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pedrito-friskito · 1 year

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My special prompt is for Javier Peña Ranch with a special combo for fluff and smut! If you're up for it! 😍💜

Fluff prompt: #6

Smut prompt:#6

Can't wait to see what you bring us!! Happy Sunday and happy writing!!! 🥰❤️

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SKYEEEEEEEEE ohhohohohoh let me tell you I saw ‘ranch” and then I saw those prompts and my brain said LET’S FUCKING GO. going back to the ranch is always so much fun for me, and this was the perfect opportunity for something delicious, sexy, and deliciously sexy 😍 I hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting my love!! xoxoxo

strawberry shortcake - the ranch - javier peña x fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: explicit smut, lots of teasing, shower sex, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), I regret NOTHING

It all starts in the morning.

As usual, Javi’s out the door with the sun, getting done the few things that need doing on the weekends, the Saturday sun beating down on his back with every step. By ten o’clock, he’s heading back to the house, the animals fed and watered. Getting closer to the house, he can hear music on the radio, and when he steps up the porch, he can see you through the screen door, dancing around the kitchen.

Every little thing she does is magic, everything she do just turns me on

Javier chuckles under his breath, pulling the door open and stepping inside, tossing his hat and his gloves onto the bench beside the door. You don’t notice at first, preoccupied with whatever it is you’re baking. There’s a bowl of cut strawberries on the counter, and the heat lingering in the air tells him the oven is on. He leans against the kitchen doorway, crossing his arms over his chest, one boot propped over the other, just watching as you unhook a bowl from under the stand mixer. The whisk attached to the mixer drips with whipped cream.

You curse, wiping the white off the counter with your finger and sucking it between your lips. Javier inhales sharply, watching your tongue dart out when some cream lingers at the corner of your mouth. It takes everything in him not to stick his hand down the front of his suddenly too-tight jeans.

“You’re up early,” he calls, announcing his presence. It makes you jump anyway, nearly dropping the bowl as you turn to set it on the island. You smack a hand to your chest, eyes going wide.

“Christ, Javi!” you half-shout, but there’s a smile on your face. “That whipped cream was nearly all over the floor.”

“Didn’t mean to spook you,” he says, stepping forward until he can twine his arms around your waist, leaning down to fit his face into your neck. You hum happily as he does it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I was hoping you’d still be in bed when I came back.”

“Well, we have to leave for Connie and Steve’s in an hour or so,” you reply, “and this shortcake isn’t gonna make itself.”

Javi groans into your throat. Right. The party. He’d partially forgotten.

Connie and Steve moved to Laredo recently — further into the slowly-growing suburbs than the ranch was — and were throwing a house-warming party of sorts. You’d gone into the city one night this week to pick out a gift, returning with a few tasteful picture frames and a stuffed bunny for Olivia, and had reminded him last night you wanted to stop at a florist on the way there to get flowers for Connie.

“You agreed, Jav,” you laugh, tipping your head back while he lets his mustache scrape along your pulse. “Besides, it’ll only be a couple hours, then we can come home and you can have me all to yourself all night long.”

The mere idea of it makes his jeans tighter still, and he nips at your skin, earning himself a smack to the shoulder.

“Watch it! You know Connie’ll give me hell if I show up covered in hickies.”

“Love bites,” he corrects, pulling his head up, meeting your eyes. A strand of hair falls in your face, and he brushes it away, leans in to kiss your mouth, tasting the cream on your lips. “Mmm, sweet.”

“Love bites, sure,” you repeat, rolling your eyes. “Go get in a shower, cowboy.”

He pulls away from you reluctantly. “Does that mean you’re not joining me?”

“If the cake is done before you’re out, then maybe.”

“Querida,” he pouts and you push him in the direction of the stairs.

“Enough with the puppy dog eyes!” you laugh, still grinning. “Go!”

Ten minutes later, the cake is cooling on the counter and he has you pressed against the shower wall. The wet rope of your hair curls around his wrist as he holds you in place, your feet outside of his, your back arched and your moans filling the bathroom. His other hand is curled around your hip, grunting with every snap of his hips, the smack of your ass against the tops of his thighs.

He cums fast, driving his cock deep, and then yanks you up, banding his arm beneath your tits, his other hand moving to your clit, drawing fast circles that have you keening in his arms. You shower fast after that, taking turns beneath the spray, and you slink out first after kissing him soundly.

The bathroom is still full of steam when he gets out, and Javi takes his time, checking his discarded watch to see how much time he has. He brushes his teeth, combs his hair, shaves the bit of stubble from his jaw. When he walks back to the bedroom, towel wrapped around his hips, you are nowhere to be found, but you’ve laid out his red plaid shirt on the bed, along with a dark pair of jeans and his black leather belt.

Half an hour, and he’s walking down the stairs, fingers hooked into his belt as he turns down the hall to the kitchen.

His jaw nearly hits the floor, and his jeans are tight all over again.

You look absolutely edible.

Javier is pretty sure he’s never seen this dress before. His mind is a rolodex when it comes to you, full of details and moments and lists. Among those lists is his favourite outfits of yours — most of which are for bedroom use only, but there are a good few others that are outside-friendly. But this dress…he’s never seen this dress before.

It hangs off you perfectly, accentuating every curve of your body. It’s a pale turquoise colour, with little peach flowers all over it. There are buttons down the front, and the straps are thin, thin enough for him to know you’re not wearing a bra underneath.

Javi wolf-whistles, and you jump again, tilting your head back with a laugh as he walks into the kitchen, stepping toward you. “Don’t you look at me like that, Javier Peña,” you chide, pointing a finger in his direction. “You already had your way in the shower.”

“My way?” he repeats, lifting a brow as he moves behind you, letting his hands rest on your hips. The fabric of the dress is impossibly soft. “Pretty sure we both got our way, didn’t we?”

“We did,” you say, giggling as he presses his chest to your back. “I’m just saying, you got what you wanted, and we don’t have time—” The end of your sentence cuts off with a gasp as he slides his hand between your legs, pushing the heel of his palm against your cunt.

“Time for what, querida?” he asks, dragging the tip of his nose along your neck. “You know as well as I do I could make you cum right here and now.”

“Javi.” Your fingers curl around his wrist, and for a moment he thinks you’re going to pull his hand away, but you don’t. “You’re gonna make us late.”

“And Steve can give me hell about it all afternoon if he likes,” he replies, stepping away from the counter and the half-finished cake, taking you with him. You go willingly, melting into his arms.

Two minutes later, and he has you bent over the arm of the couch, eating your pussy from behind, the skirt of your dress bunched in his fists. Your thighs quake against his face, your underwear hooked around one ankle, and Javi lets one hand glance down the back of your leg as you cum with a shout, one arm reaching around to bury your hand in his hair.

Satisfied, Javier leans back on his feet, leaving a wet kiss on one cheek and delivering a quick spank to the other. It makes you moan and he grins, helping you back into your underwear, letting your skirt fall back down over your ass. You straighten slowly, still catching your breath, and Javi grabs your chin, kissing you hard, enough that he hopes you can taste yourself on his tongue.

“Ready to go, baby?”

Twenty minutes later, and you’re both in the truck, the gifts in the backseat, the strawberry shortcake boxed and resting at your feet. You turn up the radio as Javier drives, rolling down the windows to let the summer breeze waft through the truck cab.

Before you make it into the busier streets of the city, you pull your feet up under you, loosening your belt slightly so you can lean over the middle console of the truck. Javi lifts his brow as your hand curls around his bicep, skimming up and down his arm.

“I really love this shirt on you,” you mutter, leaning closer until you can press your lips beneath his ear. “Looks so fucking good, baby.”

He opens his mouth, but no words come out, only a low groan as your hand moves down between his legs, cupping him through his jeans, the heat of your hand seeping through the material.

“Cariño,” he mutters, gritting his teeth as the blood rushes south, cock twitching in his pants. “I will pull this truck over, I swear to god.”

Just as the words are past his lips, the streets grow busier, the countryside giving way to the suburbs, and you sink back into your seat, returning your feet to the floor, resting your hand over his on the gearshift.

“Are you okay, Javi, sweetheart?” you ask, your voice falsely sweet as you lace your fingers through his. “You look a little flushed.”

He tightens his grip on the steering wheel and presses the gas a little harder. You just laugh.

Connie and Steve are excited to see you both, and Olivia doubly so. You’ve seen them a few times since you and Javi became an official item, and while Livvy loves her Uncle Javi, she loves you even more. The afternoon is spent in the Murphys’ large backyard, filled to bursting with lawn chairs and tables, a little inflatable pool for the kids, overflowing coolers filled with beer and soda for the adults. Steve pulls Javier in every direction, introducing him to their new neighbours, Steve’s new colleagues and the like. A few are familiar faces to Javi, and there’s the inevitable conversation of how it’s such a small world, inquiries about Javier’s parents, the ranch, etcetera.

And the whole time, Javi keeps an eye on you.

Connie has commandeered you as much as Steve has Javier, introducing you to all her friends and the neighbours. He’s watched as you’ve done the rounds, chatting with people, offering Connie help with refilling the coolers or setting out snacks. Olivia has most of your attention, however, and Javi watches more than once how she wobbles over to wherever you’re standing, wraps her little fingers around yours and pulls you over to the blanket of toys Connie laid out for her. You go willingly each time, a beaming smile on your face.

Now, Javier watches with a grin on his own mouth as Olivia giggles wildly, her little feet kicking while you blow raspberries on her little belly. Connie sits beside you on the blanket, the two of you chatting between Olivia’s requests to stack blocks or give voices to her stuffed animals.

“So, when are you gonna put a ring on that girl’s finger, Jav?” Steve asks, the words almost too loud, handing Javier another beer. He feels his ears go red as he takes the bottle, taking a long sip before Steve touches his boot to Javi’s. “Seriously, man. She’s an angel.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Javi quips, glancing at Steve before his eyes dart back to you. “I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Think less,” Steve tells him, tipping his bottle toward Javi. “It’ll just get you into more trouble. Just ask her. Honestly, Javi, I’ve never seen you this happy.” His ex-partner lifts a brow. “Or is the sex just that good?”

Javier chokes on his beer. He sputters, instantly wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt. “Shut the fuck up, Murphy.”

More conversations are had, more of Steve’s friends joining the circle to talk shop, football games and the new sports bar that opened downtown. It all sort of fades into the background for Javier as his gaze continually returns to you. Eventually, Connie pulls Steve away to help with something, the others go to make conversation elsewhere, and Javi is left alone in his chair.

He’s not lonely for long, however, because just as he’s setting his empty beer bottle down on the ground beside him, you materialize in front of him, dangling a fresh beer in front of his nose, the condensation dripping down the glass.

“Querida,” he grins, taking the beer before reaching for you, curling an arm around your waist. “Come here, you hot little thing.”

You throw your head back and laugh, falling into his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck. He leans in and kisses the hinge of your jaw, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin, the flowery smell of your hair. It’s intoxicating. You sink fully into his lap, leaning against his chest, moaning as you go.

“Ugh, that feels good,” you groan, tilting your head back so the sun pours over your face. “These shoes are killing me.”

Javier nips at your earlobe. “Moan for me again; it sounded nice.”

You smack his chest, straightening slightly. “Javi.”

“I’m just teasing.”

“Aren’t you always?”

He just chuckles, shaking his head as you lean back against his chest again. Javi rubs his hand up and down your back, drawing circles on the bare skin between your shoulders, letting his fingers dip beneath the fabric of the dress just a bit.

You hum quietly, resting your head on his shoulder. “Honestly, Jav, how are you so comfy? I could sit on you all day.”

Javi presses his lips together, feeling your face grow hot as you realize what you’ve said. He tightens his arm around your waist, squeezes your hip through the fabric of your dress. “You know you have an open invitation for that, querida.”

He can almost see the goosebumps rise across your skin, and you wiggle your hips slightly, adjusting yourself in his lap. His cock twitches at the friction and you drape both arms around his neck, leveling your face with his. You peck the tip of his nose, but then your mouth slips south, kissing his top lip softly. He can tell you’re restraining yourself, and it only makes him harder.

The hand not curled around your hip starts rubbing up and down your legs, and when your knees part slightly, he finds his opening, glancing around to make sure no one’s paying you any mind before he lets his hand slide right up your skirt, fingers skimming up the inside of your knee.

“Javier.”

He pushes his face into your neck again, making it look like he’s whispering something to you, a secret for your ears only. “You think anyone would notice if I started fingering you right now?” he asks, and you don’t reply, but he hears the quiet gasp, the hitch in your breath. “You can be good for me, can’t you, querida? Let me play with that pretty pussy, but don’t let anybody know what we’re doing. Hmm?”

You twine your fingers in the back of his hair and tug, hard enough that his head lifts from your throat. “Javier Peña, you’re a menace.”

“You’re the menace, cariño,” he responds, raising his brows. “Who gave you the right to look so fucking delicious in that dress, hmm? I oughta teach you a lesson.”

The corner of your mouth quirks. “Mm, I think I’d enjoy that lesson.”

He gives you a quick peck. “I’ll make sure that you do.”

Your grin turns full-blown. “And speaking of delicious, my shortcake was a hit, but I really think we should get home soon, Javi. There’s lots more whipped cream in the fridge, and I’d hate for it to go to waste.”

An hour and a half later, and you’re home. You’re home, and you barely made it through the door, a trail of clothes leading from the front porch and into the kitchen. The tile floor is cool against Javi’s bare skin, but he feels like he’s on fire all at the same time.

The bowl of whipped cream sits off to the side. You’re as naked as he is, sitting astride his face, your knees pressing against his shoulders. Javi’s got his hands on your hips again, holding onto you tightly, groaning into the inside of your thigh as you drop another dollop of whipped cream at the base of his cock. It’s cold — almost too cold — but the coolness turns to heat as you close your mouth around him again, the warmth of your mouth almost too much to bear. Your tongue rides the veins of his cock, laving at the base while the tip hits the back of your throat, cleaning the whipped cream from his skin.

He yanks you down hard, sealing his mouth around your cunt, pushing his tongue into your dripping hole. You keen, moaning around his cock, and the vibration makes him moan right back into you. You don’t let up, not until he’s cumming hot down your throat, and even then, you pull off him with a quiet pop, instantly dropping your head to lick the rest of the whipped cream up. It sends chills through his whole body, leaves him writhing on the floor, and he taps your thighs, signaling you to get off.

Javier doesn’t let you go far, pulling you back against him as soon as you’re upright, both of you on your knees on the kitchen tile. With one hand, he smears whipped cream around your nipple, mouth lowering to lick it up a moment later, and the other finds its way between your legs, thumb circling your clit, two fingers sinking into you.

“Javi,” you groan, your head dropping back on your shoulders, one hand diving into his hair as he scrapes his teeth against your nipple, reaching for more whipped cream before moving to the other. “Oh my fucking god.”

He drags his tongue against you before flicking his eyes up to your face. “Moan my name again, querida,” he grins. “It sounded nice.”

“Javier.”

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cutesyscreenname · 1 year

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A Cowboy Like Me : Chapter 2

What Must It Be Like

Chapter 1

Series summary:

I've had some tricks up my sleeve

Takes one to know one

You're a cowboy like me

Javier Peña is a playboy, sleeping his way across Bogotá, never settling down. And he's used to being the only one. What happens when he meets his match? A friendly challenge between friends couldn't hurt, could it? Unless that friend is you...

Chapter Summary: Javier thinks over everything that happened at the bar as he and Steve get you home. He shouldn't be feeling like this...

Pairing: Javi Peña x f reader

Rating: 18+ minors DNI

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: drinking, hangover, language, angst 😉

Notes: So this is turning into a much longer endeavor than originally intended 😂 I thought it would only be a few parts but I capped this bad boy at 3k and we only made it halfway to where I thought we would. The next one will likely be even longer so hopefully y'all are down for it.

Here is the song mentioned at the end (there's no canon for it but I feel like Javi would have a few records from the 70's he brought from home and Santana would be one of them):

And the full playlist:

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominoes

My mind turns your life into folklore

I can't dare to dream about you anymore

From the moment your eyes closed until you reached the parking lot of your shared apartment building there was no sound but the dull rumble of the engine and a gentle crooning over the radio.

Javier leaned his dark curls against the headrest, staring straight ahead but seeing nothing in front of him.

Steve’s eyes flickered over to his friend with concern but he held his tongue. The man was a million miles away, gears turning so quickly behind his eyes Steve swore he could hear the faint sound of metal scraping over itself in a desperate grind.

A cowboy. Like him.

I do what Javi does.

I'll prove it to you.

I hear it every time I try to sleep.

You're declarations float around Javier's mind in a jumble, a record that someone keeps lifting and dropping the needle onto at random.

You were a tricky one, no doubt about it. It’s why he liked you, why he wanted your friendship. Smart but not pretentious, guarded yet forgiving, sure footed but still a little reckless, and the biggest heart that you thought no one could see. Maybe they couldn’t, but he could.

He had imagined your romances before; tentative coffee dates, sweet kisses shared in taxis, most of your suitors left disappointed aside the select few who manage to be invited up for a night cap.

He had supposed not even these lucky finalists would prove to meet the standard for dating you longer than a week, a month tops, nor should they. The man you would keep long enough to mention, to bring to drinks, to invite for dinner at Steve and Connie’s, he couldn’t build such a human in his mind’s eye.

Javier had posited all of this and a million other things but none of his thoughts matched what you had just divulged.

Entertaining my companions.

Like Javi does.

The evening in review plays on the projector screen of his hippocampus.

Quick like a bunny, sweetheart, or I won't tip ya.

Even though it was for the sake of a deprecating joke, you’d never called him sweetheart before that night. It made his ears burn and he’d practically bolted to the bar to hide the involuntary flush sure to be staining his cheeks.

Pinche mocosa, he’d thought to himself, the smallest smile tugging at his lips. The smart little mouth on her.

Later in the evening you’d groaned when Javi appeared with three tequila shots in hand.

‘Come on, we don’t have to be at the office tomorrow. Plus, Steve is a better conversationalist when I’m drunk.’

With a ‘good point' from you and ‘fuck you both’ from Steve the three of you licked salt from your hands, kicked back the poison, and pressed your teeth into limes like sucking venom from a snake bite.

His gaze couldn’t help but linger on the way your flat tongue slid across the skin between your thumb and forefinger to collect the salt crystals, his breath hitching when your lips rolled over the edge of the citrus rind as you sucked the juice from it’s flesh.

A deer in the headlights, he’d been snapped from his reverie by the man across from him.

‘Ooooo-wee. I’m switchin’ to beer after this. Someone’s gotta get you two geniuses back home later.’

‘Awww, thanks dad.’ You’d said ruffling Steve’s hair.

After your glass had emptied and refilled once and then twice more, Steve started poking the bear to amuse himself, going after the way the drink colored your words with a heavy Texas twang.

Javier relished in it, your lilting voice drawing him in like a moth to a porch light. It felt nostalgic, like the polaroid of his mamá that rested between the pages of the book on his nightstand; intimate, like a secret piece of you, buried beneath the Gulf Coast clay, awaiting your return home.

Ever the co-conspirator, you followed his lead to help him land a crude joke. Not his finest, but enough to make you laugh which was plenty for him. Then something shifted.

‘Oh it’s what they ALL say, I hear ‘em every time I try to sleep at my place.’

You’d tormented the man about his noise level before. Hell, just that morning you'd been playfully ribbing him for it. It’s not like Javier tried to keep it down. He could hear the creak of your wicker ceiling fan when he lay in his own bed chasing sleep.

The paper thin walls between you concealed nothing. Sometimes Javier swore he could hear you thinking too hard on the other side of the studs and drywall. So it stood to reason that no matter what he did to dampen the lewd soundtrack you’d hear it, and if he couldn’t shield you from it he figured it was moot to even try.

