#love that dumb happy smile on zeke's face
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So after listening to a certain encanto au song I had this idea and it’s..out this is just a drabble this isn’t canon at all!
Warning this contains: violence to an infant and a child, angst, happy ending?
Mateo remembered when she was first born, his beautiful little girl. He held the girl close in his arms as he glanced at his partner sleeping in the hospital bed. “Hi princess, I’ve waited for you for so long..” he whispers out with a teary eyed grin as he kissed her little face “my sweet poppy, your brother is going to be so happy” he whispered with a smile.
Poppy was a beautiful baby girl, mateo remembered how he would panic whenever his partner did anything while pregnant with her despite having done this song and dance with indigo. Mateo remembered the first time he brought her home, carefully carrying the sleeping infant in the car seat while helping his partner towards the couch to lay down “I got her, rest okay?” He cooed out worriedly before hearing excited footsteps rushing down the stairs, indigo rushed towards his dad happily.
“Dad!” The small boy cheered out with a bright grin. Mateo placed the car seat on the coffee table before kneeling down hugging the boy who ran into his arms with a smile “indie, I’m sorry we were gone for so lone but I’m sure you loved being at uncle zeke’s place Hmm?” Mateo purred out with a smile.
The rush to the hospital was so quick that mateo had his brother zeke grab indigo to care for him while he was at the hospital. “Mhmm! He let me play in the booth!” Indigo chimed out before his attention moved towards the infant starting to wake up.
Mateo stood up scooping poppy up in his arms before carefully sitting on the floor, patting the spot beside him. Indigo was near silent as he sat next to his father gazing at the baby. “Indigo meet poppy, your baby sister..you’re a big brother now” mateo whispers out as poppy stared at indigo with big eyes.
Indigo reached out touching poppy’s face before flinching at her loud scream crying. Mateo got up and was instantly walking off “give me a sec to get her settled buddy then we can hang out okay?” He said while preparing a bottle cooing and softly shushing the girl walking around with a smile “it’s okay my pretty girl..” mateo whispered out unaware of the horrified expression indigo gave.
The new few weeks were hell for indigo, he just wanted his parents undivided attention, he would start to misbehave and hurt poppy in small ways from pulling her hair or pinching her cheeks causing her to scream. He would always get scolded on how he needed to be gentle with her since she is so much smaller than him, it only made him angrier
“Stupid baby.. go away, this is my family so go away!” Indigo snapped as tears rolled down his face. He stood by the crib, one of his parents were sleeping and mateo was making lunch they were both so tired from this dumb baby.
Indigo reached out pinching poppy’s nose and covered her mouth with his hand watching as she woke up and started to cry from being unable to breathe. Indigo glared down at the infant holding his hand tighter against her mouth thus muffling her sounds. He watched as she wiggled around the bed her face slowly turning blue but he flinched at a loud yelling.
“Indigo!? What are you doing?! You’ll kill her!” Mateo screeched as he rushed to his son yanking his hands away roughly pushing him back making him fall to the ground. Mateo instantly held the now cry and caught fire infant close “shh shh, you’re safe poppy..it’s okay..it’s all okay” he whispers out lovingly managing to calm her down enough to lull her back to sleep this time he placed her in the bed with his partner alerting them about it to his partner who gave a sleepy hum cradling the baby close to them.
Indigo faced the wrath of his father, mateo was a kind and playful father often enjoying sports and other outings with his child he was never cruel to indigo and made sure to keep him safe, when indigo started to get white splotches on his skin from vitiligo like his father it was mateo who consoled and explained it to him. This was different though his father was seething with rage, indigo knew his temper was something to be feared often hearing silly stories from his uncles about how his dad would get into a lot of fights because of his quick temper.
“I-I hate here! She stole you from me! I hate her I hate her! I want her dead! I wish she was dea-”
Smack
Indigo’s eyes were wide as he looked at his father who just smacked him across the face. “Don’t you ever say something so vile and evil! That is your sister! I let your little mean mistakes before go because I figured you were just being an annoying big brother but this..I’m so fucking disappointed in you indigo. Go to your room, you will receive a proper punishment but for now just go.” Mateo snapped out with a scowl which only got worst when he saw indigo dazed and just standing there hand on cheek tears rolling down his face.
Mateo grabbed his arm yanking him close snapping him out of his daze “did you hear me, boy?! I said go!” He hissed out now yanking a sobbing and apologizing indigo to his room before pushing him in and closing the door.
Mateo was panicked, he was thankful that he went to check on her or else she would probably be dead. This was a serious issue, he didn’t see indigo as the type who would stop this behavior. Mateo made sure to talk about it with his partner who was equally as upset, the two couldn’t stay in the same home..indigo would kill her.
That’s when mateo had an idea that made his heart shatter, when he proposed it to his spouse the reaction was to be expected. “What?! No! We aren’t doing that! We can’t! I won’t let you!” They snapped out as tears streamed down their face.
“It’s the only choice we have, it’s not safe..you know how indigo is. He won’t stop this no matter how much we scream he would never stop and I’m not sending my son away, this will be good for her..I promise” mateo reassured his partner but he couldn’t help from sobbing.
After a lot of talking and crying, they were ready. His partner was far too emotional to do it so mateo did it himself, he packed up all the things poppy would need before he placed the bags in the car, his eyes puffy and filled with tears the entire time he loaded up the car and slipped the sleeping baby into the car seat.
The entire drive he was silent, glancing at the window every now and then at the sleeping baby in the back seat. He soon pulled up to his destination noticing the lights inside the flower shop was on and his brother was walking around inside. With a shuddering sigh mateo got out the car grabbing the bag and detaching the car seat holding the handle, as he walked up to the door he couldn’t help but let out small choked sobs but he knew keeping her close to him was selfish.
Tiago noticed mateo before he knocked on the door, with a small sigh he wiped his hands on his apron before walking towards the door and opening it allowing his baby brother inside “what’s wrong? You look so sad?” Tiago questions as he noticed his niece in the car seat. Tiago grabbed the car seat before placing it on the front counter, smiling as the infant woke up “hello princess” Tiago whispered out in a low rumbling voice as he rocked the car seat softly.
“I can’t keep her..I just can’t.” Mateo said with a shaky tone, head down as he dropped the bag onto the floor. Tiago gazed at his brother with a shocked expression “what do you mean? If it’s money you know me and the others would absolutely-” Tiago started but stopped when mateo shook his head rapidly. Mateo gulped harshly, he couldn’t tell tiago the truth since he knew the guilt would eat his soul after he tells him the large request he has for him. Mateo looked up at his brother and forced a nervous yet jovial laugh “I..don’t want her. I only wanted one child, I thought I could be okay with two but I can’t. She’s way too much I mean no one told me girls cried so much” mateo tried to sound as cheerful and happy as he could letting out a laugh.
Tiago silently gazed at the girl who was awake yet silent as he rocked her, with a large sigh he glanced back at his brother his gaze hard and filled with a suppressed rage. “She’s not some toy, you can’t just return her to the hospital thinking you can get some kind or refund” Tiago said through gritted teeth.
“I know I know! That’s why..” mateo paused trying not to cry or break character “I want you to take care of her, as your own. Poppy would be better with you than some foster care system” he explained watching his brother’s eyes widen as he whipped his head back at the girl.
“Mateo! You can’t just spring this onto someone! My house isn’t baby proofed at all and I don’t have the things I need, not to mention I spent most of my day in the shop so I wouldn’t even have to-”
“Please! Tiago, I’m begging you!” Mateo snapped out, tears rolling down his face he gave tiago the saddest expression ever and Tiago finally understood. He scooped the girl into his arms cradling her close the sight making mateo smile though his heart was breaking “very well..would you like to say your farewells?” Tiago asked out holding his arms out for mateo to hold her but he shook his head with a smile “nah. It’s okay, thanks tiago! You’re the best take care of her okay? I’ll be checking up on you, can’t get rid of me yknow?” Mateo chimed out with a wide smile earning a deep chuckle from tiago “oh trust me I know..” he said as he got silent, there was a pause of silence from the both of them “mateo, if you ever need to talk you know I’m right here..zeke and Dante are also valid options, we are supposed to take care of each other” Tiago said lovingly.
Mateo hugged his brother “I’m okay, thank you so much for this..poppy needs someone like you and I feel like you need her too, take care of each other” he whispers out as he glanced as the girl who was babbling and smiling. Mateo kissed her cheek before turning to make his departure.
“Congratulations Tiago, you’re a dad now” mateo teased as he walked out of the shop and to his car where he got in and broke down sobbing. This was the only choice he had! He couldn’t get rid of his son and he couldn’t bare the thought of putting her up for adoption!
Mateo soon gave up all legal rights to poppy to tiago even going as far as letting him change the names of the birth certificate. Tiago adopted poppy and mateo raised indigo as an only child. Seeing poppy grow up was heartbreaking especially with how she would call him tío mateo into of Papa like she did with Tiago.
Before he knew it poppy was 14 and indigo was 16, his daughter was a smiling shining soul and his son was..a monster but despite this he still loved him. Seeing poppy thrive made mateo smile, he did the right thing. His girl was happy and healthy.
His sweet daughter won’t ever know the truth and mateo had to stomach that, he will take this secret to the grave she will never see him as her father and he had to force himself to be okay with that..for her.
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CALLIE & ANGEL — DAY TWENTY-NINE
location : night / post-game / swing
featuring : @dobits
ANGEL
"how's romi?" he asks, setting himself down in the swing. he passes her over the whiskey sour he'd been drinking, decides to keep jude's pint of beer for himself.
CALLIE
"thanks." she has no idea what it is, but takes a sip anyway. whiskey sour, nice. "uh, she's alright." callie hesitates a little, knowing he's friends with jude. "apparently she's done with jude's shit, so she's going to open herself up a bit more. unless he weasels his way out of it right now." eyes flicker to the firepit for a moment, hoping that's not the case. "i know it's just a game, but jude knew what he was doing."
ANGEL
his eyes follow her's, also interested in getting a little peek at what might be happening over there. "i wish i knew what he was doing. that was, like... insanely dumb of him." as much as he loves the guy, he chose to kiss the only girl in here that would for sure mug romi off. "i dunno, i feel like he'll be able to redeem himself though. he really does care about them."
CALLIE
shaking her head, she looks back at angel. "i hope he doesn't," she tells him, smile bittersweet. "it's been a day, how much can he really care about her if he was so quick to kiss jenny? romi's whole experience here has been with guys who either treat her like crap or don't put her first. it'd be nice to see her break the cycle for once."
ANGEL
long groaned sigh. "yeaaah, fuck. it's hard 'cause they do deserve better than that shit, but i think jude's capable of it. like, he just needs to be smarter. i know he can do it." hard fix. "who else is romi even thinking of? marcus? c'mon."
CALLIE
the fact that he genuinely believes that makes her smile. "yeah, you would think that," she snorts, taking a sip of her drink. "don't tell anyone," callie warns him, not wanting her words to go straight to jude, "but she mentioned zeke, stella, and dante. i think she's most interested in dante, although jenny being involved puts her a little off."
ANGEL
it's clear that anyone means most especially jude, so he nods his head in promise. "dante." that makes sense. he leans in, conspiratorial. "between you and me, jenny basically told me she was, like, settling for him which, y'know, not super shocking." not after that kiss between her and jude. "but," he tacks on, tone lowered more now, "dante, jenny, and char all hooked up in the dressing room last night. so, i dunno, i think dante's head is still all over the place."
CALLIE
his news about jenny settling for dante doesn't surprise her very much, unfortunately. the blonde dating a seemingly nice guy seemed a little too good to be true, especially considering her taste. "wait, what?" he says it so casually, callie almost misses the bomb he drops on her, eyes widening. "in the dressing room? all of them? charlene?" it entirely doesn't surprise her that jenny's name is thrown in there, and she doesn't know enough about dante to think otherwise, but she hadn't expected charlene to get thrown into the mix. "is she into jenny?" her face is the math meme, trying to make sense of everything. "they did kiss yesterday in the dressing room, but i didn't even think jenny liked women."
ANGEL
fingers drum against the pint glass, wonders if there was any other kinda way he could've worded that. eyes flit briefly toward the kitchen, then magnetize back to callie. "i -- well, i think she did come in trying to graft jenny. but she's been vibing off dante and..." head shrugs, infers charlene could probably tell a lost cause when she sees one. "it sounds like it was an in the moment thing for her... char likes you." he's not particularly happy to have to say it out loud, doesn't come packaged in the usual smile, but he's not gonna mince words. his laugh is dry. "they all do. you know that."
CALLIE
she does know that, at least somewhat, but it doesn't make it any easier when he's pointing it out, especially after the game. grimacing a little, callie runs her fingers through her hair. "i'm starting to pick up on that," she says wryly, though it's true all the same. "i feel like i've been three steps behind this entire time. i mean, i thought i gave a pretty shitty impression yesterday, and i'm not used to, like... having people interested. and i don't mean that in a self-deprecating way, but so far being here has been pretty straight-forward." she's not used to having options, she wants to say, but it sounds braggy when she says it like that. she doesn't particularly like it, because it means she'll have to be the bad guy eventually. "are you included in that they?" she thinks she knows that too, but she needs it to be spelled out for her.
ANGEL
now his chuckle is a little more genuine, definitely more filled with wonder. there’s a surprised wrinkle in between his brows. “seriously?” he refuses to believe she’s not used to having people interested in her. “there’s no way. maybe you stay three steps behind,” he teases, knee gently knocking against her’s. “it’s like i said, even when you’re in a little mood, you’re still adorable. of course they’re into you.” as for him, well, it feels like the most obvious answer of them all. had all but smuggled her away from her adoring fans. lower lip rolls inward and he bites down, nodding. “you know i am.”
CALLIE
"i mean, it's not like i've been in friendship couples this whole time," she snorts. some would argue liam was one, but she did genuinely like him. he was fun to kiss. "i just didn't expect it here, i guess. i was planning on being more closed off coming here, which probably didn't help. it's all a bit overwhelming," she admits, knowing it's probably not a turn-on or whatever to admit, but she's grown comfortable enough with angel to at least be honest about everything. callie offers him a small smile at his words, probably lackluster compared to the warmth that's spreading in her chest, freckled on her cheeks. "good." she doesn't even know what else to say at that, laughing despite herself. "i do really like charlene, but... right now i think it's just a friendship thing. stella, too."
ANGEL
“yeaah.” the history of callie’s couplings is a topic he’ll happily sidestep for awhile longer, but it’s hard to avoid when her sentiment provokes so many questions, so much curiosity about her. “right, the filter. but you feel like you’ve been pretty open with everybody, right? like, people you wanna partner with.” to him, it’s the more interesting thing than just being a hot commodity for the length of the show. it’s more valuable. he wishes he could be as cavalier as callie, who looks pleased but altogether cool. he’s fighting off a big grin, eyes crinkling at the edges. “good?” just wants to hear more of that. all excited nervousness aside, he feels increasingly at ease next to her. “how’d the kiss feel?”
CALLIE
"i've been trying." whether the bombshells think that's true or not remains to be seen, but she'd like to think she's been doing something right, if a few of them are interested in her. but it's a lot easier dealing with everyone here, considering the ghost of frankie still looms over her. she hadn't popped up on callie's head once during the game, which is refreshing, and she does her best to push her away now. it's a lot easier to do so when he's grinning like that, making her laugh. "which one?" her smile is coy, before shaking her head. "it was good, i won't lie. i was a little impressed. i don't love challenges like that when everyone's watching, but... it was good." she's grinning now too, she can't help herself. "any complaints?"
ANGEL
“stella’s,” he rolls his eyes with amiable sarcasm, shoulder leaning heavy into her’s. “impressed?” that makes him laugh, head tilted back. “you expected me to be shit?” nodding, her sentiment definitely resonates. “yeah, it’d be sick to kiss you without jude screaming shit in my ear.” a thumb sweeps the apple of her cheek, tucking baby hairs behind her ear before dropping away. “no complaints. it was good... well, maybe one small complaint.”
CALLIE
"i didn't know what to expect," she admits, laughing. "nobody here half-asses challenges, that's for sure." all of her kisses were good, she really can't complain. the mention of jude makes her eyes roll, a knee-jerk reaction at this point, even if he is touching her face. "what, could you taste stella's lip gloss?" callie asks dryly, meeting his eye curiously.
ANGEL
"yeah, no lie," he agrees, can't help but let his attention fade briefly to the firepit, mostly because he can see romi standing up now. her guess grabs him again, scoffs a wry laugh. "god. no. just felt short." shrugs, angel takes a long pull from the pint. "so i take it you're sleeping outside with romi tonight?"
CALLIE
"you think?" it didn't feel short to her, at least compared to the ones that came before, but her gaze flickers to his lips briefly and she can understand what he's getting at. talk about sleeping arrangements makes her grimace. "i did offer," she tells him, "but jude cut in before she could really say anything. so i don't know, i don't want to leave her alone outside." there's a bit of an apology in her tone, because it's not hard to get where he's going with this.
ANGEL
“no, yeah, i get that.” he’d do the same thing. frankly he doesn’t imagine jude staying inside if romi’s outside, but who knows what the hell those crazy kids are gonna do. “if you guys do stay out here, maybe i could crash on the other day bed or something.” he’s not sure if that’s against the rules, willing to challenge them either way. “we could talk across the way.”
CALLIE
she doesn't expect such a sincere offer, chest swelling when he mentions the other day bed. shaking her head, she opens her mouth to say something—but callie doesn't really know what to say, either. it's been a minute since she's been at a loss for words. so instead she grabs both their drinks and puts them down, so there's nothing between them when she takes his face in her hands and pulls him in for a slow kiss, crawling a little closer on her knees.
ANGEL
he's laughing a little at first, decidedly confused when she takes their drinks. is just about to ask when she turns back and tugs him into a kiss, a real kiss now, doesn't feel like anybody's watching or even really exists, the whole villa falling away 'til all that's left is his hammering heart. he hums into her mouth with some surprise before he meets her rhythm, slow and increasingly deep. both sets of fingers encircle her wrists at his jawline, slide down her forearms. their kiss stays steady, searching, as he pulls her into his lap.
CALLIE
kissing angel comes with a rush of adrenaline that she hadn't expected to feel, in this moment and during her time in casa. it should stress her out, honestly, and maybe it will later. but right now all she can do is sink into the kiss, hands lightly trailing down his neck to wrap around it, drawing him closer as she feels him pulling her onto his lap. without an audience this time around, they can take their time, fingers light in his hair as she gets used to being in his warmth, the softness of his lips. this time, she's not going to be the one to pull away first.
ANGEL
everything feels a lot more solid now, more tangible. his arms slung low around her hips keep her flush to him, for the first time feels like there's some entitlement to a moment between them, like they aren't just ships passing in the night. feels safe enough to press his forehead against her's to break the kiss, although his eyes are still hooded, their lips an inch apart. "yeah, that's how it shoulda been," he throws it back to his 'complaint', to the lack of eyes and public commentary. "nah, you gotta be with me tonight." a breathless chuckle, he slides his nose against her's.
CALLIE
she hums lightly when they eventually pull away, hands falling to his shoulders, feeling a little like she needs something to hold onto. it had been so easy to get lost in the kiss, no thoughts at all, but his voice brings her back to reality, a twisting in her stomach that feels more like anticipation than anxiety. callie can't help but laugh once, eyes fluttering shut as she revels in the closeness, before she pulls back enough to get a good look at his face, meeting his eye with a wry smile. "you're not sleeping outside," she shakes her head at him. not only is that crazy, but romi would definitely not appreciate it. "let me talk to her. for all i know, her and jude could be fine." she forces herself to look away to find romi, spying her over in the smoking area with seb. who knows what that could mean.
ANGEL
"i am if you are," he argues, shoulders shifting in a shrug under her touch. "romi can use all the support, right? and i don't even gotta talk." now he's just mostly being funny, bites into his grin. he follows her gaze, notices romi's change of scenery. "doesn't look good," angel notes, imagines they would probably be having makeup sex somewhere if they had managed to reach some kinda 'good'. "you should go touch base with them anyway." and he should probably track down jude, wherever he went. fingers reach up to brush through her hair, beckoning her attention again. "hey."
CALLIE
her eyes roll at him, lips pinching together to hold back a laugh. "i doubt she'd appreciate the support from you." she doesn't even know if they've even talked, but it's starting to seem like angel is jude's closest friend here—a fact in itself that should give her the ick, but somehow doesn't. "yeah," she sighs, not really in the mood to move from this spot right now. angel's lap, but also the little bubble they've found themselves in, away from drama and other people's opinions. once they leave it, the reality of what she's doing will probably start to set in, when she has to explain it to everyone who asks. his voice pulls her out of her own head, dark eyes glancing back to meet his.
ANGEL
he sucks his teeth regretfully, wanting to argue that, too. him and romi are socal people, they can always find common ground, right? callie's probably right though, imagines romi wouldn't want him there on principle. if not for the fact that he's jude's bestie, then for the fact that he's grafting callie. whatever, it's a problem for later. callie's eyes on him produces an automatic smile, pulls gentle at the corners of his mouth. he presses it to her's, a chaste, but lingering kiss. "what you thinkin' about?"
CALLIE
there's something so tender about the way he's looking at her that callie doesn't know what to do with it. she can't remember the last time she's felt so seen, and his question doesn't help, reminding her of what he had said this morning about the way she tends to look like she's holding something back. and what had she said back to that? no bullshit. "how i don't want to get up," she admits with a laugh, eyes bright. it feels sort of impossible to look at him and not smile. "are you used to all the drama yet?"
ANGEL
"i wasn't actually gonna let you anyway. was just being nice," he grins sardonically. more than anything, he just wants to extend this as much as possible, but not for any wariness about the future. if anything, he feels increasingly optimistic, can't imagine there would be any possible bad consequences to what they're doing right now. "no," he admits, chuckling dryly. "i don't think i ever will be. it kinda sucks, huh? like, it'd just be cool if everybody could be happy all at the same time."
CALLIE
his comment makes her laugh, hands sliding to rest on his shoulder blades, casually exploring the muscles she's admired during their time in the pool. "yeah, it does," she nods, thumbs drawing light circles on his back. "i wish i could say it gets easier, but..." it doesn't. she admires the optimism though, even if it feels more idealistic than anything. "it's like you've never even seen the show," she drawls. though it does make her realize she doesn't even know how much of the season he's seen; callie has to assume he's seen it all.
ANGEL
chin is tipped up a bit as his eyes flicker over her features, the little button of her nose, the way her smile curves all girlish. between that and her sentiment, angel has to chuckle in wonder. “— i haven’t. have i not told you?” one hand comes off her waist to shrug, then sweeps the curtain of her hair over her shoulder. “juno would send me, like, youtube clips and shit and i watched a couple episodes from the beginning. i know stuff, but…” he shakes his head. “it’s not the same as being here anyway. but i also feel like… i dunno, how much drama could we be in?” optimistic to the point of ignorant. his arms drop around her waist again, squeezes her in. “the bombshells are chill, they’re the homies. they’re not gonna be, like, pissed at me or anything. they get it.”
CALLIE
eyebrows raise thoughtfully, before it really sinks in. "wait, seriously?" she had just assumed that all the bombshells here would already know the intricacy of the main relationships and friendships here, or whatever the edit deemed worthy. having been a bombshell herself, she can't imagine going into the show without as much information as possible, head shaking in wonder. "how much have you seen about me?" she has to ask, unable to hold back a laugh. she hadn't even been in the first couple episodes. "does your sister watch, then? is that how you ended up on the show?" she hadn't even been thinking about drama for them, her mind still on romi, but he says that and her mind immediately goes to frankie, who she's realizing he must not know much about. it makes it a little more nerve-wrecking, like he doesn't know what he's getting himself into, but she's not ruining this moment with reality. "oh, i'm sure they'll be fine," she snorts, doubtful that anyone will care that much. seb might give her some shit, but let him. "i'm just thinking about romi. tomorrow watch it be about seb and rhys. it's always something."
ANGEL
“umm,” he lets his gaze lift up, searching his mind. when he was binging bits of content, callie had just been a hot surfing australian, hadn’t been able to get a real sense of who she was aside from just a face on a screen, same as everyone else. “not a lot, just little moments. your entrance, kenny kissing you and then dylan, or something. then you and frankie, like, in the shower, sleeping on the terrace.” he tries to recount the blips, finds the details have definitely gone fuzzy. “you can fill in the gaps,” angel suggests earnestly with a curious tilt of his head. “i wanna know the details, y’know. like, with context.” fair to presume the edits probably butcher the reality of all she’s experienced in here. head nods in confirmation. “yeah, she’s into it. definitely a seed she planted in my head.” mouth stretches into a smile when she agrees, glad that they can place themselves firmly out of the drama. only have to deal with it in the periphery, on their friends’ behalf. “but romi’s shit really sucks. i know they probably think jude’s just gonna ricochet into jenny or whatever, but i’m telling you, this is really gonna mess him up, if they really do call it quits. i think he assumed they were, like, stronger than that.” it’s a difficult line to toe, wanting to defend his bestie, but staying sympathetic to romi. “i mean, seb and rhys are… i don’t even know what the hell they’re thinking.” his gaze pulls away from her to find either of the guys faces. “i can’t tell if they’re playing a game with each other or what.”
CALLIE
a grin breaks out on her features at the mention of kenny, a moment from being on the show that she had conveniently forgotten about for a minute there. between that and hearing about her and frankie in the shower she groans, moving a hand to rest on her cheek in slight embarrassment, nose wrinkling. "oh, good," she laughs, tone dry, "so the important stuff." god only knows how she's seen on the show, the surfer who immediately jumped in frankie's pants as soon as she arrived. "god, i wouldn't even know where to start, but sure. do you think your whole family's watching?" it's hard not to think about whether they'd approve of them in this situation right now, considering how much they had talked about family earlier today. leaning down, callie grabs their previously discarded drinks and offers angel his, needing a sip of her own if he's going to continue to talk about jude. "well, who knows. but if he wants to get back in romi's good graces, he could start with cutting jenny off entirely." which makes her feel a little bad to say for jenny's sake, but it's a hard truth. her eyes roll lightly, glad they're on the same page about seb and rhys. "yeah, i don't know. i don't think they know what they're doing, either." she'd say more, but her eyes flit over him for a moment, studying him. "is something going on with you and seb?" mostly because she doesn't want to complain about him if there is, but also considering she's still in his lap, it might be nice to know.
ANGEL
“you seemed like you were having fun,” he laughs with her, shoulder rolling in a shrug. the clips of callie getting cozy with her partners wouldn’t prove as interesting of an edit as dejan antagonizing romi or the jenny/josh/naomi fiasco, details he could remember more easily. “don’t trip on it,” he insists, doesn’t want to confirm that, yeah, his family is almost definitely watching. if they start becoming too conscious of that, they’re gonna get all fucked up on it. the drink is happily accepted, could use a hit of whiskey to cool out after the whirlwind of the last hour. “man, i know,” angel agrees solemnly, was thinking the same thing. knows it’s probably the part jude’s gonna have trouble with. “we’ll see. if he’s not all in on romi, i’m not sticking my nose in it.” it’s only gonna work if jude decides to cut jenny off on his own, angel’s been in enough relationships to know that when you start making rules for your significant other, you’re already doomed. he blinks in mild surprise at the question, though decidedly amused by how upfront she’s being. he takes a moment to consider. “there was vibes, for sure,” he admits. after a beat, a shake of his head. “the him and rhys thing kinda put me off from the jump. i didn’t really get the vibe he was looking for a relationship. or, like… not my kinda relationship anyway.”
CALLIE
she can't stop thinking about how the shower scene must've looked on the cameras, something she very much had not been thinking about in the moment. "oh, yeah. i'm sure," she snorts, sure she's turning a little red. her hand presses on her cheek as if to stop it. "don't trip on it? so that's a yes," callie smirks, but she's not surprised. "don't worry, it's easy to ignore after a while." clearly, after making out with frankie in the shower, knowing good and well her grandparents are watching at home. "are you and jude close, then?" it seems obvious, but she doesn't know much about the dynamics between the bombshells, not really bothering to pay much attention to it so far. if she tried to keep up with all the new and broken friendships in the villa, callie would probably go mad. she can understand why seb's relationship with rhys would've put him off, choosing to hear the past tense of it all as reason to believe it's no longer a thing. "yeah, that's fair," she nods. "i was talking to stella about that, too, because i know she was interested in him. i think their mindset is that both of them want to bring someone back for the game of it all, and then probably get together afterwards? but i don't know," she shrugs. "i just don't want to see anyone get hurt." and that includes rhys and sometimes seb.
ANGEL
thumb and forefinger gently pinch the apple of her cheek, admiring of the blush that thankfully he's not mirroring for once. "-- your grandparents don't watch, right?" there's a please say they don't watch look in his eyes, suddenly acutely aware of her proximity in his lap. instead of dwelling on the panic of that, he takes a centering gulp of his drink, lets his other hand trail absently down her spine. "closer than you and jude," angel quips with a cheeky smirk, finds it funny to point out the distaste she has for him. "yeah, he's my boy for sure. we've just always been able to talk, y'know? gotta have somebody to vent it all out to. i guess romi's that for you, huh?" a pause, there's a knowingness in his tone when he tacks on, "not naomi anymore." information he'd been given by the brunette herself only today. the statement reads more like a question. "i feel like stel's totally given up on seb," he supplies. "which, i dunno, i feel like maybe if him and rhys were just upfront with everybody - especially themselves - it'd be better. like, if they friend-coupled with other people so they could go back and be with each other? there's somethin' romantic about that."
CALLIE
her nose wrinkles at him when he pinches her, hand dropping from her cheek to rest on his thigh. "suuuure," she drags the word out, in a tone that very much implies her word can't be trusted. at this point, she's made peace with everyone in her life watching her actions: dad, grandparents, friends, exes. it doesn't make her more cautious than she should be, but it definitely has her thinking twice about recording a sex tape for the show to own forever. her eyes roll when he brings up her and jude, pushing him lightly in the chest. "are you close with all the other bombshells?" she nods at his question about romi, though naomi makes her pause. is that what she had told him, that they weren't friends anymore? crikey, all callie had wanted was another apology, but maybe that's too much to ask for from naomi. blinking away her thoughts, she shakes her head. "if that's what she's telling you," callie says vaguely, really not in the mood to talk about her. it was only a matter of time before she came up, seeing how quickly they've become friends, apparently. "yeah, she has." stella had basically told her as much. "they also could, y'know, just go back alone for each other. it's not like they need to bring someone back. they're just thinking about the game of it." and it's clear from her tone she doesn't approve.
ANGEL
god, it better be easy to ignore after awhile, can imagine the thought'll pop up in his head like a cold sweat at the most inopportune time. he'll just count himself lucky that her brother isn't currently living in the same villa on top of that. "mhm," angel answers easily. "i usually chill with jude and char the most. me and dante are gym bros. zeke's a good chat even though i get kinda distracted by that mug. oh, and stel wants to go to mexico with me after this." musing smile follows that bit, hadn't exactly realized he was tight with all of 'em 'til he listed it out. callie's pause lasts a fleeting moment, but anybody could probably see the train of thought steamrolling through her head. "she says you guys aren't really talking right now," he corrects. "she's not exactly, like, jane here's-what-i'm-thinkin'." not entirely true, he thinks naomi's gone into some detail with him about certain things, but it seems obvious that she's not the kind of person to go into depth about the stuff she feels particularly vulnerable about. he'd imagine callie rates high on that scale. "it's kind of funny," angel decides, snorting at the thought of rhys and seb playing these little games with each other. "like, they really do deserve each other. it's a good match. just... y'know, sucks for the bombshells."
CALLIE
his expression makes her laugh, tapping his chin lightly. "it's fine," she assures him. "they know what we signed up for. if they're still watching by now, it's on them." callie can already hear her grandma's lecture about her shower stint in her head. now that she knows it was aired on the show (which she really hadn't thought they'd do, but maybe she was just being optimistic), she's going to be a little more careful about what and where she does out in the open. "so all of them," she grins, thinking it's nice they all get along. if only her islanders were the same way, although they've known each other a lot longer, so maybe that's all it is. her smile fades a little as he continues talking about naomi, holding back a roll of her eyes. "she seems to tell you enough." with naomi not speaking to romi or callie today, it's hard not to watch her hang out with angel and not feel a bit replaced. "i don't want to talk about naomi," she tells him, knowing it's not exactly making her the open book she said she is, but talking about naomi means talking about frankie, and she's not ready for that presence to shape in their conversation. "yeah, i guess," she nods a bit, never really thinking about it like that. "it happened so suddenly, i'm still trying to process it. but rhys seems happy, so good for them. it does suck, though. i really like all of you." well with one exception, but she doesn't need to say it.
ANGEL
“it’s on them,” angel repeats, amused and incredulous. can’t help but roll his eyes. “so easy for you to say, you aren’t sticking it on somebody’s granddaughter.” with them watching, no less. but he’s playful, he’s breezy. angel leans his forehead heavily onto the top of her shoulder as he gets the sense there’s nothing he can say about naomi that callie won’t repeat back at him with vague distaste. “who else is she gonna tell?” he pulls back to watch her face, smiling with some levity. definitely isn’t connecting any dots back to frankie, though it probably wouldn’t change anything anyway. “no? i dunno, i got a big mouth. dunno when to stop talking. no idea how you’re gonna shut me up about it.” well, some ideas. head nods thoughtfully, more unwilling to broach the topic as it pertains to the reality of casa ending, of his new friends leaving, of him potentially leaving. “well, good news is there’s still time for somebody to go fuck their shit up,” breathless laugh at that, sardonic. “things have been moving fast, everybody figuring each other out and stuff.”
CALLIE
"what, like you don't have a grandmum? i'm pretty sure i was the one to stick it onto you, twice," she gives him a pointed look. with his head buried in her shoulder, callie's eyes are free to roll as they please, smirking as he pulls away. she'll take it as a rhetorical question, when the obvious choice feels obvious, and because she knows he probably means well. still, it does make her feel a little anxious, not know what else naomi has said about her to him. "you're an idiot," she shakes her head, amusement in her features as she leans forward as if she's going to kiss him again—only to pull away after their noses brush, smile smug. "everything moves so fast here, it's true." this time yesterday, she certainly hadn't expected something like this for herself, but for the first time in a few days, callie feels hopeful. "all we can really do is take it day by day, yeah?" she's not just talking about casa as a whole.
ANGEL
"oh, please, challenges don't count." unless you're jude, of course. "and it's totally not the same thing." after all, callie's a cool, interesting australian girl. angel's some fuckin' dude. now, though, he's mostly just arguing for arguments sake, too amused by trading attitude with her. there's a groan that vibrates lowly in his chest, taking as much proximity she lends him, his nose sliding against her's 'til he's left hanging with a pursed smile. "you're beautiful." even when she's teasing him. "but also somehow brutally slow," angel adds onto her sentiment with a wry chuckle. "like, breakfast feels like ages ago, doesn't it?" it's the same kinda feeling he gets with naomi or jude, too, like they're strangers, but not. as if they've lived a life in here already and he knows them so well because of it, but it's only been two days. weird. "yeah," he agrees with a short, relieved exhale. although he knows he's gonna walk away from this chat with a diving-board-sized spring in his step, there's the distinct understanding that pressure is gonna follow along shortly. "day by day sounds perfect. i just wanna keep comms open between us, y'know? i wanna keep talking to you. no bullshit, all that. that's what i know for sure."
CALLIE
"oh please, it's defo the same thing." she could bicker with him all night, if for no other reason than to run out the clock, until the time comes when they're hustled into bed. but thinking about bedtime reminds her that she needs to catch up with romi still, to figure out where she'll even be sleeping tonight. callie misses the days of her name on a bed, the finality of it all. her nose scrunches across at him from being called beautiful, paired with a shy smile to show just how awkward she is at taking compliments. "no, literally," she laughs, nodding. "the days go by so slow, and then suddenly everything's changed in a matter of, like, two days. it's crazy. i feel like i'm gonna leave the villa and all my friends will have aged five years." time definitely moves different here than it does in the real world, that's for sure. "no, for sure," she nods, grateful but not surprised they're on the same page. "that's all i want, too. and if that changes, you'll be the first to know." it makes her nervous that she doesn't see it changing in the near future, a tide turning in what she had thought would be smooth sailing. but right now she's feeling good, which is why she doesn't love what she has to do next. "alright," she sighs dramatically, gripping his shoulders as she turns her body to slide off his lap, fixing her dress once she's stood up. "i should go find romi. i'll let you know what happens, yeah?"
