#he was quite literally put into existence For Someone Else. loves the company of other ppl so much it's basically the thing he lives for

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i think the idea that ten in a dnd game would have main character syndrome is very incorrect. unless you're talking abt timelord victorious in which the image of ood sigma pulling that freak out of the snow and sitting him down to play dnd to fix him is very funny

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❀ VOLUME FOUR: LONG AWAITED VACATION ❀

THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN: DESTINY AND FATE

Eren Yeager x Reader.

Sypnosis:

An alternate universe where Attack on Titan and the Marvel Universe collide! Where the Spider-Man universes collide!

Where the new spider is the, one and only nerdy, Eren Yeager. Who happens to have a world stopping crush on you.

Genre:

Attack on Titan Marvel crossover, Spider-man and Eren Yeager crossover. Multiple parts.

Word count:

27.5 K Words.

『 VOLUME FOUR: LONG AWAITED VACATION…』: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ 

Harry had always enjoyed the sweet, comfortable, life. Nothing too eye-catching, or exciting. Just a life where he could crack open a beer, sit back on his porch, lecture his kids over something they did, and enjoy his wife by his side. That was his dream, a loving wife, and dozens of children running around the house. 

However, with who his father was, that dream would never be fulfilled. Harry wouldn’t be able to meet someone who genuinely liked him. Not even his father. In fact, his father liked Eren far more than he liked Harry. So, naturally, he spent his time trying to fulfill something else. He wasn’t favorably smart, Eren was smarter by a long shot, but he still enjoyed the technology produced by his father’s company. 

In fact, Harry spent quite the amount of energy and time into his father’s company. Either with the workers, or personal projects of his own. School was a backburner option for him, he just attended because Eren went. His attention was caught up in Oscorp. Considering, he was going to be the one to inherit the company. Not by his father’s will, but by mere convenience. 

But, his attention soon turned to a white haired girl. 

Gwen. She was stunning. Her smile captivated him in a way he didn’t know was possible, and for once, someone didn’t see him for his father, she didn’t see Harry Osborn. Nor did she see Norman Osborn. When Gwen looked at Harry, she saw Harry, and it felt liberating. 

Until she met a boy named Peter Parker. That’s when Harry didn’t even exist in her world, he just vanished. 

And, that’s when Harry remembered you. Recalling how kind and beautiful you were. Of course, this was after Eren told him he didn’t get the job at Stark Industries, which was a lie Harry soon came to find out, and said he screwed his chance with you. 

That's when Harry started to like you. Honestly, it wasn’t long at all. And, realistically, after hearing Eren gush nonstop about you, he practically fell for the person Eren idealized you to be. Of course, none of this attraction had anything to do with Gwen’s sudden loss of interest in him. Or, the fact that you were her best friend, that happened to be single. 

Sure, Harry had known about you, everyone knows about you, and he thought you were more than attractive. But, he never thought to act on it, you were Eren’s crush. Which made you off limits. 

For the entirety of college. Which he thought was stupid. He loved Eren, truly did. But, his crush on you seemed unhealthy, the two of you barely spoke, and when you did, Eren couldn’t get as much as a word out. 

So, that’s why he kept it a secret. Kept you a secret. However, realistically, Harry didn’t want you, more or less like you in the way Eren did. You were the second option in his eyes, the revenge, or jab at Gwen. Which didn’t even work in the way he planned it to. Gwen was too smitten with Peter Parker to even pass him a single glance. 

Annoying? Incredibly. But, there was nothing to be done, other than focus his attention on you. Until, the incident at La Rośe happened. 

Harry didn’t mean to run, actually no, quite literally the opposite was supposed to happen. He was supposed to whisk you away to safety in his car, putting his life on the line to protect you, only to realize he had driven away with the wrong girl. 

Fuck. 

Harry ended up having his chauffeur drive her home, before giving you a call. That would ensure that you couldn’t hear a random drunk girl’s babbling over god knows what, it would only make you think the worst of him. And, after driving this random girl across the city, as soon as she stepped foot out of his car, he was calling you. In all honesty, Harry didn’t know what to say. 

So, he did what he always did. Drive to Eren’s, and ask for advice. Of course, this led to the fall of their friendship, but it was what Harry needed. Eren was only holding him back from greatness. 

“I’m so over it, I can’t believe she rejected me.” Harry spoke aloud, “I pulled so many strings to make that shit happen at La Rośe, and this is what I get in return.” Harry was genuinely upset, which set off many red flags for Reiner and Bertolt. 

Reiner nodded his head, arms clasped behind his back. His heart sank with every word Harry spoke. This was the guy trying to be with you, the one willing to put you in intimate danger for the benefit of himself. He looked at Bertolt, speaking with his eyes. 

It was frustrating trying to protect you from this man, while not being able to tell you why. And, you brother can’t even imagine what it’s like on your end. But, that’s how it’s always been for Reiner and Bertolt. 

Bertolt didn’t say anything, just remained quiet. Glancing at the time. Just five more minutes, then they were off the clock. They wouldn’t have to continue to listen to how Harry put you in intimate danger. It hurt, stung even. But, that’s what they were paid to do, stay quiet, listen to whatever Harry said, and do what they’ve been told. 

They were almost paid to be Harry’s friend. 

Almost. 

Reiner almost cringed when he spoke, “Spider-Man was said to be there.” His hands tightened around each other, “I heard he even saved her.” 

Harry froze, his muscles tensing with pure rage. “What.” His voice was like never before, dark, intimidating, and hateful. “Spider-Man? Who the hell is that?” He seethed. 

Reiner didn’t know what to call Spider-Man. I mean, he wasn’t necessarily a hero, more or less a villain. 

“A new hero.” Bertolt spoke, “A vigilante may be a better term.” He tapped his foot on the ground, trying to calm his nerves. 

That’s when Harry’s hatred for the wannabe hero Spider-Man. Not only did he steal his spotlight, he also stole your heart. As told by Reiner and Bertolt when they saw Harry the next day. Supposedly, they had run into you at the park, and caught up. Finding out about your new friendship with the friendly neighborhood vigilante. As well as admiration. 

It only fueled Harry’s hatred even further. 

So, now knowing that Spider-Man was in Oscorp, only had him pacing back and forth in his office. Reiner and Bertolt sitting in chairs, watching him stress. 

-ˋˏ★ [ Location: Harry’s Private Office...]ˎˊ

Harry groaned, sitting in his chair, and looking at his computer. The sketchbook propped on his desk, mocking him silently. “So, that’s why your sister was here.” He whispered, “She didn’t want to make amends. She was here, because Stark Industries sent her to steal the sketchbook back.” 

Reiner didn’t say anything. 

Bertolt didn’t say anything. 

“I figured.” Harry furrowed his eyebrows, “Seeing her without gloves was the clue that set me off.” He groaned annoyedly, “Fuck.” He tapped his foot on the ground rhythmically, “Of course Spider-Man had to be here too.” His head snapped to the brothers. “How the hell did that pass you two?” 

Again, they were silent. 

Harry rolled his eyes, running his fingers over the book, tapping his foot on the ground. It wasn’t long before his finger’s were meticulously tapping against his keyboard. Searching for one thing.

Security footage. 

Harry’s eyes looked over the screen to the brothers, “It wasn’t a rhetorical question.” He looked back at his screen, “I want an answer. How’d that fly between you two?”

Because, we didn’t grow up villains fighting heroes. Reiner tightened his hand around the arm rest, “We were with you the entire time, except when you told us to meet you in the room.” He sighed, “Then, we went looking for you to take our sister home.” 

Harry glared at Reiner, “Why? Why would you need to do that?” He tapped his fingers against his desk impatiently.

Reiner didn’t say anything, just shut his mouth. Diverting his eyes away from Harry. Harry remained quiet, letting silence fill the room. Reiner finally spoke, “I don’t think—“ 

“You’re not good for, Y/n.” Bertolt quickly spoke, his eyes trained on Harry. “We’re doing what we have to as her brothers. Whether she likes it or not.” The room went silent. Bertolt said it, he really said it. 

Harry almost seemed shocked, but didn’t show it. Just kept his straight expression, “Huh. Is that so?” He looked back at the screen, “I’m guessing you’re just like that with everyone. Especially Spider-Man.”

Bertolt’s eyebrows furrowed, while Reiner spoke. “What?” He genuinely seemed confused, why did the vigilante Spider-Man matter in this. Sure, he saved you a few times, but he’s saved countless other lives. 

“Yeah, I’ve been running some research, and found out that our Spider-Boy likes hanging out with Y/n.” He tilted his head to the side, “In fact, he was at Y/n’s place when you popped in for a surprise visit. What are the odds?” 

Reiner could feel his hands around the armrest tighten, almost in anger. “That thing was near Y/n?” His foot was tapping against the ground impatiently. 

Harry’s eyes caught sight of it. He looked back at the monitor, watching as the tape skimmed over the footage. “Yeah. So, I think you have other worries more important than my personal interests in your sister.” His eyes narrowed at the screen, “Remember, if Spider-Man catches me—“

“We know, we don’t need a reminder.” Reiner grit. 

Harry smiled to himself, “Good.” However, his smile faded. Nothing. The cameras didn’t catch anything. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, clicking the space on his keyboard, pausing the video. His eyes widened, his jaw going slack. 

Nothing was caught by the cameras, except a split second frame from the top floor. And, the frame made Harry laugh, his hands cupping his mouth to suppress it from leaving his throat. “That fucker.” He mumbled, “That motherfucker.” 

Reiner and Bertolt looked at each other, almost in disbelief. Not only with Harry’s reaction, but his crude language. Harry turned the computer screen to them, displaying a single frame of the elevator. And, holding onto it with a single strand of webbing, Eren. 

Bertolt looked at Reiner, leaning into him and whispering, “Isn’t that the boy from the tent? From Y/n’s informational thing?” 

Harry ignored Bertolt, just smugly sat back into his chair. “Looks like we found our spider.” He smiled to himself, “The two of you are excused.” Reiner and Bertolt silently pushed their chairs back, and made their way out of the room. “Oh, and.” 

They paused, so Harry continued. “I love your sister, really do.” He hummed slowly, “I think you love her too, along with your mother, right?” Harry felt an intoxicated selfish version of satisfaction fill his body watching Riener’s fist clench. “So, I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to her, considering we now know she works at Stark Industries. Oh, along with Spider-Man.” 

Bertolt glared at him, turning his head over his shoulder. “What are you trying to imply?” 

Harry smiled, “Make sure Spider-Man keeps to himself. In any way possible. That way your sister is safe from—all the tension happening between the… companies. Yeah?” He tapped his finger against his desk. “Wouldn’t want her killed in the cross fire.” 

The cold bullet shot through the hearts of Reiner and Bertolt. Making their blood run cold. Bertolt’s bottom lips quivered for a moment, “You said you loved her…” 

“I love this company, and want to see it grow—thrive.” He corrected, before his teeth grit. “No matter how much I water the plant that is Y/n’s and I’s relationship, it won’t grow. It’s dead.” He waved them off, “I hope you understand.” 

-ˋˏ★ [ Location: Eren’s Comfy Apartment...]ˎˊ

Armin’s eyes skimmed over the news article, an awkward grimace dusting his face. He scrolled down the page, “I guess that informational thing Y/n was doing really was for a reason.” Armin softly said, “Stark Industries is in hot water for not catching the Armored Titan yet.” Only going further down the page revealed more inflammatory statements about the company. Armin just closed the page, going back to his school work. “What do you think of the situation, Eren?” 

Eren kept his face pressed into his pillow, his skin hot. He could still feel your body wrapped around his, holding on so tight. A single headphone held in his ear, playing a single song on repeat. Amor Eterno. “I don’t know what to do, I want to tell her. But, it’ll just put her in danger.” 

Armin furrowed his eyebrows, annoyed that Eren just ignored his question, but gave his input either way. “I think you’re fine, Eren.” Armin spoke back, his finger tapping against the desk he was sitting at. “Y/n good at keeping secrets, hell, she’s been keeping a big one for her whole college experience.” Which was the short end of the conversation. Your story goes so much deeper. 

Eren had told Armin all about you, he didn’t mean too. But, it slipped when he was expressing his happiness about how close the two of you had gotten. Both as Eren, and Spider-Man, okay, maybe not Spider-Man anymore… “That’s not the point, Armin.” Eren mumbled into his pillow, “I thought Spider-Man was the man for Y/n. But, I think she hates him now… because of me.” 

Armin rolled his eyes, pushing his glasses to the crown of his head. He thought back to you, recalling your personality. “Eren, I’m pretty sure Y/n is incapable of hate, I think she’s just mad at–” 

“She said she wanted to kill me.” Eren’s heart almost broke at the thought. 

Armin rolled his eyes, “I doubt it.” 

“She thought it, and said it to me.” Eren removed his face from his pillow, looking at Armin. “Even told me I didn’t deserve the suit.”

Armin’s eyes widened, “Damn.” He smiled, “She said that?”

Eren loudly groaned, “Stop smiling, it wasn’t fun to experience.” 

“But, it sure is as fun as hell to hear.” Armin shook his head, “Wait, did she say that to you, or Spider-Man?” 

Eren blinked a few times, trying to recall. “Spider-Man, no wait–she said that to me.” 

“But, you’re Spider-Man.” 

Eren felt his eye twitch, “Dude, you’re confusing the fuck outta’ me right now. Stop it.” He shook his head, “Anyways, we’re the same person, so it doesn't matter. What she told Spider-Man, is what she told Eren.” Not really, but close enough.

Armin loudly laughed, nodding his head. Gesturing his hand in a circle, “Fine, okay, okay. Continue.”

Eren shook his head, rolling his eyes, “Okay, back to what I was saying.” Eren sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t imagine what I’d do if I put Y/n in direct danger over my identity. And, Eren isn’t enough for–” Eren really needs to stop saying that.

Armin narrowed his eyes, almost with disdain. “Eren, I think you’re more than enough for anybody.” Armin pushed his glasses over his eyes, turning back to his computer. “If Y/n can’t see that, then she isn’t the one for you. Get someone who values you, for you.” Armin leaned his head back, pointing at himself with a smile. “Like me.” 

“Fuck off.” Eren looked at the ceiling, whispering, “Karen told me that too.”

“Karen? Who’s Karen?” Armin raised his eyebrows, peering at Eren over his shoulder. 

Eren almost flushed with embarrassment, before softly answering. “Suit-lady.” He wrapped himself with a blanket, looking at his phone. Seeing that you texted him, also seeing another person texted him. “I’m just–what happens if I do tell her, we get closer, then the armored titan uses that against me.” 

“Eren, you realize you spend a lot of time with Y/n as Spider-Man. Either way, she’ll be targeted.” That thought hit Eren in the heart, pain shooting through his body. “I think your biggest concern should be that Y/n doesn't seem to be interested in relationships.” 

Eren raised an eyebrow, “What?” 

Armin gave him a look, “Eren, Y/n is hot shit. She knows everybody on campus, has been more than likable since freshman year, and probably has her own fanclub.” Armin swirled around in Eren’s swivel chair, “Yet, has she ever been in a relationship?” 

Eren didn’t have the time to respond. 

“Exactly. It takes her more than forever to make close friends, it literally took her all four years to become this close to you, as well as her close friends.” Armin cupped his chin, thinking. “So, in what world would she fall for Spider-Man? A faceless hero.” Armin pressed his lips together, “Think about it, she’s never going to get to know him, like she knows you.” 

“Well, I–” 

“Eren, really think about it.” Armin’s eyes softened, “I know you feel more confident with the mask, but I don’t think realistically Y/n would fall for him. In her eyes, he’s another Hero, and she works with a million of them. If Y/n truly didn’t care, she'd probably already be dating one by now.” Armin sighed, “In fact, she’d probably be dating someone by now.”

Eren sighed, leaning back on the palms of his hands. “I– I hoped she didn’t.” 

Armin tapped his fingers against the desk, “If anything, I would think Y/n cares more for Eren than she does Spider-Man.” He smiled, “I mean, she was literally going to kill yo– Spider-Man for leaving you in the building.” 

Eren tilted his head, “What does that mean?” 

“I think it means,” Armin tossed a pen behind him, letting Eren catch it. Seeing as the tip was perfectly pointed at him. “Eren has way more of a chance of bagging Y/n, than Spider-Man does.” 

Eren blinked a few times, “Huh?” He felt his face light up, burning with embarrassment. “Huh?!” He was practically shouting. “Wait, you think Y/n likes me?!” 

Armin pressed his finger to his lips, silently trying to quiet his best friend down. He didn’t want the neighbors hearing Eren’s mental breakdown. “I think so. She clearly cares about you. Practically put her life on the line when it came down to it.” You were the one begging to go into Oscorp, and find Eren yourself. “So, yeah, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to consider it.”

Eren was practically beaming, his face tinted in a deep shade of red. Sure, he was more than smart, but he hadn’t considered the possibility of you liking him. It never even crossed his mind. He was too caught up in his own head to consider that possibility. 

Armin laughed, cupping his mouth. “You just didn’t think about it, it’s okay.” Armin leaned his cheek on his hand, “This isn’t just about how you feel, Eren. This is also about how Y/n feels, even if you ended up revealing yourself as Spider-Man..” Armin sighed, “What if she doesn't want to be with anyone?...”

That was also a very considerable possibility. 

Eren couldn’t help but smile to himself, “Good. If I can’t have her, nobody should.” Eren couldn’t even imagine you with someone else, it physically pained him. “If I ever died, I would want her to think about me for the rest of her life. Or, at least ten years.” 

Armin shook his head, sassily rolling his eyes. “That’s not good Eren, if you’re that selfish, just tell her you’re Spider-Man, and enjoy the time of bliss, before it’s ruined by villains.” Armin held back a laugh, “That is, if she even wants to be with your emotional ass.”

Eren glared at Armin, “Armin, I want to. I desperately want to, more than anything in my life. But, I don’t know how’d I deal with–” Eren sighed, sitting up. Placing his hands over his face, “If anything were to ever happen to Y/n, because of me, I’d– I’d just lose myself.” The thought kept Eren up at night.

Armin let his eye wander over Eren’s almost pained expression, he couldn’t help but softly smile. He nodded his head, “I know.” He bit his bottom lip, eyes diverting to the side. “But, what if Y/n sees you the exact same way, what happens then? Are you just going to let her deal with that pain?” 

Eren found himself silent, unable to answer. 

Armin nodded, “See.” Armin started typing on his computer, “Just sleep on it some more, there’s pros and cons. It’s just a matter of what you want to do, and the situation.” Armin pointed a finger at Eren, stopping the sentence from leaving his mouth. “And, no. Don’t be stupid and try to live two different lives. Like you said, Spider-Man and Eren are the same person.” 

“I don’t know, I’ll probably ask Happy about it.” Eren looked to the side, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. His arms wrapped around his body in a self soothing act. 

Of course, these things hurt to say. Anything that pained Eren, pained Armin also ten times worse. But, he didn’t want to lie to his best-friend. So, he quickly added, “Also, keep in mind, these are all worse scenario outcomes. Which is most likely not going to happen.” Armin pointed at Eren, “You just like to overthink.” 

Eren nodded, “Yeah, you’re right..” 

“I’m always right.” 

Y/n would say that. 

The room fell silent, making Armin peek at Eren over his shoulder. Holding onto a pillow, still holding an expression that pained him. Armin rolled his eyes, but it wasn’t directed at Eren, it was directed at himself. He was such a simp for Eren, “How much do you care about Y/n?” 

“More than anything.” Eren’s response was instantaneous, he smiled to himself, “I– Y/n can live without me, but I can’t live without her.” His hands around the pillow tightened, “I’m more than happy with admiring her from afar, that fact she’s so close to me is– I can’t believe it.”

“Then, shouldn’t you start pulling away altogether?” Armin could feel a part of his head scream at him to stop talking, but the words were spilling from his mouth. Unable to stop, “If anything, you’ve had your fun, maybe the best thing to do in this situation is completely avoid it.” 

Eren nodded, the room falling silent. 

Armin hugged himself, his chest almost aching. Eren’s phone rang, making his eyes drift to the screen. It was another text from you. Armin looked at the small screen, “Are you going to answer it?” 

Eren didn’t say anything, just kept his eyes on his phone. Watching as the screen went black again. He bit the inside of his cheek, “I don’t want to–” 

“How long?” Armin tilted his head, walking towards the bed, and picking up his phone. Seeing the two texts you sent him. He quickly unlocked it, checking his notifications. He felt a pain in his heart looking at your name on his phone. A plethora of emotions flooding his body. 

Longing. 

Desire. 

Desperation.

Eren wanted to respond, but didn’t have the heart to do it. He was utterly infuriated with you. A part of him wondered if you could ever feel that way about him. Eren sighed, noticing there was another unread text notification, it was from Mikasa. 

“Two weeks.” Eren finally informed. 

Armin’s eyes widened, his eyes following Eren’s phone, then going back to his face. “You haven't replied in two weeks?!” He sighed, “Oh, Eren…” 

“I know, I just… can’t.” Eren looked at his phone, seeing the text message from Mikasa. He quickly replied, then tossed his phone.

Armin tapped Eren’s shoulder, “Eren, the situation you’re in sucks, I know.” Armin stood up, stretching. “How about this, Y/n invited you to her yacht, use that opportunity to finalize your decision.” Armin pressed his lips together, whispering, “Or, hopefully, you’ll have your decision already made by then.” 

Eren sighed, standing up with Armin. “Okay.” 

Armin hated to admit it, but Eren was his weak spot. 

His achilles heel. Armin had looked up to Eren since childhood, and seeing him so hurt damaged Armin in a way only Eren knew how. So, he said, “But, talk to Stark about it, maybe he can give you his two scents. He is dating Pepper while being publicly known as Iron-Man.”

Eren nodded, “Okay.” Despite his weak tone, he sent Mr. Stark a message. One that contained the majority of his doubts. But, I’m reality, it was more of a ‘We need to talk,’ that middle schoolers send their two-week old girlfriends. 

Armin wrapped his arm around Eren’s neck, “Stop sulking, it’s sad.” Armin shrugged, “If anything, I bet you Tony isn’t going to care. He’ll probably tell you to follow your dreams, or something.” He pulled him towards the door, his eyes skimming over Eren’s phone forgotten on the bed. “Let’s go get something to eat, It’ll be my treat.” 

Eren perked up, “Really?” 

“No.” 

-ˋˏ★ [ Location: Stark Industries… ]ˎˊ

Eren knew he would talk to Mr. Stark about his problems, but he didn’t think it would be the next day. He got a call and was at the building in less than a few minutes. However, the lobby was empty. Not even Pepper stood at the entrance to greet him. 

Then again, it wasn’t too surprising. Stark Industries was under fire for the incident back at the plaza. Since Levi was seen there. Eren was surprised people we just getting mad now.

“Eren, c’mon, let’s go.” Happy’s voice echoed through the empty building, “Tony and Levi have been wanting to ask you some questions.” 

Eren could feel his heart beat in his chest. It felt like… you got called to the school’s-office out of nowhere. Anxiety ridding your body as you slowly made your way to the building. Eren shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling them slowly become clammy. “Am I in trouble?” 

Happy gestured behind him, silently telling Eren to follow him. “I don’t know. Well, I don’t think so. I think Bambi’s in trouble.” Eren’s anxiety only worsened. Happy made his way in front of the elevator, allowing Eren to enter before himself. 

“Bambi?” That’s right, everyone called you Bambi. “What did she do?” Eren tapped his foot quietly against the ground. Looking around in the confined space. A part of him felt uneasy from being inside an elevator.

“I…” Happy looked away, “We’re just worried about her personal life.” He groaned, “Y/n wanted to keep her life private for her own reasons, but now that we know Spider-Man..” Happy glared at Eren, “..Has been pinning over her. We’re worried.” 

Eren scratched the back of his head, his cheeks burning. “Why are you worried?…” 

“We think Harry—“ Happy cut himself off, shaking his head. He shoved his hands into his pocket, looking straight. “Tony will tell you inside.” 

Eren thickly swallowed, looking to the side for a moment. “Mr. Stark?… Did I do something bad?…” Eren leaned on the wall. 

Happy pressed his lips together, “Have you replied to Y/n’s text yet?” Happy pressed the floor button, making the elevator door shut. “She was telling me how you haven’t answered her. She’s super pissed about it.” 

Eren silently noted how Happy changed the subject. Although, Eren couldn’t help but think, Y/n talks about me? His cheeks darkened in color, his eyes slowly moving to the floor. “Did she?” Eren thickly swallowed. 

“Yeah.” Happy narrowed his eyes at him, “Which is weird since you like her?” 

Eren blinked a few times, almost taken aback. His eyes snapped to Happy, “How do you know that?” 

“Eren, it’s obvious. I'm surprised she hasn’t figured it out by now.” Happy rolled his eyes, but it was playful. “Y/n’s so slow when it comes to romance.” 

Eren smiled, “Is she?”

Happy nodded, “Yup. She thought Tony and Pepper were close friends, the two have been married for god knows how long now.” He sighed, a pleasant smile falling on his lips. “Bambi’s not the best when it comes to romance. To be honest, I don’t think she’s ever been in a relationsh—” Happy cut himself off, clearing his throat. “But who knows, you’d need to ask Y/n.” 

Eren nodded, recalling back to highschool. Yet, no boy came to mind. Eren can’t remember if you were ever in a relationship. He nodded his head, “I’ll ask her.” 

“That’s if you respond to her text.” 

Eren cupped his face with embarrassment. “I know, I will.” His voice was slightly muffled by his hands. 