The tone in your voice tonight, though, it was different. Still playful, still antagonistic, but there was a rough undercurrent slipping through. If it weren’t for Steve’s uncanny knack for levity, Javi might have gotten caught in the undertow.

‘Girl’s out to catch Escobar all on her lonesome.’

A solid deflection but you spurred on.

I do like Javi does.

A cowboy.

Like me.

I’ll prove it.

His mind was reeling, trying to amend the portrait of you in his mind. It felt impossible. You must have been fucking with them. He was really feeling the alcohol, more intoxicated than he’d been in a long while. He was reading it wrong. Back to the script. Back to the game.

‘I don’t fuckin believe you, cariño.’

If you thought he wouldn’t call your bluff you had another thing coming. With all the cool and confidence he could muster, Javier dug his heels in even more.

‘In fact I think you’re home every night. Ear pressed to my fuckin wall, apparently.’

Yup. That would do the trick. The point goes to Agent Peña. But no-

A wave of anger flashed across your eyes, making Javier’s throat run dry.

I’ll prove it to you.

If his mind had been racing before, it short circuited when you took two of your delicate fingers and pressed them to the exposed skin of his chest. He couldn’t fight the shiver that ran through his body so he just hoped you hadn’t noticed it.

And then you- God. Fuck.

You reached up and tapped his cheek gently with your hand, your determined gaze softening just so as you peered up at him. He almost leaned into the touch. Get yourself together, Peña. She doesn’t see you like that. Goddamn tequila - una idea estúpida. He turned away from you, trying to collect his thoughts, but in his periphery he could see you were on the move.

Too sloshed to walk without stumbling, you’d swayed dangerously when you stood in pursuit of another drink. Acting on instinct, Javier had placed his steady, calloused hands around your waist. The warmth of your skin through your t-shirt seemed to creep up his fingers and send a searing current down his spine.

His hands stay curled around you for what feels like an eternity and he wonders when you’ll slap them away. To anyone that asked he’d say he had kept hold on you because he couldn't let you fall over. Really, though, he couldn’t let go if he’d tried, a man electrified, hands locked in place on the raw, exposed wire of your form.

He'd flashed a pleading look to Steve and nearly collapsed when the man took you by the hand, breaking the circuit.

He trailed behind as Murphy helped you to the car with a strong arm around your shoulders, taking the opportunity to run his hands over his face, trying to calibrate his thoughts. He sealed himself in the front passenger seat and slipped into silent thought as you slid your eyes closed.

The next sound Javi took note of was his friend’s voice.

“Jav- we’re here, man.” His tone was gentle and Javi couldn’t tell if he appreciated the care or resented what bordered on sounding like pity.

“Let’s get you both upstairs, be good to sleep it off a little.”

Javier nods, not moving at first as Steve glances at the back seat where you lay, still lost in slumber.

The man in the driver’s seat reaches back and gives you a firm shake, calling your name a handful of times before sighing.

“I’m gonna need your help getting her upstairs, bud.” Yup that was definitely pity, Javier decided.

Not wanting to prove the man right, whatever he was thinking, Javi exited the car briskly and opened the back door on the side opposite your head. Lifting your calves from the where they hung over the edge of the seat, he hooked his hands beneath the crooks of your knees and pulled you to the threshold.

When he chanced a quick look at your face he took note of how soft, how peaceful you looked. Would you even remember the night's events in the morning?

Steve moved to help but didn’t get the chance as Javier steeled himself and swiftly maneuvered you, first sitting you upright in the seat before lifting to carry you in front of him. One arm beneath your legs, the other supporting your back, and your head slumped drowsily into his shoulder, he steeled his expression and started toward the apartment wordlessly, Steve hustling to catch up and help with the door.

“Can you tell where her keys are at?”

Javi sighed as they reached the landing. Your warmth pressed into his torso and he found himself torn between wanting to hold you tighter, to soak it in, and needing to get as far from you as possible.

“Well her pockets are clearly empty, so I’m guessing she keeps ‘em next to her cash. Not sure about you, Murphy, but I’m not lookin’ to cop a feel of an unconscious woman.”

It was the smart move, keeping your pockets empty and stashing the necessities in your bra, but it was a hindrance at this moment.

“Yeah that’s a game of go fish no one would be pleased with. Alright. She can crash with me and Connie.” Javi gave a quick nod to acknowledge his friend and turned you both toward the Murphys' door.

The lock turned almost silently under Steve’s careful movements but the hushed entry proved unnecessary when they walked in to see his beautiful wife, Connie, standing at the kitchen counter.

“Hey gang.” Her voice was soft and warm, gently welcoming the three of you in as though it was home to you and Javier as well. “She okay?”

“Yeah, honey. Just can’t find her keys and-“

“Say no more.” She waves off the explanation.

As Javier settles you onto the couch, Steve steps into the kitchen to speak with her quietly.

“What are you doin’ up, baby?”

She matched his hushed tone, just low enough to evade Javi’s range of hearing.

“Well when I woke up a bit ago and you weren’t here I figured drinks ran late. I’m about to put the kettle on, I thought at least one of you could use some tea and aspirin.”

“Let’s skip the tea and leave her some aspirin. Javi’s in no shape for company. I’ll tell you later.”

She nodded while Steve went to fill a glass with water for you.

As if on cue, “Not that I don’t enjoy seeing you, Connie, but I’m gonna head out.”

He finished pulling a blanket over your limp frame, slowly turning toward them with apologetic eyes.

“ No worries, Javi. I’m on my way back to bed anyway. Thanks for helping Steve get her inside.” Her knowing smile had him feeling uneasy.

“Anytime.” He replied softly. He and Steve exchanged quick nods and Javier slipped from their dwelling to his own. He locked the door behind him and leaned against it with an exhausted sigh.

What was he even thinking? Why should he be bothered? There was no good reason.

You were his friend, perhaps his best friend, and he had learned a surprising fact about you. That was all. He had no right to be anything but slightly surprised, maybe amused.

He didn’t worry for your safety, he’d seen you take down grown men twice your size on the job. You could handle yourself, no problem.

And so what if you were chasing away your demons? Lord knows he does the same. Columbia was vast and humid. The underbelly of the drug trade held the country in its bloody grip, pressing in on you from all directions. The assignment was full of uncertainty and it left Javier so lonely in the silence of his government issued abode.

He would do anything to fill the empty spaces, to stave off the cold tendrils that would pull at the walls of his chest when he lied awake, freefalling through the dark skies of his mind until morning. He could never fault you for doing the same.

Slumping into the worn sofa, his eyes shut slowly. Nothing is wrong. I drank too much and I'm being dramatic. She doesn't even think of me that way. It's not a big deal.

Still, as the weight of the day sank into his bones, sleep beckoning softly, his mind drifted to your faint sigh as you had nuzzled into his neck in your sleep while Steve unlocked his front door. When he opened his eyes again it was morning.

You awoke with a low groan, a sharp pain throbbing a wild cumbia rhythm behind your eyes. What happened last night?

You cracked open one eye cautiously, then the other, thankful to find the room somewhat dim around you. Only the small lamp across the room from you was on, blinds and curtains muffling the sunlight that tried to peek through the window behind you.

Eyes adjusting quickly, you recognized the comfortable sight of the Murphys’ living room. It was the same exact layout as yours, but Connie’s warm touch made all the difference. The soft decorative pillows, kitschy knick knacks, and framed candid photos transformed the small unit into something that felt like a home.

Okay I'm on Murphy’s sofa. So- Your gaze finds the full glass of water and bottle of aspirin on the coffee table. The puzzle pieces begin to fit together quickly. Just as you start to recall what happened the night before, what you had said, Steve slipped out of his bedroom and noticed you stirring.

“Heyyy good morning. How ya feel?” Thankfully he kept his tone low, guessing the answer to his own question.

“I’ve been better.” You croak, sitting up gingerly.

“I thought that might be the case. You see the Aspirin? Connie made sure to close the curtains for ya.”

“Yes thank you.” You tap two pills into your palm and kick them back with a healthy glug of water. “Is there a chance I could have some-“

“Already on it.” Steve was moving to fill the coffee maker with water before you asked.

“Where is that angel you tricked into marrying you?”

“At the clinic, unfortunately. Somebody called in sick and they’re so shorthanded as it is. She said to give you her best and inform you that you’d better come for dinner soon.”

You raised your eyebrows as Steve raised his hands in surrender. “Don’t shoot the messenger, kid. I’m just quotin’. You know she won’t take no for an answer.”

You chuckled in reply.

Once your mugs were filled with rich black liquid, Steve placed them on the table in front of you, taking a seat on the sofa. You both sipped in silence for a few moments before you decided to break the ice.

“So…last night. Um. Did I-“ You did not want to ask but you needed confirmation. “Did I basically tell y’all all about my sex life in no uncertain terms?” You wince when you hear the words out loud.

“Well, my friend, in no uncertain terms… you said that Javi’s lady friends are so loud you can’t sleep so you conduct your own ah – activities – in other venues, namely the homes of your own dates.”

You groaned loudly and covered your face with your hands. It wasn’t a dream. You’d definitely made a tequila shaped mistake and said the in-your-head thing out loud.

“Do ya wanna hear the rest or should I just leave it be?”

“There’s MORE?” You didn’t want to ruminate, better to rip the band-aid off. “Let’s hear it.”

“Okay. So that, and then I guess Javi thought you were kiddin’ so he tried to push your buttons and you said somethin’ about provin’ it to him.”

The confirmation was all you needed, the words flooding back to you all at once.

Ear pressed to my fuckin’ wall apparently.

Ah yes, the anger. You were remembering quickly. Pendejo. Why wouldn’t he believe that about you? You weren't a delicate flower, some witless debutante in need of safekeeping. You were his friend and his fucking equal. Of course rubbing his nose in it seemed appealing, especially after so many drinks.

Polishing off the contents of your mug, you placed it on the table and stood, crossing to the door.

“I think I should go back to mine. I just-“

“Yeah. No. I get it.”

“Thanks for not diving for my keys, by the way. And ya know…everything else.” You smiled weakly at the man on the sofa.

“Yeah we, uh, figured that wouldn’t work out well. For all involved.” He chuckled. “As for the rest, anytime, kid. You know that.”

You nod and open the door. “I’ll call Connie soon.”

“Oh believe me, if you don’t she’ll be at your doorstep. She knows where ya live.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “Bye Murphy.”

Once alone in your apartment, you stripped off your jeans and t-shirt, collapsing on your bed as you vowed to shower after another round of sleep.

You could hear the faint sound of Javier’s record player, the muffled melody lulling you into relaxation.

I am just a mirage

Oh, I am just a mirage

When you look at me

Through your crystal glass you will see

That I am now your past

But you give your love to me

In your life I wasn’t meant to be.

Oh I am just a mirage

Just a mirage fading away like water

The faint guitar licks pull you towards sleep like a receding tide carrying you out to sea. Even as you sink into slumber, you almost swear you can hear Javi thinking too hard on the other side of the paper thin wall.

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stepbrother!snk x reader

tw: eren: mentions cunt and stepsis

connie: drunk kiss, puke

Eren, we all know he’s the annoying one. Super over the top, always teasing you, calling you names. Cunt. Will call you stepsis while fucking you. Pulling at your hair and breaking your back in doggy style. Would probably talk about his daddy problems while deep inside you, lowkey turns him on.

Reiner is so sweet. You’ve been wanting to feel him for quite a while. I mean, his pack looks… great, so what harm can it do, right? Apparently some harm, like the sweet bunny he is he falls for all your little antics and tricks and attention, and when you finally grab him by the balls he sees stars. You’re not getting rid of that one for a long time.

Jean. You thought Eren was annoying? Think again. This bitch will make you think he really hates you. The typical kindergarten crush, he teases you because he likes you. Or well, eventually. In the beginning he teased you because he was embarrassed he suddenly got a sibling out of the blue, how else was he supposed to deal with it? Well… probably not by falling in love with said sibling’s amazing body and calling them names because he can’t admit how he really feels.

Connie would literally just treat you like any old person. It’s slow with him. You get to know each other, figure out you work well together, watch movies, talk shit. Until one of you stumbles home late and end up drunk kissing the other, that’s how you realised there’s more chemistry than you first thought. Some puke and a nights sleep later you try it again, awkwardly, and it still works.

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Steel Heart Chapter 19:

This Action Will Have Consequences

Hange x Reader Chapter Index Masterlist

Megan's Note: Thank you so much for your patience. I really care about this story and have worked so hard on it and we are practically half way : )

Word Count: 10.1k (wtf sorry. this word count surpasses my "That Day" Levi one shot lol) The next chapter is shorter than this I swear.

Mud squashed under Beauty’s hooves as Levi guided her outside. The sun warmed her skin, and beauty whinnied at Eren passing by with his horse. Levi brushed Beauty gently on her neck and patted her.

Based on the dark clouds, Levi and the knights expected another storm to hit the area they planned to travel towards. During breakfast, Flegel offered Hange and Levi to stay another evening to avoid the storm, as the storm would likely hit his area around dinner time again. They weren’t sure what the better choice was. Levi and Hange wanted to reach the capital before the Marleyan Cult had another chance to strike. The option to stay another night or the choice to set off later in the day . . .

Levi noticed the window to your room was opened, and he could hear you speaking to what he figured was Rai. He could hear the excitement in your voice as you noticed the vegetables in Rai’s cage were gone. Levi heard how you hoped Rai was starting to get comfortable with you now that she was eating. He rolled his eyes, muttering to himself that he just knows he’ll be taking care of your bunny. Levi realized if he could hear you from the top floor of Flegel’s home when your window was opened, who else could . . .

Levi and the other knights were grooming their horses near the building Flegel had them stay in. Eren was carving dirt from his horses' hooves, and Connie was feeding his horse in the building. Apart from the incoming dark clouds, the bright sky cast a warm glow over Flegel’s land—the calm before the storm.

Levi heard you gasp and you called Rai’s name.

“Princess Y/N caught a rabbit?” Eren asked, scraping the dirt and then flinging it to the ground.

“You know she didn’t.” Levi gruffed and then he started brushing Beauty’s shoulders.

“LEVIIIII!!!!!” Hange was walking from the front side of the house. They were waving at him with both hands and a grin on their face.

“That one did.”

“Commander Dame Hange, are we staying another night?” Eren called.

“The best course of action is to stay out of the rain—more really, the carts to stay dry. The night it stormed in Karanese District, the carts got disgustingly drenched. The tarps could only do so much. I bet the carts staying in Flegel’s barn another night will be better in the long run.” Hange approached Beauty and petted her mane. Then Beauty licked her fingers. They recalled when you told them how you named Levi’s horse against his wishes. They crossed their arms and watched Levi put away the brush.

“I’ll tell the others,” Levi said.

“Great!”

“One more thing,” Levi crossed his arms and gave Hange a sharp glare. “Why did you help her catch a rabbit?!”

“Levi, I didn’t know I’d actually be able to catch one,” Hange whispered and shrugged with their palms toward the sky. “I thought it would be a nice distraction for her—“

“If that rabbit dies or runs away. You will be the one dealing with a moping and crying Princess.”

“Relax, Levi! Damn!” Hange laughed.

“Hange!” You called behind the two and the knights all turned in the direction of your voice. You had your cloak on with the hood over your head and were jogging from the front of the house. Your boots left footprints in the mud, covering your soles with the slick dirt. As a child, you didn’t run much, maybe barely at all, until you escaped Shiganshina with Sir Miche Zacharius. That was a test of your athletic capability and perhaps the adrenaline from fear and the near possibility of death fueled your lungs. When you got in front of Hange, Levi, and Eren, your chest was puffing and your face was red.

“Take it easy,” Levi said, and Hange touched your back encouragingly. You giggled to yourself, embarrassed of how easily your energy was drained.

“I need your help,” you turned to Hange.

“What’s wrong?!” Levi asked. You glanced at Levi and then to Hange. There was an awkward pause—an unsure silence—you didn’t want Levi to know why you needed help. You knew he would be smug about your need for assistance.

“It’s . . . girl trouble, Levi . . . only Hange can help me . . .” You pulled Hange’s wrist and started walking toward the front of Flegel’s home. A drop of glistening sweat dripped down your temple and you wiped it off in a hastily manner. Hange’s amused chuckle filled your ears and caused a small smile to grow.

“And you ran all the way out here for what, my dear?” Hange let you continue to pull their arm.

“It’s Rai . . .” you said hushedly, knowing Levi might have been able to overhear. “I . . . I wanted to hold her and so I took her out of the cage . . . I’m sorry.”

“Oh! Don’t apologize, Princess. You heard what Flegel said: bunnies need lots of room to run around, remember? Plus, I was going to tell you after telling Levi, but we are staying here another night.” Hange poked your arm with the index finger from their free hand and you groaned at Hange’s jab. “So little Rai can run all around the room until we travel tomorrow.”

“You decided we are staying another night?”

“Correct.”

“Honestly . . .” you leaned in closer to Hange. Though no one was around, you whispered. “I’m glad. It was nice to sleep in a comfy bed.”

“Then it’s officially the choice we’re going with!” Hange kicked at the dirt, sending a thick, damp chunk into the air.

As you followed Hange into Flegel’s home and up the stairs, the quiet memory of you gazing at Hange sleeping stayed in your mind. You thought of how perfect they were. The pattering of the rain hitting the window panes and the crack of thunder blared outside, yet Hange’s distinct even breaths were the concern.

Last night, when Hange was asleep, they were on their side and curled toward you. The candlelight flickered in the bathroom and Rai was sleeping in her cage. Like always, Hange was only wearing underwear and the blanket was up to their neck. Hange’s eyepatch was on the nightstand and the way Hange was burying their face in their pillow hid their scars. As you admired their thick eyelashes and the wispy hairs that framed their face, you couldn’t help but wonder what the skin around their injured left eye looked like. It was something Hange was self-conscious of. You recalled the day you approached Hange when they were bathing in the river. The first thing they did when they noticed you was put their eyepatch back on.

With their scarred face buried in the pillow and the right side of their face revealed from the candlelight, Hange breathed evenly. You scooted closer, laid your face on Hange’s pillow, and wrapped an arm around them. While they slept peacefully and vulnerably, you protected them. You can’t turn the clock backward and prevent Hange’s eye from getting stabbed and you can’t fight off people twice your size to protect Hange, but you could do this. You stroke the side of Hange’s head—gentle and lightly, like you were given a chance to pet a sleeping deer. Hange hummed.

Deep inside, a seed of determination grew. There was a moment when you felt your thoughts weren’t yours—a hidden instinct you possessed. If anyone were to hurt Hange, you wouldn’t know what to do, but you knew you couldn’t be useless. But did you seek to harm? Only the desire to defend, protect—to save. Levi’s words crossed your mind: there are no good or bad people—only people with beliefs and those against the beliefs. There are sides in this world. There’s the Royal family and there’s the Marleyan Cult. There’s also Hange Zoe and you and those who wanted to harm Hange Zoe and you. If or when you needed to hurt someone to save the precious person lying next to you, you’d go to the lengths of killing.

You recalled the thoughts you had last night. What has become of you? The thought of killing . . . a path you can not return. Once you murder, you take the soul of another. Why was there a drive to hurt someone that hypothetically would hurt Hange, and yet there was mere helplessness in saving yourself?

“Hange?” A man’s sluggish voice said behind you. Jean was holding himself up by the rail and he was rapidly blinking. It was noon, yet the skin under Jean’s eyes was dark. He looked heavy and exhausted.

“Jean?!” Hange questioned and Jean shut his eyes, wincing from the noise. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I have a bad headache and need medicine,” Jean said. Then he sat down on the stairs. Hange and you met Jean at the bottom of the stairs. You sat next to him, and Jean put his elbow on his thigh and rested his face on his hands.