ANGEL
"defo not," he volleys automatically, a slight mimic of her accent. angel snorts, nodding, understands exactly what she means. "right? or we'll be aged five years." the mention of her friends makes him realize he knows nothing about them, just another detail to add to the list he needs to learn about her. feels like there'll never be enough time. the idea of this changing hasn't not occurred to angel, especially considering that this is only this as of, like, a few minutes ago, but hearing the words like fine print on callie's lips tightens his chest a bit, an involuntary kneejerk even he hadn't been expecting. still, he nods, genuinely pleased she agrees, that they're on the same page. "yeah," he matches her sigh, looking up at her with a crooked smirk once she's stood. "i should go make sure jude hasn't flung himself off the terrace... 'kay," he takes her hand as he heaves himself up, squeezes it before they start parting their separate ways, "i'll catch up with you in a bit. tell romi i'll, like, do all their dishes or something."
#one of these days im gonna get tired of transcribing discord shit#but today is not the day#callie & angel 004#callie & angel ;#callie ;
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karma;
❥ 16k words | nsfw | eren x fem!reader
❥ content - eren eats reader out,, eren also fucks reader ;)
❥ you don’t care much for eren’s fuckboy habits until he fucks over your friend, and you’re left to deal with the consequences. and eren’s left to deal with a revelation neither of you saw coming
this is based off the song karma by summer walker, so feel free to take a listen!
"i just don't get it— like how foul could you be? if he didn't like me that's all he had to say, not play me like i'm some dummy,"
"historia," you stopped her ramble with a sigh, lifting your hand up as a gesture to say 'stop'.
"i told you, you should've just got with me." ymir snorted, throwing her hand around historia's shoulder, the blonde pouting, her eyebrows furrowing.
you place a hand on historia's lower back and gave her a condescending look. "i told you that you shouldn't mess with him, i wasn't trying to be dramatic or anything when i said that— i know eren... i gave you a heads up and you ignored it."
historia rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. "i didn't ignore it, i just... thought it'd be different."
you scrunched your face up and pinched the bridge of your nose. "why exactly did you think it would be different?"
"instead of giving historia shit, _____," ymir emphasized your name, squinting her eyes at you. "why can't i just rock him? a good punch to the face is maybe just what he needs—"
"ymir, punching him will not solve anything. plus, i doubt historia wants you to punch him either."
"she can speak for herself, idiot. historia, my love, would you like me to knock eren out?"
historia sighed. "no, i don't want anyone to get knocked out. this is so confusing... and not to interfere with your friendship or anything but how can you just go hang out with him right after?"
you looked down at historia, removing your hand from her back and giving her a raise of your eyebrow, looking forward to wear the three of you were headed. you were going to hang out with eren; he was your closest friend who you met in middle school, and now shared a dorm with. it was finally spring break, and as his bestfriend you were invited to spend some time with him and his family for the vacation. eren had you pack bags for the weekend and wanted you to meet him in the front of the building, so that's where your feet were taking you while you conversed with your friends you met on your way. "historia, i said i told you not to fuck with him, what happens between you and eren doesn't have anything to do with me." historia frowned at you and looked down at her crossed arms and you felt a small sense of guilt curdling in your stomach. "i'll talk to him though."
"right now? cause he's right there." ymir said using her head to tilt towards the benches once she pushed the large doors to the outside open. you looked up and ymir was right, from a distance was eren standing up next to a shag of blonde hair and two other people that you couldn't identify as they weren't facing you. almost on cue, eren looked up, head whipping to your figure and a small smirk creeped up on his face until his eyes landed on the two next to you, that smirk dissipating almost just as fast, and him quickly averting eye contact, mumbling something that caused the rest of his acquaintances to turn their heads around. you shook your head and patted historia's shoulder noticing she was glaring at eren, but not as hard as ymir.
"yes, now... uh, i'll catch you guys later." you said waving off to them. "don't worry too much about him historia." and with that you began walking off towards eren. you studied his appearance, hair lazily threw back into his signature messy bun while stray pieces shied away from it. he wore a simple grey sweatshirt with black sweatpants to complete the lazy look, white sneakers on his feet, and when you trailed your eyes back to his face a boyish smile was present.
"hey." eren said simply, arms stretched out to pull you into a warm hug that you reciprocated, your arms wrapping around his midsection as he snuggled you into him, resting his chin on the top of your head.
"hey, eren." you cheesed, pulling back to wave to the rest of the group. "eren's brother," you watched zeke chuckle from where he was seated. you used your finger to point to yelena after, "yelena, pieck and porco!"
"i'm assuming you know my name and you're just being a fool." zeke announced, making you giggle and place your hand on top of his blonde locks. although you didn't see the upperclassmen much, you had no problem remembering their names, especially zeke and pieck as you saw them the most.
"right, of course i know your name, zeke." you smiled. "but what's the gathering about eren?" you motioned to the clutter of people, looking towards eren who's eyes were already on you.
zeke was faster than eren, answering the question before him causing eren to narrow his eyes at his older brother. "eren, my favorite brother here wants to take my car to see his mom and my dad."
you laughed at his words, the enunciation on the last part of his sentence making eren's eye twitch. "first of all i'm your only brother." eren said, rolling his eyes.
"and you guys share the same dad." you grinned as zeke nodded his head at your clarification, another burst of laughter being let out by you and pieck who shook her head at zeke's antics.
"hi, _____, it's been a while since i've seen you." pieck said, waving her hand as well, her head laid down against the surface below her.
"hey, pieck," you slid down onto the bench taking a seat beside her, porco's hand snaking around her back instinctively. "yeah it has, but that's because you're a year above me." pieck chuckled and nodded her head.
"precisely..." she hummed, moving a strand of raven black hair out of her face, eyes trained in the direction ymir and historia walked off. "who were the girls giving eren the dirty eye?"
your eyes followed pieck's. "oh, historia... and ymir." of course, her out of everyone would notice that. you silently praised pieck for being so observant. you looked up at eren to see him avoiding your gaze, his bouncing left to right.
"what did eren do this time?" zeke asked you, propping his head up on his palm as if he was genuinely interested in the conversation, although you were sure it was just to make fun of eren. pieck gave a confused look, her eyebrows coming together as she glanced between the brothers and you.
"more like what did the girls do to eren." yelena said calmly, a bored expression present on her face, her arms crossed leaning forward on the table.
you averted your stare at eren and propped your arms up on the table like yelena. "well, the blonde girl likes eren and they were talking or something, and um... he was messing with some one else at the same time. she's not happy about that, even though i told her not to mess with him."
"so what i'm hearing is it's her fault for messing with him after you told her not to? lesson learned." yelena scoffed, her large eyes portraying a mocking sorrowful expression.
eren shifted uncomfortably at the new eyes on him, letting out an exasperated sigh. "listen,"
"eren, you really can't defend yourself here." zeke cut him off, eyes widening to poke at eren's expense.
"i didn't know she liked me!" eren blurted out, hands flying out from his sides.
"so your brother's a dumbass too?" porco snorted, eren glaring at him with a huff, crossing his arms back.
"pock—" pieck started, being cut off by eren's rising tone.
"i'm not kidding, i didn't know!"
"so you didn't know a girl who you fucked and kept texting you after had feelings for you?" your retort was quick, head inching forward as your eyes narrowed at eren as if he was dumb causing eren to glare at you too, his lips in a thin line at your statement before placing his hand out for zeke to place the keys in his hand.
"okay, whatever, let's go."
"someone's upset." pieck added before placing her hand on your shoulder. "bye, _____, see you at the club tonight?"
"club?" your ears perked. oh, the club. as well as vacation for spring break, majority of your first and second years decided to takeover a club not too far from campus before people left off for their families. you had already packed a dress for the event when you packed your bags last night alongside eren. the event had just slipped your mind. "oh, yeah, yeah. if eren still want's to go."
zeke slapped the keys in eren's hand, you getting up from the bench with a wave to the remaining three, going to stand beside eren. zeke stood up as well, bringing you into a suffocating hug, his beard grazing your forehead before pulling back with a pat to your shoulder. "well, see you. tell miss carla i said hello because eren won't."
you smiled at zeke before eren grabbed your hand with his free one, giving it a small tug. "don't worry, i will zeke."
with a small "c'mon," from eren, he began pulling you away, you trailing after the boy until the two of you reached zeke's parked car. "you really need to get your own car." you murmured to eren as he opened the back door for you to throw your bag in, alongside his, then the passengers side before walking around to the drivers.
"nah, zeke's is good for now." eren slid into the driver's seat, adjusting the chair before starting the car, giving you a one over to make sure you were comfortable, noticing the way your face shriveled up at the smell of the car. "smells like cigarretes?" he asked you, a small smile upturning on his face, his expression almost softening.
you turned your head towards him with a reciprocating smile at his observation. "yeah, but it's okay. your mom's house isn't too far anyways." eren pulled out of the parking lot, letting your last statement resonate in the air while he watched for cars behind him, hand on the back of the head of your seat, brows furrowed in concentration while you opened up your phone, scrolling through your socials. you noticed the party tonight was the talk of today, almost everyone of your mutuals on your feed talking about it. it didn't sound too bad, and you didn't mind going either, getting to see your friends was enjoyable. "so we're going to that party?"
eren's eyes shot to your face from the rear view mirror, lingering for a little before going back to the road ahead. "as long as you want too— i mean, i want to. why? you don't have something to wear? i thought we packed last night."
"dummy, i'm just confirming with you. i have something to wear, you literally watched me pick out my clothes."
eren stayed silent for a couple minutes while beginning to grin at you unconsciously. "yeah, i saw it, the dress. i was gonna say you could borrow one of my moms if you didn't have one." he joked, looking to you to watch you give him a raise of your brow and an upturn of your lip.
"you're such an idiot." you looked back down to your phone to switch apps. "who's gonna be there that i know? i know sasha will probably go, i haven't seen her lately."
"me." eren said matter of factly, not even looking your way for a reaction.
you rolled your eyes, hitting him on the shoulder lightly. "i'm serious."
"im serious too."
"eren!" you whined his name, his look fixing on you again at the sound of his name before shifting away just as quickly.
"you know, the usual... sasha will probably be there, armin probably wants to see annie or something... connie... maybe jean, or reiner or whatever."
"or whatever." you mocked eren, lowering your tone to try to get his voice spot on, causing him to slap your thigh hard, you yelping and dropping your phone to rub at the abused spot, your leer shooting daggers at eren. "i'm telling carla when we get there."
eren only laughed, bringing his hand back to your thigh and moving your hand to soothe the supple skin with a flitting rub while you pouted at him. "she'd hurt me if i hurt you."
"you did!" your voice raising slightly, hand moving his away but not before pinching the skin on top causing him to hiss.
"sorry." his hand returned to your hand sitting on your leg, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance while he studied your face just in case you had a negative reaction.
you let his palm linger, the feeling almost comforting, and... and what? you couldn't pinpoint it, but for the majority of the rest of the ride, his hand stayed until he had no choice but to remove it when steering. a sense of anxiousness was relieved when he did, but you couldn't figure out why.
彡
"go inside, i'll get our bags, my mom will be happy to see you." eren said, signaling to his front door with your hand, and you nodded walking to the small house. a sense of nostalgia was washed over you. you vaguely remembered coming over to eren's house so often and spending so much time with him, mikasa and armin. of course, mikasa being so busy with her own studies could only visit so much, but there were many times she came back to visit alongside you and eren, armin occasionally visiting as well although he had family to go back to as well. you and eren constantly did almost everything together, from indulging in video games he used to side eye you for wanting to play with him, to helping his mom in the kitchen with a grumble from eren, to getting into heated arguments and having to sit on the couch with carla since eren would kick you out of his room, only to be scolded by carla only minutes later. it was all enjoyable memories, even the arguments, and thank goodness to the closeness of the college to eren's old house. you were able to visit and relive those memories so often, a sense of warmth washing over you each and every time.
not only were you thankful for the proximity of carla's house, but you were thankful for her constant efforts to keep you and eren close. she was the one who suggested requesting a shared dorm, the one who constantly asked eren to bring you over, the one that never failed to ask about you every time she called eren. if you and eren ever lost your bond she'd be the first to know.
you walked up the steps, the door already unlocked as carla anticipated your arrival. as soon as you opened the door the significant scent of linen and apple flooded your nose, along with whatever she was cooking up. the mass of carla's dark hair was in your line of sight once you turned your head to the side, her body stood in front of the stove, and she whipped her own head around hazel eyes almost bulging out there head when she spotted your figure at the front door. "_____!" she exclaimed, immediately dropping the pan she was holding back onto the stove and rushing to you, embracing you in a loving hug. "my baby, i missed you so much! eren brought you!"
and eren, always on time stepped in behind you, his tall figure towering over you and his mom with two bags in his hand.
"and my real baby, oh i missed you both so much." carla pulled away giving you chaste kisses on side of your face, her long eyelashes fluttering against your skin as she cradled your jaw with her nimble fingers. her apron decorated around her waist smelled of fresh cooking, but her perfume lingered as well giving off a haze of peppermint.
she moved towards eren, her hands cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his cheek as well, moving her fingers to tug on his ear playfully before drifting down to his shoulder, patting his chest then pulling the bags out of his hand. "mom—" eren murmured, twisting his face at his mom's protectiveness as she dragged the bags out of his hand, going over to place them beside the staircase before coming back over, hands clasped in front of her guests.
"no, you just came, no need to try to put stuff away yet." carla said with a cheery smile, still elated at the arrival of the two of you. "i'm so glad you're here, i just finished cooking so let's all sit and eat before you try to do anything else." she began walking back towards the pan she left on the stove, head turned back with a knowing look at eren who would try to go put the bags upstairs. "come sit." and you and eren made your way to the round dining table, four seats present, yet only three would be filled.
"where's dad?" eren asked as he sat down, pulling the chair out for you first while you fiddled with your fingers, watching carla plate the lunch she prepared.
carla's movements slowed as she sat in thought for a couple seconds. "oh... he's at work, like always you know." eren looked down, nodding his head.
"so how's school going?" carla asked, heading over to place down a bowl. "chicken pasta salad, it's good, eat." she used her head to motion towards the food.
"it's going good, luckily i don't have that heavy of a workload like others, it's bearable, but of course still hard." you replied, as she brought over plates and cutlery, setting them down in front of eren and you, both of you immediately scooping some pasta onto your plates.
"and you, eren?"
"it's fine, mom."
"how about football? is that going good?"
"yeah, it's good too." you winced at eren's lack of effort in the conversation, hitting his elbow with your own, him giving you a confused expression before he placed his full fork in his mouth.
"zeke told me to tell you hi." you told carla as she came to sit in front of the two of you, plating her own food, eyes widening at the mention of zeke's name.
"really?"
"yeah."
"well then how's zeke doing too then?"
"i don't know, i don't see him much, eren could probably tell you." you gave eren the opportunity to talk, looking at him to cue him to say something while you took another forkful of the pasta.
"he's probably fine too, i don't see him much either." eren replied with a shrug of his shoulders, picking at his food, and you sighed.
"how's sharing a dorm going? i hope eren's not too much, i know he can be a ruckus."
"it's good too, he's a better roommate than i thought he'd be at first." you let out a small laugh, remembering eren's old antics, how messy his room used to be, the dark green of his walls and the miscellaneous decorations he used to have sprung around. you couldn't wait to go upstairs and check that out again. "he's still a little messy—"
"but she always nags me to clean up so that doesn't matter." eren cut you off before you could attempt to compliment him and you rolled your eyes.
"i wasn't gonna say anything bad. yeah he cleans up a little more now but i always have to pick up a sock or something. plus, i'm the one who has to clean up before someone comes to visit. like mikasa or armin or something." you chose not to mention the countless girls that'd come in and out too.
carla pursed her lips looking up at eren with a slightly disappointed look. "you always have to keep your workspace and your room clean, eren. especially in the presence of others, i didn't tell you that all the time for no reason."
"i know, i know, mom."
"no you don't because if you did you'd keep your area clean in respect for ______." carla placed more of her food in her mouth with a shake of her head before moving her failing ponytail to her back from her shoulder, then looking up at you. her doe eyes were just like eren's, he was the spitting image of her and it's one reason why you could never forget her face. "how's mikasa and armin?"
"they're good too, mikasa couldn't come this time, she has too much going on i guess— but she's fine!" a slight moment of worry crossed carla's face, eyebrows turning up and lips frowning as she twirled her fork in the food in front of her.
"hopefully she can come next time, tell her to relax. poor girl, always has so much on her plate. i remember when she used to be here she constantly had to do eren's chores for him, what a doll."
eren scratched his head, looking down at his almost empty plate. "i did work too, she didn't do everything for me."
carla ignored eren's add on."and armin?"
eren answered before you could. "he's good too."
"i hope so, he's such a sweet boy." carla hummed. "so how long are you guys staying? and how long's your break?"
"only a week, we'll be here for this weekend cause zeke is gonna need his car back." your plate was almost finished as well, fork scraping against the ceramic.
"yeah, but later today we're heading back up to go to a party." eren said nonchalantly, eyeing his fork as he spun it in his hand.
"i hope that's okay with you— if you don't want us to go we don't have to." you hastily added in consideration for carla, eren's green eyes narrowing at you with a small frown. he clearly wanted to have some fun tonight.
"no, no! that's perfectly fine, you'll be here for the whole weekend, i'll let you kids have your fun." carla smiled. "i'm just glad you came earlier than waiting until after the party cause i know you'll get back late and i'll probably be sleeping. who's birthday is it?"
"it's not a birthday." eren stuffed the last of his food in his mouth, chewing before continuing. "just a spring break party before everyone goes home."
"oh? so that's what you do in college nowadays?" carla laughed, peering at eren's plate, content that he finished his food. you joined her in laughing, ushering yourself to finish up as well, knowing eren might get impatient with your pace at eating.
"i guess. there are parties all the time. but how have you been?"
carla beamed at your asking. "i'm good! nothing much, i wait for grisha to come home, although i'm usually just here alone. i have my hobbies though, i'm fine. i've been trying to make friends with the neighbors too, they have some younger kids that are enjoyable." as you listened to carla you finished your food as well, her getting up to gather the empty plates and take them to the sink. "thank you for asking, _____. eren, honey can you put the top on the pasta and put it in the fridge? i'll make dinner later just in case you want something else when you get home tonight."
eren pushed his seat back, standing up to do as his mom said, wandering towards the fridge. "that's fine, we should just give you a break, we'll eat the pasta again when we get back, you can just relax, right eren?" you said, watching carla and eren maneuver around the kitchen while you got up to wash your hands at the sink beside carla.
"yeah that's cool too. you don't have to cook mom."
carla pouted endearingly at the two of you with an "awe," leaving her lips. "the two of you are so sweet. i'll clean up, you can go upstairs now." and with that you and eren left her to her own devices, eren grabbing the bags at the stairs and almost pushing you up the stairs.
"that was good, i'm full." you sighed, as you walked beside eren down the hall until he opened the door to his old room. the walls were still a muddy green, a decision you're sure he probably regret now. miscellaneous posters decorated his wall, an oak desk sat idle in the corner of his room beside a collection of simple books. his bed was made, navy comforter sprawled out on the bed and plump pillows sitting pretty. his bed was big enough for the two of you to share, but carla always asked if you wanted to sleep in mikasa's room when you came. you always declined. "look at your certificates." you pointed to the certificates framed on the wall as eren set the bags down on the floor beside his desk.
"shut up." eren grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards his bed until you collapsed onto it beside him. “'m tired." he groaned, his face down into the cover below him, arm slumped over your waist where you laid. you were going to pester eren about his situation with historia, but you decided to leave him alone for the time being.
"you can take a nap before we leave."
eren turned his head to the side so his cheek was smushed against the bed instead, looking at your form, your head pointed towards the ceiling. "you wanna take one with me?"
you faced eren, giving him a stank face before poking his cheek. "just cause you're tired doesn't mean i am. i'll lay here though, i'll wake you up when we should start getting ready." you slipped your phone out of your pocket to check the time. "you have until like five thirty-ish. it's four."
eren squeezed your side, that same anxious feeling rising as he did so, pulling you a little closer, eyes shutting. "take a nap with me."
"no."
"c'mon."
"eren, i'm not tired." he opened his eyes again, piercing green blue hues staring at you head on. he removed his arm from around you, picking his head up and scooting up to his pillow, now facing away from you with a huff. "whatever, i'll wake you up later." he didn't respond, and around fifteen minutes after, once he was asleep you got up from the bed.
shuffling downstairs, you turned the corner to the living room, seeing carla seated on the couch watching tv. "hi, mrs. carla." you said lowly, her head turning back fast as usual, and simpering when she saw your face.
"you're okay?" her hand moved to find the remote, turning down the volume on the tv as you came to sit beside her. her soft hand found yours, grasping it. "enjoying the stay so far, right?"
"of course. eren's sleeping so i wanted to keep you some company."
"that's too sweet of you. he's doing fine too, right?"
"yeah, probably just tired from staying up all night. he was up pretty late yesterday." you reminisced on the small argument you had with eren just the previous night before, you pestering him about his reluctance to sleep, him making you irritable being on the phone with who knows in the dead of the night.
carla nods her head in understanding. "so tell me more about the party."
you look up to the ceiling in thought as she rubbed your knuckles. "well, eren wants to go more than me. i wouldn't have minded staying here if he wanted too, but i guess he wants to see some people."
'hm, are you going to see some people?" she wiggled her shoulders in a taunting manner, and you chuckled in response.
"nope, just gonna chill."
"well... don't get too drunk or anything. i want my babies safe...” she looked at you with large eyes, curiousity present on her face. “are you seeing someone?" she asked abruptly.
you were slightly caught off-guard by the question, but were a little glad carla felt so comfortable basking in your private life. "we won't, don't worry. but um, no i'm not."
"i see... is eren? anything he's not telling me?" you pondered, not wanting to tell too much about eren's own personal relationships despite it being his mom. i mean— would you want someone telling your mom about you breaking girls hearts? you decided to enlighten her a little bit, make her feel like she was somewhat apart of eren's romantic life.
"he doesn't tell me much either, to be honest. i guess he's just trying his luck with girls. he has no problem catching their attention anyways, so i don't think you have to worry much about that."
carla looked at you, an unreadable expression visible on her face through the small moment of silence. she let go of your hand, putting hers back in her lap. "i'm glad you know it too." she half joked, looking to her lap. "... trying his luck?"
you shrugged your shoulders, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable, letting your hand come up to scratch at your jaw. "something like that... i don't know, he's just doing his own thing."
carla's eyes darted back and forth between you and her legs, trying to find something to say, mouth opening and closing every time she thought she had came up with the right words. "_____, i really like you, and enjoy your presence you know. you're really great to eren, i appreciate that. i want you to keep looking out for him, i want the best for him. whatever he has going on, help him figure it out, be the best version of himself as possible."
your words were so vague but you felt like she saw right through them. her words were so vague and you had trouble deciphering them.
"... of course, yeah, i'm looking out for him, he's my bestfriend."
"yeah... that's also true." carla sighed, and you hope she didn't notice the confusion that crossed your face for a brief moment.
saving you from the slightly awkward silence, carla turned the volume up on the television, the two of you sitting and watching whatever was present on screen.
soon enough, eren's foot steps were heard, both you and carla turning your head to see eren standing at the bottom of the steps, and irritated tired look on his face. he rubbed at his eyes, moving away some of the stray hairs in his face before slapping his palm back down to his thigh.
"what are you doing?" his voice was rumbly and deep from sleep, tone impatient.
"talking to your mom?" your response was more of a question, carla patting your thigh for you to get up.
"its six thirteen."
"i left my phone upstairs with you, grumpy." you glanced to carla. "he's always like this when he wakes up."
"i can recall." a chuckle left her lips as she shooed you away. "the two of you can get ready."
so you followed eren back upstairs, toeing behind him until you got to his room. you scurried to get your attire and products from your bag, and with your belongings in hand, you went off to the bathroom to get ready and give eren his own privacy.
soon enough you were dressed and freshened up. your strapped blush silk dress adorned with ruches up the side hugged every curve of yours, while your hair sat pretty. you sighed in content, grabbing your perfume bottle and spritzing yourself, the smell of vanilla engulfing your senses. you looked at yourself in the mirror appreciating the way you looked, your lips glossed, and your earrings dangled just above your shoulders.
from the mirror view you could see eren come in behind you, his eyes trailing down your body from your reflection in the mirror. you didn't bother facing him, only stepping slightly to the side to take a look at him as well, a plain black shirt on his upper half, accompanied by black jeans as well, and some sneakers. his pendant hung in his hand, gold watch to match on his left wrist. of course, he never did much to his hair, as it was still pulled back in the same ponytail from before his nap.
"sit down on the toilet." eren side eyed you before sitting on the lid of the toilet, you coming up in front of him to pull the hair tie out of his hair. "your hair's a mess, and i'll put the necklace on."
surprisingly, no complaints from eren arose, he sat quiet as you carded your fingers through his brown locks, pulling his hair back into a neater bun, flyaways still decorating his face in a more purposeful manner. hair tickled the back of his hair as well, but you liked the messy look. you grabbed the pendant from his rough hands, unclasping the back before putting it around his neck, him leaning forward to give you a better angle while he stared down at your feet. "better."
eren looked over you from where he sat on the toilet seat, a calm face present. "aren't you gonna get cold? or your feet might hurt." he pointed to your white heels detailed with clear.
"i'll be fine," you dusted his shoulder before he stood up, once again towering over you, seemingly more intimidating now that he stood straight up. "i have a jacket that i'll put in the car."
you and eren made your way back downstairs, your jacket and phone now in hand, eren likewise. carla practically gasped at the sight of you two, her eyes growing like saucers at your attire. "you guys look so cute!" she came over, taking your hands into hers. "all grownup."
"mom..." eren exasperated, grabbing your wrist to pull you more towards the front door, away from carla.
"eren, it's okay," you pulled out of his grip, turning back towards her. "thank you so much."
carla smiled, heading towards eren. "and my handsome boy," she swiped at his shirt, making sure there were no dust particles on it much like you had did earlier, then tugging at the key pendant on his neck, straightening the necklace. "you guys be safe, i love you."
eren placed his hand over his mom's, moving it down from the chain and back into her own vicinity. "yeah, love you too." his hand made a 'come on' gesture, and with a tilt of his head, you were following him again. "let's go."
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"eren, wait." he didn't hear you, still making his way around the crowd of bodies, annoyance creeping up in your veins as you tried to keep up with him. "eren!" still, no response, only him still moving forward making you groan in annoyance. you rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time, and let them land on the bar next to you. "hitch!" you called out, her and the blonde next to her turning towards the sound of her name being called, who you soon recognized as annie.
hitch waved you over excitedly, almost bouncing in her seat at the sight of you. you made your way over, sitting beside her as she pulled you into a tight hug. "____, hey! didn't really think you'd be here."
"why not?" you hummed, bartender looking your way to see if you would hint that you wanted a drink.
"not sure, i just thought you'd be chilling in your room right about now. i was just telling annie about some boys, there's a lot of cute ones here if you want to get some."
"i'm good." you peered down at her drink, clear liquid detailed with greenery, a lime sitting on the side of the glass. "what are you drinking?"
"a mojito," hitch wiggled her eyebrows as she recalled the drink in a sing song voice. "wanna try it?" she pushed it towards your lips. you shrugged your shoulders sipping at her straw without a care. the drink stung a bit, your face twisting as you shook your head.
"i'll just get a martini. what's annie drinking?"
"dunno, probably water." hitch moved a piece of her hair behind her ear, glancing at the clear liquid in front of annie. "oh, yeah. like i was saying..." her voice trailed off to you as you began to talk to the bartender, ordering yourself a martini.
you sipped on your drink, only half listening to hitch. every time she tried to confirm that you were listening by going "right, _____?" you would nod your head even if you couldn't remember the last thing she said.
"_____, _____!" a familiar raspy voice was calling your name, pulling you out of your thoughts. you, hitch and annie once again looked towards the source of the sound, sasha's hand outstretched in your direction as she came forward, dragging along connie. "hey, you're here!"
you shot sasha a smile, putting down your drink and embracing her into a side hug, waving at connie as well. "hey, sash! yeah, how'd you know?"
"i went to go find connie so he could buy me a drink, and i saw eren and asked if you were here too. he said you didn't know where you were though, but what a coincidence." sasha made herself comfortable in the seat beside you, connie staying standing as there were no more seats to the left of sasha. "what's that?" she pulled your martini forward, putting it to her lips with no hesitance, beaming at the taste. "this, what's this?"
you laughed at sasha's antics, her presence making the event at hand all the more better, you missed hanging out with her, only having night classes with her the semester before. "it's a martini."
"yeah, connie, get me this!" connie let out a sigh and went to the other side of the bar where there was seating to comfortably order and wait for sasha’s drink. "he's so nice, i literally forgot my wallet, and that would've been so tragic if they had some good food here." sasha hummed, reluctantly pushing your drink back over in front of you. "how long have you been here?"
"not for long," you responded, taking another sip of your drink. "maybe like thirty minutes or so, eren left me like as soon as we got here so i've just been sitting with hitch and annie." you gestured to the girls beside you, hitch engaging annie in more conversation who almost forcibly listened, seeming to care less, although hitch told her anyways, getting the occasional nod from the blonde.
"oh, i've been here for like an hour now, i met this really cute boy. i don't know his name but he's blonde, and cute, like really cute." she clasped her hands together at the thought of the boy. "i danced with him, he was so nice, i need to find him again tonight." when connie returned with her drink she thanked him profusely, hugging his arm dramatically before letting him go so he could return to his other friends, waving off to you once more.
"well, find out his name maybe."
"i had it, i just forgot!" she pondered. "i think it started with an m, or an n or something, i don't know." you laughed again, taking another drink of the beverage in front of you ice basically being left in the glass, sasha beginning to drink hers as well. "you should come out to the floor and dance, it's literally so fun. plus, everyone else would probably wanna see you. historia is here! jean is too, and like— some other people."
"are you gonna finish your drink first?" you had no problem going out to dance, although you rather just watch from the outside.
"i'll take it with me. is that a yes? c'mon!" sasha exclaimed, picking her drink off the table and pulling you from your seat. you and sasha made your way through the surplus of bodies until you felt the surface under your heels change. you didn't see anyone you knew but you were sure sasha did as she perked up then looking back at you. "there's the boy, look!" you followed her direction of sight a boy with a middle part, blonde strands flopping at the sides of his forehead. he was cute for sasha, and the joy that glowed on her face made you smile.
you truly did miss her, and the excitement she brought into your own life, coercing you to go out to eat with her, begging to come over after classes despite it being night, and pushing you to attend parties and events.
"can i go over to him?" sasha begged, tightening her hold on your arm before making puppy dog eyes. "look," and with her finger she pointed towards a connie, him speaking while moving back and forth to the song playing loudly, music filling your ears. "connie is over there, i'll take you over." you sighed but couldn't help but cast a smile at her, her hickory ponytail bouncing as she took you over to connie.
connie was in the midst of talking to jean, who you recognized right off the bat, his ash brown hair scaping his neck, eyebrows lifting when he saw you approach with your friend. "connie— and jean, hey, jean. look who's here." connie glanced at you, then to sasha.
"i saw her earlier." he said, pausing from talking, his movements slowing. "but, hey again, _____." connie punched your shoulder lightly in a joking manner.
"well, i didn't," jean's hand rested on his chest as he spoke before pulling you into a hug moving the drink in his hand to the side as he did so, cheesing at you. "hey, _____. when did you get here?"
"when eren got here, if you've seen him."
jean's smile disappeared, an "oh," leaving his mouth blankly. "you look nice. how's everything?"
you stepped forward, closer to jean and connie as sasha left your side to go talk to the mystery boy. you grinned at the compliment, showing your appreciation. "thanks... i'm good, how about you?" you only really heard about jean through eren and sasha, also seeing him around campus more often than not. he was good company for the times you've been around him, but you and mikasa had to constantly get him out of scuffles with eren although they were pretty good friends.
"good, that's good. i'm good too. you're just now getting on the floor?"
"yeah, thanks to sasha. why? you wanna dance with me or something?" you joked, nudging jean's shoulder, earning a small laugh from connie as well that you could barely hear.
"jean you better watch it, this my girl." connie interrupted playfully, snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you closer in spite of jean. jean glared at connie before letting his drink run down his throat again, adam's apple bobbing.
"yeah, yeah, _____, wanna dance?" you complied, connie letting go of you and off to do his own thing as you came more up to jean, moving side to side with him as you mouthed the lyrics to the song. you relished in your movements, being able to loosen up and just dance, jean fluently following your movements as well, frequently mumbling the lyrics he knew. when granted you turned around letting your back hit jean's chest, his lip upturning as he looked down at you, watching you do your own thing. his free hand came down to your side to hold you in place as you danced, feeling the song playing. he studied your face from what he could see, noticing how carefree and relaxed you look. "looks like you needed a night out." he said loudly so you could hear.
"i guess. it's just nice to be able to see all of you at once, just letting myself live a little, especially since i don't get out a lot."
"you really don't. you should talk to sash more, have her bring you to some more parties or something like you used to always come to."
you bent over slightly, only so that you were no longer pressed flush against jean, letting your rear grind against him a bit. "you miss me? you can invite me out too you know, just depends if i'm feeling it that day or not."
"so you're asking me to text you more?" jean took your movements lightly, hand still resting at your side, his own body surprisingly cool albeit your actions, continuing to drink the beverage at hand.
you snorted picking yourself back up and adjusting your dress, swaying your hips once more. "jean kirschstein; always a flirt." jean and you both laughed, and he tapped your hip before gesturing towards the bar.
"you know it— but, i'm gonna get a refill, you enjoy yourself." jean began walking away, pep in his step and you chuckled to yourself, standing around until you took it upon yourself to find someone else you knew.
you walked slowly, looking for a familiar face, sasha almost nowhere to be found. you contemplated going back to the bar to sit down with hitch and annie again, or go converse with jean again, but you spotted armin wandering around almost aimlessly in the crowd as well, your face lighting up at the sight. "armin!" you called out, and thank goodness for his sharp ears, the blonde turning around almost immediately at the sound of his name. his smile was large and he came over,
"______!"
you brought armin into a side hug, a funny look on your face. "armin, hey. you looking for someone?" you asked, referring to his walking around just seconds before you called for him. the blonde scratched the back of his neck, nodding his head with a nervous laugh. "yeah, um... annie, i was looking for annie." your mouth dropped into an 'o', eyebrows lifting up in surprise. you remember eren foreshadowing that armin would be there for annie, and it made you giggle.
"annie?" you smirked, watching his eyes dart around the club, avoiding your eyes. "well, i think she's at the bar talking to hitch. want me to come with?" you weren't planning on grabbing another drink, as you could already feel some of the alcohol buzzing through, but you of course weren't drunk, and you needed it to stay that way.
you felt a hard slap of a hand on your shoulder, whipping your head back to see sasha all bugged eye standing behind you, a concerned expression crossing your face. armin, noticing the drift of your attention gave a curt nod. "no, it's fine, i'll find her." then walking off in the direction of the small bar.
"_____, guess what, guess what!" sasha exclaimed, turning you around by your shoulder, her cheeks high from smiling hard, face flushed from the countless drinks you assumed she must've had since you saw her, another one present in her hand as you spoke. you could only wonder who bought her it.
"hi, yes sash, what's up?"
"the guy— he's literally so cute, and guess what!" she repeated, eager to have you try to guess her next statement.
"um what? you got his number?"
she profusely shook her head, bangs whipping back and forth as she stabled herself on your shoulder, pulling down the dress she was wearing before leaning into your ear. "he can cook too, he told me he's a chef, i mean can you believe that? i don't even know if i want to take him home." she giggled before pulling away, eyes going up to the ceiling in thought. "i should probably get his number too, shouldn't i?"
