, I guess I’ll have to eat this all by myself),” he pouted. “Oma, not funny.” He glanced at his mother.

“Nein, I can make an exception for you this time, richtige, Oma? (Right grandma?)” they both stared at Carla with big puppy eyes.

“Of course, but don’t eat too much.”

You laid on your couch after your friends left. You were desperately trying to focus on your book but you kept zoning out. after fruitless attempts, you gave up.

You closed your eyes thinking about your friends’ words.

“You are in denial,” Pieck pointed out. “You know he is into you and you like him too, you’re just too afraid to admit it”.

“And you are being delusional,” you simply replied.

But you know damn well she is right; you noted how often you think of him and how fast your humor shifts whenever he is around.

“At least give him a chance,” Annie whispered at the moment she bid you goodbye.

But you know you can’t do this, you can’t take such a risk, and you can’t allow yourself to commit the same mistake again. You will never permit yourself to believe in the myth that people call love because you know that shit is not for you.

“I’m just a broken piece who never belonged anywhere,” you mumbled bringing your knees against your chest. “I know my worth and I eventually ended up getting used to it, you know. Being lonely, left behind, mistreated, misunderstood, and ignored.” You looked back at the woman sitting across from you. “That’s just part of who I am and I learned that we can never run away from who we are. I believe that happiness is something out of my reach and I’m fine with it. I accepted my fate long ago, but then…” you paused, thinking about him, his warm smile, soft golden hair, and hazel eyes. “But then he happened. He came with his southern big smile, kind words, and that embrace that makes you feel safe. He made me think that maybe, just maybe I was wrong, that Jean was wrong, that even my father was wrong.” your voice was trembling but you continued anyway. “He made me believe that someone like me,” you pointed your finger at your chest. “A creature of the darkness can live in the light. He convinced me that I belong in his world.” A bitter smile turned up your lips. “I even came to the conclusion that the reason why I was so miserable throughout my life was that my hour didn’t come, that it was just because I haven’t met that one person who will make me happy. And I firmly believed that he is that person. I believed him and believed in him.” your smile twitched and your eyes shimmered with tears. “But he went and broke what I spent years and years patching up and fixing. Just like the others, he destroyed whatever brightness was still left inside of me. That day, when he left, he took away whatever hope I had left.” Your fingers were tracing invisible circles on the armchair. “And now it’s too late, I can’t be saved, Zeynep. I’m a sinking ship, I’m nothing but an old, rusty, and broken machine.” You blinked chasing away your tears. “What belongs to the darkness must always remain there or else it will be blurred or even worst taint all the beautiful and bright things surrounding it. and I was desperate enough, stupid enough to believe it was the opposite.” You darted your face away, fixing the grey sky outside. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate him; I just wish I never met him and I don’t want to see him again,” you whispered minutes later.

Leave him alone, the voice ordered. Eren deserves more and better than what you have to offer, you know that. He deserves a happy woman who can make up for the loss of his wife and bring more joy to his life, you were well aware of this. however, for some obscure reasons, you couldn’t let him go.

‘Cause you are selfish, the voice responded. Do you think he’d actually want you? he’s staying around because he enjoyed the sex. You wanted it to stop, you wanted to mute that voice for good. but… Jean did say that you were only good for sex, well he did when he wasn’t comparing you to others who were far better and selfless than you.

You genuinely wanted to set him free, to save him from your dark twisted soul, to be happy. You wished you had the resolve to sever ties with him, still… you were selfish enough to not do it, at least not right away. Just a little longer, you whispered caressing the sketch you drew this morning when he was pretending to be asleep.

Your train of thought was interrupted by your phone. you received a call from Eren.

“I hope I didn’t wake you up.” you heard him say as soon as you picked up.

“No, I was reading.”

“Sorry for interrupting. How are you?”

“Much better, thank you, Eren,” you replied smiling. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, that you were still healing from your past wounds. You were conscience that if you keep playing with fire, no matter how mesmerizing it looks, you’ll end up burning yourself. And you weren’t ready for such a thing, you weren’t in shape to fall for him. but how could you resist him?

You’re a fool, the voice laughed.

And you knew you were. But what were you going to lose when you had nothing to hold on to? What’s the worst that could happen to you? you pondered.

Just make sure not to come back crawling, and crying like a wounded soldier, the voice sighed visibly annoyed.

With these thoughts in mind, you continued listening to him talk about various topics before you asked, “Are you coming tomorrow?”

“Of course, unless you’re busy or something.”

“No, I’m free,” you responded. “I don’t have any plans for tomorrow.” That night, you fell asleep to Eren’s voice.

He wasn’t sure about what it was, but something between you has changed. A change he’d been hoping for since that night at dinner Armin organized two months ago. After you fell asleep, he went back to his bedroom. He pulled the blanket over his shoulders and pulled his daughter closer before dozing off to the thought of your sweet smile.

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Wildflowers (pt. xv)

a john paul jones x fem!oc fic

summary: Julia Morgan knew nannying for three girls who had recently lost their mother would come with many challenges. But she never thought their father, the enigmatic musician John Paul Jones, would be causing her the most trouble. And while Julia is not in the business of saving broken men, her tenderness might be meant for more than little girls and wildflowers.

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pt. xv, queen of the meadow

“You’ve got me in trouble, Julia Morgan.”

Tension. The best kind, in every skein of muscle in my body. I stretched across the bed, arms above my head, trembling with relief. Deep breath. The scent of home after time away, slightly sweet and warm, like warm milk before bed.

Home. Warren House was my home now. I hadn’t put it into such terms yet. After all, it was my place of work. I didn’t live with my family, but with someone else’s. But I had my little apartment where the tea I liked was in the cupboard and I had laundry yet to be folded on the vanity chair and a spot on the sofa where the upholstery is slightly mussed from where I sat making phone calls and reading.

That “home” and “house” are different is a story as old as time. Home requires a level of softness, of retreat and respite. It does not matter what the eaves and floors are made of; it only matters that it’s easier to breathe there. And at Warren House, it had miraculously become easier to breathe. Knowing the girls were asleep in their beds, that Annie would waltz in eventually to make breakfast, and that  John would be home later in the afternoon. At 4 o'clock, to be precise. And that time couldn’t come fast enough.

We had said goodbye unceremoniously the day before. I had awoken early to pack my things which was a mostly banal task except for the reminder of the bag of cocaine sitting bulbously in my bag. I considered dumping it into the toilet, but I didn’t have the heart to get rid of such nice cocaine and instead stuffed it in a dirty sock. This would be a mistake I would not feel the consequences of for several months.

I roused Jacinda and Tamara and began to help them pack. Kiera joined us later, followed by John who I tried to ignore casually until he greeted me with a dry-mouthed, “Good morning.”

I stopped mid-folding one of Tamara's dresses. John's eyes were pinched at the corners with sleep and his hair made him look like a mussed mop stood on end. Still, he managed his easy handsomeness. “Good morning,” I smiled demurely.

John blinked at me, quiet for a moment, revisited by memory of the night before. Disbelief, maybe. “Uhm…” he cleared his throat. “Will you be alright with the packing?”

“Oh, yes, just fine,” I replied.

“I’d help, but I’ve got to get ready for a business meeting,” John said, apology inflecting his voice. 

“Business? In Montreux?” I asked with a smirk. From what I had seen the night before, a musician’s business was the businessman’s Sodom and Gomorrah.

John flushed and touched the collar of his shirt nightshirt. It split just enough to reveal the dip of his clavicle. “Yes, well, Peter wants to have a meeting about Zeppelin. What’s next and the like.” He said the last part drolly and his shoulders tensed. “Turns out the four of us are rarely in the same place so he thought he’d take advantage.”

“Don’t worry about us. We’ll be fine as long as Kiera finds her missing sandal,” I said, nudging the littlest Baldwin girl with my elbow.

I packed the girls whilst John got ready for his meeting. It took him awhile, what with the hair and everything. But when Henri arrived with a bellhop for the luggage and to let us know our car was ready, John was ready to escort us downstairs. I can’t relay what he was wearing because I can’t fucking remember. I tried to avoid looking at him as much as possible to avoid my pulse skyrocketing.

The desk staff made quite a show of seeing the girls off; no doubt three mostly well-behaved girls were welcome respite from unruly (and odorous) musicians.

John and I walked behind them quietly, distanced enough from one another that we wouldn’t accidentally graze shoulders or hands. If it had been normal circumstances, childless circumstances, there would have already been conversations. Verbal conversations, perhaps physical conversations to match. There had been no time to discuss what a kiss meant. I was leaving him still not knowing completely what threshold we had stepped through and I was terrified to miss him. I knew my every thought would be plagued with a hue of him (although was that really different than before, when I was yearning for him to give me a sign if my feelings were reciprocated?).