“I’ll get a pill,” Hange dashed up the rest of the stairs into your shared room.

“I’m sorry about your headache,” you whispered.

“Thank you, Princess Y/N. I’ll be alright once I take a pill. I get headaches, but this one is killing me.” Jean whimpered into his hands. You weren’t sure how to be helpful and you wanted to take Jean’s pain away. Gently, you rubbed circles into Jean’s back, giving the comfort you would have wanted.

“Here, Jean,” Hange came down the stairs. Hey held out a small white pill and Jean reached for it. “Why don’t you go back to bed? If you haven’t heard, we are staying another night at Flegel’s Farm . . .”

“I need water to swallow pills,” Jean said quietly and he groaned, covering his eyes from the light. You rubbed more circles into Jean’s back.

“Go lay down, Jean. Y/N, take him to his room and I’ll get some water.” Hange towards the kitchen and Jean inhaled deeply then, with what looked like all his energy, he grabbed the railing and pulled himself up. You followed him, worried that Jean might fall or throw up. Jean walked down the stairs slowly. His head hung low, focusing on where he placed his feet on each step. The bottom floor had lots of space with more rooms for the knights to share. It also appeared to be a little storage space for Flegel to put furniture he didn’t want on the main floor. Jean entered a room with a queen-sized bed and three other bedrolls on the floor.

“Which one’s yours? " you whispered, and Jean set the little pill on the nightstand and then crawled into the queen-sized bed. He looked relaxed like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

“Eren was going to sleep in the bed, but he let me have it because I’ve been sick.”

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well.” You sat on the bed beside him and grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze.

“We’re almost to the castle, your Highness. I’ll feel better then.”

“I’m worried about you,” you said under your breath, and Jean closed his eyes. The light peeked through the window, and you knew Jean had been sensitive to light. You approached the window and pulled the thin covers, making the room darker.

“Thank you, Princess.” Jean turned over to sleep on his side and you sat on the bed next to him again. You wished there was something you could do to make Jean feel better, but he laid restlessly in the bed. You weren’t sure whether to speak or stay silent.

More than ten minutes passed, and Hange had not returned with the glass of water. Knights passed by the door, but none of them were Hange. Jean had a difficult time returning to sleep. He would switch positions and turn over every few minutes. Jean adjusted his head on his pillow as if trying to find a position that didn’t hurt his head more.

“I’ll go see how Hange is with the glass of water so you can take your pill. " You gingerly walked to the door, avoiding making any more noise. As you opened the door, you rolled your eyes at the door creaking. You walked toward the stairs, passing Thomas and Daz, who greeted you with a good afternoon. You smiled at them and then politely returned a hello.

You could hear Hange laughing in the distance, and you furrowed your eyebrows. Why is Hange laughing so hard? Was someone making them laugh? Who? You peeked your head through the kitchen door frame and three knights and Flegel surrounded Hange. Their head was thrown back and they were laughing hard, holding their stomach. It was a pleasant view to see Hange look happy.

“Hange . . . ?” The knights, Hange, and Flegel turned to the sound of your voice. You kept your eyes on Hange, who smiled at you. Then, you walked through the threshold of the kitchen.

“Oh, right! I got a little distracted,” Hange turned and reached for the glass of water on the counter behind them. “Here, take this to Jean. I’m going to help start the process of braising the beef for tonight’s dinner.”

“Okay . . . How long will it take? I was thinking maybe . . .” you glanced at the knights and Flegel. Their presence created a sense of shame in you. You didn’t want them to know you didn’t fully know how to take care of Rae. You only caught her yesterday and were still learning. Plus, you didn’t want them to tell Levi. Hange walked past the group, and they put their hands on your shoulders, turning you away from them. It was almost like they were creating a division of privacy between the group and you.

“Yes?” Hange whispered and their warm eye eased your nervousness. With Hange, you felt like you could share anything with them.

“Well . . . I wanted to play with Rai . . . together. I wanted you to help me catch her and . . . I don’t know . . . take care of her.”

“Once I’m done. I’ll join you upstairs and we can befriend Rai all day,” Hange’s comforting voice assured you and you glanced over your shoulder to the knights. They were talking amongst themselves, but you met with Flegel’s eyes. Your head darted forward, facing Hange’s once again. You weren’t sure if it was the right thing to do in front of the knights—the right choice, but friends hug. Hugs are innocent. Parents hug their children. You wrapped your arms around Hange’s waist and they tensed up. A jolt shot through your body and you held your breath. You weren’t crossing lines, right? Friends hug. A hug isn’t romantic? When they wrapped their arms around you, Hange erased the worried thoughts that were soaring in your mind. Hugging Hange in front of others doesn’t look romantic . . . ?

“Okay . . .” You pulled away from Hange and saw the fond smile on their face. Then you jabbed your index finger into their chest, causing Hange to grunt. “Don’t. Forget. Hange Zoe.”

“I won't,” Hange raised their arms, playfully surrendering to you and chuckling. “Please, no more punishments catching a rabbit was hard enough! I can’t imagine what other punishments the Princess will have for me.”

“That’s right!” You nudged their abdomen with a fist and Hange exaggeratedly winced. “You don’t want to find out.”

“Are you sure you need to learn to fight? You already beat me up a lot.” Hange clutched their abdomen. Then Hange turned to address the knights and Flegel. “You see what the Princess does to me? I’m under her thumb.” The knights chuckled at your interaction with Hange. Then you turned to face them to

“Send Hange upstairs when they’re done helping, or you’ll get a little nudge from me,” you boldly sassed. The knights amusingly played along, agreeing to your demands. There was a satisfaction in making the knights laugh, especially in front of Hange. You ripped the glass from Hange’s grasp and walked past Hange with your head held high.

“Cheeky, isn’t she?” You heard Hange chuckle with the knights and Flegel as you left the kitchen.

As you walked down the stairs with the glass of water, another group of knights passed you, wishing you a pleasant afternoon. You greeted them back in a friendly manner, smiling at them and hoping they had a good day. When you were outside Jean’s room, the door was partly opened and you couldn’t do anything to avoid the creaking noises. The room was dark and creaked when you slowly pushed the door open. Jean hummed in his light sleeping and he rubbed his eyes.

“Jean?” You whispered. “I have some water so you can take the pill . . .”

“Hange, I meant to ask—”

“It’s Y/N—”

“—why would Erwin leave the castle?” You blinked.

“What . . . ?” Jean adjusted his sleeping position and his eyelids were shut. He sounded awake, but maybe Jean was talking in his sleep.

“I saw Erwin Smith last night, standing outside your door.” The air from your lungs disappeared, yet your heart was racing. You felt chills on your face and you weren’t sure if Jean was asleep. If he were dreaming, then it would just be a coincidence. If Jean was lucid, then would he be saying that the bloodied knight was Erwin Smith? And he was outside your room when you and Hange were sleeping?

He’s still out there.

Watching you.

He’s real.

“Are you awake?” You hoped he wasn’t, but you were wrong when Jean’s eyes opened.

“Oh, I thought you were Hange.”

“No . . . I have water for you.” You set the glass of water on the nightstand next to the pill. Jean sat up and then reached for the pill and glass of water. You sat on his pill and pondered whether to ask about what Jean saw. If he was just dreaming. Jean has been acting off lately . . . was it even worth entertaining the questions you had? “What do you mean you saw Erwin Smith? What does he look like?”

“I don’t remember why I was in the kitchen,” Jean placed the pill in his mouth and then chugged the glass of water. “But as I was returning to my room, I saw the back of a knight who looked like Erwin on the top landing of the stairs.”

“What does he look like?” You leaned closer to Jean. Erwin Smith was the Commander of the Royal King’s Guard and Hange told you that he was Levi’s secret lover, but you didn’t know what he looked like . . .

“Erwin is tall, has short blonde hair, has blue eyes, thick eyebrows, and a commanding presence.” The man Jean described was like the bloodied knight.

“Does he have one of the jeweled swords?”

“Actually, yes, Erwin’s sword has blue jewels.” You recalled the bloodied knight having a crested sword that a Knight of the Royal King’s Guard would have. Maybe Jean was right . . . what if the bloodied knight was Erwin Smith? But Levi quickly dismissed Jean’s idea when he proposed it the night you saw him in the forest. Another memory flashed in your mind. When you were eavesdropping on Levi and Hange in the conference tent, you remember Levi telling Hange that he got a message from Erwin that he was going to meet them in Trost District and Hange asked why Erwin would need to leave the castle. It was as if Erwin Smith leaving Mitras Castle was something that didn’t happen often or was out of character for him being the Commander of the Royal King’s Guard. Something’s not right . . .

But if the bloodied knight was Erwin Smith—someone all the knights knew—why wouldn’t he show himself to the camp? Perhaps he was watching you, the knights, and the camp from afar in case the Marleyan Cult attacked. Maybe he wasn’t allowed to leave the castle and hiding in the shadows was his way of protecting the camp.

“Do you think the man I saw in the forest was Erwin Smith?”

“Maybe,” Jean set the glass onto the nightstand, pulled the blanket up, and adjusted himself to lying on his side. He exhaled tiredly, but rather tired of his headache instead of lacking energy. Jean yawned, which caused you to yawn, and you decided to give Jean time alone. As you were almost to the door, you heard Jean’s quiet voice behind you: “I think it was him.”

You closed Jean’s door and made your way to the stairs. Why would Erwin not show himself to the knights and what was he doing standing outside your door as you slept? The thoughts swirled in your mind and a foreboding feeling crept in. The bloodied knight was Erwin Smith? There was an unsure feeling with your conclusion. Jean saw him and Jean knows what Erwin Smith looks like.

I need to see his sword.

You climbed up the stairs and got a sick feeling when you got to the top landing. Thinking of how the bloodied knight was standing last night. You shivered at the thought of what he did when you were asleep.

You thought of the bloodied knight opening the door and watching you and Hange vulnerably sleep. Then you imagined him silently coming to your side of the bed and hovering over you. A dark silhouette of a man inches away from your unconscious state, able to do anything to you. Your legs were shaking as you walked to the bedroom door thinking of the bloodied knight raising his sword to Hange’s neck and slicing their neck open. Then he slices your neck open.

Erwin Smith, Commander of the Royal King’s Guard, wouldn’t do that . . . if he’s on your side, he would protect you—The Royal Princess. Was he outside your door with the intention of guarding you? Protecting you? Perhaps Jean was dreaming . . . Jean has been off lately. He called his new horse Thunder . . . but he put down Thunder after the Marleyan mutts attacked on the way to Karanese District. He’s been having headaches and you recalled during dinner last night how Jean said the light was giving him a headache. Jean also thought you were Hange . . . He’s just tired . . .

You opened the door to your room carefully, not wanting Rai to escape and quickly shut it behind you. Rai was next to the nightstand on Hange’s side of the bed. She was wiggling her nose and she looked adorable. You thought maybe Rai was starting to get used to the room because she wasn’t always in the corners anymore but moving around the room, wanting to explore her surroundings. It made your heart swell with the idea that Rai was getting comfortable and maybe she’ll one day approach you, easily, like how she did with Levi.

You checked the bathroom and saw the corner where she pooped last night had more poop droppings. Though Levi wasn’t in the room or watching, you thought that cleaning up the dried droppings would be a good way to be a responsible owner for Rai. When you were done picking up the poop pellets with toilet paper, you threw it in the garbage. If only Levi were watching you and seeing you be a responsible owner.

That’ll show him!

You heard the clanking of steel swords outside your window. The sounds were softer and friendlier than the sound of swords in a fierce battle. Outside the window, Eren and Connie were sparring with a group of knights, including Levi, around watching. It looked like the horses were put away back in the barn and the knights were finding a way to entertain themselves. The distant clashing of the swords sounded more satisfying when there wasn’t the intention of defense, murder, or battle. You watched as Connie ended the sparring when he held his sword to Eren’s neck. The knights clapped and then Connie theatrically bowed.

Some knights were trying to get Levi to fight Connie next to show off his skills, but he was shaking his head, denying getting involved. Then Franz appeared out of the crowd and he and Connie started sparring. You crawled onto the bed, deciding to lie down and wait for Hange to be done preparing some of the braised beef. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the storm was approaching.

You exhaled, feeling relaxed with the strain of light disappearing as you closed your eyes. There was light scratching against the wood floor and you realized it might be Rai. You crawled to the edge of the bed and hovered over Rai. There were small scratches on the wooden floor and you groaned that your new pet rabbit was damaging Flegel’s floors.

“Rai . . .” you reached out toward the tan bunny and they hopped away from your hands. You swung your legs toward the edge of the bed and got up. All morning, you have been chasing after Rai. Earlier, you wanted to hold and pet her, but she escaped your grasp. Once again, it was a battle to catch Rai and each time she would sprint away from you.

You cornered her by the door and cage, but she was too quick. You tried again when they were in the corner near your nightstand and by the window, but Rai hopped over your hands and ran under the bed and went into the bathroom on the other side. You sighed defeatedly. Hange’s words crossed your mind. The memory of the moment Hange caught Rai came into your mind, how they tried to guess where Rai would hop and put their hands there. You walked to the bathroom, and Rai was in the corner by the tub. She thumped her little rabbit feet and your heart swelled. She was absolutely adorable. You just wanted to protect her and snuggle with her.

As Rai looked like she was about to hop, you moved your hands in the direction of her hop and you caught her small, wriggling body in your hands. You joyfully exclaimed. Without any assistance from Hange or Levi, you caught Rai. Her hind legs kicked and you ensured your grasp on her was secure, yet firm. You placed Rai against your chest, holding her like how you would have a baby. Then you walked over to the bed and using your knee, you got onto the bed while holding Rai. She was so precious and you pet her gently with two fingers.

While on the bed, you figured the bed was too high off the ground for Rai to jump off. You lay on the bed and released Rai next to you. She was frozen as if not sure if she was free again or if you would capture her. You stretched your legs and admired her soft features and whiskers. Rai hopped away from you toward the edge and it looked like she was contemplating whether to jump off. She was so precious and you wanted her to snuggle next to you and seek comfort from you. She hopped back toward the center and you watched her sit still. You hoped she was learning to trust you or getting used to you being her new owner.

Rai hopped closer to your ankle and she began sniffing the fabric of the tan slacks. You hoped this was Rai’s way of exploring you, maybe getting used to your scent. Rai’s little nose was tickling you as she sniffed. The clanking of swords and Rai’s little tickles relaxed you; your eyelids began to get heavy and you couldn’t help but doze off.

Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of movement from the bed. The room was darker than earlier, and you were fully jolted awake when the window was slammed shut. Hange’s back was to you, and you could see the sky was darker through the window. Light rain started falling, and Hange nervously turned to you, noticing they had woken you.

“Sorry,” Hange whispered and walked to their side of the bed. The bed dipped from their weight, joining you and laying beside you. “I tried to be quiet, but the window fell.”

“How long was I asleep?” You groaned; you always hated sleeping through the day. You rubbed your eyes, picking the crust from the inner corners.

“Two hours-ish,” Hange bent their knees and opened the book they created with their late friend Moblit Berner. They flipped to a blank page that had light traces on it. You huffed, annoyed with yourself.

“Why didn’t you wake me? I hate sleeping through the day!”

“I would have, but you looked so peaceful. Plus, when I opened the door—you won't believe what I saw.”

“What?” You scooted closer to Hange, wanting to be close to them.

“Rai . . .” Hange flashed you a small and their eyelashes fluttered. “She was sleeping next to you when I walked in.” You gasped and got up on one elbow. Rai wasn’t by your feet anymore. She wasn’t on the bed at all.

“Wait! Where is she?!”

“I took her off. I think she’s under the bed right now.” You sighed, knowing you missed the precious moments of Rai peacefully sleeping next to you.

“Was she really sleeping next to me?”

“It was adorable.”

“So you just laid next to me while I slept?! Wake me up next time! I don’t want to sleep through the day!” You whined and Hange chuckled.

“I promise I’ll wake you up so you don’t sleep through the day from now on.” You kissed Hange’s cheek as a thank you and thunder boomed in the distance. Hange furrowed their eyebrows and their eyes darted around the ceiling. “It’s going to be a rough storm tonight.”

“Are you scared?” You gripped Hange’s arm, shaking it a bit, and wiggled your eyebrows at them.

“Oh, I don’t know . . .” Their face turned into a feigned look of fear. “I do get a little scared of thunder . . . if only I had a Princess to cuddle and calm me down.” You giggled at their silliness and pulled them in closer. You rest your head on their bicep and a part of their chest. The book had a few traces of drawings and you realized it was of Rai, your rabbit. You gasped excitedly.

“Are you trying to draw our bunny in your book?” You lifted your head to see Hange’s dull brown eyes staring back at you. They blinked and then they sighed, frustratedly.

“I’m trying. But I’m not the artist . . . Moblit was . . .” Hange shut the book and then placed it on their nightstand. Then they wrapped their arms around you and one hand was stroking your hair. You closed your eyes, feeling all the tension leave your body at Hange’s touch. Another thrilling sound of thunder rumbled not too far away. The rain was light, yet the storm was approaching.

“What was Moblit like?” You asked quietly, not knowing whether Hange wanted to talk about their late friend. Rai’s hops could be heard on the wooden floor and the sound of the rain filled the room. “You don’t have to talk about him though . . .”

“It’s alright, dear. He was a great friend . . . Moblit was intelligent, caring, a wonderful artist, and a great listener . . .” You wanted to hear more about Moblit, but at the same time, you didn’t want Hange to feel pain or sorrow thinking of their friend. Then you boldly crawled on top of Hange, straddling them. Their doe eye looked up at yours, yet there was a smirk on their face. You leaned over and placed a soft kiss on their forehead. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know . . .” Hange’s arms were lying on the bed near your legs and they laughed at your ridiculousness. “Trying to comfort you.”

“By seducing me?”

“Am I?” You planted another kiss on Hange’s forehead and rested your forehead against theirs. Two swans. Hange closed their eye and you leaned back and toyed with the cotton of their white shirt. You rolled the fabric between your fingers and thumb. “Do you think your friend would have liked me . . . ?” There was an honest truth behind your words. The yearn to be liked by those who associated with Hange. Hange copied you toying with the fabric of the tan slacks by your left calf. They hummed thoughtfully.

“Honestly . . . I think he would have more than liked you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Moblit and I have coincidently developed feelings for the same girl one or a few times. It got quite annoying over the years.” Hange chuckled bitterly to themself. “I think Moblit would have developed a huge crush on you, just like most of the knights here, probably.”

“What?” You blinked. You didn’t know which thought to explore. Hange saying you were their type or the history between them and Moblit having feelings for the same girls multiple times. Did some of the knights have a crush on you? That couldn’t be . . . none of them have done anything romantic . . . they’re all just incredibly nice and helpful. But that’s only because you were a Princess. You scoffed, “You’re making that up to flatter me, Hange Zoe.”

“Oh! Come on! You’re a sweet, kind, compassionate girl who is beautiful inside and out and needs protection. You bring out their primal instinct to protect you. There’s gotta be a few that have developed crushes on you.” You gently took Hange’s hand away from your leg and held it against your heart. Hange’s doe eye twinkled and you felt your heart swell with your thoughts.

“I’m loyal to you, Hange Zoe. I’m grateful for the protection that the knights give me, but I don’t care if any of them have a crush on me because I am yours.” Hange pushed themselves up and sat up. You adjusted yourself so they could be comfortably sitting up. They fondly glanced at you, and you knew their heart was beating as hard as yours. When their eye met with yours, your breath hitched at the unforeseen thoughts.