"well if you're not gonna take him home then you should probably get that now."
"oh, no," her hand paused on your chest while she took a swig of the alcohol in hand. "i'm taking him home for sure, i just got to get the number too, he's so sweet!"
sasha's energy was a lot, her eyes darting around once more. "look, eren's coming over," she pointed with her drink behind you and you turned back to indeed see eren heading over to the two of you, his eyes pointed down at his feet as he watched his step around the excess bodies of sweaty people clashing around him, careful not to step on any feet. "i'm gonna go use the bathroom because i really have to pee, then i'm gonna get his number, ok?" sasha said, you saying an "okay," as she stumbled away to find the bathrooms.
just as she stepped away, eren stepped forward, him placing his hand on your lower back to push you more towards him and get you away from other people. "hey," he said in a louder tone for you to hear.
"hey." your feet moved with eren's as you noticed he was side stepping in an effort to dance less awkwardly, making you hold back a laugh.
"are you enjoying the party?"
"yeah, its nice. i've seen a lot of people so far."
eren peered down at you, eyeing you with another indecipherable look, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip and his eyes squinting slightly. he moved his hand to your side in effort to turn you around, leaning down to your ear. "enjoy yourself a little more, dance with me, i haven't seen you all night."
you looked at eren, his head near your ear causing the deviate hairs on the side of his head to tickle you. "i am... and that's your fault, you left me almost as soon as we got here."
eren ignored your last statement, pressing his palm to the dimples of your back. "lower." he droned, curiosity crossing his face as he wondered if you would comply or not, although he was just messing around.
"eren!" you slapped his arm, another foreign feeling coursing your skin as he tittered in your ear before pulling back.
"what? you're my bestfriend, i'm just messing, plus you'd be at like— my legs anyways." eren gave you a testing gaze, watching you lift a brow up at his slick words. with courage, you challenged eren, pushing back on him a little more, letting your backside brush against him in the slightest playfully. eren's hand stiffened on your side before he turned you back around.
"did you feel that in your legs?" you didn't think eren would take you seriously. you could play around with each other like that, and sometimes you did.
"woah, stop..." he let out a shaky laugh, it sounding more like a huff of breath. "uh, i'm gonna go head over for another drink... do you want one too? i'll pay." his voice came out almost in a pleading manner, but you shook your head brushing him off.
"it's cool, one of us has to stay sober— i wouldn't want you crashing zeke's car either, he'd kill you."
"whatever... but, you sure?"
"yes, i'm sure... i'm gonna go find somewhere to sit anyways, i'm kind of sick of standing."
"i told you your feet were gonna hurt."
"i didn't say they hurt, i said i was sick of standing, stupid. go get your drink." you pushed eren forward a little bit, him looking over you one more time before letting you go, heading in the direction of the same bar almost everyone you had encountered had sat at at least once today.
you wanted to find somewhere to sit, and it wasn't too hard, a broad seating area with small lounge couches and seating in the corner of the club, and sitting one of the couches was pieck, surveying the area, a peaceful expression on her face as she sat with porco. you mentally high fived yourself for spotting another one of your acquaintances, striding over, watching pieck's face practically glow at your arrival, porco not caring much. "pieck," you held your hands out, gesturing to the dark haired girl. "comes to a party, and lays down with porco for half of it."
"so you finally found me." was the first thing she said, intertwining one of her hands with yours and pulling you down to sit with her, laughing at you. "i was out there earlier, and now i'm drinking. pock here wouldn't even let me be out there for too long if i wanted too."
"and let those filthy hands touch you? damn right." he grumbled, arm swung around the back of the seat the three of you were seated on.
"see? pock; forever the life of the party." pieck mimics your earlier tone, using her hands to gesture out like you before the two of you burst into fits of laughter. "but, i saw you being the life of the party and dancing out there."
you scoffed. "barely, i danced with only a couple people, that's all."
"sasha, jean, eren." she leaned forward, bumping you with her hand that held her drink.
"why'd you say eren like that?"
pieck looked to porco, almost snorting at your obliviousness before looking back at you. "he was watching you when you were getting down with jean, then you kind of... got down with him too." her eyes got wide mockingly, before she giggled at her own words, downing some of her alcohol.
"barely," you said again. "i'm just friend's with both of them— and jean is just naturally flirty i guess. i'm just chilling, like you."
porco looked over at your last sentence, eyeing pieck with a muddled guise, her catching on before lightly rubbing his hand that sat on his thigh in security. "not chilling like that, pock, she means i'm just sitting around."
"i'm not stupid, i knew that."
another burst of short lived laughter from you and pieck, porco rolling his eyes at the two of your antics. "well eren and jean are over there now."
you glanced over at the direction of pieck's gaze, spotting eren seated beside armin and annie, and a new face you didn't even see all night, historia talking to eren with a black haired girl next to her, arms crossed. jean stood on the other side of them, leaning on the counter seeming to be listening intently. something seemed off about the conversation but eren seemed to be nonchalant about it so you didn't think twice. "so annie was still at the bar? i guess hitch left her." you said mostly to yourself, recalling when you told armin where the stoic girl was earlier that evening.
"yeah," pieck still heard you. "look at annie and armin," she used her drink to gesture towards the two.
"cute, almost makes me want to get in a relationship, surrounded by all these lovebirds." you said jokingly, specifically aiming your sentence to pieck and porco next to you, and not so much annie and armin as you weren't even sure if they dated.
"i could pluck a couple candidates for you."
"who?"
"i don't think you'd like my answer."
you shook your head at pieck, only letting the comment linger on your mind for a bit before letting your eyes wander back to historia and eren. they seemed to be having a heated conversation from the distance you were at, historia's drink in hand as she spoke to eren, her hands flailing at the same time while eren drank his own, seemingly half-listening. "was historia always here?"
pieck looked ahead to the bar as well. "i'm assuming you mean the blondie from this afternoon? i remember her, but i don't recall seeing her until probably just a couple minutes ago, why? you're gonna go over and say hi?"
"nah, she's a sweetheart though; she'd be happy to see me regardless, but, i think she might be a little annoyed with me because of what happened between her and eren. if i pass her later then yeah."
historia frowned as both her and you, despite your distance watched eren turn around to armin and jean, saying something that made jean burst out laughing and armin and the raven haired girl next to historia's jaw drop. what jean said after was inaudible from where you sat, but you could just see the words "eren," formed on armin's lip. your eyes widened as when eren turned back around historia's hand flew forward, drink wrapped around her fingers letting the contents inside of the cup spill forward onto eren's shirt, the red shade of the liquid seeping into it.
you gasped and pieck did too, her moving her hair out of her face to make sure the events that were splayed out were really happening. "oh my gosh," you muttered, standing up and taking long strides over to the bar.
armin's hand wrapped around eren's wrist, tugging him back before he could lose his temper on the small girl in front of him. "eren, leave it!" you could hear armin say, worry in his tone as eren shook out of his grip. but before he could do anything else in response you were in front of him, your eyebrows furrowed and your hands placed on the front of eren's shirt, avoiding the wet spots as you pushed him backwards a little.
"eren, hey, eren, stop!" you raised your voice slightly, his eyes still trained on historia who you stepped in front of, her stepping back, with the other girl, who you could now tell was mina, but you could only remember her so vaguely, hearing about her from eren more than seeing her more often than not.
eren looked down at you, his expression softening only a tad bit when he saw your own angered one as you tried to calm him down. you twisted your neck back to look at historia with a disappointed look, her looking almost surprised to see you here as well, as if she genuinely didn't know you'd be here. "historia..." you sighed more so to yourself before looking at eren's shirt again.
"_____, i can take him to the bathroom to help him." armin proposed, coming up beside you and examining eren's shirt as well. luckily because of the dark color it only looked like a water stain, but you knew it was irritating eren nonetheless.
"it's fine, i'll take him, thank you arm—"
"no, let's go, get your stuff." eren interrupted you, turning towards the barstool he was sitting on previously to grab his phone. his tone was low and domineering, almost telling you that yes, you were leaving right now, not that you had any complaints; you were already getting tired, hence why you took a seat with pieck.
"um, i left my stuff in the car, and i have my phone." you felt your chest to make sure your device was still tucked away, and it was, eren grabbing your upper arm and for the thousandth time that day, tugging you away. you could only look back with a sorry gaze at armin, noticing jean's still shocked expression, and realization dawning on historia's own face. you would have to shoot pieck a text later that night as well, as you could no longer see her as eren dragged you out the club.
once you took step outside the cold breeze hit your arm, but one of your arm's were still held captive so you couldn't rub your limbs to try and soothe the aching cold, getting annoyed by the way eren was pulling you along with him. "eren, let go." you pulled your arm back, and easier than you thought, your arm slipped out of his grip as the two of you reached the car. this time he didn't open the car door for you, both of you getting into your designated sides simultaneously, eren starting his brother's car again.
"what happened?" you asked almost immediately, eyes still looking down to the splotch of alcohol on his black top. you knew it would turn into a stain without the proper care of the material.
eren basically ignored you, looking over to your side once before beginning to drive off letting silence fall over the two of you. you huffed and looked out the window, resting your head on your palm and just letting eren's temper wash away with the car ride. you'd coerce him to tell you when the two of you got back to carla's house.
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eren unlocked the front door, letting you get inside first. all the lights were shut, his mom most likely sleeping, yet the two of you were still quiet.
eren almost immediately began stripping off his shirt, first starting by placing both of his keys on the counter, alongside his phone, while you placed your own belongings beside his. he took off his tee, pendant slapping against his chest once the shirt was off. you used your right foot to kick off your left heel and did the same with the reciprocating leg.
before he could toss his shirt onto the table chair you reached out, grabbing it and going to flip on the kitchen light, heading over to the sink. eren studied your movements slightly surprised by your immediate efforts to help him, which to him should be no shock; you were always willing to help eren, always one step ahead of him before he could make mistakes, always rushing after him before his mistakes as well.
he came over beside you as you studied the stain, your delicate hands stretching out the fabric to examine it further. "what was she drinking?"
eren looked up from his shirt to your face, you too concentrated on the shirt to notice. "how am i supposed to know?" you gave him a browbeaten stare, him shifting uncomfortably before speaking again. "i don't know... it was something red i think."
"i'm gonna hand wash it and put it in the dryer. next time you wash clothes you can wash it too." you murmured, turning on the sink water before drizzling dish soap onto the black material. eren watched you silently, almost in awe at your domestic movements, your hands moving faintly yet firmly when you scrubbed at his shirt. he decided to break the silence instead of continuing to watch you.
"... i was just talking to armin and jean, and then she came over with her friend."
you immediately scoffed, breathing air through your nose at his last words, not even looking back at eren. "her friend? you know her name eren, i know you do."
eren stared at his shoes, tapping his fingers against the counter he leaned against. "yeah, mina. well they came over, and she was just talking to me like normal—"
"eren." your tone was almost threatening— like a mothers warning. you were glad he finally felt the need to tell you about the events that your mind was pondering on, but the way he sounded like he was attempting to dumb down the story itched you wrong. eren could tell by the tone of your voice that you were slightly upset, and he decided not to push any further.
"well she started talking to me about everything, her and mina were like... interrogating me about the situation, how i... played them," the words felt almost foreign coming from eren's mouth. you could almost see him visibly cringing from the angle he was at beside you. "and then i said something that she took the wrong way, i said it to jean and armin, then she threw her drink at me." the more he talked the lower his voice got until it was merely above a whisper, almost as if the embarrassment was only just dawning on him.
you let the quiet simmer for a little longer, ringing out the fabric in your hand before rolling up the material and making your way to the laundry room, eren following behind like a lost puppy. you brushed your hand against the laundry room door, turning to eren for confirmation that it was the right room if you could remember, and he nodded his head. with a sigh you threw the garment into the dryer, setting it to dry for only twenty minutes then letting the dryer run.
eren once again let his eyes follow you as you stepped in front of him crossing your arms, your brows coming together creating a crease between them, and your eyes squinted at him. "so why'd you do it?"
no response, only emeralds darting around the room to avoid your own strong gaze. you weren't angry, no, as cliché as it is you were merely disappointed— maybe even irritated, and of course confused.
"hm? what'd you get out of hurting them?" you stepped closer, eren making no attempt to step back.
"... i dont know, i—"
"you don't know? you just doing this for fun? cause it's not fun for them, and it's not fun for me when random girls always come up to me, like historia; telling me about what you did." you pointed an accusing finger at his chest. "like, i just don't get it eren." your hand came up to your face as you pinched the bridge of your nose.
eren was almost at loss for words, only being able to listen to you speak, and only able to observe the array of motions that came and went on your face in a single minute, observe how you tapped your foot against the hardwood floor, or the way you tucked your lip between your teeth in frustration every time you took a pause in telling him off.
"eren... i'm not saying she was right for throwing that drink on you, because she's not, but you," another brief pause, and your eyes meeting eren’s, a sympathetic look on them. okay, yeah you weren't mad, you just wanted to know what was going on through eren's head. "you can't keep just doing them girls like that, thinking that nobody's gonna bite back."
"______, i'm sorry..." he didn't want you to be disappointed, he didn't want you to be upset with him. it was some kind of heavy guilt that turned his stomach. he took it upon himself to grab one of your hands, and surprisingly you didn't pull away, his fingers rubbing your knuckles in an attempt to soothe your nerves. "'m sorry,"
"eren, you're apologizing to the wrong person." eren genuinely didn't know what to say, he knew you weren't the person to apologize to but he wanted your forgiveness as well. you let go of his hand moving it to the key around his neck, fiddling with it between your fingers as a mere distraction. he watched your soft fingers move, and it gave him a sense of comfort and fidelity, a warmness in his chest.
"i know..." his tone was filled with culpability, and it made you feel bad despite the position he put your friend in.
"you know, your mom talked to me earlier." you unconsciously slid your hand up his chest to his shoulder. your touch, your touch was enticing to him whether you knew it or not. "she said she wanted me to help you out and help you be the best version of yourself as possible." your other hand went on your hip to steady yourself further, but eren pulled it away and brought it to his other shoulder, you giving them a squeeze that made his stomach flip. "so that's what i'm trying to do, because that's what she wants, and because i love you."
eren practically choked when the words left your lips. not that he's never heard it from you before, no, being his best friend for so long it was such a casual thing to say 'i love you', and it was actually repeated more often than not. but now, why did it feel any different now? "i love you too..." he said hesitantly, bringing his own hands to your forearms, massaging the skin much like he did your thigh the previous morning. "you're not mad right?"
"no, if you can do better for me i won't be." truth being, he'd do anything for you. you let your hands glide up until you were cupping his face, giving his cheek a playful pat to show you weren't mad at him, then coming back down to tug at his chain, like his mom did earlier. "c'mon, let's go get changed."
and it hit him— he was awestruck.
it all made sense, fleeting touches he would give you, the way he relished in your skin on his, wanting you to be in his presence— better yet in his arms. the way your own touch on his; like you putting his necklace on for him, or you fixing his hair, how he would look at you in awe as you did so, how it gave him a sense of calmness. you were always looking out for him, and he didn't realize he was looking out for you too, always a protective grip on you, pulling him along with you, watching you from afar when he had the chance, searching for you when you've been away for too long. and you, when you would check on him, fix his attire, fix his necklace, taking after what you've learned from his mom just showed the mutual bond the two of you had, but the longer the bond stayed cordial, the longer he longed for you more. so when your hand slipped from his necklace and you began to walk around him he couldn't help but whine your name lowly and tug you back towards him, abruptly spinning you back around and letting his hands hold your jaw as he pressed his lips against yours, not considering the impact of the action in that brief moment.
you were caught off guard, the feeling of his full lips on yours felt oddly good, but it wasn't right— no it wasn't right at all to you, but to eren it felt completely right, like you were made for him, his other hand pulling you closer by your waist, the silk material of your dress underneath his hand making him squeeze tighter as if his hand would slip away.
you tried pulling away, and eren could feel it, your reluctance and your hands trying to push him away, but just a little longer, a little more, a little bit more time for his lips to engulf yours, until you both had to pull back for air, your nails leaving crescent moons on his chest from your efforts to push him away from you. he heaved, a croak of your name coming out as you shook your head despite the feeling of the kiss you shared sending the butterflies in your stomach abroad. "eren, no... i can't, you‚"
"no," he was desperate, his voice having that same pleading tone from when he asked you to get a drink with him at the bar. "it's not like that, this is different!"
your eyebrows pointed upwards, something in you did want to believe him but you couldn't. but then again, what would make him want to do that? when did he ever start finding you appealing? was it the kiss just now that made you realize that this wasn't the eren you always tried to take care of? that this wasn't eren jaeger whos ears would get red when his mom would tug on them, or who convinced her to paint his walls an ugly green, or the eren that'd kick you out of his room? this was eren, who grew his hair out to his shoulders, who joined a sports team and gained abs that rippled under his shirt which you finally noticed, eren who would make small sexual innuendos that probably had more lying underneath it than you thought.
this was eren that kissed you, and you kind of wanted to kiss him back.
"i promise." his lips were flushed, much like his face, small wispy hairs from the bun that would never stay put for too long swimming around his face. his palm still lingered on your waist but his other hand was now gripping one of your wrists on his chest. he never knew how to keep his hands to his self, and that only increased now. you didn't even realize he was inching closer, practically begging for more contact. "my mom would kill me if i played you anyways."
and so you let his lips collide with yours again, your mouths moving in synchronization this time around. eren's hands fumbled for the laundry room light before he tapped your thigh signaling you to wrap your legs around his waist. you knew his intentions but you still obliged. he shut the door and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you to the kitchen light, doing the same as the previous room, him carrying you carefully in the dark, taking his time to get upstairs quietly with you in his arms until you both were in his room, him finally settling you down on the bed and turning on a dim lamp on his desk.
"shit," he mumbled watching you splay out in front of him, although your knees were touching as you laid back to hide yourself slightly while eren fumbled taking his shoes off. your dress was sliding up your thighs, and if you opened your legs you were sure eren would get a clear view of the cotton underwear you changed into that morning.
eren didn't want to be too hasty, he wanted to show you that this was gonna be about you and your pleasure, to show you that this wasn't another one of his flings and that you were important, you meant something to him but he just couldn't see it until now. so he towered over you, watching the way you bit your lip anxiously and it made his heart skip a beat, you were so cute, and he always knew so but the thought only audibly hit him now. he massaged your knees, one of his favorite soothing actions to do to you, until he slowly pulled them apart, feeling you tense up. "it's okay..."
so you moved along with him, and likewise, your dress slid up some more, eren pushing it up to your stomach, you lifting your hips to help him do so. he eyed you, making sure you were comfortable, and he couldn't help but lean down to kiss your lips once more, before pushing you further up the bed so he could lean over you. "you want this too, right?"
you nodded your head, letting out a shaky breath as his kisses trailed down your neck, eren using his arms to support himself as he leaned between your legs. you could feel the denim of his black jeans pressing up against you slightly and you clenched, your knees hitting eren's sides. "you gonna let me treat you right, make you feel good?" more kisses down your sternum, until they reached the cleavage of your breasts, eren looking up at you with those recognizable doe eyes, and you pulled his head back up, fingers brushing against his ears.
"yes, eren." his name, his name on your lips never sounded so nice.
eren turned his head sideways to kiss your palm before giving you a boyish smile then tugging at the straps of your dress. "want me to take this off?" he was so verbal, it made you feel so safe and secure. when you nodded your head he began to slowly pull the fabric off of you. he took his time, feeling every inch of your body, every curve beneath his hands, the softness of your flesh against his knuckles. he almost groaned out seeing your body almost bare in front of him. you were so pretty, it almost wasn't fair that it took him this much time to take action. "pretty." he spoke under his breath, but you heard it, and your hand slowly went to your mouth to hide your smile, your other one wrapping around your own waist to hide yourself, and eren caught on, moving your hands. "stop hiding, beautiful."
the compliments went right up your spine, your eyes fluttering as he skipped over your bra and let his kisses head down south, peppering your stomach in them. he let his fingers run up against your sides, eyes looking up to you for a second to make sure you were comfortable to where his hands and mouth were headed. eren's fingers dusted the waistband of your underwear, his teeth grazing the material as well before he pulled back, letting them snap against your skin, you hissing in response. "eren," you whined, feeling yourself grow even slicker from his onslaught.
"yes?" he said almost tauntingly. you could feel his hot breath over your lower abdomen, and you felt like you were being tickled. he decided to be a little slower, moving his hands to your thighs instead, rubbing at them, his fingers ghosting over your skin the closer he got to your heat, and when your mouth dropped open, the smallest moan came out of your mouth when he let his palm rest over you, he couldn't help but rut his length onto your thigh a little through his jeans.
when your legs spread more between him, he took it upon himself to go back down to the same position he was in, holding one of your legs apart by your knee while the other one attempted to pull your panties over your legs. eren was growing excited watching your hips lift up and your underwear fly across the room. his eyes were dark, hungry almost as he watched you try to close your legs again, but his hand was still holding them open as he stared at your glistening cunt. "damn," he breathed out shakily, jade eyes swapping between the view of your face staring at the ceiling in slight nervousness, and your pussy, sitting pretty in front of him, for him. "let me taste you."
you nodded your head almost too fast, and that urged eren on, him settling himself in between your legs. "you're so sexy," his thumb gave your clit a few test rubs watching your hips buck up slightly, and you could feel yourself pulse, aching for more contact, but eren was being painfully slow. he let his thumb drop down lower until it slide between your folds, gathering your slick on the digit, pride filling his body at how much coated his thumb. "you're so wet because of me." way to fill his ego. you rolled your eyes with a small chuckle that made him reciprocate, the childish smile returning on his face.
"stop..." you said, letting your hand fall to your stomach, the small moment of laughter making you a tad bit more comfortable. eren closed his eyes, pressing his tongue against your clit before flipping it and dragging it down to your entrance. before you could even buck your hips up his hand flew to your side, his fingers pressing into your skin, holding your hips in place, a whine leaving your lips that egged eren on. "fuck," the new sensation of his tongue on you, simply sitting on your hole had you wriggling underneath him. he opened his eyes to watch you, your head thrown back on your pillow, mouth agape your hand now kneading at your breast, bra pulled down around you waist, and eren couldn't help but smirk against your throbbing heat.
"you like that?" his lips moved against you and you visibly shuddered, causing eren to chuckle.
"yeah..."
eren pressed a kiss to your clit before finally letting his tongue slip into your hole, a small gasp eliciting from you as you felt yourself clench around the wet muscle. he audibly groaned, the way you tasted and felt around him making him tighten in his pants. he pushed his tongue in and out, relishing in each of your gasps and the moans you tried to hide. he pulled back for a brief moment, bringing his fingers up to spread your lips. "don't hold back, i wanna hear you." and he slid his tongue up your slit before sliding it back in, essentially tongue fucking you, your back arching as much as possible under his restraint.
"eren, fuck— more," you hissed. it felt almost teasing, you needed something bigger, something to fill you up and fuck you good, and the thought alone along with eren's tongue venturing inside of you made you even wetter, and eren could feel it, slurping at your juices. the vibrations made you yelp out, his grip on one side of your hips tightening while he readjusted his fingers in a v-shape to hold your lips apart.
eren gave you a small break, pulling back for a brief moment to let you calm down before gently sucking on your clit. he let his tongue sit on it then went back down, this time taking his index and sliding it into you, a drawled out moan leaving you. your eyes squeezed shut, and no— no, it still wasn't enough, but it felt so good.
eren smiled to himself, seeing you shaking in pleasure, knowing it was him doing so, and let his fingers do some work, kissing up your thighs then nibbling on the skin slightly, your other leg sliding up and down on the bed and your toes curling. he pecked kisses back down your thigh until his lips met your clit again, lapping at it lightly and letting the cold air hit it before pressing his open mouth against it and sucking, small hums of content leaving him.
"i can't," you could feel yourself throb as eren pumped his finger in and out of you, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside of you and you almost cried out, that familiar feeling of an overload of pleasure creeping up on you. "i'm gonna come," and god, did he want to feel you cream all on his mouth.
"gonna come for me?" eren added another finger, feeling you squeeze around him as he continued to thrust them into you, letting his lips come back to lick at your heat as he fingered you faster while his other hand trailed up and down your sides instead of holding them down. you let one of your hands come back down into eren's hair, finding a grip on the brown locks and pushing his head down further, eren humming in content, sucking harder for your pleasure.
"yes, eren, yes!" you blabbered, the heat in your lower abdomen twisting around as you grind against eren's face until your orgasm tumbled over you, your hips stuttering, back arching while eren slipped his fingers out, taking both of your thighs on either side of his head and helping you come down from your climax while he licked at you until you were back calm yet your breathing uneven.
eren pulled off of you with a pop, his eyes meeting yours, but you only looked for a split second before you let them go down to his lips, covered in your wetness, and he smiled, his tongue slipping over his top and bottom lip. "you taste good, that was good..." he climbed over top of you until his fingers were prodding at your lips, asking for entrance so he could have you taste yourself, and you complied, lips parting and his digits slipping in while your tongue swirled around them. he curved his fingers, pushing them further down your throat as far as possible before slipping them out and coming down to kiss you, the taste of you even more apparent as your mouths met. he slipped his tongue in, grabbing your jaw and kissing you fervently, tongues dancing together for a bit before he reluctantly pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours. "good job."
your hands made quick work of pulling off your bra completely despite the ache from keeping your legs apart while eren shifted backwards off the bed as you watched him unzip his jeans, pulling down his pants until he was left in grey boxers. he pulled those down too, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen without shame and you nearly drooled when he took it in his hand, rubbing up and down the length while coming back over to his bed. you grabbed eren's hand, trying to keep your eyes off of his length making him let out a low laugh. "you scared?" he joked as you brought him down next to you.
"shut up— no, i'm not." your hands moved to his chest pushing him down to his pillows but eren sat back up, placing his own hands over yours.
"woah, it's okay, you don't have to." he realized you wanted to suck him off, but he didn't want to make it about him tonight as to not give you any ideas that any of this was temporary. he wanted to take it easy and pleasure you like he just did, make you feel good, and make you cry out his name, not vice versa. "you lay down." eren flipped the two of you, until you were back underneath him, and he took it upon himself to rub your breast, letting his thumb and index twirl one of your nipples between his fingers. his mouth came in contact with your other boob, talented tongue going to work at your reciprocating nipple for a brief moment before pulling back. "i don't know if i have a condom."
you glance up at eren, a frown forming on your face. you knew he messed around a lot and that somewhat worried you. "you don't have condoms here or something?" your eyes darted around his room.
"it's my mom's house, no i don't have condoms." eren was growing impatient, precum visibly leaking out his tip so he took it upon himself to smooth it down his length while he thought. "i'm clean though, i swear." he added. "i haven't had sex in a couple weeks either." you gave eren a wary look. "i'm not lying."
with a roll of your eyes you nodded your head and shifted around, but eren stopped you halfway, hand pulling your hip back down to the bed. "nah, i want to see your face, gorgeous." just as fast as he slipped out of his alluring mood, he slipped back into it and your lip twitched as his hand ran down your side until it was back at your thigh, eren pulling your leg further from the other. he looked down to position himself in front of you, mouth in an 'o' shape at the sight in front of him. he was about to fuck you, and fuck you so good. "you ready?"
"mhm."
so eren slid himself inside of you, both of you groaning simultaneously until he was buried at the hilt— and this is what you longed for. you felt so full and it felt so nice, the way he stretched you out was indescribable and your mouth hung open, small gasps coming out as your hand gripped at eren's forearm near your head. "fuck, you okay?"
albeit your eyes being squeezed shut and eren feeling like he was splitting you open, you nodded your head hastily, nails digging more into his skin. it had been awhile since you had sex yourself, so the feeling almost felt like your first again. "yeah... you're just, so— big..." you managed to breathe out. you should've kept your mouth shut, you could practically see eren's ego inflate, his lip twitching trying to suppress his smile.
he brought his palm to your face, smoothing over the skin with his thumb. "yeah? well you're so tight," eren pushed a little further until his tip was brushing your cervix, then his body coming back a little bit until his head was a distance above your pussy, collecting spit in the front of his mouth before letting it slowly drop down onto your clit, rubbing it in to soothe you further as he pulled out a bit, tantalizingly slow. "i'll go slow at first."
eren pushed in and out slowly like he promised, but it didn't last for long, his pace quickening fast, but luckily he continued to rub you in circular motions to help ease the pain until it melted into pleasure. "can't believe you're letting me fuck this pretty pussy of yours." he groaned out, his hips rocking against yours.
the way you wrapped around him, squeezing him impossibly tight wasn't fair. you felt exactly how he thought you would, maybe even better, and every thrust of him inside you had him holding back more and more. "shit, _____." his voice came out in a whimper, and his elbows were brought down to the bed while your legs wrapped around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer.
for you, the sensation was incredible, the way he pulled out just before he was no longer inside of you, then pushed in until you could feel him against your cervix, every time he hit it pleasure shooting up inside of you. it had your skin feeling tingly and your hands flying to grip at the sheets, small wails of pure euphoria coming out of you and edging eren on. "eren," you cried as his teeth began to nibble on your neck, sucking on it as well in efforts to mark you. his necklace sat cold against your chest as he sucked on your neck and increased your pleasure.
"yeah, i love hearing my name from you like that, say it again." he almost demanded, pumping into you harder, your body rocking on top of the bed with every time eren slammed his hips into yours, your wetness collecting on his pelvis. "again," he popped off from your neck watching the skin slowly darken, and he knew there'd be a hickey soon enough.
"eren!" you whimpered, rolling your own hips down into his, eren supporting himself on his arms again, bringing one up to wrap around your neck, giving a test squeeze. "fuck..." you choked out as he tightened his grip, almost surprised at the fact that you weren't trying to push his hand away. his fingers tapped against your neck before he pressed harder, coming down to kiss you again, tongue licking at your bottom lip, your breathing shortening from the lack of oxygen coming in or out. he pulled at your lip before making every thrust of his powerful, pulling out slow then coming back in strong.
"so you like when i choke you like that?" he mumbled against your lips before pressing his against your jaw. "you're so dirty... never thought you'd be like that." and finally he let you take in air, palm moving from your neck to your breast, giving it a nice squeeze.
eren lift your hips up a little bit so he could find that spot inside of you— and when he finally hit it you all but screamed, his hand slapping over your mouth and eren's eyes widening. "shut the fuck up!" his tone serious, as you forgot that his mom was only rooms over. you gave him a sympathetic look in apologies as he slid his hand from your mouth.
"'m sorry, but you feel so good..." you pouted trying to kiss him up in excuse. it had to have worked the way eren leaned forward so he could brush against your sweet spot again, this time you gasping.
"yeah? i feel so good?" he repeated.
"yeah."
"'atta girl," you were consumed in ecstasy, the praise, the stimulation, the feeling of his pendant against your skin, everything was surrounding you and that familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching began climbing again, you just needed a little more. "taking this dick like that— and liking it too." eren unwrapped your legs from his waist, his pace speeding up again. "i bet you want me to fuck you like this more often."
you groaned, your hand snaking down to rub at your clit again, and only after a couple rubs were you seeing stars, your back arching again, every nerve in your body being pinched as you came all over eren. a cry of his name came out over and over again and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
he didn't stop, no, he was close himself, and the way you were pulsing around him as if you were trying to milk him was helping him to his end. your body went almost limp as you let eren finish. "fuck, fuck, i'm almost there too," he bucked his hips into you a few more times before pulling out and letting his hand finish him off, rubbing himself profusely until spurts of white came out flying onto your chest and stomach. "shit." he panted, and you were too, your breathing unstable, chest rising up and down after your orgasm. "shit."
eren rolled over until he was laid down beside you, your eyes struggling to stay open. eren let his rake over you, from the mark on your neck, to his cum splattered on your midsection, to the small sheen of sweat that covered yours and his body, causing some of his flyaways to stick to his forehead. he sighed in content before getting up to go grab a rag to clean you up.
"don't go to sleep yet." he said as he wiped and cleaned you up with a damp rag, cleaning himself off as well.
"why?" you mumbled with your eyes closed as you turned around so your face smushed against eren's pillow.
eren grabbed his boxers slipping them back on and contemplated handing you your underwear as well or letting you stay comfortable. seeing you wake up bare would cause a problem for him that he didn't want to deal with so he grabbed your underwear and helped slipped them on you, then rummaging through his bag for one of his shirts. "come on, let me put this on you." you reluctantly obliged, picking yourself up from his pillow and lifting your arms so he could slip his shirt over your head before climbing into his bed next to you, pulling you flush against him.
"you okay... was that okay?" there he went, checking up on you.
"yeah, you okay?" and there you went, doing the same.
"yeah... that was real good," eren kissed the top of your head. "i meant it when i said this is different." he rubbed your back, pulling you even closer, his legs tangling with yours as the two of you cuddled under the covers. it didn't feel as wrong to you anymore. a little weird? yes, but his words were reassuring. "i want something with you... i do. you do so much for me, we're always together, my mom loves you— i love you... i don't know, i just wanna be with you."
your heart was pounding in your chest, even through your tiredness. "can you show me you can be better first? work for me?" you didn't want to just hand yourself to eren that easy. "i want you to show me how much you love and care for me. get yourself together, settle down, then i guess you can settle down with me later."
"later?" it pang eren's heart a bit that he wouldn't be able to call you his just yet, but he was determined to do what it would take to get you.
"later."
彡
"_____, wake up, my mom made breakfast." your eyes opened slowly at the sound of eren's voice. you turned over to see him dressed, sweatpants and a shirt on his body, hair slightly damp from what appeared to be a recent shower. "get ready, i'll wait."
with hesitance, you got up and got yourself cleaned up and ready. you threw on some leggings and a sweatshirt as you didn't recall any plans with eren nor his mom that evening, and with that you and eren head downstairs, eren's hand holding yours as he pulled you down, but he didn't drop contact with you when the two of you got into the kitchen. instead of holding your hand, he hopped up on the kitchen counter pulling you between his legs where you stood.
"good morning, when did you two come home last night?" carla asked from her position at the stove, flipping a pancake before grabbing three plates from the cabinet next to her and then turning around to face the two of you. neither you or eren missed the suspicious glance she gave you when she saw your stances, holding back her question so you could answer hers.
"probably around twelve... we left early." you said.
"i thought so, i heard something last night but i remembered it was probably just the two of you so i went back to sleep." carla slipped the last pancake onto the stack then handed eren the three plates to place on the kitchen table. "am i missing something?" she said giving you two a one over as she gave him the plates.
"no. there's three people and three plates." eren said as he placed them onto the table, and you rolled your eyes at his stupidity.
"no, like... you guys seem comfortable today." realization hit him as he turned around to his mom trying to hide his stupid grin, which told you to not let him speak.
"uh, me and eren talked yesterday." carla raised an eyebrow at you as she walked past you to put the stack of pancakes on the table, you following behind her to take a seat.
"about?"
eren glanced at you then to his mom as she brought over a container of syrup and some forks and knives. "i'm trying to make _____ my girlfriend." he said blatanly, watching his mom freeze up as she put a fork and knife beside your plate.
"really?"
"yeah... he is." you couldn't decipher her reaction, until a small smile appeared on her face as she pat your shoulder and took a seat with you and eren.
"i'm glad." she hummed. "it took you guys long enough... but why is he trying?"
you avoided carla's eyes, concentrating on pulling a pancake to your plate as eren seemed nonchalant about the whole ordeal. it was his mom, so of course he'd be less nervous about it than you.
"i told him i wanted him to get some things together first."
carla nodded in understanding as she began cutting her pancakes. "i see. that's good, just let me know if anything okay?"
"okay." you and eren said the same time causing carla to giggle.
"i'm talking to _____ not you." her tone had a hint of excitement to it.
she was happy, and something inside you was too.
you weren't sure if eren getting a drink spilled on him was karma or luck.