We approached a town car idling out front. One of the bellhops was loading up the boot while Henri spoke to the driver in French. Each of the girls gave John a loving goodbye before squeezing into the backseat.

I looked at John but was too tongue-tied to speak.

“You’ve got the passports?” John asked.

I reached into my purse and counted up the passports aloud. “Yes, all there.”

“And bandages?”

“I don’t even have to check for those,” I said with a laugh.

“Good, good…” John said. He licked his lower lip as if preparing to say something else, but remained silent.

“What time will you be in tomorrow?” I asked.

The corners of John’s mouth perked. “Late afternoon, but earlier if I can help it.”

“Good…good…” I said awkwardly, then flashed John a fleeting smile. “Well, goodbye then.”

John swallowed. “Yes, goodbye. Be safe.”

I got into the car, trying not to sigh at our limp farewell. John closed the door after me and the car started to inch forward. However, before we could pull out of the hotel driveway, John rushed up to my window and knocked against it. The driver stopped the car suddenly, jerking us forward in our seats. 

John gestured for me to roll down the window. I spun the crank and looked at him like he was a madman.

"Daddy!" Tamara screeched. "Don't be a lunatic!"

"Tamara," I scolded softly.

“Sorry,” he said, resting his hands on the window bank so his fingers curled into the door. “Call me when you get to the train station, will you?”

I smiled at his concern. “Yes, of course.”

“And…when you get to the airport,” John said meekly.

“John –“

“And when you land. If you could.” 

“You’ll be too busy to even receive the calls, John.”

John shook his head. “Henri will give me the message.” His eyes flicked to the girls who were staring at him like bats in a dark cave who’ve had a flashlight put on them. 

I smiled. “You’re a worry wart, John.”

“If that’s the worst I am, I’ll worry all day long,” John replied.

I looked to the girls and pointed to each as I spoke. “Kiera will call from the train station, Jacinda before we take off, and Tamara when we land,” I announced and then looked back to John. “And I’ll call when we make it home.”

A look of anticipation crossed his face, an excitable sort of smile. He took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll try not to miss any of them.”

“Bye, John.”

“Bye, Julia.” 

I covertly kissed the tips of my fingers and put my hand on his, giving it a squeeze.

John looked at our hands. So much potential right there.

“Music, gin, whisky…” I whispered so the girls could not overhear.

He grinned. “Champagne.”

My heart fluttered. I released his hand despite wanting to keep it there forever. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nodded and knocked on the roof of the car to let the driver know we were ready. As he stepped away from the car, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at his feet with the slightest sappy smile. I could imagine him walking into his meeting and the boys giving him a hard time about the stupid look on his face which he’d wave off as nothing.

We made it back to Warren House without a hitch. The calls were made, the night slept through, and now I just had to make it to 4 o’clock.

I was anxious. So much so that after drinking my morning cup of coffee, I called Gatwick to make sure his flight was still on schedule. I did this three more times throughout the day. I was quite the busybody, shuffling the girls through activities. From swinging, to jump rope, to hide and seek, to dancing to a Jackson 5 record in the playroom. At 2, though we were nearly exhausted, Kiera suggested that we organize a tea party for John to come home to and while her older sisters rolled their eyes at the idea, they were quickly roped into it at the notion of dressing up and Annie’s teacakes.

We all donned bright, summery dresses and I let the girls piddle around in my makeup while Annie and I made cucumber sandwiches. Annie had asked about the trip, but was rather preoccupied with other matters.

“Bethany’s now entirely on bed rest,” she muttered whilst slicing cucumbers erratically. “Baby’s due any moment. And her husband’s got rocks for brains, God bless him.”

I organized a tray of berries and cakes. “You should stay with her, then. We can manage here.”

“Oh, heavens, no. The last thing she wants is me around. I’ve been the main target of all her mood swings. I finally said, ‘Call me once your water’s broken and then I’ll consider dropping by.’”

I giggled. “You’re a tough customer, Annie.”

“Listen,” she said emphatically, lifting her knife and gesticulating with it. “I know that half of having children is letting them abuse you because they don’t know better, but lord help her, she’s about to be a mother. She cannot be spouting her mouth off the way she does, expecting everyone to kneel before her.”

“Sounds like it’s for the best that her husband’s thickheaded then.”

Annie guffawed and found a spatula to thwap me with. We went back to our work, but after a moment, Annie stopped again. “He might be thickheaded, but that’s the kind of man I want for my daughter. Someone who when she says ‘Jump,’ he asks ‘How high?’.”

Whenever Annie spoke about her children, I felt jealous. She certainly complained about them, but she always made it known that her biggest achievement and joy was being their mother. I couldn’t picture my own mother having that sort of response when talking about me, what with all of my mistakes. Perhaps Auntie Gin would, but her pride and joy were the cows. Her own son knew that.

Jacinda rushed in through the kitchen door. “Julia!”

She wore a pretty lavender dress with three-quarter length sleeves and had too much blush dusted on her cheeks. “Look at how pretty you look,” Annie remarked.

I invited her over to me, holding out a teacake. “What is it, love?”

Jacinda took it in both hands and asked, “How much longer until daddy gets here?”

I looked up at the numeraled clock that hung over the telephone. Quarter to 4. My heart leapt into my mouth. “Soon. Terribly soon. So soon I’m afraid we won’t get the tablecloth on before he gets here, now get your sisters and come help me.”

The four of us went about setting the table on the terrace. Tamara was in charge of napkins, Kiera the silverware, and Jacinda on making sure the tablecloth remained straight. These jobs were all fine and good until we realized Kiera had set the silverware all wrong. Tamara was furious, but I couldn’t help but laugh. “Why didn’t you just ask, dear?”

“I thought they just went where you felt, I didn’t realize there was a pattern to it,” she said with a shrug.

“Now, what’s all this?”

We all turned to find John at the edge of the patio, still in his travel clothes and a pair of aviator sunglasses. He wore a broad grin. “Did I stumble into a tea party?”

The girls all rushed to greet him with hugs and kisses as if they hadn’t seen him in weeks, not just yesterday. And he accepted them as such. For a man on the smaller side, he had an impressively sized wingspan that was perfect for three little girls to nestle into.

“It’s for you, daddy!” Kiera chirped, hanging onto his arm. “And it was my idea!”

“For me? What for? It’s not my birthday…” John replied.

I took a deep breath. My heart was galumphing so dramatically I was surprised he couldn’t hear it. “Can’t they have a tea party for you just because?”

“Oh, well, I don’t know...” he smiled bashfully. Then, he took off his sunglasses and waved the girls off. “Say, stand back for me. Want to get a good look at you.” He took a step back from the girls. “Look at you all, all dolled up. Makeup and everything. I’m criminally underdressed!”

“We can fix that,” Tamara announced and took him by the hand.

John looked at her alarmedly. “That’s a terrifying proposition.”

“You need fancy dress for the fancy tea party,” she said as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world. “Like a suit or a tie or – “

“Alright, you’re right. I at least have to get out of these clothes. Smell like an airplane.” John looked to me before the girls could shuffle him inside to get changed. “You kick off, Julia.”

My eyes widened. “Oh. Alright.”

“You’ve been with them all day…traveling yesterday…no small feat,” he explained. “I’ve got them.”

I tried to smile. “Thank you.”

John gave me a fleeting smile before disappearing into the house with the girls. I stood there a long moment and looked at the table. There were five spots set. I took the napkin from what would have been my spot, bundled up the utensils, and looked around frantically before dumping the set into one of the bushes.

I couldn’t be angry at him for what he didn’t know, but I could be frustrated with him for being an idiot. Of course, it would be fair if he wanted to spend time with his children alone. But I had just been uninvited from my own goddamn tea party.

I restlessly looked from the house to the grounds, the property sprawling into the heath to the forest. I didn’t want to sit in my room all evening while they giggled on the terrace, so I took off at a steady clip down the length of the lawn, past the beech tree with its creaking swing, and onto the heath. Toward the forest. It was sort of irresponsible to go out to the forest in the late afternoon, but I felt compelled by something deep within myself.

There is an internal call to nature that I believe all women have. There is a reason the earth is described as a mother. And at this moment, it called to me. All this waiting, not just the past day, not even months, but this lifetime of waiting.

Needless to say, I was feeling rather dramatic.

I followed the path, lined with the trees crisping green from summer, all the way to my peaceful pond. There, I perched on a craggy rock overlooking the water for what felt like forever. Thinking in a spiraling, dancing way about…everything. I won’t go into details about it. It was more of the same. So much of the same that it was just white noise in my brain, crinkling and loud. It was almost like meditation. My brain had become so loud I was able to separate from it. And without thinking or questioning, I stripped off my clothes and dove into the pond.

