#and now I’m just upset because it could’ve been avoided by 1) our toilet not being shit (no pun intended)

[beewritings]

Break up texts with AOT characters

(Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Zeke & Porco)

AFAB reader

Content Warning: angst, fluff & some nsfw. Mentions of ddlg (?), semi public sex, I think that’s all. :)

Yes, all the times are the times I worked on them. I don’t sleep lmao. There are typos I see them in just unbothered to fix them

Eren

You drive over to Eren’s place about ten minutes later. You already cried and did your little heartbreak grieving before leaving. To be fair , you just wanted to have sex with him one more time. Unless he gets into a new relationship, you wouldn’t mind being his friends with benefits, but considering the fact you’re in love with him... it’s a hard no. You get there after fifteen minutes of driving, you have a spare key which you will be returning so you just walk in. You see him sitting on the couch of his apartment, leaning forward with his legs spread and his head in his hands. He looks up and sees you. You walk to him and sit on the couch in front of him.

“Hey...”

“Hey.”

The awkward silence was so uncomfortable, you honestly didn’t want him to say the words to you again. You just wanted to see him, to have him. One more time before you avoid him forever.

Armin

You feel bad that you broke up with Armin through text, but you didn’t have the guts to tell him in person. But since he was so calm about it, you decided to go and visit him a few hours later. When you get to his dorm which was just across from your dorm building, you do your knock so he knows it’s you. He rushes to the door and greets you with a smile and asks why you’re there. You tell him how you felt bad that you broke up with him by text and wanted to check on him.

“Y/n, I’m fine! It was only 4 months, it takes longer than that for me to fall in love. I saw us as baby couple, just trying it out until it gets serious. I’m not angry, I’m not upset. Don’t worry, y/n. And the way we can still be friends? It makes me happier!”

Let’s just say that a few days later, you crawled right back to him asking him for you back. Eren told him it’s because his dick game strong, and even though Armin knows his game is strong, he knows that you just have a kind heart and that’s why you’ve been attracted to him. Now it’s been over a year and you have a promise ring on your finger :)

Jean

You and Jean are literally in the same apartment. You LIVE with him. You’re in the bathroom and he was cooking food. He texts you telling you to get off the toilet and go to the kitchen so you finish your business and do what he says. You get to the kitchen to smell the beautiful food and you approach your husband.

“You’re joking right? About not feeling it between us?”

“Of course I’m joking, I’m literally married to you. Today is our 2 year anniversary. Jean, did you get high before cooking? Did Eren sneak in here and let you smoke? Are you good?”

Jean holds your waist, giving you kisses on your forehead. He pushes you lightly against the counter next to the stove. He shoves his face into your neck, leaving those gorgeous black and blue galaxies on your neck.

“Really? Before our guests come over? You’re such a bad boy, do I have to punish you later tonight?”

“If anyone’s getting punished, it’s you for pretending to break up with me,” he lifts you up and puts you on the counter, going in between your legs. He lifts up your skirt, leavings kisses all on your thighs making his way to your core. “Now, you be a good girl and let daddy take care of you, yeah?”

Connie (yes the top text is cut off for a reason)

You googled break up texts because you wanted to mess with him, but his responses really disappointed you. Like geez prank gone stupid? When Connie gets to your place, he literally brought his switch and extra controllers and he pushes his way inside. You own the switch lite (pain) so you always ask him to bring his and connect it to the tv. He’s so focused on gaming with you that he doesn’t even pay attention the fact that you’re wearing lingerie. You don’t even want to play, you just wanted sum fuk. He finishes setting up the console and sits on the couch.

“Hey babe. Oh, nice. You look cute.”

“???? CUTE?”

“Yeah. You ready? Lets play.”

“Why am I dating you? You don’t even know how romance works.”

“Yes I do. If I win, I fuck. You win, I go down on you. Is that not how it works?”

“.... connie shut up and let’s just play.”

Reiner

You felt like the world was coming to an end. What made Reiner change his mind? You guys just made love the other night again, he took you out to eat last night, why today? Oh no... was he spoiling you to prepare you for heartbreak? Reiner doesn’t seem like that though.... why is he so poetic yet such an ass? It’s around 9 pm when he stops by with your belongings. You try to give him his goodies but he tells you to keep it. He allows you to cry in his arms, to kiss him one last time. And the whole time this happens, this man gets a raging fucking hard on. You know he had a thing for pain and degradation, but this is real life. Is he really getting turned on by a break up? But... it gives you a chance to have one last sex before he never comes back. Because god that man has a monster dong.

“Reiner.. whats with the hard on?”

He blushes, moving a hand to cover his crotch area. Unfortunately, your hand grips his cock this his pants before he does. He buckled his knees and legs out a strangled moan, just for you.

“Y/n, d-don’t do this..”

“Oh? Who’s the one who got a hard on from breaking up with me? Huh?”

Before you can do anything else, he pushes you off him, your ass landing on the bed. You were expecting one thing, but not what he does.

“Stop! Listen, I got to go. I hope you live a happy life... I love you...”