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Prima Vista Part VIII
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Rating: E (explicit; mdni)
Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader
wc: ~13.2k
Warnings: this one fucking hurts, pining, stupid decisions, miscommunications, explicit sexual content (it’s time for something we’ve been waiting for), yet another party, angst
A/N: Read this, but before you murder me remember there’s one more after this. Also, this isn’t the big thing you’ve been waiting for, but I know it’s something a lot of people have wanted to see. Enjoy this ouchie.
Mike doesn’t feel human when he wakes up. He’s nearly positive he no longer is—body taken over by some creature of the bog with toxic breath. Jesus, what the fuck happened last night?
Blinking hurts. Shifting his leg hurts. His chest is fucking killing him, feels like he bruised his god damn sternum, and when he moves to sit up in a bed that is not his, overwhelming nausea has Mike groaning and covering his mouth with one hand.
“He has risen,” a vaguely familiar baritone voice rings through the air, loud enough to make Mike wave his other hand in an attempt to mute it. Erwin chuckles, paying him no attention apparently as he speaks again, “Good timing, too. I just came to drop this off.”
Mike tries to focus his bleary eyes on the nightstand where his friend sets down a bottle of water, a bigger bottle of Gatorade, and several liquid gel pills.
“Chill here for as long as you need. I’m just watching the pledges clean downstairs. Want me to bring the trash can over?” Erwin’s concern can’t entirely hide the amusement in his voice. It’s irritating, but also… Mike needs that trash can.
“Yeah,” he croaks through his palm. “Thanks.”
Erwin nods and grabs the little plastic bin, setting it down next to the bed. Mike considers just picking it up and sitting with it in his lap, but he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stay upright for long enough.
“I’ll be downstairs. If you need anything, you’ll just have to yell because your phone is definitely sitting in a bag of rice in the kitchen right now.”
“What?” Mike frowns. How even…
“It got wet,” Erwin states, like that clarifies anything. “Probably in the shower.”
“Why was I—”
“We can talk about it when you’re less…” Erwin gestures to Mike’s face with one finger and grimaces as he finishes, “Green. You didn’t do anything too terrible, though, so you can rest easy.”
He leaves, and Mike chokes down the pills and a few gulps of water before gently laying back down. He has to retrace metaphorical footsteps to get to the last thing he remembers from the night before, and it’s body shots off some blonde clone. His order of events goes: hanging out with Rhi, talking with you and Erwin, Zeke showing up, catching Eren mid-roofie attempt and throwing him out, getting mad at Nile, and then just a lot of drinking. Too much. Of different kinds. That had been dumb.
He thinks he spent a little while in the bathroom. Erwin was there. And, Nile came and went. He thinks he may have heard your voice a few times but can’t be sure, and honestly, trying to recall anything from the period of time his brain was literally incapable of processing new memories is a pretty big waste of time.
Mike spends most of the day in Erwin’s room. He drifts in and out of restless sleep, waking up to drink his water and Gatorade. At some point, one of the kids, Jean, knocks on the door and drops a bowl of soup off, mumbles, “Erwin told me to bring this up here.” Mike hasn’t spent a ton of time around the current pledge class, but Erwin must like Jean if he trusted the kid enough to give him his room code.
The soup settles his stomach enough to move around a little more. His headache ebbs into a dull throb, and the sharp ache in his chest fades into that of a bruise. By around five o'clock, Mike is finally able to amble downstairs, give everyone a tired wave, mumble his thanks to Erwin, then drive himself to his apartment.
He's still trying to piece together what happened the night before, but he just ends up more confused than before, so he decides to put it behind him and move on. Everyone deserves a wild night every once in a while.
*
Thanksgiving nears. Mike has already made plans to go home to his parents which means he has to turn down the Pike house Friendsgiving offer that Erwin extends to him.
He tells Mike that Nile and Hitch will be there, but Marie might show her face, "So, that will be interesting."
Some of the brothers who can't make it home will attend. Erwin is bringing Maddie who Mike hasn't heard about in several months, but he's pretty sure that's just to throw him off the scent of whatever Erwin has going on with you. You, who will also be in attendance because apparently your mom opted to go on a girls trip instead of face the family. Mike can't blame her.
He thinks maybe he should reach out to you, to ask about the night he blacked out because he has a feeling you can give him some details that others can't, but Erwin assures Mike that you were only in the bathroom with him for a short time. "Just long enough to see you rip your shirt which she seemed a little too happy about."
Mike doesn't know what he'd say to you anyway. Even after learning that Zeke had blocked his number in your phone. He's still mad that you let the fucker get close enough to do that in the first place, that you had chosen him. It's a wound that just won't heal. Any time he sees you or hears your name, all Mike can think about is why he wasn't good enough.
So, he keeps distancing himself. It seems like the most appropriate thing he can do until he decides he'll be able to have a conversation with you without blowing up.
Mike's parents are happy to see him when he walks in the door. Scout jumps on him until he picks her up and holds her like the puppy she is not. He isn't surprised when his mom asks about you, if you and Mike sorted things out. The question hurts even if he was expecting it, seems like yesterday you were walking around the house like you'd always been a part of it.
Lying is the easiest path to take. He tells his parents that you had to go home for the break, that you couldn't split up your time between two families in just four days, and, of course, they buy it.
Thanksgiving day is nice enough. The family travels a couple cities over to Mike's aunt and uncle's house. It's much bigger, has room for the relatives that are able to make it. There are traditional Greek dishes as well as the usual turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, etc. A few pictures here and there, entertaining his younger cousins—it's a good time.
Until Mike checks his various social media apps and sees the pictures from Friendsgiving.
They're tame, nothing wildly inappropriate, but they still make Mike scowl as he thumbs through them.
One of Nile cutting into the turkey, of Reiner ripping into a drumstick, Connie hoarding all of the cranberry sauce while his best friend, a girl named Sasha, does the same with the deviled eggs. Gelgar looks to be crying with a dot of potato salad in his hair. Marie is indeed there, glaring in the background of a photo where Nile and Hitch are tapping beer bottles together with silly smiles. She looks much happier in the shot of her and Maddie sitting together, laughing over glasses of wine.
Mike's heart stutters when he gets to a photo of you aiming to toss food into Reiner's mouth, then of you and Erwin both holding beers in one hand and pointing matching finger guns with the other.
Thick as fucking thieves. Two peas in a god damn pod. Mike wants to throw his phone out the window of his dad's suburban.
There are several more pictures that Mike doesn't bother to look at. He'd like to have a good time with his parents for the remainder of his break, and there's no way he'll be able to do that if he's pissed off.
So, he distracts himself. He goes on walks with Scout and plays with her for hours, watches old movies with his mom and dad, calls a couple relatives from overseas to catch up. But, those pictures are seared into the back of his mind, surfacing whenever he has down time.
He doesn't have any desire to go back to campus, not if he's gonna see you and Erwin together. His friend can deny it all he wants, but Mike knows something is going on between the two of you, and as he drives back to the college, he finally has the realization that… you might just be a shitty person.
Yeah, you have issues, but so does everyone. It doesn't excuse you from—from fucking toying with people, from using them as puppets whenever you need to. Mike wishes he'd never even tempted you to sleep with him that last time. It had felt too good and too right, but apparently you don't feel the same way. You went right back to Zeke once you'd gotten what you wanted, and Mike should have seen that coming. He should have been prepared for it. On some level he knew that's what you'd do, but that never stopped him from hoping that maybe… maybe it would have opened your eyes.
Plus, it ruined the entire Jurassic Park franchise for him, so that sucks.
He picks up where he left off both in his classes and in his social life. He stays away from PKA as much as he can but still attends meetings when necessary. The lacrosse season is coming to an end, so he tries to make the most of it. Rhi ends up in his bed again, both of them taking what they can from each other. Erwin jokes that he's gonna fall in love with her— "You know what happened the last time you tried to keep it casual," —and Mike nearly decks him in the face.
You don't try to talk to him, no texts or calls. When you see each other on campus, you don't spare him more than a sad glance as you pass him.
Mike is fine with it. He isn't about to be the one to make the move to talk things out. Honestly, he doesn't know if there's anything to talk out. You dated Zeke, and now you're dating Mike's best friend and trying to hide it.
He's mad at both of you, but it's easier to channel that blistering anger toward you rather than Erwin who he has to see on a regular basis. Besides, Erwin has always gotten around. Mike isn't especially surprised that he'd try his hand with you especially after what happened at the ranch house, but fuck, couldn't he have waited until after he and Mike graduated or something? Just disrespectful. That's what it is.
*
"Bro, I do not wanna go to another party," Mike's voice rises in frustration. "Consider me partied the fuck out, okay? I'm tired of 'em."
"It's not even a party," Erwin tells him. "It's more like a gathering of… like-minded individuals."
Mike snorts. "Yeah, okay."
"I'm not kidding! Like, twelve people at the most. All we're doing is hanging out at the ranch house."
"Will there be drinking?" Mike questions, moving his head back and forth in a mocking way.
Erwin shrugs his shoulders where he sits. "Of course there'll be drinking, but you don't have to partake. I just want you there to chill. Come on, man."
"Who's going?"
The blond lists off some of the Friendsgiving group, but he doesn't get to finish because once Erwin utters your name, Mike cuts him off with a loud, "Nope!"
"Duuuude," Erwin sounds like the frustrated one now, not that he has any right to be.
"Don't dude me! Why the fuck would you think I'd have any interest in watching you two giggle and cuddle n' shit."
"Mike," Erwin groans, rubbing his forehead. "How many times do I have to tell you…"
"You don't have to tell me anything. I already know what I need to know."
Standing up, Erwin seems like he's at his wit's end when he barks, "You don't know shit! You're seeing what you want to see without asking either of us! She misses you, dude. I'm just the next best thing."
"Nice to know your dick game isn't better than mine at least," Mike grumbles.
"Jesus Christ, you know what? I don't care. Come to the house, or don't come. Whatever."
Erwin takes long strides to get to Mike's front door, obviously ready to get away from him. He slams it hard enough to make Mike flinch.
He doesn't care how annoyed Erwin is with him. It's partially his fault that Mike doesn't want to go to the gathering, and he should know that. He'll come to understand eventually, and that thought makes it easier for Mike to make his decision. He's not gonna go. He refuses. There's no way. He won't—
Mike ends up going.
After powering through finals and visiting his parents for another few days. He has a mental debate the entire way to the ranch house, swearing to himself, going over the pros and cons. He comes close to turning around more than a few times, but after a couple hours, Mike finally pulls into the large circle drive right behind Levi's black Prius.
Erwin is extremely surprised to see him but keeps his mouth closed about it, just tells him, "Room upstairs on the far right is still open."
Mike drops his stuff off then greets the others—Nile, Gelgar, Reiner, Jean, Marco, and Levi.
"Wasn't expecting to see you here," the last states, focused on burning the loose string of his hoodie with a lighter. "Erwin told me you guys had some bullshit argument."
"Happens sometimes," Mike dismisses as he takes a place on the couch.
"I guess. This is why I don't have a lot of friends. Can't put up with stupid shit like that."
"Oh, is that why?" Mike rolls his eyes.
Levi snickers, shaking his head. "Aw man, he was right. You are in a bad mood, aren't ya'?
"Man, fuck off."
They sit in silence for a few minutes. Mike is bouncing his foot where it's thrown over his opposite leg—anxious or angry or some other negative emotion he needs to get rid of.
"Party's gonna be a fucking sausage fest," Levi mumbles.
Nile passes behind the couch just in time to hear and informs the smaller man, "Not entirely. Maddie, Marie, Hitch, and Mike's little heartbreaker should be getting here soon."
Mike groans internally but speaks out loud, "This was a mistake. I can't fucking be here if you guys keep talking about her."
"If you can't handle us talking about her, how're you gonna handle seeing her?" Levi scoffs.
Erwin has stocked the bar with craft beer and various wines. Mike considers going ahead and breaking a few bottles open, but he resists—doesn't want a repeat of the forgotten party.
They set up a horror video game upstairs and an animated adult series downstairs. Erwin wasn't lying about it being a more relaxed environment than usual, but that doesn't stop Mike's neck from prickling when you arrive with Hitch at around five. Maddie and Marie show up a couple hours later, and Mike can feel the tension that surrounds all four of you. Amusing as it can be, he really doesn't have the patience for cattiness tonight.
High quality Chinese food is provided courtesy of Erwin's father's credit card as well as dipped strawberries that Nile keeps feeding Hitch. It gets Marie very heated very quickly, and Maddie has to talk her down in another room.
It makes Mike wonder if you would ever let him feed you like that or if you would snort and bat his hand away. What the fuck do you think you're doing, Zacharias? That's couples shit.
It makes him sigh and slouch on the couch, thankful you're upstairs watching Connie play the most recent Resident Evil.
He knows you're not a fan of horror, so the only reason you'd be up there is to avoid Mike.
Good.
Erwin is the first to open the wine. Maddie won't leave his side, stuck to him like a magnet. The fact that he has to get a drink only furthers Mike's theory that Erwin didn't invite her as a real date.
He spends a fair amount of time shooting the shit with Levi. It isn't necessarily the most enjoyable conversation considering Levi's constant smartass comments, but it's better than trudging up to the second floor.
Nile fucks Hitch in the bathroom for everyone to hear. Marie starts crying and runs to the porch. This gathering is about as insufferable as Mike assumed it would be.
Eventually, you journey downstairs. It was inevitable. You spare Mike a glance and sigh as you make your way to the kitchen to grab a beer—you don't even like beer, so why—
"Hey, can you grab me one too?" Erwin calls out, and when you hand it to him, he gives you that hundred watt grin Mike knows brings girls to their knees, but while Maddie stares at him with that dreamy look in her eyes, you just snort and gently shove him.
"Don't fuckin' look at me like that, Smith."
Ah, the last name card, the one that you pull to act like you're all aloof when really you're just reeling them in.
"Like what?" Erwin asks before taking a sip, still smiling around the rim of the bottle.
"You know what."
Mike chooses then to go upstairs, knowing he steals your attention as he stomps like a toddler throwing a tantrum.
Why did he even come here? Was it just to give himself more reason to brood? Solidify that he's valid in being angry?
Connie is trembling as his character makes his way through a decrepit house. Jean laughs every few minutes, but he also startles at every jump scare, leaving Reiner to call both of them pussies as he bites into strawberry after strawberry, throwing the stems into a little bowl in his lap. Mike supposes the first years are entertaining enough. He can see why Erwin invited them here.
It's close to nine o'clock. Mike is bored out of his mind, can't help venturing back downstairs mostly because he's tired of watching the pledges swear and shout at the video game (including Reiner now) but also out of morbid curiosity.
Marie has returned and is sitting in the kitchen with Maddie, both of whom are glaring into the den where you, Erwin, Nile, and Hitch share the couch. Hitch may as well be in Nile's lap, but you're sitting on the back ridge, feet planted on the cushions as you hunch forward and nurse a beer. Your knee is against Erwin's arm, but that's the only point of contact. Still, whenever something funny is said on the TV show, he looks up at you, as if to check that you're laughing, taking it in. Mike can't blame him. You have one of the cutest laughs he's ever heard.
Levi and Gelgar are both on plush loveseats on opposite sides of the room, either scrolling or typing on their phones.
Again, Mike has to think about how laid back the party is—even if he's a mess. It's so different from the raucous scenes he's used to—blasting music and keg stands and dancing on tables. This would be infinitely preferable if it weren't for the open pit in Mike's stomach.
If he could just chill the fuck out, pay absolutely no attention to you and Erwin and the way his fingers slowly wrap around your ankle when you won't stop bouncing your leg.
Not together his ass.
When Mike gets a text from Rhi, he basically sighs in relief—the perfect opportunity to forget about you for a while.
He doesn't bother asking to make sure it's okay with the host, just messages back, what are you doing rn? and immediately asks her to come over, knowing she only lives about an hour away.
Naturally, she agrees. One of the only great things about Rhi is that she’s always, always down to fuck. Mike doesn’t know if it has something to do with his size or if she just has a high sex drive. Either way, he’s glad for it..
He meets her on the porch after waiting for what feels like an eternity, just having to sit and watch you kick Erwin’s thigh whenever he says something dumb. He always retaliates by pulling on your little toes which makes you squeak and almost fall off the couch. It’s fucking maddening, makes Mike want to pull his hair out or throw something, just trash the fucking house because Erwin deserves it.
But, then Rhi arrives in all her Ugg boot glory, wearing the old, green hoodie that you had given back to Mike a few months ago.
They walk in, Mike’s hands on her shoulders like he’s pushing her over the threshold. You look up, take the other girl in, then very quickly step off the couch and prance into the kitchen without saying a word.
Erwin, however, makes up for your silence, wide eyed as he stares at Rhi and utters, “Fuck.”
*
You didn’t want to be like Maddie and Marie, jogging to a private place to cry over a fucking boy, but god, you are definitely locked in the bathroom, hunched over the sink sobbing as quietly as you can. Your nose is running, and your eyes are burning, leaking god damn rivers
It wouldn’t have been so bad if she was just in her normal winter sorority get-up. But the hoodie? The one you wore for months on end, the one Mike would sniff whenever he would lay his head on your stomach, mumbling something about, “Smells good. Might have to take it back.” He didn’t have to say it out loud, but you knew he always felt a little jolt of pride when you’d wear it, like you were advertising how close you were to him.
So, to see another girl wearing it—to see Rhi wearing it—it fucking hurts. Your throat is sore from holding back those loud, pained cries. Your stomach is rolling like you ate something spoiled. Your fingers ache from digging into the fancy, granite sink. Everything hurts.
It makes you wonder if Mike felt like this when you first told him about Zeke, if he feels like this now that he thinks you’re with Erwin—stupid, stupid, stupid. You shouldn’t have waited so long to talk to him. You should have cleared things up right after the party. Now, it’s too late.
There’s a knock on the door that makes you sniff and wipe your nose, but you still tell whoever is on the other side (most likely Hitch or Erwin), “Go away.”
“It’s me.” Erwin. "Let me in."
"Literally what did I just say?"
"If you don't unlock the door, I'll kick it in. It's my house, so I won't get in trouble for it."
"Oh my god," you grumble before turning the lock on the knob. "Spoiled fucking brat."
Erwin steps in and closes the door then takes a good look at your puffy face and red eyes. Sighing, he leans against the wall. "For the record, I didn't invite her. Mike must have—"
"That doesn't make me feel any better," you say, grabbing some toilet paper to blow your nose. "Actually, it makes me feel even worse."
"I just wanted to make sure you knew."
"What, d'you want brownie points or something?" You ask sarcastically, making sure the toilet lid is down before sitting on it, bracing your arms on your knees and looking up at Erwin to find him frowning. "Sorry. I'm being a bitch, I know."
He waves it off. "It's understandable. I'm not very happy with him either. The perpetual shitty mood is driving me crazy."
You don't know much about that other than it being entirely your fault, so you apologize, "Yeah, sorry about that."
"If you guys would have just talked it out like adults—"
"Well, we didn't, Erwin. And, it seems like it's not even an option any more, so…" you hold your hands out in a clueless fashion, like you're at a loss. "I don't know what you want me to do."
Your voice is thick, straining against the lump in your throat. Vision going blurry again, you shove your palms against your eyes, repeating, no more crying, no more crying, no more crying.
"I'm sorry he's doing this to you," Erwin says quietly.
You sniffle, almost laugh when you reply, "Not really different from what I did to him. Like," you have to blow your nose again so it doesn't start running, toss the toilet paper into the waste basket next to you. "I don't know if he's trying to get back at me or legitimately moving on, but I can't exactly hold it against him."
"Still," Erwin takes a couple steps toward you. "Pulling this kind of shit is fucked up. He had to have known it would hurt you on some level."
"You don't have to, like, take my side or whatever," you state. "I know we're friends and all, but you don't have to coddle me like this."
"I'm not trying to coddle you. I'm sympathizing. There's a difference."
"Whatever it is, it's unnecessary," you mumble.
"Yeah?" Another step closer so that he's right in front of you. "So, you weren't planning on crying in here for the rest of the night?"
"No," you're quick to deny, but your lips quirk upward when you correct, "I was gonna go up to my room and cry in there for the rest of the night."
Erwin shakes his head then pulls you into a strange embrace, pressing your face to his stomach with one hand while the other settles between your shoulder blades.
Your first instinct is to shove him away, but his shirt is soft and smells like detergent, and his stomach is firm and grounding against your cheek, and the knuckles rubbing up and down the top of your spine are warm and soothing.
So, you stay in the slightly awkward position, shutting your eyes and trying to relax, but all you can think about is Mike walking in with his hands on Rhi and the way she looked in his hoodie. Is she cuter than you? Does she smell better than you? Does she treat him better than you did?
Tears well up in your eyes once again, dampening Erwin's shirt as they slip over your waterline, and before you know it, you're clutching the material covering the small of his back and crying against him.
And, he lets you—just keeps stroking between your shoulders and shushing you with a quiet, "I know, I know. It'll be okay."
Erwin is cocky and bold, takes things a little too far sometimes, but, just as you thought last year after he stole that kiss, he is good. Even if he's broken too many hearts to count and completely disregarded people's feelings, he's a good guy. At the very least, he's good to you, and that's what you need at the moment.
"What time is it?" You speak into his shirt.
"About eleven thirty."
You hum and turn so that your forehead is resting just above his hips. It could be a suggestive position, but—
But nothing.
You blink a few times, weighing the situation, everything that unfolded tonight—everything that's unfolded over the past semester and… it would make sense. It's not like you've never thought about it before. You're worked up and need to unwind, need to clear your head, and besides, Mike already believes there's something between you and Erwin, so why not take advantage of that?
Sucking on your bottom lip, you go through a list of pros and cons. The biggest downside is that Mike will be upset with you. He already is, though, so there’s isn’t much to lose on that front. The upside is that you'll be able to forget about him for a while and possibly get an orgasm out of it.
"Hey, Erwin…" You're not entirely sure how to bring it up, but it turns out you don't have to.
"Don't fucking ask," he huffs. Perceptive bastard.
You push away from his stomach and look up at him. "Okay, why, though?"
His head is hanging back, gaze trained on the ceiling as he admits, "Because if you ask, I won't say no, and it'll only make things worse."
Something about that gives you butterflies. That's a good sign, means you might be invested enough to finally let your mind wander from Mike.
"Mike already thinks we're fucking, though, so unless you don't actually want to fuck me, I don't see why we shouldn't."
Erwin walks backward until he hits the cabinets. His full lips are pressed into a tight line, and his blue eyes look like a warning. Don't push me.
"Do you honestly think you won't walk away from that feeling guilty?" He questions. "We know we aren't sleeping together, that we aren't actually doing anything wrong even if Mike doesn't believe it. But, to actually go through with it?" Erwin lets out a little chuckle and crosses his arms over his chest. "I probably won't feel bad 'cause I'm kind of an asshole, but you? You will feel awful."
"I already feel awful," you remind him as you stand. "I already feel guilty. If you think I could feel any fucking worse than I already do, you might be overestimating my—my—I don't know—emotional capacity?"
Moving forward, you nudge Erwin out of the way to get to the sink, splashing cold water on your face to clean it of dried tears. You cup a hand under the faucet, then toss some water into your mouth, swishing, and spitting, and turning back around.
Erwin's gaze is dark and not at all subtle when he eyes you up and down.
"I might hurt you, you know," he states in a voice that's considerably deeper than before.
You raise your eyebrows, unconvinced. "You don't have to worry about me catching feelings, Smith. Relax."
Mouth tugging up on one side, Erwin smirks in a way that makes you squirm where you stand.
"That's not what I meant."
It takes you a moment to decipher what he's trying to say, but you breathe an, "Oh," when you realize, then another as it truly sinks in. "Oh."
That's okay, you want to tell him. I want to be hurt tonight. You only want it if it will hurt. If you confess to that desire, though, Erwin might back out—a disappointment considering the way you're starting to get a little excited.
"If I can handle Mike, I can handle you," you say, fully aware that he'll take it as a challenge. If there's one thing you know about men, it's that they thrive off competition.
Erwin is no different as he slides in front of you, hands finding your hips and pulling them to his. He's already half hard in his khakis, and you stand on your tip-toes, brushing against him as you do, to tilt your head back and hover just under his mouth as you tease, "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it before."
"You have no idea how often I've thought about it—how often I think about it."
You nip at his bottom lip, enjoying the way he licks it afterward. "Have you been holding back since we started hanging out—just the two of us?"
His fingers dig into your back, just above the curve of your ass, and you already know there will be small bruises left behind.
"Do you want me to paint a picture?" He rumbles, and you nod, pressing a kiss to his throat. "Any time I have you in my room I think about fucking you. On the bed. Over my desk. Up against a wall…" A little gasp makes its way out of him as you bite down on the skin you've been sucking on, and Erwin ruts against you a couple times before continuing, voice a little more strangled than before.
"Thought about fucking you downstairs on the couch for the whole frat to see, all spread out, moaning like a porn star. I know what you sound like," he whispers, catching you off guard when he suddenly lifts you to set you on the counter. "I've heard the way you scream for Mike."
There's a pang in your chest at the mention of him, but it's gone just as quickly.
"And, you'd like it, wouldn't you? Being watched." Erwin trails his lips from your temple to your ear, making you shiver when he speaks into it, "You can pretend all you want, but I know you liked it when I walked in on you and him. You liked being on display."
He isn't wrong. You replay that instance in your head a little more than you probably should.
Hearing the fact stated now, though, right to your face has your body heating, arousal flooding you and making warmth pool between your legs.
"You can admit it, it's okay. I've known for a while now."
One of his hands moves to the inside of your thigh then further up, fingers dancing over your covered pussy. It's your turn to gasp. You clutch his shoulders and spread your legs despite knowing there's no way you'll be satisfied with this, not when thick denim is separating you from his touch.
"Don't get too cocky, Smith." You try to sound confident, but it's hard to when your breath keeps hitching.
"Why?" He grazes his teeth over the sensitive space below your ear, and it makes you twitch in his grasp. "I have every reason to be."
He goes on to list every other place he's thought about fucking you—apparently just about every setting you've ever been in with him. Each and every Pike party, the locker room before or after a lacrosse game, his Mustang, Mike's Wrangler.
"That's fucked up," you somehow manage.
Erwin shrugs his shoulders, mumbles, "Can't help it," then slots his lips against yours for the first time (or, the first consensual time).
You're reminded of Zeke, the way all you did was compare him, only now with Erwin, you have two men who flash through your mind. He's softer than Zeke but just as bold as he cradles your head and slips his tongue into your mouth—tastes sweeter than Mike (probably from the strawberries), but it's not necessarily a good thing. It isn't bad either. It's just Erwin… Different.
His hair doesn't brush your cheeks like Mike's does. He doesn't have glasses to dig into your skin. Clean shaven, no coarse hairs to tickle against you, and he's smack in the middle in terms of height. You have to crane your neck more than you did with Zeke but less than you had to with Mike.
It's all a little jarring, but you feel this was always sort of an inevitability, at least once you started spending time with Erwin one on one. You never would have let this happen if you had stayed with Mike—if you had actually taken the next step with him—but that's why you started hanging out with Erwin in the first place.
You never noticed the way your back and forth was flirty, mostly just you giving him shit about one thing or another, but apparently others read further into it. And, you've had as good a time as you can. The heartache has put a damper on things, kept Erwin mostly off your radar save for the days you woke up frustrated and desperate, but that's what your vibrator is for.
Apparently, while you were busy making sure things stayed friendly between the two of you, Erwin's mind was getting away from him. Every god damn time you hung out, he told you, whether it was at the house or out to lunch, walking with you to classes or out to your car.
He did make it a habit of touching you, you can admit, but none of it was inappropriate—a nudge to knock you off balance that would result in you hitting him, a prod in the ribs that would result in you squeaking and hitting him. Sticking a foot out to trip you that would result in you…
Dude obviously likes to be slapped around.
There's also the hugs. Up in his room when you feel extra gloomy, he'd wrap his arms around you and sway back and forth. Sometimes he'd sit and pull you with him, turn on a movie and keep a tight hold around your shoulders. There were afternoons you'd walk into his room while he was studying and just pass out in his bed, up too late the night before from worrying and obsessing, in need of a nap before your evening lecture. He'd set an alarm for you, stay up for a while longer before allowing himself to take a break and crawl under the blankets beside to—
Oh, god, you've been dating Erwin Smith.
You have to break away from him to laugh, lightly hitting your head against his chest so that he chuckles and asks, "What?"
"I—" You look back up at him, shaking your head to yourself. "I can't believe I didn't fucking see it."
"See what?"
"You and me—"
"You and I," he corrects, and you shove him.
"You and I have just been doing what Mike and I were doing."
"Uh, excuse me," he holds a finger up. "We have not been having endless sex, thank you."
"That's not—" You roll your eyes. "I'm saying we've been dating without actually dating. Like, I get why everyone thinks we're a thing."
"Oh," Erwin nods, sucking his teeth for a second then adding, "Yeah, I was wondering when you would figure that out."
"Fucker. Did you do it on purpose? Like, just to prove you could?"
He frowns, looking genuinely offended. "Christ, what kind of person do you think I am?"
"Not twenty minutes ago you confessed to being an asshole."
His face softens when he snickers. "Okay, true. But, no. I'm not trying to manipulate Mike or you for that matter. You've been upset, and you've put up with a lot of shit over the last few months, and I just figured you could use a friend."
Staring up at him, you notice the way his face is turning a little red, and you hold your tongue between your teeth as you smile knowingly.
"You caaare about meee."
He scoffs and looks away
"Heartbreaker Smith cares about a girl," you tease. "How embarrassing."
"Laugh it up. You would've been miserable without me."
"I mean, yeah, but still. What's it like having a platonic girlfriend?"
He tilts his head to the side then reaches forward to squeeze your thighs. "Is it really platonic if we're about to have sex?"
"Absolutely. Hundred percent."
"You're not even a little worried that it'll become a regular thing and you'll fall in love?" The arrogance is both astounding and amusing.
Cocking your head, you take a deep breath, expression one of false sympathy as you pat his stomach. "I'm positive. Unfortunately, my heart belongs to another."
Erwin clicks his tongue before moving forward and sliding his hands between the counter and your ass. "I'm a little hurt, honestly. I'm used to fucking a girl and having to hide out for a while afterward—always so clingy."
You squint, can't tell if he's being serious or overdramatizing to annoy you.
"You know what? Nevermind. I don't even want your little playboy ass anymore—"
Naturally, he turns the charm back on right then, getting too close to your face, blue eyes flicking to your lips before he breathes, "Don't lie," and presses a tiny peck to them. "The tough girl act is only believable for so long."
"Wow, fuck you."
"That's the idea," he smirks.
"Har fucking har. You're so funny."
Erwin pulls you closer to the edge of the counter and grinds his hips against yours then prompts, "Your room or mine?"
"Mine," you reply. "I'd rather you have to do the walk of shame later."
"Probably a good idea since you won't be able to once I'm finished with you."
You actually laugh out loud. It would have worked on you a few minutes ago, but all the joking has you a little giggly at this point.
Fuck, he is going to make a great distraction.
"Okay, calm down. Don't make promises you can't keep."
"Sounds like a challenge to me."
"Men," you sigh. "So predictable."
After minutes more of unnecessary banter, Erwin finally coaxes you out of the bathroom you've both spent far too much time in. Your face has cleared up, the urge to cry subsiding, though your heart still drops in your chest when you pass behind Mike and Rhi on the couch, green eyes tracking you as you walk up the stairs in front of Erwin.
This is not the right way to solve a problem, but it'll probably be fun for a while. It's already fun as Erwin kicks the door closed and walks you back to the bed. He isn't even touching you, just watching you with a hazy blue gaze. He isn't smiling, looks like a predator, and honestly, it's ridiculously attractive.
"Stop making that face."
"What face?"
"That—that—"
You run into the bed, wave your arms to keep your balance, but Erwin presses his fingertips to your chest and just barely pushes to knock you back.
"What face, hm?"
The hair on your arms and neck is standing on end, anticipation bubbling in your gut as you try to crawl higher on the mattress only for Erwin to grab you by the ankle and tug you back down.
Damn. He's good at this.
"Stay," he commands, straightening up to take his shirt off.
He's tan and toned, light blonde hair sprinkled over his chest and above the waistband of his pants.
You're reminded of the very first Pike party you went to, the first time you slept with Mike (and can't remember), walking downstairs the following morning to find Erwin in the kitchen wearing sweats and drinking his coffee and smirking at you like he could tell the future.
Maddening. He's maddening.
You rid yourself of your own top then shimmy out of your jeans. Erwin eyes you hungrily, causing your whole body to tingle. It simultaneously makes you want to cover yourself and spread yourself open for him.
"I have been waiting way too fucking long for this," Erwin mumbles, raking fingernails down your torso so that you take in a shuddering breath.
"It's been, like, a y-year and a half." Your back arches on its own volition, hips bucking as Erwin scratches over the bones before catching your thong and pulling it down. He kneels at the end of the bed, a familiar scene save for the head of shiny, golden hair.
"A year and a half of having to look but not touch."
"Poor little—" you gasp when he parts your folds with his thumbs, staring at your pussy then blowing a stream of air over it.
"Do you know how many times I've jacked off to the thought of you? How many times I've slept with other girls while imagining it was you?"
You want to make another smartass comment, tease him about being a pervert or in his feelings or something, but you can't find your voice as he licks a long, slow stripe up your slit. You stare at the ceiling, not even blinking as too many signals fire in your brain all at once.
Erwin is good with his mouth. Like, stupid good. He has a teasing rhythm, flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue until your muscles are coiled then moves to trace the ring of your entrance, taking his time as you turn from human to puddle.
He’s better at this than Zeke who would purposely graze his teeth over your sensitive little bud a little too hard on purpose, would suck on it until it hurt. He liked when you whimpered for him, liked leaving raised welts on your ribs and back from where he’d scratched. The intermixed pain and pleasure never failed to make you come, but the climb up to that precipice was usually precarious for lack of a better term.
Then, there’s Mike (because of course there is). His mood usually determined how he would take you, hard and fast before a game or slow and lazy as you both relaxed in his room. One thing always stayed the same no matter his disposition, and it’s that he fucking worshiped your pussy—even said it on multiple occasions. He would eat you out like a starving man, lapping at your juices like it would quench his thirst. Some days he would overstimulate you to the point of tears, neverending licks lavished over your clit as he pumped thick fingers in and out of your cunt. Other days he would go down on you like it was a fucking hobby—turn on a movie, spread you out on the foot of his bed, and eat you out while only halfway paying attention to the TV. He could pull multiple orgasms from you that way, letting you come around a finger or two before returning to your pulsing clit. Fuck, you used to make such a mess. He’d spend minutes trying to lick you clean, but you always ended up in the shower afterward.
You shouldn’t be thinking of that right now, though. You should be thinking about Erwin’s clever tongue and the fingertips just barely brushing over sensitive skin. You want them inside of you, want something to clamp down on, but no matter how much you pull his hair or utter a breathy, “Please,” he keeps the same pace, only moving on when he feels like it.
He’s doing it on purpose, trying to break you before even getting to the point of fucking you, and if you’re being honest, it just might work. He’s gonna make you lose your god damn mind tonight. Exactly like you want to.
“Fuck, how much p-practice have you had with th-this?”
Erwin laughs, stilling your wriggling by curling his arms around your thighs. “Too much, probably.”
You whine when he continues, but when he starts softly sucking on your clit, you’re surprised at how close you suddenly feel, your legs naturally trying to spread further but remaining immobilized in Erwin’s grip. The threat of not being able to move only intensifies the building sensation in your gut, and soon you’re gasping his name, eyes rolling as you try in vain to buck further into his face.
You feel more than hear Erwin groan, a deep vibration that pours over your clit and makes you twitch. He gives you a few more long licks, then pulls back and stands, exposing the way his mouth and chin are covered in a glossy sheen.
“Feel better yet?” He smirks.
You wave a lazy hand, don’t want to fluff his ego too much, so you allow him to witness your borderline stoned state while still jeering, “I’ll feel better when I have your cock inside me.”
Erwin laughs to himself, mutters, “Eager,” then takes his pants off.
Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you give his cock a cursory glance and stop. “Hold on,” then slide off the bed and to your knees.
If you’re gonna fuck Erwin Smith, you’re at least gonna appreciate it.