The water was frigid. I came up for air as if waking from a dream. Suddenly, I was aware of what I had done. Naked. In a pond. In the middle of the woods. I frantically scanned the perimeter of the pond for any sign I wasn’t alone. The coast was clear. My foot hit something slimy and I squealed, thinking I had touched a creature. When I stopped splashing about, I realized it was just the algae slicked rocks at the bottom and I burst into laughter.

After a few minutes, my body warmed up and I lost all inhibitions as I swam languidly through the water. Floated on my back and stared up at the tree tops though which the sun twinkled with twilight. Let the world wash away…

Until it brought me right back to where I had been all along. John. Not with the same anxiety as before, no. But with a trust. That the universe was telling me the truth. I would have to allow this to happen as it happened without trying to control anything about it. I’d have to give in.

How the fuck do I do that?

By the time I got out, there was a chill of evening in the air. I hurriedly pulled my clothes back on and continued my leisure as I walked back out of the forest. From the heath, I could hear a babbling of the girls, an occasional lull (which I imagined was John’s mellow voice) met with girlish giggles.

I climbed the terrace steps quietly. The table was now cleared; John was sitting in a chair at the end of the table and all the girls were crowded around him. “Hold still, daddy,” Tamara said, leaning close into John.

“I’m as still as can be!” John retorted.

“Stop talking,” Jacinda warned him. “Otherwise, it will go on funny.”

John sighed loudly.

“Hello there,” I said sweetly.

The girls parted, revealing John who shyly turned his face away from me, but not before I saw the contours of makeup on his face. I gasped. “Well, don’t you look pretty!”

The girls giggled. John hung his head momentarily and then took a breath before facing me. I meant it, he did look pretty. His angelic features suited the different powders and creams. The girls had gone a little heavy handed with the blue eyeshadow and there was mascara under his eyebrow, but the lipstick looked fantastic. John moved his mouth to speak and then closed his eyes. He smiled and sighed, doubtlessly out of embarrassment. “They insisted,” John said in defense.

“And they did a wonderful job; your father looks very pretty,” I said, nicking Kiera on the chin with my knuckle.

“Why are you all wet, Julia?” Jacinda asked.

I touched my hair, still drying and kind of scraggly. “Oh, I went swimming.”

John snorted. “Where’d you go swimming?”

“In the woods,” I said with a shrug.

A smile cracked onto his face and he looked at Jacinda. “Did you hear that? Julia’s gone swimming in the woods.”

“Don’t say it like I’m crazy!”

“I didn’t say you were crazy,” John said, holding his hands up in submission.

“Your father thinks I’m crazy,” I said to the girls.

Tamara leaned on the back of his chair and looked at me. “We all think you’re crazy.”

I burst into laughter. “Is that really what you think of me?”

“They said it, not me,” John said with his lips drooping in faux-innocence.

“You’re the one wearing lipstick,” I retaliated, crossing my arms and cocking my hip.

The girls proved a captive audience toward this back and forth, giggling and tittering with one another.

“I think men should wear lipstick more often, actually,” John replied, leaning back in his chair, now settled into his confidence. I had to keep my gaze from dipping between his legs. “You girls shouldn’t get to have all the fun.”

I conceded with a roll of my eyes. “Who picked out the color?”

Jacinda jumped up. “I did!”

“Very good choice,” I said, admiring the plummy pink shade on John’s lips. I approached him slowly. “Although…” I cupped his chin in my hand and pushed my thumb nail underneath his lower lip, rubbing off the excess lipstick. It was a risk to be so close to him right in front of the girls like this, but it was hard to resist when the opportunity felt right. John rolled his eyes up to me, a distant excitement and fear in his widening pupils. “You’ve got to stay within the lines.”

I dropped my hand and placed it on my hip cheekily as if time hadn’t slowed down. “Alright, I’m going to wash-up. Will you want help at bedtime?” I asked John.

“No, I’ll manage,” he answered in a quiet way, the private way adults speak around children.

I bit my lower lip. What was unspoken was what happened after the girls would be in bed. But I heard it. Music. Gin. Whisky. Champagne. “Have fun, ladies. Goodnight.”

"Goodnight, Julia!" three little voices called after me.

I went upstairs and did my evening rituals. Each one felt so romantic, despite it being my established routine. A long warm shower, a cup of tea (and a bite to eat, since I hadn’t gotten to partake in the tea party), and some writing.

Something I had done to keep me sane ever since I started nannying and living in other people’s homes was writing letters. Of course, I kept in touch with my family. Auntie Gin and Graham, my mum (to my chagrin) and dad, my brothers, Charlie and Anson. But then I also had my rolodex of children I had cared for, of parents I had worked with, and a handful of strangers that I called friends.

Tonight, I was writing quick notes on postcards I had collected in Montreux. It passed the time miraculously. Before I knew it, it was dark out. I opened the windows, letting the evening chill into the apartment. I could hear the distant rhythm of little feet padding around down the hall. That meant soon. Soon, John and I would get to talk. Whatever that meant, whatever that entailed…I wasn’t sure. But I would have him close again. I could kiss him again. The thought had me blushing and squealing around the apartment.

I couldn’t do anything else but wait, so I turned on the radio and stared out at the night. My room, which looked out at the driveway, also gave me a clear view of Warren Road, the long road that curved into town. The road, which had been so intimidating on that first drive in, was now a piece of my home. I had wanted to run down it so many times and leave. Now, I was happy to stay.

My daydreaming was interrupted by the clearing of a throat behind me. I turned to find John in the doorway, his face still covered in makeup, although it had mostly worn away.

“Hi,” he said nervously.

“Hi,” I replied, sitting up.

“I, um,” John stumbled to find the right words and then gestured to his face. “I forgot I had this on until Kiera pointed it out when I put her to bed.”

I smiled at him.

“And I tried to scrub it off with water, but that evidently doesn’t do much.”

I chuckled. “No, you need cold cream, John.”

“Ah, yes. Alright. That’s what Mo used, I was trying to remember…” he trailed off, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I was going to go look in her vanity, but I only go in the bedroom to hide presents for the girls.”

I got to my feet and walked past him into my bedroom. “How does that spot work out for you?”

“Um, quite well, I think. I haven’t gotten any questions about Father Christmas being real or not yet,” John said unsurely. “Jacinda might be catching on, though.”

“It would be Cin, wouldn’t it?” I grabbed my light green capped pot of Ponds cold cream off the vanity. “Well, come sit, I’ll get you cleaned up.”

John came into the room with trepidation, folding his hands in front of him. I patted the vanity stool for him and collected a few cotton balls before taking a seat across from him at the edge of the bed. “Don’t be nervous. It’s not oral surgery,” I remarked as I opened the jar of cold cream.

John blushed and turned his face away. “I just pictured this going differently.”

“How do you mean?” I asked.

“I don’t know, just thinking about seeing you again, I didn’t think I’d be wearing lipstick,” he said, raising his eyebrows and showing off his long, mascaraed lashes.

I giggled and dipped a cotton ball in the cream before bringing it up to his face. “Close your eyes.”

John followed my instruction. I dragged the cream across his eyelid and he winced. “S’cold. Why didn’t you warn me?”

“It’s in the name, John,” I teased, buffing out the blue eyeshadow until his eyelid was clean. As I worked, I was able to observe his placid expression and each of his features. I ran my cotton ball through the contours of his face, on the ridges and planes, finding him more and more beautiful by the second. “So…you were thinking about me, were you?”

John smiled, showing off his edgy teeth. “Oh, yes. Ever since you left.” He let out a sigh through his nostrils. “I went to bed at nearly 8 o’clock to make today come faster.”

“Ah, that’s why you were so chipper when you arrived, then.”

“Yes, well-rested for the first time in god knows how long.”

I pinched my lips together in a smile just for myself, gently polishing out the mascara. 

“I’m sorry I pushed you out of the tea party,” John spoke, his lips barely moving.

“Hm?”

He cleared his throat. “Annie was surprised you weren’t there. Thought you’d be joining us.”

“Oh…”

He opened one eye slightly to gauge my reaction. “Were you going to join us?”

“No," I said casually.

"So that's why there was a fork in one of the yews?"

I pursed me lips. "Close your eyes, John.”

He did so. “Sorry.”

I worked diligently and carefully until John’s face was mostly bare again, except for his lips. “It was good you and the girls got to do that together. I would have just gotten in the way.”

He sighed but didn’t open his eyes. “You know you wouldn’t have gotten in the way.”

I swallowed as I looked at the curves of his lips, still stained with the plum lipstick from early, although much of it had worn away. I put the cold cream aside, took his face in my hands, and kissed him gently on the lips.

John let out a muffled gasp into my mouth but gave into the kiss easily, moving his hands to my waist. Once the kiss ebbed, I drew back, my mouth still only an inch from his. His eyes blinked open slowly in pleasant surprise.

“That’s the best way to get rid of lipstick,” I whispered.