He walks towards your apartment door, swings it open and steps out.

“Take care.”

Zeke

After Zeke had texted you that, of course you cried. You didn’t know how to take it... he’s in his thirties and you’re only in college. Hell, you have class with his younger brother. But have fun? Go to parties and fuck other men? Like if you’re a cuck, just say it. If he REALLY wants you to party and sleep with other people, they could’ve just stayed in a relationship but make it open. He could’ve added some people to the sequence... you’ve always wanted a threesome, especially with a girl so you don’t understand why he’d just leave you. But you don’t even like parties or clubs. You love him, you want to be settled down. You wanted him. If he found another woman... he would’ve said that right? Or is he manipulative like you heard his brother was? Everyone knows about Eren, he’s a whore. Does it run in the family? No... he only broke up with you today. Just wait a bit before assuming.

A month passes, you went to one (1) party at a club with your dorm roommate, Hitch, and you had a terrible time. You saw one man drop something in your drink (which you proceeded to toss on his face), two others tried sandwiching you on the dance floor (which he elbowed them both in the face), and some other guy literally touched your thigh while trying to speak to you at the bar. You had enough. You socked him in the face, and went towards the bathroom area. You see a familiar face with an unfamiliar woman.

Zeke...

He had a woman with long black hair on his lap. No... it’s hidden but you could see it in plain sight. He had his cock stuffed inside her, under her skirt. She had this twisted face of pleasure and he wasn’t moving, nothing. She was moving her hips on his lap, pleasing him. She looks around and makes eye contact with you. She recognizes you as Zeke’s ex, and rides him quicker.

You look away, angrily and upset, you throw the cup you were babysitting on the floor in front of you, shattering it. People around who heard it look, including Zeke. He turn your head to look him dead in the eye with your look of disgust, and turn around to leave.

That was the last time you saw him or came in contact with him.

Porco

You sigh. You always were there for him on his shitty days. You feel bad leaving him stranded. So you ended up going over. You think it’s a bad idea and it probably is, but you’ll suffer the consequences if so. You drive to his apartment and walk in with the spare key you had. You don’t see him so you assume he’s in his room. You hear a faint sound, almost like a moan. You take a huge sigh. If he’s jerking off, you’re leaving. You walk in, opening his door and you see his back his facing you. He turns around and... he’s crying. Porco isn’t much of a crier so this really shocked you. You run to him, sitting next to him and hold his face.

“Pock, my baby...”

“Y/n, don’t leave me. Please... I know I’m a dickhead a lot and I know I’m a piece of shit. I hold so much anger in me and... I take it out in the wrong person. I’ll take anger management or something, I’ll go to a therapist. Just... please don’t leave me. You’re the reason I wake up, my sun and moon. The one I love, y/n please.. I want to build a future with you. I want to get married, have abratty little mommy’s boy with you and cute little daddy’s girl.... please.. Don’t leave me..”

Well shit. That was some convincing. After telling yourself 400 times to break up with him, he convinced you to stay this easily. After cuddling and holding him in your arms to nap, you woke up with your ass pressed against his dick. Yup, he’s hard. You can imagine what y’all did when he woke up.

You love Porco, and he was right. You wanted to build a future with him too. Maybe it’s time.

[nhl-imagines-posts]

Jeff Skinner - Future With You Part 2

Team: Carolina Hurricanes

Requested: Yes (Just a few ;) girrrrl imma need a part 2 of future with you. you can’t leave me hanging and Part 2 to the Skinner Imagine please and Ummmm is there going to be a part 2 to future with you because I NEED THAT IN MY LIFE and could you do a part 2 of the jeff skinner one and Please tell me there’s a part 2 of the Jeff Skinner imagine!!!

Edited: Yes

Word count: 1, 352

Summary: you meet again and he finds out you’re pregnant, he finally wants to move relationship forward

Part 1

~

I don’t regret leaving Jeff.

I know that I want a future for myself more than anything, and he wasn’t able to give me that at that point in our lives.

And by that point in our lives I mean five months ago.

But five months ago, our whole lives changed when I threw my already packed bags into the car, waved goodbye to that little girl for the last time, and drove off.

My friend let me sleep on her couch until I found an apartment of my own.

I remember the second I stepped into my new apartment I immediately ran for the toilet.

I thought it was from moving around all day, or the air in my new apartment had some weird chemicals in it.

And then it continued every day the whole week, no matter where I was so I counted the chemical air out.

And then I tried doing nothing all day and it continued.

When my boobs started to hurt, I reached my breaking point.

I tried a pregnancy test and it turned out positive.

Looks like I am getting that future after all- just without Jeff.

“Are you sure you want mayonnaise?” I mumble to my small bump.

I started talking to my unborn baby the day I found out I was pregnant and I’ve done it every day since.

“But mama doesn’t even like mayonnaise, remember last time when she was sitting in front of the toilet all day?” I rub my stomach, staring at the familiar blue label in front of me.

Whenever Jeff wanted a sub, I would load it with mayo.

He loves mayo.

“Y/N?”