The image of Hange chopping potatoes the same way Fairy Godmother Ymir did while you were cleaning dishes. Hange and you bantering and making each other giggle while cooking dinner. Then another thought of Hange watering the beautiful flora in front of a cottage and you were planting vegetables in another part of the garden. A thought of you bringing a cold glass of water and a sandwich into a room that was filled with different bottled formulas and Hange is creating a medicine that would save humanity from a disease. The last image was waking up on a beautiful morning and Rai was snuggled between you and Hange. There’s no castle and no cult, only a safe and quaint life.

When you know, you know.

“I’m devoted to you too, Y/N,” Hange’s whispered voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Your breath softly hitched and Hange brought your hand to their lips. “Our bond truly is the most important thing to me. I will protect you, help you, and stay with you through any hardship.” Hange’s words brought a sense of clarity and touched a depth of you you hadn’t felt before, and your eyes began to tear up in gratitude, and you felt a strong fondness for Hange. This is a person you could count on. A person who will protect and stay with you. A person you wanted to protect. A person who distracts and shields the evil of the world from you, shining a bright hope. The light in the dark. The halo from the heavens.

“Do . . . Do you think our souls fit toget-together?” You thought of Levi’s words.

“Darling, you are my other half . . . you turn wilting flowers into blossoming, colorful bouquets. Everything bitter tastes a little sweeter because you turn the dull into the exquisite. Just like you said by the river . . . I give you my life, Y/N.”

“I give you mine . . .” Hange placed their hands on your face and their delicate lashes fluttered as they scanned your face, lips, and body. There was a heartfelt gratification of Hange feeling the same deep romantic feelings for you as you did for them. It was something you haven’t experienced before and knowing that Hange was your person—your other half was securing. Comforting. You didn’t need anything more. You knew they would keep you safe, care for you and make you laugh harder than anyone. When you know, you know.

Hange leaned in and you met them with your lips on theirs. Your heart raced and their soft lips guided yours. You placed your hand on their waist and the other one cupped their face. Their thin frame in your grasp, made you think of their nude body by the river. You wanted to feel their skin and feel more than their waist. Feel their breasts, their thighs. You wanted them to touch your breasts and thighs. A new desire filled you and you led a rougher kiss, putting more pressure against Hange’s lips. You inhaled and heard Hange whimper. Their sounds sent an ache between your legs and you noticed the pleasant feeling of their body between your legs.

Hange adjusted their hips to get a better balance of you sitting on top of them and a part of their leg brushed against the ache between your legs. Your breath hitched as you broke away from Hange’s lips and you gripped the fabric around their waist. You wanted to see what that tingling feeling was and you subtly moved your hips forward, adding friction. You whimpered in Hange’s ear, feeling pleasure as you swayed your hips and grinded on their lap.

“Does that feel good, Princess?” Hange breathed and their words had you panting by their ear—enjoying this intimate new discovery. You let out a soft moan and then you felt Hange’s hand pushing against your chest. You stopped the motion of your hips and you and Hange were both panting. Their face was flushed and their doe eye was gleaming. You placed your forehead against theirs. Two swans. “We should . . .” Hange inhaled sharply. “We should stop . . .”

“Okay . . .” The disappointment in your voice was evident and the ache was yearning for more friction—more pleasure.

“It’s just . . . it’s obvious you’re a little . . . innocent to . . . sharing your body with another. I want you to be comfortable and not feel taken advantage of. I know you want to explore and I do too, but trust me. Let me guide you gently, safely, and in a way you’ll be comfortable . . .” Hange whispered and you caught your breath.

“Okay,” a smile tugged on your lips and their doe eye were the prettiest you’ve ever seen. “I trust you, Hange Zoe.” You poked their nose and Hange scrunched it playfully. You stroke their hair gently and batted your eyes.

“Can I tell you a beautiful fact about swans?”

“Yes.”

“Did you know swans mate for life?”

As evening time drew closer, the thunder did too. Cracks of lightning illuminated white light into Flegel’s home through the windows. The lightning would be followed by a blasting sound of thunder that shook the oil paintings on the wall. It was a couple hours from dusk, yet the sky’s angry clouds towering over the farm gave the illusion of twilight. Flegel was preparing everyone by ensuring each room had multiple candles to burn. He made sure everyone had water and then went outside in the piercing rain to ensure all the horses and the buildings were locked up.

Your concern was Rai and worried that the thunder would spook her. Hange took one of the used towels and wrapped Rai securely, keeping her cozy, yet she couldn’t escape your grasp. It was a surprise yet pleasant feeling when Rai wasn’t struggling against you holding her as if she was seeking comfort from you because of the thunder. You cooed and petted her often, wanting her to learn that you would protect her. The milestone of Rai starting to feel comfortable around you made you proud and excited about your bonding. Since Rai wasn’t as frightful or skittish when Hange caught her, you wanted to introduce your pet to all the knights.

When you went downstairs with Hange, you proudly introduced your pet punny, Rai, to the knights. You offered each knight to pet her with two fingers. Each knight had a fond look on their face for Rai. Abel and Keiji cooed and gushed over your bunny. The knights were taken by Rai’s cuteness and preciousness. Franz commented how Rai was lucky to have you, which made you blush. Rai would sometimes shift in the towel, but overall, she was willing to be petted by the knights. Daz and Thomas joked about how adorable it would be if you got tiny clothes for Rai to wear. You gasped excitedly at the brilliant idea and wanted to know if rabbit clothes existed. When you got to the kitchen, the room Levi was in, he was shaking his head at Hange, finding your antics ridiculous.

“Levi? Do you want to pet Rai?” Rai sensed Levi’s presence and poked her head out of the towel further as if wanting to be closer to Levi. Levi had his arms crossed, he wasn’t angry, but you couldn’t tell if he was amused. “Look, Levi . . . she’s saying ‘hi’ to you.”

“No, she’s not.”

“Rai’s saying ‘thank you for letting me live with my mommies, mister’.” You said in a softer and higher-pitched voice with an attempt to sound cute.

“No, she’s not.”

“What’s that, Rai?” The Hange furrowed their eyebrows playfully. Then Hange put their ear closer to Rai. “Oh really? Rai’s confused she just wanted me to ask you, ‘are you my daddy’?”

“Quit it!” Levi gruffed, which sent you and Hange into a fit of giggles.

“Come on, Levi. Last chance to pet Rai . . . I mean, look at her; she's so cute!” Then you turned to a nearby group of knights. “Right guys, don’t you think Rai’s cute?!” The knights unanimously agreed, gushing over how small and adorable your pet rabbit was. Levi uncrossed his arms and hovered two fingers over the spot between Rai’s ears. Rai tilted their nose to Levi’s fingers and then she purred as Levi petted her. You gasped, hearing Rai grind their teeth and emitting a purring noise to Levi’s touches. You held back a smile at the thought that Levi wanted nothing to do with her, yet he was her favorite.

“Well, look at that. She really does like you!” Hange exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah, dinner’s about ready, so go put that thing upstairs.”

“Her name is Rai!” you said firmly to Levi, then turned to Hange with a smile, and they poked your nose.

“I’ll get you a plate while you take our little Rai upstairs.” You nodded and walked out of the room. Then you blushed and turned around to the knights.

“Say bye to Rai!” You playfully said with a large smile on your face. The knights playfully greeted Rai a farewell and then you turned to Hange to see they were grinning at you.

As you left the threshold of the kitchen doorway. You walked toward the stairs and then Jean was standing there shaking. His eyes were wide, alert yet it appeared he wasn’t focused on anything. Jean was sweating and had his hands over his ears. Your heart stopped and Jean paced in the foyer. As you got closer, you heard Jean mumbling to himself. Then Jean stopped pacing and crouched down, his hands still covering his ears, and his eyes were squeezed shut. You carefully took a few steps toward him, holding Rai against your chest. You and Rai were seeking comfort from each other. Something was off about Jean.

“Jean,” you crouched down and gently spoke. “Are you okay?” Jean shot up from his crouched position. You slowly raised yourself from the ground. His eyebrows shot up and his eyes were wide. The whites of his eyes were pink and your breath caught your throat.

“Hange!” Jean said in a hushed whisper and grabbed your shoulders. He put his face inches away from yours, and your shoulders tensed. Jean’s hot breath was on your face, and the right pupil of his hazel eyes was over-dilated.

“I’m not Hange. I’m Y/N.” You whimpered at the contact. Your heart was beating fast and Jean’s behavior was not normal.

“Hange. I need your sword.”

“I’m not—”

“Give me your sword.”

“You’re scaring me. Please let go of me.” Jean's grip on you loosened, and his face had a mere expression of remorse amongst the alarming demeanor. “Jean, you know I don’t have a sword.”

“Hange, I saw Erwin Smith again!” Jean whispered, and you stepped back, getting further from his dazed, pink eyes. Jean then motioned out the front door and your heart rate spiked. Did Jean see the bloodied knight, who he thought was Erwin Smith, the Commander of the Royal King’s Guard? “I don’t have my sword and I need yours!”

“Jean, it’s Y/N. You know I don’t have a sword. I only have the dagger Hange gave me—”

“Give me your dagger!” Jean whispered harshly in your face. Your breath hitched and you shook your head.

“It was a gift from Hange . . . I can’t.”

“You must! I don’t have my sword and need something to fight the knight!”

“Jean . . . please calm down. You’re scaring me. I thought you knew Erwin Smith. Why would you want to fight him?!”

“To protect us!” Some of Jean’s spit landed on your cheek, and you felt unsure whether to trust Jean. There was a layer of irritation and impatience in his whispered voice. “Give me your dagger. I will find a way to return it to you.”

Jean stretched his hand out, waiting for you to hand over your dagger. Jean was one of the knights you first met, along with Captain Levi and Connie. He was tough and someone who protected you during the night in the Karanese District. You recalled fond memories of eating delicious food with him, Connie, and Captain Levi at the Karanese Headquarters. Then his defeated face flashed in your mind when he realized he had to put down his horse, Thunder, after the Marleyan mutts bit two of his legs off and injured his horse’s shoulder. The crazed Jean before you was unlike the charming one you first met, but he was still a Knight of the Royal King’s Guard.

Something inside told you not to hand over the dagger Hange gave you. But Jean was going to be right back, right? He’s a great fighter, but he couldn’t go out in the rain alone.

“Can’t you go get your sword downstairs . . . ?” You whimpered.

“Because Erwin’s getting away! Give me your dagger!” You didn’t want to give Jean your dagger, yet you didn’t want Jean to go chase after the bloodied knight with no weapon. But Jean said the knight was Erwin Smith. An ally. Someone he knew. He didn’t need a weapon to confront someone he knew . . . Jean started shaking his head frustratedly and went toward the door. He opened it and the sound of the rain filled your ears. The rain was thick and pounded the ground. From how he acted, you could tell Jean wasn’t joking; he saw the knight and believed it was worth going out in the rain to chase after him. He couldn’t die. No more people can die.

“Wait!” Jean spun on his heel. Then, you lifted your knee high enough to reach into your boot. You felt the steel dagger, pulled it out, and held it out for Jean. This was the choice you made. Give Jean the dagger so he would have a weapon to defend himself. “Here . . .”

“Thank you, Hange! I’ll make sure you get this back. One way or another.” Jean collected the dagger from your grasp. As he took the dagger from you, you felt a tinge of regret. An empty feeling in your chest. A foreboding feeling.

This action will have consequences.

“Are you going alone?!”

“There’s no time! He’s right over there!” Jean ran out the door and you gasped. He was running toward the evergreen treeline. Your heart raced and watched Jean run into the rain and a crash of lightning lit up the farm with a cold flash. Followed by a quake of thunder. Jean was alone.

You groaned and ran up the stairs into your room, unwrapping the towel to free Rai. She carefully hopped out and sniffed the bedroom's wood flooring. Her soft fur was adorable.

“I’ll be right back, Rai. You stay here.” You whispered fondly along with a sense of determination. You gently shut the door and then ran down the wooden stairs. As you placed your hand on the doorknob, a sudden clarity of thought ran through your mind. Should this be something you tell Hange and Levi about? Another flash of lightning cracked, and along the tree line, a beaming light reflected off of steel armor. Jeans right over there. You didn’t need help. You could do this. Bring him inside. He’s right there.

You decided to go through the front door's threshold and close it behind you.

This action will have consequences.

You ran in the mud, nearly slipping a few times toward the area where you saw the reflecting light. The rain was landing on your face, pinching your cheeks and forehead. It drenched your hair, and a wave of coldness took over once the drenched fabric stuck to your skin. You berated yourself for not bringing your cloak with you. You carefully ran through the patch of crops toward the orchard. You rolled your eyes at the situation you put yourself in. Why was Jean running so far into the orchard?

You watched the muddy ground, making sure you weren’t stepping on any of Flegel’s crops. Lightning struck the ground, and the thunder made your heart flip. The light reflected off of armor that was now past the tree line. Your chest was heaving and you were puffing out air. There was a pinching feeling in your lungs as you reached the Pimenta Dioica treeline. You hunched over, placing your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. The trees provided some coverage from the rain, but drops of harsh rain still landed on you. Going out into the storm wasn’t a good idea. It wasn’t a good choice.

There wasn’t any sign of Jean and you couldn’t see any armor in sight. It was darker and though you didn’t like the thunder, you wanted another lightning bolt to light up the area.

“Jean?!” You walked further into the trees. “Where are you?!” You weren’t sure if you’d be able to hear his reply with the cacophony of rain and the rumbling of thunder. You figured after a few more minutes of searching for Jean, returning inside and telling Hange that Jean ran off into the rain and you couldn’t find him was the best choice.

“Princess Y/N . . . ” A deep, pleasant voice said behind you. It didn’t sound like Jean’s and you whipped your head toward the voice. You gasped and a bolt of lightning lit up the man’s face. His tall figure and blonde hair were the first thing you noticed. His sharp blue eyes were focused on you and he didn’t flinch at the booming sound of thunder. Erwin Smith was how Jean described and you eyed his crested sword. His armor looked like how it did the night you saw him in the forest. Blood was on his gorget and it was smearing off in the rain.

Hange opened the door to their room and saw Rai in the corner by their nightstand. They furrowed their eyebrows at the emptiness of the room. You should have been in the room. It was around twenty minutes since you said you would take Rai back upstairs.

“Y/N?” Hange walked to the bathroom and the tub, toilet, and sink were alone. No Princess. Where were you if you weren’t in the bedroom or bathroom? Hange heard a door slam downstairs. Their heart raced. Did you go outside in the storm? Hange dashed out the door, shutting it behind them. They went for the stairs and as they raced down the stairs, Connie, Abel, and a few other knights surrounded Jean, who was drenched, dazed, and muttering. Jean was sitting slacked against the door and blinking rapidly, trying to sputter out words. “Jean?! Why did you go outside?”

“Commander, somethings wrong with Jean!” Connie yelled. Hange approached him and kneeled next to him. Jean was shivering and his chest was heaving. He was muttering incoherently and Hange was focusing on his lips, trying to possibly read what he was trying to say. Hange noticed Jean’s dilated pupil and they froze.

“Get him into the living room. Seat him on the couch and get a towel and some water.” Hange stood up and knights were peering from the living room doorway and some were standing in the hall trying to understand the commotion of what was going on. Jean groaned as Connie and Abel pulled him up. They walked him into the living room and the knights made way for Jean to get through and sit on the couch. “Give him some space. Somethings wrong with him.”

“Commander,” a knight behind Hange was holding a few towels and Hange nodded, taking the towels. Hange walked over to Jean, threw a towel around Jean’s shoulders, and then laid another towel on his lap and legs. Levi came through the sea of steel with a cup of water. Jean reached for the cup of water and chugged half.

“Are you going to tell us what you were doing outside?” Levi asked, and Jean gasped for air, taking the cup away from his lips. Water dripped from his mouth and ran down his chin. Jean was inhaling and having trouble catching his breath. His face was flushed, and his eyes were disoriented.

“Levi, we have a problem.” Hange started. Their voice was low and calm, not wanting to panic the knights. “Y/N wasn’t upstairs and I’m not sure where—”

“SHE’S . . .” Jean huffed out and then coughed. The room was silent, hanging on Jean’s words. He knew where you were? Jean’s chest was heaving and then he choked out, “Erwin abducted her.”

“Enough!” Levi said he stood up and Hange followed. They didn’t know what Jean was trying to say—what he meant. Jean’s accusation of Erwin Smith, Commander of the Royal King’s Guard, abducting the Princess was absurd, but there was something to Jean’s word. Hange recalled when Jean suggested Erwin Smith was the knight you saw in the forest. It couldn’t have been because Hange knew Erwin wouldn’t leave the castle without extreme circumstances. Hange leaned closer to Jean’s face, wanting to take another look at his eyes. Jean’s right eye was over dilated compared to his left and Hange had a hunch.

“Levi, look at his eyes.” Hange motioned to his right eye. Levi and the closest knights to Jean leaned in closer, noticing his dilated eye. “When I tested Jean the morning after the night in Karanese Headquarters, his eyes were shuttering as they followed my finger. A sign of a concussion. Perhaps his mild concussion was more than that, as he is showing symptoms of a severe concussion. Last night, he said the light was giving him a headache, which is why he skipped dinner. Now, his pupils are dilated and are different sizes. Has anyone noticed odd behaviors Jean displayed?”

“Well . . .” Connie started, his eyes furrowed, and he looked at the floor. “When we were taking the horses to the extra building, Jean was petting his horse and calling him Thunder. The horse he put down. I made a joke to him, telling him he’s crazy . . . I didn’t think it was a sign that his concussion was getting worse.” Hange placed a comforting hand on Connie’s shoulders.

“Don’t feel bad, Connie. Most people miss signs and symptoms of concussions unless they are extreme cases. Earlier today, Jean mentioned he had a terrible headache and it slipped my mind that he had a concussion. Uneven dilated pupils, mixing up names, bad headaches, and cognitive difficulties are signs of a moderate concussion.” Hange hummed and stared at Jean’s dazed presence. He was staring off as if he wasn’t listening to any of the conversation around him. Hange put an arm around their chest, rested the other arm’s elbow on it, and put their hand near the corner of their mouth. Then they turned to Levi, who had their arms crossed. “Say Princess Y/N was abducted and Jean did see it happen . . . due to Jean’s concussed state, he saw a person who looked like Commander Erwin. Y/N described the man she saw in the forest as tall, blonde, and had a suit of armor covered in blood and he had a crested sword like the Knights of the Royal King’s Guard would have. That’s a general description for Erwin and Y/N hasn’t met Commander Erwin, so if someone convinced her the bloodied knight was him, she might have believed the knight was Erwin.” Hange sighed and rubbed their eye. Jean’s implications could have had the Princess abducted.

“Erwin was outside your door last night.” Jean slurred and the knights gasped and murmured. Hange’s heart dropped. If what Jean was saying was true, then the strange knight would have been a few feet away from Hange and you. He could’ve taken you then or harmed Hange.

“And why did you keep this information to yourself?” Levi clipped.

“I told Hange.” Levi’s face and a few of the knights whipped their heads to Hange.

“Jean, you didn’t. You didn’t tell me this.” Hange firmly said and was shaking their head.

“I guess I told the Princess then.” Hange and Levi furrowed their eyebrows. They looked at each other knowingly. Why would Y/N keep this to herself? Was she frightened, or did she simply forget? Hange remembered Y/N taking a nap most of the day. They hypothesized that the nap cleared her mind of the troubles and that she was focused on spending time with Hange when she woke up. Hange sighed stressfully.

“When did you tell her?”

“I told Hange when they brought me water.” Hange rolled their head toward Levi and once again looked into his steel eyes. Levi and Hange nonverbally concluded that Jean’s cognitive impairment was causing him to not remember events clearly. He was mixing up you and Hange.