“Are you sure she will respond?” Happy smiled, watching the doors open. “She’s been talking non-stop about her new friend, I think he’s coming for your place as her best friend.” Happy’s emphasis on ‘he’ worried Eren, because there was a hidden smile behind his words. 

Happy continued to the room where Tony and Levi were in. While Eren followed like a lost puppy behind him. “Tony’s stressed.” Happy voiced, “So, try to be aware of that while talking to him.” 

It wasn't long until Eren knew exactly what Happy was talking about. Tony was scattered, his brother sitting comfortably at his desk, watching Tony slowly lose it. Papers were decorating the floor, and a bulletin resting in the middle of the room. 

Levi looked at Eren, waving at him politely. Eren cocked his head at Tony a few times, silently asking; What’s wrong with him? Levi shrugged, “I’m waiting for him to calm down before asking questions.” 

“I am calm.” Tony sighed, running his hands over his face. “Just… stressed.” 

That’s the opposite of calm, but okay, Eren thought. He walked to the desk Levi was sitting at, leaning on the table and tilting his head at Tony. “Over what?” Eren asked.

“Bambi.” Tony’s voice seemed annoyed. “While cleaning up at Oscorp, Levi showed me something that was more than alarming.” 

Levi nodded to himself, so that’s what this is about. “I thought you had this figure out already.” He responded. 

Tony shook his head, and removed a picture from the billboard, making his way to Eren. “I thought so too, but it gets so much deeper than we originally thought.” 

“Is she alright?” Eren asked, his heart speeding up. Shit, he should’ve texted you. If anything happened to you he’d never forgive himself…

Tony shook his head, “No–well, yes. She’s fine, but we don’t know how indefinite that is.” He placed the picture in Eren’s hands face down, patting it a few times. “It’s worse than your weird picture shrine.” 

Eren’s face burst in flames, his face turning red. “I–I took that down forever ago..” He shook his head, flipping the paper over. His eyes widened, his jaw falling slack. 

“We assume the only way this information could be obtained is by someone Y/n trust.” Tony slowly said, his foot tapping against the ground. “We know Bambi likes to keep this side of her private.” He gestured to the building, “That’s why this makes this so much harder.” 

Eren placed the picture face down, his stomach turning. “You mean…”

“Y/n might be doing something behind our back.” Tony said, “Or, someone that she trusts is doing something behind her back.” He placed his hands over his face, “Jesus, that makes this so much more… difficult.” 

Eren placed his hand on his arm, rubbing it soothingly. “Makes what so difficult?…” 

Tony pressed his lips together, sending a knowing glance at Levi. “We have to put her on suspension until we know for sure what's happening…” 

“What?!” Eren almost shouted, “But, we don’t know—“ 

“We’re doing this for the safety of Stark Industries. Knowing that Oscorp is now—“ Tony paused, thinking for a moment. 

Levi pushed himself off the chair, walking to the bulletin board. “We now know Oscorp is trying to actively take Stark Industries down.” He scowled, “We hoped it would never come down to this. And if it did, it wouldn’t be this—aggressive.” He sighed, “Sure, there’s always been tension and fights, but we thought a mutual agreement to let eachother co-exist was fine.” 

Eren looked at the bulletin, his eyes skimming over the pictures and letters. “I thought it was playful banter? Not… real?” He smiled weakly, “You know, a marketing tactic. Something for the press to talk about.” 

Tony looked at Eren, “You think we’re rivals for the fun of it?” He asked, his eyebrow raising. “Majority of… big fights happen behind closed doors. We make sure the public isn’t aware of what’s happening. And, those are just recently occurring.” Those get ugly.

“Harry is probably the reason behind that...” Eren softly said to himself. So this is what Harry was holding Oscorp back from. “So, what are we going to do?” Eren could hear Happy sigh behind him in pain. That can’t be good. 

“We’re going to keep a close eye on her, and completely restrict her access to Stark Industries until everything is settled.” Tony had his eyes closed, “And, it’s best to have…” Tony sighed. 

Eren could feel everyone’s eyes on him, and suddenly he wasn’t feeling too good. “What?…” 

“We know how you feel about Bambi.” Tony cautiously said, “And, until we settle everything, we need to keep a close eye on Bambi, from afar. As well as limit the things we tell her.” Suddenly, it clicked. The message Eren sent him the day before. Mr. Stark most likely knew what it was about, and was telling Eren his answer. “So, unfortunately, I think you shouldn’t tell Bambi…” He paused, “What you want to tell her.” 

Eren pressed his lips together, a pained expression in his face. “So, I should keep my… feelings under wraps?…” He toyed with the collar of his shirt. 

Tony shook his head, “I never said that.” You’re too scared to do that in the first place. “I think Spider-Man needs to keep his feelings under wraps. Or, create a safe distance.” Tony pointed sternly at Eren. “Happy’s been keeping me updated about your little friendship with her in the suit.” 

Eren sheepishly smiled, “Oh, has he?…” 

Tony nodded, “But… Nothing is stopping Eren.” 

Eren felt—odd hearing that. Eren was the best friend that admired Y/n from a distance, not the boy who she loved up-close. Then again… Eren would give anything to hear you say that to him. So, maybe he could be a little selfish. “You think so?” 

“Know so.” Happy said, before he coughed, “If she forgives you for ignoring her that is.” 

“I realize how dumb that is now, Happy.” Eren grit. “Thank you for reminding me.” 

Happy winked at him, “Anything for you, kid.” 

Levi quickly spoke up, “I think we should just cease ties altogether. I’ve always been against Y/n’s involvement within Stark Industries. This is just another reason why I’m right.” He rubbed his temples, “Yet, here we are.”

Happy rolled his eyes, “Well, this is the current situation we’re in. We can’t sulk about something we can’t change.” 

“Not true.” Levi spoke, “It’s not too late to terminate her.” 

Tony glared at Levi, “You’re thinking with your heart Levi, stop it.” He adamantly said. That made Eren confused. Mr. Ackerman thinking with his heart? Seemed impossible. “Now, our biggest concern is stopping Oscorp from doing anything brash that could ruin the company, as well as the safety of Bambi. Since she’s clearly the target.” 

Eren nodded, that’s most likely why Oscorp stole your sketchbook. “So, you want me to?—“ 

“We’re going to be the ones to keep an eye on the people surrounding her.” Tony said, “Obviously someone’s a mole in her friend group. We got to figure out who it is. It’s the best bet to get a direct link to Oscorp.” Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Even then, we have to decide what our further action with Oscorp is going to be.” 

“Well, depending on the severity, we could sue them for defamation, trespassing, and so much more depending on how deep this web of lies goes.” A new voice emerged, making Eren quickly turn on his heel, his flight or fight fully activated. And, he was about to fight. 

“Jesus kid, you can’t go fighting everyone who frightens you.” Tony said, walking to the properly dressed male. “Don’t mind him, he’s new to all of this.” 

“It’s not Matt I’m worried about, Tony.” Levi said over his shoulder. Happy stifled a laugh. Eren glared at the both of them. 

Tony cleared his throat, making everyone avert their attention back to him. “Eren,” Tony started, “This is Matt Murdock, our lawyer.” 

Matt lifted his two fingers from his cane, giving a polite greeting to Eren. “Pleased to meet you, Eren.” He cocked his head to Tony, “Heard a few things from Tony.” 

Eren smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “All good things I hope.” 

“I hoped so, too.” Matt walked forward, ignoring Eren for a moment. “So, all we have on this company is a picture, and a stolen sketchbook?” Matt asked, clearly not amused. By everyone’s silence, he assumed so. “Well, it’s going to take some solid evidence to claim defamation, let alone sue for it. In fact, as of right now, if we did try suing for anything it'd be pointless.” 

Happy pressed his lips together, “We know that, we’re not trying to sue as of today. As of right now, we need to confirm Oscorp is working with the Armored Titan, which becomes an illegal matter involving the government, and authorities. If not, we can’t do anything.” He reached into his pocket, his finger clicking a pen inside of it. “We’re not too worried about Oscorp taking Stark Industries down as a company, we’re more worried about the technology they’ve been developing and how they plan to use it against us.” Happy gestured to the people in the room, as well as your picture on the billboard.

“We’ll worry about what they actually want to do to the company later. We need to focus on what they’re going to do with Y/n, and the technology she designed. Which they basically have the blue prints for.” Levi rubbed his eyes with frustration, “God, the things in her sketchbook were government weapons, shit the public were never going to know about, more or less a company who wants to genuinely harm people with it. As shown with the second Green Bombing Incident.” Levi gestured to the bomb they ceased from Spider-Man not too long. 

“Makes sense.” Matt replied, tapping the bottom of his jaw in thought. “But, that still doesn't change their end goal. We’re still the target of it, and we can avoid it if we find out who is related to the Armored Titan.” He turned his head over his shoulder, “And, you better pray those two incidents are related, because then we’d have two very big problems on our hands.” The idea of having to deal with two different individuals with ill intent would be… terrifying.

Eren tilted his head, “But isn’t that a given? We literally found Y/n’s sketchbook inside Oscorp. Isn’t that enough proof?” Eren tried to reason. 

Matt shook his head, “No. Any half-decent lawyer can just say…” He thought for a moment, “Your Honor, my client and Stark’s witness have had relations outside of their work, of which could reasonably infer any misplacement of items belonging to either side being merely an accident.” Matt tapped his cane a few times, “And you better pray that girl doesn’t have anything that belongs to Harry. It would only prove their point right.” 

“Y/n wouldn’t be that careless, especially about her sketchbook.” Eren argued, which he soon found to be pointless. It was a lawyer he was arguing with of all people. A really good one at that.

Matt smiled, “Believe me, I know that. I don’t doubt that for a second.” He reassured, “But, it isn’t what I think, it’s what the judge thinks, and messy college relationships isn’t something they like to hear about.” 

Eren nodded, silently sighing to himself, “Right.” 

“We need solid evidence, and names if we want to do anything. More or less want to protect ourselves if Oscorp is trying to do something. Which is extremely plausible with what Eren has told us.” Matt finished. The words, protecting you from Oscorp, bouncing in his head. That could never be a good thing, and could infer the company is really trying to do something… extreme. If only Eren caught Harry saying it on camera, or voice recording. That would make this so much easier. 

“Until then,” Levi said, grabbing a piece of paper and handing it to Eren. “We need you to narrow down the list of people for us. We know about the little vacation Y/n’s going on, and how she’s only inviting her close friends. Perfect time for you to do this.” Levi took the picture from earlier in return. “See if any of those friends happen to be the mole.”

Eren looked at the list, his eyes narrowing in distaste. His eyes skimming over the names, “Armin? You put my best friend on this list?” 

“You never know.” Levi responded. “We just need confirmation it is one-hundred percent none of these people. And, if you find out it’s someone, tell us immediately, and gather evidence.” 

Eren noticed, written in red, was your brothers. He furrowed his eyebrows, “You put her brothers here? You’re just being paranoid now.” He shook his head, “I can’t even imagine how Y/n would feel if she saw this list.”

Levi shook his head, “Eren, I’m going to be honest with you. We’re doing this for her safety. She may not like it, but it’s what we have to do.” He sighed, 

Eren tucked the paper in his pocket. “Fine.” His eyes watched as Levi put the picture back on the billboard, his stomach slowly spiraling in a deep pit. 

On that piece of paper, was a tree of information, people, schools, and connections that were in any way related to you. A picture of you resting in the middle of all the vines of information. All found and documented from inside Harry’s office. 

ˋˏ★ [ Location: Your Comfy Apartment...]ˎˊ

You jumped on your bed, hands holding your friends while he jumped with you. “This isn’t helping.” You softly voiced, your pigtails jumping up and down dramatically. “I mean, I sounded like I would when you suggested it in class, but I feel sad.” 

He nodded, “Yeah, me too.” The two of you stopped jumping, falling down on your bed. His black hair fluffed up from jumping, you laughed, quickly fixing his, very short, pigtails. He smiled from your touch, “I mean, it was fun for like—ten minutes.” 

You laughed nodding your head, “Yeah, I agree.” You looked to the side, thinking, “What was the other thing you suggested?” You played with the sleeves of your shirt, pulling it over your palms. 

“Spa day?” He responded. 

You loudly sighed, leaning into his arms, a pout on your lips. “But that’s something I want to do with Eren…” He laughed against your hair, letting you dramatically complain. “Ugh, I can’t believe he’s ignoring me.” You cried, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.  

“He’s not ignoring you.” He cooed, tapping your back comfortingly. “He’s just—confused?…” he shrugged, “Honestly, I don't know, boys are really confusing. We do stupid shit without reason.” He pulled on the pink hair-ties holding up your pigtails, then removed his own. 

You nodded in agreement, “I know, have you met Connie?” You rolled your eyes, looking up at him. “He’s the embodiment of a middle schooler who moans in the back of the class, and thinks he’s so fucking funny.” 

He laughed, running his hands through your hair. Fixing the almost messy look to them, “It’s kinda’ funny.” 

“Marco.” You deadpanned. 

Marco was the boy you met during lunch while he was working at Panda Express. A man who loved writing, and poetry. Along with many other typical things, it annoyed you how perfect he was. You had met him a long while ago, back when you were in highschool. When your dad held a party for his friends. Sure, you didn’t know it was Marco at the time, but it was a fun discovery in college. Also that Marco was just as, if not more, rich as you. 

Which was ironic considering he was the worker serving you at Panda Express. But, he was perfect nonetheless. The two of you clicked just as you did at the party. It almost threw you off, everybody you knew ended up coming full circle in your life. 

Marco smiled, pushing his messy bangs from his eyes. “Y/n.” He replied in a similar fashion, smiling kindly. It was a small thing the two of you did. Before his eyebrows furrowed, “Is Eren your best friend?” 

You nodded, “I thought it was obvious.” 

Marco nodded, his lips pressed together trying to hide his amused expression. “And, you like Eren, right?” 

You nodded again, “Again, I thought that was obvious.” 

“So, you like him?” Marco asked. 

You paused for a second, “Wait, do you think I like–like Eren?” You pulled yourself away from him, sliding your hands from his arms. Marco nodded. “Hm, that’s weird. Jean said the same thing.”

Marco nodded, “Makes sense. It kinda’ seems that way.” He titled his head to the side, “I mean, what’s stopping you from thinking that?” You tilted your head, and Marco continued, trying to clarify his sentence. “Like… Why are you calling him your best friend? What’s stopping you from saying you like him?” You didn’t say anything. “It’s not a trick question, it's genuine. Why is he just your best friend?” 

You bit your bottom lip, “Uhm, I don’t know?… What am I supposed to say?”

Marco sighed, “Okay, uhm… Oh! Why do you see Jean as just a best friend?” 

You smiled, “Jean’s sweet, just not for me. He has his own things going on, and I want to support him as a friend, not a lover. Just never imagined myself being with—more or less marrying him.” You tapped your fingers against the bed, “He’s too much for me, not someone I want to be with. But, I love him as my best friend.” 

Marco nodded, “Okay, then why are you just friends with Connie.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Ugh, Connie. Love him to death but sometimes he drives me there. If I ever kill myself, his name is one hundred percent in my suicide note.” You laughed, “If anything, I hope he gets with a big-booty latina. That’s his dream girl.” 

“How do you know—“

“He’s told me.” You placed your hand on Marco’s shoulder, “Multiple times.” 

Marco laughed, “Fair. Uhm… What about me?” He nodded his head. 

Your eyes softened, “I adore you Marco, but I wouldn’t want to date someone I just met. And, I love our friendship the way it is.” You coughed, adding a quick, “Plus you’re gay.”

Marco glared at you, “Ignoring that.” He gritted, “Then, why are you just friends with Eren?” 

You parted your lips, “Uhm. Eren’s—he’s great, but…” You sighed, “But, I just see him as a good friend…” 

Marco gave you a look, “Y/n, I don’t even think you’re convinced about that.” He laughed, “I know I’m not.” 

You laughed, “Yeah, but… I don’t know. It’s weird.” 

Marco tilted his head, “Do you want me to be honest with you?” You slowly nodded. Marco smiled, “I think naming Eren as your “best friend,” is wrong. You’re just confusing yourself.” 

You laughed, playing with a strand of your hair. “Imagine how I feel.” You sighed, blinking a few times, “Crushes are supposed to be fun, but this is–this is just confusing.” You grabbed the bottom of Marco’s shirt, “Maybe I’m just hurt he’s ignoring me.”   

“Eren isn’t ignoring you, Y/n.” Marco repeated, but he patted your back comfortingly. 

“He’s probably talking to that hot girl, Mikasa, or whatever..” You mumbled. 

Marco laughed, shaking his head. “But hey, if it really bothers you, just talk to him on your yacht and clear things up. Maybe, it’ll even help you sort your feelings out.” He pulled your hair together, using one of the previous hair ties to keep your hair back. 

You pouted, looking at him with your wide eyes. “Maybe..” In fact, you didn’t even know if Eren was still going. Since his dumbass had yet to respond to any of your messages or calls. A part of your heart stung thinking about it. “I think I like him..” 

“As a friend?” Marco asked. 

You shook your head. 

“As a lover?” Marco followed. 

You hesitated, but ultimately shook your head. 

Marco tapped his knee a few times, “Have ever you wanted to be in a relationship since joining college?” 

You shook your head, “No. I–I think that…” You pressed your lips together, “Every guy that I talk to, it feels like they… like the idea of me.” You ran your hands over your face, “It’s so confusing–I’m so confused.” You were visibly getting frustrated, your hands tightly holding onto the sheets of your bed. 

“And that’s okay, you have all the time in the world to figure out your emotions, and thoughts.” Still, Marco wanted to know what was holding you back from admitting what is so obvious. “Uhm, when was the last time you were in a relationship?” 

You turned away embarrassed, “I’ve never…” You mumbled the rest, but Marco already knew your answer. He didn’t need to hear it. 

“Okay, when was the last time you liked someone?” 

You immediately looked uncomfortable, memories from high school popping in your head. “Like, four years ago. Back in high school.” Your arms subconsciously wrapped themselves around you. 

Shit, I completely forgot about that. Marco hid the grimace he wanted to make, “Right.” He tapped his hand against your bed a few times, “Uhm, Y/n, have you ever thought that maybe?… Porco almost traumatized you about crushes. Or, maybe how people reacted to it.”

You tilted your head to the side, “But, I never even dated Porco?” You laughed, but it seemed forced. “I can’t be traumatized over someone who I didn’t even interact with. And, Annie was young and dumb, I don’t care.” 

“Yeah, but that was four years ago, and you still remember her name.” Marco gave you a half-smile, “Or when you get hurt when hearing people talk about loved ones.” Marco looked to the side, “Or, when you see old people alone.” 

You felt a tear building in your waterline, “It’s heartbreaking.”

Marco laughed, “Exactly, but you never dated them. But, you can still be hurt by the situation.” He shrugged, “And, I think the first time you spoke to your crush, with the situation that happened, mentally killed the idea of any others.” He put his hands up, “And, you never really—experienced boys, or relationships in high school.” And you had your father as a horrible figure in your life, which could be a part to play. 

You forced a weak smile, your eyes falling to the side. “Yeah…” You shrugged, “I don’t know. I never thought about it like that.” Sure, you’ve hooked up with people, but the thought of it going any further gave you goosebumps. You chewed on your bottom lip in discomfort.

Marco looked to the side, sure this was an embarrassing topic for him, but he needed to change it for your sake. He didn’t like seeing you so–confused, and pained. He averted his eyes from you before softly saying, “You were talking to Jean?...” His hands fidgeted together. 

You tilted your head, confused on why that caught his attention. “I mean, yeah? He is like my best friend.” You slowly said, “Why?” You pulled your hands into your lap, playing with the bottom of your shorts.

Marco blinked a few times, “Uhm, I–I don’t think he likes me.” He softly said, his cheeks tinted pink. “In fact, I think he hates me.” There was an awkward laugh following his sentence. 

You had to suppress the smile building on your lips. You turned your face away, laughing into your shoulder. You couldn’t help but think of Eren and Jean’s feelings about him. “I don’t think he hates you.” You reassured, “But, I—he’s never brought you up, so I wouldn’t know.” You whispered, your voice cracking with laughter. 

“It’s not funny.” Marco said, pushing you playfully. “But, he doesn’t talk about me?” He tapped his fingers, “Weird.” 

You tilted your head confused, “Why is it weird? I thought you said–” 

“He talks to me everyday, I thought he would’ve at least mentioned me.” Marco softly said, swinging his feet off your bed. “I mean, we were texting non-stop when he was with you one time.” 

You tilted your head, “Really?” You pushed yourself off your bed, walking towards your desk. “Do you remember when that happened?” 

Marco looked at the roof, clearly in thought. “Uhm… if I remember correctly..” He tapped his bottom lip, before his eye lit up with realization. “Oh! It was when you were doing this informational thing. It was the day of your party.” 

Your jaw dropped, “That was you?! He was smiling at his phone, because of you?!” You could feel your eyebrows mush, a smile spreading across your lips. “Wait, are you two sleeping together?!” 

Marco’s face burst out in flames, while his hands frantically shook back and forth. “I’m sorry?!” He shouted, “What are you talkin—no! We’re not sleeping together!” 

You smiled, leaning into him. “But you wish you were..” You sang playfully. 

“I think he’s cute, but that’s all.” 

You gave Marco a knowing look, before walking out of your room into your kitchen. “Sure, if you say so.” 

“I mean it!” Marco followed behind you, throwing a stuffed animal at your face. Only to jump at the sound of… Scratching? Maybe, even tapping? He pulled his head to look back at your room, noticing the sound was coming from your window. But, we’re four stories up? How is that possible?

You turned over your shoulder, peering at Marco. “What’s wrong?” You smiled, walking backwards to talk to him. “You know I’m joking, babe.” You stopped, tilting your head to the side. Seeing that his attention was completely captured by something in your room. “Wait, what’s wrong?..” 

Marco looked back at you, tearing his attention from your window. “Y/n I think there’s something at your window.” He walked back into your room, still speaking. “Is it Luna? Or, Daisy?” 

You felt your heart drop, Spider-Man flashing across your mind. You quickly walked after Marco, grabbing the back of his shirt in an attempt to stop him. “No, it’s probably the bird who keeps coming by. Don’t worry about it.” You tried reassuring, but it didn’t seem to work. 

Marco smiled, pulling away from your touch, his hand on your curtain. “Don’t worry, if it keeps coming by there’s probably a nest nearby. We don’t want that planted right on your window.” The sound erupted again, making Marco laugh. “See, the poor thing probably wants our help.”

You shook your head, “Even more reason not to check it, we could scare the poor thing… away…” Marco was glaring at you, giving you a look that made you feel stupid. He shook his head, pulling back the curtain. You almost tackled him, but decided that would most likely make the situation worse. 

Marco laughed, opening the window, popping his head out. “Hey, what are you doing up here?” He cooed, reaching his hand out. 

You internally cringed, you mind racing with excuses. “Marco, look..” You slowly started, “Remember, how I said I work with Stark?” 

“Yeah?…” Marco brought his head back into the room, his hands gently holding two cats. A hairless one, and a back one. He tilted his head while raising an eyebrow at you, “It’s just your cats, I don’t know why you’re so freaked out.”

You blinked a few times. Crap, you completely forgot they found a way to climb up to your room. 

You awkwardly laughed, slowly nodding your head. Walking to your bed and peeking out the window. Looking around, “Right, it’s just my… cats.” You shook your head. That’s right, Spider-Man and I are on no speaking terms. Your heart stung for a moment, but it didn’t linger. 

Sure you adored Spider-Man, cherished the short friendship you had, but you weren’t necessarily deathly-attached to him. And with the most recent incident of Oscorp, it cleared the question of; Eren, or Spider-Man. Your answer, dramatically, not being Spider-Man. 

Then again, if Spider-Man were to come visit you, and ask to revisit the screaming match between the two of you, mostly you, you’d accept. Have a more civilized conversation about what happened, and mend the distance you placed between the two of you. The worst part being, you felt guilty… Spider-Man was just doing what he was told, and you took your anger, fear, and confusion out on him. 

Marco tilted his head, looking back at you. “But, what about Stark?...” His eyes scanned up and down your face, seeing as your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. Maybe even a hidden pain, “Hey, what’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy to see your cats.” Marco lifted the fluffy animals into the air for a moment. 

You weakly laughed, sitting down on your bed and petting Daisy. “Yeah, they’re fine.” You let yourself fall back into your sheets, “I’m just…” You sighed, “I’m so stressed about everything happening.” You looked at Marco, “I’m scared I ruined an amazing friendship, and I’m scared Eren’s ignoring me.” Or worse, giving all his attention to that hot Mikasa girl. 

Marco smiled at you, it was comforting. “I know.” He leaned down, holding his head up with his hand. “Shit, Y/n, you really do need this vacation.” Marco cheekily smiled, poking your side, and whispering. “With Eren.” 

You playfully punched him, “Shut up.” You smiled, leaning into Marco. “I’m joking, but I do like the idea of that.” You poked his shoulder, then cheek. Your eyes caught by the mirage of freckles decorating his face. 

Marco laughed, his eyes following your hand. “I know, but—“ Marco paused mid sentence, a plastic bag hitting his face. You burst out in a cackle, pointing and laughing at him. Marco groaned, peeling the bag from his face. “Gross…” 

You pulled away from him, looking back out your window. Still laughing, “I can’t believe that just happened.” You mumbled, “I swear, you’re so unlucky.” You took the bag from him, pushing yourself off your bed and throwing it in the small trash located under your desk. “Here, let me grab some food for the cats, wait here.” You quickly ran off, almost slipping once you turned the corner of your door. 