He inhales sharply as you place your hands on his thighs, eyes traveling over his length. It’s pretty, above average in size, smooth, with a flared tip that’s currently flushing a dark pink.
“I really hate to admit this, but you could be, like, a dick model.”
He chokes on some kind of snort, and you swear his entire chest turns red. “I—thank you?”
“You’re welcome,” you tell him, promptly taking hold of his cock and guiding it into your mouth.
“Oh, fuck, fuck—”
His skin is soft against your tongue, warm as you take him deeper. His girth stretches your jaw, but you’re still pretty used to the feeling, had to get used to it with Mike because he’s a little bigger than—
That’s not important.
Erwin breathes through his teeth as he places a hand on the top of your head, and when you look up at him through your eyelashes, he lets out a disbelieving little laugh. That confident fucking tease is nowhere to be found as you swipe your tongue over the tiny hole leaking pre then surge forward, almost pressing your nose to his pelvis as you run the muscle back and forth under the base of his cock.
“Shit, let me—let me lean against the bed,” he says, pulling you off him and chuckling, “Gonna make my fucking knees buckle.”
You turn where you’re kneeling, waiting for him to get better stabilized before resuming your efforts to ruin this annoying, charming frat boy who is always put together. You suck and slurp and trigger your gag reflex a couple times. Erwin’s fingers scratch against your scalp like he’s looking for purchase. He’s careful not to be too brutal as he pushes you down on his cock, raising his hips to meet your rhythm. His head is thrown back, thighs tensing under your hands as his chest rises and falls with short breaths.
You have to work up to it, but once you feel loose enough, you press forward and let Erwin slip further into your throat. His voice sounds like honey when he groans a low, “Hoooly fuck,” letting his head hang down as he attempts to stare at you with unfocused eyes.
“Okay, okay, okay,” he huffs. “Keep going and we won’t get to the main event.”
You pull off of him with a lewd pop then raise to your feet. Your knees are a little sore, but it’s nothing some exercise won’t work out.
“Want me to wear a condom?”
“I don’t care. I’m clean and on birth control,” you tell him. “What about you?”
“Well, I’m clean, but I haven’t gotten my birth control prescription refilled in a wh—”
You flick his chest, and Erwin laughs as he bats you away.
“Alright. Up on the bed with you then,” he motions to the mattress. “Lay on the edge.”
You do as you're told, spreading your legs for Erwin to stand between, and you bite your lip when you feel him rub the head of his cock between your folds. You’re still wet with slick—probably dripped onto the carpet when you were giving him head—which makes the glide easier as he teases you.
“Ready?” He asks, wriggling thick eyebrows until you smile. He doesn’t wait for an actual answer before he starts pushing in, pressing your legs to your chest as he slowly seats himself in your cunt.
You’re making that face—eyebrows moving toward your hairline as if you’re worried, jaw dropping open as air is pushed from your lungs. Erwin looks focused, licking his lips as he gazes down at the way your pussy stretches around him.
He thrusts in and out at a tortuous pace, apparently waiting for you to start trembling around him before he deems you ready to take more. Every one of his movements is measured, slowly pulling out only to push in all at once. The ridge of his cock drags over your g-spot, pressing firmly against it and making you claw at his shoulders.
He feels good, satisfying, but he’s not quite as good as Mike who used to hit all your spots without even thinking about it—somehow making you beg like a whore and sing like a little girl in Sunday school all at the same time.
Still, you don’t have to lie when Erwin quickens his pace and pants, “Feel good?”
“Fuck—yes, yes, Jesus Christ—”
He’s pulling all manner of crude sounds from your pussy, wet and greedy as it sucks him back in with every rut of his hips. The angle is perfect—his height paired with the bed on stilts has him hitting your spot every time, and you feel the need to warn him, “If you keep—keep fucking me like this—god—m’gonna squirt.”
“Fuck yes,” he praises, wetting a thumb in his mouth before bringing it down to massage your clit. He only speeds up as your voice rises, body confused like your muscles don’t know if they should be flexed or relaxed.
You feel that tell-tale burning, that urge that only gets stronger the more Erwin abuses your g-spot and presses against your clit.
“Shit, shit, shit—”
Erwin groans when fluid starts to trickle from you, pushes more and more out of you while quickly swiping two fingers over your clit. The sense of relief is mind-numbing. You can’t even be upset that your sheets are gonna be damp whenever you decide to sleep.
He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t lose his rhythm, just sticks his two wet fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean.
You see it now—the skill, the appeal, why the girls always come back to him. It makes sense. He’s devastatingly handsome, especially like this, all fucked out and flushed, hair out of place, lips red and swollen from biting them.
Yeah, Erwin is fucking hot.
But, that doesn’t mean he’s your type.
Pulling out, he flips you onto your stomach, and you have to stand on your tip-toes as you lean over the bed. The burn in your calves disappears almost entirely when he slides into you from behind, pelvis pressing against your ass as he curls over you, cupping your tits and tweaking your hardened nipples as he gifts you with a series of shallow thrusts. It makes you whimper and teeter forward, unable to balance and squirm at the same time. Face suddenly buried in the mattress, your cries are muffled by the blankets. Erwin’s hands travel back to your hips, rocking you back and forth on his slick cock. He’s getting a little rougher, pressing into you as deeply as he can, and the fact that you’ll be sore from this tomorrow gives you a strange sense of satisfaction.
Only way to get over someone is to get on top of someone else, right? Or, underneath in your case. Being a little more in control wouldn’t be the worst thing, though, so…
“Erwin, Erwin, fuck—Lemme ride you.”
There is no hesitation. Erwin slips out of you and throws himself onto the bed, grinning crookedly as he watches you climb over him on unsteady limbs. His patience must have worn out some time ago, because he holds his cock with one hand, using the other to line you up with it, then guides you down his length.
You have to sit still for a second, or you would like to, but Erwin is still holding your hips, and he rocks you back and forth in his lap like he knows. He probably does. He’s probably fucked enough girls to notice exactly when their eyes pop open, when they shudder and break out in goosebumps because that pressure is hitting exactly where it needs to, and yeah, he knows.
Finding it in yourself to move again, you lean over Erwin, planting your hands on the pillows by his head, then start bouncing on his cock. He hisses in a dark, appreciative way, eyes and hands immediately drawn to your chest. He sits up enough to suck one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and pinching then doing the same to the other.
He’s so good—feels so good, knows just where to touch, the exact place to bite on your neck that makes you melt, but how—how does he know that? It’s like he has a sixth sense or—
Or, he just paid attention to the bruises that Mike used to leave on the sides of your throat. That checks out.
Fuck, he used to mark you like he wanted everyone to see, especially that last night. It was almost animalistic, like he had been—marking his territory, Zeke’s voice plays in your head. It makes you frown, and you rid yourself of the thought only to replace it with the memory of Mike’s mouth on your skin, his calloused fingertips trailing down your torso, huge hands wrapping around your legs to pull you against him—
You whine, glad it sounds like a sound of desperation rather than frustration. You just want to stop thinking about him. Just an hour—if you could go a single fucking hour—
“Hey, look at me,” Erwin commands in a soft voice.
You open your eyes, still hovering over him, and expect him to say something, but instead he just reaches up to the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss.
He’s helping move you on top of him, forcing you to take his cock over and over, and like this, so close and breathing him in, you don’t even have the room to think about Mike.
Both of your bodies are damp with sweat, and Erwin’s hair is a mess, pushed from his flushed face. He bites down on your bottom lip and tugs, only letting go to ask, “Where do you want me?”
“I don’t care,” you groan, legs and arms and pussy growing sore. You’re not surprised; you’ve been going at it for a while now.
Erwin licks your lower lip as if to soothe it after biting it, tells you, “Oh, don’t give me that option. You know where I’ll pick.”
Smiling, you straighten up then move to fit your feet underneath you so you can bounce more freely. “You can come inside, dude. It feels good to me, too.”
“I really don’t know how to respond to being called ‘dude’ when I’m balls deep in a girl.”
You shrug, “Sorry not sorry,” then raise and drop yourself, feeling in charge for the first time tonight.
“Fuck—shit—”
That feeling is short lived as Erwin goes right back to using you the way he wants. You think for about half a second that he’s finally, really losing himself, but the accuracy of his finger on your clit proves that is not the case. He’s clearly having a good time, but he isn’t at that feral stage that Mike falls into sometimes.
Before you can dwell on it for too long, you hit your peak, moaning Erwin’s name, hips moving uncontrollably as you ride out your orgasm.
He’s speaking, mumbling praise or pleas or curses, you aren’t so sure, but after about another minute of fucking into you relentlessly, Erwin comes, shooting line after line inside of you until he’s spent and twitching.
With your two previous partners, this is usually when you’d fall forward and cuddle, catch your breath and enjoy the feeling of being all plugged up.
But, it’s Erwin, huffing and blinking up at the ceiling then finally stating, “That was a dumb idea.”
It makes you laugh for some reason, probably because you agree.
The sex was great. There is a reason girls talk about him on campus, about his sexual prowess or whatever, and if you weren’t too busy suffocating in your little pit of heartbreak, thinking about your best friend nonstop, you wouldn’t mind fucking Erwin again. And, again and again.
That’s not gonna happen, though. The heat of the moment is fading, every mental faculty returning to you, and despite the fact that you’re still seated on his cock, as you look down at him, you feel absolutely no spark.
He’s ridiculously attractive, pretty fucking brilliant but with a dumb sense of humor, and you love him. You really do. He’s done a lot for you over the last semester, made it at least somewhat bearable, but… This shouldn’t have happened.
Hopefully, it quelled his curiosity, though.
“I told you it would just make you feel shitty,” he mumbles, but he doesn’t look sad. Sympathetic more than anything, resigned that he’s probably going to have to pick up the pieces of another mess.
“Yeah,” you drawl. “You were right.” Your joints pop as you stand, towering over Erwin for once and leaking his fucking cum as you hop off the bed.
“It’s been known to happen from time to time,” he jokes absentmindedly, wiping a few drops of white off his stomach then reaching for the tissues on the nightstand.
You don’t feel awkward or out of place, but you have no idea what else to say. The only thing that comes to mind is, “I’m gonna take a shower,” as you walk toward the bathroom.
Erwin moves on the bed, stretching a little before grabbing his pants and leaving you to your devices, but you pause before stepping onto the tile, turn back and pace over to him.
“Hey,” you start, and Erwin glances up from the button of his khakis. “Thanks.”
He rolls his eyes, a small smile playing at his lips, and once he’s all zipped and buttoned up, he pulls you into a hug.
“I would say any time, but we probably shouldn’t do this again.”
“Yeah, probably not.”
You breathe into the space under his collarbone, humming as he gently scratches you back, then break away. “Alright, actually gonna shower now.”
Erwin nods, “You do that,” then slaps your ass as soon as you turn around.
You look at him over your shoulder with raised eyebrows, but he just winks and tells you, “I had to. Just once,” which is fair.
You run a hot shower, scrub the shit out of your skin, lather your hair with some fancy shampoo then rinse it off. Once you go through your full routine, you’re happy to change into pajamas and slip into the comfortable bed. You don’t even mind that the comforter is a little damp in various places.
*
You don’t stir when the door opens and closes, but you do when the mattress dips. Shifting slightly, you assume it’s just Erwin, falling back into your usual routine by slipping under the covers with you.
As soon as he lays behind you, though, you know it isn’t Erwin. You recognize that weight, that warmth, that smell, and you are very awake very quickly.
“M-Mike?”
All he offers is a little, “Mm,” to confirm.
You chew on the inside of your cheek, confused and clueless as to what you’re supposed to do.
“Are you drunk again?”
“No. Little buzzed.”
Why is he here, then? You want to ask—What is he doing? Why isn’t he with Rhi?
You start to turn to face him but you're stopped when Mike sets a hand on your back. It's oddly firm, keeping you in place as he grunts, "No, don't."
"What?"
"Don't turn around." His voice is hushed and choppy, like he's gritting out every syllable.
"Mike?"
"I have shit I wanna say to you, and I won't be able to if you're lookin' at me."
You have no idea how to respond to that, don't know if this is going to be a positive one-sided conversation where Mike confesses deep feelings while actually sober, or if he'll just unload all the baggage you've given him. Either way, you wish you could see his face. Something about having him laying behind you, close enough to feel his body heat, has you feeling very uneasy.
But, you nod, "Okay," trying to put on a brave face that he refuses to look at.
For a while, he just breathes. You assume it’s because he’s gathering his thoughts or maybe working up the courage to say something, but the suspense is making you shiver under your blankets. You have that terrible feeling in the pit of your stomach, the mix of anticipation and regret you get on the way up to the first drop of a rollercoaster.
“Why have you been lying to me?”
And, there’s that drop.
You swallow. “I haven’t been.”
“Bullshit.”
“Mike, I haven’t been!” You try to turn again, but his large hand is still right in the middle of your back.
“Do you think I’m fucking stupid?” His fingers close around the material of your shirt. You feel it tighten at your chest, making it hard to breathe—harder to breathe. “How are you gonna tell me that right after sleeping with him?”
You open your mouth to argue, realize you can’t make a case for yourself, and when you snap your jaw shut again, the sound of your teeth clacking seems to echo in your head.
Yesterday, you would have been able to talk to him about this and be honest when telling him you weren’t fucking his best friend. Now, though…
God, that had been such a bad decision. Why hadn’t you just listened to Erwin? Why can’t you fucking listen to anyone?
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Mike mutters. His grip loosens, but you can still feel a light tug at your shirt, the movement of fingers, and you think he might be rubbing over the material he’s still holding. “Pretty sure all of us could hear you guys goin’ at it, so… Thanks for that.”
You take a deep breath in, squeezing your eyes shut because it sinks in that this is not going to be nice conversation. This isn’t going to result in the two of you apologizing and making love confessions to each other.
“I… I’m sorry.”
Now, you’re grateful for not being able to see his face. You wouldn’t be able to stand looking at him right now, not when you know his expression will be grim—probably angry.
“I can’t really do anything with sorry,” Mike sighs. His hand drops from your back, but you make no move to turn over.
Your heart is like a hummingbird’s, beating frantically in your chest as that ache rises inside of you again, making your throat constrict and your eyes burn.
“Why’d you invite Rhi tonight?” You ask, hoping your sniffle isn’t too noticeable.
“Why does it matter?”
You suppose it doesn’t, but you still want to know, “Is it to get back at me, or is it because you’re actually into her?”
Mike scoffs. “Not that it’s any of your business, but do you think I’d be in your room at three in the fucking morning if I was into her?”
It’s probably the closest he’ll get to admitting it, but it’s all you need to hear. He’s been going out of his way to hurt you. At least any pain you’ve caused him wasn’t intentional. Until tonight, that is, and even then, you didn’t fuck Erwin to hurt him; you did it to help yourself.
Pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth, you hold back tears and mumble a thick, “Just wanted to know.”
“Want to make sure I’m still interested? That I’ll keep waiting for you to fucking realize—”
“I have—” You turn over roughly, pinning Mike’s hand under your ribs as you glare at him, but he manages to put more distance between the two of you when he yanks his arm back and sits up.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he tells you, and you think you hear his voice waver for a second.
The orange light pouring in from the bathroom is the only way you can tell his eyes are wide—worried—and it chills all the blood in your body.
“Wh-what d’you mean?”
“I mean, I can’t fucking do this anymore,” he repeats a little louder, drawing it out like it’ll help you understand. “I cannot deal with you anymore. I can’t keep feeling this way, okay?”
“Mike…”
“No,” he stops you, acts like he has something else lined up but bites his tongue and sighs. He sits cross-legged on the bed now, hangs his head as he speaks calmly, “This semester has fucking sucked. I am angry all the time. I can’t focus in class, and I can’t play lacrosse without getting in trouble, and I can’t fuck anyone else without feeling bad—I can’t fucking do anything without thinking of you, and I’m—” he looks at the wall and shakes his head. “I’m exhausted.”
“I am too,” you tell him, voice cracking as that lump in your throat grows and bubbles, pushing hot tears from your eyes that you quickly wipe away. “Mike, I am too, so can we just—”
“No,” he cuts you off again. “Whatever it is you’re about to say—move on, pretend it didn’t happen, pick up where we left off, whatever… the answer is no.”
He seems like he already has his mind made up, came into the room with a plan, and he isn’t gonna let you talk him out of it.
So, you stay as silent as you can, sniffing and swallowing and letting the comforter catch every teardrop.
“I have been… Right in front of you this whole time. I made myself completely available for a year—was at your beck and fucking call. I was—I mean—I was good to you, right?” He sounds incredulous, like he can barely believe he’s asking.
“Yeah,” you manage. “Yeah, you were.”
“Then, why…? Zeke? And, now Erwin?”
“Do you want me to try to explain, or do you just wanna rant for a while?”
Mike glances at you, looks surprised that you’d give him the option.
“Honestly, I don’t really wanna hear it. You’ve more than proved your point.”
Indignation swirls in your stomach alongside your nausea, and you press, “My point being?”
“That I’m not good enough.”
Oh, god. No, no, no. You could understand him being angry. You’re okay with him being angry, it’s fine. But, this—this feeling of inferiority? That is so much worse. It makes you sick. This is the last thing you’d ever want Mike to feel. It’s the last thing he should feel because it’s false. He has no reason—he’s too good and too kind and too warm. He’s like… He’s fucking sunshine. He can light up a room, and he doesn’t even know it.
“Mike, n-no,” your voice breaks, making you sound like a wounded animal. “You are so, so good. You are more than enough, I promise.”
He snorts in a self-deprecating manner. “Then, why—”
“Because I’m not good enough. I fucked this up. This is my fault, and I can own that as long as you know that there is absolutely no—nothing wrong with you,” the last part comes out as a squeak as you try not to hyperventilate and cry the way your body is urging you to. Not yet.
Mike nods a few times. You can see his mouth moving from the side like he’s biting his lip or sucking his teeth until he agrees, “Yeah,” then adds a quiet, “Whatever you say, babe,” that makes you want to throw up.
Mike scoots to the edge of the bed and stands. You assume he’s about to leave, let you be alone with your thoughts, so when he rounds the corner to get to your side, you sit up a little straighter.
Half of his face is illuminated, casting shadows under his eyes, highlighting the bruise on his neck that Rhi probably left, but your gaze is trained on his as he leans down to you. A finger hooks under your chin, and Mike tilts your face at an angle, kissing you so softly that it’s painful.
His lips are warm and familiar, everything you’ve been craving as they cover yours. There’s no tongue, no force, just light pressure as he inhales through his nose.
You know what this is, what he’s doing, but you can’t prepare yourself because there’s still that tiny string of hope you’re grappling for. He just needs a break. You just need to give him space. That’s all—
“I love you,” Mike murmurs. His voice is low and honest and slices you open. “I love you so fucking much it hurts, and I just—” He brushes a thumb over your lower lip as he pulls away, and it takes everything in you not to grab his hand and beg him to stay. “It’s like I hate you too.”
You pull away to wipe your face with the blanket. There’s so much you want to say but have no idea how to articulate it, so all you can do is stare at Mike with wide, watery eyes. He… hates you. He hates you.
Straightening, Mike’s expression is suddenly nonchalant, like he just flipped a switch in his brain. “I’m not exactly the social butterfly I used to be, but I wanna have fun my last semester of undergrad—make up for the time I lost fucking brooding over you, so—”
“I’ll stop going to the Pike house,” you tell him quietly. It’s easier to make the decision yourself rather than have to hear it from his mouth: Don’t come around anymore. I don’t want to see you.
“Cool. And, if you, like, see me on campus or anything—”
You cough, maybe gag, you can’t really tell at this point because wow, this just keeps getting worse.
“I won’t bother you.”
“Cool.” He bends to press another much more patronizing kiss to the crown of your head, then starts walking toward the door. “I’m just gonna try to move on, you know? Start fresh. And, you should do the same. Shouldn’t be too hard for you.”
You don’t watch him leave, just listen for the door to click shut behind him before you crawl out of bed, turn the lights on, and start packing your things.
You and Hitch drove together, but you have no doubt that she'll be able to get a ride with Nile, and with that thought, you’re out of the ranch house and on the road just as the first rays of the morning sun start shining over the horizon.
*
It’s surprisingly easy for Mike to slip back into his old, obnoxious persona, and the remainder of the school year is spent partying, fucking, and cramming for tests he should have studied for weeks in advance.
But, life is short, and he’s done beating himself up over stupid shit.
Most of his PKA brothers are happy to have him “back”, and the pledges get the chance to see this of him, but there are times when Mike catches Erwin or Nile shaking their heads at him. He doesn’t mind much. They can both go fuck themselves for all he cares.
True to your word, you don’t show your face around the house. There were a few weeks after the holiday get-together where Erwin would disappear for a few hours at a time and come back either tired or angry, sometimes a combination of the two.
He attempted to bring you up in a conversation a total of one time, right in the middle of a party where Mike had been eyeing up a sorority girl. He brushed his friend off, easily telling Erwin, “Don’t fuckin’ talk to me about her,” through the crooked grin he was flashing at the little blond across the room.
Erwin didn’t bother after that, obviously deeming Mike a lost cause.
Mike knows better, though. He isn’t lost anymore. In fact, he’s found himself all over again.
Every once in a while, he’ll catch a glimpse of you on campus, but whenever that happens, he just turns around and takes a different route to wherever he’s going. He doesn’t want to give you any reason to think you can talk to him—doesn’t want to give you the chance.
He’s spent too much of his time hung up on you, too much time pining and hurting, and that hasn’t disappeared entirely. Mike can still clearly remember the way you looked at him the last night the two of you spoke, the way your tears twinkled in the dim light. He remembers how strangled you sounded while speaking, remembers the way your shoulders shook as you fought your emotions, remembers the way your lips trembled against his.
It wasn’t very satisfying. Mike left the ranch house the following morning sporting a few bruises on the outside thanks to Rhi as well as a few bruises on the inside thanks to you.
That entire night had been a clusterfuck—between Maddie and Marie storming off to cry then the little stunt he pulled by inviting Rhi, it had been much too dramatic for a gathering of that size. Mike experienced a wide variety of emotions that night, but the one that stands out the most is the searing rage that threatened to burn him from the inside, the red the clouded his vision as soon as he heard you moan Erwin’s name through the wall.
Mike had already been toying with the idea of severing all ties with you, but that’s what pushed him over the edge, watching you put on your little show when Rhi walked in only to turn around and have a grand fucking time with his best friend.
It needed to happen. Mike needed to free himself of you. It feels good. Mostly. There are still some days he comes close to giving in, just picking up his phone and calling you, but he resists, and he’s better for it.
He gets through his classes, does well on his finals after actually putting in the time to prepare for them, and by the time Mike graduates, he’s already been accepted to the graduate program of his choice and has an internship lined up. The tension between him and Erwin has faded for the most part, which is great since he’s going to grad school in the same area up north. Things look… promising—something he didn’t think possible without you by his side, something he didn’t want to be possible without you by his side.
But, now, here he is, unpacking his new apartment with the help of Scout who insists on sniffing absolutely everything. He’s halfway across the country from his parents, away from all he’s ever known, and Mike couldn’t be more thrilled about it.
He can go full days without sparing you a thought now, and he hopes—he prays—that one day he’ll think of you for the last time in his life.
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Red Wine | What Turns a Man On
18+ SMUT
pairing(s): levi ackermann x f!reader
content: 69′ing with captain levi
a/n: sorry for any grammar errors! -scar <3
You held your fancy wine glass in an elegant manner; bringing it up to your lips. However, that classy facade fell short when you downed the entire glass as if it were water. The point of tonight was to mingle with Marleyan soldiers that were betraying their own country in favor of Eldian freedom.
In your head, tonight was a competition to see who could get drunk the fastest. And you were in the lead by a major feat.
“Seriously, Y/n?”, Connie questions. You glare at him.
“What?”
His judgmental gaze turns into a dramatic pout, “Without me?!”
Soon; you, Connie, and Sasha were drunk. Your booming voices and annoying laughter caught the attention of everyone in the room. “Ah..who let the idiots have wine?”, Levi groans to Hange.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Y/n this happy.”
You were lively. Mingling with everybody. You even got Jean and Eren into the mix. They became competitive with each other, and drank until Jean's face was on the table. “HA! Y/n, look! I won~”, Eren smiles at you.
You were the most fun anybody has had in ages.
It went too far, though, when you accidentally spilt red wine on Zeke’s white suit. “What the fuck?!”, he gasps. You look at the spreading stain on his pants with wide eyes. “I..I am so sorry!”
Zeke realizes it was you and softens. In a quick motion, you grab a napkin off a dinner table, dunk it in a glass of water, and attempt to wipe out the stain on his pants.
Zeke can’t help but just watch as you mindlessly rubbed away at his crotch.
You knew a few things..
But social cues were not one of them. In sincere truth; you really were dense when it came to stuff like this.
But that didn’t matter when everyone is watching in shock.
You decide that the stain is never coming out and grab your wine glass, “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay.”, Zeke shrugs it off. You take note of the sly smile he had. You felt relieved. Maybe he wasn’t that upset about it after all.
You’re suddenly grabbed by the hair, and everyone watched as you are unfashionably escorted out of the room.
You’re thrown against a wall—immediately scolded.
“Do you have a death wish?”
The voice makes you look up with bambi eyes. “Captain?”
You stumble back when he approaches you and end up on your ass like an idiot. He grabs your hair again, “It was okay for you to drink, but to make Zeke hard like that in front of your comrades?”
His grip tightens and you wince, “Are you truly that dumb?”
You shake your head profusely, “H-Hard? No he wasn’t!”
“Why do you think he was smiling like a kid in a candy shop?”
You yell, “How the hell am I supposed to know that would turn someone on?!”
Levi lets go of you and debates his next steps. He gets down to your level and uses his gloved hands to spread your legs wide open. Your dress barely covered over your underwear, and it made you blush intensely.
“W-What are you doing?!”
He takes the wine glass in your hand and splashes it in the same manner you did to Zeke. He takes his right glove off to reach for his handkerchief, and starts rubbing your inner thighs.
You immediately slap a hand on your mouth. His hand danced from your inner thighs to your pussy. Rubbing endlessly on your clit.
“O-Okay! I get it now! You can stop, I’m sorry!! I won’t ever do that again.”, You grab ahold of his arm.
“Why, are you turned on?”, he asks condescendingly, pressing his middle finger slightly into you. The barrier of the napkin and your underwear saved you from any more embarrassment.
“Yes!”, you angrily blush. He scoffs and you almost regret telling him to stop. “If you need any more help knowing what turns a man on so you don’t embarrass yourself like that again, let me know. For now, just go home. You’re done for the night.”
Before Levi leaves your view completely, you wobble over to him. You grab a hold of his hand and ask, “I, uh..can you tell me what turns a man on?”
You’re now in Levi’s room.
On his bed, more specifically.
You’re sitting awkwardly on the edge and he’s in the chair across from you.
“Men can get hard from physical touch. Sexual or not. What you did was the perfect example.” You sink into your shoulders. Ugh. “However, there are some perverted men that can get hard at just the sight of something they find attractive.”
“So they get hard over everything, basically?”
Levi nods, “Depends who we’re talking about. Most of it is all in here.”, he taps on his head, “Thoughts are powerful. Get a man started on just one dirty thought, and their mind will run freely.”
You sigh into your palms, “Now I really feel like an idiot.”
“It’s okay. You didn’t know”, he shrugs.
Sexual Education wasn’t exactly a hot topic in Paradis. There was only 1 school where you grew up, and they taught you mostly about titans; how to kill them and how to survive.
“What about you?”
“Hm?”, Levi looks up
“What turns you on?”
Silence.
You feel a sweat bead ready to fall from your forehead. Did I mess up again?
“Why does that concern you?”
“Um, so I don’t make another mistake?” Goddamnit, Y/n. You can at least sound sure of yourself.
“I already told you what turns me on.”
You blink. Eh? You think back to what he said merely minutes ago, and go through a process of elimination. Okay, well, Levi isn’t a pervert. Sure, he’s a man. But he won’t die without sex...
“Thoughts and touching?”
He nods.
“Hm.”, you think. What else can he be into? Well, cleaning is one thing.. “Role play?”
His brow raises, “Elaborate.”
“Like..sexy maid outfits and making someone call you captain in bed.”
He tilts his head, “I never thought about that.”
You giggle nervously, “Haha, well. I guess I was wrong.”
There’s awkward silence in the room. Levi is looking at you stare at everything else in the room except for him.
“What turns you on?”
You burn up, “Touch.”
“Anything specific?”
You look off to the side, “Hair pulling and..what you did earlier, I guess.”
When you turn to look at him, you’re met with his belt. “So, all those years that I’ve been pulling your hair..?”
You nod up to him, “It’s turned me on.”
He’s peering down on you with a clenched jaw. The way his eyes are literally boring into your soul makes you feel small. What exactly was going on in his head? How did it get to this point?
He breaks eye contact with you and just clenches his fists. Hm? You stare directly in front of you and see the bulge in his pants. Oh.
“Captain.”
“Yes?”, he doesn’t look at you.
You take your hand and gently rub up and down his clothed cock. Levi snaps his neck to look down at you.
“Is this okay?”, you ask coyly. Those damned bambi eyes..
There was no more being clueless. You knew exactly what you were doing now. What you wanted, and what he wanted.
Levi places his hands on the bed so he can kiss you. It’s slow and passionate.
His tongue got familiar with yours in ways that made you feel butterflies. So this is what it’s like to get excited by just a kiss.
The two of you pull away for breath. “Yes, it’s okay.”, he finally answers. You put your hand back on his cock. This time, unzipping his pants and rubbing him through his boxers.
He lets you do whatever you want.
You put your hand down his underwear and can’t believe how nice it feels. “You’re huge.”, you say honestly. His lips fall agape before he kisses you again. You loved to be dominated by him, but you still wanted to follow through with what you were going to do before.
You roll over on top and push him back. He’s confused when you straddle him with your head facing his feet. It didn’t register in his head what you were about to do, until he felt your lips on the tip of his cock.
He fists the sheets, getting filled to the brim with arousal. You kissed the tip, licked it, sucked on it, playfully tapped it against your tongue. You wanted to make him lose his mind.
Levi is face to face with your open legs. You feel a tug on your underwear and cry out when his tongue on you. In you.
You pop off his dick with a moan. Was he seriously going to eat you out at the same time? “Don’t stop sucking until I cum.”, he orders you.
“Yes, Levi.”
He lands a solid smack on your right ass cheek. The sound that leaves your mouth is actually embarrassing. It’s a mix between a scream and a moan.
“Is that how you address your superior?”
You bite your lip, “S-Sorry, Captain.”
He smiles and kisses your clit, “That’s a good girl.”
The compliment is enough to have you deep throating his cock.
The position is a never ending cycle of stimulation. With his tongue working wonders on you, you can’t stop moaning on his dick. He returns that vibrating feeling back on your most sensitive areas—moaning into your pussy.
It’s enough to make you cum on his face.
You stop sucking on his cock so you can enjoy this euphoria. “Agh!! Fuck.”
He lets you ride on his tongue like a desperate whore. The aftershocks of your orgasm are toe-curling.
You collapse to the side and shakingly crawl back down to his legs. He watched as you put your mouth back on him, looking up into his eyes.
“Fuck, y/n.”, he grips onto your hair just how you said you like it, “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Again with the compliments. You’re now determined to make him cum like it’s your life purpose.
“Take it out of your mouth, I’m going to cum.”, he says softly.
Instead, you suck as hard and fast as you can. He moans in surprise, “S-Stop!”
You use your hands for the rest of his length that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. He pulls your head back so you’re looking up at him, “If you don’t stop, I’ll cum in your mouth!”
You give him the dirtiest look he’s ever seen. Your cheeks are red, you have tears brimming in your eyes from your orgasm before, and there’s saliva running down the corners of your mouth. Wow..
“Don’t worry. I’ll swallow it all, Captain.”
Soon, he’s spilling down your throat. “Jesus Christ, Y/n.”, he groans. You swallow every drop and don’t pull off until there’s nothing left. Once you both had a chance to collect yourselves, he kisses you.
Your eyes widened.
You can taste yourself on his tongue. And you’re sure he could taste himself too. It’s such a lewd feeling. Was it bad to like it this much?
You’re now both lying down against the pillows with the sheets over your body.
“Ah..I’m so tired.”, you sigh, giggling.
“Go ahead and sleep. I’ll wake you up in time for tomorrow.”, he pushes your hair back out of your face.
“Okay.”, you reply softly.
#levi ackerman#shingeki no kyoujin imagine#attack on titan#levi smut#smut#attack on titan smut#Levi Ackerman x reader#levi x you#Levi ackermann smut#attack on titan imagine#eren yeager smut#jean kirschtein x reader
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Name: Sudden Meltdown
You= Y/N Ackerman
College AU
Fast forward two lessons and I was sitting in the stuffed cafeteria with a fat cake on my plate, trying my hardest to ignore every chaotic thing going on in the huge round hall by chewing on more than I could possibly handle.
"Uh oh, she's stuffing her mouth, why are you mad?" Pieck nudged me. I had no choice but to groan and roll my eyes. Porco and Zeke were sat in front of us, already knowing why I was irritated. "She won't shut the fuck up for one damn second," I mumbled, my gaze averted to Historia standing on the table, barking out bullshit.
Reiner and Annie let out a scoff in sync, both keeping their focus on their phones. Bertholdt laughed awkwardly and played with his fork. "It'll die down soon." He said.
"No, does she think she's some kind of main character or something? Her standing on the table and giving a speech about violence isn't going to stop Eren and Jean fighting like two petty drag queens." I rolled my eyes and continued. "If it did work then they would have stopped arguing by now."
"I'm surprised you haven't gotten used to it." Yelena sat across Pieck and I with her usually half-empty tray. "No, everyone secretly finds it cringe, I can't be the only one."
"Mmm, I don't know Y/N, it seems like you are," Zeke smirked and slightly leaned out of the way. Suddenly, students from our class clapping for her came into my already crimson view. "I just want to drop-kick her damn it." I stabbed the cake, earning a tissue rubbing against my mouth and cheeks.
"Not while looking like a baby who can't feed themselves," Pieck said, wiping the corners. All of our friends chortled as she treated me like a child. "What a supportive friend you are(!)" I sighed and took my earphones out of my backpack so I could block out the blonde's agitating voice.
Why was I getting so mad? I had no idea. Perhaps it was because her words were so repetitive and held no meaning to them. "Maybe you're jealous." Porco smugly said. I responded with a growl. "Of what?"
"I don't know, the fact that almost every guy has had a crush on her or that she's prom queen every year or you aren't as feminine as her or maybe"-
"Shut up. I get it." I grunted, stubbornly crossing my arms and glaring away from everyone. "Don't talk with your mouth open, Pocco."
"Don't tell me what to do! Peepee!"
Ignoring Pieck and Porco, my weakened glower settled on Reiner, who was boringly drinking water, leaning against the chair like a careless kid at a boring lecture. "Rei?" He suddenly stopped drinking, his eyes dragging to me creepily. He hummed with his cheeks full of liquid.
"You okay? I never see you eating nowadays." This was a better subject to start rather than that annoying short drama queen. The tall man grinned sheepishly and shook his head. "I ate too much in the morning so I don't have an appetite right now."
"I don't believe that, you aren't as beefy as you used to be," I snickered, squinting my eyes at him. "I bet Porco must be so happy now." Zeke abruptly said to himself. Our attention darted towards the bearded guy, making him look up and proceed. "He's jealous of Reiner's boobs and tries to grow his"-
"What?! Pfft no, I don't! Where d-did you get that from!?"
"Read it in your diary."
Porco began his usual rampage on privacy and why having Zeke as a roommate was like sharing with an obnoxious monkey, making us facepalm at the two. I turned towards Reiner who blushed slightly. I laughed and shook my head at how shy he could become.
By the time their argument turned into playful insults with Pieck and Yelena reacting to all their crappy comebacks, Bertholdt and Annie left the table with each other, in love as always. I got up from my seat and sat next to Reiner since the seat next to him was now empty.
"You know," He started, "You don't need to be jealous of Historia, you're just as good if not, better than her." The heat in my cheeks radiated my entire face. "At least to me," He added with a small smile, suddenly widening his eyes.