Pounding came from the front door and everyone turned toward the door. Was that Princess Y/N returning from outside? Perhaps Jean’s memory of where you went was incorrect. What really happened with Y/N’s whereabouts? If you were abducted but not by Erwin Smith, then who? Thomas nervously walked to the door. The person on the other side was pounding their fist rapidly, desperately.

Thomas slowly opened the door and Hange saw the person fall through the doorway, drenched and huffing. The man was catching their breath. His blonde hair was drenched, and he was wearing an armored suit.

“I AM A TRAITOR OF THE MARLEYAN CULT AND I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR CAPTAIN LEVI!” The blonde man’s chest was heaving and Hange was stunned. The man addressed himself as a traitor to the Marleyan Cult. Was this man’s message worth listening to? How did he find the knights? Were there other cultists?

“Seize him!” Levi yelled, and Thomas and a few knights close to him grabbed his arms. A few drew their swords, ready for the blonde man to defy or fight. Thomas and the knights grabbed the grunting man who was thrashing, wanting to be released.

“Captain Levi! I have a message!”

“Levi . . .” Hange turned to Connie’s voice. “It’s that chef from the Karanese Headquarters! The one who gave us lunch during the meeting! I think his name was David?!”

“Niccolo!” The man yelled.

“Yeah, Niccolo!” Connie yelled. Levi skeptically eyed the blonde knight and recalled Niccolo’s desperate plea to be one of the knights that the late Commander Lobov assigned to join the knights. Levi remembered Niccolo’s strong salute and his shaking leg.

“Put him in a chair,” Levi said and Hange followed Levi into the connecting room, where the knights forced him into one of the chairs. Four swords were pointed at Niccolo and Levi’s pointed expression stared at Niccolo. Hange and Levi had their arms crossed.

“Levi! Remember me? I served mushroom risotto to you and the Princess—”

“Keep your mouth shut! You’re in no position to be speaking. You’ll only be answering questions.” Levi’s stern voice said, and Niccolo caught his breath. He glanced at Hange and then darted his eyes back to Levi. “What’s this message you have?”

next chapter, Chapter 20: Orange

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#attack on titan #hange zoe #hanji zoe #hange x reader #hange x you #hanji x reader #hange zoe x reader

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virtual-bunny · 4 months

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feeling bad today so i just want to let you all know that HE loves your stomach, HE loves laying on it and grabbing it. HE loves your little double chin and HE loves your back handles

the HE’S in question:

Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Nanami Kento, Izuku Midoriya, Keigo Takami, Katsuki Bakugo, Touya Todoroki, Jean Kirsten, Connie Springer, Eren Jaeger, Reiner Braun, Armin Arlert, Kotaro Bokuto, Koshi Suguwara, Daichi Sawamura, Tsukishima Kei, Tetsuro Kuroo, Yu Nishinoya, Asahi Azumane, Kenma Kozume, Satori Tendou, Atsumu Miya, Suna Rintaro, Reigen Arataka, Joskue Higashikata, Joseph Joestar, and many more

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shingia · 3 years

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not many people would be willing to be used as a way to prove eren jaeger wrong. but jean kirstein would, as long as he gets something out of it.

CHAPTER 2: GALLIARD

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↳ cw: alcohol, one mention of smoking, swearing | nothing suggestive but like... definitely some tension lol

↳ jean kirstein x f!reader

< CHAPTER 1

“will you please stop fidgeting? i feel like i’m doing a toddler’s hair” you sighed as you ran your comb through eren’s freshly dried hair, ignoring his complaints about how you were ‘pulling too hard’. they weren’t even real complaints anyways, just a way for him to act like he wasn’t feeling a bit anxious about tonight.

connie and sasha were right, jean had absolutely no problem getting all six of you invited to porco’s party. but you had all collectively decided to tell eren that the invitation had come from niccolo; a clever way to keep his ego from being hurt.

on your left, sasha was admiring her brand new pair of pants, smiling at her own reflection in the mirror hung behind the front door. mikasa was standing a few feet behind her, observing her work with a judgmental eye. it wasn’t the first time she had sewn a tailor-made outfit for sasha, especially since the latter was often out of money around the middle of the month.

armin and connie didn’t take long to get ready - connie because he knew exactly how he wanted to look tonight, and armin because he frankly didn’t care. this was just another party he was being dragged to.

“ohh aren’t you the cutest little bean?” connie cooed when he got out of the bathroom. he knelt down in front of eren, who was still sat between your legs, waiting for you to finally tie his hair: “so what’s it gonna be? piggies or bunnies?”. but his hand got slapped before he could even touch eren’s cheeks.

“fuck off, connie”.

“ma’am your kid is rude” connie told you, and slumped down on the couch next to armin, a beer in his hand. he did look good in his white shirt and (way too expensive) black jeans, but you made a mental note to tell him to go easier on the cologne next time.

you gave eren a tap on the shoulder, letting him know that you were done with his hair, and he immediately stood up to join sasha in front of the mirror for a last-minute check. and indeed, it was a last-minute thing, since niccolo rang at the door quickly after.

a sigh left armin’s lips, who knew that this meant it was time to get going. he had offered to drive you to porco’s house - considering that it was a 20 minutes walk, and that ‘some people here’ would probably not be able to walk back home after the party. but everyone knew that the designated driver was also the one who decided of when the party would be over for everyone. and in armin’s case, it might have been a little too early.

all seven of you left home around 11pm. the sun had set quite some time ago. on the way, you noticed armin desperately trying to meet everyone’s level of excitement - which was hard, considering that you had rarely seen eren and connie so excited. even niccolo, who already knew what kind of party tonight would be, looked more euphoric than usual. as for mikasa and you, you were walking a little behind, enjoying the cheerful atmosphere surrounding you.

“i hope you don’t think we’re that dumb” she told you in a hushed voice.

“what are you talking about?” you replied. a shiver ran through your body. you had initially planned on bringing a coat, but niccolo had made it very clear that it was a terrible idea - ‘you can bring it. but you’re never gonna get it back’.

“about how convenient it is for you to be invited to one of galliard’s parties just a few days after you made that stupid bet with eren...”. obviously she had seen right through you, as always. still, there wasn’t an ounce of judgment in her voice, if anything, she sounded a little amused.

“i know what i’m doing, mika. don’t worry”, you reassured her - and maybe yourself as well, “and if it doesn’t work, i can still hook up with connie”.

her jaw dropped at your words, something so rare that you couldn’t help but laugh in surprise. and she was quick to follow you, already letting loose a little.

but the more your laughs faded, the more you were able to hear something that you hadn’t really paid attention to until now: the pounding of a distant bass beat.

niccolo turned around, addressing all six of you with an unconcealed smile on his lips: “brace yourselves kids, we’re almost there”

“no fucking way”

that was connie, eyes filled with so much excitation that they almost seemed to shine in the dark - or maybe it was just the reflection of the strobelights moving in sync with the music inside porco’s gigantic house.

“no fucking way”

… and that was armin (although he usually wasn’t one for swearing), who was already grabbing your sleeve and mikasa’s as an attempt to make you turn back. there was no way in hell he would enjoy a single thing about this party.

you had not even entered the house yet, but he already looked overwhelmed by the amount of things happening around you: the people making out on the grass, the ones taking shots in the pool, the probably-not-legal cloud of smoke floating above a certain group of friends… all of that mingling with the deafening music that made everybody’s chest vibrate.

"let’s find jean!" sasha told connie, and both of them followed niccolo inside without hesitation.

the tug on your sleeve suddenly transformed in a tight grip around your wrist. you looked at armin, ready to protest, or at least try to calm him down. but it only took a couple of seconds for you to realize that the grip was actually eren’s, who was pulling you and mikasa towards the house. armin had no choice but to follow you.

inside was just enough light for you to recognize your friends amongst the hundred or so other people. a smell of sweat, alcohol and smoke was already wafting through the air.

based on the layout of the house, you guessed that on your left was the living room, and on your right was the kitchen. every room seemed to be the size of your apartment. you had just enough time to look around you to see that some people were playing beer pong in the kitchen, because eren was already pulling you towards the living room, where the music blasting from three massive speakers was making the entire house shake. you had seen parties like that in movies, but it was hard to believe that you were experiencing one firsthand.

"drink this!"

sasha's voice made you turn around in a split second. you didn't expect to see her again so soon, let alone with a drink in hand. it looked like orange juice - but you knew very well that there was something else in it. you grabbed the cup, suspiciously smelling it as she handed one to mikasa, who had stayed by your side - unlike eren and armin whom you had already lost sight of.

without a word, mikasa brought the cup to her lips, and finished her drink before you could even start.

"what?" she chuckled, noticing your stares, "you guys are not the only ones who can drink". equally surprised and impressed, you mirrored her move almost as quickly as her.

sasha cheered for the both of you, but her voice was quickly drowned by the transition from one song to another, which seemed to ignite something in her, as she dragged the two of you deeper into the crowd, where people were actually dancing and not only drinking.

the flashing of purple lights all around you made everything feel like a fever dream. one second, you were dancing with sasha, the next, she was being carried on another girl’s shoulders, on the other side of the room. even mikasa ended up disappearing in the crowd at some point, but you couldn't remember when.

it seemed hard to believe that everyone here had some connection - even remote - to porco, especially since the amount of people inside the house kept growing and growing. and you started to think that maybe that party wasn’t as private as everyone thought.

speaking of porco, you did not see him until around 1am. when you did, connie had reappeared by your side, looking quite drunk already.

your host was hard to miss, standing up on a black wooden table - which probably cost a fortune, like most things in the house - shirtless, and his hair soaking wet. he did not even look drunk, which was probably normal if he was used to throwing these kind of parties. however, his bare chest - although it was far from being unpleasant to look at - was not what you were focused on.

at first you wondered why so many people were gathered at his feet, but it quickly made sense when you realized that he was wearing white pants, and that everyone around him had a marker in their hand. as connie and you came closer to him, you realized that his pants were in fact a literal canvas for his guests. doodles, games of tic-tac-toe, signatures, but most of all, phone numbers, were written all over it.

"what a hero" connie yelled at you over the music, a look of pure admiration in his eyes.

"go write your number!"

that, however, wasn’t connie’s voice, but mikasa’s - who was handing you a purple marker, one that she had taken from the girl who had written her name with a tiny heart near porco’s calf.

she didn't have to tell you twice. you were kind of here for that anyways... so you elbowed your way through the crowd, and eventually reached the table, which was littered with cups and bottles. 'don't look up, don't look up' you thought to yourself, knowing that making eye contact with porco would probably make you snap out of the adrenaline of the moment.

unfortunately, you were only halfway done writing your number on the fabric covering his thigh when porco patted the top of your head, forcing you to eventually look up. you tried your hardest to focus on his eyes, and nothing else, but he wasn’t making it easy.

“i don’t know you” he said, brows furrowed, and you seriously couldn’t believe that this meant he actually knew every single person here.

“uh…” your mind was racing, you had been caught off-guard, “jean invited me” you replied, trying your best not to sound like you were taking a wild guess.

immediately, porco’s features softened, like you guys had been friends for years: “well finish what you started, then”.

you felt your heart beating in your throat, and quickly scribbled the rest of your number before literally throwing the marker to a guy behind you, like it had turned into a scorching hot chunk of charcoal.

“good job” mikasa congratulated you when you walked back to her. she waited a few seconds for you to get a hold of yourself before grabbing your hand and leading you to the kitchen. at this point you weren’t even questioning things anymore, just blindly following your friends and waiting for the next thing to happen.

except nothing could have prepared you for the actual next thing.

you weren’t sober enough to hierarchise the many things that were unfolding in front of your eyes. was armin taking shots with a bunch of unknown guys more shocking than two unidentified drinks being poured directly into connie’s mouth, who was sitting on a barely functional chair?

luckily, only a thin stream of liquid was coming out of the spouts, but if he had been doing that since he had left your side after your encounter with porco... you didn’t give it long before he threw it all up.

too focused on attentively watching connie and making sure he wasn’t going beyond his limits, it took you a few seconds, maybe even an entire minute, to recognize who was standing right next to him.

thankfully, porco wasn’t here, because he would have found it suspicious that you didn’t even recognize the guy who had technically invited you here. in your defense, jean looked very different last time you had seen him. or maybe he didn’t? maybe it was just the setting that was radically different.

connie eventually raised his hand, making jean and the other girl put the bottles down. a look of utter disgust was plastered on his face, yet after a few coughs and a couple of shivers, his euphoric grin was back. but you knew that there was no way he would get up from the chair without immediately falling down, at least not by himself. instinctively, you took a step forward and offered him to lean on you for support. an initiative similar to jean’s, who stepped forward at the same time.

“i’m fine guys” connie told the two of you. and actually… he might have been. because he didn’t struggle at all when he gave you a slight push to make you sit down on the chair: “your turn now”.

once again, you weren’t even questioning things anymore.

you had never really paid attention to how tall jean was, but now that as you were quite literally forced to look up at him, he looked absolutely massive. you were almost grateful that his partner - the one who was previously pouring the pineapple juice - was so small.

“i’m pieck, nice to meet you!” she smiled, opening a new bottle. her voice was oddly soothing compared to the chaos surrounding you. you muttered a greeting in return, but the singularity of the situation made it hard for you to sound natural.

mikasa, connie, sasha and niccolo were all witnessing the scene, scattered around the kitchen. even armin had joined them, looking a little tipsy with his rosy cheeks and messy hair, but nonetheless happy to be here. behind him, the party was still raging, and the walls were still shaking.

“gin or vodka?” jean asked you, showing you two bottles that looked exactly the same. you had no idea what the difference was, but managed to fake a confident answer: “gin”.

he put down the other bottle, and it was pretty easy to guess that now was the moment when you were supposed to lift your chin. but for some reason, a part of your confused brain thought that jean rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt was a much more important thing to do.

connie, as drunk as he was, caught you in the act, and you didn’t even notice him whispering something in sasha’s ear.

“you’re supposed to drink now”, jean snapped his fingers in front of you - making you realize how much time had passed since your last blink, before guiding your chin in the right direction with his hand.

“open up!” pieck told you with an enthusiasm that almost made this whole thing seem like a kids game.

jean decreased the pressure he was applying on your jaw, it was just enough to make sure you wouldn’t move too much. none of your friends were in your field of vision now, yet you were still able to hear connie trying to hype you up over the music.

“ready?”, that was jean’s voice, who had leaned towards you to make sure you could hear him. for the first time since you had arrived, you smelled something that wasn’t alcohol, sweat, or cigarettes. stupidly, your last thought before closing your eyes and giving him the green light, was that you would have to ask him what the name of his cologne was.

the first seconds were simply disgusting. you closed your eyes a bit tighter, waiting for your tongue to be fully covered in the bitter liquid, hoping it would anesthetize your taste buds.

but eventually, the more liquor was being poured into your mouth, the more you were able to ignore it and only focus on the sweet taste of pineapple. even the fifty people chanting porco’s name in the living room only reached your ears as a background noise.

your muscles began to relax - was it the alcohol? or just an unexpected ability to forget about how surreal this whole situation was? anyways, you finally dared to open your eyes, naively thinking you would only be looking at the kitchen’s spotlights.

huge mistake.

your gaze could have been drawn to pieck, who occupied the left side of your field of vision. but she wasn’t looking at you like jean was.

you weren’t sure of which happened first. you choking on both liquids, or him accidentally pouring the gin right in your face, thrown off by your brief eye contact.

everyone gasped in surprise.

“OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY?”, pieck immediately knelt next to you. your right eye was back to being closed - but this time you were just trying to keep it from stinging and burning more than it already did.

“i’m so sorry!”, jean emphasized every single word, but his voice was now coming from behind you, since he was frantically looking for a clean towel to wipe your face. “fuck, fuck, fuck” he cursed under his breath at the realization that practically everything in porco’s kitchen was either dirty or soaked in alcohol.

mikasa and armin had also rushed towards you, looking so worried that you wondered exactly how much liquor had been poured on your face. “i’m alright” you told everyone, but the fact that you were still covering your right eye with your palm didn’t make it very convincing.

but you weren’t given much more time to reassure them, since you were forced to stand up by an unidentified strength - that you had to admit was rather remarkable. two large hands grabbed hold of your shoulders, and began guiding you towards a corridor that you didn’t even know existed. your right eye eventually fluttered open, and the first thing it laid on was jean’s rolled up sleeve, as his hand opened what you recognized to be a bathroom door.

he led you inside, carefully sitting you down on the edge of the marble bathtub, and closed the door.

everything became awfully quiet.

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m-jelly · 2 years

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Good little changes 2 - Little feet

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Pairing: Mafia!Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, dad Levi, cute, love, happy Levi, married couple.

Concept: More changes are happening to Mafia Levi, this time he's a dad! The team are a little confused about how to feel when they are faced with their boss carrying his little baby on his chest. Levi's tone is softer, but his words are venom. The scouts are confused and need momma bear's help.

You hurried around the apartment as Levi bounced his son on his lap. "Damn it, where did I put it?"

Levi looked over at you. "What are you looking for, bunny?"

You sighed. "I can find it."

He smiled at you. "Baby brain?"

You ruffled your hair. "Yeah. I forget where I put stuff." You gasped when you saw your phone. "Got it!" You flicked through the calander and hummed. "I knew it! I have an appointment with the doctor today. Could you look after Evan?"

Levi gripped his chunky six month baby. "Sure, but I'm needed in meetings today."

You leaned over and kissed Levi. "I really appreciate it."

He looked down at his son. "He's dressed as a bear today."

You grabbed your bag and slipped your shoes on. "He loves how soft it is. I'll see you in about an hour or two. I gotta go there, have my appointment and grab a few things while out." You smiled at both your boys gazing at you like they were being abandoned. You hurried over and kissed them both. "I love you both. Be good!"

Levi looked down at his son. "Guess it's just you and me for a while little one."

Evan smiled. "Eh."

"You're right, we have work to do."

Levi lay his son down and grabbed the carrier. He strapped it onto his front and slotted his son into the pouch. He fixed his son's little legs and strapped him in place, so Evan was facing outwards and his back was to his daddy's chest. Levi have Evan his toy he fiddled with a lot and went on his way.

He walked into his office and grabbed his papers. He sat down and made sure to place his hand on his son's belly as he worked. He hummed a little song to his son and kissed the top of his head to keep him happy and busy.

Connie knocked on Levi's office door and slipped inside. He stopped in his tracks as he stared at Evan. "Uh."

Levi glared at Connie. "What?"

He gulped hard. "There's been an issue with the task you gave me."

Levi tiled his head. "Like what?"

Connie felt a cold shiver go through him as Levi and Evan stared at him, and Evan was a carbon copy of his dad. "I made a bad deal. We lost some money cause they conned me a little with this cool thing, so now we're out of pocket."

Levi stoof up slowly and walked over to Connie. As Levi spoke, he used a happy positive tone so his son wouldn't be scared. "Listen Connie. You fudged it up, so you should work your magic and make it work!" He grabbed Connie's shirt. "Tell me, what delightful thing did you fall for?"

Connie shrank under Levi's grip. "I took less money because they offered me tickets to see a singer I love, but they weren't real tickets and the singer has been dead for ten years and I never knew that."

Levi's eye twitched. "You what?"

"I'm sorry!"

Levi bent Connie backwards and kept his voice happy and positive for his son. "Listen, lad. If you don't get that money and some compensation for the doo doo you pulled, then daddy won't be very happy and when daddy isn't happy, little bear here gets sad. When my little bear gets sad, daddy gets really REALLY angry. It's been a while since I've helped the toothfairy out, but I'm happy to lend her a delightful hand. We have an understanding?"

Connie whimpered and nodded. "Y-Yes!"