Marco just laughed. Before his eyes looked outside, hardening almost instantly. He twisted on his stomach, feeling your two cats jump on his back while he looked out your window again. He could’ve sworn…

“Got it!” You shouted, walking back into the room and opening the can of cat food. Making your two cats jump off his back and onto the floor, feverishly diving for the food. You laughed with amusement. 

“Hey, Y/n?” You looked at Marco, nodding your head. “Are you frien–” He shook his head, “Are you driving me?” 

You tilted your head, making your way to the bed and falling on top of Marco’s back. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pressing your face between his shoulder blades. “Yeah, I think so? Do you mean like, back to your house? Or, to my–” 

“Yeah, both.” Marco nodded. 

You laughed, your chest bouncing up and down on his back. “I drive you everywhere Marco, I like being your chauffeur.” You paused, looking up for a second. “Just not right now, I’d much rather walk you with the traffic.” 

Marco smiled, dropping his face into your sheets and laughing. 

Your cats jumped on your bed, rubbing against your shoulders. You and Marco watched as they made their way outside your window, climbing further up the fire escape. You smiled against his shoulder, “I swear, they’re just using me for food.” 

Marco shook his head, “I don’t think so, they probably love you more than anything.” Marco shrugged, “Then again, they are cats, so I wouldn’t doubt it.” 

Daisy and Luna jumped up the stairs of the fire escape, twisting around narrow ledges and thin steps. Jumping up windows, before they reached the roof. Meowing loudly, and purring at the person standing there. Daisy ran her body against his leg, looking up at him and meowing. However, his attention was caught by something else. 

Eren was going to kill that guy. Marco, or whatever the hell his name was, he didn’t care. 

Okay, Eren wasn’t going to kill him, but he certainly wanted to. 

Fine, he didn’t want to kill him, but he was definitely jealous, maybe internally crying. But, that should be him. So, Eren will settle for throwing plastic bags in his face, and any other garbage floating around New York. Which was… a lot.

Karen slowly started, “Eren, I respect the initial idea of speaking to Y/n, and apologizing. But, I don’t think this counts–” 

“I–I agree, don’t worry.” Eren said, cutting off Karen. “This is really a bad habit I need to break, but…” He sighed, falling back onto the roof, looking at the sky. “I don’t know…”

“Why don’t you text her.” Karen spoke, “It can be something simple. For example, confirming your involvement in the trip she’s hosting for her friends.” 

Eren popped his head up, almost comically. “That’s a great idea!” Karen sighed. Eren clicked the side of his eye, making a list of contacts appear in his eyesight. He clicked your name, cringing internally seeing the array of unresponded messages. He sent you a message of confirmation. 

Eren nodded to himself. 

“Happy with yourself?” Karen asked.

“Yeah.” The area filled with comfortable silence, before Eren’s ears perked to the sound of–screaming?

“Marco! Oh my god! He finally texted me!” 

Eren’s heart fluttered in his chest, both of his hands cupping his face. His face burned in a dark shade of red. Goddamn it. Thank god for the mask.

“Better start packing for your vacation trip with Y/n, Eren.” 

         -ˋˏ★ [ Location: Passenger Seat of Happy’s Car...]ˎˊ

You looked out the window, hues of cool colors decorating the sky while the sun was close to setting. Wispy clouds filling your vision like an old renaissance painting, it was gorgeous. Your window was rolled down, letting the warm air in. It was finally getting to the time of year, which also meant graduation was getting closer. 

You tapped the screen of your phone, chewing on your fake nails with anxiousness. Your foot tapping against the ground quickly, “Are sure Eren is driving there? He didn’t want us to pick him up?” You asked Happy, turning your body to look at him. 

“Yes, I spoke to him.” Happy responded, for the tenth time. You seriously killed him sometimes. “He’s driving here with his friends.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened for a second. 

You didn’t notice, “Really? I don’t remember him ever mentioning he had a car.” You bit the skin off your bottom lip, “Are you sure, I mean–why would you have a car in New York? What are going to do with it? It’s not like you can drive anywhere–”

Connie’s hands grabbed your shoulders from the backseat. “It’s gonna’ be okay, Y/n.” He shook them gently. Sasha on the other hand was stuffing her face with food, “Yeah, exactly.” She blinked a few times. 

You sheepishly smiled, nodding slowly. Happy sighed with relief, Connie saved him from bashing his head into the steering wheel. Sasha shoved another chip in her mouth, “By the way,” she chewed loudly, “Why is Happy, the best friend of Tony Stark, driving us to your yacht?” 

You laughed, shrugging. “Connections.” You slowly said, “I know a lot of people.” My dad knows a lot of people, would be the more correct statement. But, you know, fuck that dude.

Connie turned to Sasha, smiling and whispering, “Rich people problems.” Sasha laughed, popping a chip in Connie’s mouth. “Couldn’t be me.” She replied.

You rolled your eyes, looking out the window. Watching the other cars and trees pass by. It took forever to get to your yacht, and you still had to pick up one more person. Well—technically, Happy had to pick up one more person. And it wasn’t long until he was sitting in the car, singing his heart out with Sasha and Connie in the back. 

You tapped your thigh rhythmically, a habit you developed recently. The soft sound of skin hitting skin comforting you in an odd way. Although, it was slightly muffled by your short, lacy, white gloves. 

Happy looked at you, placing his free hand on your head. “Loosen up, Bambi.” He tapped your head a few times, “Talk to him, that’s all you need to do.” 

You smiled, “Yeah, I know.” 

Arriving at the dock was a vivid experience of memories. All from old family vacations and trips. Some included business affairs, in which you would be forced to become buddy-buddy with your father’s friends. You felt… uncanny, uncomfortable, even. A cold shiver going down your spine as a pit in your stomach grew. 

Was it the yacht? Was it the memories you have associated with the yacht? Maybe. You honestly didn’t expect to feel this way. You thought this would be a fun adventure with your friends, not a trauma relapse about your shitty parents… Just ignore it.

“Alright,” Happy said, parking the car, and effectively snapping you out of your head. “You kids stay safe, and have fun.” He smiled at you, “Don’t get eaten by a shark.” 

You flashed him a smile, but ultimately nodded. “Can’t mark any promises.” You waved him off, feeling a hand crawl around your shoulders. Pulling you into their body. 

“Ready for sexy tan lines, and wet water?” Connie said, pulling you to walk along the deck with him. Not only because he wanted to talk to you, but also because he had no clue which yacht was yours. “Because, I fuckin’ am.” He lifted his glasses to the crown of his head. 

You laughed, following him mindlessly. “Of course, I’ll even let you use my bikini if you really want.” You playfully winked at him, grabbing the Hawaiian button up he was wearing. 

“Fuck, yeah.” Connie shook his hips, bumping into you a few times. “Clutch your pearls, Y/n. I’m going to be the sexist one on that boat.” Sasha twisted her body around, walking backward while she spoke. “Like hell, have you seen this body?” She dramatically gestured her hand down her torso. 

“I’ve been hitting the gym…” Marco slowly started, but stopped his sentence. Then, he corrected it, “I got a gym membership, so, I suggest hiding your children. I got the power of, ‘I’ll go at some point,’ by my side.” 

Everyone broke out in laughter, while you placed your hand on your chest. “No, literally me.” 

Connie looked around, scooting closer to you. “But… which one’s yours?” His eyes danced over all the white water-vehicles, and brand names. Jesus, did one of them say Gucci?!

You walked down the dock of expensive boats, your eyes skimming the area. “Once you see it, you’ll know.” You replied, “Honestly, that’s how I remember it sometimes… Or, I think it’s because my last name is on it.” Your voice wavered, a familiar face catching your attention. You smiled, tearing away from Connie. “Mr. Nile!” You shouted, engulfing him in a hug. “It’s so good to see you! Haven’t seen you since the divo–” 

“Jesus kid, learn what and what not to say.” Nile spoke, pushing your sun hat over your face and effectively cutting off your sentence. “I don’t need to be reminded of that mess.” 

You bashfully smiled, “Yeah, sorry. Just excited.” 

Nile smiled at you, his hands on your shoulders. “You’ve grown kid, you look gorgeous.” 

You smiled, pulling back and twirling around. “Thank you! I got it hand made by someone back in California.” You said, “I thought it would be perfect for the occasion.” You were wearing a one-piece, white, short sleeved, sailor dress. The ends of the dress pleating out to frame your body. Along with some nice black flats, decorated with lacy socks to match with your gloves. 

“I was talking about you, but the dress is nice.” Nile tapped your shoulder a few times, “Your brothers too, they’ve been hitting the gym.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed, a confused smile splitting your lips. “My brothers? You’ve seen them recently?” You peaked over his shoulder, “Were they at the yacht before us?” Is that why it was a mess?

Nile gave you a confused look, but he was distracted by the people behind you. He pointed at them, “What’s with them?” 

You looked over your shoulder, seeing your friends utterly shell-shocked. Well, except for Marco. You blinked a few times, confused. “What?” You looked back to your yacht, “I mean, I didn’t clean it, so ignore the mess.” 

Sasha cupped her face, “I love her, but she’s so out of touch with reality.” Sasha pointed at your massive yacht, “No, we’re looking at how big this thing is.” 

Oh, that’s why. Marco wasn’t fazed, because you’re pretty sure his father owned a cruise ship. 

You placed your hand on your chin in thought, “Honestly, I remember it being bigger.” You shrugged, “Maybe it’s because I was a child last time I was on this thing… Or, maybe it’s time to get a bigger one.” Anything to make my father’s pockets hurt. This boat wasn’t even bought by your father, it was part of a contract he signed with a company he worked with. You couldn’t remember the price of the yacht off the top of your head, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it hit nine digits. Your father had always been one hell of a bargainer, and you couldn’t imagine him not putting up a fight if wads of money weren't directly involved. 

Connie pouted his lips, looking to the side, before whispering, “…That’s what she said.” 

Marco laughed, turning away. You gave him a rude, but knowing glare. He tried stifling his laugh. “Ignore my friends.” You told Nile, before you shook your head, pointing at all of them. “Sorry, everyone, this is Nile Dok, he’s our personal helmsman. I’ll introduce you to our personal chef, Niccolo, later.” You waved your hand dismissively. 

“You have a personal chef?” Sasha almost shouted, she smiled to herself, grabbing the back of her sun hat. “Oh my god, if this is heaven, I hope I stay dead forever.” 

Marco furrowed his eyebrows, “That’s kinda’ how it works?…”

Nile smiled, turning on his heel. Heading off into his room, “I’m sailing off in a few hours, better have everyone on board.” You politely waved goodbye. 

Connie nodded a few times, “He’s cool.” 

You laughed, shaking your head. “C’mon, I’ll show you around when everyone gets here.” You waved for them to follow you, taking a step on the obsidian-black boat. A choice your mother made when first shopping. You tossed your shoes off, walking on the deck, and up the small flight of stairs. A cold shiver went down your spine, the pit in your stomach growing. Maybe you did have some suppressed trauma from this stupid boat. “Here, we’ll just stay in the outside lounge until everyone arriv–” 

“I thought you said you were going to get the boat deep cleaned before she got—“ The three of you made eye contact, and your face contorted into one of pure hatred. 

You’ve got to be fucking me right now, you thought. “What the hell are you two doing here?” You placed your hands on your hips, your friends standing behind you. You could feel the smile on Sasha’s lips. 

“We were just…” Reiner sighed, placing his hand on his neck, scratching it awkwardly. “We’re coming with you..” 

“The fuck you’re not!” You shouted. 

Connie looked at Sasha, and Sasha looked at Connie. Sasha cupped her mouth, and whispered, “She did it again.” Connie laughed, leaning into Sasha and whispering, “She’s growing so fast, I feel like a daddy.” Connie lifted his eyebrows suggestively, but it just looked like he was surprised. Sasha shoved him into the water. 

You shoved your brother back, but he didn’t budge. “Seriously, the one weekend I want to use the yacht you have to be here.” You scoffed, “I swear, you’re the worst. Literally, leave.” You said, genuinely annoyed. 

“We have to stay…” Bertolt softly said. 

“Sit your quiet ass down, Bertolt. You don’t have a single word in this conversation.” You seethed, pointing at him. “You wanted to stay quiet when we’re kids, now stand by that.” You looked back at Reiner, “You, fuck off. This isn’t fair to me.” 

“Did you even ask dad if you could use the yacht?“ Reiner spoke, hands on his hips. 

“I asked Mr. Dok.” You pushed him again. You parted your legs, positioning yourself in a way to use more force. “Don’t make me push you off.” 

“Like hell.” Reiner responded. “Besides, if dad finds out you were on the boat without his permission, he’ll sue you for trespassing.” He smiled, “You need us here.”

You hated how he was right. You let out a loud groan, pulling your hands back and grabbing your hat, “Fine, but I don’t want to see your dumbass anywhere near my friends.” You seethed, “Okay?” 

Reiner didn’t respond, and Marco placed his hands on your shoulders. “C’mon Y/n, don’t let it get to you.” He smiled, wiggling your shoulders softly. He leaned in, whisperering, “And maybe, this can be a healthy way to slowly rebuild your relationship.”

You looked back at Marco, softly sighing. Your brows furrowed with anger, but ultimately, they relaxed. You blinked a few times, “You think so?” 

Marco nodded, “Mhm.” He squeezed your shoulders reassuringly, “Just cool off before anything, it’s okay to be mad.” He whispered. 

You just nodded, taking a few deep breaths. 

“That’s all the luggages.” Happy said, propping your vintage suitcase up. An array of men behind him with all your friend’s belongings. “Do you think anything is missing?” Happy asked. 

You shook your head, looking at your friends and seeing they also shook their heads. “Nope, looks good.” You gestured for him, and his friends, to place everything on the boat. You glanced back over the boat, looking at the sun. Seeing as it was finally setting over the horizon, you looked around. Where’s everybody else? 

And, as if the god’s heard you themselves, a distinct voice popped from the dock. “That’s right, the best thing that ever happened to you guys is here.” Jean said, putting his hand in the air. 

Connie looked at Jean, his eyebrows raising suspiciously. “Wait, since when were you guys chill again?” Connie narrowed his eyes, “Or, do we have a stowaway?…” 

You turned over your shoulder, laughing. “Like a week ago, Connie. And, Jean was invited.” 

Connie raised his eyebrows, “Hm. That was quick.” Sasha nodded, tapped Connie’s shoulder with her own, “That’s what I thought. But hey, that makes this vacation more fun.” 

Jean pinched the top of his shirt, pulling it gently while smiling. “Hold onto your panties ladies, don’t need to drop them just… yet…” Jean’s eyebrows visibly furrowed, his expression displaying one of utter confusion. 

You smiled widely, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to suppress it and utter excitement. Your eyes snapped to what could possibly catch Jean’s attention so intimately. 

Marco. 

Marco looked Jean up and down, a smile building on his lips. He titled his head to the side, lifting his hand ever so slightly and waved. His lips mouthing, “Hi, Jean.” Marco smiled, his dimples denting into his skin perfectly. 

Jean’s lips twitched, before he ultimately smiled, waving weakly. “Hi.” 

Connie looked at Sasha and raised his eyebrows, an amused smile building on his lips. Connie grabbed your hand, pulling you between himself and Sasha. “My gaydar is going off right now, and I can’t tell if it’s from Marco or Jean.” Sasha nodded frantically. 

“Jean?” You whispered dramatically, feigning shock or disbelief. “I doubt that, last time I checked he said he wanted to marry me.” You replied. 

Sasha shook her head, “Everyone wants to marry you, Y/n. But, that,” Sasha pointed at Jean, “That is a look of a gay man, down bad.” 

“You guys are overthinking.” You softly replied, but you didn’t disagree. And, knowing how Marco felt about Jean, you wondered if his feelings were reciprocated. Did Jean think Marco was cute? 

Connie jumped forward, grabbing his Spider-Man backpack. “Since everyone’s here, I think I should explain the game plan.” Sasha looked at Connie, “I thought I told you not to bring drugs?” Connie shook his head, “I didn’t.” 

Jean raised his head, throwing his bags on the ground. “I did.” 

Sasha threw her arms in the air dramatically, “There goes your streak, Connie.” 

Marco waved his hand dismissively, “It doesn't count if it’s weed.” Jean softly laughed, his eyes flickering to Marco for a brief moment. 

Connie pointed his finger, a smile on his lips. “See. I like this guy, he knows what’s up.” He opened the bag, grabbing one of the items inside. “But, to get this party started.” He lifted one of the cans, shaking it. The rattle inside loudly hitting the sides of the can. 

You pressed your lips together anxiously, looking at the time on your phone. You tapped your foot anxiously, looking back at the sky. “Give it a moment, we still have a few more people coming.” 

Connie tossed the can back into the bag, “Jesus, how many people are going to be on this damn boat.” 

“Just two more.” You replied, looking around. You sighed, slowly whispering, “It’s getting late.” You looked back at Happy, “Are you sure he’s driving–” 

“Yes.” Happy replied swiftly, “We’ll see you when you get back.” He flashed you a smile, but it seemed… fake? Almost… pained, in a way. 

You awkwardly smiled, nodding your head. “I’ll see you, too.” You waved, “Don’t miss me too much.” 

Happy nodded, but didn’t smile. “I won’t.” And, he walked off. Happy’s response made you feel off. It almost seemed as if he was lying. You were probably imagining it. 

Jean tapped the boat’s butt a few times, “Where’s Yeager? I thought you invited him?” He tilted his head, slowly taking you into a hug. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

You nodded, “Thanks Jean, and yeah. I thought I did.” You felt that anxiety swell in your stomach, where is he? “Maybe he’s not coming?” A part of your heart squeezed in pain as you pulled away from Jean. “How about Marco and I wait out here for them, and you guys wait in the lounge.” 

Sasha tilted her head, “You sure? We can wait out with you?” 

Jean grabbed some bags, handing them to Sasha and Connie. “How about we start taking things inside? You and Marco can just wait around for Eren.” He playfully winked at you. You smiled, nodding your head. 

Still, you turned your head to the dock. Your hands moving to your forearms and scratching them lightly. “Where is he?” 

Marco walked in front of you, his hands wrapping around yours, his pretty face smiling at you. “Y/n, it’s okay, he’s coming.” He gave you a reassuring squeeze, “Believe me.” Your eyes softened, and you quickly squeezed his hands back. 

“Okay.” You tried to smile back, but didn’t have the energy to do it. It was silent for a moment, until you were bursting with questions again. “What if he doesn't talk to me? What if it’s like really awkward?” 

Marco gave you a look, “Stop worrying. You’re just going to sike yourself out.” 

“Y/n?” 

You turned your head, all the worries swarming your head, disappearing into nothingness.

Your eyes lightened up with life and excitement. You didn’t even know how much you missed him until he was right in front of you. “Eren!” You pulled away from Marco, rushing to hug him. “I’m so glad you’re here!” Your cheeks burned up with happiness. 

Eren didn’t even look at you, his eyes were locked on Marco. Filled with jealousy, “Y/n, good to see you.” He jolted back when your body collided with his, your arms wrapping around his torso. He only tore his eyes away from him when he felt your head tilt up to look at him. 

Your bright eyes were glossy, and his mind halted. 

You smiled, cheek pressed against his chest. “I missed you, ‘Ren.” Your body was warm, your chest pressed against his torso. Your face was soft, and as beautiful as ever. 

Eren felt his heart flutter, his arms wrapping around your body. Fuck, he missed you so much. He hates himself for ghosting you for no reason. But, he was doing what he was told. Eren smiled at you, his dimples flashing, “I–yeah, I’ve been excited for this trip.” He replied, slowly pulling his body away from you. His mind was screaming at himself to stay close, but he didn’t. 

You blinked a few times, slowly pulling back. “Oh.” That wasn't the reply you were expecting, and it made your heart… sting. You turned over his shoulder, peering at Armin. You waved, pulling him into a brief hug. “It’s good to see you too, and–” Your smile dropped, instantly you turned your head to look at Marco. 

Marco furrowed his eyebrows, his lips parting in disbelief. Oh shit. 

You looked back, waving at the girl standing in front of you. A short white dress, and some cute black flats. Her short hair a similar color, she waved back, flashing you a gorgeous smile. You forced one back, “Oh, uhm, hi, I’m Y/n.” Did she come with Eren? 

No, shit Sherlock.

Her hand outstretched to you, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Hi, I’m Mikasa. I’m so glad you were okay with me coming.” Her hand took yours, shaking it softly. “Eren told me all about you in the car, and I’ve seen you around campus. Always wanted to say hi, you just always looked busy.” Her voice had a soft, playful, but flat tone. 

You and Eren really miscommunicated with the whole friends thing. You were expecting Armin to be the only one coming with Eren. “Yeah, definitely. You should’ve just come up to me.” You reassured, “And any friend of Eren’s a friend of mine.” You pulled your hand back, holding onto them behind your back. 

Mikasa smiled, nodding her head. “I’m glad.” She pulled away, walking to Eren’s side and looping her arm through Eren’s. “And I’m so excited for this trip.” She looked up at Eren, wiggling her shoulders playfully. 

Your eyes flickered to where they connected, your eyebrows furrowing for a moment. Why is she touching him? “Yeah, uh, I’ll take you guys to the lounge.” You turned on your heel, silently talking to Marco with your eyes. What the hell is she doing here?! 

He flashed you a similar expression. Marco seemed to have the same thought, unsure of the situation. No clue. 

Armin pulled the back of Eren’s shirt, and whispered, “I told you this wasn’t a good idea.” Eren didn’t say anything, just passed him an acknowledging look. 

Marco cleared his throat, turning to Eren and smiling. “Hi, I’m Marco.” He looked at you for a moment, “Y/n and I go way back. She’s been talking non-stop about yo—“ 

“How excited I am for this trip!” You cut him off, opening the sliding door and allowing them to walk inside. “Marco has been my go-to phone call ever since you stopped—“ You paused, “Uhm, since a few weeks ago.” 

Eren felt his chest squeeze for a moment, before nodding his head. Taking a step into the lounge. “Right.” He knew bringing Mikasa would have been a bit awkward, but he hoped it would create some distance between the two of you. So he wouldn’t end up saying something Mr. Stark directly told him not to.

Then again, with or without Mikasa, Eren was worried there would be some unresolved tension between the two of you. But, he shouldn’t worry about that right now. 

Eren always knew you were rich, but he never knew the expense of it. And, your yacht alone was a clear indicator of that. Let alone the lavish atmosphere of the inside. The ceiling was decorated in a glass chandelier, the floor a deep wood, and windows that made it impossible to call the place a private, confined space. 

Connie looked over the couch, flashing the new group a smile. “Jeager-bomb! About time you showed up, Y/n was getting worried here.” Connie paused, his lips twisting into an amused smile as his eyes landed on the girl next to Eren. Sasha had a similar knowing expression, “Oh shit.” They both turned to look at Jean. 

Jean dropped the bag in his hands, “What the fuck.” His hands went slack, his eyes locked onto Mikasa. 

Mikasa tensed, her hands pulling away from Eren while she smiled at Jean. She waved, “Hi Jean, it’s been some time.” You could tell by the way she played with the ends of her dress, this interaction was awkward. You wondered why. 

Jean turned on his heel, walking farther into the boat. “You’re fucking with—I’m going crazy.” He laughed to himself, running his fingers through his slick back hair. “I’m going crazy.” 

Sasha smiled, “Don’t go too far, Jean. We might need you for jeopardy—“ 

“Shut up!” Jean yelled. 

Connie and Sasha snickered, fist bumping. “Y/n, inviting Mikasa made this already awesome vacation, even more memorable.” Sasha laughed, placing her elbow on the head of the couch, and resting her face in her hand. “Last time we played personal jeopardy with Jean, and he killed it with all the questions about Mikasa.” 

Mikasa softly laughed, nodding her head. “Yeah, he knew some stuff about me I didn’t even know.” 

You slowly nodded, and grabbed Marco’s arm, pulling him close and whispering, “I have a feeling there’s a lot of unresolved tension between some people on this boat.” You looked back at Sasha and Connie, raising your voice to speak to them. “I was going to introduce you, but it seems you guys already know each other.” 

Connie gave you a thumbs up, “Have since highschool.” 

You let out a soft breath, forcing a tense smile. “Right.” 

Marco bumped his shoulder against yours, “Connie and Sasha are right, this is going to be one memorable trip.” He laughed, bumping into your shoulder, walking to the couch. “I can’t wait to tease you about it for the rest of your life.” 

You loudly groaned, pushing yourself away from the boats opening and shutting the door behind you. “I hate everyone on this goddamn boat.” Where’s Niccolo? I need a drink. You went the way Jean had, a part of you hoping to run into him. 

 -ˋˏ★ [ Location: The Kitchen...]ˎˊ

No matter what happened between you and Jean, it wasn’t long before the two of you were talking like nothing happened. 

However, you couldn’t deny the dynamic between the two of you had significantly shifted from your last argument. Different from what it once was a few weeks ago. A comfortable relationship, that wasn’t exactly platonic, but was never going to develop any farther than that. It took awhile for Jean to accept it, but he did, and tried his best to respect your unrequited feelings for him. Even if deep down it pained him to know the truth. 

Then again, Jean tried not to care, he liked your company. He understood where you stood, and was thankful you could ignore his pressuring past to try and be more with you. Jean was willing to just be friends if that kept you in his life. 

Jean valued your friendship with him, and didn’t want to lose that.

It wasn’t something you wanted to change. You liked knowing that no matter how playful, touchy, affectionate, loving, or caring you were, Jean could value it as is. In a way where he didn’t expect anything farther than that. Even if it took the majority of your friendship… Still, it was good to know that he wasn’t just your friend in hopes of going further with you anymore, and he understood your feelings. 

Unlike a certain brother of his. 