"Oh- sorry was that weird?" He laughed awkwardly. "Not at all, weirdo." I smiled at him, loving the view. How could Annie be staring at her phone when she had such perfection sitting next to her?
"Now come with me, let's both get some milk!" I snatched his hand and forced him up with me. He widened his eyes at how abrupt I was being, not having the heart to say no.
Reiner had some issues he never speaks about to people. He's amazing, the way he tries to heal his wounds by healing everyone else's. Out of all the questions I had, I'd have to ask him why. Why he covers his pain up by smiling, which technically is like adding wood to fire.
After taking a croissant and a cookie, I took him out to the benches on campus, no one really goes there now because it was raining in the morning.
Still, I threw my jacket on it and told him to sit down. Before he could decline, I pressed on his shoulders and forced him on it. The jacket was long enough for the both of us so I sat down right next to him.
"Reiner." I mumbled, biting into my cookie and shoving the croissant on his lap. "Y/N... I really"-
"Shut up and eat it, I'm sick of pretending to believe your lies."
His hand shook slightly and his lips quivered, turning his head away from me so that I wouldn't see. My heart shattered into a million pieces upon seeing him try to hide a cry.
"Rei..." I whispered, reaching for his slumped shoulder. "I'm just worried about you, we're besties aren't we?"
"Y/N... I don't deserve anything or anyone." He finally said. Despite the fact it was sad, at least he said something.
"No, please don't tell me this is how you've been thinking?" I bit my lip and remembered how he had PTSD and his room was all for himself, he had no roommate and stays in silence for the whole night, panicking with no one to help.
The silence he was giving me frustrated me more than it should, the fact that he wasn't saying anything about this. Judging by his weight loss it had been at least two weeks. "How long?" I asked carefully.
"Every night..." He finally looked at me. His usually golden, passion-filled eyes were dull with a spike of pain glistening in them. The corners bloodshot as he tried to contain the tears.
"You've been strong for too long, it's ok to cry..." I slithered my arm around his shoulders and gently laid his head against the crook of my neck. His shoulders shook and his breath was shaking as he finally let it out, sobbing into my neck.
From time to time, he'd let out a loud groan by accident, sniffling to lower his voice so that no one could hear but himself. "You matter so much to me, I swear to god, Rei." My fingers raked through his short blonde hair that had grown over time, my other hand rubbing his back.
"I want Reiner Braun. No one else." I told him, knowing why he was putting on the older brother impression all the time.
"He- He's nothing..."
"He's everything to me, why would you want to take away my everything?"
Suddenly, the sniffling stopped and the tears running down my neck halted at my sweater, soaking the collar. His face came into view when he sat up, gazing at me as if I had stated the craziest thing. His bronze pools switched from my left to my right pupil, drowning in my sincerity.
"You know how shit my days here would be without your dumb ass to flirt and make the most himbo jokes?" I giggled, my palm snaking up to his jaw and feeling his stubble gently prick my fingers as I caressed him.
Even though he hadn't said a word, I could only wish I made him feel better about himself because I had not only stated the truth, I exposed myself, my weakness. Although I don't show my appreciation as much as I should, I do need him, life would collapse without the idiot...
"Now, if you take my everything away from me, I'll despise you with every inch of my body," I said, melting when his hand laid on top of mine, leaning into my touch.
"That's not a lot of inches." He mumbled into my palm, making me lightly laugh. "Bastard." He weakly smirked at my playful insult.
"Come here." I sat on my knees so that I was higher than him and rested his head against my chest, my arms tight and secure around him.
"Mm..." I heard his muffled voice say, "Every time you hug me I feel so safe..." My heart skipped a beat, surely I wasn't supposed to hear that considering how low his voice was.
"You won't tell anyone... right?" He said, taking a deep breath in. I could sense him relaxing in my embrace, reassuring not only him but me.
"Of course not, let's just try and get you a break from school, a week should do it... right?" My hand rested on the back of his head even when he moved to face me.
"We have a lot of work for the school play though... the equipment needs building, who'll do the backstage lighting and help with props and what"-
"REI! Relax yourself, himbo. It's only a week."
"No."
"Reiiiii!" I whined, ignoring the thunder that had just struck. "Are you telling me you wouldn't want a week holiday with me?"
"I do, Y/N but we can't." He held onto my waist, careful not to squeeze my sides because he's well aware I'm ticklish there. "I can heal..."
My head unknowingly shook from side to side, "Rei you don't understand, I'm worried for you, healing by yourself... are you sure it'd work?" Silence...
Just as he was about to open his mouth, synced whistling broke our eye contact in the now heavy rain. Our gazes were met by the most annoying trio, Connie, Sasha and Jean wriggling their eyebrows at us. I heard Reiner uncomfortably sigh, cutting his breath off mid-way.
Abruptly, Jean began humming careless whisper out loud with his bothersome voice, Connie singing the lyrics with Sasha weirdly dancing in front of them as if they were in a ninja trio for matchmaking. "Tonight the music seems so LOUD! I WISH THAT WE COULD LOSE THIS CROWD! BABY! IT'S BETTER THIS WAY!"-
"You kids never shut up," We all flinched at the sudden appearance of Levi in the rain, standing proudly at his size. "First of all, it's 'maybe it's better this way', second of all your singing is so bad that the thunderstorm got worse, third of all, Braun and Ackerman, both of you get to class this is not a cheesy ass romance movie!"
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Ok but Sasha Connie and Jean doing careless whisper is 100% canon, like it's too funny not to be true, I’m just chucking this into tumblr LMAO
#reiner braun#reiner x reader#reiner#attack on titan#connie springer#levi ackerman#LMAO sorry I'm dumping ishdiefse
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Title: Lovebug (5/10)
Summary:
“It might be a bug.”
“A bug?”
“Sometimes the developers of this application make mistakes. This is our first time meeting I’m sure so…Isn’t it a bit weird that we just met for the first time and it rings like this? And for two strangers to coincidentally ring each other’s alarms?“
Levi is the developer of the Love Alarm App and Hange is married to Zeke.
Link to cross-postings: AO3
Other Chapters: 1 2 3 4
The golf course was big, big enough that his Levi’s first instinct was to contemplate the size.
He had attempted quick calculations that got nowhere, only detailed enough for him to realize, golf courses were a total waste of space. They were large green spaces that could have held happy pedestrians, happy families and maybe a few more houses. Yet, they were areas which only housed a few players at a time.
And how many times had he repeated variations of that soft tirade to himself since they arrived there that morning?
Maybe he was being a little too harsh, he thought to himself a few times.
Then he realized, maybe he would have been nicer, if he had managed to shake off the last bouts of sleepiness having woken up at five in the morning. Maybe he would have been nicer if the grass didn’t crunch under him in such an unflattering manner. Maybe he would have been nicer if the only pair of shoes he had brought with him to the country club weren’t a clean shade of white.
And maybe he would have been nicer if golf wasn’t such a deceptively easy sport.
He would have definitely been nice if he had been in a better mood that morning. And maybe he would have been in a better mood if Zeke hadn’t been just a little too amused at his apparent discomforts.
He was sure the only thing he had to do was hit the ball with a golf club and hit it a few more times until he reached the hole. To hell with strokes and strategy, there was no winning against Zeke.
He wasn’t at all dispirited. He wasn’t an idiot either. It was a valid conclusion to stumble upon after realizing that hitting the small white ball balanced on a tee wasn’t as straightforward as they made it look on Youtube.
“Is this your first time playing Ackerman?” Zeke asked. He was definitely more cordial than yesterday. The past two minutes of accidentally hitting air instead of the ball though had Levi a little more perceptive of the minute movements on Zeke’s face, the sliver of a smile and the slight raise of eyebrows.
Next to him was Hange. He had a snuck a glance at her a few times and unfortunately, her expression was unreadable.
“I haven’t played in years,” Levi said. In fact, he had never played at all, let alone set foot on a golf course. After rambling on about tea time for the past few minutes, expressing genuine excitement at the prospect of ‘tea time,’ Levi realized he had two embarrassments to pick from. He could admit to having never played golf in his life and potentially lose brownie points with Hange or he could just subtly imply that maybe he hadn’t played for so long that he had gotten a little rusty.
Very rusty. Levi feigned a look of surprise and a nod of his head as he accidentally hit the air instead of the golf ball for the third time that morning.
The golf club was just a little too thin and the ball was just a little too round, Levi justified. And you never played golf in your life. His conscience reminded him.
“Maybe you should do some practice shots before you move on to the actual course,” Erwin suggested.
Levi had made two lucky yet still very sloppy shots. “It’s fine, I can keep playing,” he said. I just have to get my swing back. He would have added if guilt and shame hadn’t been such a looming emotion.
“Or you could try to do some practice swings before you hit the ball. It can help fix your aim,” Hange added, her tone was evidence enough of her good intentions.
Zeke shrugged. “Or you could just keep trying to hit. If you wanna waste your strokes on that, I see no problem with you swinging.”
“Waste… my strokes?” Levi asked. He had read on strokes that night. To win a golf tournament, the player had to hit the ball into all eighteen holes in the golf course.
It was a very simple sport which turned out to have more nuances than Levi had bothered to check the night before.
“Well, if you try to swing and miss the ball, that counts as one stroke,” Hange explained matter-of-factly.
“Wait… so that means I have other strokes… Aside from those I counted?”
“Ideally yes,” Zeke said. “By that confused look on your face, I’m assuming though that you haven’t been counting them.”
Levi’s eyes had been too wide and maybe he had been blinking just a little too fast. He looked down, pretending to focus on the small white ball in front of him. From his peripherals, he was watching Zeke. When he realized he had no control of his expression, he decided he wasn’t going to look up until Zeke looked away from him. “Should I be counting them?” Levi mustered.
“Ideally yes.” Zeke repeated, in the exact same tone as a second ago. “But you know Levi… if you haven’t played in a long time, then maybe we could allow you to make as many air shots as you want. It makes for some great practice. Think of it as training wheels on a bike or those floaties in a pool.”
“I don’t need a handicap.” I’m not a beginner. Levi would have added if the subtle weight of that white lie wasn’t hampering him at that moment.
“Well, I don’t wanna win against someone who is averaging scores way over par either,” Zeke said. “It’s not fun.”
“Over par?” Levi pulled his scoresheet out of his pocket. Until a moment ago, he had been proud of the fact that he had managed to hit the ball into the hole. The clack of the ball against the walls of the hole before it sank into the bottom had lightened his mood a bit. The woosh of the club, the sound of the bottom hitting the tea had been oddly satisfying.
At first glance, ‘over par’ had sounded like a compliment or something neutral at the least. The wry smile Hange had given him though had him nitpicking his scorecard.
“Well, the last five holes were par-three holes,” Hange said. She wasn’t lying, just below the table on Levi’s score card were a row of numbers next to the word ‘par.’
“Meaning any golfer worth their salt would finish them in three strokes,” Zeke added.
The numbers just above the three were all above tens and Levi had been proud of the eight, strangely proud. His mind had been petty enough to bring with it flashbacks of Erwin and Zeke hitting more than three strokes in some holes. The more logical side of his mind though was arguing two much more reasonable points. Firstly, Zeke and Erwin had never gone above ten strokes, he was sure of that. Secondly, they never completely missed the ball mid swing.
“Well, there’s still progress,” Hange came up from behind him and pointed at the scorecard. “You have a seventeen for the first hole… but the second ones are nearer to ten and look, you have an eight here,” Hange said pointing at the fourth column. She looked at Zeke and Erwin standing just a few feet away. “He’s just getting used to it. He’ll be fine.”
“Well, we still have thirteen more holes,” Erwin said. “You have a lot of time to get your swing back.”
Thirteen holes? Right, a full golf course had eighteen holes. He remembered reading about that. He didn’t expect to be completely exhausted after the first five though.
***
It didn’t get easier. In fact, it only got harder and the scorecard was a good guide. The numbers next to the word ‘par’ only got bigger and bigger the farther they walked and Levi was also starting to fear losing the ball among shrubs or having it just plop aimlessly into one of the bodies of water that were scattered across the greens.
If it falls, does someone have to swim in and get it? It was a ridiculous question to occupy himself with then. The country club was occupied by the richest of the rich, no one would bother to even get a golf ball that falls into a pond. Still, the past few holes had been nothing but surprises. Levi had admitted to himself early on that he was utterly lost. He was even starting to lose trust in his quick ability to deduce and answer such ridiculous questions. He was aware enough to know it was dumb enough to ask anyway.
“You’re making par-fives look easy. It’s definitely your years in the driving range paying off now.” Zeke was definitely not talking to him. His voice was too gentle, too reverent that for a good few moments, Levi almost believed it had been Erwin talking.
“Zeke mentioned that you had a good range,” Erwin said, making the contrast of Zeke and Erwin’s voice all the more distinct.
“It’s the closest thing we can get to golf back in the city,” Hange said. “Besides, it’s a good way to let off some…” She chose that moment to hit the ball with one fell swoosh, one flick of the wrist. “Steam!” For a few seconds after, she was breathing a little harder.
Although Levi tried, he could barely make out the white ball among the greens a good few yards away.
“You always had a lot of steam to let out,” Zeke quipped.
“And that’s why the driving range is my favorite part,” Hange said, a smile playing at her lips, her eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled. And the object of such a cute and playful expression had been Zeke Jaeger. Still, it was a cute expression Levi had managed to enjoy from a distance.
Hange was smiling more. Her eyes were brighter and she was walking with longer, more confident strides than a while ago. As if she was in her natural habitat.
It had taken a little longer than a few minutes to catch up to the ball she had just thrown yards away. Levi was counting and everything happened a little too quickly. Hange got the hole in three solid strokes.
“An eagle! That’s your fourth bird today." Surprisingly, Zeke had the ability to be a bundle of pride, particularly when it was Hange next to him, and his arm was around her again.
"What can I say? I've been practicing," Hange responded.
Levi turned to the sky above him, searching the blue for some familiar shadow. No birds. Of course it would be a metaphor.
A metaphor which a half hour binge of golf videos did not prepare him for.
Levi was tempted to do a quick Google search then. His phone was safely tucked in his golf bag though and Hange had been too good of a view to miss.
The strides remained confident. Even crouched down dropping the ball on the tee, Hange had been domineering, confident. She continued to hit ball after ball in pounces and swishes.
Like an eagle. A condor. An albatross. All prowling, ready to swoop down at their prey.
The bird metaphors never ended. When Levi listened closely, he started to realize, Erwin and Zeke never actually stopped mentioning terms like eagles, birdies and boogies. When it was Hange’s turn to hit, Zeke was always mentioning a bird.
Birdies. Eagles. Albatrosses. “You think you can manage an ostrich?” Zeke asked. That was the first time Levi heard the word ostrich in the past few hours and such an ungraceful animal mentioned among all other graceful predators had him letting out a cough in surprise.
“You know, no one’s ever managed it. I’ve never done a condor in my life either,” Hange said.
“This is your last chance to get one for this course,” Zeke said.
“I’m not aiming for one,” Hange said.
Levi only had to look at the scorecard to realize that was their last hole for the day. He stared down a little lower to see a six under the empty box.
A par-six hole. So any golfer worth their salt would get the ball to the hole in six strokes. All the numbers next to the par were the numbers he should have been aiming for. Looking up at his own score, he was reminded that his numbers were usually twice or even thrice the numbers in the par row.
He thought back to Erwin, Zeke and Hange who had waited right behind him while he missed swings, missed holes when his balls were only inches away and concluded for himself that the numbers were a very reasonable estimate. He was still very much over par.
A below par golfer. It was a shitty joke. But.when the only thing keeping him following the three seasoned golfers was his self esteem that his been whittled at for hours, his mind was seeking comfort in the smallest yet most ridiculous things.
“Levi, you go first since you’re probably going to take more strokes anyway,” Zeke said.
Levi felt his hairs bristled at that. Zeke’s voice had been too near, too abrupt and Levi had been too busy surveying his surroundings for the flag.
Where is the hole? Levi opened his mouth to ask. The question died into a fake cough though when the red flickered for a second, just beyond the tall greens in front of him. “So, we get it to the other side of that?” He pointed one slightly shaky finger at the overgrowth in front of him.
Zeke shrugged. “Or you can go around it.”
“Going around might be a better idea,” Erwin said. “ He drew a half circle with his hand, tracing the trajectory of whatever ball he would probably be hitting. “Grass and trees might affect your swing.”
“You can hit a curveball.” The tone and the content of the suggestion framed it as almost good-intentioned advice. Zeke had narrowed his eyes at Levi as he said it.
Levi could barely even hit a decent ball. And you think I can do a curveball? He looked away from Zeke and at the more friendly landscape next to the mini forest. He wasn’t aiming for anything under par anyway.
Ending that damn course with remaining dignity would be nice and all he had to do was play it safe.
“You face your club a little to the left and swing to the right. It makes the ball spin.” Hange spoke up in the few second long silence.
Levi jumped at the abrupt yet mellow voice. A sound of the clack of metal and Levi instinctively looked down to find the ball had fallen off the tee. He bent down, ready to pick it up.
“Sorry, did I scare you?” Hange asked. Her movements weren’t helping to calm Levi down either. Whether she had even noticed it or not, when she had crouched down next to Levi. And her presence had come out of nowhere, a phantom in his peripherals, just like the her voice of a while ago that Levi found himself having to keel over, placing one hand on the floor just to avoid tripping over.
The ball started to roll further away. Hange was quick to catch it. “Yeah, you seem pretty jumpy today. It really has been a while since you played huh?” She placed the ball on the tee. “A curveball will save you the hazard of going into the forest or going too far right instead of forward,” she explained.
“Maybe you should teach him how to swing the club first before teaching him to curve the ball,” Zeke chided.
“He had enough holes to practice. Who knows, he might just make it under par for the last one,” Hange said.
“On a par-three hole maybe, not for a par-six one.” Erwin shook his head, a ghost of a playful smile on his face.
“Either way, we’re used to waiting for him to finish anyway,” Zeke said. “We had seventeen holes to get used to it.”
I can at least try. In response, whatever was left of Levi’s dignity echoed Hange’s last few pieces of advice. Club facing left, swing to the right. Words weren’t the best guide though. Levi only realized it for himself when his mind went on overdrive.
Which left? Whose left? Which right? Whose right? He could have sworn Hange had been in front of him for a second. And what is the point of coordinating all these movements? He concluded, there were things he would only ever learn through doing.
And his body hadn’t still even gotten used to the flick of his wrist, the unnatural weight of the golf club and the need to make sure the club actually hit the ball. He had been thinking everything at once in that split second it had taken to hit the ball. At the same time, he had managed to face his club left, swing a little to the right.
Or he could have sworn he did. In that split second, Levi lost sight of the ball. He stared at the sky for a few seconds before deciding, it probably wasn’t there. He turned to the flat land to his right, no white specks either.
He heard the beginnings of a laugh just behind him.
Zeke’s laugh. “You really hit your ball there huh?”
“Is it out of bounds?” Levi asked, stifling whatever emotion was creeping out of him. It turned out much easier to just keep his voice monotone.
“Well, technically it’s not. It’s still playable,” Erwin said. “But if you look at the terrain…”
When Levi squinted he saw it, beyond the greens was a little dirty brown then just beyond it the speck of red.
“You’re years too early for an exhibition, Levi,” Zeke said.
“I think it’s playable.” Hange’s voice probably wasn’t the voice of reason but it was a source of comfort though.
She pulled a club from her golf bag and positioned herself to hit her own ball. She did a few practice swings, biting her lower lip in concentration.
Her motions were coming out, disjointed, so stark of a contrast from a while ago that Levi clearly recalled her own seamless movements until that moment. Her own hit had ended with her swinging position just a little too loose, the ball flying aimlessly a good few feet above him then the soft rustle of trees.
Hange looked back at them, a light shrug of defeat. Or acceptance. Her shrug had been too much of a big ham though to have been anything worth pitying. “I guess I’ll be playing through the forest too,” she said.
***
“You know there’s a time limit to finding your ball,” Hange said.
It was definitely an attempt to make conversation. Since they entered the forest, Hange had been seemingly restless, she was hummed, she tutted. Only when Levi grunted in return did that little exchange even become somewhat more coherent.
“Well, then I lose,” Levi said.
“No, you don’t get disqualified if you don’t find it. You just get a stroke penalty and you can start---”
“Well, I think I’m done for the day anyway.” That admission was enough to pull some of the weight off of his shoulders. When it was just Hange there, somehow it had been easier to hint, he wasn’t at all enjoying his morning.
For a few seconds longer, they were silent, save for the rustle of the crunch of the leaves below, the rustle of branches. Hange could have been making a sound. If the raising of eyebrows, the pursing of lips and the shifting of features into a wide smile could have counted as one.
He didn’t have the leeway to think too much into it though. Before he could stare and contemplate for a while longer, Hange broke the silence. “I’m guessing you actually never played golf.” She was saying it too gleefully like she had just caught him stealing a cookie from a cookie jar.
He had feared Hange seeing right through him until that moment. Such an exchange had come out almost anticlimactic. “You’re right. I never did. I grew up in the city and we don’t get a lot of golf courses in the city and country club memberships are expensive.”
“Why did you say you did? And you seemed so excited…” Hange trailed off. There was a disappointment in her tone, apparent enough to send a dull stab of guilt through him.
Levi sighed. “I thought of tea time not tee time,” he admitted.
“Tea time?” Hange asked.
Levi put his finger to his mouth, putting one pinky up in emphasis. “Tea time.”
Hange put the a cup made of air to her mouth in response. The raised pinky must have done the trick. “Like cups and kettles and shortbread tea time?” She asked.
Levi let out a deep sigh. “That would have been nice.”
“You should have told me! We could have organized one.”
“Really? Under Zeke’s sponsorship?”
“Well we have one more night here so what about after we go to the beach this afternoon. I can call the house have them prepare something---”
“Zeke is paying. I’d rather not…”
“Believe me, he’ll be in a good mood after this.”
Levi raised one eyebrow. “Really? After this?”
“He’s beating Erwin,” Hange said. “And Zeke likes winning if you haven’t noticed.” She stopped on her tracks and leaned back on the tree.
Levi only had to look back at the chess matches and the mahjong matches to see the truth in Hange’s explanation. “How’s your score?”
Hange pulled out her scorecard and handed it to him. His first instinct was to stare once again at the par numbers below before looking up again at the numbers on top. The view was definitely new to him. His own had been filled with two digit numbers at the top, double or even triple the par. Hange’s scorecard was clean, all one digit numbers, rarely above five. “He’s beating Erwin but he’s not beating me,” she admitted.
Levi only realized a second later that his jaw dropped. He moved to close his mouth. Zeke had been loud, his presence glaring. Erwin had been silent but he had given too much unsolicited advice that Levi had watched more closely begrudgingly counting the number of strokes.
Hange though had been silent, she had been focused on hitting the ball and although she had given advice, she had been subtle, she had been soft spoken about it.
Then he remembered the terms. Boogey. Birdy. Eagle. “Zeke told me you got an ‘eagle’”
“Eagle. Two strokes under par. I got one over here,” Hange said, pointing at a three.”And I got some ‘birdies.’” Levi didn’t do his research but the quick deduction that came with staring at the par numbers and Hange’s own numbers just one below par were enough for him to figure it for himself. “So you’ve been playing for a while.”
“I played this course a lot. I’d go alone when Zeke’s busy,” Hange said. “Sometimes when we’re back in the city, I’d go to the driving range to---”
“To let off some steam.”
Hange nodded. “Well Zeke spends a lot of time working, thinking about investments, stocks…. And Married life gets stressful. Sometimes, it gets surprisingly lonely.”
“You have your own thing going on though right? You have research, investments…”
“Definitely, but I can’t even count the number of times Zeke takes me here, only to ditch for a meeting or another emergency,” Hange said. “So it’s nice to be here with other people. Thanks for coming,” she added, her voice much softer than a while ago.
“Thanks for being patient with a newbie.”
Hange put her hands up in surprise. “No, I’m happy to be playing here,” she said. “You know, the many times Zeke and I played this course together, he never went this route for the final hole.”
“Have you?” Levi asked.
By the way Hange was navigating just a little too confidently, Levi realized he didn’t need a verbal answer.
Hange was still kind enough to supply one. “I told you right? I played this course too many times to count…” She walked ahead. “Our balls went to the same area, past the forest and you’ll see at the end of this why Zeke refuses to play here.”
Levi continued to follow, pushing leaves, branches and undergrowth back when necessary. The way the branches had given way to a glistening blue had been an almost breathtaking site.
“If your ball gets stuck in the forest, then you can’t usually go full swing to get it out. But if you swing too weakly, the ball will fall into the lake,” Hange explained. “And you waste a stroke. And a really good ball.”
“If it falls in?”
“We use a provisional ball and we get a stroke penalty. And of course, we lose the ball.” Hange answered. “I’ve lost enough balls here.”
“And Zeke never tried this path?”
“Zeke likes winning,” Hange said, her tone as deadpan as it was the first time she said it. “But the way he goes about winning is like...He’s always been smart about it, always playing safe. And it’s not just in games. He has always approached life like that. His investments are always blue chip, commodities, healthcare. Things which would never fail. And if you’ve seen how he plays, he’ll never go for something risky, like this.” Hange held her hands wide in front of her in emphasis. “He’ll skirt around the forest, even if it takes him an extra two strokes.”
“A conservative husband. At least you know you’ll never go hungry.” That response had been automatic. He had been a little too playful then, trying to elicit a reaction from the already frustrated looking Hange.
Hange let out a grand sigh, something that could have been a scream if she put more voice into it. “Yeah and you’re just as conservative as he is.”
“Am I?” Levi raised one eyebrow, a challenge at that one comment. On the inside though, maybe he was slightly insulted.
Hange didn’t notice it. She probably hadn’t even heard him. She dropped the golf bag and walked ahead towards the edge of the lake. “I found one of our golf balls!” She waved one hand back at him, too giddily that Levi was tempted to walk on ahead, just stopping where the sand started to soak up the water.
“We’re still in the game, Levi.” Hange said, a toothy grin clambered up her cheeks.
No. Levi thought to himself. Those words never made it to his lips. Or maybe it did, just as something else.“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Hange had bent down and started unlacing her shoes. “Why?”
“Why are you gonna get yourself dirty? You can just use a provisional ball and you can just go around the lake.”
Hange took a break from unlacing her shoes, and put a hand up in front of him as if to say ‘case in point.’ “Conservative.”
“Why, what’s wrong with conservative?”
In a begrudgingly effective response, Hange wildly kicked off one shoe and it flew just a good few inches from the banks. “I told you yesterday, games teach things right?”
And sometimes they expose parts of ourselves. Levi completed that last part in his head.
If he had ended up muttering it out loud, Hange probably didn’t hear it. “ Games are problems that need to be solved,” she started. “And life is the same way, stocked with problems, or maybe it’s a constant problem that needs to be navigated and solved right?”
Levi didn’t respond. Hange didn’t seem to be looking for a response either and she continued to speak. “People will always master their commonly used thinking processes and problem solving processes and they rely too easily on them. Zeke and his stocks. Zeke and his business ventures. And Levi Ackerman and his programming,” She cocked her head back and looked at him, her expression a big ham. She kicked her other shoe to the other side.
“What about my programming?” Levi asked.
“Oh a user interface problem? It’s a front end issue. Oh it’s a problem with the server data? It’s a back end issue.” For that moment, Hange had changed her tone, her verbal tics, and Levi could only come up with one conclusion: she was mocking him.
He was sure he didn’t sound like that though. “I didn’t know you understood coding.”
“I don’t,” Hange said. “But I did my research because we’re gonna be working together right? Anyway, the point is, sure, you’re an efficient thinker that way. Everyone is an efficient thinker when they’re thinking in shortcuts and clearcut processes. Don't you think people lose a lot of opportunities to learn something a little more life changing, to achieve something more when they stick to all these strict processes?” Hange grabbed one of the more rounded clubs from her bag. “By the way, this is a driver,” she said.
A driver, a golf club used for long distance hits. Levi at least remembered that much from researching. “I knew that.”
“Well, I thought I might as well give you a few lessons. We’re gonna be working together so I thought I’d tell you how I like to work, Levi.” Hange cocked her head back and smiled. “When we look into this application, you might find a bug. But I asked you… what if it’s working as expected? What if it’s a matter of flawed data?”
“That’s what we’ll be investigating right?”
“But I don’t wanna start this investigation with assumptions. We’re creating an extension of your application, we’re gonna be breaking down the application to data, sensations and feelings. I feel like we’ll be able to do a better job at finding the ‘bug’ if we keep an open mind about it. So I want us to ask and answer questions we were scared to even probe,” Hange said. She stepped into the water, driver in hand.
Levi could only watch, starting from the bottom, watching as her pants turned a darker shade of blue, as the water creeped up her hastily and shoddily folded cuffs.
“Questions like?” Levi already had the question, tucked in his mind. He wasn’t the one married. He wasn’t the one with the billionaire husband. That wasn’t his question to ask.
Fortunately, Hange had been eager to probe. “What if we’re just attracted to each other? As simple as that. What if… the love alarm is just telling us, we really could get along?”
It was the easiest answer and somehow, such an admission had Levi admiring everything at once. The sun after the rain was brightest, it reflected the water in various ways, emitting too many colors at once.
And Hange was in the middle of it all. The sun, the gleaming water had done their job to make her just a little too iridescent, a feast for even his eyes.
His eyes still had a conscience though. “Don’t you wanna figure out why it didn’t ring with Zeke?”
Hange shrugged. “I am curious… but really, love is a complex thing. Why would I let an application tell me who I love or don’t love? No matter how the application rings, it wouldn’t change how I feel about Zeke.”
Hange turned her back on him then and Levi was at least grateful he had that one second to let out a hitched breath. “Then I guess, you really know how to love, Hange,” he whispered, mostly for himself and maybe, in the infinitesimally small chance Hange was listening.
She had gone deeper into the water, the water starting to tickle at her shins. She stopped, positioning her club just a little into the water. Wish me luck. She mouthed.
And everything went quickly after that. One flick of the wrist, a splash of water, a lot of mud. Levi didn’t even have time to watch the ball fly. Maybe because he had been watching the bluish drops, the brown drops hovering in the air and Hange in the middle of it all for a few split seconds longer.
Everything suddenly slowed down when he was looking at the minute details, when he was watching how the drops of water flew high enough to smack lightly at her face, how the grime practically slapped at her neck and the way the drops of water and mud hung heavy on her shirt, down to her bottoms.
She wasn’t looking back yet. She put a hand to her forehead as if they were a pair of binoculars only she knew how to use. She let out a cheer, a howl in amazement as if she was the one who didn’t just send a ball flying from the water. “ I think the ball made it to the green,” she said
She turned back at him so excitedly that the water continued to splash.
Levi instinctively stepped back. “You’re a fucking mess. It’s disgusting.” He was sure he had sounded a little abrasive.
Hange’s smile wasn’t falling though. “Then why are you smiling?”
“Am I?” Levi asked. The smile tugged at his lips and he wasn’t compelled at all to resist.
He declared it Hange’s win. Besides, maybe she was right. Maybe they could really get along.
***
There was an albatross pecking by the sand, only a few feet from Levi. It was an ugly bird, the beak too long, too crooked and when it stared at him with its deep black eyes, Levi could have sworn it was peering into his soul.
It was mildly terrifying but still, Levi continued to stare just to make sure the few seconds of googling an albatross, and his own natural instinct were correct. That it was an albatross.
“Why are you staring at the bird?” It was a cold yet seemingly innocent question. It was just like his direct superior though to have him so self conscious over one simple action with just one question.
“It’s an albatross,” Levi answered, only realizing a second later he hadn’t answered the question.
Or maybe that was the answer to the question. “So a small game of golf was enough to have you interested in birds.”
“I just did some research on albatrosses after the game."
"Is this about Hange?"
"Zeke was screaming about an albatross during the game,” Levi said.
“Albatross, three strokes below par. Hange got that par-six hole in three strokes,” Erwin explained.
“Yeah, she did.”
“So it is about Hange.”
Levi didn’t say anything, instead, focusing on the conglomeration of unpleasant sensations bombarding him. He shifted his knees, and his bottom, letting the beach blanket bristle from underneath him. Just a little hyper aware then, he picked out the grains of sand rising as little bumps, digging into him.
When he held his chin high, instead of focusing on the ground underneath, he still couldn’t shift himself into something perfectly agreeable. The sticky air, the sour, flaky scent that lingered there were unshakeable discomforts. Levi could have sworn that although he hadn’t even gone near enough to the ocean to get wet, the humid ocean air would still find a way to leave him wet and sticky.
“What do you think of her?” Erwin asked.
“Think of who?”
“Hange.”
Erwin’s question had been enough to pull Levi from his quick trance of running through all the downsides of the beach trip. Those downsides were quickly replaced by another discomfort. Suddenly, Levi was uncomfortable inside and out. “Why would you ask that?”
“Well, you’re gonna be working close to her so I just wanted to make sure you two were compatible.”
Compatible. That word had Levi coughing out the ocean air. “Well our love alarms rang so maybe that means we could get along, work efficiently together.”
“Just don’t get Zeke angry,” Erwin said.
“Why would I do that?”
“Keep him in a good mood.”
But were Zeke's good moods even predictable? “Well, Hange is his partner and he seems particularly happy when she's around,” Levi said.
“He was in a good mood today, particularly after a match, spent a good few minutes talking about how you lost your ball.”
Levi never did find the ball that flew into the forest. Although he had a provisional and he could have played on, somehow following Hange’s own play had been much more entertaining. “Hange told me he likes winning,” Levi said.
“Particularly against you,” Erwin noted, one eyebrow raised.“You know, when Hange followed you into the woods, he seemed like he was in a bad mood for a while there.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Zeke is an important customer, an important opportunity for this application and I want to make sure he’s happy with his investment.”
“Yes, Hange and I will work on a good product.”
“It’s not just that,” Erwin said. “With the amount of money Zeke is putting into this product, try to keep this in mind, if he wants something, he gets it. Don’t make him want to pull out the money.”
Erwin was dancing around definitions for sure. He was emphasizing words, dropping hints and he was staring at Levi like there was something else he had wanted to say but was stopping himself.
If Zeke wants something, he gets it. Erwin had mentioned.
He was a reasonable man though so it didn’t seem too radical of a decision for Levi to amend the statement on his end. If Zeke wants something within reason, he gets it.
All he had to do was keep Zeke happy. A hauntingly difficult task especially when the blonde had proved to be incredibly disagreeable the few times he had known him.
Don't you think people lose a lot of opportunities to learn something a little more life changing, to achieve something more when they stick to all these strict processes?
Then he was reminded, pleasing Zeke didn’t have to be a strict process of sucking up to him. Levi was starting to see it for himself when the conversation deadened into nothing, save for the squawk of the ocean birds and the splash of the waves on the shore.
When there was nothing more to discuss, Erwin fell back on his beach blanket. Within a few minutes, he was silent. Levi wasn’t as tired. He probably would have fallen asleep though if the two figures at the distance hadn’t caught his eye.
One blonde, one brunette. He only needed the height difference, the familiar colored bathing suits from a while ago to figure out for himself who they were.
Hange was much easier to pick out. The enthusiasm, the inquisitiveness he had gotten used to overtime was apparent in the way she managed to scurry across the shores before falling thigh deep into the water. She was pointing at something under.
From next to her, Zeke dove to get it, pulling out a large shell. Then they were talking. Hange held the shell in her hand, raised it up to the sky.
It could have been gleaming, glittering. Levi was too far to tell. By the way, Hange waves her hands up before holding it in front of Zeke, Levi was sure it was beautiful.
A few minutes may have passed of just watching the couple trudge through hip deep water.
The peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted by a man in a beach polo and board shorts, running towards the shore, one hand held high. “Mr. Jaeger! Someone from the board of directors of…” He continued to talk, to shout. He was running as he spoke and Levi never picked up the last few parts of that conversation.
That wasn’t his business anyway. There were more important things though, more fitting of the name “his business.”