“Is that so?” John smiled, saliva moving in his mouth.

I nodded and coquettishly lowered my chin to bat my eyelashes at him.

“Perhaps, we should do that again. To make sure it’s all gone…” he trailed off.

I laughed as John closed the gap between us again in a deeper kiss. His hands on my waist tightened; I couldn’t resist his pull and melted toward him farther and farther, running my fingers through the soft tresses of his hair until I was on my knees before him, between his legs. His tongue furled against mine as if he could devour me. I had never been kissed so deeply, so needily.

John placed a hand against my chin and broke the seal of our lips. His nose grazed mine, still so close to me as he murmured, “Julia.”

A smile crinkled on my face. I still couldn’t believe how he intonated my name, low and syllabic. Like a secret. Like a love letter.

“What’s that silly smile about?” he teased, followed by a kiss. “Hm?” And another.

“John!” I giggled like a little girl getting too many kisses from a well-meaning aunt. But there could never be enough. Each kiss sent me over the moon. “I love when you say my name…”

He smiled. “I’ll say it as many times as you like,” and then repeated, “Julia,” cradling the back of my head with his free hand before giving me another soft kiss.

I basked in the glow of his touch, my cheeks hot and my head light.

“Julia...” he said again, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Julia…” and another to my temple.

I couldn’t hold back the giddy laugh in my throat. I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face in his hair, deeply inhaling his scent. The outdoors had crisped his hair with the fresh scent of greenery, complimenting his usual musk.

John embraced me dearly to his chest. “Oh, Julia…”

“What is it?” I asked delicately, stroking a hand through his honey hair.

He hesitated, his breath shifting shallowly in his chest. John put his mouth close to my ear and whispered, “I want you.”

My lips parted.

“I want you so badly,” he repeated; his voice sounded like it was fraying at the edges. As if he wanted me so much that if he couldn’t have me, he might possibly die.

I knew that feeling. That feeling like I could possibly die from wanting. I drew back, letting his eyes rest in mine. I could see terror swimming in the gorgeous, precious blue. I lowered my hands to the flats of his thighs. “You can have me,” I said tacitly. "All of me."

John’s mouth fell slightly. I could hear his breath stutter. It had been so long since he’d been in a position like this. A woman between his legs, offering herself to him. But this was not a hollow, wanton offering. I wanted his touch as much as I wanted his heart, his whole being.

I wanted all of him.

But left with his silence and his searching eyes, I felt I had to backtrack. “I don’t mean to rush y—“

John stopped me with his lips, hungrier than before. He fell to his knees, joining me on the floor, and pushed me up against the side of the bed. I whimpered into his mouth and let my head drop back onto the bed.

John broke away from my lips and nestled his face into my neck, kissing the skin fiercely, teeth dangerously close to leaving marks. He put his hands against my rib cage, his thumbs grazing the undersides of my breasts. I grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand higher up, forcing his hand onto my breast. He hummed against my neck as he caressed me with adept tenderness.

It was like he was making up for lost time and I was happy to be the recipient of his enthusiasm. I could feel him against my pelvis, hard in his trousers. I moaned out his name, restrained only by the door hanging ajar.

John lifted his head, lips coated in spit and eyelids heavy, and grunted, “Fuck…”

Time suspended for a moment as we gazed into each other's eyes, disbelief in the space between us. "I can't believe -"

"I know," John interrupted with a smile and a small shake of his head.

I craned my head toward his and kissed him softly on the lips. "Love kissing you," I murmured. I squeezed his waist between my knees and wiggled my hips against him. John's breath seized. "Love feeling you."

The pupils of John's eyes spread out like blots of ink in an instant, zeroing in on me. He hooked his arms under my legs and pushed me up onto the bed with a level of strength I didn’t know he had. I let out a screech of excitement that turned into a gasp of arousal when our hips locked again.

John's lips devoured mine as we rocked into one another, the hard fulcrum of his cock sending shivers down my spine. My nightgown drooped past my thighs, revealing my panties. They were entirely soaked through; I imagined they were leaving a damp patch on the outside of John’s trousers.

It was becoming too much all too quickly. We were not youths fumbling around in a closet who didn’t yet know what to do with our hands. This feigned intimacy through our clothes could only last so long.

John drew back, tossing his hair out of his eyes with a quick jerk of his neck. His eyes traveled down the length of my thinly veiled body until they reached my pelvis. His eyes jumped back to mine, almost scared by what he had seen.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his nervousness. It was so youthful and so unexpected. John smiled, bashfulness emanating in the blush around his nose. He gingerly ran his hands down my legs. I could feel my pulse beating right at the apex of my wet core as his hands approached my midthigh.

He hesitated, fingers bristling away from me. “This alright?”

I touched John’s wrists and led his hands down the flanks of my thighs until they reached my panties. John hooked his fingers around the edges of lace and lifted his eyes to me one last time.

"Do it."

John tugged the panties down gently, revealing the top of my pubic bone and the coarse thicket of hair. He put one finger into the gusset of my panties and cursed under his breath at the soaked-through feeling. Gingerly, he pressed his bent knuckle in between my lower lips. John’s forehead pinched at the center. "Fuck, you're wet."

"For you, John."

John took a deep breath and bit his lip. Then, he dragged them the rest of the way off, leaving my center naked and available to him.

I thought John might delve hungrily between my thighs and lap me up with his effervescent tongue but instead, he shifted forward on his knees and hung over me as he reached down to his trousers and began to undo them. He was frenzied, frantic to get them undone, practically shaking at the thought of being inside me. I wrapped my hands around his neck and spoke his name softly against his cheek to try and calm him. 

Once John was free from the constraints of his trousers, I felt him on the inside of my thigh. The feeling of his cock on my skin was enough to make him flinch. I tried to peer down at him between us, but it was impossible to get a good look when he was already so near to me. As if to make up for the lack of words, our lips met in needy small kisses.

“Are you okay?” I cooed.

“Mhm. Are you?”

“More than,” I answered against his lips.

John inched up my thigh. I felt a knot in the base of my throat from anticipation. I reached between us and gingerly wrapped my hand around him. His cock was warm and coursing with blood. Thick and hard. Unrelenting. I repositioned him between my legs, so the head of his cock slipped through my lower lips. I braced, a wave of warmth washing up over me.

We both readjusted until he found the notch of my entrance. John almost spoke, his breath forming the beginning of a question, but I shushed him kindly, touching the plane of his cheek and resting my thumb where his dimple was hardened from concentration. "You can," I whispered. "You can."

John nodded heavily and shifted his hips forward, sinking into me slowly. Not even an inch into me, his mouth dropped open and his eyes fluttered shut. "Oh my god, Julia."

I rolled my head back at the feeling of being stretched by him. My nerves sparked like dominoes as he moved through my slick center, back and forth, cautiously.

John bunched the bedspread tightly in his hands on either side of my head. I hooked my hands around his thighs, drawing him deeper into me and his rhythm immediately quickened.

It was quiet, other than our breath, which was becoming increasingly labored as John’s pace hastened, and the squelching sound of his cock pressing into me. I wrapped my hands around his back and clung to him for dear life. His depth matched his speed. With each thrust, he worked deeper inside of me until he was pushing himself to the hilt. The head of his cock pressed up against the most sensitive point inside me, sending fiery spasms through my belly. I moaned out his name raggedly.

The invocation of his name drove him faster which should have been impossible. I gasped. John looped an arm up under my thigh, spreading me wider. I whined tremulously.

John's hand wrapped around my chin and kissed me harshly. Our lips gnashed together, teeth clicking as we undulated. I tried to say something, to curse or pray, but all that came out was a pathetic mewl. John rolled his lips off mine and buried his face into my neck, groaning loudly.

And then, something shifted. John was in total control, or lack thereof. He was shaking, jerking his hips hard into mine, almost painful how our bones were knocking together. It felt like he was trying to start a fire with the friction

Plaintive whimpers came from John’s lips, snagging in his throat so each one was unfinished.

Despite the ongoing pulses of pleasure waving through me, I was focused entirely on John's desperation. Something was wrong. I cupped the back of his head in my hand, murmuring, “John, slow down."

And that was the match that set off the dynamite.

John’s hips jumped and breath hiccuped, his whole body freezing for a split second before his cock jostled and burst inside me unexpectedly and without warning. His body slackedned on top of mine, warm and sweated. Before he was even finished, he choked out, “I’m sorry.”

 I held him to me. “It’s okay.”

“No, I’m – nngh.” His breath was serpentine and helpless, doing everything but aiding him in speaking. “I normally last much longer.”

“It’s alright, John.”

John lifted his head. The corners of his eyes were red. “No, really, I just want you to know, it’s not you, it’s –“

“I don’t care,” I said with a smile.