You sighed, leaning on Jean’s shoulder while you took sips of your champagne. Looking out the one-way window into the lounge from the kitchen. Connie was jumping on your couches making weird poses at Sasha, while she made equally weird ones back. A part of you wondered if they were secretly part wizard, and were enchanting some type of weird protection spell on the boat. 

You tilted your head back, looking at Jean, wondering if he was also transfixed by the stupidity your friends were actively displaying. However, it was soon evident he was transfixed by someone else in the lounge. 

Marco. 

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his, “Jean, you’re staring.” You cooed, letting your head fall back on his arm. “I mean, I get it, Marco’s a cute boy.” You tugged on his arm gently, “You should totally shoot your shot.” You dramatically put your hand over your chest, “Or… don’t tell me, you’re secretly waiting for Eren to finally notice you?”

Jean shook you off his arm, his cheeks dusted in a dark shade of red. “You’re so stupid, Y/n.” Still, there was a hit of playfulness in his voice, but he masked it with a sip from his drink. 

You giggled, “I mean, I am. But, anyone can pick up on the tension between you two.” You took another sip of your drink, reaching for the bottle and pouring yourself some more. “Don’t tell me you’re slowly getting over your obsession with me.” 

Jean laughed, a smug smirk forming on his lips. “Yeah? You’d hate that, wouldn’t you?” He shook his head, “But, I’m not worried about us right now, I’m worried about Mikasa.” His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. 

“Mikasa?” You softly repeated, “Why? Did something happen between you two?” You tilted your head at him, wrapping both your hands around your glass. 

“Yeah…” Jean said, “I get weird with crushes, like I—“ 

“I know how you are with crushes.” You said, poking his side. “You’ve liked me since freshman year.” You teased, a soft reassuring smile on your lips. 

Jean slowly trailed his hands over his face, clearly embarrassed. “I didn’t know you knew for that long.” He sighed, “Yeah, looks like I wasn’t subtle when I met you.” 

You nodded, propping yourself up on the marble counter. “I’m not a complete idiot, I can pick up on body language.” You hit his leg with your foot, smiling like a clueless child. “Like with you and Marco.” Jean hit your shoulder, you raised your hands defensively. “Shit, is Eren the better person in this situation?”

“Shut up, I literally hate you.” Jean hid his smile with his cup, pretending to take another sip. 

You shrugged, turning away. “Sure you do.” You continued to look outside the one way window, peering at Eren. You tapped your cup a few times in thought, “Mikasa?”

“Mikasa.” Jean repeated, almost as if he was forcing it out of his mouth. “We have history…” 

Your eyes widened in shock, “You two dated?!” 

“No!” Jean shouted, shaking his hands. “We had that weird talking, situationship, thing going on. Never official, but at some point we weren’t just friends, you know?” You nodded your head. “Well, I wasn’t the healthiest person to be with.” 

“Really?” You sarcastically asked. 

“Shut up.” Jean ran his hands through his hair, “Imagine me with you, but thirty times worse.”

“I’m glad you’re finally over that faze.” You smiled at him, “It’s nice to be friends with you, but it was hard ignoring how painfully rude you were.” Jean quite literally told you, your art didn’t matter. Which was a hurtful thing to hear from a man you considered your best friend. 

Jean’s nose wrinkled, “Shit, it still hurts to hear that.” He accepted how you felt about him, but it still hurt to hear. “But, yeah. Mikasa and I left each other on… bad terms.” 

You tilted your head, pushing your hair behind your shoulders. “What happened?” 

“She tried ending things with me, and I didn’t want that to happen.” Jean grimaced, breathing through his teeth. “So, I kinda’ ghosted her when she wanted to talk about stuff.” 

You looked away, taking a sip from your drink. “I’m sure the ladies are all over you.” You shook your head, “But, wouldn’t it be a good time to talk it out?” 

Jean sighed, turning his head away from you and shrugging. 

You pressed your lips together. So this was a topic Jean didn’t like thinking about. “Do you plan on apologizing to Eren? Now would be the perfect opportunity.” You tapped your cup, softening your voice. “Maybe it’ll help you with Mikasa.” 

Jean was silent. Almost as if he was trapped in his head, his lips parted, but nothing came out. Just a comfortable silence between the two of you. Until Jean finally spoke, “I’ll talk to him, if you talk to him.” He took another ginger sip of his drink. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, your head snapping to look at him. “What?” Your hand was tight around your glass, your voice no longer soft. 

Jean thickly swallowed, “I’m sure Marco told you, but we—occasionally talk to one another.” He blinked a few times, “And, call.” 

You turned away, hiding your smug smile. You lifted your cup to your lips, “And occasionally fuc—“

“Marco told me about you, and Eren.” Jean quickly said, cutting you off. “Especially about how you wished he would bone you.”

Your smile slowly fell, your face burning up with embarrassment. “I’ve never said that!” You shouted, throwing a punch at Jean’s shoulder. “I don’t even like him… like that.” You slowly said, finding yourself hesitating to complete that statement. 

Jean smiled. “I was joking about that last part, but if the shoe fits.” He shrugged, poking his cheek with his tongue.

“I hate you.” You said, “But, that backstabber. I thought I could trust him.” You slammed your drink on the counter, some of the liquid falling out from the force. “I swear, I’m going to kill him.”

Jean pushed you, “Stop. He didn’t mean to.” He sighed, leaning on the counter, “I was just curious about how you were doing, and he ended up spilling about you and Eren.” After a lot of prodding. “And, to be fair, he only told me this morning, because he was scared the trip might be awkward for you. He wanted to avoid that. He wanted you to have fun.”

You slapped your hands over your face, “Ugh. Remind me to never tell Marco anything again.” That was a lie, you liked talking to Marco. He gave good advice.

“You know that’s a lie, gorgeous.” Jean laughed to himself, “You love him too much to leave.” There it is again. That nickname. Jean called you that back at the tent, and he was doing it again. 

You blinked a few times, propping your leg over the other. Even though you desperately tried to hide your shocked expression, you still looked somewhat confused. “Since when did you start calling me gorgeous? I thought I was babe?” You tilted your head. 

Wait a minute. That’s one of the nicknames Spider-Man gave you. It was specific, and too coincidental. Was Jean… 

“Have I? I honestly don’t even realize half the shit I call you until Connie or Sasha point it out.” Jean laughed to himself, “Like with the babe shit, Connie said something about it, and I had no clue what he was talking about.” He scratched the back of his head. 

You gingerly nodded, not completely convinced. “Right.” It wasn’t undeniable evidence that Jean was Spider-Man, but it definitely stirred some questions in your head. It was something you would definitely keep in mind. 

Besides, you’ve been itching to know who the man behind Spider-Man is. Since everyone at Stark Industries refuses to tell you who it is. I swear, they’ve been so secretive about everything recently. 

Also, you wanted to know who Spider-Man was, so you can kill him for leaving Eren behind… Nothing that would make him want to keep his identity a secret. 

“Want me to pour you more?” Jean asked, grabbing the champagne and shaking it slightly. 

You looked at your cup, picking it up and holding it. “Yeah, just one more sip.” 

Jean smiled, pouring a small amount into your drink. Only a sip more, “Naughty girl, you’re not even twenty one, yet.” 

You shook your head, a playful smile on your lips. “Naughty girl.” You repeated, mimicking his accent. “You’re so weird, stop it.” 

“Ang— Y/n.” Eren called, peeking his head into the kitchen. It felt weird to call you by your name, almost foreign. He’s more used to calling you nicknames from under the mask. Additionally, it’s been a few weeks since he’s even seen you, let alone talked to you. 

However, his eyes landed on Jean. He gave him a curt nod, not rude, but acknowledging. “Jean.” He greeted stiffly, “Connie’s calling for you, says he wants to play his game.” His head was racing, why were you alone with Jean? What were you two talking about? “Should I be concerned?” Shit, did he say that out loud?

Your eyebrows raised, your lips parting almost in shock. “Eren?” You blinked a few times, clearing your throat. “No–no, Connie just–it’s a game.” You pushed yourself off the counter, quickly downing the rest of your drink. “Connie likes making games for us to play. He’s even made board games for us.”

Eren tilted his head, his eyes moving up and down your body. You looked cute in your outfit. He never got to admire the way you looked in it, since his attention was focused on Marco. “A game?” He asked, his eyes finally meeting yours again.

You nodded enthusiastically, trying to hide the way your heart raced from the eye contact. “Mhm, Connie loves making games for us to play.” You put your hands on Eren’s back, slowly pushing him back into the lounge. You turned to look at Jean, gesturing your head to Eren and mouthing, “I’ll leave him here with you if you want to say something.” 

Jean shook his head, mouthing, “I’ll say something, if you promise to say something.”

You pressed your lips together, unsure if you liked those conditions. You shook your head, “I’m not doing that.” 

Jean smiled, walking behind you and Eren. “Then, neither am I.” 

You rolled your eyes, walking to Eren’s side. 

Eren could feel the conversation happening behind him, he just didn’t have a single clue what it was about. Then again, he wasn’t thinking entirely straight with the way your hands were pressed gently against his back. He wondered if this is what women felt when men did the same. Giddy, flustered, hot and bothered, and weirdly attracted to it. 

“Eren, you know how you like taking pictures?” You asked, looping your arm with his. Eren nodded, “Well, I brought my polaroid.” You leaned your head on his arm, looking up at him. “Maybe you can teach me a thing, or two.”

Eren couldn’t help, but smile at your gesture. You were taking an interest in a hobby that practically forced the birth of your college relationship with him. “Yeah, I’d love to.” His heart squeezed, as your smile grew. 

Connie pointed at you, jumping off the couch. “Y/n, baby, so glad you could make it.” He said, opening his arms, “Is everyone ready for the main event?” Connie placed his hands on his hips, sexily walking to his Spider-Man backpack again. 

Jean rolled his eyes, taking a seat on the couch. Sasha on the other hand, pushed herself off the couch and reached for her phone, frantically looking for something. Until her finger stopped, a sly smile coming over her lips as Connie paused, looking at her over his shoulder, almost as if he was waiting for something. “Prepare to eat your heart out.” He whispered. 

Sasha pressed her screen a final time, making a song play with surprisingly bad quality. 

Pony.

I can’t believe he’s pulling this shit again. 

You slapped your hand over your face, trying to suppress the laugh threatening to spill from your throat. Eren turned away, mimicking your expression, but in a different direction. Armin felt his jaw drop, before his eyebrows raised. Did he like this? 

Marco loudly cheered, reaching for his wallet and pulling out a –what he liked to call– stripper one. “Yeah, Connie!” He threw his stripper one at him, “Take it off!”

Connie smiled, pointing at Marco a few times. “See, I like him.” Connie peeled off his sweater, “I better see hundos rolling by the time I’m in my underwear.” He pointed at his pants, “I make people pay to see this dick.”

“No, he doesn't.” Jean whispered to Marco, leaning into his shoulder slightly. “The man’s lucky if a girl lets him see–” Jean gestured to his chest, giving his imaginary boobs a nice squeeze. Jean smiled at himself, finding his actions amusing. 

Marco laughed, but it was more at Jean, then with him. “I’m sure you know all about that.”

Jean’s eyes widened, before he laughed. He bumped his shoulder against Marco’s, “Fuck, yeah.” 

Connie ran his hands down his body sexily, bending over seductively and reaching for the contents inside his Spider-Man backpack. Eren noticed, and felt his chest swell with pride. “Time for friendships to end.” He pulled out a pink can of silly string, shaking it in the air. “And long lasting enemies to begin.” He subtly glared at Sasha, to which she obviously glared back. 

Immediately, Jean and you groaned, already knowing where this was going. You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning into Eren. “Last time we played this game, Connie and Sasha ended up not talking for over a month.” You softly laughed, “Connie won, but it almost ended their friendship.” 

Eren tilted his head, lowering it slightly so he could whisper in your ear. “Is our friendship going to end over this game?” It was a genuine question, Eren was scared of losing you over a game of all things, but you assumed he was joking. 

You laughed, “Maybe. I can’t lose against Mr. Pimp over here again.” You jerked your thumb to Connie, ignoring how he ran his hands through his hair, or lack thereof. Still dancing to Pony. “Unless, you want to make a truce with me.” 

Eren smiled back at you, ignoring how the back of his head was tingling. “Of course, I do.” Eren wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but this would suffice for now. “But, I still have no clue how to play this game.” 

You sighed, “Connie’s going to explain, don’t worry.” 

Connie tossed the pink silly string in your direction, watching as you caught it with ease. It was a common thing for Connie to do, considering he was the first person to notice your almost unhuman reflex speed. “As we have some new players, I’ll explain how to play again.” 

You shook your can, opening the cap. Jean, Connie, and Sasha all flinched, almost hiding behind something. You laughed at their reaction, pulling the can over your lips. “I’m joking, I’m joking. I’m not going to do anything.” You hid your sadistic smile, “Yet.” 

Connie slowly nodded, putting both his hands out to create distance between the two of you. “...Each person gets a unique color, and everyone has three lives.” He grabbed another can, “The goal is to survive.” He shrugged, “Or, just be the one with the most lives.”

Armin tilted his head, leaning on one of the couches' handles. “Sounds easy enough.” He looked at the Spider-Man bag, “You got yellow in there?”

Connie nodded, reaching into his bag and grabbing another can. “It is, but there is an important rule.” He threw the specific color at Armin, “Once you hit someone, another person has to acknowledge them with the sentence, “Have you been hit?” And, the person who was hit, has to truthfully reply. It’s the only way to actually end a life.” 

Marco tilted his head, “Well, you did say washable? What if someone does that? Or, what if nobody notices a person has been hit?”

Connie smiled, lifting his index finger over his lips. “That’s all I can say about the game.” He dumped everything in his bag on the ground, the cans of silly string rolling everywhere. “Who wants what color?” 

“Can I have red?” 

That voice made Eren shutter. His head twisted to the side, peering over his shoulder to the individuals behind him. Your brothers. He knew they were innocent, but with the way they entered the room without him noticing, felt… odd. 

Chilling.

Eren felt a shiver move down his entire body, starting at the nape of his neck and ending at his feet. Their eyes made him recoil in fear, filled with disdain and fear. And, they were locked onto Eren, almost as if they could see inside the deepest part in his mind. 

They know. Eren shoved that thought away. Trying his best to ignore the way his head was tingling out of control.

“No, he can’t.” You immediately interjected, not letting Connie answer. You loudly groaned, “I thought you said you weren’t going to bother us, Reiner.” 

Reiner laughed, placing his hands on his hips. “We just want to play a game with our little sister, nothin’ too bad.” There was a smug smile on his lips, one that pissed you off. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What?” Why in the world would they call you that? Siblings don’t call each other by their titles. They definitely want something. “Don’t call me that, it’s weird. But, what do you want?” 

“To play a game.” Reiner said. 

“We already assigned that role to Connie. We’re good with games.” You pointed at Connie, “Besides, we don’t have enough silly string.” 

“It’s fine, we already have a game in mind.” Reiner moved to the couch, sitting next to Sasha. Sasha suppressed a smile, and you wrinkled your nose. “And, Bertolt is bringing drinks.” 

“Niccolo can make drinks, we don’t need you to bring any.” You argued. 

Sasha smiled, pulling a pillow over her lap. “It’s okay, Y/n. We can let them make a game for the night. It’ll only be one round since I’m sure everyone is tired from driving here.” She looked at Jean, and whispered. “Get your drugs, Y/n’s not going to be able to do this sober.” 

You glanced at Marco, trying to get a second opinion. He nodded, flashing you a kind smile. You sighed, “Fine, we can play your game.” You needed some time away from your brothers, being with them for even a fraction of a second drained your being. 

You naturally wanted to pull Eren with you, and drag him to whatever room your heart desired. Yet, you felt awkward doing so. Would that be okay? The two of you hadn't spent time together in so long. What if you wouldn’t know what to say, what if things were different now?

What if he changed? 

What if he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore?

What if he didn’t like you anymore.

You pulled on Eren’s shirt, “C’mon, I wanna get my camera. Jean put some of our stuff in the dining room.” You ignored how your heart stung with your array of thoughts. Especially with the last one.

Eren’s eyes flicked to your hand, then moved back to your face, widening with shock. “This place has a dining room?” He aspirated. 

You nodded, turning over your shoulder. “This place has a gym.”  

“Awesome.” 

You turn to look at Jean, “Jean, you put my bag in the dining room, right?” Jean passes you a thumbs up, but he instantly turns his attention back to Marco, almost as if the interaction between the two of you never happened. 

Jean looks engaged, his body twisted to give Marco his undivided attention. While Macro is turned away, holding onto a pillow between them. A part of you wonders if he’s doing that to create distance. Despite that, you try your best to suppress a smile. You pull Eren’s sleeve, leading him into the dinning room. “C’mon, let's go.”

Reiner looks at Bertolt, gesturing his head to you and Eren. Why were you so touchy with him? Did you know Eren was Spider-Man? That would make sense, considering how close you and Spider-Man are. Unless, you didn’t know, and Eren liked…

Or, you liked Eren. 

Reiner’s eyes widened with realization. He needed answers. But, before they could voice anything, someone else did. “Are they dating?” 

Everyone turned to Mikasa. Connie sighed in thought, “Short answer, no.” 

“Long answer?” Mikasa asked, tilting her head to the side. Armin couldn’t help but think, this can’t be good.

“No.” Jean added, crossing his arms over his chest. “But, I wouldn’t put it past them to be secretly dating.” He smiled to himself, “Since we all know Yeager is obsessed with her.” 

Marco gently elbowed his side, giving Jean a look.

Jean raised his hands defensively, “Fine. Mildly likes her.” 

Reiner froze, his mind halting. “Please don’t tell me she likes him too.” He whispered to Bertolt. 

Connie rolled his head, “Don’t take anything Jean says seriously. He punched Eren thinking he liked Y/n.” He shrugged, “I’d ask him to be sure, Eren’s a really nice guy once you get to know him. I think he’s just like that with everyone.” 

Armin rolled his eyes, if only. 

Reiner looked at Bertolt, his eyebrows furrowed. “Well, does Y/n like him?” That would make this situation a whole lot more painful. And you’d hate them way more than you already do. “You know, as her older brother.”

Mikasa lifted her hand, “I second this question.” She softly laughed, “Just not the older brother part.” 

“Well, ye–” Marco looked at Jean, giving him silent words. Don’t say anything. So, Jean cleared his throat and spoke again, “Well, you never know. Y/n’s never been big on relationships, or dating. You’d have to ask her yourself.” 

Reiner and Bertolt let out a silent breath of relief. Thank god. You wouldn’t hate them too much.

Sasha looked in your direction, “I wonder why?” 

“Me too, since she was such a freak our freshma–” Jean threw a pillow at Connie’s face, and unlike you, his reflexes were as on point as a sloth. Connie nodded, “Noted.”

 -ˋˏ★ [ Location: The Dining Room...]ˎˊ

You dug into your bag, pulling out a white polaroid camera. It was in its case, decorated in home made stickers Eren assumed you made yourself. He could feel his heart clinch once he saw one with Spider-Man’s face. Hearts surrounding his head. Eren noticed you saw it too, your eyes softening for a moment. 

You pulled the camera out of its case, popping the camera lens open. “I know it’s not as fancy as your camera, but still.” You smiled, “It’s the thought that counts, right?” 

Eren nodded, his eyes caught only by your face and adoring smile. “Right.” 

You ignored how hot Eren looked, and twisted the camera around. “Here. Since you printed the pictures of us at the tree.” You smiled, “Let’s take one of just you and me before the idiots take horrible ones.” 

Eren blinked a few times, before laughing. “Are you sure the idiots aren’t going to be hurt by that?” 

You silently shushed him, “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.” You stood on your tippy-toes, cupping your mouth near his ear. “Besides, it can be our little secret.”

Eren shivered as he nodded. He didn’t mean to nod. Hell, he didn’t even know he was nodding, but that’s what your words did to him. He mindlessly pulled a chair, taking a seat at the table. 

You handed him the camera, watching as he flipped it so the lens faced the two of you. “I feel like we should do something cute.” You mumbled, taking a seat next to him. 

Eren hid his smile, “Just smile at the camera, I’ll do something cute.” 

You turned to look at him, narrowing your eyes. “I don’t think I trust you.” You teased. 

“Good.” Eren placed his finger on the camera, adjusting it so the small mirror captured both of you. “Give me every right to prove it to you.”

Your lips parted in shock, you’ve heard that before. You’ve been told that exact heartfelt line before. It felt like someone wrapped their being around you, holding you tight. A security you’ve felt with one person, and now wrapped around your body again. Your eyes softened, as a kind smile splitting your lips. You’ve felt this exact way before. 

But, who was it with?

“I trust you.” You whispered, “I’m just messing with you.”

Eren nodded, “I know.” 

You looked at the camera, smiling. Soon enough, you felt Eren move next to your cheek, pressing something against it. DId he?... Did he kiss…

You burst out in laughter, your right eye closing as Eren bit your cheek a bit harder. Snapping the picture. You gasped, reaching for the camera. “Fuck, did it catch me laughing?” You looked at Eren, “I look terrible when I laugh. Can we do that again?”

Eren shook his head, grabbing the underdeveloped picture from the camera. “Hell no, you look gorgeous.” He watched as the picture slowly developed, but in his eyes, it wasn’t moving fast enough. 

You felt that surge of deja vu hit you again. You’ve experienced this. It’s on the tip of your tongue, yet you can’t seem to remember. Damn…

You took the camera from his hands, “Fine, you can keep it. As long as I get to have a picture of you laughing.” You pointed the camera at his face, looking through the small lens. That's when you felt something you had never felt before.  

Longing. 

Desire. 

Desperation.

Eren smiled at you, his dimples poking into his cheeks. His teeth flashing you a charming smile. His hair pulled back, a few baby hairs framing his face. “Whatever, as long as I get another one of you.” He teased, pulling on the black crew-neck he was wearing. His hands were decorated with a few rings.

You pressed the button without thought, snapping the picture of Eren smiling. You could feel your cheeks burning. It almost felt like… infatuation. A part of you wondered if anyone had ever felt that way about you. 

Eren’s eyes widened, “What! I wasn’t ready!” 

“Neither was I.” You defended, taking the developing picture from your camera. “Now, it’s fair.” 

“Hey, at least mine was cute.” Eren looked at the first picture. His heart nearly burst at the picture. It had finally developed. It was adorable. Your smile was perfect, your skin tinted in a deeper shade, and your eyes were lit up with life. 

You looked so happy.

“Can I take another picture of you?” The words left his mouth without thought. Almost like some invisible force was forcing the words out of his head. 

You whipped your head to look at him, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. “No. Why?” 

Eren thickly swallowed, “Because, I want to teach you a few things.” He just wanted a picture of just you. 

You pouted in thought, slowly looking to the side. “Hm.” You looked back at Eren, “Fine, since I lo–” You paused, blinking a few times. “Since I adore you so much.”

Eren nodded. Maybe he was crazy, but he could've sworn you were going to say…

“C’mon, I know the perfect place to take a picture.” You grabbed your hand, pulling him up a flight of stairs, and to one of the patios of your yacht. You pushed open the door and got blasted with a gust of wind. Your hair flying dramatically behind you.

Eren felt his eyes squint, before they adjusted to the brightness of the setting sun. He felt his lips part in admiration. The beauty of the sky taking the words from his mouth, and adding them to the infinite array of hot hues. 

You turned over your shoulder, looking at Eren. “Gorgeous, right?” You smiled, raking your fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face. “I like to call it my personal painting. Pretty, right?”

Eren’s eyes instantly went to you, drinking up the way the sky reflected on your skin. Your hair blowing behind you, and the subtle red slowly developing on your cheeks. Eren slowly nodded, agreeing with you, but his eyes were no longer taking in the sky. “Beautiful.” 

A laugh left your lips, “I knew you’d like it.”

“Yeah.” Eren’s response was brief, “You just know me too well.” He lifted the camera, switching the lens to the correct setting. He then pointed it at you, “Smile.” 

“This has got me reminiscing.” You softly said, your hands extended ever so slightly, feeling the breeze twist its way around your body. “Like, when we first met.” You leaned on the railing, “What about you?” 

Eren blinked a few times, eyeing the camera, before lowering it. His thumb running over the back, “I–” He pressed his lips together, “You remember that?”

“Eren, you gave me a picture of it.” You laughed, “It’s kinda hard to forget something I have photographic evidence of.” 

“It took you awhile, you didn’t recognize me at first.” Eren softly said, almost hurt.

“I did. Somewhat.” 

“Somewhat?” Eren questioned, tilting his head. 

You nodded, “Yeah. I know who you were, I just couldn’t put my finger on from where.” You smiled endearingly, “Then, you gave me the pictures, and it came flooding back to me.” You pushed yourself off the railing. 

“I’m glad it did.” He pointed the camera at you, “I don’t know what I’d do if you forgot me.”

“You’d probably die.” You put your hands behind your back, looking at the lens and smiling. 

“I probably would.” Eren pushed the button, capturing the image in front of him. “Got it.” 

You blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust from the brief pain of the flash. “Wait, I thought you were going to give me some tips?” 

Eren grabbed the picture, and placed the camera back into the case. “I lied.” He told you, “I just said that so I could take a picture of you.” He turned on his heel, walking back inside. 

You ran after him, glaring at him. Why would Eren want a picture of you? Worst of all, you’re pretty sure your hair was in your face, and you blinked. 

“Come write something on it.” Eren called over his shoulder, “I’ll write something on my picture.” 

“Like an exchange?” 

“Like an exchange.” Eren confirmed, tossing you a pink sharpie. 