Like the way Hange’s mouth dropped, perceptible despite the distance between them. The way she had slowed down to a stop, shell still in hand.
They made it back to the shallower part of the beach together only separating after one kiss to Hange’s forehead. Zeke went ahead in land, seeming particularly restless.
And Hange? She sat down at the edge of the shore, where the water was still deep enough to cover her feet. She pulled her legs to her chest, held them close. The shell lay forgotten on her side.
By the time Levi was close enough to see it, the shell had disappeared, most likely taken back by the ocean. “Hey, was there something you wanted to see?”
Pleasing Zeke didn’t have to be a strict process. It didn’t have to be the strict daunting process of sucking up to a disagreeable man. He concluded that for himself when he allowed the burst of energy to wash through him then, when Hange looked up at him, a wide grin decorating her lips.
Someone was precious to Zeke. It was very much apparent back in the pool, back in the golf course and then and there, on the shores.
And if I make her happy, by extension, I make Zeke happy right?
“Zeke and I were planning on checking out the albatross colony, just over there past that rock,” Hange said. “There are usually seagulls at this time of year too.”
“I can come with you.”
Hange’s eyes widened. “Really? You didn’t seem excited when I mentioned the ocean yesterday.”
Levi had been polite. “Did I seem not excited?”
“Well, you wrinkled your nose like this.” Hange made a ridiculous face, crossing her eyes, raising her nose a little too high, Levi could have sworn he had never made that expression that in his life. Hange continued. "And when we arrived, you stayed as far away as you could and you had that same face.
Levi didn’t have much control of his expressions and maybe he was a little too unsure. The water was deep enough to eat at his feet but still shallow enough that Levi had full control of his movements.
The ocean was dirty, disgusting. It was a confluence of biological waste. But the ocean had Hange. The ocean made Hange happy.
Suddenly, Levi was self conscious of his own expression then. Just in case, he pulled his mouth up to a subtle smile, making a conscious effort to soften his expression. In the end, it hadn’t been too much of a feat.
Hange’s own smile, her wide eyes had made everything all the easier. “You wanna see the albatross colonies?” she asked.
“Sure, We don’t come here often anyway.”
“You’ll definitely not get this back in the city. The magic about this island is… there’s not a lot of beachgoers so we’re able to preserve a lot of nature.” Hange walked ahead, looking back only long enough to grip his hand.
She walked further into the ocean and the wind could have gotten stronger. It whipped at her damp hair, blowing it in all directions at once. The fishy smell of the ocean rode with the wind and Levi found himself blinking hard a few times while willing himself to move forward.
Hange was moving faster than Levi ever had been. She was more than a few feet away already and the distance between them was only getting wider and wider.
He could have been distracted or maybe he had just been convinced that if he walked on, he would eventually catch up to her. He didn’t pay heed to the water that smacked at his chest, until he had to taste it. Not until he had to flail his hands just to keep moving forward, against the current.
“Hange!” By the time, he had thought it necessary to call out, Hange was too far. For sure, she didn’t hear him. Levi was starting to question himself though. How could she hear him when there was a wall of water between them? How could she hear him when water was finding its way into his mouth every single time he had attempted to call out?
He was starting to find it difficult to even open his mouth. He was finding it difficult to kick, to flail his arms. HIs chest was screaming. The few moments he tried to open his eyes, to take stock of the situation, he was met with a stinging pain.
A few times, he tried to kick up ahead to the surface. Once or twice, he had opened his eyes despite the stinging pain, long enough to see the sky above him.
Was he drowning? He was drowning in the world’s bathroom, a conglomeration of shit and piss. It was a horrible way to go out and as much as possible, he would have wanted to go out in other less disgusting ways. So Levi continued to flail towards the top, kicking from underneath. He continued to scream, or at least attempt to scream past the bombardment of seawater that made it past his mouth and to his lungs.
The ocean smelled fear. Maybe it smelled disgust. It continued to advance towards him. Any reprieve Levi managed to find, any attempt to stay a float, back first on the surface was met with waves lapping at him, riptides dragging him from all directions at once.
Levi!
Was it Hange? Or was it the ocean? When everything came accompanied by whooshes, gurgles and bubbling, Levi never could be too sure.
Still, he continued to kick. He continued to wave his arms, until his lungs let out their last cry. Until all sensations whittled to unknowns.
And all he could see was darkness.
***
Hey, can you hear me?
The ocean had been warm, so warm that Levi didn’t even know his insides were cold until air filled his mouth, whizzing down his throat. Awareness came like a flicker then two many lights at once.
And in the middle of it all, it could have been Hange. He liked to think it was Hange. Her damp hair were tendrils that caressed at his neck, her voice drumming yet faint.
Hey, hey, can you see me? Blink twice if you can.
Levi wasn’t in control of his body. He didn’t think too much of it though, he had a good view right in front of him, albeit a little blurry.
Stop moving. Although he couldn’t say it out loud, he was sure he said it loud enough in his mind. Still, something was shaking him, his vision was topsy turvy, the lights continued to move left and right, then up and down in some pattern he couldn’t even comprehend.
The lights were bright, dizzying. Instinctively Levi shut his eyes. In the darkness that followed, maybe he lost track of time, of some sort of rhythm without the lights to guide him. The familiar sensation came as something abrupt. He noticed the contours first, the lines that brushed against his own lips, settling on his upper lip, then just a little bit above his jaw.
Then he tasted them. They were salty and they brought with it more surprises. More air that brushed past the walls of his mouth, to the back of his throat then they washed down to his lungs. More air. And they did their job to aggravate whatever other unwelcome concoctions had settled in his airway
Awareness had come like a flicker. Consciousness came as a slap in his face, then everything at once. There was a pain in his chest, from the shaking.
His view was a dark yet glistening blue. The ocean? But how long had he been staring at the ocean. He could have sworn that he was watching Hange just a while ago.
“Just let it out Levi.” Her voice was grating. And Levi wondered why he was even looked at her. Everything hurt at once, and when Levi stared at the water, the notable puddle just next to him, comprehension washed over him, first as a flicker, a slap in the face then a large wall of water, a monster in the sea.
He could have been drowning again.
What the fuck. It would have been nice to be able let out a taut swear. After all, when he was barely moving, the aches and pains bunched up inside him. Everything came out as a gurgle, then more salt water.
“You almost drowned out there,” Hange said, an attempt at comforting for sure. Levi wasn’t at all comforted though.
Not by her voice at least. Something was caressing at his neck, pushing his hair behind his ear. It took him a few seconds longer, and a soft motion guiding his head back up, back to looking straight up at the sky, for Levi to put two and two together.
The sky was the background. Hange was the centerpiece. A centerpiece of relief and exhaustion, framed by hair much damper. Those were enough hints.
You saved me? He had tried to mouth it.
Whether Hange had heard it or not, he couldn’t do much to assume but he focused on the way she licked her lips, the way she bit them before settling for a weak smile. He focused on the way the lines on her lips stuck out a little more when dry.
And it just had been a little easier to recall them right on top of his.
So you did save me. He couldn’t spare much words but he did manage to spare a smile.
Hange didn’t return it. By the time Levi was confident enough to have sworn he was smiling, Hange had already looked away. “He’s responsive,” she said, her voice more distant than a second ago.
“Hange, let a professional take over.” Zeke’s voice penetrated into that tiny world that had been just the both of them.
“You have to be careful, I might have bruised a few ribs.” Suddenly, Hange’s voice was getting softer and softer.
As if Zeke had intruded just to pull her out. He sought solace in the fact that she was Zeke’s after all. That was only the expected outcome.
For a while all he saw was blue sky. Then unfamiliar faces. Then others were asking questions. Way too many questions. It was just a little too overwhelming that Levi could only force his eyelids shut.
He let the darkness take over, then his other four senses. Then soon, he could have been dreaming again. The contours, the dry scabby lines at his upper lip, at his lower lip, brushing just a little lower. He was certain, in those split second long moments, her lips were on his.
Soft but chapped. Salty but sweet. Maybe he spared a few seconds, a few glimmers of scarce energy to lick at his lips just to taste it again.
Reason bared its fangs. She did it to save your life. She’s married. He scolded himself.
Soon, he was barely aware of anything but blackness. And the salty and sweet, the soft and dry danced for a little longer in his dreams.
Still, a part of him continued to whisper. Not in your wildest dreams.
“Not in your wildest dreams, Levi.” A soft mutter only he could have heard. It was only for him anyway since he needed to hear it himself to believe it.
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We’re Here
Ez Reyes x Reader (Eventual)
Summary: After having an argument, Ez’s best friend avoids talking to him for the day, but when she doesn’t turn up for a cookout at the clubhouse, everyone begins to worry about her absence.
Warnings: **A break in** (though just the aftermath), fear/shock, angst, fluff at the end.
Word count: Approx 1200 (I couldn’t write this as a drabble)
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A/N: Okay I’ve written and rewritten this way too many times 😂 I think I’m happy with this? Idk anymore, I hope you like it 😅
This is written for my baby @ly--canthrope I’m sorry I couldn’t fit the last prompt in there, I’ll pop it into another drabble! I hope you enjoy it! 💖
NOTE: This is part of the You Complete Me universe and is set before YCM, so Ez and the Reader are not together yet and this fic tells the story of how they ended up sharing a house together.
“She’s late.” Gilly grumbled as he shifted impatiently in his seat. “Maybe she got stuck in traffic?” Creeper suggested. “Nah, she fuckin’ walks here, no way she’d be in traffic.” Angel shook his head, glancing over at his brother. “She text you back yet?” He asked, watching Ez as he stood hunched over the bar, resting his chin on his forearm as he stared at his phone. “No, but she saw it.” He mumbled, putting his phone down and turning it so the boys could see. “She hasn’t spoken to me since the argument yesterday.” He sighed, wondering if he was the cause for your delay, but even if you two had a falling out, there was no way you would pass off spending an evening with your Mayan family.
“I still can’t believe you, no wonder she ain’t turnin’ up after the shit you pulled, Prospect.” Coco shook his head dismissively at Ez as he kicked back in his chair. “She fuckin’ thinks the world of you and you go and tell her to fuck off?” Coco grumbled. “Even I ain’t that stupid.”
“I asked her to back off, and I was trying to keep her safe from the shit with-." Ez cut himself off with a sigh before he dug himself into more trouble by mentioning Potter.
“She’s never late, especially not by a whole two hours. Do you think she’s in trouble?” Ez asked, bringing the conversation back to the matter at hand, standing up straight and internally fighting against the urge to call you for the sixth time that day. Angel drew in a breath, about to deny the possibility, but when he looked over his shoulder at the rest of the group, their expressions all reflecting similar worry, Angel sighed, running his hand down his face. “Maybe?” He shrugged. “I’ll try callin’ her, if she doesn’t pick up, we’ll go look for her.” Angel said, clapping his hand against Ez’s shoulder.
Your phone buzzed on the coffee table, though it was muffled as it lay under a pile of broken furniture pieces. Your living room had been torn apart, pieces of furniture were completely upended, items strewn across the floor, some in pieces.
Photographs of you and your Mayan family had been thrown from the bookcase, the frames smashed and broken against the floor.
The bedroom was just as torn up, sheets thrown everywhere, clothes pulled out from your drawers, jewelry and goods taken.
Hidden, squashed into the furthest corner of your closet, you were behind as much clothing as you had been able to pull in front of you. Somehow, the men who had broken in had completely missed you, despite checking your closet twice.
You had been in your bedroom, getting ready to leave for the clubhouse when you heard someone force their way into your apartment and in a frenzied attempt to hide, you had crawled into the closet.
You thought you had heard them leave, your apartment had been silent for a while, but you were too afraid to leave safety of your closet and dare to even check, hoping that maybe Ez or some of the other Mayans would come looking for you.
But you stayed there, stone still in shock, too scared to move or make a single sound, too scared to cry out loud, too scared to breathe fully in fear that they were still there and they’d hear you.
You weren’t even sure how much time had passed by the time you heard a knock at the front door.
Ez looked almost perplexed at first when he knocked and the door just swung open. His heart dropped, seeing your apartment torn apart and it took a second to process that your home had been broken into before he could take a step into your living room. What if they had hurt you? He’d never be able to live with himself if someone had hurt you.
“Hermanita?” Angel was the first to call out for you, squeezing in behind Ez as the rest of the boys filed into your apartment, a collective muttering of curses as they all took in the mess. Ez walked through towards your bedroom, cringing when he heard the crunch of glass under his boots. Gently pushing the door open, he saw equal amounts of destruction in your bedroom and hoped you were just hiding and no one had taken you. “Preciosa?” He spoke softly as he stepped through the room, careful not to step on anything that might break.
Hearing his voice brought tears to your eyes and you whimpered, pushing away the things you had pulled around yourself. “Zeke.” Your voice was soft and quiet and you weren’t sure he’d even heard you. Slowly approaching your closet, he inched it open, only to find you, half out of your hiding spot.
He knelt down, opening his arms for you, speechless as he watched you make your way to him. Falling against his chest, your arms circling his middle, Ezekiel held onto you, his hands shaking as he looked down at you. “I got you, you’re safe, preciosa.” He whispered softly to you, pulling you closer, holding you tightly as you clung to him.
“Oh, thank fuck.” Angel sighed as he walked into the room, kneeling down next to you and putting his arms around you and Ez, holding you between both of them. “We’re here, hermanita.” Angel gently rubbed your back as you sobbed into Ezekiel’s shoulder, the other Mayan men slowly approaching, relieved that you were safe.
“We’re here.”
The boys took you back to the clubhouse, Coco and Gilly having packed a bag of clothes and essentials for you before leaving and for the first time that evening, you felt like you could breathe properly when you arrived at the clubhouse, feeling as if you were finally somewhere safe. You were still shaken up, but with all of your Mayan brothers around, you felt as if you could finally relax a bit.
“You can stay with me if you want, preciosa.” Ez said, nodding towards his trailer as he walked you across the courtyard towards the clubhouse. You paused, looking up at him with worry in your eyes and you looked across at Angel, who was hanging back with Coco, the boys giving you reassuring smiles. “That’s okay, I’ll um- I’ll just stay in the clubhouse.” You told him. “Bishop’s always trying to get me to move here anyway.”
“I know you querida, are you sure you don’t want some company?” He asked. “I thought… Last night you said you didn’t want me-.”
“I was stupid last night.” Ez shook his head, stopping in his stride to look at you properly, holding you by your shoulders.
“I said some dumb shit, I didn’t mean it, not the way it came out. I should never have fucking said any of it. I’m sorry, princesa.” He sighed, realising just how tense you had become, as if you were expecting him to back up his harshly said words from the previous evening.
“Is that what made you think I didn’t want you?” Ezekiel asked after a moment of silence. Looking up at him you let out a soft sigh, shoulders relaxing a bit as you nodded.
Coco passed by the two of you, giving Ez a warning glare on his way up the steps into the clubhouse, Angel following close behind him and flashing his brother a similar look to Coco’s.
“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Ezekiel hung his head low, annoyed at himself for getting too caught up in things and taking it out on you. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.” Your voice was soft as you spoke, taking his hands in yours.
“It’s not okay.” Ez sighed, closing his hands around yours. “I shouldn’t have taken it out on you like that.”
“Zeke, it’s okay, I know it’s hard to sometimes but I’m here for you, isn’t that what we’ve always done? Been there for each other and talked it through?” You asked, Ez nodding as he listened to you.
“And look, I think I’ll stay in the clubhouse for the meantime and maybe,” You paused, Ez looking down at you, hanging on every word. “We can try looking for somewhere to share so you don’t have to stay in a trailer?” You asked, a smile spreading across Ezekiel’s lips.
“You really mean that?” He asked, his smile widening as you gave him a single nod. “Yeah, it’s a win win, Zeke. I get to live with my best friend and you never have to worry again, at least, not as much.” You beamed up at him, Ez pulling you into an almost crushing embrace.
“Love you, hermosa.” He whispered against your hair as you hugged him around the waist. “I love you too, Zeke.”
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(please for the love of all things ever, please let this send)
Dear Porco,
I love you. Or at least, I think I’m capable of loving you. All of you. From your stupid, slick back hair; to your smoky, musky cologne; to the way you never wear your uniform. You’ve always gotten in trouble trouble for it. But you’ve always laughed it off. Ever since you’ve gotten the Jaw Titan, you know they can’t hurt you.
I have loved you since we were children. Do you even remember? My father took me to the headquarters with him and I got lost. You and Marcel helped me; and in return, we’re forced to run until you both passed out. Even though you knew the consequences, you will helped me. You and you’re brother we’re far to kind. I’m sorry, Porco, I’m so sorry.
We’ve been together since they left. A part of me is happy you never did. I got to learn you- all of you. I learned my feeling for you. But I only realized jist what I felt for you after talking with Pieck and the Warchief. Do you remember the time I came to deliver paperwork for my father, and it suddenly started raining? I was wearing white that day. You gave me your jacket and told me to return it when I can. I wanted to keep the jacket; it smelt like you. It smelt like home. I’m sorry, but I slept in it. I never wanted to take it off. I ran into Pieck when I came to return it; it’s surprising how fast she can crawl. It scared me. The Warchief invited me for a cup of tea and they all but interrogated me. They love you. I was too scared to face you when Zeke pointed my feelings out; so I left your jacket on the couch.
The world is bigger than a battlefield. My love for you is like a battlefield. I want to make you happy- but I know it’s not me you want. Please, make Pieck happy.
I’m happy to learn that you return safely.
I asked my father to give this letter to you. I’m sorry for not being able to tell you in person. I’m sorry for betraying my nation and loving you; but I’d do it a thousand times if it means you cared for me back.
I love you, Porco Galliard. Forever and always.
Yours truly;
The daughter of the General Magath, a dumb Marlayen girl who wish to tell you before anything could happen.
Oceanna.
Oceanna,
I sit here, stewing in the feelings your letter brought me. Fear, sadness, surprise. I felt all of them as I read your words, but mostly, I’m angry.
I’m angry that you were the one who had to say these words to me. I wanted to be the one to say it. At least, say it first. I thought I would be stronger by now after taking back the Jaw, but I’m just as weak as I was when I first fell in love with you.
At first, sure, you were just like any other snotty kid, a Marleyan, daughter of a man that looked down his nose at us. But something about your eyes. They made me realize that day that you were just like us. My stupid brother must've realized it at the time as well. Those laps were well worth it, just to see your relieved smile as you hugged your father’s legs.
I’d do it again in a heartbeat for you. If I could go back, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
In truth, I was an ass to you. I never got to apologize for that. When the others left, I was angry. So, so angry. I was left behind. I was supposed to be chosen. I was meant to be chosen. I was so angry I couldn’t see the absolute gift that was in front of me the whole time.
The first time I realized was that same day you talk of. It must’ve been the day I realized I was in love with you. You were soaked to the bone, and even now I laugh at the way you shook the water from your shoes. You tried to hide when I came up to you, and I suppose...that was the day I figured that perhaps you liked me too. The blush that stained the tips of your ears as you tried to hide yourself gave me hope that... someone like you could fall in love with someone like me.
I still have that jacket. I didn't wear it again, worrying I’ll dirty it, or worse, have to wash your scent from the collar. Pieck teases me about it, and I just try to take her crutch away, but she is never unnerved by my threats. I will have to give both her and the Chief a piece of my mind for what they put you through without me there. Next time you come by, you find me. I’ll protect you. Those two are evil you see. Don’t let them get you alone.
Now here is where I have to say, you really are still that snot-nosed kid. What the hell are you sprouting, ‘make Pieck happy’. We are soldiers, warriors, fighting alongside each other. Nothing more. I fight with her, protect her, sure, but make no mistake, I fight for everyone. You are the one I would die for. There is a difference you know.
When we made it back, I had searched the crowd, and that idiot Reiner had asked who I was looking for. At the time, I couldn't answer. I didn’t know the answer myself. But now, I realize as I run out of space on this parchment, I was searching for you.
So stop yapping about this Pieck nonsense and come visit me more okay? Don’t make me admit more of this sappy stuff. I have an image to maintain. But by the titans, I miss you. I’m sure your dear old dad can make do without you for a moment.
You’re right about one thing, no one can hurt me now that I’ve got the Jaw, and I intend to wield its power to the fullest. I’m going to be selfish. Starting with you.
Always,
Porco
Valentines Day Event
#MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR PORCO AND I LIKE IT!#thank you dear anon for sending this in!#you broke my dang heart#valentines day event 2021#its like YALL WANT me to write a sad letter back hM!?!#HMMMM???#yall just HIT me in the face with the angst#and I love it#I LOVE IT SO MUCH#but then I feel mean scolding u in the letter back so I hope its okay!!!#I have 20+ I need to get to but I might have to get to them very late at night!#ITS Chinese New Year AND IM CELEBRATING WITH FOOD#and family time!#so this one is the last letter ill do for now before dinnertime#maybe if I have time ill squeeze in another but ill try to get to the others before bed :)#LOVE YOU ALL#HANG TIGHT IM GETTING TO ALL THE LETTERS#and matchups!!#LOVE YOU ALLLL SO SO DEARLY#porco x reader#porco galliard#porco angst#suz.writes.
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need more content of darling with the yandere kids barley see them interact together☹️
Part 1 of wholesome parent darling stuff! Definitely will do a part 2
Warning this contains: talk about self harm, wholesome stuff
Lyric:
lyric was a mystery to you, he was always in his room for hours and hours never letting you in. You never felt more confused about your own child, when did he become so distant.
“Lyric, hey baby?” You cooed out as you stood outside his door, there was a few moments of silence before he opened the door. “Yeah? What’s up?” He said, now holding his camera in his hand.
“What are you up to?” You asked out softly hoping for some kind of answer, lyric looked down nervously trying to decide how he should answer “well I was gonna go out into woods and take some photos, I usually only take photos of the city so I wanna change it up” he said softly.
“Oh? How about we have a picnic then, just me and you!” You cheered out excitedly with a bright smile. Lyric looked at you in confusion before giving a soft nod, you reached out softly ruffling his hair, the contact making him tense up for a brief moment before he relaxed under your touch.
“Go get dressed yeah? We’ll make it a whole day” you said happily, now excited to bond with lyric some more. Lyric watched as you happily walked out a look of discomfort on his face as his gripped his camera
He didn’t deserve your love..he didn’t deserve neither your or zeke’s love, he was a bad kid..so why were you so nice? Lyric sighs before he got dressed, humming as he put cute hair clips you bought him in his hair.
He likes all the things you get him, it made him feel so warm and happy inside. “You ready?” You called out, your response making him perk up as he grabbed his bag and sling it over his shoulder now walking to the door where you stood with the car keys and a basket.
As you two sat on the picnic blanket, lyric laid on his back taking pictures of the sky, you suppose now was a good of time if any to try to get him to open up.
“Hey, lyric?”
“Hmm?”
“Yknow me and dad are here for you, right? No matter what” you said softly, your response making him shudder as he sat up and looked up at you now looking down nervously. “Something is going on with you, I just wish you would talk to me..I know you’re not a baby anymore but you’ll always be my child” you said lovingly.
You were surprised to see tears roll down his cheeks, a sniffling escaping him as he looked at you “I-I’m sorry, all I do is make you and papa stress..I-I wish I could be good, I just want to be good” he cried out, you quickly pulled lyric into a hug as he cried into your chest.
“ oh baby,. You are good. You’re amazing and smart and so talented” you cooed out as you pulled him back now wiping his tears away as he looked at you, for the first time in a while he let his walls down..he actually felt like a normal kid.
Lyric vented to you in ways he hasn’t for a while, he told you everything from the self harm to indigo to what he was feeling. There were lots of tears and crying but it made you two closer. “I-I wish you told me sooner, I’m always in your corner” you cried out as you hugged lyric close who was smiling despite his tears..
He really did love you so much..maybe he did deserve your love.
Yuuri:
“You didn’t have to come..” yuuri mumbled out softly as he glanced away, an embarrassed blush on his face as you two stood backstage. “And miss my kid’s first official concert? No way!” You cheered out happily with a smile, you were so proud of him!
“Ah, what if I’m not any good..” he mumbled out nervously with a shaky huff “there is a lot of people out there, what if I screw up?” He said softly with a scared expression, you softly grabbed his hands the action making him look at you in shock.
“You’re gonna do great! Wanna know why?”
“W-why?”
“Cause you’re the greatest no matter what! and I love you no matter what!” You cheered out, your remark being heard by his bandmates
“Oooh yuuri, they wuvvvv you!”
“Say you wuv them back, wittle yuuri”
Yuuri growled lowly, face red “s-shut up! We go on soon! Come on!” He hissed out angrily before glancing back at you “thanks..” he whispers out with a grin. “Hey, it’s my job” you said before giving him a thumbs up and walking off to take your seat.
When on stage, yuuri let out a shaky breath before looking out into the crowd eyes landing on you, you were proud of him..that’s all he really needed.
Yuuri put everything he had in that performance, he was pretty sure his voice was gonna be gone the next day from how much he was screaming. Even still he really wanted to find you and gush about how amazing it was. “I did it! They cheered so loud! And they sounded like they liked it! It was so cool and-” you held back a laugh as yuuri vented, where did the time go..he was already 17 yet here he was gushing and ranting like a little kid.
Without thinking you reached out and ruffled up his hair “you were amazing” you said softly. Yuuri stopped talking and looked at you, his smile growing bigger as he rubbed the back of his neck “of course I was!you raise me after all!” He cheered out
Kai:
“What made you wanna dye your hair?” You asked Kai as you applied the dye to his hair, he suddenly asked you to dye his hair..which you of course agreed to! “Well, I figured dying it blue would be fun” he cheered out making you tense up.
“B-blue..?”
“Yeah! The dye I bought is blue, the box is blue after all!” He cheered out, you glanced at the blue box with bright pink letters on it..oh dear. “You really want blue hair?” You said nervously, you and rin didn’t have the smartest kid..but damn he does try to be.
“Well honestly I thought blue would match me a lot, so yeah!” He cheered out happily. “Baby, my sweet boy..you bought pink hair dye..” you said softly as you looked at his hair..you already applied it all on.
“H-huh but the boy-”
“It says pink hair dye on it kai” you said softly making him silent.
“Oh..we’ll that’s okay!” He cheered out happily, you were so glad that he wasnt a picky kid. After waiting the suggested time you helped him wash it out before styling it.
“Ta-da” you cheered out as you two stood in a mirror, he gasps softly not sure what to think..pink did look nice but he felt dumb for getting the wrong dye. “ I look like a bubblegum..” he whispers out softly.
“You don’t like it?” You asked worriedly, he looked to you before smiling “no no I do love it! I just feel silly..I made a dumb mistake again..” he said sadly, you frowned now hugging him “aww Kai, it wasn’t dumb..I think it looks better like this!” You reassured him with a laugh
“Then will you dye your hair pink too? We can match!”
Freya:
You definitely noticed freya sneaking into the house, trying to be sneaky as she tried to creep to her room. “Freya, I see you” you said firmly making her squeak, you got a call from her school saying that she didn’t go that day.
“Wanna talk to me and tell me why you missed school?” You asked out softly, the girl looked down a wave of nervousness washing over her. “I-I don’t wanna go to school anymore..they don’t wanna call me freya, a-and they keep making me use the boys bathroom still” she said softly clearly very uncomfortable.
Your eyes softened and you sighed heavily, hugging the girl “I’ll make some calls okay? But next time you gotta let me know, or else I can’t fix it” you said lovingly.
“Also, you changed how you styled your hair..it’s pretty” you said with a smile, the fact that you noticed made the girl tear up with a happy expression. “Y-you noticed?! I-I’m trying to look cuter lately” she said softly as she messed with her hair tears rolling down her cheeks.
“I-of I look cuter than people will stop calling me a boy” she mumbled out softly, freya really was a soft sensitive soul. “You’re not a boy though. You’re my awesome and beautiful daughter!” You cheered out, now making the girl cry more as she hugged you tightly.
“Hey, how about we go out for a pampering? Nails done and even shopping yeah?” You asked softly, freya nodded softly still burying her tear stained face in your clothes. “You’re the best.” She whispers out softly.
“Of course I am, yknow how clueless your father can be about this” you said with a huff, you adored and loved prince..but he wasn’t the most knowledgeable about this topic and only ever made freya feel worse about herself.
You made sure to only raise her up and she adored you for that
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2 - bughead ❤️
this is definitely not spooky at all, but it’s cute and fun so i hope you like it <3
#2: “ Who ate all my candy?!!”
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“A Snickers, your majesty?”
Betty Jones leans down and opens her mouth wide, allowing the small candy bar to fall onto her tongue. “Mmm,” she moans lightly. “My favorite!” She smacks her lips dramatically and watches as two pairs of matching blue eyes look at her in disgust.
“Nasty, mommy,” Mia Jones says with a little squeal and shakes her head, causing her black curls to fly around wildly.
Meanwhile Zeke Jones is grinning up at his mom, a pack of Skittles clutched in his hand tightly. “Mommy, mommy! Catch!” He doesn’t even give her time to react before he’s throwing a green Skittle at her face. It bounces off her nose and Betty watches as the twins go completely still, eyes wide and mouths dropped open as if they’re about to get scolded.
“I missed that one on purpose,” Betty tells them, “I hate the green ones.”
Zeke cackles and throws a red one at her, which she actually does catch this time. The twins cheer for their mom, so excited for her in a way that only six-year-olds can be. Their laughter and energy is so infectious though, that she finds herself laughing along with them.
“Mommy,” Mia says as they continue to sort through all their candy, “you look very pretty tonight.”
“Aw,” Betty coos and presses a kiss to her daughter’s head. “Thank you, baby! I think you look very beautiful.”
“Do I look like a princess?” She asks softly, playing with the ends of her Sleeping Beauty dress. “My hair doesn’t match.”
Betty frowns slightly. Mia has always been a little insecure about the color of her hair and Betty will never understand why. Unlike Zeke, who has golden blonde waves like Betty, Mia has her father’s hair, just a little more wild, and Betty has always loved it. It’s her favorite.
“That’s a dumb question,” Zeke says, mouth full of a Milky Way, taking Betty out of her thoughts.
“Zeke Jones!” She scolds once she sees Mia’s frown deepen. “That’s not nice at all, young man. We don’t say things like that. What do I tell you?”
Zeke sighs and rolls his eyes dramatically. God, he may be only six, but he has his father’s attitude. It’s adorable, but sometimes Betty wants to yell at Jughead for teaching their sweet son this.
“There is no such thing as a dumb question,” Zeke recites. “But what if I ask you if it’ll hurt my eyes if I look at a picture of the sun?”
Betty looks at her son, completely baffled, and then erupts into laughter.
“What?” She wheezes. “Zekey, where do you come up with this stuff?”
��Well?” He presses, placing his hands onto his hips. He accidentally knocks his lightsaber off his hip and Mia reaches over to pick it up before he can step on it. “Is that a dumb question?”
“I’m going to take away all your candy if you keep giving me attitude,” she tells her son, refusing to admit that yes, that actually is a dumb question. His eyes go wide and she continues. “And you need to apologize to your sister right now, mister.”
“No,” he whines, “Mommy, you never let me finish what I’m saying! You always do this!”
“Excuse me?” She gasps, appalled. “I do not!”
“You do too! You do it to daddy and you do it to me!” He looks down at his twin sister. “Right, Mia?”
Mia, the little traitor, nods rapidly. “It’s true, mommy. I’m sorry.”
“I can’t believe this,” Betty says softly, with a fake sadness. “My own kids… out to hurt me.”
Zeke giggles, but he sits back down on the floor and wraps his arms around his sister tightly before pulling away and handing her a Twizzler. “It’s a dumb question because of course you look like a princess. Who cares if you don’t have hair like me and mommy? All the coolest princesses have dark hair.”
“Oh yeah?” Mia asks, doubtful. “Like who?”
“Snow White! She was really cool. She was so sweet and nice that all the animals loved her, just like the doggies love you. And Belle! She was awesome! She loved books and was super smart, just like you are. I bet she passed all her spelling tests like you do.”
Mia smiles softly at her brother’s words and Betty’s heart clenches at the sight in front of her. Sure, there are days when the kids are at each other’s throats so badly that Betty questions how she hasn’t lost her mind yet, but underneath it all, they love each other so much and they’re always there for one another. It’s all she’s ever wanted for her children, and she’s so happy that they have each other.
“Don’t forget Mulan,” a new voice rings out from the foyer. Mia immediately lights up at the sight of her favorite man making his way into the living room. “Mulan’s my favorite princess.” Mia jumps up from the floor and runs into her dad’s arms, squealing as he picks her up and twirls her around before placing her onto his hip. “So what’s this I hear about you not liking your hair?”
Mia blushes and looks down. “I didn’t say that, daddy. I just said it wasn’t like a princess’ hair.”
Jughead Jones gasps in shock. “What? Says who?”
“Well… Sleeping Beauty didn’t have blonde hair,” she says sheepishly.
“So?” Zeke snaps. “Kylo Ren didn’t have blonde hair, but I think I still look awesome.”
“Of course you do, baby,” Betty says, ruffling her son's hair as he comes to sit in her lap.
“See,” Jughead says, smiling down at his wife and son before looking back up to his daughter. “It doesn’t matter what color your hair is, dumpling. You’re a princess, just like your brother is the evil Supreme Leader of Riverdale.”
“He was a good guy!” Zeke wails and Betty and Jughead have to stop themselves from bursting into laughter. Their son has taken to the Star Wars franchise lately, and even though Betty’s not sure how she feels about him watching it already, it’s nice to see him so passionate about something that isn’t bugs or tormenting his sister.
“Daddy, why do you call me that?” Mia asks, ignoring her brother. “I hate dumplings!”
“Well, I love dumplings,” Jughead tells her. He places a kiss to her nose, making her giggle. “And I love you! So you’re my little dumpling. In fact, next year I think you should be a dumpling for Halloween.”
“You’re silly,” Mia tells him before resting her cheek on his shoulder.
Jughead walks the two of them over to where Betty and Zeke are sitting, and then he sits down on the floor next to his wife.
“Well, hello, Mother of Dragons.” His eyes rake over Betty’s body and she sends him a bemused look. “Did you miss me?”
“You were gone for like, ten minutes,” she tells him as Mia and Zeke get up from their parent’s laps to go back to searching through their pumpkin baskets. “Why did your work call you so late? You’re not on call.”
Jughead smiles at her. Betty’s always been very big on their family time, especially because it’s a little hard with Jughead’s job as a neurosurgeon at the hospital in the city. It’s not that long of a commute, but when you add all the hours he has to work, it’s a lot more tiring than either of them would like. When he does have a day off, he’s usually so tired that he just wants to rest, so Betty cherishes these moments and it annoys her whenever they’re interrupted.
“Nothing to worry about, Betts.” He leans over and kisses the side of her mouth. “One of the interns just mixed up a bit of the paperwork, so Harvey was calling me to confirm a couple of things. Don’t worry, I’m still yours for the next three days.”
Betty just hums out. “Well, you were missed, Jon Snow.” She reaches up and brushes her hand against his cheek. “I still cannot believe you grew out your facial hair for this costume.”
“I wanted to be season five Jon Snow,” he says, bringing his own hand up to capture his wife’s. “You don’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that. It’s just a little different. Are you going to keep it?”
He laces their fingers together and brings Betty’s hand up to his lips, kissing her wedding finger, right above where the gorgeous diamond ring sits. “What do you think, my queen?”
Betty snorts and shoves him playfully. “I think you look very mature with it.”
“Oh? So I don’t look like a highschooler anymore? Awesome. It’s only been like fifteen years.”
“Daddy!” Zeke screeches. “Look, I saved this for you!” He runs over to his parents and hands Jughead a squished Baby Ruth. “It’s your favorite, so I didn’t eat it.”
“Aw, thanks, bud!” He takes the candy and wraps his arm around Zeke, bringing him against his chest. “You could have eaten it, though. I’m sure I have some in my pumpkin.”
At his words, Zeke makes a comically nervous face and Mia laughs lightly behind her hands. Jughead catches on immediately.
“Okay,” he drags out, suspicious, “who has my pumpkin?”
“I haven’t seen it,” Zeke says quickly.
“Nope!” Mia agrees, shaking her head while still giggling.