I turn to look at the voice and Jeff’s widened eyes widen even more when he sees my hand resting on my swollen stomach.

“You’re supposed to be in Calgary,” I say softly.

It’s not that I’m avoiding Jeff- or stalking him, even, it’s just that I was a Hurricanes fan before we started dating.

I’m not going to let him ruin my team for me.

“You look nice,” he comments, eyes glimmering as they run from my head to my toes.

“Thank you.”

We stand in silence, just staring at each other.

It’s not awkward but my heart is pounding.

I can’t help but think of my doctor’s words- stress isn’t good for the baby.

“So I should probably-“”Are you pregnant?” He blurts out.

“Um, yes, I am,” I shift uncomfortably but my feet continue to cry out in pain.

I’ve been standing for too long.

“Oh, um, congratulations.” His words are happy but his face is full of desperation. “I know you’ve wanted this for a long time.”

I don’t say anything, I just watch him carefully.

“I just wish it could’ve been with me,” he mumbles under his breath, obviously not meaning for me to hear.

“You know what? Screw you, Jeff.” His head snaps up at my harmful words. “That’s the problem with you. I give you years and years to do one simple thing to propel our relationship forward towards this,” I wave towards my swollen stomach, “I even offer to do it myself but you came at me with that sexist bullshit that it’s the mans job to do it, and I just said okay because I knew if I proposed you would say no because of your huge ass ego.”

Everyone in the aisle is watching us now and I notice his cheeks are starting to flame up in embarrassment.

Mine are doing the same thing, but out of anger.

“Maybe it’s a good thing you’re not here to raise this baby with me, because you would just push it to the side with an excuse that your job prevents you from doing this, your job prevents you from doing that, it’s bullshit, Jeff! Your career will last ‘til forty at the latest and then what’ll happen? Your son or daughter will be fifteen by then and have no relationship with you because you put your job first,” I spit out. “Now excuse me, I’m going to grab my goddamn mayonnaise so I can leave and sit the hell down.”

I push my cart past him but he grabs my bicep, stopping me. “Did you say my son or daughter?”

I laugh bitterly. “Yes, this one is your kid.”

“I’m having a child?”

I soften as I look at the overwhelmed expression on his face.

“Yeah, I’m four months along,” I answer.

“Can I be there for you two? Please, I’ll put you first, I swear,” he begs.

I sigh, rubbing my eyes tiredly.

“I want to be there for our child, Y/N. And you.”

I look up at him, already deciding my answer, but when I see how much worry and concern is in those familiar brown eyes, it confirms I made the right decision.

“Okay.”

~~~

Jeff is doing extremely well being there for me and the baby.

He didn’t rush me to move back in with him like I thought he would, instead coming over to my apartment to assemble all of the furniture for the nursery.

He held me while I cried at how beautiful it looks.

He went to every ultrasound that he could- which was all of them except two because he was on road trips, and apologized multiple times both times he couldn’t be there.

Noah told me he constantly talks about me and the baby.

How much he admires me for being able to hold somebody inside my body and handle it by myself for the first trimester, arguably the hardest trimester.

And how excited he is for the baby- whenever the guys give him name suggestions, he writes them down and tells me, even if they’re something that’s obviously a joke like Hurricane.

One thing that really made Jeff upset, though, was when he found out that on my due date he would be on a Canadian road trip.

He suggested that he just call in sick, but I told him to go, that we would still be here when he got home.

That’s how I ended up in the situation I’m in now.

I’m sitting in a hospital bed, two centimeters away from being fully dilated and ready to push.

“Are we waiting for the dad?” A nurse asks me as they start to prepare the necessary supplies.

“No, it’s just us,” I squeeze my best friend’s hand nervously.

She gives me an excited smile, camera in hand.

Jeff wanted her to record it all to watch it later, although I don’t know why he would want to watch the baby come out of my vagina that I haven’t shaved in months covered in blood and other fluids.

But whatever makes him happy.

A commotion outside the room makes us all look and Jeff storms in, suit disheveled and his face sweaty.

“What are you doing here?” I ask softly as he rushes up to me.

He grabs my hand, pushing my hair back out of my face. “I would never miss this for the world.”

My best friend starts to lower the camera but Jeff protests. “I want to show this to the guys later.”

“I don’t think the guys want to see this, Jeffy,” I breathe out through the shortly spaced contractions.

“Are you okay? How do you feel? Do you need anything? Is the baby coming now?”

“Fully dilated, ready to push!” The doctor shouts.

~~~

“We got so lucky,” I stare down at the sleeping newborn in my arms.

“We did,” Jeff agrees, “He looks so much like you.”

We’re in a blissful silence, just watching our sleeping baby.

“You know,” Jeff breaks the silence, making my head turn to look at him. He looks nervous.

“When I was little, I stole my mom’s wedding ring and proposed to a girl on the playground. Do you think our son will do the same?”

He lifts his hands and opens the velvet black box, revealing a shimmering oval ring.

“Oh my God, Jeff,” I gasp.

“Will you marry me and make my future complete?”

“Of course.”