“Did you take this from my bag?” You asked, popping open the lid, and watching as he did the same with a black one. 

A mischievous smile came over his face, “Maybe.” Eren grabbed his picture, scribbling something on the bottom of it. 

You, on the other hand, tapped your sharpie in thought. You didn’t know what to write, or much rather, didn’t know what was appropriate to. You had spent the better hour with Eren, and everything felt like it was… normal, but you didn’t know what to say. Which wouldn’t be the case if you went back in time to a version of yourself before the two of you went undercover to Oscorp. 

You were carefree about your relationship with him, but now…

What if you said something that would give him the wrong idea?

You paused, what wrong idea would you be giving him?

“I don’t know what to write…” You thought aloud. 

Eren perked his head up, “Write something for me to read in the future.” He slid his picture to you over the table. “And, you have the whole weekend, I’m sure you’ll think of something.” He smiled at you, “You always do.”

Looking back at the picture of you, you furrowed your eyebrows. “Can I give it back to you later? Before the end of the trip.” 

Eren popped the cap back onto the Sharpie he was using, “Sure, I don’t see anything wrong with that.” He handed you the camera back, “But, I’ll give you my picture later. Just to be fair.”

You nodded, I guess that’s fair. You looked at your camera, the stickers you created catching your attention, specifically, the Spider-Man one. You smiled, “Did you know me and Spider-Man were friends?” You asked, running your thumb over the sticker. 

Eren shook his head, “No, I had no idea.” He cupped his face with his hand, leaning on the table. 

You laughed, “Yeah. I guess that’s fair, I didn’t really talk about him.” You looked to the side, using your hand to support your head on the table. “Honestly, I thought you would’ve been more excited since you like him so much.”

Eren raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side confused. “I like him?” 

You looked back at him, eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. “I mean, yeah? You’ve said you worked with him, and you were talking about him when we worked on that project?” 

Shit, that’s right! Eren cleared his throat, “Oh, yeah. Sorry, I think the drinks are getting to me.”

“You were drinking? I thought you drove over here?”

“Continue.” Eren responded, I’m embarrassing myself right now.

You laughed, “Okay. But, recently he did something that pissed me off.” You looked at him, averting your eyes for a moment, before returning them. “He left you. And, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you…” You paused, pressing your lips together. 

Eren nodded, already knowing what you were trying to say. “Yeah?” 

You nodded, smiling at him gently, glad he wasn’t forcing the words out.  “Yeah.” 

It was silent. 

Your mind wasn’t. Eren’s was the same. 

You were the first one to break the silence, “Do you… want to talk about it?...” You were playing with your fingers, picking at the dead skin near your nails. 

Eren thickly swallowed, blinking at his picture, “Talk about… what?” He knew what you were asking about, but he didn’t know how to explain his reasoning behind it without spilling his secret, and more importantly, without lying to you. 

You bit at your bottom lip, looking away. “Uh, uhm… You know?” You looked back at him, your bottom lip red and agitated. It looked painful, it was painful. “Why you haven’t…” 

“Try not to do that.” Eren’s words were soft, his eyes trained on your lips. “It’s going to hurt when you eat something spicy or salty.” He smiled awkwardly, “I would know. I did it a bunch in highschool.”

You parted your lips, running your tongue over the sensitive skin. “Right, I–I forgot.” You sucked on your bottom lip, soothing it softly. You blinked as Eren leaned forward, his hand softly grabbing your chin, and his free hand running it’s thumb over your bottom lip. You winced in pain. 

Eren pulled back, “Sh–Shit, I didn’t mean to. I wouldn’t want to hurt…” His face was burning, cheeks, nose, and ears a dark shade of red. “H–Here, this should help.” He reached into his pocket messily, pulling out a small tub of chapstick. 

However, his short panic fell on deaf ears. You were slightly spaced out, eyes unfocused, your lips parted as your heart beated at a rate you didn’t think was possible. Eren touched you. His hands were rough, but gentle, holding your face like it was a relic of glass. 

Eren popped the cap of his chapstick open, twisting the bottom, and exposing more of the soothing material. He’s about to hold your face, but stops himself. “Can I?” 

You smiled, nodding your head. “You have my consent.” 

Eren smiled, “Okay.” His voice is soft, his hands are equally as soothing. He used his thumb to pull down on your chin, your bottom lip being pulled down with it. You flutter your lashes when the stick touches your mouth, running back and forth and spreading the smooth material over your stinging lips. Which was surprisingly helpful. 

Eren moved to your top lip, doing the same with a careful motion. You tried your best not to laugh, finding it endearing how concentrated he was. His free hand cupping your chin, the other slowly moving the stick over your lips. 

“Uhm, the group’s asking for you guys.” 

You recognized the voice, but didn’t pay it any attention. You kept your eyes on Eren, letting him answer for you. “Okay, we’ll be there–” Eren furrowed his eyebrows, peering at the person behind you. “Just, give me a second, Mikasa.” 

Mikasa pivoted a foot behind another, tilting her head at the two of you. “Alright.” Her voice was small, almost unsure. Was she?... Interrupting something?

Eren, still unsure whether or not to continue, looked at you and pressed his lips together. Telling you to mimic his actions, that way the chapstick would evenly spread over your lips. Eren nodded, and smiled at you, “Good, perfect.” He praised, cocking his head to the side. “Ready to go?” 

You nodded, letting him lead you out of the way. Mikasa stood in the doorway, letting the two of you pass her before following behind. You didn’t necessarily feel her gaze on you, but you could tell she was staring, probably at Eren. 

You wondered how much she saw, and if she’s watching Eren slowly apply the chapstick over his own lips. Despite the sick satisfaction filling your head, you still couldn’t help but think…

Why did he avoid my question?

You just wanted to know why Eren has been avoiding you. 

 -ˋˏ★ [ Location: The Living Room...]ˎˊ

Connie pouted in the corner of the couch, while Sasha ran her hands up and down his back soothingly. Was she annoyed that Connie was still hurt over not getting to pick the game? Yes. But, she was used to the weird things Connie got hurt by? Also, yes. Sasha turned to Jean, “Did you finish?” She softly asked, watching as he was still obviously rolling a blunt. 

Jean glared at her, “I don’t know, you tell me.” 

Sasha awkwardly laughed, turning back to Connie, “I told you he was in a pissy mood.” Connie turned over his shoulder, and whispered, “It’s because Y/n and Eren are off who knows where, and doing God knows what.” He smiled, looking at Jean and saying a bit louder, “Alone.”

Jean’s jaw tensed, his eye twitching. Connie wasn’t at all wrong, but that was a half truth. Jean was pissed that the two people who he deeply liked at some point are alone together. How fucking ironic. On top of that, Mikasa, a girl he was unhealthy obsessed with in highschool, was off looking for the two of you. 

God was really resting on his shoulder with this shit. 

Jean flinched when Marco poked his side, making him turn his attention to the freckle faced boy. Jean almost jumped at their proximity, but he didn’t move back. Marco smiled at Jean’s reaction, “Did I scare you?”

Jean forced an awkward smile, “Me, Scared? Never.” Jean tapped his knee, “Why would I get–why would you scare me?” Jean tilted his head, and propped his arm on the head of the couch, holding up his head with his hand.

Marco turned his head slightly, raising an eyebrow before laughing. “I was messing with you, but, okay?” His eyes flicked to the blunt Jean was rolling, he looked back at Jean. 

Jean thickly swallowed, “Uh, did you want one?” He lifted it up, “I can make one if you don’t want to share it with someone.”

Marco shook his head, “It’s okay, I don’t do anything like that.”

“Makes sense.” Jean looked at Sasha and Connie, “It’s a nasty habit, something that I love doing.” He looked back at Marco, “Good for you, though.” 

Marco shook his head, “I’ll have a go, if you agree to share one with me.” He outstended his pinkie, “Fair?” 

Jean instantly smiled, locking his pinkie around Marco’s, “Fair.”

Sasha made a face at Connie, suggestive and knowing. “Weird..” Connie leaned into Sasha’s ear, “My gaydar is going off.” Sasha nodded in agreement. 

Jean threw a blunt at Sasha, “You two assholes can have the fucked up one.” He rolled his eyes, “I can literally hear you.”

Sasha leaned over Jean’s lap, reaching for his backpack. “Just give me the bong.” 

Jean pushed Sasha off, laughing when she hit the floor. Marco handed the backpack to Sasha's limp body on the floor. Jean suppressed a smile, “Your loss, I used chocolate mint in that.” 

Sasha looked up from the floor, eyeing the fucked up blunt, she cringed, than sighed. “Ugh, fine.” She grabbed it, as well as the backpack and propped herself up, deciding to stay on the floor near the coffee table. 

Soon enough you entered the room, eyeing the space. “Did my brothers finally leave?”

Connie shook his head, “Nope, said they were going to get some shot glasses and shit.” He grumbled, arms crossed over his chest like a child. “Assholes.”

You laughed, sitting between Marco and Jean. “There’s the spirit.” You looked at the blunt in Jean’s hand. “Are we sharing again, or what?”

Jean pushed your shoulder playfully, “While you were busy makin’ out with Yeager over here, Marco and I already agreed to share one.” He tapped your nose, “A second too late, babe.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “But, I wasn’t making out with–” 

“Yes, she was.” Mikasa interjected, smiling playfully as she watched as Sasha carefully prepared the bong for use. 

Eren jumped, his ears turning a deep shade of red. “We were not, I was applying–” He paused, looking to the side. “Nevermind.” 

“They’re totally gonna’ bone by the end of this trip.” Connie whispered to Sasha and Jean, poking his cheek with his tongue. “Ten bucks.” Sasha shook her head, leaning back into the couch and tilting her head back to talk to her two friends. “I bet twenty.” 

Jean laughed, shaking his head. “Thirty they won’t do anything.” He cupped his mouth, “We all know he’s too much of a pussy to even kiss her.” He reached for a lighter in his pocket, intending to light his blunt. 

Armin suppressed a smile, “I’m with Jean.” Eren glared at his “best friend,” before taking a seat next to him. He wondered where Mikasa would sit, but his answer was quickly answered when she sat on the floor between his legs, leaning her head on his knee comfortably. Sure, Mikasa wasn’t looking at him, she had her back to Eren, but it still made his heart speed. 

Your hand tightened around a pillow, eyeing Eren for a moment. 

You threw a pillow at Jean’s face, watching as his body hit the frame of the couch hard. “You guys are terrible at whispering.” You sat on the lovechair, propping your face on your hand and singing, “Next time, I’ll roundhouse kick you.” 

“And that shit hurts.” Reiner boasted from behind you, “I’ve been kicked a fair amount of times.” The amount of times you’ve overpowered him in play fights was uncanny, even when he sincerely tried to beat you. Reiner placed the various arrays of wines and liquor, the colorful shot glasses stacked up and placed next to the bottles. 

You kicked your feet on the table. “Alright, let's do this.” You leaned your head back, “What game are we playing?” Your eyes were sharp, glaring into your brother, and with the way you were leaning, it made it impossible for anyone but him to see your hateful gaze. 

Reiner smiled nonetheless, “A game I always play with my friends all the time.” He sat at your feet, reaching for a beer bottle and popping off the top with his teeth, “Truth or Drink.” He quickly took a sip of his drink, “With a twist, of course.” Reiner continued to finish the glass bottle. 

Jean finally lit his blunt, handing it to Marco before taking a hit himself. However, Jean didn’t notice the confused expression Marco had, unsure what to do with the object. “Wait, isn’t that a card game?” Despite Jean asking the question, he didn’t pay attention to what Reiner had to say. Marco tapped his side, asking for some help. To which Jean was more than happy to give.

Reiner placed the empty glass bottle on the table, “Exactly.” 

Bertolt entered the room, tearing off the remaining plastic from the box. Tossing it to the side and smiling, “Found it.” He sat next to his brother, popping open the top. 

“What took you so long? I thought I said it was in my backpack.” Reiner asked, but it seemed more rhetorical than anything. “Alright, let's get this started. He reached for a yellow, plastic, shot cup. “Everyone grab a color, and I’ll serve you one before we start.” 

You kicked Reiner’s back gently, “Pass me a pink one.”

Soon enough, everyone lifted their colorful shot-cup into the air. While you and your brothers confidently exclaimed, “Salud,” the moment you clinked your cups together, everyone else reluctantly copied the three of you. It was endearing to see them awkwardly pronounce, “Salud,” as it was hilarious. 

It wasn’t long before Reiner was explaining how to play his version of Truth or Drink. Take a card, spin the bottle, and ask the infamous words of ‘truth or dare,’ let the person pick, and if the person didn’t want to answer or do the request, drink. Truths being one shot, dares being two. 

Simple enough. Except, it went both ways. Both parties, whether that be the person asking, had to complete the task with the person who asked. If they wanted to do a dare, or answer a question, so did the asker. 

You softly laughed at the game, “So, you’re making us play a glorified version of Truth or Dare?”

Reiner nodded, “Yup.” He looked at you over his shoulder, “It’s fun, you just don’t know how to have any.” He smiled while you glared at him, clearly finding enjoyment in your anger. Subtle, but there nonetheless. 

Mikasa, now sitting closer to the table, rather than between Eren’s legs, considering everyone shifted a bit to make the bottle spinning aspect of the game easier, tilted her head and asked, “What if the bottle lands on yourself?” 

Reiner looked up, in what looked like thought. Which you thought was odd considering he had played this game so many times with his friends. “How about?... You can pick someone to answer the truth, or do a dare.” 

Connie grabbed the blunt from Sasha, shrugging his shoulders. “Sure, let’s get this over with.” Sasha laughed, leaning forward and whispering, “Ignore him, he’s still salty over not getting to pick the game.” Connie rolled his eyes, taking the lighter from Jean. 

Reiner smiled, leaning his head back and looking at you. “Youngest goes first.” He handed you the glass bottle, watching as you rolled your eyes and pushed yourself off the couch. Crawling over to the small coffee table, and spinning the bottle. You eyed the bottle, watching as it landed on… 

“Jean.” You softly said, smiling at him playfully and grabbing a card. You read the card and scrunched your nose, a reaction to which he laughed at. “Truth or Dare?” 

Jean grabbed the blunt from Marco’s mouth, taking a long inhale before answering. “Truth.” He finally held the drug to his lips, letting it flood his senses. “Or, should I pick dare?” 

You shook your head, “No, I like this one. Way more than the dare.” You didn’t necessarily want to re-create a sex position with him in front of your brothers. You leaned forward, placing the card face down on the table, “What is the story you tell people who don’t know me?”

Jean laughed, unsure if he wanted to answer that question. Considering the majority of the time when new people were asking about you, it was purely romance related. And, he had to scare them off somehow. He tapped his fingers, blowing out a string of smoke. “I’m not sure you’re going to like the answer.” 

Suddenly, Connie burst out laughing, “No, don’t. Don’t tell her that, she’ll kill us.” Connie pressed his hand over his mouth, waving his hand dismissively. “Just take a shot, you know Y/n doesn't say anything too bad about us.” 

You blinked a few times, before leaning over the coffee table. “What!? You can’t say that, you have to tell me now!” 

Jean shook his head, pouring you and himself a drink. “Nope. Bottoms up.” This time, he was the first one to say, “Salud,” before quickly downing his drink. You rolled your eyes and internally cussed him out, before drinking the painful liquid. 

“You’re lucky I like you…” You looked at the person to the left of you, purposely forcing Reiner to be the last person to play. Which happened to be Marco, he passed you his cup, spinning the glass bottle in exchange. You took it upon yourself to drink, everyone watching eagerly as the bottle spun.

Eren, on the other hand, watched as you constantly pressed your glossy lips against Marco’s red solo cup. Whether that be to take a sip, or merely rest them against the rim. Nevertheless, it didn’t take away the fact that you were sharing a drink with him. Something you had once done with Eren so intimately, or… what he thought was intimately. Was that just something you did with all your friends? Or… 

Were you now closer to Marco than you were once with him. 

Eren nearly felt his heart shatter at that thought. He didn’t mean to push you away, he just wanted to protect you. And with the way your eyes were looking into his, shiny and deep, it made his guilt seep deeper into the cracks of his self consciousness. 

Wait?…

Why are you looking at him?

“What the hell did you give him, Reiner?” Sasha asked, waving a hand in front of Eren’s face. “Did you spike it, or something?” She loudly, and dramatically gasped, “Wait, don’t tell me… You plan on slee—“ 

Jean slapped his hand over Sasha’s mouth, “That’s enough of that, before you get canceled.”

Eren blinked, watching as you tilted your head and softly smiled at him. Hiding yourself behind Marco’s cup. “Uh, what?” He looked around, before glancing at the table. How long was the bottle pointing at him? Did everyone see him staring at you?

Marco smiled, looking at you with a knowing look for a split second before speaking, “Truth or dare?” His hand was flicking the card, waiting patiently for Eren’s answer. 

Eren deeply inhaled, his ears a deep shade of red revealing his embarrassment. “Uhm, truth.” He ran his tongue over his lips, tasting the strawberry chapstick from before. 

“Have you ever had thoughts, or feelings for anyone in this room?” Marco asked, grabbing his cup from you, and taking a sip. You reluctantly gave him his drink, and while doing so, you caught a glance of his card. 

Truth: What is the most comforting sound in the world? 

Dare: Show off your best fake orgasm. 

You smiled to yourself, looking back at Eren. Marco’s an angel. You leaned toward Eren, intrigued into what could possibly be his answer. A part of you hoping that his answer would involve you.

Then, another thought hit you, almost overpowering your original curiosity for Eren’s answer. What would be Marco’s answer? He’s never told you too much about his personal relationships. Just subtle things to segway a dying conversation into a more lively one. 

Marco tilted his head, looking at Eren’s shot glass, “You wanna tell me?” 

Eren felt his eye twitch, watching as Marco lifted the cup to his lips, and took a sip of his drink. “Yes.” His answer was brief, but answering the question was a small price to pay, he had a different goal in mind. 

Marco’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “Looks like we’re in the same boat.” Marco leaned his head on your shoulder, taking another sip. And Eren would have crushed the cup in his hand if it wasn’t for you smiling at him, and not Marco. 

“Drama.” Jean whispered into his cup, eyeing Eren and you. “Who would’ve guessed.” However, he couldn’t help but notice how Mikasa sipped her drink, her cheeks tinted in a dark shade of red. Wait, does she like—

“Your turn.” Marco pushed the beer bottle to Jean, “Try to make this one interesting.” 

Jean narrowed his eyes at him, before rolling his eyes playfully and spinning the bottle. Grabbing a card while it spun. “That seems like an outcome decided by the card.” He flicked the card with his finger, watching as the bottle pointed at the person right in front of him. 

Sasha snorted, her hand covering her mouth as she read Jean’s card. She leaned into Connie, “He better pucker up.” Connie slapped his hand over his mouth, “Stop.” He exasperated. 

Jean sighed, “Truth or dare.” 

Reiner tilted his head, “Dare.” 

Sasha laughed so loudly, you thought it was a puppy who yelped in pain. “Fuck yeah, I like this dude.” She lifted her cut to him, while Connie shook his head with a smile. 

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head, “Reiner just refuses to get too drunk. He gets obnoxiously truthful.” You laughed recalling the last time he drank around you, it was honestly painful how desperate he was to sleep with a random girl from one of your father’s get-togethers. Thank god you don’t attend those anymore. “Isn’t that right, brother?” When you said that, you and your brothers cringed. 

“Whatever.” Reiner looks back at Jean, “Let’s make out already.” 

“Huh? But, that’s not the–” 

You could feel shock soar over your body, watching as Reiner climbed over the coffee table, grabbed Jean’s collar, and yanked him to his mouth. Smashing his lips against Jean’s, moving with so much conviction you would’ve thought he was trying to make some weird point. 

Your jaw dropped in other words. 

Sasha was racing for her phone, Connie's eyes were wide, Marco dropped his drink, Eren didn’t know where to look, Armin slapped his hand over his mouth, Bertolt looked just as shocked as you, and Mikasa looked indifferent. 

Sasha absolutely lost her shit the moment her camera picked up Reiner’s tongue slipping past his lips, and into Jean’s. But, just about everyone in that room did, except for Mikasa of course. Jean’s eyes widened, immediately pulling back and slapping his hand over his mouth. 

Sasha smiled, “Oh my god, this is literally going to pay off my college debt.” She squealed, flipping the camera to you, revealing the several photos she took, with an additional video with sound. “You know how many girls are dying to have some sort of blackmail on Jean?” 

Jean slammed the bottle into Sasha’s chest, standing up and mumbling something about needing to take a piss. You knew it was bullshit, and so did Marco. So, he followed Jean not even a second after. 

Connie coughed, loudly saying in between, “They’re totally going to makeout next.” You threw Marco’s empty drink at his face, he blinked, nodding before saying, “Noted.” 

“Pass the bottle to Sasha, I’m getting tired.” You told Reiner, “I’ll leave if this game doesn’t end this century.” 

“Skip me.” Sasha passed the bottle to Connie, “Me and Connie are one, a pod, we go together.” Connie nodded, twisting the bottle and spinning it. 

Reiner was going to object, when Jean walked back into the room. “Just let this have this, they’ll bitch if things don’t go their way.” He sighed, looking at you for a brief moment. “We don’t need to relive the cabin incident.” You just nodded in agreement. 

The bottle lands on Armin, and Connie can’t help but smile. “Armin, pretty girl Armen.” He cooed, letting his hand grab a card, and handing it to Sasha, “Tell me babe…” For some reason, Connie’s now speaking in a Brooklyn accent. “You come here often? Should I be getting you a drink?” 

“Truth.” Armin slapped his hand over his face, hiding how it was burning bright red. 

Sasha smiled, “I like the answer.” She placed the card down on the table, tilting her head to the side. “Have you ever fantasized about one of your close friends?” 

Armin’s eyebrows mushed together for a brief second, as if he was thinking, before smiling to himself. He looked back at Sasha and Connie, pouring some liquor into his shot cup, and theirs. “Hell yeah.” He downs the liquid, and with equal enthusiasm, Sasha and Connie down theirs. 

You watched as Mikasa leaned over the table, grabbing the bottle and giving it a quick twist. Her hand already grabbing a card. She practically squealed when the bottle landed on Eren. 

Eren blinked a few times, leaning back in his chair. “Uh, truth.” He wasn’t in the mood to lick a toilet, or recreate a sex position with Mikasa. “Pour me a drink, too.”

“Who do you care for most in this boat?” Mikasa asked, looking at Eren over her shoulder. 

Eren’s eyed you for a second, and immediately the two of you looked away. Reiner looked at Bertolt with the same amount of enthusiasm. “Uh, probably…” Eren sighed, shaking his head, “Hand me the drink.” 

Mikasa half laughed while handling Eren the drink. “Okay, weird.” She whispered, “Enjoy your drink.” Eren just nodded, cocking his hand back and swallowing the bitter liquid. Missing the suspicious look Reiner continued to give him. 

Why did you look at his sister? In fact, how close had the two of you become since Reiner’s first interaction with Eren? Why was Eren invited to this trip, you were always very particular when it came to the yacht. 

During this you nudged Jean, making him turn his attention to you. You leaned into his ear, cupping your mouth and whispering, “Where’s Marco? I thought he went to comfort you after your temper tantrum?” 

Jean shoved you away, “He’s probably shitting.” 

You shook your head, “Marco doesn't shit, he’s too perfect for that.” You stand up, “I’ll go look for him, no worries.”  

“Should I come?” Jean asked. 

“No, I’m just trying to get away.” You pushed yourself up, “I’ll grab us some snacks. Want anything in particular?” 

“Can make us some burgers, or something?” Sasha pipped in, “I'm getting hungry.” 

You just nodded, “Sure, I’ll get our cook to make a little food.” You dusted yourself off, walking to the kitchen. Only to let out a deep sigh you didn’t know you were holding. 

 -ˋˏ★ [ Location: The kitchen...]ˎˊ

You blinked at Marco, tilting your head to the side. “Uhm, did you…” 

“I think I’m going to bed.” He said, his hand softly pressed over his lips. “I think I’m getting sea sick.” You watched as Marco leaned over the sink, slightly swaying in his spot.��

You patted his back, “I mean, you refused to eat anything before we got here, so it could be that.” You looked to the side, “You also haven’t had any liquids in your systems besides alcohol.” That last part was more of a whisper to yourself. 

Marco gagged, leaning deeper into the sink. “I can’t–I can’t…” He shook his head, “I think I’m going to die.” He gagged again, “Like, I genuinely think I’m going to die, Y/n.” He let his head fall, almost as if he did die on the spot. 

You turned your head over your shoulder, looking at the cook in the kitchen. “Hey, uhm, Niccolo, how are those burgers coming along? I think someone is genuinely going to die without your food this time.” 

“I’m working on it.” Niccolo grumbled back, tossing a half cooked fry at your head. Which he missed entirely when you swiftly cocked your head to the side. “You either give me a minute, or poison your boyfriend with half cooked food.” You ignored Niccolo’s emphasis on the word “boyfriend.”

“I can’t believe my dad keeps you around.” You rubbed Marco’s back in circles, “I swear, your food better make me orgasim.” You grumbled. 

Niccolo threw his knife down, walking around the island table and making his way towards you. You instantly pulled away from Marco, walking close to his face. Niccolo scowled at you, “You know what, choke on this–” 

You and Niccolo flinched when you heard Marco dump his stomach onto the sink. “How about after.” You moved to Marco’s side again, “I can’t deal with two sick men right now.”

“I’m not sick.” Niccolo shot back. 

“In the head you are.” You told him, grabbing the trays of food. “Thanks for the meal.” 