Levi stood Connie up. "Great!" He caught Evan's toy just as he lauched it, which only terrified Connie more at how fast Levi was. "Get to work."

Connie ran out of the room and went to work right away to get the money back. When he returned to the base he saw that other people were just on edge. "Sasha?"

She jumped and looked at her friend. "Oh, hey."

Connie frowned. "What's going on?"

"Everyone is so confused. Boss is using a happy tone and kid-friendly words, so everyone is confused. We don't know if he's happy or angry."

Levi walked past making everyone flinch. He stopped a moment and looked over at his team. "Connie?"

Connie shot up to his feet. "It's all done! Money back and extra."

"Good! I'm very happy you've done that."

Connie relaxed. "Great."

Levi hummed and turned away to see Eren. "Eren! I would like a little chat."

Eren froze up. "S-Sir!" He turned just as Evan's toy smacked him in the face. "AH!"

Levi looked down at his son. "You've got a strong arm on you."

Eren picked the toy up and handed it over to Evan. "You dropped this. How can I help, boss?"

Levi fixed his son's bear hood. "I was just coming to tell you that the deal you did recently was a good one. Well done."

"Thank you?"

"Sorry, my son threw his toy at you." He waved. "See you in a bit."

Eren watched Levi walk off. "I'm so confused."

Connie stood up. "We have to go see Mrs Ackerman!" He tapped on his phone and called you. "Mrs Ackerman!"

You trotted along and got closer to the base. "Hello Connie, what can I do for you?"

"We're all terrified."

You frowned. "What? Why?"

"Mr Ackerman is talking so nice and positive, even when he's angry! We're all confused!"

You laughed. "He's probably doing that because of Evan. I'm almost there, so he'll be back to normal boss soon."

Connie lowered his voice. "I think your husband and son are plotting to murder me."

You paused in front of the building. "Huh."

"Your son isn't a murderer, right?"

You smirked a little. "Well, he is just like his daddy."

"Oh no..."

"I'll see you in a second." You ended the call and went inside the base. You hummed a song as you went up in the lift before making your way to your husband's office to see him talking with Erwin. "Hey!"

Erwin smiled. "Hi, I was just having a word with your husband. His positive attitude because of your baby is confusing people. I'm finding it funny, but we can't have everyone terrified all the time."

You unstrapped Evan from Levi. "So, me telling Connie Evan is just like his daddy when he asked me if Evan is a murderer is bad?"

Erwin stared at you as you held your son against you. He let out a long sigh. "That's really funny, but you gotta give that kid a break."

You giggled as you bounced with Evan. "Promise."

"I was talking to Evan and Levi. You are fine."

You gasped. "Evan got his first telling off! He's just like his daddy." You smiled as your son giggled. "You are so cute!" You handed him to Erwin. "Hold your nephew while I kiss my hubby."

Erwin smiled and melted as he held your little boy. "Happy to."

You wrapped your arms around Levi. "Hello grumpy."

Levi purred at you. "Bunny. I missed you."

You kissed him and hummed. "Missed you too. Doctor said I'm healthy and good. She also said to stop calling her and booking me in because I have a tiny bit of pain or look a little sick."

Levi pouted. "I just worry about you."

"I know."

"I love you, bunny."

You giggled and hugged him. "Love you too." You leaned around and whispered in his ear. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless tonight."

Levi grunted. "Bunny."

You pulled back and opened your arms to Erwin. "Baby bear." You took Evan and cuddled him. "I bet you were a great boss today, huh?" He covered his face in kisses making him squeal with laughter. "My good little boy."

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bunnys-babies · 3 years

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Me, Myself and I

Connie Springer x gn!reader

wc: 2.1k

warning(s): mentions of insecurities, jealousy, shame, some self imposed embarrassment, a dash of pining and oblivious reader, kissinggggg hehehe

a/n: I ran to @plutowrites inbox a couple nights ago spewing on about Connie and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since… everyone say ty pluto for letting bunny rant all sane/insane thoughts <3333 this piece is my baby rn y’all; enjoy some friends to lovers with Connie with some mild angst! Please leave thoughts and comments of any kind I love hearing from y’all!

Your heart was beating so loud in your ears you could barely hear Connie’s breathy, sing-songy mumbles spoken against your cheek. If you were smart, you wouldn’t have let yourself get into this position, but you were weak, and this was Connie we’re talking about. Who could really say no to his sly smile and warm, inviting arms?

“C’mon (y/n), loosen up a little and just dance.”

His fun little house party was dying down, soft rnb coming from the speaker in his living room where the couches had been haphazardly shoved to the side earlier on in the chaos of the night, and he looked so good. Truly, who were you to deny him like this?

His body gently swaying on its own in the middle of the practically empty room — minus the pair sloppily kissing and grinding in the corner — with one hand patting against his chest as he sang along silently, over exaggerating the expressions on his face in an effort to make you chuckle, the other outstretched towards you palm up after adjusting the beanie sat on his head. His corduroy button up was open enough for his chest to peek out at you. He most likely unbuttoned those first few buttons an hour or two ago as the heat got to him.

It was getting hot wasn’t it?

You giggled into your hand as you shook your head, “No Connie, I should probably head back to my place soon or something.” You stood in place and smiled at him, fiddling with your fingers nervously.

“Or something?”, he cocked his head and pursed his lips, “you sure? Only if you want to though.” His palm stayed out, still inviting you to join him.

Should you?

Maybe he wouldn’t be offering you this fun little memory if he knew what you thought about him. No, you know he wouldn’t.

Connie’s been your friend for a year or two now, but he’s been your crush even longer.

It had started during freshman orientation; a few icebreakers and a couple games of Rock Paper Scissors later and you undeniably had a crush on him. He was loud, albeit slightly obnoxious, but mainly endearing. And he was so friendly, all smiles and scrunched eyes the whole time he was introducing himself to you. He could’ve been cold and distant, grumpy he wasn’t paired with his friend he came with - whom you later learned wasn’t his girlfriend.

Yet instead, he happily welcomed you to be another one of his many pals.

—

“What, are you talking about Sasha? Oh, no way! She’s cute ‘n all but we’re just friends, and we plan on keeping it that way. Besides, she totally has the hots for her senior RA. Don’t tell her or anyone else I told you that though!”

You laughed and waved your hands, assuring him you wouldn’t tell a soul. It’s not like you had any friends to tell here anyway.

“Uh, wow. What are we then? Hm?” He got in an almost uncomfortably close proximity to your face, eyebrows quirked, looking thoroughly appalled.

“Friends then?” Your laughter died down a little as you mirrored his expression, sending him into his own fit of laughter.

“Duh! I know how many siblings you have, your birthday, your middle name, your favorite animal, favorite color, and even your favorite number. We’re practically best friends now or something, right?” He talked so fast it was hard for to follow his long list of best-friend-criteria.

Or something.

“So, bestie, where you wanna get lunch later?”

—

It was easy being his friend, at first. You were slightly distant, never talking for longer than a lecture hall you both shared, or a quick hello and goodbye as you passed each other on campus. Besides eating together on your orientation, you didn’t hang out much. Both stepping into your own crowd of friends, separate late night study sessions, separate 2 am good find, separate gossip group calls that lasted hours. And you liked it that way.

It felt cute and fun having a harmless crush on that funny guy your friends vaguely knew. And as the summer passed after your freshman year, you didn’t think about how your daydreams became more and more frequently visited by him.

Now those passing greetings began to make your palms sweaty and heart race. What was it about him? Maybe it was the effortless way he made you feel so noticed, never failing to ask you questions about little things you briefly mentioned the last time you ran into each other.

You no longer found it silly when your friends brought up how they say Connie in their class earlier that day, or how they say him sitting in the dining hall with Sasha and some other girl, or how Connie asked them about you.

“Oh my god, you should’ve seen him earlier. You would’ve loved to see what we saw, I’m talking fresh out of the gym in some shorts.” Your friends burst into a fit of laughter, harmlessly smacking you on the arms as you laughed with them nervously.

“You know, he did ask about you. I think he misses you.” Another batch of giggles and screeching made you smile out of habit, but really you felt sick to your stomach.

It’s not their fault, they didn’t know it was starting to make you feel nauseous how bad you were starting to yearn for him. Not only that, but you felt like a creep.

He talked to you, like, once, and now you can’t stop thinking about how bad you want him to hold your hand or something?

Yeah, or something.

It felt embarrassing.

You tried to train yourself to stop thinking of him whenever you saw, or heard him, in the same room as you. And maybe it would’ve worked if you hadn’t ended up in the same math class in the latter half of your sophomore year.

—

“Oh my gosh, hey!” A loud voice shouted for you down the hall, footsteps getting increasingly louder behind you.

The call of your name sent your stomach into a fit of turns, flips, and twists, a whole damn dance routine.

You turn your head over your shoulder in time to see Connie, all doe eyed with a big, bright smile taking up the bottom half of his face.

Shit.

“I haven’t seen you in, like, 4 months or something!”

You giggle as he throws an arm over you shoulder and matches his footsteps in time with yours.

“Mm, more like 2. Nice try though.” You smile and try to look anywhere but his face, deciding your shoes were interesting enough.

“Oh,”, his eyes flicked up and down your face with a crooked smile, “so you’ve been counting?”

Shit.

“So, do you have a class down here?” You could feel his eyes linger on your face as he awaited your response.

You nodded and hummed a yes, giving him a smile you hoped made up for your cold response. Although, maybe having to see the way he was looking at you wasn’t worth the effort.

“No way, me too! Dibs on being your partner.” His hand moved down from hanging off your shoulder to squeeze your upper arm.

Shit, shit, shit!

“Oh, I’m sorry! I’m all up in your business, huh?” He grins sheepishly as he slinks his arms back to his side, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie after some fiddling and hesitation.

While you mulled over a proper response to lighten the suddenly static feeling coming from the both of you, you arrived to the open doorway of the classroom.

“S’it cool if I sit next to you?” His voice came off a little quieter than usual, a little, unsure?

“Of course.” You looked up to get a good look at his face as you gave him your warmest smile you could muster up.

His eyebrows pulled up towards the middle of his forehead as his eyes softened, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Of course? Hm, I like that. I like you, you’re always so sweet to me.”

And with that, he tugged you to your now shared table where’d you be for the rest of the semester.

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A year and a half later, you’re brought here; Nearing the end of your third year in college, and best friends.

Almost two years of falling asleep on the phone, painting each other’s nails, coordinating outfits, pigging out during movie nights, and coming to each other for everything.

Almost two years of yearning for something more that you knew was never to come.

And there he was, in the middle of this sticky living room waiting for you to join him. And you said yes?

And now here you are, one arm snaked around your waist until his hand rests on your lower back, the other cupping your cheek that his own wasnt resting against.

You weren’t sure if his eyes were closed, but yours were, busy soaking up every other sense you could in this moment.

His cheek was soft against yours, the palm of his hand was warm, and the thumb rubbing side to side on your back was so soothing. He smelt good, too. His cologne wearing off a little throughout the length of the night, but you could still catch it when the breeze from the open windows caught him just right.

You slid your head down until you could comfortably bury your face into the crook of his neck, a soft chuckle made you hum in return.

Softly, he called out your name. Your arms hanging off his shoulders moved until your hands rested at the nape of his neck, and you sighed.

What could he possibly want to talk about in this moment. Couldn’t he let you just stay like this for a little while?

“Hey,”, he tugged at the base of your shirt, “‘M talking to you.”

You lifted your head up in a flash, mentally making sure to have a grumpy look on your face. But any remnants of “bothered” you had on your face dissipated when you realized how close his face was to yours.

Anything you could’ve said in this moment was stuck in your throat, and any will to back away before your noses touched was lost somewhere in the nerves building in your knees.

You had no clue what he was trying to say anymore, and you weren’t sure if he knew either, all words stopping as he stared back at you breathlessly.

You swallowed a dry gulp.

Can’t he say anything?

You usually can’t get him to shut up, and now he chooses to be speechless.

Your train of thought was lost when you felt the hand previously resting on your lower back slide up your side until it rested at the back of your neck, the other still cupping your cheek. Gingerly, he leaned in.

It felt like years before he was close enough for the tip of his nose, surprisingly cold, to brush against yours. Your lips were almost touching his, and now you could feel his breath begin to mingle with yours. You could almost taste the breath mints he always carried with him, snacking on them like they’re candy.

“Um,”, his lips brushed against yours as he spoke, and you fought every urge inside you to lean forward and slam your mouth into his, not so patiently waiting for him to continue,

“Can I kiss you?”

His eyes fluttered across your face in an erratic pattern, eyelashes tickling your skin, eagerly awaiting for you to speak this time.

“Please.”

Closing the distance, his soft lips melded into yours. Your hands closed into fists with the soft material of his shirt bundled up in your grasp, holding tight enough to make up for the way he was making you weak.

It wasn’t rushed or giggly, the kind of kissed you’d always imagined getting from Connie one day. It was slow and serious, one you never thought you’d have.

It was a good measure of time until you two pulled away from each other, breathing heavy and hearts racing.

Biting his lip and giggling softly, he leaned forward until he could hide his face in your neck.

“So you like me too then, huh?” His breath on your neck sent goosebumps up and down your arms and tingles to your spine.

“Mm, or somethin’ like that.” You laughed incredulously to yourself and rested your forehead on his shoulder.

What just happened?

Standing up straight, he pulls you closer into his body within his arms.

“Something tells me we have a lot to talk about.” His smile had an air of cockiness to it, but the way his ears were dawning a deep red made your heart jump and a laugh bubble up in your chest.

Yes you did.

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glamorizingchaos · 3 years

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Summer Rains Part 2:

Look What the Cat Dragged In

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Rating: M (no smut in this chapter but to be safe 18+ because I may try my hand at some ✨spice✨ in the next part. A heavy emphasis on MAY.)

Warnings: Angst, swearing, smoking mention, no use of y/n, run on sentences galore, a vague attempt at overarching symbolism.

Summary: Steve thinks he’s real sly. A trip to Miami brings some surprises.

(Not me realizing I posted this at first leaving the summary blank 🤦🏻‍♀️ I’m a dumbass)

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A little over one year later

A jump of the plane jolts you awake from your unplanned nap. A deep breath fills your lungs as you try and run the sleep form your eyes. You blink a few times before your tired eyes explore your surroundings, you’ve always enjoyed people watching especially on a plane. You like to imagine what your fellow passengers' lives are like, why they are traveling; it helps pass the time.

Across the aisle, a lovely old couple catches your attention. The woman in the right whispers to her partner, making their eyes crinkle with laughter. They haven't stopped holding hands the whole flight, their love for each other radiating off them. In your head you make up a story for them; they are celebrating their 50th anniversary with beaches and cocktails and will live happily ever after. As they lean in for a soft kiss, your heart seems to tighten. To love that strongly and for so long is something remarkable, and something you don’t know if you’ll experience. But as you glance down at the tiny bundle asleep in the carrier beside you, you can’t help but smile as you feel your heart swell with emotion.

Balancing your carry-on and a now fussy baby is not the ideal way of getting off a three-hour flight. The diaper bag almost slips off your shoulder as you dig around to find a pacifier for your unruly six-month-old. Grumpiness must be a genetic trait, you think to yourself. Your eyes dart around the crowd to catch a glimpse of that familiar golden hair. Soon your eyes fall on Connie, arms laden with flowers and a bunny stuffed animal for her goddaughter.

You can feel the tension in your shoulders ease the minute you lock eyes with her. Tears threaten to spill over as you throw your arms around your dear friend. Connie has always had a calming presence to her, it's what makes her such an amazing nurse. You feel the stress and anxiety of the last year melt away as you cling to her.

Your tear-filled reunion is cut short by a loud wail from the carrier, great timing as always. You reach to grab the squirming monster, but Connie bats your hands away.

“Now do not think I forgot about my perfect goddaughter.” Connie envelopes your daughter in her arms as she rocks her. “How is my Sofia doing?”

“Probably in massive need of a diaper change.” You raise the diaper bag with a grimace.

“Give me the bag, I’ll take her. You go get your luggage.” Connie immediately jumps into action. Swooping Sofia into her carrier and snatching the diaper bag. In a whip of her blonde hair, she is gone. You stay unmoving for a moment, more tears collect in your eyes. You realize how much you have missed Connie, how lonely and isolated you have felt. But you also realize how exhausted you are and grateful to have someone help with your daughter.

You never thought anything could be worse than the heat of Colombia, but the humid Florida summer is a BEAST. In the twenty minutes, it takes for you to install Sofia’s car seat into Connie’s car and load your luggage, your shirt is almost transparent. As soon as you get in the car you blast air conditioning as high as it can go and Connie pulls out of the airport to begin the drive to her and Steve’s home. As she drives the two of you catch up but soon a pleasant lull falls over the car. As you lean your head on the window to watch the streets of Miami go by, the quiet sounds of the dance music from the radio envelop you.

—

The bass of the music in the club practically rattles your brain as you order another shot from the bar. You look around at the club-goers surrounding you, dancing and drinking, not a care in the world. Clubs are not usually your scene, working for the embassy often kept you away from Colombian nightlife, but you promised your coworker you would go out for her birthday.

Said darling coworker has promptly abandoned you to dance with the handsome stranger from across the bar. You scan the crowd of sweaty people and see the two practically humping each other on the dance floor. You smirk at her antics, knowing you will get every dirty detail tomorrow morning.

Not that you’re complaining though, you may try to live a more quiet lifestyle but that does not mean you do not enjoy living vicariously through your friend. Her carefree happiness is what drew you to her and you would not judge her for it.

The bartender hands you your drink and as you lift the shot to your lips a deep voice shouts to catch your attention, “It’s never fun to drink alone.”

You rake your eyes over the dark-haired man, you recognize him immediately. The tousled brown curls, the mustache that should have stayed in the 70s (but somehow still works for him), and that sly, condescending smirk, are dead giveaways. Javier Peña, Colombia's very own Casanova.

“Who said I was alone?” you question with a quirk of your brow.

He strides over to where you stand next to the bar and leans over you, close enough to not have to shout too loud to be heard. He’s so close you can smell the mix of his cologne, cigarette smoke, and sweat ripple off of him; it snakes its way into your senses and takes root. You drag your eyes up his glistening torso that peeks out of his half-buttoned shirt to meet his dark brown eyes.

“I don’t see anyone,” He makes the gesture to look around and you roll your eyes. “ and any man stupid enough to leave you standing alone at the bar doesn’t deserve you anyway hermosa.”

You don’t respond right away. You study his piercing eyes for a moment, the dark orbs have a practiced stoicism to them. Years of practice to not give away a hint of what he is truly thinking. You see beyond the forced confidence and bravado, the underlying tiredness within them. You wonder what his eyes look like with the morning sun shining on his face. What he would look like at peace in the quiet hours of the morning.

“You are really laying it on thick huh? Tell me, does that line really work?” Your response catches him off guard and you see a crack in his facade as he recovers. His dark eyes rake over your body, setting off a heat that rushes throughout your body. He reaches into his pocket and takes a cigarette out and taps in on the bar top as he regards you.

“It hasn’t let me down yet.” He places the cigarette between his lips and lights it. He breathes in a deep drag and releases a puff of smoke. A sardonic glint in his inky, almost black eyes.

With a scoff, you roll your eyes, reach into your bag, and place some money on the bar for your drink. “I am more than happy to be the first.” With a final smirk, you push away from the bar with your hands and away from Agent Peña.

You check in on your friend to make sure she has a way home and quickly make your way through the crowd to the exit. As you step out to meet the warm night air, a roll of thunder fills your ears. The humid air gets heavier and heavier as the rain clouds circle Bogotá. You start to make your way down the street as the rain starts to pour down. You mutter a few curses and run to the nearest cover. As you sweep your soaked hair out of your face a laugh starts to bubble up from deep within you. You notice a car pull up next to your hiding spot and you stiffen as a figure gets out and strides towards you like a man on a mission.