He blinked. A hot tear ran down his face. “But it’s just been so long that I – “

John was starting to draw away, but I wouldn’t let him. I wrapped my arm around his back. “I don’t care,” I repeated.

“Julia,” John said my name firmly, squeezing his eyes shut, sending more tears rolling down his face. “I don’t know why I’m crying, I can’t help –“

I silenced him with a firm kiss, making sure he knew where I stood. I could feel his warm tears sliding from his cheeks onto mine. It didn’t matter that the corners of a potential orgasm had drifted away from me. Didn’t matter that it was all too much and he had started to cry. All that mattered was being close to him. When our lips parted, I kept him close and stroked the back of his head. “I don’t care,” I repeated. And I didn’t. "I don't care at all."

John sniffled and wiped his face dry with the back of his hand.

“And give yourself a little credit. That was at least two minutes,” I teased, though my voice was still small and personal.

He laughed half-heartedly but the tears spilled out again. “Fuck,” he said, pinching his nose bridge and turning away. “I don’t know why I’m…”

But he did know why. How could he not? The last person he had been close to in this way was Mo. It had been so long since he had connected with someone physically.

I followed him across the bed, now empty of him, except for the trace of seed left inside. I stretched my palm against his chest. “It’s alright. Just lay here with me.”

John nodded, eyes hazy and sad, and wrapped his arms around my waist, tucking his head against my chest with a long sigh. I kissed his forehead; in return, he squeezed me tighter.

This would be complicated. I had know that all along, but it was a distant knowing. I had been caught up in the romance of it all that I had ignored the reality. John was still grieving another woman. A wife. A mother. The space for me was smaller, made even smaller by the addition of his children. I would have to be patient. I would have to tread carefully and restrained. And I would have to make sure I didn’t lose him by being too ardent in my affection.

The world around us returned. The radio crackling in the other room and crickets outside rubbing their legs together. I spied the pot of open cold cream on the vanity and smiled to myself.

“Can I do something for you?” John asked quietly, nudging my clavicle with his lips.

I imagined all the things he could do with his mouth…his hands…but I shook my head. “No, I'm fine."

John twirled a lock of my hair around his finger. "I will. I want to. I've been thinking about all the things we could...and then I just go and..."

"Drop a load?"

John winced. "Jesus, that sounds..."

I laughed and kissed the crown of his head. "There'll be plenty of time for everything. I promise."

John lifted himself up so he could look in my eyes. His face was full of tenderness in the wake of his tears, sticky sheens on his cheeks, ruby lips swollen. He touched my cheek gently; I kissed his thumb and cradled his hand to my cheek. John admired me briefly before speaking again. “I brought home a bottle of champagne.”

“Whatever for?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He smiled, showing off his sharpened canines. “Do you want some?”

I smiled back. “Only if it’s the good stuff.”

“Whatever for?” he parroted. That earned him a smack on the arm. “If I had known you weren’t a cheap date, I might not have gotten myself into this mess.”

“I’m probably the most expensive date you’ve had and I’ve got the bank statements to prove it.”

“Alright now, let’s not get into that,” John rolled his eyes and patted my thigh before getting up off the bed.

Left with my nightgown asunder, I was hit with chill. “John?”

“Mm?”

I held my hand out from the bed and pouted, “Come back.”

John stopped in the doorway, smiling at me like I was a child. “Are you always this needy?”

I twiddled my fingers and grinned bigger than big.

John dropped his head back and let out an exasperated sigh before bounding back to the bed and throwing his arms around me. He pulled me into his lap, kissing every last centimeter of my face whilst I giggled unceasingly. “You’ve got me in trouble, Julia Morgan,” he said with a final kiss to my lips.

“And why’s that?” I asked, cupping his chin in my hand and diving into his deep blue eyes.

John considered me a moment. His lips turned into a placid smile and then he said frankly, “Because I know already that I cannot and will not be able to resist you any longer, no matter how hard I try.”

We shared one last kiss before he disappeared through the bedroom door. I flopped back on the bed and screeched into my pillow like a giddy schoolgirl.

When John returned, I was waiting in the kitchenette, all cleaned up and donning my powder blue robe with lace trim, with two coffee mugs set out on the counter.

“Mugs for champagne. You really are a bottom- shelf bird, aren’t you?” John teased.

“Can you believe it? This hovel doesn’t come equipped with champagne glasses.”

John popped open the bottle easily and poured us both a mugful. “It’s criminal. Especially for how expensive this champagne actually was,” he tsked. “I should talk to your landlord, hm?”

We each took a mug and toasted before taking a hearty swig. The zing of champagne sent sparks through my body. “Mm, perhaps. Although I must warn you, he may try to get into your pants,” I said with a clandestine look over my shoulder as if we’re to be overheard.

John rolled his eyes and smiled. “Alright, look, I haven’t been trying to get into your pants.”

“Then how’d you describe what just happened in the other room?” I retorted with another sip of champagne.

John grabbed me by the waist playfully and cornered me up against the counter. “Look, you –“

I squealed with delight, throwing my arms around his neck.

“I’ve only been trying to get into your knickers for a couple days now, really, so –“

“But how long have you wanted to get into my knickers?” I interrupted.

John’s cheeks dimpled and his eyes widened. “That’s not the question, is it?”

I licked my lower lip, curiosity getting the better of me. “How long, John? Tell me.”

He hesitated. “I don’t want to tell you because then you’ll get into your head all I wanted was to sleep with you and that couldn’t be further from the truth.”

“That long, hm?” I taunted, although my heart was singing at his words.

John grunted with playful frustration and jerked his head toward the radio. “You know this song?”

“You’re changing the subject!”

“I am!” he announced jovially and pulled me away from the counter into a dance.  

I didn’t know the song and don’t remember it. What I remember is spinning around the room with John, both of us laugh and jesting each other as we always had, but now we were free to push each other further. To steal kisses and disappear into longing gazes. In truth, there was very little talking about what we were to do with this change in our relationship that night. It was too exhilarating to enjoy each other this way.

Not until we were curled up in my bed, our bodies enmeshed beneath the sheets, sharing a pillow we were so close, that John whispered the truth to me. “I’ve wanted you for a long time. So long I sometimes wonder if I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.”

Even though I knew much better, I would have devoted myself to him entirely right there, that very night. Without either of us truly knowing each other to our deepest extents or having decided what this actually was, I would have rushed into a commitment with him hand over fist if he had just asked.

If only it could have been that simple.

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Emerald (Eren x Reader) Chapter 7-Keep it a secret

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Author's note: 32.000+ characters. It's a really long chapter.

I didn't plan to add any kind of smut to this one, but it somehow just turned out that way lol

Enjoy~

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As you pulled out in front of your home, you slowly got out of the car. Eren followed you on the way to the door and caught you the second you collapsed.

-Shit, Y/N...-he panicked- You okay?

-Yeah, yeah. Sorry. It's just, I don't know -you shook your head, trying to collect yourself and get rid of the blurry vision.

-You should sleep and rest.

-I can't, I need to go to work -you argued, now in the living room- Levi will fire me, if I won't show up.

-Levi is a fucking asshole -he hissed.

You took a deep breath and started to get ready and so did Eren, too. You argued for like 10 minutes, because he wasn't willing to let you drive. With an annoyed face you got into his car, but deep down you liked the fact he cared about you.

Before you both got out of the car in the parking lot he turned to you with a serious look on his face.

-Y/N -he looked you in the eye, making you a bit nervous- I need to ask you something, before we go in.

-What's wrong? -you furrowed your brows.

-Are you mine? -his husky voice sent shivers down your spine.

You kept silent, hesitating. Not wanting to say out loud the word, which was about to change everything. Eren clenched his jaw as your silence started to crawl under his skin.

-So? -he kept staring into your eyes.

-Yes -you whispered- But with one condition!

-Say it -he took a deep breath.

-Let's keep it a secret for a while, okay? Until we figure things out...I mean technically you are still married.

-Fine -he rolled his eyes, but smiling like a teenager- Yet, there's one thing you have to do right away -he leaned close to you, his warm breath dancing on your skin- You have to tell Jean to fuck off -he smirked.

-Oh my God, Jaeger -you laughed out loud, facing him, lips almost touching- You are a jealous type, aren't you? -you bit your lower lip, staring at his one.

-You don't want to see me jealous -he growled, kissing you passionately. The second you cried out from pain he broke the kiss -Fuck, sorry...I forgot -he giggled, scratching the back of his head.

-Yeah, me too -you took a deep breath, trying to get yourself together.

You both walked in the office and kept talking, showing everything was fine. Sasha noticed the huge bandage on your chin and ran to you right away.

-Oh my God, Y/N...you okay? What happened? -she looked worried.

-Yeah, I was just clumsy and I slipped in the bathroom -you smiled awkwardly. Peaking at Eren from the corner of your eye, seeing he was barely able to push back his laughter.