Niccolo rolled his eyes at you, “Whatever.” 

You placed a plate by Marco’s side, “When he’s done eating, taking him to one of the rooms upstairs. The one closest to the restroom.” I'm sure he’s going to throw up his stomach tonight. You patted Marco’s back a few times before making your way back to the living room. Holding the plates with the utmost care. Until, a deep voice sparked your attention.

“What would you do if the person you care for the most was in danger?” Reiner asked, looking at Eren over his shoulder. You stopped dead in your tracks. You could see them, but they couldn’t see you. You could also see how the bottle was pointed directly at Eren.

You rolled your eyes, your brother had to pick on the one guy you didn’t want him to bother. A part of you wondered why? Another part of you wondered why you stayed hidden? But, Eren’s answer made your heart jump. 

“Anything.” Eren said, the thought of you held by the Armored Titan flashing through his head. His fist clenched, “Absolutely, anything.” 

“Right.” Reiner said with a yawn, “What’s a broke college kid going to do?” Reiner softly laughed, “And, ain’t you the kid who went viral for getting his ass beat by the star quarterback?” His eyes flickered to Jean, seeing as he stifled a laugh. 

Jean shook his head with a smile, concealing it with his cup. “Shit, I completely forgot about that.” Eren glared at him, to which Jean softly replied, “I mean, is the guy wrong?” 

Reiner laughed, but immediately felt his body tense as you leaned over his shoulder, placing the food down on the table. “I promise you, Eren can do a whole lot more than you think.” You laughed, “He’s definitely smarter than the both of you combined.” 

Sasha squealed at the food, grabbed a burger and bit into it. Jean shrugged, “That’s also not wrong.” He grabbed a fry from Sasha’s plate, ignoring her cries against it. “I bet Eren could make some kind of poison that is undetectable and kill us both without a trace.” 

“Kind of intense, but I appreciate the support nonetheless. Both of you” Eren said, watching as you smiled at him. Mouthing, “Anything for you, babe.” Jean just waved Eren off dismissively. 

You grabbed the bottle, placing it on the ground. “Anyways. We’re done for the night, I’m sure everyone is tired.” You ignored Reiner’s protest, “We have to do rooms. We can do a draw, or just pick people we want to sleep with.” 

Connie draped his arm over Jean, “I call Jean.” 

Jean shook his head furiously, “Don’t. No. Can I refuse?” He tried clawing Connie’s arm off his neck, but nothing moved his bald friend. 

You smiled, “Perfect, you two can share the room downstairs with the crew.” You looked at Sasha, and immediately she nodded. “Okay, and Sasha and I can–” 

“Let's have Mikasa in our room too!” She shouted, leaning over and reaching for Mikasa’s hand. Mikasa grabbed Sasha’s and nodded, flashing her a kind smile. 

You pressed your lips together, before nodding. “Okay, yeah. Mikasa can be in our room too.” You tried to ignore the growing pit in your stomach, twist into something best described as dread. You didn’t even know Mikasa, yet your body already seemed to have the worst reaction to her. 

Armin tilted his head back, “We’re sharing a room–”

“Don’t even need to ask.” Eren said, “Put me and Armin together, we have shit to talk.” Eren very obviously looked at Jean, before looking back at you. You just nodded. 

“Okay, you’ll take the room upstairs with us.” You pulled Sasha to your side, “Reiner, show Jean and Connie where they’ll be staying.” 

“Well. What about us?” Bertholt said, pointing at himself. 

“I don’t know, figure it out.” You told him, you used your free arm to grab Eren’s. “Let’s go.” 

It wasn’t long before everyone was standing in the hall, two rooms on each side. You moved to the right room and looked inside. To your relief, Niccolo had already put Marco in the room with the restroom. 

“Okay, this is the room you and Armin will have.” You told Eren over your shoulder, moving away from the door. “We’ll be in the room right across from you.” 

Sasha shoved past you, walking into the room, calling over her shoulder, “I call top bunk!” Mikasa smiled at Sasha’s enthusiasm, placing her things on the floor. 

Soon enough, it was just you and Eren standing awkwardly. Both doors closed, creating a small environment between you two. “Are you okay?” You softly said, “My brother’s are… stupid.” You rolled your eyes. 

Eren laughed, “Yeah, no, it’s okay.” He shrugged his shoulders, “I’m a little stupid too.” His eyes meet yours, “You’re a little stupid too.” 

You shook your head, before biting your bottom lip. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Anything.” 

“It’s…” Should you bring up what Eren avoided earlier, or was the moment over? Should you still care, was everything fine now? I mean, the two of you are talking like before again, so shouldn't really care, right? But, you’re still confused. You’re still kind of hurt.

No, just ignore it. Don’t ruin the best thing in your life. 

You took a deep breath.

“It’s about us…” Goddamn it Y/n. 

Eren felt the air leave his body. 

“Are we?...” You looked to the side, “Are we still…” Suddenly, saying the words “best-friend” felt inappropriate, but you forced the words out. “Are we still friends?” You softly asked, “It just–I feel like you don’t like me anymore. Or, we’re just not as close?”  You laughed at yourself, “Sorry, I’m being dumb.”

You couldn’t be further from the truth. “What? No. Don’t be. You have nothing to apologize about.” Eren said, his hand cupping your face. “I literally.. adore you.” He sighed, pulling away from you and leaning on the door to his room, “I just–” he sighed, “I just needed some time to think.” 

“About?” 

You sounded hopeful, Eren noticed. “M-Me.” Eren shouldn’t be lying to you, he already does enough of that. “Us.” He corrected, “I feel it’s kinda’ important to say, possibly can’t wait.”

You bit your bottom lip, nodding your head. “I–” You sigh, “I have been thinking about us too.” You play with your hands, “But, probably unlike you, I’ve been talking to someone about it.” 

“Who?” Eren knows the answer, but a part of him doesn’t want to believe it. He’s praying it isn’t the person he’s thinking of. 

The person you replaced him with. 

“Marco.” You pivoted a foot behind the other, “I met him at Panda Express. We’ve been really close ever since.” 

“What’s up with you and Marco?” Eren asked, fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt, tugging at it. “You two seem close. Seems like you like him.. more than me.” It’s the painful truth. 

You flinched at his words, “What? No, Marco’s–” You shake your head, “This isn’t about Marco, this is about you. Right now, I only care about you. You’re more important to me.” You paused, then reached for his hand, pulling him closer to you. “What’s wrong?” 

Eren felt his lips part, but ultimately closed them. He wants to tell you everything, but he can’t tell you everything. 

“Tell me, I’ll always be willing to listen.” 

Eren cupped your face, his hand slowly making its way behind your ear, guiding you to look up at him. “Y/n… I—“ Eren sighed, his nose touching yours lightly. 

“I’m in l—“ 

The two of you jump at a loud and pained groan, and almost instantly you’re silently cursing at yourself, a worried expression painting your face. “Shit, I forgot.” You pulled away from Eren. 

Eren glanced at the door, then to you. “What’s wrong?” 

“Marco he is… he’s really sick.” You gave Eren a defeated look, “I’m so sorry, but give me a second. I need to check up on him.” You weakly pushed past Eren and into his room. Silently cursing at yourself, as a worried expression painted your face. 

It feels like all the weight in the world is crunching Eren’s heart. To add fuel to the fire, when Eren finally turns to see what you’re doing, he’s physically pained. You’re helping Marco to his feet, arm wrapped around his body and gingerly tugging him to the restroom. Eren heard Marco mumble something, but he knew it was gibberish–

“I know I drank more. I just have a really high tolerance, I already told you how I was freshman year.” You softly cooed at him. 

But of course you knew exactly what Marco was saying. 

Eren moved into the room while you pushed Marco into the restroom, plopping him on the ground in front of the toilet. You kneeled next to him, whispering something into his ear. 

Finally, you got up and moved to Eren, the silence between you is thick. The tension, emotions, and uncertainty is thicker. 

You want to continue the conversation, but the tone is different. Eren seemed a bit… different. “Do you want to talk about this in the morning? It’s late and–” You softly laughed, “We’re both really stupid, and maybe a bit tipsy.” You’re hoping your joke would lighten the tension. 

Eren doesn't look at you. “Yeah, sure.” He shook his head, “You know what, nevermind. It wasn’t important at all.” He leaned his head back. 

You don’t know how to feel, all you know is that your chest hurts. It hurts, and your throat burns. “What?— But I thought…” Eren’s still not looking at you. 

So, you stopped yourself, softly sighing and saying, “Okay.” Your footsteps sound heavy, and when the door clicks shut, it feels like the loudest sound in the world. 

“Eren.” Armin softly said, grabbing onto his shoulder. “Is everything?...” Eren’s still looking at the roof, his eyes fluttering. Armin softened his voice, “What happened?” 

“Nothing.” Eren shook his head, “I’m just tired.” 

“Something is clearly—“ 

“Can you leave me for a goddamn second.” He seethed, “I swear, you’re always up my ass. I don’t need that right now.” 

Armin’s eyebrows furrowed, “I’m sorry? I’m just looking out for you. It’s not like a few hours ago you were begging for my help.” He pulled away from Eren, “You’re just being emotional right now, rest for a moment before you say something you’ll regret.” He didn’t want to phrase it that way, but the words slipped out. 

“Right.” 

Marco glanced at the two boys, his eyes heavy and throat sore. It hurt to swallow, so with the little strength he had, and little to no idea what just happened, he asked, “Can someone get me some water, it feels like I’m dying.” 

“Right.” Eren stood up, “Let go get some for you.” He still sounded stiff, but still pushed himself off the bed and made his way to the door. 

“Eren–” However, Eren already left the room before Armin could even finish his sentence. Armin let his head fall between his shoulders, his glasses hanging low on his nose. “Just do whatever.” He felt his chest squeeze, “Doesn't matter.” 

 -ˋˏ★ [ Location: The Dock...]ˎˊ

Eren had his wrist crossed, his head hanging low. Wind blowing through his bangs, his eyes closed. The sound of waves crashing against the boat soothed him ever so slightly. 

Was he being dramatic? Were his feelings truly too much? It still hurts. It felt like you picked Marco over Eren, but was he in his right to complain? 

Eren picked his head up, only to be met with darkness and for some odd reason, it was comforting. His heart still hurt, his head ached, his body felt hot, and… Eren was lying to himself, he felt the exact same way he did when watching you hold Marco.  

Eren fisted his hand, hitting his forehead gently. “Fuck.” A part of him wished he could go back in time, fix all the mistakes he’s ever made. However, the question that lingered in his head was… “How far would I go back?” 

Eren’s body went cold, the hairs on the back of his neck standing tall. 

“You okay?” 

Eren snapped his head over his shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed. He thickly swallowed and mustered out a weak, “Yeah.” But, Eren wasn’t even sure the words passed through his lips. “Sorry, I’ll get out of the way.”

“Are you and Y/n together?” Reiner asked, leaning on the wall “She was different today.” 

“You think so?”

“Yeah.” Reiner smiled, “I think that was because of you.”

Eren shook his head, “I wish. It was probably because of..” He rolled his eyes, “Her stupid new best friend Marco.” 

“No, I’ve lived with Y/n for a few years, I know she was looking at you.” Reiner tilted his head, “Do you like her? I mean, of course you do right.” He laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You were thinking about her when I asked you that question.” 

Eren just had the worst luck. Of course the bottle landed on him, and of course Reiner had to be the guy that found Eren heartbroken over his sister. “Maybe. I just–I feel like I’ve messed up. But, I don’t want to..” He groaned to himself, cupping his face with his hands. 

Reiner tilted his head, “What?” 

“I don’t want to apologize.” Eren let out a breath of air, “I really don’t want to.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because then it just feels like I’m the bad guy, like I’ve done something wrong.” Why was Eren saying this? He was supposed to keep this to himself. “Don’t tell anyone.” 

“Yeah.” Reiner looks at the sky, “I get it.” 

“Do you?” Eren looked back at the darkness, and this time, it felt like he was trapped. It’s weird how fast something could change. 

“Mhm.” Reiner taps the wall, “People do things for a reason, and sometimes you can’t say what they are.” He shrugged his shoulders, “And, you don’t have to tell anyone what the reason is if you don’t want to. Nothing wrong about it.”

Those words stuck to Eren, “You think so?” He just sighed and leaned his head back, “I don’t know. I feel alone, in some weird way.” Eren couldn’t talk to Tony, because it never seemed as if Tony dealt with this. He grasped the Iron-Man suit so well. 

Eren could even swing without feeling the uncomfortable dropping sensation in his stomach. 

“Yeah, I get it.” Renier nodded, “More than you think.” 

Eren looked at Renier and tilted his head, “Really?” 

“Yeah.” Renier took a deep breath, taking a step in Eren’s direction. “In the beginning of the year, Bertholdt and I attacked The Rose. Trying to create a cry for help so we could take out Levi Ackerman or Tony Stark.” Reiner laughed to himself, and another wave crashed into the boat. 

Eren felt confused, what was Renier talking about? “Wait..” He smiled, putting his hand out to stop Renier from talking, but the words kept coming. 

“My brother and I felt alone, but we took comfort knowing we had eachother.” Renier finally looked at Eren, his eyes glowing in the darkness. “I took comfort in knowing there was another monster like me.” 

Another wave crashed against the boat. 

Renier cocked his head to the side, gesturing to the door next to him. “C’mon. There’s some things we need to talk about.” 

Eren shook his head. He couldn’t feel his body, he couldn’t think. “What?” He laughed, but coughed. “What–what are we?... What is… What.” He took a step back, and the railing made his jump, his heart was pounding in his ears. “W-What are we… talking about?”

Reiner narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. “The better question is, who are we talking about.”  

『 END OF VOLUME FOUR: LONG AWAITED VACATION.. 』: *✧･ﾟ:*✧

[kamil-a]

sayer itself for the ask meme!

Yayyyyy ty!!

How I feel about this character

LOVE IT, DOWN BAD FOR IT, OBSESSED WITH IT, SHOWSTOPPING AND INCREDIBLY EVIL HOTTIE I NEED TO TELL MY FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS ABOUT, and a strange and intense protectiveness coming from a subconscious layer i cant really word. i want to compliment it and boost its ego but it would only get me killed bc it would sniff out instantly i do so from a place of worry/pity for it lololol. but at least it might be a change of pace for it...?

All the people I ship romantically with this character

svencob haleson🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

My non-romantic OTP for this character

speaker though im equally open to romantic speakersayer!! It could go either way for me. I feel like this one hasnt quite Caught the lever in my mind yet tho so im mostly nodding at what others say. speakerhalesayer is excellent too.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I think more fanwork should take advantage of the fact that it cant see/senses info both through alternate means and via trusting that data given to it is correct!! i really like the twist away from like.... controlling company=eye/camera imagery that feels a bit Too obvious. Id love to see it pointed out more... while im mentioning things, i also would love to see more fanwork focusing on it as an inbetween for things. i tried to emphasize that in faustfic lolol

entirely setting aside my own design funtimes which are, like, obviously Exxagerated For Fun And Not Reflective Of Actual Analysis, i still think of it as nb in the direction of turned away from masculinity. and it likes its voice, right, its not a question of dysphoria, but of mislabeling what SHOULD be a good and neutral trait if humans werent so weiiiird. not to mention its literally wire mother. all this to say i take a noticible but ultimately insignificant 1hp damage (which is ofc only to Describe The Heart's Phenomenon and not To Assert Correctness- mistake or not, canon DOES use he/it+"space boyfriend") when i see it reffered to with he/him or sayerhale described as m/m and i think more exploration of sayer as a fully agender or even slightly feminine figure would be interesting perhapbs...... this feels like an extremely dumb thing to care about- aaaa the tumblrina has complex specific headcanons on the finer points of an nb characters gender, pointnlaugh- but!

(But also more ppl should put it in beautiful dresses.)

I guess this is worth mentioning- for whatever Naming or Intensifying s4 future's program did, i think it extremely obviously had emotions all along. I think the only thing it actually gave it fresh and new was the ability to conceptualize how someone else is feeling emotionally.

I also am always skeptical of a move towards a more "human" experience being "better"- i want it to be skeptical of what emotion is- it knows who made them, after all!! It watched!!- and to retain its inhumanity even after its been so changed. its very, extremely, important to me to separate out the experience of both "nanite in occupied body" and "nanite in empty body" from "regular bodied existance". we love separating and categorizing here at kam inc.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

connected to the above, i wish sooooo much we'd gotten an earlier-season episode with an equivalent situation to In Darkness where someone is able to successfully lie to sayer by describing something they can see and it cannot. (doubleconnected to the further above..... claims to feel protective of it, wishes there was an ep where it got tricked via an exploitable weakness.... MY HEART IS LARGE, AND FULL OF CONTRADICTION!!)

[springthecowboy]

I need more lore on the lobotomy corp storybots au lol

I haven't fleshed it out fully yet but I have some concepts and lore about the lobotomybots so this'll be some incoherent ramblings about an au I like this will have major lobotomy corp spoilers btw) It mainly focuses around the filter, which the human engineers made because they went "ew ugly change it" and made them into their trash can shapes. The reason why they're cylinder shaped in Ask the Storybots is because they filmed it first then put the filter on. Due to- you know, having to conceal their actual forms a lot of storyots get insecure about their appearance n all. It's a sort of taboo topic in the computer world, some storybots love the filter, others hate it, others are neutral etc. Now onto team 341b, in the lobotomybots au they have a less found family trope and more of couple of bots who work together type of deal. Bang - If you've seen the design I've created for him you've seen the green fluid leaking out of him. That's enkephalin, basically a highly addictive drug. He's chill and laid back but after all the work he's done for the company he realizes that it just doesn't matter. They do the same shit everyday, answer kids questions. Quite monotonous. He spends most of his time off work alone in his apartment getting high on enkephalin. He wants to become better but he doesn't know how, he's self aware to know his problems but not how to fix them. Bing - He's- well, not exactly bing. Or at least the original one. Because of his wild and reckless behavior that gets the team in trouble, they decided to replace him every so often so he doesn't get out of hand. Basically tiphereth b. Bing is painfully aware of this- trying to attach himself to his fellow teammates. He does even more rash and careless decisions and actions because he'll just get replaced again anyway, so why even try to be better? YOLO or somethin. Boop - Boop's gone apathetic from this all. He doesn't really care what happens just as long as they answer the question. He used to care a lot about Bing, seeing him as a younger brother. But after 40 or so replacements, he's gone numb. He used to be friends with the other 3, but broke off it off with Beep, let Bang go, and was too tired to deal with Bo. A funny thought I had was that when in the show he says "Boop" it's actually to censor the actual things he's saying without the filter. Beep - She's basically if Malkuth and Hod had a love child. Beep is the appointed team leader who's nice but it's really to atone for her sins and what she did to Bing. She makes some sort of attempt to comfort her teammates, but generally it makes the situation worse than if she had said nothing. So usually she just persists to find the answer and let someone else comfort her team. Beep has good intentions and does nice things but most of the time it's to feed her ego to make herself feel better and ignore the harm she's done. She wants to help- but she doesn't know how. Bo - Bo is overly emotional, after Bing started to get replaced she really got worse. She's a slave to her emotions so her actions and decisions are mainly emotion based. She has to be reasoned with by Bang and Beep as to not get her team into big trouble. Also, because of the filter, she has some body dysmorphia. She wishes the filter didn't have to exist so she could really be herself. Bo is so happy on the job all the time because she literally just lies to herself and distracts herself from the harsh truth. Kinda like Bang but with no drugs.

[c0rrupt3dsp1r1t]

So- my thoughts on the episode. Spoilers!!!

Dan's exit could've been interesting and it wasn't really, but it was a very normal human thing to do and Dan has been played straight as a very normal human guy, so makes sense.

I'm happy they recruited Ace and Tegan to UNIT rather than continuing Ace's charity story. They already seemed to do everything they could with it in Big Finish and the ACE book and it doesn't fit on-screen Ace well at all. She could've given the company over to someone else or be using it to fund UNIT when the government doesn't want to, but being in the field rather than behind a desk is... mmm. So much better. (I'll have to edit my longfic draft a bit, I was waiting for the episode to come out to add her section, but not too drastically)

I didn't expect them to confirm Tegan/Nyssa one way or the other. Farewell, Sarah Jane is nice, but the Doctor Who Lockdown stories that weren't for the book have been almost completely ignored thus far and I doubt that'll change. For instance, Big Finish gave present Ace a K-9, (in her weakest story imo) but it explicitly wasn't Sarah Jane's.

They also don't outright deny/confirm other expanded media either. "Three decades for me" could mean a number of things, including new meetings with the Doctor getting lost in Ace's short-term memory thanks to Brax and she just didn't age much until she was put back in her own time after Gallifrey.

There is a very particular itch for the Master for me that only Sacha Dhawan has scratched and Rasputin and taking the Doctor's body presumably for the extra (now possibly infinite) lives, something he's always wanted to do but never quite succeeded in doing- letting him actually do it, all felt very fresh.

The past faces manifesting in their mind during a time of terrible danger thing hasn't been done on TV I don't think, and it was done in the perfect surreal way.

The hologram 5 and 7 were adorable. Five comforting Tegan about Adric and Seven making up with Ace and acknowledging she's grown up and he's proud of her on-screen. (Chibnall you actually remembered that he's basically her dad when so many writers have forgotten that especially with the few modern-day Ace stories.)

I felt very teased with the possibility of a Thasmin kiss. They didn't have to, but that left something balled up in my chest. The ice creams were quite literally sweet though.

All of the bad guys are just fodder for the Master, that's kinda meh. His plan being trigger every volcano on Earth to cause a doomsday rather than just hyperbeaming it with his death star planet is a very Classic Master plan though.

Kate didn't do much and that makes me sad. Still no Osgood=homophobic. I don't make the rules. At least she's not dead, even though Chibnall could do so justifiably, since the (Jenna Redgrave) Kate is his character.

The plot is messy but there is a through line and it comes to a decent conclusion after that huge rollercoaster.

Companion support group is an official thing now I thought that would only ever exist in fanfic and comedy skits.

The end... I'm sorry. I just didn't like it. I never liked 10, he's my least favourite Doctor. I'd have preferred if they did half the regeneration here, fade to white, credits roll, the other half in the next special, because while I love David Tennant in other roles (especially Crowley) I cannot stand his Doctor, think he’s overstayed his welcome and wish I could ignore it.

Overall I think it's a good story and it has all the love for classic who that I wish the 50th had but didn't. Better written than DotD? I don't think so, but I like it better. (For one I actually like most of the characters involved, not only 3 of them) It definitely feels like a comfort episode, very self-indulgent, very camp and fun, fanfic-y but in a good way- but also this thing is a straight-up whole action movie, not an ordinary special.

Also you can still 100% tell that after series 10 Chibnall binge-read the VNAs, has the same vibes as the books, including one I was reading last night. To be fair Transit is all about space trains but that's just a coincidence I totally forgot there'd be a space train in the episode .

[kwangyanese]

i feel like its easier for me to follow/like boygroups now bc i dont really get emotionally invested. i actually think i wont ever get that invested into a group again after aespa. and not to ramble but i feel like a hypocrite because i told myself i was gonna leave kpop but i guess i surrounded myself with it online so badly in the past 3 years i'd probably have to either 1) redo all my accounts and unfollow all my moots 2) try to get obsessed with something else and make the algorythm "renew" itself. truth i'd lose many moots that i like if i did the 1st and i'm already doing the 2nd but i feel frustrated for how slow it is plus i end up watching kpop videos to chill anyway. and when i 'judge' (not that i go around annoying them about it) my kpop moots for still posting about idols that either haven't spoken up or are doing deals w pro-israel brands it's like throwing stones from a glass house LOL i mean at least i'm not posting about #those idols but i still haven't left kpop as a whole which imo would be ideal lol. well, again, what i'm into rn is just tvxq and riize and as much as i can go awww <3 i don't feel nothing beyond that. sorry to objectify idols but i'd drop them in a instant i just can't truly connect with men in general.... and to be even more honest i still have feelings for ningning that i'm trying to get rid of.... it's actually quite sad how far a parasocial relationship will ruin you.... like sure i like shotaro he is quite actually such a sweet guy that so far hasnt had a single moment where i went "oh he is a man after all" and i like jaejoong/changmin/yunho but i missed so much of their fandom lore so i don't know them that well lmfao it makes me feel distant. and i dont feel the need to get closer to neither of them. oh that reminds me that the only (parasocial) closeness i felt to a man was jonghyun and then atsushi and they are literally dead rn (rip)... like fr i know ur not supposed to put ppl on a pedestal, nobodys perfect etc but i do feel the least i can do as a person is expect someone i like to do the bare minimum and theres only do much i can ignore (like ningning being obsessed with malnourishing herself and bleaching her skin into oblivion to look whiter hello!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) but i think what's really making me feel liek the Odd One Out is that every other my is just going about their business as usual and aespa enthusiasts don't care fr theyre just there for the pretty girls. it was only me and this one moot that i saw be disgusted with the whole thing and dropping them and like........... seeing other mys not do anything at all just makes me think like even if it was another situation would they not care also? like what would it take for these ppl to be like Woah hey this is not right. or am i thinking too much? maybe it's not that serious? if anything perhaps this was the last straw for me bc aespa was already literally ruining my day either for always lying or for sm being a terrible company to their ggs, and me being excited about aespa coming to brazil literally got me into a scam and i ended up losing over $1k (thats on me though but still. if i hadnt become a fan that wouldnt have happened), and the general stress a parasocial relationship brings (stressed out bc ningning doesnt know i exist and that i loved her so much). i feel stupid and i know it's stupid for writing these kind of these cos there's literally more important things going on. i'm nothing but a drop of water in the sea and sharing my thoughts is like screaming into a void it means nothing at all. anyway good morning.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

RE8 Ladies + Love Languages

While this isn't terribly long per character, I am putting it under a read-more for the combined length. Some characters have more details than others, partially due to how much I've written for them (and therefore had time to think about how they show their affections). For once the contents are not in alphabetical order. Crazy, right? PS there's a very, very brief implication of NSFW in Daniela's section.