“Are you insane?” Your body instantly relaxes when you recognize the husky voice yelling at you. “C’mon.” Any flirtatious tone is gone from his voice as he orders you around. He stares at you for a moment and mutters under his breath, “stubborn fucking woman.”

His hands fall to his hips, his patience wearing thin, “Get in the damn car.” He could just leave you, you were obsolete to him. Just another secretary in the embassy for him to add to his collection. Yet something gnawed at your brain, Javier Peña’s reputation is well known. His bedside manner is nonexistent, so why would he care enough to stand in the pouring rain for you?

Finally, you concede with a nod and follow him to the side of his jeep. Once in he turns the key and whips the car into reverse.

The rain patters on the roof of the car as thunder rolls in the distance. You glance at Javier from the corner of your eyes, his clenched jaw and hard-set eyes unmoving. He doesn’t talk or acknowledge you, keeps his eyes on the road ahead of him. You look down and focus on your hands fiddling in your lap. You absentmindedly pick at your nail polish, hating the heavy silence of the car.

“Thank you.” You finally break the silence. “For driving me home. You really didn’t need to do that.” He grunts in response with a shake of his head. Clearly not wanting to talk for the duration of this car ride.

You sigh but refuse to sit in complete silence, “Back home in the states, the house I grew up in had this amazing porch. Wrapped around the whole house. Every time it rained my mom and I would sit in the twin rocking chairs on the porch and just listen.” You smile fondly at the memory. Javier remains quiet, but you notice his jaw unclench the tiniest bit.

“Those moments, out on the porch in the rain, we would talk about anything and everything. That's one of the things I miss the most about the states, that damn porch. There is nowhere to really sit and enjoy the rain here.” You know you're rambling but you have a feeling he doesn’t mind too much. Javier is the type to tell you to shut up if you’re bothering him. When you still get no response from him, not even a nod or grunt this time, you take the hint and sit back in the seat and turn to face the window.

“My dad and I would always play cards when it rained.” His deep gravelly voice finally breaks his silence. He doesn’t elaborate or explain, he doesn't need to. You know he just opened up to you more than he has with most everyone. For the first time since you got in the car, he looks at you, his face shining in the light from the streetlamps. You give a soft smile and his lips curve up just the tiniest bit before he sets his jaw again and returns his gaze to the road.

When he parks the jeep outside of your shared apartment building, the rain has gotten heavier. The two of you sprint to the door, he pulls the heavy door open and ushers you inside with a hand hovering on the small of your back. The light touch sends shock waves of nerves tingling throughout your body. Once inside you each turn to walk to your respective apartments.

As you arrive at your front door you turn around and call out softly. “Goodnight Javier.”

He looks up from sliding his key into his door, “Goodnight.”

—

A rueful smile spreads across your face. You feel tears form in your eyes and your heart tightens. You never would have guessed that a ride home would change the course of your entire life. If you had a second chance, would you do anything differently? A coo from the backseat brings you back to reality. You know you would never change your choice to have your daughter, she is your everything. But deep in your heart you also know, running away the way you did wasn’t fair. It was cowardly, but you can’t change that now. You can only live for your family, tiny as it is, and do right by your little love.

You shake the thoughts out of your head as Connie places the car in park outside her home. You look out the windshield and see Steve walk outside with a wave and warm smile. You step back out into the miserable heat of Miami and wave back and call out a greeting. Steve crosses the drive to grab the luggage as you unbuckle Sofia from her car seat. He places a saccharine kiss on Connie's cheek as he passes her. Steve always took any chance he could to show how much he adored his wife and rightfully so.

“Let's go, I’ve got burgers and hot dogs ready to go on the grill.” Steve corrals the four of you into the house. As you step inside you feel the love bloom around you; from the curly brown locks atop Olivia’s head as she leaps into Connie’s arms, the two-year-old babbling and giggling, to the mess of toys she's left on the floor. All negative thoughts are left behind as you and your daughter settle in to relax, eat Steve’s questionable food, and enjoy a couple of weeks with your favorite people.

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The next day finds the five of you in the pool for most of the day. Connie had taken Sofia and was bobbing around and playing with her. Steve was splashing on the other side with Olivia playing mermaids. You overheard an argument about tail colors, and Steve was not winning.

You sit at the stairs of the pool and kick your feet through the water humming along to the radio playing. This trip was planned on a whim, a phone call with Connie and Steve interrupted with an invitation. You watch as Steve grabs Sofia from Connie and lifts Olivia in the air and bright laughter fills the air. Laughter fills your lungs as Steve sways to the music while holding Sofia, singing an off-key version of the song on the radio. Maybe you could get used to Miami, it's not that bad.

Soon the tiny humans begin to get tired and fussy and you know it's time to go inside. You give the girls a quick bath to rinse off the chlorine and so Connie and Steve can do the same. Olivia laughs and giggles as she plays with Sofia. She loved helping you wash the baby’s hair and singing with you as you washed hers. Once out of the bath and dried off Olivia rushes off to the kitchen where she hears her mom preparing lunch.

You wrap the grumpy baby in the towel and rock her trying to settle her. You walk to the guest room to feed her and set her down for her first nap of the day. As she settles down in her pack and play you spin the mobile attached to it. Within a few minutes, she is sound asleep. You grab the monitor and sneak out of the room as quietly as you can.

“Where’d Steve go?” You question as you sit next to Olivia and ruffle her hair as she munches on apple slices and carrots.

“He had an errand to run. Here eat.” Connie hands you a plate with a sparkling smile. Your stomach gurgles at the sight of the food and you give her a thankful smile.

“Okay baby girl, time for a nap.” Connie picks her daughter up off the chair. The two-year-old begins to protest but is cut off by a yawn. Connie gives you a knowing look as she chuckles, “Every day she acts more and more like Steve, I swear to god.” With a shake of your head, you follow them down the hall.

After a long negotiation for three books and a song, Connie finally gets Olivia to sleep. You finally get to take a shower then the two of you sit down to chat. After about an hour, you both hear the front door open as Steve calls out into the house.

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Being back in the states was an adjustment for Javier. He was not the same man who left Texas more than a decade ago. His dad did his best to understand, but Javier needed a break from the constant hovering. He reaches up to wipe the bead of sweat dripping down his forehead as he looks around the parking lot. A loud horn draws his attention to the corner of the lot to the familiar blonde man leaning on the door.

With a deep sigh, he pulls his bag higher on his shoulder and strides over to his friend. He climbs into the car after tossing his bag in the back. Steve reaches into the glove box and grabs a pack of cigarettes and offers one to Javier. “Connie doesn’t allow smoking in the house with Olivia, so we have from now till we get to the house.”

Javier smirks and grabs one from the pack. He reaches into the cupholder and grabs the lighter. With a flick, he lights the cigarette and passes the lighter to Steve. Javier takes a deep drag relishing the burn of the smoke in his lungs before blowing the smoke out the window. As he and Steve sit in a comfortable silence his mind begins to wander.

He thinks of Steve’s life; a loving wife, kid, house with a picket fence, the whole package. He never once thought that he’d want that kind of life, perfectly fine with the life of a bachelor. Well, that was until you tried to walk home in a rainstorm. He looks up at the sky, it darkens as a storm begins to roll in off the coast. He brings the cigarette back to his lips as he tries to push the memory away.

He hated to admit that thinking of you still stung. The one that got away, but he can’t blame you for running. If he could he would run away from him too. As the streets of Miami pass by he thinks of the choices he's made in his life, if he could go back to that night, he would never have left. Raindrops sprinkle on his arm from where it rests out the window and he remembers he is here to relax and spend time with Steve and his family, he needs to stop wallowing and wishing for something that won’t happen. Not for him.

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Connie gets up to greet her husband but stops dead in her tracks in the entrance hall. Her eyes wide, blue disks as she turns to lock eyes with yours. You immediately get up brow furrowed as you rush to her side. As you turn to ask Steve what’s going on, you freeze as your blood runs cold.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Steve's words are distant in your ear, like an echo.

Your eyes meet the familiar dark stormy eyes that haunt your dreams. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish but no words come. He is here. Standing in front of you and you have no idea what to do. He is frozen in place, hard eyes not leaving yours.

Your brain finally catches up to the situation and you stomp back into the living room. Connie follows you grabbing your arm but you rip it away from her with a glare. “How could you do this?” you hiss at her.

“I swear I had nothing to do with this.” She pleads with you, her voice desperate and just as shocked as you. The front door closes and the shuffling of feet meets your ears.

Steve and Javier enter the living room slowly, as if they were approaching a feral animal. You steal your emotions. He doesn’t get to have this control over you, Steve on the other hand is deserving of all of your rage.

Javier clears his throat, his fists clenched at his side so hard he can feel the marks forming. He could throttle Steve, he really could jail time be damned. What was this fucking hillbilly thinking? He thinks he’s so slick.

Javier opens his mouth to break the silence but a sharp cry beats him to it. His eyes flick to Connie figuring Olivia just woke from a nap or whatever toddlers do. But when you cross the room in front of him, his brow creases in confusion. He steps back to get out of your way and without thinking follows you. He stops in the hallway as you walk through the door to the right.

Your voice wafts through the crack in the door, “Hi baby girl. Oh, It's okay, I know. Shhh, Mama’s got you.”

His heart leaps into his throat. Mama? Baby girl?

He peers through the crack in the door to see you rocking back and forth as you coo at the bundle in your arms. Before he knows what's happening his feet are moving. He runs past the living room, Steve calling after him. He steps out into the now pouring rain and struggles to take a breath in. Thunder cracks overhead and questions swirl through his head; Why are you here? Why didn’t you answer his calls? Where is the father? Is he the father? Is that why you left? How could you leave him if you were pregnant?

He eventually steadies his breathing. He drags himself back inside, he closes the door behind him, and finds you in the hallway. The bundle in your arms has soft brown curls peeking out from the top. His eyes slide up from the baby, to meet yours.

“We should probably talk.”

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Welcome Back, Peter Mills

Peter Mills x Reader

description: You're a firefighter on truck 81 and Peter left but came back to firehouse 51.

word count: 1.4k

warning: pure fluff :)

a/n: my first Chicago Fire fic!

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Y/N’s been a firefighter at Firehouse 51 for the past five years. She was a candidate there not long after Peter Mills moved up. And from that moment on, she knew she was in trouble seeing those bright brown eyes every day. Y/N was a lot like Peter in some ways. They both loved their jobs, cooking that eases their minds, and annoying the rest of the house to no end.

“Alright, so this prank is going to be easy,” Peter tried to keep from laughing, “All we have to do is change out the clothes from the dryer to pink clothes. Peter and Y/N both knew that Cruz was easy to mess with, and knowing him, he’d have to deal with the pink clothes until the end of shift. “He’s gonna look like a pink peep. Those Easter marshmallow bunnies.” Laughing hard, but trying to keep it hidden, they took their hiding place to the sleeping quarters, waiting until the dryer dinged.

Right when it dinged, the both of them took off like cheetahs, cramming all the clothes into a basket and shoving the pink-colored ones in the dryer with a red sock for good measure. After your plan was done, you hid the clothes under Y/N’s bed. Her bed was against the corner and would make room to keep it hidden than in plain sight, given if anyone looked underneath them.

Sneakily and casually, they ventured outside. “We should pick up some of these branches or rake to make it look like we weren’t in there.” Y/N looked up at Peter. “That’s a great idea.”

They took their time getting back into the house. Nonchalantly walking into the kitchen and chatting, like they haven’t just messed with Cruz.

About 20 minutes later, everyone saw Cruz walking in with a pink uniform. “Alright, who did this. I don’t wear red socks, so who messed with my clothes.” No one spoke up but instead laughed hysterically. “C’mon guys, this isn’t funny. If Chief Boden sees me like this, he’s gonna ring my neck.” Just as Joe finished his sentence, Boden came waltzing in. A low chuckle turned into a serious conversation. “Cruz. What happened to your clothes?”

“Chief, I washed my clothes and now they’re pink. I don’t wear red socks and am for certain that this couldn’t have happened.” Joe started to look upset, to which Y/N ducked out unseen to place his clean clothes on his bed.

Peter ran in looking shocked. “Now?” He said. “Yeah, now. I didn’t know Chief was goanna get involved. You and I both don’t need our asses chewed out right now.” At that moment, Joe walked in. “I knew it! You two are always up to something!” Standing in front of Peter to protect him, Y/N spoke up. “But look, there are your clothes. All clean and not pink. It was a prank, not real.” No matter what you said, it didn’t help. Taking the chance, you grabbed Peter and started running.

That nice memory was three years ago. It was a nice parting memory and added to the scrapbook that Y/N gave Peter when he left for North Carolina. He’d send her postcards and small little trinkets, with her doing the same; yet, she still missed him every day. They became best friends, but Y/N would be lying if she said she wished they could have been more. She always had a soft spot for him. Being best friends was her way of seeing what it would be like to be his. It was a dangerous game she had her pawns in; although, she took all her chances.

“Y/N. A package came for you.” Connie set down the box on the table in front of her.

“Thank you, Connie.” Y/N took out her pocket knife and opened it carefully. “What’d you get? Herrmann sat in front of you. “I didn’t order anything. This is a surprise to me.” Y/N opened it, and to her surprise, it was a framed photo of her and Peter with a letter attached.

“Aww. I loved this photo. I can’t believe he kept it.” Herrmann smiled at his co-worker’s reaction. “What does the letter say?” She took a minute to open it and look inside. “I hope you like your little gift. I know it’s not much. I miss you and everyone at 51. Do you and everyone else miss me?” Y/N read. She smiled wide but turned around quickly when she heard that familiar voice.

“So what’s your answer? Did you miss me?” Peter stood there with his hands in his pockets. Y/N didn’t have to think twice before running into his arms and hugging him close. Peter held her tightly hearing a faint, “I missed you so much.” It wasn’t long after their embrace that the rest of 51 joined in on their hug; similar to when he left.

Peter sat at the long dining table telling stories of his life down in North Carolina. He told one story of his sister and this guy down the street. “So one day he walks in and she’s being flirty cause she thinks he is all that, to which he’s not.” Peter beamed with a bright smile, ready to laugh, knowing the ending. “And they’ve kept this unspoken tension and seductive thing going for like three weeks. Come to find out that the next day, he walks in with his partner.” Mouch interrupted, “A woman.”

Peter shook his head. “A man. He’s totally gay. This whole time she’d been flirting with a gay man and didn’t even know it. And the guy was so happy to introduce her to his partner like a new friend.” Peter chuckled. “Poor girl didn’t want to get out of bed, that was until that “friend” introduced her to his brother. Now, they’re engaged.” Everyone listening awed and smiled.

“That’s a funny story. One to share when they have kids.” Herrmann commented.

Time went on and they shared stories of things that happened while Peter was gone. He knew that this was his home, no matter what. He talked about how he was going to miss his family deeply, but there was a piece of him missing, a hole so to speak when he left. Like he was leaving his father behind. Peter could make the trips to see his family, but the reason to become a firefighter was to be close to his dad. That was his purpose, and that purpose is what he missed.

“You know, I couldn’t sleep for like two weeks after I left.” Y/N looked up at her best friend. “Why?” She looked up at him. “I missed you too much. I remember those nights when we would watch movies and then fall asleep on the couch.” He paused to smile, the memory brought joy to his life. They would get numerous snacks, such as popcorn, candy, drinks, pizza, and other favorites. They both would lay it all out and start the binging of their favorite movies, or on occasion television shows. Later on, they would put the rest of the food away and cuddle up on the couch. Their relationship was mirroring that of a couple, but neither of them would speak on it. They would fall asleep under the television light, a thick blanket, including Y/N, snuggled into Peter’s chest.

Y/N smiled along with him. “I remember those nights. Best sleep in the world is being next to you.” She confessed. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” Peter smirked. “Cause you made me feel safe. I was at home in your arms. I was comfortable, I knew that I could always be myself.” She pondered her thoughts before continuing. “I love you, Peter. Not just as a friend, more than that. I fell in love with you the moment I met you. You’re so full of life and energy… I just-” She was cut off by Peter cupping her jawline. He kissed her with such passion and desire. The crew of 51 had bets on when they would get together. They had been waiting and when they finally saw both of them kissing on the rooftop of Molly’s, they cheered.

“Get it, Peter!” Severide clapped. “Yeah Y/N!!!” Gabby hollered.

She pecked his lips once more. “I love you, Y/N.” She smiled. “I love you, Peter.”

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I FUCKIN HATE YOU

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP // MINORS DNI // EREN X F!READER

Warnings: NSFW 18+, fingering, unprotected sex, alcohol use, noncon touching(ish), hate fucking?, creampie m, idk what else

AN: This is a collab for @bordemm bunny’s rager! It had to fit the theme/vibe of a song and mine was ‘IFHY’ by Tyler the Creator! Give it a listen when you’re about halfway through!

Big thanks to @morelikebaku-no for beta reading this for me!

WC: 5.2K

Masterlist

How did you two get to this point? Why did you hate each other? He would always shove you into walls when you got too close to him and you’d slap him across the arm in retaliation. He would mock how eager you were to please and achieve on missions, and you’d scoff at his selfishness. You threw insults and jabs back and forth whenever you two were near, which wasn’t too often anymore. Although, you weren’t the one who started this all. He used to be so nice, asking you if you needed help, giving you his food, riding your horses side by side. You were both so fond of one another, a bond you had shared since childhood. You thought you might’ve even loved him, but something snapped in Eren one day. You couldn’t understand why he changed so much after that day.

Eren remembered the day perfectly. You both got ready that morning before you set off for what would be a horrible evening. Your squad had a relatively easy mission to complete, but something felt off to you. Eren rested a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that everything would be okay, and that he’d protect you. He always stuck close to you on these missions, fearing that he’d lose you like he lost everyone else.

You set off on horseback together. You were a skilled cadet, well seasoned in using your ODM gear. Eren hated when you’d get cocky and push yourself too far, but thats why he stuck so close, but not this time. Levi sent you and Jean forward in a group of two, despite Erens pleas to be paired up with you. You shot him a reassuring smile before you and Jean pushed forward and to the right. Eren had to stay in the center with Levi and Armin, his eyes trailing off to watch you descend further away from him.

You and Jean easily took out five abnormals, you killing three and him taking out the other two. You were in a state of euphoria, zipping through the trees. Jean admired your strength and confidence, but they all still saw you as someone that needed protecting, and it royally pissed you off. You slung off to the left, Jean quickly losing sight of you.

“Y/N! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING?!” he howled out to you. He swiftly maneuvered around to try and follow you. Then he heard you scream.

Your blood curdling screams echoed through the forest. ‘T-Thats y/n’ Eren thought to himself.

“EREN WAIT!” Armin loudly pleaded, but Eren was gone, slashing his way through the trees to where your voice came from. Rage was radiating through his body, how could Jean have lost you, let you get hurt. He swore he was going to beat him half to death for letting something happen to you. He moved at an inhuman speed, frantically looking around for where you might be. Then he saw a 15 meter titan, with a tight grasp on you and your neck. Blood was dripping from your nose and lips, you lacked the ability to scream anymore.

Without thinking, Eren transformed. It was dangerous for him to go into his titan form, with you so close and vulnerable, but his body acted on its own will. He lunged at the titan, his mouth clamping hard onto the arm in which you were trapped in. The arm came tumbling to the ground, with you hurdling down with it. Eren was too blinded by rage that he failed to realize you were about to splatter on the ground. He continued to thrash at the titan that once held you. You looked down and your eyes filled with fear. Why wasn't he going to catch you? Suddenly you heard quick sipping noises and you were caught by Jean. He glanced down at you nervously, his breath heaving. He perched up onto a large branch and sat you down against the trunk of the tree.