You were in the kitchen, when all the girls walked in, talking and laughing.

-Oh, Y/N, hey -Historia greeted you with a huge smile- Sasha said what happened. Hope you are okay.

-Sure -you nodded- It's not a big deal anyway.

-So...clumsy, huh? -Annie raised one of her eyebrows.

-Yeah, why? -you looked surprised. Your story was perfect.

-And were you alone that clumsy or maybe someone else happened to be there, too? -she smirked.

-What? -you almost choked from the question- Of course I was alone -you coughed, slightly hitting your chest with your fist.

-If you say so -she shrugged.

-Annie -Sasha sighed deeply- leave her alone. I'm sure she would never lie to us -she looked at you smiling. And made you feel terrible in an instant.

As you dropped yourself down to your chair, Jean appeared next to you.

-Good morning, beautiful -he greeted you with a huge smile, which faded away the second he noticed the bandage.

-Morning -you smiled.

-You okay? -he sat on his knees immediately- What happened? -he gently touched your chin.

-Nothing, really. I'm fine don't worry -you carefully grabbed his wrist, feeling uneasy from his touch.

Eren witnessed everything from his table and was about to rush towards you, but as you gave him a serious look, he stood still.

After Jean left a message popped on your screen.

Eren:

-Did you tell him?

-I will...

-When?

-After work. There's no time for things like that right now.

-If he dares to touch you once again, I swear...

You took an annoyed deep breath and buried yourself into work right away. After the day ended and everyone was heading out, you waited for Jean. Eren walked past you, eying you up and down with lust.

-I'm gonna wait for you in the car -he whispered and you nodded slightly in agreement.

-I'll be quick -you smiled softly.

You took a deep breath and walked up to Jean, who was now alone, packing his stuff away.

-Princess -he smiled as he noticed you standing next to him.

-Can we talk? -you gulped as you felt horrible.

You didn't want to hurt him or his feelings, he seemed like a really sweet guy and maybe if you would have met him under other circumstances...who knows. He might have made you fall for him. But the ugly truth was that you were just like Eren...vulnerable, miserable and sometimes a total dickhead. Eren fitted you perfectly, two broken people trying to find some kind of relief in each other's arms.

-Uhh, did I do something wrong? -he chuckled in embarrassment. He saw it in your eyes that something was really really off.

-No, of course not -you softened your look- But there's something I need to tell you.

-Are you going to dump me? -he straightened himself up, towering above you. He was a quiet tall guy after all.

-Please don't say that, because we've never been together, so I technically cannot dump you -you bubbled awkwardly.

-Then please tell me what you want to talk about? -he clenched his jaw.

-Look, you are a sweet guy, really, but I don't want to play with you. I don't want to get into anything serious, so it's gonna be better if we stay just coworkers.

-Why? -he asked angrily.

-Jean, please just accept it, okay -you tried to pull a smile.

-No... -he stared into your eyes- You had fun with me, didn't you?

-I did -you admitted.

-And the kiss we shared...you cannot fool me, you wanted it as much as I did -he stepped closer.

-Please, just let it go, okay? We can be friends...

-Hmm -he hummed- Yeah, let's say that. I'll be your friend until you realize I'm a better choice than Jaeger -he clicked his tongue, walking past by you.

-What? No! Jean...-you tried to deny everything.

-Yeah, yeah...I know -he waved, walking further, not looking back at you.

You stood there for a long time frozen. Was it this obvious that you and Eren actually were a thing? Even if you tried to hide it as much as possible. You were confused and annoyed, dealing with things you weren't even supposed to do. -Sometimes I wish I have never accepted this job -you hissed, walking out of the office as well.

Eren got out of the car the second he noticed you walking in his direction. Softly smiling at you.

-Is everything okay? -he asked, opening the door for you.

-Just take me home, please -you hummed, sliding inside.

-Y/N -he rolled his eyes, getting in as well.

-What? -you shouted.

-Fucking hell -he widened his eyes- Why are you yelling?

-I'm sorry -you sighed- It's just...this whole freaking situation, you know. It feels bad, I feel like a terrible person.

-Why? Choosing me over him? -he raised one of his eyebrows.

-NO! -you kept yelling- You don't understand it. I shouldn't drag myself into a situation, where I have to choose in the first place -you pinched the bridge of your nose. -I was so fucking fine by myself. Why? Why do you have to be so...grrr... -you fisted your hands.

-So what? -he tilted his head, because he was truly confused by your act.

-So freaking irresistible -you sighed deeply.

His eyes softened at your words, a dangerous smirk appeared on his face. You looked at him, rolling your eyes in an instant.

-Just drive...for God's sake.

The rest of the day was finally calm. You got home and offered Eren to stay as well, he accepted it without any hesitation. Since you didn't feel like cooking, you ordered some food. Munching on some chinese takeout you've been watching a movie on Netflix, chilling on the couch and just enjoying the peace.

-This is nice -he murmured, his arm around your shoulder, while you rested your head on his chest.

-What do you mean?

-This...what we are doing right now. No drama, no problems, just sitting here with you in my arms and watching a fucking boring movie. But I love it a lot.

-You were the one who chose this to watch -you raised one of your eyebrows.

-It's not the point, silly -he giggled- You have no idea how long I craved for a moment like this.

-Look at you, softly -you teased him.

-I know you love it better, when I'm hard -he smirked.

-Oh God -you rolled your eyes, laughing at his comment.

-Y/N? -he looked at you.

-Hmm? -you asked, watching the movie.

-I would like to take you on a date.

-What? -you choked on your food a bit. He totally got you off guard.

-You heard me right. I want to spend some quality time with you, making memories and shit like that -he laughed out loud. -Don't you want it, too?

-It would be nice -you nodded slightly.

-Saturday?

-And where do you want to go? -you still kept watching the TV.

-Surprise, but you're gonna love it -he clicked his tongue.

-Fine, Mr. Secret, just tell me in time how I should dress okay?

-Deal! -he kissed the top of your head.

You smiled under your nose, because he was totally right. This was just nice. After you finished the movie, you kept talking for hours, sharing lame and awkward moments from your past, laughing loudly, sincerely and you felt above the clouds. After so long you felt just fine.

Finishing your shower, strictly one by one, you slid into the bed. You were facing him, gently caressing his hair and face.

-You are so handsome, Eren -you admitted, blushing.

-Thank you -he said, feeling embarrassed. He wasn't used to soft words like these.

-What? Do I make you uncomfortable with my words? -you asked.

-No -he cleared his throat- I just, I'm not used to being taken care of, you know. Or acts and words like this -he pulled a sad smile.

-Did she never tell you how attractive you are? How beautiful your eyes are. How wonderful of a person you are. - you kept caressing his face.

-Never -his Adam's apple lifted up and down, fighting to stay cool.

-Well, then I am saying these things now. Because this is the truth -you planted a quick kiss on his lips.

-You surprised me, pretty -he admitted, blushing from head to toe.

-Yeah, I can see that -you laughed out loud- You would have never thought that I could be a softy, too. Huh?

-I was hoping -he licked his bottom lip, leaning in for a real kiss. This time being very careful and gentle, making sure he didn't hurt you.

As you were slowly falling asleep, you wondered when was the last time you felt safe in anyone's arms. Maybe it was the time to let your guard down and just let it happen.

***

Walking into the office with Eren by your side, being in the middle of a conversation you accidentally bumped into Jean.

-Shit, sorry -you blinked fast- I didn't see you coming.

-It's okay, beautiful. You can bump into me anytime -he bit his lower lip.

-Kirstein, watch your mouth -Eren hissed.

-Why? Is it your business at all? -he raised his eyebrows, knowing exactly how to trigger Eren- If she doesn't want me to flirt she will say it -he winked at you, walking by with ease.

You saw Eren was about to turn around and follow him, but you grabbed his wrist.

-Please...don't -you whispered.

-Didn't you tell him to fuck off? -he pulled an annoyed face.

-I said that with nice words -you chuckled.

-What did you tell him?

-Does it matter?

-Well, it obviously does since he doesn't act like he would fuck off anytime soon.

-I offered him to stay friends -you shrugged.

-And what did he say?

You kept silent for a minute, which made Eren's blood boil even more.

-Y/N? -he sighed angrily.

-He said he will be my friend as long as I realize he's a better choice than you are -you threw your hands in the air annoyed.

-What? -he looked confused- You talked about us?

-No, I didn't say a thing, but it seems he knows...and probably everyone else knows it too.

-So it means I can kiss you right here right now? -he smirked.

-Fucking hell, Eren -you shook your head, leaving him behind, rushing to your desk.

You were dealing with a complicated task, when a message popped on your screen.

Jean:

-Coffee break?

-I already had one not too long ago. But thanks.