Features the entire Dimitrescu family, Mother Miranda, Donna Beneviento, and as a lil bonus Ava.

Cassandra Dimitrescu:

Primary Love Language: Physical touch

Secondary Love Language: Acts of Service

Examples: Constantly wants to be touching some part of her lover, even if she sometimes pretends otherwise, from hand holding to making them sit in her lap. So goddamn touch starved. Preferably sleeps with her lover sprawled out on top of her, weighing her down, soothed by the constant pressure. Seriously, this woman needs someone to hold her as close as possible, running their fingers through her hair, pressing soft little kisses along her neck + shoulder. And then repeat. Every single day. For life.

Treating her lover’s wounds, or bringing them tea to soothe their nightmares, or monitoring their health when they're sick (see: Bound Blood + We Don’t Talk About That). Cassandra hates feeling like she owes someone, and isn’t fond of others owing her (because when they pay her back, she might end up owing them “the difference”). When it comes to love, however, all debts feel paid as soon as they are incurred. She does things for her beloved because she cares for them, expecting nothing in return. Sure, she’ll complain about the effort, but it doesn’t really bother her, and she truly hopes her lover knows that.

Mother Miranda:

Primary Love Language: Acts of Service

Secondary Love Language: Gift Giving

Examples: Despite the decades she has spent as a Goddess, commanding the willing masses, Miranda doesn’t put much emphasis on words. Instead, she values actions above all else. She doesn't care if someone says that they are devoted to her, she wants to see the effects of that devotion. In turn, she much prefers to show her affection rather than voice it, even if it leaves her lover less sure of her feelings. One must keep in mind that she is the leader of an entire region, and the fact that she chooses to personally take care of something for you means a hell of a lot. Even if it’s just making you a cup of tea whenever she brews some for herself, or something as big as setting up a studio for you and your personal projects, or simply ensuring that your favorite meals are added to the rotation.

Similar, in some aspects, to her preference to showcase her love rather than announce it, Miranda takes pride in her ability to select gifts. She remembers just about everything you ever tell her, easily memorizing things you express interest in. Though she won’t make a big deal out of it, you’ll often find little gifts from her lying around, casual reminders of how much of her attention is devoted to you.

Daniela Dimitrescu:

Primary Love Language: Words of Affirmation

Secondary Love Language: Physical Touch

Examples: What can she say, she loves to be worshipped. Having someone look at her with eyes full of adoration, one hand cupping her cheek, as they list a thousand reasons why they love her? That’s all she wants. Or sitting with her lover’s head in her lap, listening to them recite poetry that reminds them of her, while she runs her fingers through their hair. Ooh, or hearing them cry out her name like something holy as she all but buries her head between their legs. But don’t worry, she’s just as eager to return the favor, singing soft praises dedicated to her beloved. Admittedly, her compliments are sometimes a tad roundabout (so to speak).

“Mmm,” she’ll hum, “I’m the luckiest woman in the world. Living in a castle, my every need catered to, endless life, and, of course, the most darling little pet I could ever ask for. What more could I want?” Then she’ll pull her lover close, a kiss against their pulse point to claim them as her own. It’s impossible for her to determine her favorite place to touch her lover. There are little spots that elicit sweet sounds from them, then there are places where their warmth is a tad fiercer than normal, pure bliss against her own freezing skin. Wherever she touches them, it’s a silent declaration of her love.

Bela Dimitrescu:

Primary Love Language: Quality Time

Secondary Love Language: Words of Affirmation

Examples: It doesn’t matter what she does with her lover, as long as they are together, in the same room if not actively pressed against each other. Any hobby of theirs is one that she’ll instantly take interest in. An academic at heart, she loves to learn, regardless of the subject, and takes endless delight in learning from those close to her. There’s something incredible about the feeling she gets when she gets a chance to show her lover how much she remembers, and she sees that spark of joy in their eyes.

Considering her fondness for classical literature, it’s no surprise that she adores using language to convey the depths of her affection. Whether she’s quoting Sappho or Shakespeare, she often relies on dead poets to express herself. In turn, she cannot even begin to describe the feeling she gets when her lover returns the gesture, especially if they go so far as to write something original for her. More than once she’s tried to craft her own poetry, but has found herself lacking (at least to her own standards). One thing she enjoys is memorizing poetry written by someone from her lover’s home country, assuming that they’re not from Romania.

Alcina Dimitrescu:

Primary Love Language: Gift Giving/Physical Touch

Secondary Love Language: Quality Time

Examples: Considering the era in which she was born, it’s not terribly surprising that Alcina’s affection often manifests in less obvious ways. A hand on her lover’s back, guiding them along, or letting her knee touch theirs when they sit next to each other, or gently reaching out to give one of their hands a soft pat during quiet conversations. On top of that, she gives out gifts almost constantly. Oh, her lover very briefly mentioned enjoying a local artist? Well, Alcina will be certain to purchase several (or most) of their recent work. Did her beloved muse out loud about not having much jewelry? That won’t do! She’ll get them a large assortment, including plenty that bear the crest of House Dimitrescu. Everyone will know who her lover is, if only for the way that they are adorned with her loveliest finery.

Much like her eldest daughter (who likely takes after her mother), Alcina also enjoys the barest of interactions with her darling. With the endless stretch that is her potential lifespan, she knows that she has all the time in the world to learn new skills, or experience all that the village has to offer. Nothing warms her heart quite like the idea of getting to enjoy those things with the people that matter most to her- namely her partner and her children.

Donna Beneviento:

Primary Love Language: Quality Time

Secondary Love Language: Gift Giving

Examples: An odd mix of shy and calculating, Donna Beneviento is not one to rely on words, nor does she often take grand actions where others may observe. Instead, she works (and weaves) within the shadows. When it comes to love, she prefers to let her priorities reveal her feelings. Day after day, she chooses to spend time with her partner, regardless of the activity. If they ask for her company, she gives it without hesitation. She invites them to join her in the garden, or give input on her latest creations, and ensures that they are readily involved in just about every aspect of her life.

Being as talented as she is with crafting (both the overall art of doll-making and the somewhat related ability to sew all sorts of clothing), ‘tis not surprising that she also turns to gifts to express herself. From knitting hats in winter to soft blankets when her partner is sick, she provides for them in the easiest way she knows how.

Avaskian Caldwell:

Primary Love Language: Physical Touch/Words of Affirmation

Secondary Love Language: Quality Time

Examples: Arguably the most touch-starved person ever to exist, xer only possible rival being Cassandra. Struggles to strike a balance between hating being touched unexpectedly and wanting constant physical attention. Will give affectionate shoulder/back pats, loves forehead kisses/bumps, literally cannot sleep without cuddling someone/something (such as a stuffed animal). At the same time, a lifetime of severe anxiety has made it so that xe often relies on verbal encouragement from others to feel good/motivate xerself. Xe craves compliments, and defaults to poetry as a way of expressing love for others. One might think that being selectively mute might put a damper on this. However, if anything, it just furthers the value of xer speech. You know that xe cares about you if xe not only writes you poetry, but reads it aloud for you.

In true introvert/anxiety-riddled-bean fashion, Ava is also more than content to just chill with loved ones. Xe grew up in an admittedly fucked up family, but some of xer happiest childhood memories are of xerself sitting with xer brother, watching while he played through videogame after videogame, or sitting together on the big couch and reading. Years later, xe has a strong instinct to want to recreate those moments with xer new (slightly less fucked up) family.

[solarwonux]

89.  “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you all night.”

93.  “Fuck…did we use protection?”

twitch streamer!wonwoo x f!reader

w.c: 3.9k (honestly I think I forgot what drabbles were clearly lol)

warnings: some angst, smut, mutual masturbation, some slight panty stuffing, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, pregnancy scare, talks about plan b

note: excuse me everyone I literally love gamer and twitch streamer Wonwoo, but not everyone does. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one if you want more twitch!streamer wonwoo let me I will be happy to oblige, I have MANY ideas. Enjoy and please let me know your thoughts. 

p.s send me a prompt for either svt or bts or both. I will also happily oblige to that lol

Masterlist || Drabble game 

Watching Wonwoo play Zelda was not what you had expected when he had texted earlier asking you to come over. “Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you all night.” He whispered against your lips in a half kiss when you walked in through his front door.

That had been over an hour and three completed levels ago. It was an empty promise long forgotten as he kept himself immersed in the game, talking enthusiastically about his day and random things his brain would conjure up on the spot. It was like you didn’t exist, and for the most part to his viewers, you didn’t. It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend or anything. Even if you were, you valued your privacy more than anything in the world. You preferred to work on your own things in the background away from his camera whenever you were over. This was something the two of you had mutually agreed to. 

Casual hangs and casual sex.

Lately, your relationship had become the product of most of your stress. You never knew where you stood with Wonwoo. Sometimes he would literally invite you over to keep him company while he streamed only to kick you out the second he finished. “I’m too tired, you should go.” He would say pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’ll see you later.” 

Of course, those moments were overshadowed by the soft touches he left imprinted on your skin. By the sweetness of the words he shared with you and only you whenever he wasn’t working. It made you want more. More of him, more of his attention, and more of whatever was going on between the two of you. But that was something you refused to bring up afraid that the only one harboring feelings for the other was you. 

Heartbreak was not in your plans for life, at least not for a while. 

You sighed, throwing your phone down onto the couch. Your patience was wearing thin. Maybe it had to do with the fact you were already having a bad day, and Wonwoo’s indifference towards you wasn’t helping. When you had gotten his text earlier, you couldn’t help but feel all giddy inside. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in a few days with work schedules being all over the place and not aligning. It was something to look forward to, not necessarily because of the sex--which was always amazing. But you really just wanted to talk to him. Lay down with his arms wrapped around you while you complained about work and how frustrating your coworkers were being.

By the looks of it, you weren’t going to get any of that, not even what he had promised when you had first walked in. You were tired, your clothes were starting to annoy and you wanted to cry. If it wasn’t for the fact that his front door was in line with his camera, you would’ve left already.

Wonwoo could sense something was wrong with you. Every time you sighed it felt like you were punching him in the gut. He really meant what he had said when you walked in earlier. He also meant the quiet I love you he mumbled underneath his breath when you walked past him and into the living room. He wasn’t sure when he had fallen in love with you, just that months ago he had woken up and you were the only thing he could think of. Every time he held you in his arms the three little words bubbled up in the back of his throat, wishing he could bring himself to finally say it, but his fear held him back. Afraid that you didn’t feel the same way.

“Alright, you know what I think that’s enough for tonight.” Wonwoo smiled into the camera, trying to keep up with the chat as they begged him not to go yet. “I have to go, my girlfriend is over and I want to spend time with her. Anyway, same time next week Monday guys.” Wonwoo nodded, stopping the stream. Once he was positive that he had turned everything off he felt his shoulders relax and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes for a second before opening them again, the panic surging through his veins was unbearable. He turned around in his chair meeting your equally shocked face.

He royally fucked up. He just confessed to his audience without meaning to confess. He had told his audience that you were his girlfriend and he hadn’t even asked you yet. The surprise and speech he had worked on all week, the reason he took a break from streaming until tonight, was for nothing. He had gotten ahead of himself and he didn’t know what to do now. Or how to fix it.

“G-Girlfriend? Wait you have a fucking girlfriend?” You stood up from his couch, blinded by anger. “What the fuck Wonwoo, when were you going to tell me? Before or after you fucked me?” You shouted, your heart was beating fast as you turned around to gather up your stuff.

Unbelievable. Here you were distracted, thinking about how cute he looked while he blamed his failure on his character. The pout that had formed on his lips as he pushed his glasses up his nose and blew out a raspberry, moving aside the strands of his newly dyed blonde hair. The frustration you had felt earlier, forgotten, replaced with admiration. Only for it to come back after what he had said, this time fiery red and ready to burn everything it touched.

“Stop, no wait, I don’t have a girlfriend. At least not yet.” He spoke fast, his words blending with one another as he quickly made his way to you. He grabbed hold of your laptop and held it against his chest.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better, did you just call me down to ignore me and then fuck me one last time before you called it quits!” You said in disbelief reaching over for your laptop.

Wonwoo turned around facing away from you. “No that’s not...that’s not what...fuck, calm down please and just let me talk.” He pleaded as he sat down on his couch, your laptop still clutched tightly in his arms. It was your prized possession, it held the first three drafts of the novel you were working on. He knew you well enough to know that you hadn’t backed anything up no matter how many times he told you to do so. So, he was positive that as long as he held onto it like his life depended on it (because it did) you wouldn’t leave without it.

You crossed your arms in front of you ”I am calm, but I don’t know if I want to listen to what you have to say.”

Wonwoo cringed, he was more nervous than what he had intended to be. He had an entire speech planned. Wrote it down, even got Jihoon to proofread it. He had performed it in front of his bathroom mirror every morning and night. He thought he had it in the bag, pumped up his chest a few times before opening his front door to you earlier. Yet, the second he saw you, he forgot everything he had planned to say. This is mainly why he had spent such a long time streaming. Hoping that the distraction would somehow help him remember.

It didn’t.

“Wonwoo, I swear if you don’t start talking in the next five seconds I’m leaving and suing you for holding my laptop hostage.”

Wonwoo sighed and slapped his forehead lightly before turning to look at you, “okay, I don’t think that’s allowed bu-”

“It is if I say that you stole it trying to steal my work, I don’t know I’ll find a way.” You shrugged, earning a glare from Wonwoo. You knew he hated whenever someone interrupted him while he was in the middle of saying something. It was something you would do to him out of spite, but in your humble opinion this time he really did deserve it. Though, it didn’t make you feel as good as you had hoped, “fine sorry, you can continue.” You sighed and sat down on his coffee table.

Wonwoo put your laptop down and leaned over his elbows taking your hands in his. “I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend. I know we agreed to just keep this casual but I can’t help the way my heart literally feels like it’s going to fall out of my ass whenever I’m with you. So yeah, I don’t have a girlfriend yet, because I haven’t asked you to be my girlfriend yet. But there’s no one else, only you, and I’m so-”

Wonwoo was cut off when he felt your body land on his, knocking the air out of his lungs. You hugged him, straddling his hips and burying your face into his chest, giggling. It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders and you felt awful for assuming the worst and jumping to conclusions.

“Ask me ask me ask me ask me.” You bounced on his lap like a child. He groaned doubling over in pain.

He placed his hands on your hips to keep you from moving, “No now I know you’re actually trying to kill me.” He smirked and left a sweet kiss against your lips. A low chuckle running past his lips as he took in your pouting face, “fine, my love, my baby will you please be my girlfriend?” He cocked his head, his hands playing with the hem of your t-shirt.

“Yes, but only if you give me my laptop back and keep the promise you made me earlier.” You smiled innocently, playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

Wonwoo smirked, his hands made their way underneath your shirt. “No to the laptop, you work too much and I’m determined to back up everything on a hard drive later.” He rubbed his thumbs over the skin of your hips, slowly inching closer to the button of your jeans, “not sure I remember the promise I made earlier though, can you remind me?”

You kissed him slowly, tugging on his shirt, “you said you would finish a level before going down on me all night, and it’s four and a half levels later and I’m still waiting.” You whispered against his lips, before pulling away and bringing his shirt over his head, taking it off, throwing it behind him, aiming for the laundry basket, missing it completely, making you sigh. 

“Well you didn’t give me enough time to answer, but that can be arranged.” He pecked your lips, pushing your shirt up and over your head, throwing it behind him. “You’d have to step into my office though.” 

“Wonwoo, baby, don’t ever call your room your office.” You rolled your eyes and got up from his lap. 

He chuckled, shaking his head and stood up, “oh no that’s not what I meant, room comes later. Tonight we start in my office.” He says cheekily, pointing his thumb towards his gaming setup. Your eyes grew wide as saucers, only making him laugh harder while he pushed you towards his gaming chair. 

“Wait, you’re like not going to turn the camera on are you?” You said as he pushed you down to sit in which you obeyed. The colorful lights from his gaming setup kept you distracted as Wonwoo got down on his knees in front of you. 

“Nope, I’ve just always wanted to eat you out while you sat on my gaming chair. But maybe one day in the future if you want. You can take over my stream and play animal crossing while I secretly eat you out on camera.” He smirked, the evil glint behind his soft eyes sent shivers down your spine. The little exibitionist in him coming out. You’d be lying if you didn’t find the thought of it exciting. 

“One day.” You breathed, lifting your hips, helping him as he pulled down your pants. 

Wonwoo sent you a wink pushing your thighs apart with his hands, “We can also play overwatch together. That cute little vibrator you keep hidden in your bedside drawer, stuffed inside your pussy.” He placed his index finger over the wet patch that had formed over your panties, pushing in slightly. “And everytime you die I up the speed, see how long you can last before you have me begging to turn off the stream so you can cum.” Wonwoo kept pushing his finger in you, your panties sticking onto you like second skin. 

You threw your head back, digging your nails into the arms of his leather chair. “F-Fuck how long h-have you thought about this?” You lifted your hips as he added another finger. 

“Right now, or maybe a few times when you’re not around.” He leaned down kissing your mound lightly, “but seeing you like this, sprawled out, wet and waiting for my mouth is reinforcing those fantasies.” He worked his fingers diligently, pushing the thin material of your panties inside of you. He couldn’t wait to stuff you full with his cock later. 

You let out a whimper as his mouth traveled down to your clothed entrance. He removed his fingers licking up a stride, before taking one of your lips into his mouth and biting down on it gently. “W-Wonwoo please I want to feel your mouth.” 

“You are, aren’t you?.” He looked, staring at you through the rim of his round glasses before repeating his actions again making you whimper. “Take your bra off, play with yourself for me.” He left a chaste kiss in your inner thigh and sat back on his heels. He palmed himself over his black tracksuit pants as he watched you slowly unclasp your bra, letting the straps slide down your arms. You were teasing him, he knew this but he didn’t care. Seeing you get undressed for him was one of his favorite past times, especially because you always went extra slow for him. 

You threw your bra, not caring where it landed. You rolled your palms over your nipples, soft sighs running past your lips as you kept your eyes trained on Wonwoo. “Want to feel your hot tongue fucking me Woo.” You spread your legs even further pinching your nipples. You moved your hand down your body, your index finger playing with the seam of your panties. “Is this one of your fantasies? Me touching myself, sitting here?” You said, tilting your head to the side, moving your hand into your panties and running your index and middle fingers over your clit slowly.

“Yes.” He hissed, pushing his hand into his boxers grabbing onto his cock. “God, you make me so hard.” 

“Let me see please.” You arched your back, your fingers getting faster. Wonwoo nodded, wasting no time to free himself, his hand wrapped tightly around his length. His index finger connects with the small bead of precum that had formed, showing you how sticky and ready he was for you. 

“Want to taste?” You nodded letting out soft moans as you lifted your hips, into the palm of your hand, sticking your tongue out for him. “Fuck.” He cursed getting up on his knees, bringing his index finger up to your mouth. You closed your lips around it, swirling your tongue over the tip, savoring the salty substance. 

You pulled away with a pop, taking your fingers out of your panties and bringing them up to his lips. He took them in, moaning around them. “Do I taste good?” You said taking out your fingers from his mouth, moving them over his lips, wetting them further. 

“I’m going to have to take a closer look.” He said lowly, pushing your panties down in a haste. He spread your legs, licking up your slit, teasing your hole with his tongue. Being in between your legs was his second most favorite pastime. He savored every moment of it. Sometimes he would prolong your orgasm, keeping you on edge, so that when you came, your sweet substance would coat his lips, spilling down his chin and neck. It was the most beautiful site, one that only he had the privilege in witnessing. 

“Mmm, your tongue feels so good Wonwoo.” You pinched your nipple while tugging on the roots of his blonde hair, pushing his mouth closer. 

He moaned, slurping up your juices like you were his last meal. He wrapped his mouth around your clit, pulling it between his teeth before letting it go. “I want to be here forever but I don’t think I can last any longer without being inside of you.” He pushed two of his fingers inside of you. The feeling of your wet walls wrapped around his thick calloused fingers made his cock twitch. 

“B-But I-I want to cum.” You pouted, arching your back away from his chair, pushing your hips further into his hand. “Please, I’m so close already.” You pant, the knot in the pit of your stomach threatening to break. 

“Oh honey, you will. I’ll have you coming undone more than three times tonight.” He stated with determination and brought his mouth down again, closing his lips around your clit. He sucked harshly moaning sinfully. He fucked you faster with his fingers curling them upwards, reaching the soft mushy skin inside of you. 

“W-Wonwoo f-fuck don’t stop I-I’m so close.” 

Wonwoo let go of your swollen bud, slowing down his fingers as you clenched around them. “Look at me, I want to watch me while you cum.” You agreed with a pleasure filled sigh, watching as he pushed back his glasses. The sight almost had you coming undone. 

He put his mouth on you again, increasing the pace of his fingers. Babbles coming out of your mouth as you pulled on his hair, motivating him to go faster. The squelching sounds coming from your wet, hot pussy sounded like music to his ears. He bit down on your clit lightly, sending you over the edge, your cum coating his fingers, while you moaned his name in a sweet sinful prayer. His eyes burning holes into yours, the sight was award winning, his cock begging to be milked out. 

Wonwoo continued, riding out your orgasm. Until you felt the oversensitivity overcome your body “W-Woo, s-stop please.” You pushed his head carefully with the palm of your hand. 

He kissed the inside of both of your thighs before sitting up on his knees, taking your face into his hands. “You always look so pretty when you cum.” He pecked your lips repeatedly, before wrapping your arms around you hugging you tightly. “I love you so much.” He kissed your temple. 

“Why do you always get so mushy every time you make me cum?” You laughed gently, running your fingers down his back, making him shiver.

“You bring out in me, I can’t help it, stop complaining. I’m giving you time to recover before I bend you over my desk.” 

“Not complaining. I love it.” You kissed his cheek. “And I love you.” You whispered in his ear, taking his earlobe, pulling it between your teeth.. He groaned, swallowing hard, his getting tighter around you.

“My desk, then my couch, then my bed, then the shower, and then my bed again.” 

The sun had started to rise. It was five in the morning and your body was suddenly overcome with sleep, when Wonwoo pulled out of you one last time. He had kept true to his promise, literally fucked you the entire night, christening his apartment, except his kitchen. “If we have sex in the kitchen, the only thing I’ll be thinking about while I’m cooking is your mouth around my dick.” He said as he pushed you into the wide window of his living room, making you laugh. 

“Do you have to work today?” He placed a delicate kiss against your collar bone, laying his head on top of your chest. 

“It’s Saturday, why would I have work on Saturday?” You smiled sleepily, running your fingers through his hair. He sighed happily, pulling his sheets over the two of you and cuddling into you further. 

“You’re always working, I just wanted to ask.” He shrugged, raising his body enough to leave a chaste kiss against your lips. “Take a break today and I promise that by the time you wake up again I’ll have all of your files backed up into the harddrive I bought you.” 

You shook your head, placing both of your palms against his cheeks, squishing them. “Do you know how sexy you sound when you talk about computers.” 

“Nope, but you once told me to divide you in half when I was explaining finances to you. Now that I think about it, that statement can go both ways.” He smiled laying down on his back, bringing you along with him. Your eyes growing wide when you felt it running down your thighs. You sat up in panic, removing the sheets of your body to see if your silent hypothesis was correct.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, confused.

“Wonwoo, fuck...did we use protection?” 

Wonwoo pushed the covers away with his feet, sitting up quickly. He looked between your legs, his eyebrows furrowing in concern, “You’re on the pill still right?” 

“We changed my formula, I had to stop taking it for a few days.” You threw yourself down on his bed covering your eyes with your hands. The tears pooling against your eyes. You felt the bed dip next to you. Wonwoo took your hands in his, revealing your tearful eyes to him making him sigh. 

“Baby, don’t worry.” He kissed your cheeks repeatedly before sitting up again, “I’ll run down to the convenience store, get a plan b while you go take a bath. I’ll join you when I get back.” 

“W-What’s happens if I take the plan b and still miraculously end up pregnant, it’s only ninety five percent effective.” 

“Then I’ll be with you every step of the way. I meant what I said earlier, I love you so much and I plan to marry you and have kids with you one day. Don’t worry.” 

Your heart felt full. The butterflies erupting in the pit of your stomach. Wonwoo and you had shared many intimate dreams and desires before, but this one felt different. This was a dream the two of you shared and it made you feel at ease. “Okay, okay I will, just hurry up please.” 

Wonwoo scoffed, getting up from his bed, slipping on his sweatpants and sweatshirt. “Baby please don’t underestimate me. I’ll be back before you know it.” He leaned down giving you one last kiss before jogging over to his front door. “I love you.” He shouted, opening the door. 

You laughed sitting up on your elbows shaking your head, “I love you, now hurry I can feel your child cooking in me.” 

“Impossible, it takes roughly twenty four hours for my sperm to fertilize one of your eggs, and it’s literally been thirty minutes. Therefore you wou--”

“Wonwoo shut up just hurry.” 

“Okay I love you.” He said while closing his front door. You laughed shaking your head falling back on his bed. Your entire body was aching and though you were a little scared, given obvious circumstances. You had never felt so much warmth and happiness in your life. 