Jughead whirls around to look at Betty. “Babe? Where’s my pumpkin?”
“I haven’t seen it,” she says quietly, cheeks red, “did you check the kitchen?”
“We haven’t even been to the kitchen since we got home!”
The quiet jingle of Luna’s--the family dog’s--name tags echoes throughout the room and Jughead watches in horror as she brings him a chewed up pumpkin basket.
“Oh, my God! Luna ate my candy!”
Mia cackles loudly and now even Zeke and Betty are laughing along.
“Not her, daddy,” Zeke says through his laughter and Jughead looks at his family in shock.
“Then who?” Jughead asks, astonished. “We all have our own pumpkins!”
“It wasn’t me,” Zeke sings out. “You know I don’t like chocolate that much, daddy.”
“I know,” Jughead says, patting Zeke’s blonde waves. “My sweet baby boy would never do this to me. It could only be your mom or sister!”
“Hey,” Betty and Mia whine.
“You two are the only ones who deceive me like this,” Jughead whines and Mia looks at him in confusion. “The only ones who trick me like this!”
“Maybe you’re going crazy, Juggie,” Betty says, even though she’s grinning so hard that her cheeks hurt. “No one ate your candy.”
“You’ll pay for this tonight,” Jughead tells her and she gasps softly, knowing exactly what he means. He grins, happy with the effect he has on her, and then puts on his game face. “Alright, so which one of you is going to confess.”
“It wasn’t me,” Betty and Mia say at the same time, both laughing still.
“Who ate all my candy?!!” He shrieks, distraught, and this time they all erupt into laughter.
“It was mommy!” Mia admits and Betty gasps, looking at her daughter in horror. “I’m sorry, mommy! I feel bad!”
“Don’t feel bad for him! Feel bad for me! Daddy ate all my candy last year!”
“You said you didn’t want it!” Jughead defends. “How was I supposed to know you meant that you just didn’t want it at that moment!”
“Whoopsie,” Betty says and Jughead scoffs.
“You literally still have an entire bucket full of candy, Elizabeth. Why did you eat mine?”
“Because yours looked better.”
“We got the same things!”
“Hmm, no, I don’t think so.”
Jughead gives her a deadpan look and then rolls his eyes. “Oh, yeah. You’re definitely paying for this later on.”
Betty just winks at him and he blows her a kiss.
“Don’t be upset, daddy,” Mia says. “You can share my candy with me.”
“Thank you, baby,” Jughead says with a pout. “You are the sweetest dumpling.”
Mia smiles at him and gets up to hand over her basket to him.
Betty laughs so hard that she can’t breathe whenever Jughead reaches his hand into the basket only to find out that their daughter has given him an empty one, having poured all her candy onto the floor earlier.
After that, the house is filled with the sound of the twins’ laughter as Jughead chases them throughout the house, while Betty stands on the sidelines and protects her children from the “monster man”, the stolen candy long forgotten.
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Send me a sentence from this list of spooky prompts with a ship and I’ll write you a short lil fic. :)
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This is for bottom Erwin week day 2, Official Art AU
Is the art I’ve chosen, from the wit production team’s beautiful eruri bounty that they released during production of season 3. The text says “I want to see your laughing face”
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It’s the way he laughs. The Commander’s whole face lights up, his body shakes, his eyes crinkle and he can’t control his joy. Erwin is a man in control of his emotions; disciplined, severe, intimidating… but catch him in just the right moment and he can’t stop himself, he laughs and it warms Levi to the core.
It’s not always big belly laughs either— sometimes it’s a warm soft chuckle, a bit of mirth escaping the Commander when Levi snarks him in private. It grounds both of them, alleviates the severity of their situations a little… they’re both human, and they bicker and fight because they love each other, because every day Erwin stares death in the face and laughs.
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They're at a party together, some post mission hootenanny Hanji’s thrown together since no one died this time. It was one of the first missions since Erwin had become Commander, the second where his long distance formation had been implemented, and shit, it’s worked like a fucking charm.
Mike and Hanji have pilfered some alcohol from somewhere, and the new recruits are quite happy to drink up a storm with their leaders.
Erwin isn’t the sort to get sloppy in front of his coworkers, nor was Levi for that matter. So they sit back together, Levi fixed some tea, and they watch the party unfold from a distance.
“Those two.” Levi mutters, pointing at two young men seconds away from a brawl. “Definitely fucking.”
Erwin smiles and leans close. “Oh yeah? How can you tell?”
Levi puts his arm on Erwin’s shoulder, enjoying the warm, hard weight and power he feels under his muscles. “Cause that’s how it always starts, right? Two guys fight, it’s charged, it’s hot, they pin each other to the ground and three weeks later some blond dumb idiot’s getting porked by his subordinate.”
Erwin laughs then, loud and hard enough that Levi fears everyone will gawk at them but thankfully they’re all entrenched in their own bullshit by then. “I don’t know if that’s how most relationships start, Levi.”
Silver eyes roll up incredulously. “Oh yeah? How do you think it’s supposed to go?”
Erwin’s smile is warm and soft. “You see someone incredible, they take your breath away. You think ‘I need him, I need him in my life and I’ll do anything I can to make him mine.’”
Levi’s cheeks go pink and he ignores them.
“But how do you win over someone who hates you? Overt displays of strength? Abusing positions of power?” Erwin’s hips nudge Levi’s as they sit together. “No. It’s mutual respect, and trust, and wanting to make each other happy. This didn’t happen because we fought in the underground. It happened because I grew to adore you.”
Levi looks away, huffing a chuckle into his tea. “You’re lucky you’re so good looking. Cheesy shit like that’d make anyone’s stomach turn.”
Erwin laughs again, and Levi can’t help but smile. This man. This man is everything.
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Erwin smiles when he loses his arm. He laughs when he’s informed by his colleague that his legs are about to be broken. Levi wonders if he’s a fucking masochist, and stuffs that little tidbit away for later.
He’s always had trouble saying no to Erwin… he’s chasing his dream like a child and Levi knows they probably won’t come back alive. But that laugh, that fucking soft, open laugh… he knows he’s lost, he knows Erwin’s going to lead them into hell like the shit eating magnificent beast that he is.
Erwin smiles as they depart civilization, cheered on by the public for the first time in Survey Corps history… and he smiles when Levi tells him to die.
That smile lacerates Levi’s heart and he feels like he’s dying when he makes that last charge. That smile’ll give him strength, drive him forward… the last gift Erwin gave him.
The beast titan falls and makes a fucking getaway like a coward, and Levi doesn’t have the gas to chase after him. He scans the green field of dead soldiers, like a graverobbing magpie he wonders if there’s some equipment he can wrestle off of a corpse. But… that smile, Erwin’s soft voice echoing in his ears… a niggling voice at the back of Levi’s mind wonders.
‘What if Erwin’s not dead?’
It’s not hard to find him, even amongst the thousands of dead and wounded men. His horse is snow white, his hair is spun gold; even bleeding out he’s beautiful he’s sunlight and Levi runs to his Commander.
“Erwin!” Levi falls to his knees and rolls him on his back. He’s breathing, he’s wounded, but… he’ll live. Holy fuck, he’ll live.
“…Levi?” Erwin’s pale, he’s in agony, his breathing is harsh but he laughs, he fucking laughs. A weak little chuckle, a broken cough in a flailing chest. “You’re on the… on the wrong end of the battlefield I think.” He shuts his eyes against the pain. “Did you win?”
Levi nods and clutches Erwin’s hand to his chest. “Yeah. We won.” A swallow. “I ran out of gas, I figured… maybe I could steal yours since you’re a lazy sack of shit laying around while the battle’s still going.”
Erwin’s smile broadens; he laughs once more but his body seizes in pain.
“Erwin.” Levi says urgently, patiently. “The brats probably need some adults to help them. Can you move?”
That smile falters, only slightly, only slightly, a light quiver in the wind. Erwin meets Levi’s gaze. “I can’t feel my legs, Levi.”
Silver eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and Levi licks his lips. “Stay here.” Stupid. Stupid thing to say. “I’ll get some supplies and we can finish what we started.”
They soar back together, Erwin strapped to Levi’s back like an infant. Armin is badly wounded, he gets the injection and everything shifts in their favor. Erwin can’t join them in the basement, but the man can’t stop smiling.
It baffles Levi sometimes, how much abuse one man can take and still find joy in the world. A murdered father, a lonely childhood, a limb lost, a near execution and now… his body is broken, useless, beyond repair, and the fucking Commander is smiling.
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All Eldians receive the same message of indiscriminate genocide. It’s worse than Levi dared imagine, worse than Zeke had planned for them too.
Erwin’s spent the last four years in a wheelchair, helping from the sidelines because his mind is as sharp as it’s ever been. He and Levi exchange a glance and Levi begins to suit up once more.
They don’t need to exchange words… Levi’s probably going to the other end of the world for this battle, this will decide the fate of the world, and Erwin will be dead weight. Erwin squeezes Levi’s hand and brings it to his lips.
“Be careful.” He whispers.
“I’m always careful.” Levi retorts, though the scar on his face says otherwise. “And you remember our rules for when I’m gone.”
Erwin cocks an eyebrow, a smirk loaded up and ready to be deployed for whatever snark his husband’s got lined up.
“No getting killed and no fucking mistresses.”
Erwin’s laugh is like bells, and it keeps Levi standing.
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episode 186
John’s backstory is over, and today’s episode was really, uh, fluffy.
- You’re in a library my guy, shhh. Blyke needs to catch up on sleep, he does look kinda awful.
- Remi has restored my faith in humanity. To be honest, that kinda sounds like the clubs we have in school already, like those judgment, bully, and stress - free clubs where everyone just uses their phones or plays cards.
- Not much to say except Remi’s face is just 💗
- Let’s take a moment to appreciate Isen’s bizarre facial expressions. He’s really good at hiding too. I almost completely missed him.
- Don’t listen to them, you’re doing great sweetie. To be fair, Isen has a good reason to hide, because his death probably follows within the coming days.
- You’ll be missed my dude. Take cover, John is coming. I feel so bad for Isen, he’s so afraid of John, he can’t even write articles without freaking out.
- You guys better take him seriously, that’s his last will and testament right there. BURN HIS LAPTOP WHEN HE PERISHES.
- I’d put all my trust in Blyke, he literally went super saiyan like 8 episodes ago. Then again, John could probably copy his super saiyan move so, uhm, at least you tried Blyke.
- Isen doing it for the greater good. We’ll miss you buddy ✊😔.
- Yes, Wellston does need a Safe House. That name literally sums up everything that Wellston should have. The fact that kids are running around TERRIFIED for their life (like my baby Isen) should send a message to the school that something is very wrong. It shouldn’t just be up to the students to fix it, though I’m very happy with how the Royals handled the situation.
- He still has his apple. That’s all I have to say.
- My mans gonna die. I can’t wait to see this club happen. And imagine if they invite Evie, and she talks with Remi again, that’d be so cute and wholesome!
- Remi, I love you but that’s a really stupid move you’re making right there. Please get down and find a ladder instead of risking your life, I’m crying in fear over here.
- Those decorations are cute, and now I want a safe house too. If Remi and Blyke were running it then hell yeah, sign me up.
- I feel like Rei had the best mindset when it came to the hierarchy, the problem was that no one else did, which was why his plan never worked. I really miss Rei, he would have been a great character in the series and it’s such a shame he died to EMBER.
- shsdfsgdfs oh my god it’s baby Arlo. Uru-chan this is a blessing, how can I ever repay you?
- Reilo needs to be canon, I swear. Just look at the two! That’s so cute, and Rei’s smile while Arlo’s busy being all mad, it makes me wanna cry again.
- I think Arlo wanted to reduce the violence in the school but he had doubts about Rei’s way of doing it because of what he saw during Rei’s term. In the end, he still defends Rei’s actions, like when Cecile insulted him, so Arlo is still a good guy.
- FRIENDSHIP GOALS!
- The fact that these two have stuck with her through everything really says something about their bond. Even now the three of them are working together to fix Wellston, even though the situation is so stressful.
- I hope they all have a great time during the club because these three really need a break after all the hard work they put in.
- Wowie wow, what a beautiful panel. I might set this as my wallpaper.
- Look at all those students who are ready to help. The three of them are doing such a good job at getting the rest of the students to do something about Joker. With this OP squad they can take on anything.
- Look at Holden’s face, lmao.
- I love that Seraphina is still included, because Remi still looks up to her, and so do many of the low-tiers like Evie and Roland.
- John, go to hell. I don’t need you ruing this perfectly happy moment for Remi.
- He literally insulted her dead brother. I don’t care if he didn’t know he was dead, you don’t just go around saying that, especially if you don’t know the person. You think if he knew who Rei was and what he died for, would he have said that?
- Probably, John’s too far gone.
- REMI NOOO!
- My girl, I told you that was a bad idea. I bet Blyke’s gonna save her though and I’ll go nuts over it.
- The desks are falling too, that’s a dangerous situation :/
- Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
- No, my future boyfriend caught me.
- This scene is just beautiful. I’m crying. Blyke being a fairy tale prince is practically canon. I mean just look at that save. He’s a knight in shining armor, who drinks respect women juice for breakfast.
- The way he’s holding her. Blyke is 10/10 husbando material.
- He’s definitely gotten stronger, that energy blast was frickin awesome. Somehow, Remi wasn’t hurt from it though, so maybe he has some fine control over it?
- Look at how he’s STILL holding her. That’s so freaking adorable.
- Blyke’s a bad liar. I can totally see that being true. That energy pulse was sick though.
- What if he tells Remi what he’s been doing? Would she be upset, because he told her to take a break from being a superhero, but he went off on his own to level up anyway?
- Would she be happy that he’s trying to get stronger?
- I still think Remi is a little stronger. Keep in mind she’s probably been training too. Blyke could be a high tier now.
- I have a feeling his ability expands from just energy beams. Or that his passive is using energy to heal, like how the bruise got a lot better in the morning after his first rendezvous.
- Maybe he can beat Cecile now? Would they have the same passive?
- Zeke you dumb, *sshole.
- You have gotten beaten so many times yet you still wanna go out and piss someone off? smh.
- Now I actually WANT John to beat the daylights outta him. It would serve him right. Seriously Zeke, I feel bad for you. Just go, down a bottle of tylenol or something. Take a road trip to the Sahara Desert. Make a tinder account. Bothering John should not be one of your priorities.
FINAL THOUGHTS:
Blemi and Reilo are both practically canon
Zeke’s stupidity knows no bounds
Remi and Blyke’s new club might really help the school’s environment
Isen is brave man, who will forever be remembered in our hearts
#unordinary#unordinary remi#unordinary blyke#blyke#remi#unordinary isen#isen#unordinary rei#rei#unordinary arlo#arlo#episode 186#review#we need more baby arlo#rip rei#remi is too good
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As The Sun Sets, Its Light Shines
(Erehisu pairing. Takes place in the middle of ch 106. Also on AO3.)
It had been a year since he had kept the secret, one which had tormented him day and night, and had slowly eaten away his smile.
But now that the secret was out, this was the first time Eren was back at this place. At the orphanage. The place where she spent most of her time even now.
Seven Years.
“Oy, Sasha! Don’t sleep on the straw bag!”
“Mmmh shadap… what’cha gonna do about it anyway?”
“Why, you…”
Eren ignored the commotion made by Connie and Sasha behind him and kept cleaning the stable. He had more than gotten used to excessive cleaning chores under Captain Levi’s command. Enough to give him occasional nightmares when he was younger. Now, the sixteen year old welcomed the strain of the menial labors, drowning his ever noisy mind with the creaks of the shovel as it hit the ground. Rinse and repeat.
He only stopped when a hand grabbed his wrist, and he met the caring, but stern look of Mikasa.
“Eren. You’re still tired from yesterday’s mission. Don’t overwork yourself.”
Eren frowned slightly, but did not voice his protest out loud when she removed the shovel from his grasp. He barely did anything yesterday. On a better day, he would complain about her incessant mothering. Mikasa doting on him was a constant in his life since the day they met, seven years ago.
They were just normal kids at that time. Or were they really? What made one special was being born in this world. Perhaps, on the day of his tria, a year ago, a good point was brought about nine year old kids being capable to kill grownups being ‘worrisome' or ‘abnormal’, even if that was self-defense, and he never regretted his act.
He had been called ‘monster’ back then. A fitting title. Although as they all found out, this word was not only concerning him.
In truth, they had been wrong all along, had they not? About everything this world was. The monsters… the titans were not the enemy.
Instead, humanity was…
“We came to tell you we’re leaving for the camp again today.”
It was Armin who had said that, standing beside Mikasa. Armin could still smile, albeit less than before everything happened. The shorter teen was still carrying in his pocket that seashell he collected from their first time reaching the ocean. Eren knew.
Seven years for Eren. Twelve years for him.
“The prisoners of war again?” Eren ventured, brushing his long meshes away from his sweaty front, his eyes going from one of his friends to the other.
It was Armin who nodded, then glanced aside.
“Yes. I think… we’re getting a lot of progress with them. Even though you can’t come, we’ll keep you informed as always.”
Eren nodded, although he did not particularly care for the Marleyans imprisoned on his home soil, if he was honest with himself. His status meant he had more restrictions on who he could come in contact with, for obvious strategic reasons, and he had accepted that. And he was closely guarded. This was why Captain Levi's Squad members were always coming with him in his private outings.
Eren was fine with that. Armin, Mikasa, and everyone else, they were his friends. His war comrades. But he had no interest in befriending anyone from across the enemy line.
He had seen enough of what the Marley Empire was like already. Every night, there was always a chance that he would dream up another memories of them mistreating the Eldians… the true name of his people. He had seen through the eyes of both previous victims and perpetrators of war atrocities, had felt them live through him.
The Marleyans were humans. Horribly humans. Just as the Eldians would be, were they to be viewed as humans by the other races, instead of ‘the monsters who turns into titans’. Eren did not even blame the Marleyans and other countries for fearing Eldians. The people of the walls reacted the very same way to Eren the moment everyone found out he was a titan, after all.
Eren understood. Not like the world was wrong to be afraid.
“Eren?”
Eren blinked out of his train of thoughts and nodded.
“Right, well, see you later, then.”
Mikasa and Armin exchanged a look, then Armin bit his lips.
“Umm… by the way, about Zeke’s proposal… at that time, you-”
There was a heavy crash behind them, and they all turned to see Connie stuffing a struggling Sasha under a bag of hay. One stray arm hit Connie’s nose as the brown-haired girl screamed, and Connie bit back a curse, clutching his injured face.
“Ow! Quit it!”
“Hey, you two! You’re here to help, not fool around!”
It was Jean who had spoken, the taller teen had entered the barn carrying two buckets.
Following close behind him was Historia.
Eren saw the queen of the walls herself step into the barn, her golden blond hair down into a ponytail, a change from the last time he saw her, during the military council. She always kept them into a bun when in official duty. Eren did not know why his mind focused on that detail this time around.
Historia let the basket she was carrying down, and put her hands on her hips, glaring down at the mess of limbs that was currently Connie and Sasha.
“If you want to play games, there’s a group of kids outside who would be happy to join you! Don’t slack off on your duty!”
Sasha moaned and pulled herself up.
“S'not even our duty at all! We just take on extra work ‘cuze of him.”
“Oi, Sasha, stop complaining!” Connie reprimanded before standing up and dusting himself.
“What? I’m right!”
“Umm, well, I guess we should go, then,” Armin finally said, the light in his eyes dimming slightly. “Let’s talk later?”
Eren nodded, and watched Armin and Mikasa walk pass the commotion and out of the barn. Just before leaving, Mikasa gave him one last look. It would seem neutral to most observers, but Eren knew her enough to acknowledge the soft worries in her eyes.
In truth, he was used to that look from her. More than enough, in his opinion.
His eyes fell back onto Historia once Mikasa was out of view, and this time, Historia looked back at him. For one awkward moment, Eren wondered if he should look away, but he did not. He only realized the barn had fallen silent when Jean sighed and took both Connie and Sasha by the arms.
“Alright, let’s find a better thing to do for you two, then.”
He sounded annoyed, typical for Jean. All the more at Eren. During their military trainee years, the two had fought a lot. What was an ideology competition had mellowed down to lips service at this point, however. Eren was not even sure he remembered what had made them clash so much. Likely, they had both matured out of the dumb ignorant brats they once were.
Like all the survivors of the 104th, there was respect now. Respect and a certain fondness. Jean did not even look back toward Eren and Historia as he left with Connie and Sasha, and yet, Eren had a feeling the taller teen had been signaling him something.
When his eyes met Historia’s again, Eren completely forgot about Jean, and his mind came back to what had happened a few days prior.
Right. Zeke’s plan had been presented to the Military council by Yelena’s writing. Yelena, the leader of the ‘Anti-Marleyan Voluntaries’, non-Marleyan people who had been conscripted by the Marleyan Empire and dominated. People whom Eren’s half-brother, Zeke, had been uniting to come help the Eldians in Paradis Island. Supposedly.
Zeke… he was a whole other issue for Eren, one he had mulled over for a good year already. It had been hard to reconcile the memories Eren inherited from his father of a frightened five year old, with the man who wore his father’s face and had killed so many of his people with his Beast Titan power. The one who turned Connie's village into titans.
An Eldian from Marley, like Eren’s father was, growing up into the military, probably thanks to their father’s wish to use his kid to accomplish his goal of restoring the Eldia power and freeing their people.
And in a sense, Grisha Yeager sacrificed Eren for a higher goal as well. Eren knew. He had received more love and care than Zeke had, yet, Grisha’s choice gave him the same fate.
He was not really over how messed up everything he had learned about his family was, but he could usually distract himself with other topics, like…
“So…”
… Like this one.
After one word, Historia clammed up, her gaze falling on the side. Equally hesitant, Eren let his attention wander on the fallen hay bags as he scratched his head.
Damn… they usually had easier talks than this.
But today…
Historia released a breath, and walked up to a wall close to Eren. Almost automatically, Eren did the same, and they stayed side by side, staring ahead, the silence only broken by the children’s laughter from outside.
To Eren, there was something comforting with these moments. Even at this time, he felt the tenseness of his body leaving.
“… How long have you kept it to yourself?” Historia finally asked softly.
Eren did not look at her.
“Since the day we brought my father’s journals in front of the Military council. I figured it out then.”
“… All this time, huh?” He heard shuffling, but he did not look. “I see. That must have been hard for you.”
Eren made a short noise. He wanted to downplay it, but he had too much respect for her to lie. The secret was out anyway.
“I gambled that another solution would come,” he said, frowning at the opposite barn wall, “there had to be. Zeke’s plan proves that. With Zeke as a royal blood titan, there is no need for anyone else.”
Historia’s answer was a small ‘hmm’ noise. He finally risked a glance at her, and saw her thoughtful, almost haunted look. It made his stomach churn. He never liked seeing her like that. It reminded him too much of their darkest hours.
She looked through one of the empty horse stalls.
“I made my choice a year ago, after all.” Her voice was soft, and her arms crossed. “That I would play my part as the dutiful Queen within the walls. In spite of the circumstances, like you, I accepted my role, and I am ready to fulfill it to the end.”
His jaw shut with tension. The unease in his stomach increased at her words. He flexed his fingers a few times.
“Your role is to be a figurehead. You don’t have to use titan powers at all. The Founding Titan’s power would be restricted if you ate it anyway.”
“… But we’ve both been prepared for this eventuality, haven’t we?” She replied, her fingers gripping her forearms. “Back when we did not know how the oath restricting the Founding’s power worked, we both gave it thoughts, as an eventuality for humanity’s sake.”
“You rejected it back then,” he reminded her, his voice rising up slightly. “You rejected your father’s will and saved me instead. You proclaimed yourself as enemy of humanity.”
Something prompted him to shut his mouth fast after that. He was unsure what exactly. A sort of grating malaise. For some reasons, Armin’s face came to his mind.
Before he could analyze why, Historia answered.
“Yeah. I did, didn’t I? And I don’t regret it.”
There was a fondness in her voice, something which made a calming sensation swell in his chest, and a smile birth on his lips, if only slightly.
“Well… I don’t regret hiding what I knew either.”
“… I see.”
He thought she would say more, but she did not. When he looked at her, he saw the soft smile stretching her lips, and the rosy tint her cheeks had taken under the falling sun coming from the open door. Eren closed his eyes and breathed in the sensation of peace that had filled the air. Something vaguely reminiscent of the home he lost so long ago.
“Eren?”
He opened his eyes and looked at her direction. This time, she was facing away, and all he could see of her face through her hair was part of her cheek.
“Thank you, for looking out for me. I wish I could repay the favor in turn.”
He kept his eyes on her for a moment, then looked up at the window again.
For some reasons, it was Kruger and his father he thought of, then, of their memories, dreams, drives.
No holders were perfect humans. None Eren had come to know of he would say were great people. In this cruel world, Perhaps true goodness could not exist.
And yet, there was a drive to each of them that was their own. Something they cared for above the idealized notion of the ‘greater good’ his younger self would say he was fighting for.
Something fundamentally selfish. Something fundamentally dependent upon their individual will.
Something that made them ‘enemies of mankind’ of their own.
“I chose to do this because I wanted to,” he finally answered back, “there is nothing to repay me for.” He looked back at her. “Can I have an independent selfish request of my own, though?”
She looks back at him, her blue eyes filled with curiosity. He represses a dark thought by swallowing before speaking again.
Seven years.
“Live a long life on your own term.”
Her eyes widened and he caught a few of her passing expressions as she went through them. Surprised, flustered, annoyed.
...Sadness. Pity, perhaps?
Or something else. He was not sure what her face was conveying then, but her gaze was plunged into his, and he did not want to look away.
Then, she finally answered.
“If I have the opportunity. If there is a way, I’ll do it. On my own term.”
If there was a way. Right then, Eren knew of one. Right then, there was Zeke.
The military government may not trust Zeke or Yelena, for good reasons in Eren’s opinion. If Eren was thinking of humanity’s survival, he would agree that Historia was the safest choice to gain the power to shake the Earth. The safest choice for those within the walls, the one that would be the most likely to side with their survival.
But Eren did not think of humanity then. Eren thought of that girl who proclaimed her hatred of humans, and declared she was an enemy of humanity. Just so that a pathetic person like he used to feel, could live on, and stop wishing he had never been born on this Earth. For the sake of one person alone, she would turn against everyone else.
And then, as they stared at each others, and as he took all the details of her face, Eren knew who and what he would side for above anything else in this existence. As long as he had left to live.
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rach this is literally so dumb but i can't help myself 😅
umm. yeah. can we get even a little hc or drabble or anything of going on a double date? reader x levi/zeke and reader's friend x zeke/levi? (you can totally choose the match-up!)
reader and their friend are being cute and sweet, but their boyfriends just haaaaaaate each other? i'm just imagining it being super hilariously awk.
PFFFFFT I'M SORRY THIS IS SO RIDICULOUS. FEEL FREE TO IGNORE FJDKLSFJKLS
NO PLZ I LOVE THIS(aka I'm imagining you going with Levi and me out with Zeke and then me and you are just literal rays of sunshine, holding hands and skipping along together. AND THEN ZEKE AND LEVI ARE LIKE HOLDING EACH OTHER AT GUNPOINT)
But here you go! Kinda goofy headcanons with your fav captain<3
~You thought it was super sweet that your usually stoic and quiet boyfriend agreed to go on a double date with you. You knew your friend's boyfriend wasn't Levi's favorite, but he behaved himself for you.
~The four of you had agreed to a casual walk in the park before stopping somewhere to eat, as it was a beautiful day out with a light breeze to keep things comfortable.
~You and your friend Petunia were chatting ahead of the two men, laughing and sharing stories with huge smiles on your faces.
~The two of you looked so happy that Levi could almost ignore the brooding and cocky presence of Zeke Yeager. The bearded blonde just irked Levo, and he wanted to do nothing more than drive his fist through the guy's nose.
~While you and Petunia caught up, Levi was left alone and next to Zeke, who was smirking at him. Levi turned him and growled, "What's got you so happy, monkey face?"
~The blonde just replied, "Oh how I've missed our little chats, Levi. Petunia talks about you and Y/n all the time. I miss catching up with you."
~This just boiled Levi's skin even more, and right before the dark haired male was about to launch at Zeke, you turn and catch sight of his frown. With a gentle hand on his shoulder and a sweet smile, you have Levi calmed down in seconds.
~"C'mon Levi, there's this really cute bird up ahead I want you to see!" You said as you grabbed his arm, tugging him ahead of the other couple and lacing your fingers through his own.
~You surprisingly kept him calm and civil throughout the double date, and even though they had to sit across from each other at dinner, a few drinks in each of the men had them loosening up and lessening the glares.
~When the night came to end you chirped, "We should do this again sometime!" And as much as Levi wanted to argue with you, the happiness etched in your face overtook any annoyance he might have felt.
#levi ackerman x reader#levi x reader#levi ackerman x you#levi x you#levi ackerman x y/n#levi x y/n#zeke yeager#zeke jaeger#zeke#attack on titan x you#attack on titan x reader#attack on titan#attack on titan x y/m#shingeki no kyojin x you#shingeki no kyoujin levi#shingeki no kyojin#shingeki no kyojin x reader
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57 or 73 with María flores with a female mc Please
Title: College Dancing Dues
Prompt: “Is that my t-shirt?” “Oh, are you ticklish?”
Pairing: Maria x F!MC (Gianna)
Word Count: 1.3k+
Summary: Maria gets a rejection letter from a college she didn’t plan to go to, despite that she thought she’d get in no questions ask and now worries about her chances to get into the school of her dreams. Luckily, Gianna is there to brighten her mood.
A/N: This is 9 months old, I’m finally fulfilling all my empty drafts of requests so I can reopen them with a clear mind, look out for more info on that. Masterlist in bio, check it out! Sorry for the wait anon, i hope it’ll be worth it if you’re still in the fandom and following me!
Thanks for reading! I hope you like it!
Gianna throws her arms into the air, jumped around to the music blaring from her stereo. One of Maria’s favorite songs playing to encourage her grumpy girlfriend to get up and dance instead of pouting over the rejection letter she got to a college she didn’t even want to go to. She jumps turning around to face Maria, who lays on her bed her face buried into the pillow, she could still hear Maria screaming into the pillow as she had been for the past ten minutes. She felt bad, despite Maria not even wanting to attend that school, she knew Maria would have a tough time coping with a rejection letter after Kepler and Lauren back in Middle School.
“Come on, babe! Dance with me!” She approaches Maria shaking her arms to the beat in the most obnoxious way she could muster. Maria’s head turns to the side looking at her girlfriend, her eyes lined with tears her mouth still open yelling with her deflating voice. “It’ll make you feel better.” She tried to coax Maria into believing her words.
“No.” Maria simply replies in a raspy tone, coughing over her words afterwards. She sits up in the bed to yank her water bottle out of her backpack sitting nearby her. She takes a large swig from the silver bottle before taking a deep breath. “I said no,” Maria replies as Gianna approaches her wiggling her arms at her.
“Please… Oh please, Maria!” Gianna begs, pouting at her girlfriend. She presses her lips together into a thin line, checking her watch for the time. She shakes her head no again, turning her attention to her phone. “It’s late, I should go home.” Deflecting won’t get you out of this one, Gianna thinks to herself, sidestepping to block the door from Maria’s vision.
“It’s barely even four, you’re not going home to scream in your own pillow and yell at your dads for trying to help.” Gianna crosses her arms, “You’re here at my house and you’ll forget about this dumb college application. What’s college? Never heard of it.” Gianna tries, looking away from Maria as though college was the most absurd word in the English language.
“That’s-” Maria begins to protest, getting cut off instantly.
“No.” Gianna huffs, causing Maria to roll her eyes before reluctantly swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, dropping to the floor her feet hitting the floor with a thud as she places her hands on her hips looking at Gianna with a stern face. “That’s not dancing.” She sings in a singsong-y voice, getting a quirk of a smile from Maria that’s quickly replaced with dread.
“I’m up and that’s all you’re getting from me.” Before Maria can respond, Gianna takes both of her hands into her own pulling her close to her a smirk on her lips as she leans in close to her whispering for the two of them to hear. “You’re not going to change my mind. I will not be dancing tonight, tomorrow, or at freaking Hartfeld. Who even goes to Hartfeld? No one.”
“We’ll see.” Gianna continues to smirk, as she lets go of Maria’s hands, with a quick movement her hands find their place on her sides beginning to tickle her as Maria shrieks with laughter. One of Maria’s secrets is how ticklish she is, Gianna always uses it against her when she realized during the summer when they were fighting over the remote to decide if they should watch America’s Most Eligible or The Crown and The Flame. Gianna won and made her girlfriend sit through an entire season, Maria was very upset to see Bianca leave over Zeke and wouldn’t let it go the entire day afterwards. Even texted Gianna with theories about Piper and rest of the producers.
“GIANNA STOP!” Maria laughs, her body squirming as her hands try to push away her girlfriend’s hands. Her eyes filling with happy tears as she finally manages to catch both of Gianna’s hands in her own, closing her fingers around Gianna’s to restrict her movements. “Gianna, don't you dare,” Maria warns after seeing the glint of mischief in her eyes.
“Dare do what?” She feigns fake shock, “I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re talking about.” She glances away from Maria looking around the room without any intent on her face, trying to hide her smile from her girlfriend's eyes. “Oh, are you ticklish?”
“You’re mean.” Maria pouts, “You know that.”
“What… this is news to me.” Gianna fakes surprise again, looking at Maria. “And is that my shirt?”
“It’s not my fault you left it at my house after cheer practice.” Maria shrugs, pulling down on the bottom of the t-shirt Gianna wore on the last day of school last year. “It’s comfortable and cute. And has Berry Pride.” Her cheeks flush with a gentle blush, as she looks down at the t-shirt. She honestly forgot it was Gianna’s, she didn’t even remember coming into having it despite telling Gianna she left it at her house, did she steal it?
The song comes to an end, as the room runs silently around them leaving the two of them standing together without any words. Maria crooks her eyebrows at Gianna daring her to make a move being sure to ready herself to keep her hands locked on Gianna’s. Gianna watches their hands waiting for Maria to slacken her grip, before striking her moves to lift Maria’s mood. “So.. if I tickle you right now, you won’t be bothered?”
“I never said I wasn’t ticklish,” Maria replies.
“Great,” Gianna smirks before pulling her hands from Maria’s grip as she distracted by the question, running her fingers over her sides as Maria shrieks with laughter again, her hands batting away one of Gianna’s hand the other reaching for other and missing entirely. Their hands clash in a series of a battle over who would win the tickle fight, Maria losing hardcore as Gianna continues to catch her with her free arm.
“I HATE YOU SO MUCH!” Maria laughs, shoving her hands playfully against Gianna’s shoulders. “I admit defeat, let me leave with my dignity intact, please.” Gianna stops momentarily as Maria grips the bed beside her for support. “You win.”
“I do love winning, what’s my prize?” Gianna questions innocently. Her eyelashes batting playfully at her girlfriend, Maria watches her for a second, brushing a few strands off loose hair off her own shoulder to fix the messy locks caused by Gianna during their game. “Name that commercial, every blank begins with K.”
“Nothing,” Maria mutters. “You’re childish.”
Giana grins, “A kiss? I would love a kiss, Maria.”
“You’re unbelievable.” Maria shakes her head the corner of her lips smirked upwards in a smile, that she tries to pretend isn’t visible. “Maybe I sort of also want a kiss.” She glances at the floor and back at Gianna.
“I didn’t hear that last part.” Gianna places her hand over her ear turning it towards Maria, “Can you say again? My hearing is lost to me in these feeble years of existing.” Maria smiles pushing her hand out of Gianna’s face before Gianna wraps her arms around Maria’s waist while Maria leans in to place a sweet kiss against Gianna’s lips. The former’s arms moving to wrap around her neck, letting her head turn to the side deepening the kiss. After a few sweet peeks against one another lips, Maria pulls away blushing.
“Thank you, I feel a lot better.” She brushes a strand of hair out of Gianna’s hair, “You’re the best girlfriend in the world.”
“I know.” Gianna smirks leaning in to steal one last kiss from Maria. “I love you, too.”
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