-Smoke break?

-No, thank you.

-Hey...you told me to stay friends! Then act like my friend!

-Sorry 😀

-I will forgive you if you come for a smoke break with me...Now!

-Fine...

Eren threw a death stare the second he noticed Jean next to you, and you two walking out together. He was fighting with the urge to rush after you, but he knew you would be mad. And he was right, he had to learn to trust you, otherwise it would have been a dead end.

Jean kept hitting on you, whispering naughty compliments, trying to make you feel uncomfortable. But he didn't know that you were more aware of it than anyone else. You learnt to handle situations like these in the past, being able to let go of all the words just next to your ear. You had to deal with men like him and after a while you just knew how to ignore the sweet lies.

If he thought it was a game, then you were about to show him how to play it.

***

On Saturday you felt nervous. Eren told you he was going to pick you up around 10am. He didn't say anything, but to dress comfortably. No heels, no party dress. Well you picked jeans, a tank top and a leather jacket with sneakers. You put on a messy bun and some casual make up. You felt hot, yet comfy. Best combination ever.

-Hello, my beautiful - he greeted you in front of the door, holding a bouquet of emerald green roses.

-Hey, handsome -you laughed, taking the flowers from him, and walking back to put them into water.

-You look ravishing, baby -he slapped your ass slightly as you walked next to him.

-Eren -you shook your head slightly, giggling.

-So where are we going? -you asked, clicking the seat belt into its holder.

-You will find out soon -he looked at you from the corner of his eye. You found him truly attractive, when he was driving. They way he rested one of his hands on the driving wheel, and the other one on your thigh. The serious look he threw, when he was focusing on the traffic. You bit your lower lip and he noticed it.

-Stop staring, woman. You already undressed me with your eyes -he teased you.

-So what? -you shrugged, not even trying to deny it- You look hot, when you are driving and I totally love what I see -you smirked- I would love to fuck you right here, right now.

It surprised him, since he thought you would get shy or something. But oh how wrong he was. You were a bigger gamer than him. Flirting and teasing were in your blood after all.

-Fuck, Y/N -he laughed in embarrassment.

-What, Jaeger? Don't start a game, if you are not confident enough to play it through -you kept smirking.

Eren kept silent with a hint of a pink blush on his cheek.

When he parked the car at the beach, you couldn't stop smiling. It was one of your favorite spots and even if it was only spring, it was still fun to be there.

-Come, baby -he held out his hand for you to take it.

-How did you know this was my fav spot? -you smiled, taking his hand.

-Well since we are quite alike...I hoped we shared this in common as well.

It was like a cringe romance, a fucked up love story, but you felt above the clouds anyway. You were wandering around hand in hand, the wind danced on your skin and you felt overwhelmed. As you walked down the shore, you took a deep breath before deciding to open up and reveal your feelings.

-Do you think it's gonna work out? -you looked at him, stopping in your action, standing still.

-I hope so, Y/N, because the more time I spend with you the more I want. I just can't get enough -he hummed in realization.

-Even if you know how fucked up I am? -you raised one of your eyebrows.

-I'm more fucked up than you -he laughed with bitterness in his voice.

-Why would you be? Okay, maybe you are an asshole, but that's not that bad -you shrugged.

-Sweet, sweet lies -he shook his head.

-I would never lie to you -you threw a dead serious look.

He pulled you closer, dragging some of your loosened hair behind your ear, slowly leaning in and kissing you with so much tenderness it made your body shiver. You threw your hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. Parting your lips, being desperate for him to do so. You let out a slight moan as you felt his tongue dancing with yours. You loved how he tasted, you loved the way he caressed your body, the way he held you. When it rushed through you, your body clenched. You weren't ready to admit the obvious yet, but there was one thing you were willing to do...to let it happen.

-You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Y/N -he broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours.

-Fuck, your life must have been miserable before, if you think like that - you laughed out loud.

-I'm serious -he stared into your eyes- I'm never going to let you go -his husky voice crawled under your skin. You didn't admit it so far, but you just loved, when he acted dominant.

The moment was ruined by his ringing phone.

-Oh for fuck's sake -he sighed, searching for his phone in his pocket. He pulled an annoyed face when he saw the screen.

-Who is it?

He didn't say anything, but tilted it for you to see as well. Mikasa.

-Answer it -you said softly.

-I don't want to -he sighed.

-It's okay. Just answer it -you caressed his hand.

The moment he accepted the call and put it on speaker, you heard Mikasa yelling.

-Where in the fuck are you? -she screamed.

-It's none of your business.

-Are you with that bitch again? -she whined.

You rolled your eyes and were about to walk a bit further, because you didn't really want to hear the rest of the conversation. But Eren grabbed your wrist, mouthing you to stay.

-What do you want, Mikasa? -Eren sighed annoyed.

-I want my husband to come home to his WIFE! Because I am your fucking wife, did you forget it? -she went insane.

-I'm going to hang up -Eren said with a cold tone.

-I swear to God, if you don't come home, you will regret it! You will never be happy without me, I will make sure of that!

You saw Eren was about to lose his cool, so you simply turned the phone in your direction and hung up.

-She's a tiny bit annoying -you faked a smile.

Eren bursted out in a loud laughter. As he kept laughing you chimed in and both of you were going crazy. Collapsing on the ground and laughing without a break. Even if it wasn't a funny situation at all, you were handing it the way you thought was the best. It's better to laugh than cry, right?

After 10 minutes of madness, you finally stood up and dusted yourself from the sand.

-Would you come with me tomorrow? There are a few flats I need to check.

-So are you really moving out? -you asked.

-Of course! Oh and I won't be at work on Monday. I need to attend the court to finally make the divorce official -he said with sparkling eyes. He really wanted to get rid of her wife.

-I'll go with you -you took his hand and started to walk back to the car.

-Even if I won't be in on Monday, try to behave, okay? -he teased you.

-What? -you looked confused.

-Try not to make Jean fall in love with you -he smirked.

-Jesus... -you rolled your eyes- Stop being jealous -you giggled.

-Then stop being so beautiful -he shrugged.

***

On Sunday morning you woke up for some low cursing. As you furrowed your brow and rubbed your eyelids with the back of your hand you tried to figure out what was going on. You turned around just to witness an empty space next to you, Eren was nowhere to be found and you were a little disappointed. You really felt like cuddling, maybe even a bit more. You yawned big, sitting up at the edge of the bed, being careful to touch the ground firstly with your right foot.

-Eren? -you stretched slightly your neck left and right, walking to the kitchen. At first you didn't want to believe what you've just seen. Eren was standing in boxers, baking pancakes. The sight of his toned back, the way the boxers followed his perfectly round bum made you bite your lower lip.

-Good morning, baby -he smiled, when he heard you entering the kitchen.

-Morning, babe -you walked up to him, hugging him from behind, resting your face on his muscled back. The feeling of his bare skin sent shivers down your spine. A tiny interaction like this was enough to turn you on -What are you doing? -you murmured, caressing his abs up and down, still hugging him from behind.

-I thought you were going to be hungry, when you woke up -he chuckled- I'm not an expert in the kitchen, but my pancakes are the best in the town -he pulled an arrogant, yet adorable smirk.

-I bet they are -you kept caressing his body without a break.

-Honey? -he turned to face you.

-Yes? -you looked with innocent puppy eyes.

-What are you up to? -he raised one of his eyebrows.

-Well...-you bit your lower lip, slowly sliding one of your fingers under the rubber of his boxers.

-Oh -he laughed-I hate to reject you, but we are already late. Here -he put some pancakes on a plate- Eat your breakfast, we will need to leave in like 40 minutes to check the first flat.

-And what if I skip the breakfast and I choose to fuck you instead?

-God -he shook his head, slightly blushing- You really act like a guy right now. Please baby, eat, then get ready. And I swear after we come home, I'll fuck you just the way you want. Okay? -he kissed the top of your head.

-You are so lame, Jaeger -you sighed disappointed, sitting down and eating the pancakes offended.

You chose a cute spring dress, which had puffy sleeves and a decent cleavage, ending above mid thigh. The light cream color of the dress perfectly matched with the tiny flowers, which covered it everywhere. As you were looking for lingerie you found those you bought with the girls a few weeks back. A naughty smirk appeared on your face, reaching for the black-turquoise push-up bra and for the matching penties. You wanted to punish Eren for rejecting you in the kitchen.

He walked in the bedroom just the second you clicked your bra behind your back. You felt his eyes on your back, on your ass, so you slowly turned around, revealing your full look to him. Eren's eyes widened and were blinded by lust right away.

-Fuck, Y/N...-he growled, walking up to you.

-Oh, you like it? -you acted innocent, spinning around in front of him.

-Baby -he breathed heavily-come here -he licked his upper lip.