“Oh my god y/n are you okay?!” he asked in a panicky breath, cupping your face in his calloused hands. You shook as you looked over his shoulder to see Eren still on a rampage, but now he was running towards you two. You lifted a quivering finger to point to him, your throat bruised and unable to form words, and Jean quickly turned his head. A large hand was coming down at you two. Jean scooped you up and slung the two of you away as the branch snapped. Eren let out a shrieking scream that sent shivers down both of your spines. Jean never let up his tight grasp on you as he navigated his way through the forest, trying to get as far away as possible. Eren hadn’t lost control in so long, and now he was trying to kill you.

You got back to the rest of the squad, and Jean explained what had happened. Armin, Mikasa and Levi all went back into the forest to find Eren. He was in a clearing, sticking out of the nape of his now disintegrating titan form, sobbing uncontrollably. They approached him with caution. He hysterically screamed at them, “I'M A MONSTER, I ALMOST KILLED HER!”

You had spent three months in the infirmary, healing from the broken arm and bruised windpipe you had suffered. Everyone came to visit you regularly, except Eren. He never came by to see you, and shuddered when Armin finally recommended that he should.

“I dont want to fucking see her” he muttered under his breath. Armin stopped speaking, not wanting to push his friend over the edge again. You were finally strong enough to go back to your own room, eat in the dining halls, and train. Much to your dismay, Levi wasn’t going to put you back on missions for awhile.

Your first day back in the dining hall, everyone beamed a smile at you.

“Hey y/n! Why dont you come sit over here?” Jean shouted to you. You smiled and looked away, opting for your usual table instead. You made your way to Armin, Mikasa and Eren with your tray. You plopped your tray down and scooted your way over to Eren. His head was low until you sat down. He looked up at you with anger in his eyes.

He was never angry at you, but at himself. He feared being anywhere near you. You almost died at his hands and he could never forgive himself for that. You were so sweet, never once holding a grudge for what happened that day. He hated how forgiving you were, it made it all so much harder. He made a promise to himself that he needed to stay away from you, make you hate him if it meant you’d be safe.

“Long time no see Eren!” you exclaimed. Mikasa and Armin both looked at Eren anxiously. He slammed his fist on the table, standing up and walking away.

“What's his problem?” you asked the other two who were looking at you with doe eyed expressions.

“Not sure, but I think it's best if you keep your distance for a little okay y/n?” Armin said in an apologetic tone. He could see the pain and worry twist its way into your face. ‘What did I do wrong?’ you asked yourself. Tears flooded down your face as you ran out of the dining hall back into your room. You told yourself this wouldn’t last long and things would be back to normal but you were so wrong.

Six months later and now you and Eren thoroughly hated one another. You couldn’t take his insults and cold shoulder anymore so you threw it back at him, making the divide between you two grow larger with every passing day. You let your feelings from before the mission drift away and all you were left with was resentment and anger. You never understood why he turned so cold but you didn’t care to figure it out anymore, he never wanted to be around you and that was it. But little did you know, someone else had really convinced him to stay away from you. He wanted to try and talk to you one day but Mikasa coerced him out of it, telling him that it would make things worse and that he would only end up hurting you again. He believed her and vowed to stay away from you.

It was a crisp Saturday evening. The regiment was going to be drinking and celebrating a successful mission outside together later that night, even Levi and Erwin would be attending. You made your way over to Sasha’s room to talk and get ready. It was nice to finally have a day to let loose and have fun. You and Sasha decided to take some sheers to old shirts and create sexy twist tops; neither of you had attire for a night out like this. You took an old black t-shirt of Erens that he had given to you one night, looking at it you felt a pang in your heart, before you shook it away and began to cut. You twisted it in the middle, giving your breasts little fabric hammocks to rest in. You pulled the straps up and over your shoulder. You shoved yourself into some high waisted jeans before heading out with Sasha.

It was a lively sight. People hugging and laughing, ignoring the horrible world they lived in for a while. Connie waved you and Sasha over to him and Jean who were seated around a high table. You jumped up onto a stool between the two boys and across from your friend. Jean had a pitcher of beer on the table and four glasses for you all. You finished three pitchers all together in the matter of 30 minutes, talking and cracking jokes the whole time.

You looked around and spotted Armin red faced, blabbering off to Commander Erwin, whose face was also flushed red from the alcohol he had consumed. It was a pleasant surprise that made you smile, seeing the two blonde men letting loose for a bit. Then you saw Eren and Mikasa, sitting at a table together getting belligerently drunk. You were never jealous of her, he always told you she was like a sister to him, but then you shook your head. ‘What? Why would I even be jealous anyway…’ you looked away from the pair, cursing at yourself for even feeling that way. ‘He hates you, you hate him’ you reminded yourself.

Your attention was snapped back when Connie placed four shots onto the table. You were no stranger to drinking, you actually really enjoyed it; maybe too much. You all nodded, tapping your shots down on the table, bringing them up, clanging them all together, then slamming them back onto the table before throwing the clear alcohol back into your mouths. Sasha groaned at the foul taste, begging Connie to go get some food with her to wash it out of her mouth. They headed off towards a table of food, leaving you and Jean alone. You looked back over at Eren, but he and Mikasa were both gone. Your mind started racing, but you kept your calm on the outside. You were pretty drunk at this point, vision a bit distorted, but your words still came out presentable. Jean laughed, he watched you sway in your seat before gripping tightly onto the table almost falling.

“You alright pretty girl?” Jean asked in a flirty voice. He was always super kind to you, especially after the accident, but he also learned not to baby you anymore after that. Sure, he was mad you ran off on your own, but he understood why you did that in the moment, you felt like you needed to prove something. You didn’t mind him taking a coy tone with you tonight.

“Oh yeahh don't worry about me” you said, dragging your words a bit in a teasing voice. You winked at him and he blushed. You were typically sarcastic when Jean flirted with you but not now. He was cute, maybe not ideal but you can’t be that picky when you weren’t dealt a great hand in the Scouts. He slid his hand across the table and grabbed onto yours gently. You looked up at him with a wide eyed, innocent look on your face. You looked to the side to see if Eren came back around, but to your frustration he was still nowhere to be found. You looked back at Jean.

“You know, I’ve always thought you were so beautiful y/n” he confesses, his grip on your hand tightening. You probably would have blushed under normal circumstances, but your drunken state left you smirking at him with an insatiable gleam in your eyes.

“So why don’t we…” your voice trailing off, you nodded your head to the side, signaling to Jean that you wanted to ditch the party and be alone. His entire face flushed red and his pupils dilated. He was so eager to finally have you to himself. He stood up briskly as did you. He held onto your hand, walking forward without saying a word to you. You started to feel a bit intimidated by the tall handsome man as he led you away from the crowd and into the dark of the night. But someone was watching you two, never stopped watching.

He pushed you up against the stables and began ravenously kissing at your neck and squeezing at your breast. Being touched deprived and drunk made you moan at his every touch.

“You look fucking incredible in this shirt” he huffed out. His lips came back to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He started to move his hand lower and lower. You started to get nervous, you didn’t want to go this far, you weren’t ready to. You grabbed at his arm and whimpered out, “I-I don’t wanna do that right now, okay?” Jean kept moving his hands down. You weren’t sure if maybe he didn’t hear you or was too drunk or was just flat out ignoring you. Then his hand was forcefully pulled out of your pants as he fell backwards into the ground.

“Get the fuck off of her and get out of here. Now” Eren demanded in a fierce tone. He was standing above Jean, looking down at him. Any haziness you had in your head was washed away when you saw the scene unfold in front of you. Jean scrambled to get to his feet before looking Eren right in the eye.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he challenged. Eren was seething with anger. They both burned holes into each other's eyes. You didn’t want to see anyone get hurt because of you, so you spoke up.

“Jean, it's okay, I'm okay, I’ll catch up with you later okay?” you tried to reassure him. He looked at you confused then back at Eren with a grimace before turning away from the two of you.

“Alright whatever” he groaned, disappointed. You looked at the man in front of you for a second, before you lazily lunged at him with a fist. You were so angry and emotional when you saw him leave. Your coordination still wasn’t functioning at its best, he easily dodged and grabbed your wrist.

“What the fuck were you doing back here? Was he trying to..?” he manically questioned before letting go of his grasp on your arm. You were surprised to see how riled up he was over seeing you with Jean. You decided to push your luck.

“Why do you care Eren? And yeah, we were going to fuck until you came and ruined it” you spat at him.

“I heard you y/n, and I saw him ignore you. Don't play tough when I know you aren’t” he hissed back at you.

“What is wrong with you? Why were you watching us, you freak? Weren’t you off fucking Mikasa?” you sneered at him. You were embarrassed that he caught you lying, but even more embarrassed that he watched Jean touch all over you.

“You should be grateful I was here, who knows what we would’ve done” he answered, ignoring your comment about Mikasa. It gave him pleasure knowing you still cared a bit, that maybe you were even jealous.

“Grateful? I have no reason to be thanking you, I can handle myself just fine now leave me alone” you said, shoving your way past him. He grabbed your arm and yanked you back.

“What the fuck Eren. Get off of me…don’t you have another girl to harass?” you scoffed at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he stated in a shadowy tone.

“Don’t play dumb, you and Mikasa left together”

“We didn’t..but why do you care hm?” he asked, slightly smirking. He was lying, but he didn’t want you to know that just yet.

“I don’t give a shit, fuck whoever you want but don’t ruin my sex life too”

“I actually never left the party”

“Yes you did”

“Maybe you didn’t see me, but I was there, watching you,” he confessed.

“Eren what the fuck” you said, afflicted by what he had just said. Over the last year he spent everyday avoiding you, your gaze, your touch, and when you were around he was nothing short of evil to you. But here he was, hands on your wrists, having the longest conversation you two had ever had since the mission. You felt your emotions being pulled in every direction. ‘He still cares. He hates you. He’s an asshole. Does he miss you?’ You couldn’t figure out what to think, but one thing you knew was that you couldn’t forgive him for the way he had treated you.

“I don’t know why you were watching over me, or why you’re even talking to me right now, but I want to leave. I don’t want anything to do with you” you stammered. It wasn’t entirely true. You missed him so much, but that was the old him. You don’t even know who you’re looking at anymore.

“Y/n, I know that isn’t true” he said, inching closer to you. You could smell alcohol on his breath and the scent made you dizzy. You backed up, trying to pull your hands from his grip but it was of no use. Your back was up against the wood of the stables.

“I've missed you so much, you have no idea” he remarked, with a hint of sadness in his voice. You looked up at Eren, finally locking eyes with him. You hadn’t looked him in the eyes in so long. Despite everything, his eyes were the same as you remembered. They looked at you sympathetically, with love and tenderness, the way he used to. However, your fleeting moment of empathy turned quickly back into anger

“How could you?! How could you just cut me out of your life, treat me like a fucking stranger? And you have the audacity to pull this little stunt! ” you screamed at him, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I-Im sorry, I-“ he was cut off by your hand sharply smacking him across the face. He stumbled back and away from you.

“Get the fuck away from me. You don’t get to just walk back into my life, no, fuck that and fuck you” you refuted. Your reply hit him harder than the slap. He couldn’t let you go, never again. The brief compassion he had was gone. He was done trying to be gentle, you had awakened something that had lied dormant for months. He spent so long trying to stay away from you, his thoughts tormenting him, but you were different now. He was going to go easy on you, slowly open up to you to see if you could accept him into your life again, but it seemed he couldn’t take that approach anymore. He slammed you back into the side of the stable, trapping your arms behind your back and gripped your jaw with one large hand.

“I did that all for you. You don’t know how hard it was for me to be mean to you, to stay away from you. But here you are, and I'm not going to hold back anymore” he revealed with a low predatory voice, sending an aching chill to your core. He slipped his free hand under your little makeshift shirt and ferociously clutched at your breast. He aggressively pressed his lips against yours, his heart fluttering as he finally felt your soft pretty lips against his own. A low whine vibrated in your throat. You wanted to be stronger, to push him away from you but your resolve crumbled.

“I don’t want to see you around Jean or any other guy here, do you understand me?” Eren murmured, his throat rasping with the low tone he took.

‘Excuse me, what did he just say?’ You couldn’t just take orders from him, not after all he put you through. You snapped out of the trance he had you under. You looked at him with scalding eyes and spit onto his face. It was risky, but you weren’t thinking straight. Again, you were conflicted between screaming at him or accepting him, hating him or loving him. He looked down at the dirt and slowly dragged his hand across his face, wiping your saliva from his cheek. He creeped his head back up, his vile look tormenting you.

“Who the fuck do you think you are Eren? Trying to tell me what to do with my body? Fuck off” you hissed back at him. You tried to move away from him but his hand was encasing your fragile throat.

“I know you miss me baby, I know you want to let me back in, but you have too much pride, you were always too stubborn. Let me show you what you’re missing” he muttered. You wanted him to be wrong but he was so right. You desperately wanted to forgive him and bring everything back to the way it used to be. His free hand unzipped your tight jeans and tugged them down to the ground. His thick digits started to rub against your folds through your pink lace panties. His other hand moved from your neck to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He bit and sucked at the tender flesh of your neck, leaving little territorial marks all over you. Your lips parted to let out soft mewls. The last few months suddenly flashed before you, bringing anger back to the forefront of your mind.

“I h-hate you!” you screamed. Despite enjoying the way he was making you feel, you still had so much to let out.

“Don’t say that” he growled. His hands were under the fabric of your panties now, two fingers pumping in and out of you. His thumb reached around to swirl erotic circles on your sensitive nub.

“I mean it” you softly moaned out.

“No babygirl, you don’t. You can’t lie to me” He cooed into your ear. His fingers pace inside you abruptly quickened causing you to let out a pleasurable cry. Something about this new Eren was making your mind go crazy, he had an intense hunger for you and a depraved way of fulfilling it.

“Come back to me y/n, let's start over” he groaned into your ear, and you had a feeling he wasn’t suggesting that, but rather demanding. He tried to reach for your hand.

He desperately wanted you to touch him. You held your arms behind your back the entire time, by choice. You didn’t want to make him feel good, you didn’t want to feel his body, his face, his hair, or you knew you’d completely come undone.

“N-no Eren” you stammered. You were pushing his buttons, seeing how far you could go, how much he could take. He was starting to get angrier, revealing his deep sinful nature. He flicked his two fingers up, hitting your spongy spot every time they prodded back into you. His talented digits made your chest rise and fall quickly, letting short strained breaths and cries out.

“Wrong answer. You don’t get a choice. You will be mine” he demanded. Just as these words left his mouth your walls began to involuntarily clench around his fingers, your juices releasing all over them. You scraped your nails into the wood behind you, desperately trying to offer yourself some comfort. His possessive words should be scaring you, making you uncomfortable, but they only make you long for him more. Something about his controlling nature was truly intoxicating.

“I knew it, you do miss me, don’t you babygirl? I knew I should’ve done this earlier” he insinuated, a shameless smile creeping up on his face. He pulled his fingers out of your sobbing hole and brought them up to his mouth. He lolled his tongue out and slowly dragged his fingers down, savoring your sweet taste. You watched him in the lewd act, but thought about his words for a moment. ‘I knew I should’ve done this earlier’ you want to ask him what he meant but before you could speak his mouth was on yours, lips meeting once again. He gave you a wet kiss before pulling away to look at you. He pet your face and swept your wet strands of hair off your sweating forehead. Even all hot and messy, you still looked so adorable to him.

“Please baby, I can’t take it anymore. Put your arms around me” he begged. You gave the slightest nod of disapproval, pissing him off again.

“When I try to ask nicely you refuse. What is it with you?” he scowled at you. He yanked your arms from behind your back, making you yelp. He put them on his shoulders and pressed his body flush to yours. You stopped trying to fight his advances, wrapping one hand behind his neck and the other snaked through his hair.

His clothed bulge was firmly pressed against your exposed cunt. You began to buck your hips forward into him, forcing a low moan to escape his lips. He placed his hands on your thighs and hoisted them up and around his waist. You continued to kiss and explore each other's mouths with your tongues. You twirled yours around his, as if they were always meant to dance with one another.

He picked up your pants and carried you a few over to a shed. He kicked the door open, removed a hand from your ass to pull a light on. You looked and saw an old steel table with miscellaneous tools and blueprints all over it. Eren used a hand to shove everything to the side and sat you down. He stood between your legs, your neck angled painfully high to kiss the man towering above you. His hands moved down to his crotch as he meticulously unbuttoned his slacks. His throbbing member sprung from his boxers as he lowered them down his legs. Your mind was racing as you thought about what was actually happening. He pressed his cock against your needy hot cunt, sweeping through your puffy lips with it. All inhibition left your body from the touch. You pulled him close to you, the heat radiating between your legs.

“Fuck me Eren, please” you begged him. Your words made his blood hot.

“About time” he groaned. He aligned his cock with your tight entrance. He firmly grabbed your ass cheeks as he slowly advanced himself into your sobbing cunt. Your walls clung onto his swollen tip. He bucked his hips before completing bottoming out inside of you, gently grazing your cervix. His thrusts turned into brutal ramming, the entire table shaking with ever hard pound into you. Your lower stomach was bulging with every assault, your head hanging back from the feeling.

“Do you still hate me now?” he spat at you. His eyes transfixed on your bouncing tits. You couldn’t think straight, the pleasure of his cock hitting you in all the right places scrambled your brain.

“N-No no Eren fu-uck just fuck me, faster please!” you squealed out. He was already savagely slamming into you, but he answered your calls and quickened his pace. He grabbed you by the neck, forcing your head forward to look into his eyes.

“Tell me, tell me you’re mine” he whined into your ear. His eyes looked primal, as if he would devour you if you didn’t answer him correctly. You could tell he was close, his thrusts were getting sloppier and all he could do was let out husky breaths and little moans.

“Ah fuck I’m all yours Eren!” you cried out.

“ONLY mine”

“Y-yess ONLY yours”

Your legs wrapped around him as your orgasm shocked your entire body. You gripped his dark locks and looked up to see Eren’s eyes looking at yours, admiring the way your face contorted with pleasure. His knees buckled as his cock twitched inside you, releasing his warm thick cum all over your walls. He slowly dragged himself out of you, huffing heavy breaths out. Your legs fell down to dangle off the side of the table again. You rested your head onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, placing his head on top of yours. You both laid there, chests heaving in unison. You abruptly pulled away, startling him, and you looked up.

“Why d-did you leave me Eren?” you asked, tears welling up in your solemn eyes. He looked to the side, saddened by the question, and trying to find the right words.

“Because, I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought you’d be better off away from me after the mission and I-“

“Why would I be better off that way? You hurt me even more by doing that…”

“I nearly killed you y/n! I almost lost you, and everyone made me feel like I would be a danger to you” he whispered. Anguish and hurt flooded his voice when he spoke to you. The once domineering man was crumbling as he gave his confession to you.

“Why did you wait so long? Why now?” you said, pulling aggressively on his shirt. You recalled him saying he wanted ‘to do this sooner’ but never got to ask about it. He rubbed the back of his neck before looking down at you.

“I…well…Mikasa told me to stay away from you too…and I did leave the party before with her..but only for a little and that’s when I realized her intentions…but I came right back to find you and talk to you after that” he said, searching your face for a hint of how you were feeling. Your expression was blank, eyes were now dried and void of emotion. You jumped off the table and started putting your pants on. Eren started to grow worried as you neared the door.

“Y/n? Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find Mikasa”

#bunnys rager #eren x you #eren smut #attack on titan eren #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #jean kirschstein #eren jaeger

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