-I would love to really -you walked past him, gently rubbing his bulge through his boxers- But as you said a bit before we were already late -you faked a sad sigh- What a shame, right? -you kept acting innocent.

-I'm begging you -he growled- Come here! -his husky voice made it really hard for you not to give in. But you wanted to teach him a lesson, so you quickly put on your dress.

-I'm sorry, sweetheart -you kept getting ready- But we really need to go. By the way, do you like my dress? -you asked, spinning around once again, slowly bending down just to show him how the short dress followed your ass, while slipping into heels.

-That's mean...you are mean -his breath was getting heavier and heavier. You turned to face him and witnessed a massive boner in his boxers.

-Don't worry, when we get home I'll let you fuck me the way you want -you said with a low, cheeky voice.

Eren couldn't collect himself during the ride, he rested his big hand on your thigh, sometimes wandering it further up, but you stopped him every single time, making him even more desperate. While you were waiting at a red light, he tried his luck once again, slowly sliding his palm under your dress, when you didn't do anything the look on his face told you he was surprised. You smirked, while grabbing his hand and pulling it between your thighs, gently caressing his fingers against your cloth covered pussy.

He turned to face you in an instant, lust burning in his eyes. A loud honk and an even louder cursing snapped him back to reality. He cleared his throat as pulling his hand away, starting to move the car at the green light.

-You are so going to regret this, Y/N -he growled under his nose.

-I can't wait to regret everything you are about to do to me -you clicked your tongue. Teasing him felt fun, you enjoyed it, but deep inside you suffered as well. You craved his touch, his kiss, his dick being inside of you. But you had to wait and it drove you crazy just as much as him.

The first flat was nice, but nothing special. A tiny, one roomed apartment on the 10th floor. It didn't have a balcony either. The second you stepped in you knew he was not going to like it. You spent like 5 minutes there, before telling the nice woman, who showed you the estate that you would like to see the next one. The second one was even worse, a stinky, filthy, tiny hole. You stepped in then grabbed Eren's hand immediately.

-Come... -you turned around.

-Baby, we didn't even check it.

-You're not gonna live in a filthy shit like that -you said with a low voice.

You both were sad, he really had to find something to be able to finally move out. Because even if he mostly spent the days with you neither you nor him wanted to think about moving in together yet. The third one was anything like the rest before. A two bedroomed beautiful apartment with a huge living room, kitchen, bathroom and a decent balcony on the 5th floor.

-What do you think? -Eren looked at you, waiting for your honest opinion.

-I like it -you smiled- It's nice and cozy.

-Can you imagine me fucking you on that kitchen counter? -he leaned in, whispering in your ear, so only you could hear him.

-Definitely -you smirked.

-Okay, I'm gonna take it -Eren walked up to the woman. They spent almost an hour filling different kinds of documents and shit like that. Paying things he had to for renting the estate.

-Alright, Mr. Jaeger -the woman chirped- Keys are here -she handed him the keys of the flat- If you have any more questions, please call me -she smiled and left the apartment.

-Y/N? -he called after you.

-I'm here -you said, standing on the balcony, enjoying the view. The city below you looked busy and beautiful at the same time. Cars and people were rushing in every direction, dealing with their own lives. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, letting the wind play with your hair, slightly caressing your skin, which caused your body to shiver.

Eren walked up to you, hugging you from behind, resting his head on the top of yours. You loved the height difference between you two. It's not like you didn't like shorter guys either...for example your boss. Even if he was short, around your height, he was charming as hell. But Eren, he was just perfect the way he was.

-Thank you for helping me to find a place to stay in -he murmured into your ears. His warm breath danced on your skin.

-Anytime, baby -you put your hand above his on your stomach.

-Y/N -he growled- I wanna take you right here, right now -he bit your earlobe, which sent shivers down your spine. You felt the tension between your legs.

-But it's daylight, Eren...they could see us.

-I'll be careful -he licked your neck, while slowly pulling up your dress, revealing your ass to him. He bit your shoulder hard, leaving a love mark behind. As you reached your hand behind your back, you found his already huge bulge twitching in his pants.

-I want you so bad -he kept kissing your neck, while eagerly unbuttoning his pants, just pushing it down until he could free himself from his boxers. You slightly spread your legs and pushed your ass higher for him. He guided himself to your entrance immediately, smirking when noticing you were already wet for him. You let out a low moan, when he entered you, leaning against your back, going deeper and deeper, slowly, gently.

No one could have told what you were doing on the balcony, from under it looked like you were just standing there, enjoying the sight of the city. Which was true at some point, but you were rather enjoying Eren's hard dick sliding in and out of you.

-I wish you could grab my boobs -you moaned.

-It's exciting, isn't it? That you have to hide your moves, you have to behave and control yourself -he breathed heavily, whispering into your ears.

-Give me your hand, please -you begged. Softly grabbing one of his palms and guiding it onto your neck -Choke me -you growled -No one is watching -you kept begging desperately.

He didn't say anything, but you moaned as you felt his grip tightening on your neck. It turned you on even more. The painfully slow thrusting started to drive you crazy, you pushed your ass back against him to make it a bit faster.

-A-a, baby...behave -his husky tone drove you even more insane.

-Eren, please. You are torturing me. Fuck me harder, faster, I want to feel you pounding me rough -you whined.

-No -he smirked- You teased me -he stopped for a second- And I told you you will regret it.

-Since when are you this dominant? -you asked with a shaking voice. The pleasure made you dizzy.

-I know you love it -he bit your neck, leaving a huge hickey, but you didn't mind it at all.

Fucking you like this for long minutes, you felt your climax was building up.

-Eren, I'm so close -you threw your head back, resting it on his shoulder.

-Good -he hissed with passion- Me too.

-Fill me up -you bit your lower lip.

-Fuck, Y/N -he moaned into your neck, while feeling him pulsing inside of you. After thrusting a few more times, he pulled out and got dressed. You pushed down your dress and walked back into the living room. You both smiled at each other, because this was something new...any of you experienced anything like this before and that made it special. The bathroom looked pretty nice, it was big enough for taking a bath or just a shower. You were already planning the positions you wanted to try with Eren in this room, while cleaning yourself up.

-Tomorrow I'm gonna bring my stuff here -he said, while you were walking to the car -Want to help me after work?

-Sure -you nodded right away.

The day rushed away and you were chilling on the couch, when you heard someone knocking on the front door.

-Are you waiting for someone? -Eren raised one of his eyebrows.

-No -you shrugged, standing up, heading to the door.

-Hey, beautiful -Jean greeted you with a huge smile on his face.

-Jean? What are you doing here? -you asked, truly surprised.

Eren heard every single word and stood up immediately, listening carefully to the conversation.

-Well, I just wanted to ask you, if... -he stopped for a second- If you wanted to hang out or something.

-You could have called me first. I'm sorry, but I'm busy now.

-Please, Y/N. Let's go for a drink.

Eren clenched his jaw, walking up behind you, making eye contact with Jean.

-She said she's busy, Kirstein. So fuck off! -he hissed.

-What the fuck are you doing here, Jaeger? -his eyes widened -Don't tell me Y/N that you truly chose this piece of shit over me -he rolled his eyes.

You imaginary facepalmed yourself, because you knew he fucked up. Eren shot the door open and grabbed Jean's collar.

-I said -he gritted between his teeth- fuck off! -he pushed him away from the porch. Jean tried to collect his balance.

-Fuck you, Jaeger! -he yelled- You don't deserve her! -he walked up to Eren once again, trying to punch him in the face. But Eren dodged it and threw a hit right into Jean's stomach. As he bent down from the pain, Eren grabbed his head and kneeled him in the face.

-Eren, stop! -you rushed to them. You were afraid he broke Jean's nose.

-I tell you for the very last time Kirstein, leave her alone -Eren said with so much coldness in his voice, which made you terrified. He was seriously in his dominant state.

-Please, Jean, just go home. Okay? -you tried to convince him and somehow stop this madness.

Jean looked you in the eye, while blood was running down his face. Not only his nose, but his bottom lip was ripped as well. Eren was really strong after all.

-You will choose me, Y/N...You might not see it now, but he will betray you -he said with pain in his eyes.

Eren clenched his jaw and fisted his hands, and was about to beat the shit out of Jean, but you grabbed his hand hard.

-Enough -you said- Let's go inside.

As you closed the door, you rested your back against the door, slamming slightly your head into it.

-I can't believe this shit -you sighed annoyed. As you took one deep breath, you walked up to Eren, who was standing in the kitchen, shaking like a leaf from the anger. -Are you okay? -you softly asked, reaching for his hand to check his fist.

-I'm okay -he clicked his tongue.

-You shouldn't have had to beat him this much. I think you broke his nose.

-I warned him more than once -he shrugged- You are mine -he hissed- And I'm gonna protect what's mine, no matter what! 

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