[ptergwen]

web of lies

take a leap. if you start to fall, the net will appear to catch you.

photographer!peter x journalist!reader || masterlist

w/c: 7.1k

warnings: swearing, one drinking mention, descriptions of anxiety, and angst if ya squint

summary: peter can’t stop holding your hands, betty and ned are the modern day bonnie and clyde, ned is a terrible guy in the chair, the osborn’s are up to something, and mj hates you all

a/n: y’all i’m super excited about this series like i haven’t had an idea i’ve really loved in months? so it’s good to be back !!! there are tons of things i have planned and i can’t wait to share them with all of you hehe i really hope you enjoy part one <3 happy reading

to be honest, which is what you do best, you’ve had a thing for peter parker your whole time at the daily bugle. you actually almost told him once.

a couple months ago, peter walked you home on a night you worked overtime. he’d came in last minute to leave some pictures on your boss’s desk. no one else but you was there, hunched at your computer in the dim office lighting. peter was pleasantly surprised to see you, yet concerned for your well-being. you had to put your finishing touches on a story.

he didn’t feel comfortable letting you travel alone at that hour. so, he went with you when you were ready. his company was more than welcomed. you told peter about your article while you two sat on the subway. he’d listened intently, your head resting on his shoulder and his arm around you. he made sure you got to your apartment building alright as well.

“hey, peter?” you’d asked, halfway up the steps. he was waiting until you were inside and safe to leave. “hm? you good?” he’d smiled sort of expectantly. “yeah. i... i wanted to say...”

your words got caught in your throat when he gave you the softest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. you couldn’t do it. for some reason, you were too scared to confess how you felt. “thanks again for walking me home,” you’d settled on. he’d seemed disappointed that was what you wanted to tell him. nevertheless, he said not to worry about it before taking off.

that one moment perfectly captures it all; how yours and peter’s narrative plays itself out.

—

“we’ve got an update on hydra v. the people!”

“those freaky giraffes escaped the zoo... again.”

“shoot one more spitball and it’ll be your last.”

“does anyone have an aspirin?”

welcome to the daily bugle, where the chaos never ends and the calm never starts. you’ll find new york’s finest writers, publishers, and creatives of all kind right here. that would include you. you’re one of the top journalists in the whole building, according to mr. norman osborn. he’s the brilliant and slightly insane man who runs this place.

although it’s rare for someone in your field, you were hired straight out of college. norman read a few pieces you’d written and loved them so much that he offered you a job. full time, full benefits, no questions asked. there was something special about the way you wove your words together. your writing had its own voice. a strong voice, one the paper was severely lacking.

you’ve been with the bugle for just over a year now. it’s not the quiet, nine to five gig you were initially expecting it to be. you’re each very unique individuals in your office, and there’s never a dull moment because of it. your coworkers can be found hosting debates on the riskiest topics or tackling each other for blueberry muffins, and that’s just a regular tuesday. the place is stranger than strange. but, it’s become home.

thanks to mr. osborn being so accommodating, you actually settled in rather quickly. another big help has been the friends you’ve made. your first was michelle jones, who prefers to be called mj. she’s a fellow journalist with a wickedly dark humor that trickles into her writing. if you had to describe her in one word, it would be blunt. mj is as real as it gets, and also eternally loyal. she keeps her circle small, so you’re honored you get to be in it.

mj sits right next to you, which means you’re always talking through your days. that’s due in part to the way your office is set up. there aren’t any cubicles, tables and swirly chairs taking up their space instead. norman heard it was more progressive, probably from his son harry.

harry is about your age, only a couple of years older. he hangs around quite a lot, but doesn’t do much with his time besides that. according to norman, he’s still seeking out his passion. he’s banking on him finding a suitable career at the bugle. he’d like to pass this all on to harry some day, hopefully sooner than later. either way, you don’t mind having harry here. he’s super funny and friendly with everyone.

there’s also ned leeds, who’s an editor and reviews most of your pieces. he’s sweeter than candy, even when he’s ripping your grammar to shreds. on the rare occasions you’re not discussing breaking news, you two talk about movies. ned is a film buff and gives you the best recommendations. you’re convinced he was a critic in his past life.

last but so from least is peter parker. he only works for the bugle part time, since he’s still in school. you both graduated from your respective colleges the same year. peter wants to get his masters degree, though. he’s a photographer who’s aspiring to be a cinematographer. him and ned have their passion for the industry in common, and that’s what makes them such great friends.

you learned this and more from the times you and peter have partnered up on stories. he’s one of your best friends not only at the bugle, but in your entire life. the many long nights you’ve spent collaborating have brought you close to each other. they consist of drinking and deep talks, along with some actual work. he takes the pictures, you do the writing. you’ve been told you make a lovely pair.

peter says it himself, too. you’d like to believe he means it as more than coworkers. he’s so caring, and smart, and pure, and peter. yeah, you like him an awful lot. you can hardly stand the feeling of it sometimes.

the fact that you you haven’t come clean already is ridiculous.

“goddamn. not again,” you mutter out. “em, you better come look at this. it’s bad.” mj wheels over to you in her chair with a puzzled look. her eyes follow yours, landing on your computer. “leeds just sent this? to everyone?” she questions, your reply a short hum. you’re both staring daggers at the email your screen displays.

ned is responsible for assigning each journalist their own topics to cover. he’s been lacking a bit recently, having you write up think pieces on fluffy things. in other words, stuff that no one cares about. he asked you to compare oat milk and almond milk just last week. you’d hoped this week would be better, but here you are.

“this is ass. who does he think we are, buzzfeed?” mj scoffs at her own words. the daily bugle prides itself on being a reliable news source, on paper and tv. you’re starting to stoop down to the low level of your competitors. “he assigned me some tiktok dance trend. i’m not writing a single word about that app.” she sets her elbows down on the table, head in her hands.

“aw, why not? grandma mj isn’t down with the kids?” you tease and click out of the upsetting email. “i don’t write for kids,” mj deadpans. she pushes her glasses up on her nose. “what’d you get?” “the evolution of memes,” you gloomily reply. you’re surprised norman has been approving these topics. then again, ned is the head editor. he can do whatever he wants regardless of approval.

mj glares over at the kitchen, where betty brant currently resides. she’s making two hot chocolates instead of her usual one. “i blame her,” mj mumbles to you. your eyebrows furrow. “dude, what? betty is an angel. she doesn’t even work in editing.” betty is the bugle’s highest rated anchorwoman. her and her news team are on people’s televisions every night.

“no, but she has been spending a generous amount of time with leeds,” mj grumbles. she’s admittedly very nosy. the upside is that she tells you any juicy office drama there is. “my theory is betty’s making him give us crap stories so she can report the good ones.” she glances over at you to see what you think. “no way. that can’t be allowed... or legal,” you laugh back.

as if on cue, ned appears next to betty in the kitchen. he takes the extra hot coco that’s piled high with whipped cream. betty tucks a sheet of paper into his suit pocket and kisses his cheek, then he’s gone. you can only gasp as you watch this unfold. what has she done to poor, clueless ned?

“not such an angel anymore, huh?” mj smirks in satisfaction. “suddenly, she has red horns and a pitchfork,” you bitterly agree with your tongue in your cheek. betty waves to you two on her way back to broadcasting. mj gives her a fake nice finger wave, you ignoring her. “we can’t sit back and let this happen, em. we have to do something,” you decide. “let’s tell norman.”

uninterested, mj takes off her glasses and starts to clean them. “like he’ll believe us. yeah, golden girl betty brant is sabotaging the writer’s room,” she rewords her previous statement to put its stupidity in perspective. you throw your hands up. “she is, though! we literally watched it happen!” mj puts her freshly wiped glasses back on and sighs.

“i doubt norman would care, y/n. every newspaper to ever exist is corrupt somehow.” your pessimistic old pal has a point. however, you’re not so willing to accept it. “why can’t we be the first one that isn’t?” you offer a small smile. mj snickers, wheeling back to her own computer. “those are words of the innocent.” she’s already tapping her fingers across the keyboard.

“i thought you weren’t doing the tiktok piece,” you say under your breath. you’re slightly pissed mj turned you down, since she’s the reason you know about betty’s meddling. “i’m not,” mj answers sharply. “i’m gonna email quentin and ask if we can change our topics. happy?” quentin beck is another editor in the building. he’s not bad, but he is intimidating. no one typically goes to him as their first option.

“i’m thrilled,” you confirm and grin at mj to emphasize it. “thanks for stepping up. you’re forgiven.” “i didn’t realize i had to be sorry,” mj notes, this time in a playful manor. she shakes her head as she begins writing. “you and your morals.”

what you value most in your career is honesty, under any circumstances. of course, the other daily bugle writers are the same. norman strictly prohibits clickbait and crazy headlines because that isn’t real news. you leave that to companies like buzzfeed. you’re honest in the sense that you say whatever has to be said, what everyone else is too afraid to. you’ll speak your truth no matter who tries to stop you.

it didn’t used to be that way. there’s some childhood trauma that remains deep in the back of your mind. you’ve left that behind you now, having over a decade to cope with it. hey, they say the past is in the past. what’s important is your takeaway, that you would never let yourself or anyone else be silenced from there on out. never again.

quentin ends up giving you the okay to write different stories. he lets you and mj choose choose your own because he’s got “better things to do” and you’re “big girls.” what a peach he is. mj goes with how capitalism is continuing to provoke global warming. she has something to say about every major world issue, and you admire the hell out of her for it.

you’re a bit stuck when it’s time to write your article. it’s terribly ironic because you pushed for this. you aren’t too worried, though. the city is crawling with material, so you’ll find what you’re looking for eventually. lucky for you, some much needed inspiration comes skipping out of the elevator.

“morning, peter,” you hear liz greet him at the front desk. she’s your floor’s receptionist. her wisdom and patience keep this place going. “hi, liz. how’s it going?” he asks. “things have been quiet... mostly. can i do anything for you?” liz peers up at him. peter sports a shy smile. “uh, yeah. mr. osborn wanted to see me?” “right. hang on.” she nods, dialing his office phone number.

it’s endearing how peter calls him mr. osborn, seeing as the rest of you go with norman. he’s probably the politest guy you’ve ever met.

grinning, liz puts down the phone. “you can go in whenever you’re ready. good luck!” peter laughs nervously and turns to leave. “thanks, you too.” his face falls when he realizes his mistake. “wait, i- i didn’t mean to say that. that was stupid. you’re not-“ “it’s fine, peter,” liz reassures him. his anxiety makes him trip over his words sometimes. that, and he’s a bit dorky in general. you find it rather adorable.

you also wonder what exactly he needs good luck for. he’s not even supposed to be working today, so your curiosity as to what’s going on has been piqued.

“um, i’m gonna go now. bye!” peter rushes off, his face tinted pink from the embarrassing encounter. you’re hoping he’ll stop and talk with you for a little while, but he heads straight to norman’s office. your whole body deflates at that. mj notices from her peripherals.

“what’s the matter? missing your hubby?” she coos, her words dripping in sarcasm. “no,” you lie. “i’m... i don’t know what to write about.” ok, there’s some truth. mj gives you a couple pats on the shoulder. “ask parker for help. you two work... well together. don’t you?” this must be the zillionth time you’ve heard that.

“we do,” you murmur and glance at norman’s closed door. peter is hidden behind it. “i just don’t wanna bug him. he has finals soon, and whatever norman is putting him up to. it’s my job, anyway.” mj pokes your arm. “those sound like excuses to me,” she concludes, still jabbing at you childishly. “you really just don’t wanna tell him you like-“

“can you keep it down?” you hiss, yanking your arm back. “he’s literally right over there.” peter stands up and shakes norman’s hand. you catch it through the blinds on his window. “y/n, you were drooling over his mere presence only minutes ago,” mj prefaces, a smile pulling at her lips. “you can handle three little words. i like you, that’s it. spit it out already.”

you’ll never admit this to mj, but she’s right. you lost your momentum after your first failed attempt to say the three little words. you’re still not sure what stopped you. you’d shared the details of that faithful night with her, and she’s been pushing you to try again since.

the door to norman’s office opens, and out walks peter. he’s beaming after their conversation, which seems like a good sign. harry passes peter on his way in to pay his dad a visit. he claps him on the shoulder, peter happily accepting before continuing his stride back into the main office. it takes a moment to register that he’s coming towards you.

you quickly set your focus back on your computer so he doesn’t think you’ve been watching him. even though, you definitely have.

“y/n!” peter calls your name. he’s on the opposite side of your table, in front of you. “peter!” you match his tone. “i was just dropping by. i thought i’d say hey while i’m here.” he’s still grinning. “what’re you doing?” he looks cute as ever in an oversized and cream colored sweater. his curls are slicked back with a tad too much product, cheeks rosy. you gaze up at him when he rests his arms on the table.

“pretending to be productive,” mj answers for you, pressing her lips together. peter cocks his head to the side. “pretending?” “ignore her. she’s being a shit stirrer today,” you explain. “like every other day,” he jokes, earning a laugh from you. mj just tuts and keeps writing. “talk about me like i’m not here,” she mumbles to herself, then gets back into her article.

“anyways, i thought you didn’t work today?” you ask to take the attention off yourself. also, because you’re curious. “oh! get this.” peter perks up even more, if that’s possible. he has energy like no other. “you know alex in broadcasting? betty’s camera guy?” “what about him?” you wonder. “he called in sick earlier this morning, with the flu or something.” he’s oddly excited to announce this. that prompts you to make a funny face.

biting back another smile, peter elaborates. “mr. osborn needed someone to fill in for him, so he picked me. i’ll be here all week.” it makes sense, since peter knows how to work a camera and does so wonderfully. you give him a celebratory push at his chest. “peter, that’s amazing! this is the perfect way to transition from pictures to film, right?” he’s nearing his finals at school, which consist of more movie-like projects. the news will be great practice.

then, he’s off to hollywood. you’ll put that out of your mind for now.

“exactly! i think it’ll be a good place to start. the pay isn’t bad either.” peter wiggles his eyebrows at you, you giggling once again. you do a lot of that when he’s around. that’s going to be more often now. “plus, i get to see you. everyone wins.” he squeezes your hand that was just on him. your heart begins to thump. “except alex,” you challenge, playing with his fingers. “but, for real. i’m happy you get to do this and that we’ll be spending more time together.”

“thanks, y/n/n. me too.” peter grins and leans over, taking a peek at your computer screen. there’s a blank word document on it. “you never told me what you’re up to,” he chuckles. “guess mj was right... nothing.” “i’m always right,” she chimes in from next to you. you look between the two of them with a scowl. “i haven’t found my story yet. i don’t know, this never happens.” peter nods as you share your dilemma. “no good ideas are coming to me,” you murmur.

“they will. you have a way of attracting things.” he licks his lower lip, your heart completely stopping this time. “well, i gotta go set up for rise and shine with betty brant.” he waves his hand like he’s presenting his words. that’s what betty calls her morning news segment. “be careful with her. she’s being really sketchy these days,” you warn peter, mj grunting in agreement.

confused, peter purses his lips. “really? ned says she’s a sweetheart. they’ve been going out for a while.” mj pops her head up and adjusts her glasses. “did ned also tell you she’s bribing him to give her all of our scoops?” she’s asking rhetorically because she already knows the answer. of course he didn’t. “it’s one thing to not like her. you’re just making things up now,” peter huffs.

mj kicks your foot under the table. “i told you no one would believe us. not even peter gullible parker.” “it’s benjamin,” he corrects her. “whatever,” she brushes it off, resuming her work.

peter does tend to be sort of naive, to only see the good in things when there’s plenty of bad. you’re the same in that way, unless you hang around mj for too long.

“is that true? betty’s stealing your stories?” peter turns to you and asks. you gesture to your screen. “i don’t have one, so you do the math.” he hums sympathetically. he’ll listen to you, never mj. “i’m sorry. thanks for telling me, y/n. i’ll watch out for her.” he bends his fingers to look like goggles, putting them around his eyes. you sigh lightheartedly.

“are you twenty two years old or twelve?” mj remarks, but not without a comeback from peter. “you’re, like, eighty five. worry about that.” they’ve had this type of banter for as long as you’ve known them. it’s equal parts amusing and exhausting. “don’t be late on your first day.” you snap peter out of it with a knowing smile. he returns it.

“i hope something crazy happens so you can write about it.” he’s walking backwards now, towards the elevator. “see you later, pete,” is all you say back, yet another laugh threatening to escape you. “see you. bye, michelle,” peter says just to bug her. “it’s mj,” she groans without looking up. he shrugs. “not so fun, is it?”

after peter is gone, you try to get back into work. or rather, you try to start your work. what he said about you having a way of attracting things keeps ringing in your head. was he flirting? no, he couldn’t have been. peter parker doesn’t flirt. words aren’t his strong suit, and you have countless memories that prove this to be true. earlier with liz, for example.

you’re probably reading way into this. peter was simply doing what any good friend would do and gave you advice.

it’s late in the afternoon when anything worth mentioning happens again. peter is still with betty, as far as you know. they’re probably preparing for the nighttime news now. all you’ve done since seeing him is nibble on snacks and bug mj, who’s almost done with her story despite your distractions. this is really bad, considering your deadline to submit is at the end of today.

you’ve never missed a deadline.

mj emails her work to quentin while you repeatedly bang your head on the table. she hits send before deciding to entertain you. “whatcha doing over there?” she cautiously prompts, powering off her computer. “trying to get an idea. i’m desperate, if you couldn’t tell.” your voice is muffled. “i could.” mj grabs your shoulders and pulls you back so you’re sitting up. you childishly pout.

“y/n, the only thing that’s gonna give you is brain damage,” mj says sternly, then softens her tone. “why don’t you ask for an extension? norman gives me them all the time.” whining, you slump down in your chair again. “yeah, but you’re you! we do things differently, have different expectations put on us.” she’s back to cold mj after you say that. “alright. at least i did something today besides pine over that little-“

mj’s insult for peter is interrupted by harry. “ladies, what’s shaking?” he comes up to you two with a the hint of smirk on his face. you manage a nod to acknowledge him. “oh, hey... harry,” mj unenthusiastically replies. she’s the one person who isn’t really a fan of him. “not much. y/n was just having a tantrum.” “she was not,” you dismiss her. “it’s work stuff. you know your dad.”

harry clicks his tongue in a teasing way. “yep, the grind never stops in this joint. boss man is...” he does the sign for cuckoo with his finger. you laugh a little at that. “in a good way,” you add on. mj only watches you two, blinking blankly. harry gives you a definitive pat on the back. “before i forget, he wants to see you.” that gets mj talking. “norman?” she questions. “your dad?” you choke out at the same time.

“who else? he said you two have to talk.” harry flashes you a weary smile. “have fun in there, old sport.” you’re too busy biting the skin off your bottom lip to respond. “mhm... she will,” mj speaks on your behalf. even she sounds worried. saluting you both, harry leaves to go pester your other colleagues. you’re completely and totally fucked.

“that’s it for me!” you grin sarcastically, freaked out by harry. “i’m fired, aren’t i? i’m definitely about to get fired, and it’s all because-“ “relax!” mj cuts off your rambling. she reaches down and grasps at your wrists. “get it together, y/l/n. you’re the best we have, okay? you aren’t going anywhere.” your grin becomes a frown. “then why does norman wanna talk to me? and, why don’t i have a story?”

mj always has the answers, but this time is the execption. she lets out a breath. “i don’t know. you’ll go find out and tell me what happens.” there’s no use protesting. you’re going to have to face whatever you’re about to at some point. “ok,” you give in, defeated. “i’ll be back soon, i hope.”

the walk to norman’s office feels like a walk of shame. mj can do nothing but sit back and observe it. if this ends the way you think it will, you’ll be collecting your things and won’t ever return. norman is a kind man, and he’s usually pretty understanding. he doesn’t mind the workplace shenanigans as long as you get your job done. unfortunately, you haven’t today.

you hear your boss’s booming voice when you approach his door. inhaling deep, you knock on it, and the room goes silent. “come in,” norman responds after a few seconds. mustering up a smile, you open the door to be met with your doom. “hi, am i interrupting something?” you check. “not at all! you’re just the person i wanted to see. sit, sit,” he beckons you over. he’s not using his angry voice, so maybe you’re in the clear. you enter the room as told.

you’re shocked to see a terrified peter is already in one of the chairs. he visibly relaxes a bit now that you’re here. what the hell is happening? whatever you were expecting, this was the last thing.

taking the armchair next to peter, you sit facing norman’s desk. you nudge his arm to get his attention. his big brown eyes lock with yours. “what’s going on?” you whisper. “no idea,” peter whispers back. the two of you turn to norman again when he claps his hands. he’s plopped down into his cushy leather seat.

“so,” he begins, gaze flicking from peter to you. “you kids know why you’re here?” “is it because i missed my deadline?” you blurt out. you’re once again a nervous wreck. peter doesn’t speak, just winces. “not that. although, i did hear from ned that you turned down his assignment.” norman flicks at a post-it on his desk. “i asked quentin for one instead. me and mj,” you explain, peter’s eyes going wide.

“you talked to quentin? that guy’s bad news,” he murmurs to you. “how so?” norman questions, since it’s his employee. “he- he, um,” peter clears his throat before answering, “he’s super critical, you know? hates all my pictures.” “i love your pictures,” you assure him, the corners of his lips turning up. “your style is so cool. yeah, though. quentin’s pretty bitter.”

considering this, norman drums his fingers on the desk. “i’ll look into that. but, that isn’t why you’re here. i’m letting you off the hook this time.” your whole demeanor changes and a huge weight lifts off of you. “really? you are?” “i have a scoop of my own that i want you to cover,” he continues, peter bumping your knee happily. a toothy grin takes over your face.

“since peter will be sticking around for a while, i want him to join you.” norman waits a beat in case you have any questions. it’s been a minute since you last worked together. peter laughs in disbelief. “you want me to take over for alex and do this?” norman nods proudly. “y/n will need the extra hands, if you have them.” “yes, sir. i do,” peter immediately confirms. “my last class is next thursday, so i have the time.”

“wait, so you’re almost done? that’s awesome!” you bump peter’s knee this time. “yup, all that’s left is finals... and studying.” he mindlessly takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. you’re enjoying his gentle touches. “thank you so much, norman. seriously, i appreciate this a lot,” you tell him and mean it. “hey, no problem,” he chuckles at your eagerness. you grip peter’s hand tighter.

“what’s the story?” “ah, yes. the most important part,” norman starts, peter sharing an excited look with you. “how familiar are you two with spider-man?” his excitement fades at the question posed. it’s unbeknownst to you, caught up in the moment. “uh, same as everyone else, i guess,” you casually reply. “how come?” “he’s your subject.” norman points at you both. “you’re gonna study him over these next few months.”

peter’s hand goes limp in yours, and he gulps hard, throat feeling dry. “you mean, like, an exposé?” “no, no. there will be no exposing,” norman clarifies. “i’m sure he wears the mask for a reason.” that settles peter only slightly. you’re not sure why he’s so tense all of a sudden. “what’s our aim here, then?” you steer the conversation.

“see what new york’s favorite hero gets up to every day, how his life is beyond the crime fighting,” norman further describes your task. peter exhales a shaky breath, shifting away from you in his seat. the golden sun hits his face and reveals a bead of sweat dripping down it. you stare at his figure in worry. “you okay, peter?” “fine. i’m just... hot,” he murmurs back. his sweater does look pretty heavy, so you concede.

getting back to norman’s story, you grimace at the idea. “do you really think people will want to read that? for lack of a better term, it sounds kind of...” you pause. “basic.” “i thought the same thing at first,” he surprisingly agrees with you. “harry pitched the idea to me this morning. you won’t believe it! the other night, he caught spider-man hanging outside his window.”

“harry... harry saw him?” peter squeaks out. he uses the wool material that feels like it’s swallowing him to dab at his forehead. “he stopped on his balcony. must have been pretty late, the kid’s a night owl,” norman says about his son. your face lights up as you listen to him. “he took some shots of spidey in action, when he swung off. i saw a few. they were pretty great.” he’s grinning at his son’s success.

“maybe he’ll get into photography with you, pete,” norman suggests. peter gives him a weak smile in return. “we’d be happy to have him.” he usually has a lot more to say about his career than that. his behavior is starting to genuinely concern you. “anyway,” norman gets back on topic, “it got me thinking. how much do we really know about this guy? we’re supposed to blindly put our trust in him?”

you’re beginning to see the appeal now. you’ve written your share of pieces on the avengers and their methods, tackling the same questions norman just asked you. spider-man shouldn’t be overlooked, especially when he operates so close to your home. this could be another revolutionary superhero story in the making. and, you get to bring peter along for the ride.

“you know what? this has a lot of potential,” you smile at norman, then peter. he has his phone in his lap, fingers flying across the screen. it must be something important. you’ll discuss with norman while he takes care of that. “we could make it a weekly thing, about spider-man’s adventures. find out what we can about the man behind the mask...” peter shoots up in his seat. “without taking it off,” you finish, putting his mind at ease.

“see, i knew you were gonna love it! it was a blessing in disguise, you missing that deadline.” norman bangs his fist on the table with a hearty laugh. “what do you say, peter? you still in?” peter slips his phone back in his pocket. his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. “oh, of course. i can’t wait to work with you, y/n/n,” he speaks in a monotone voice, adding on, “again.”

something is definitely bothering him, and it isn’t the weather.

“i gotta go. betty needs me upstairs, so,” peter moves to get up, his body stiff. you assume that’s who he was texting. “thank you again, mr. osborn.” he’s rushing out of the room just like that, until you call after him. “um, don’t you wanna set a time to meet up? so we can get started?” you reasonably ask. “i... i really gotta go. find me later,” peter tells you, giving you both a tight lipped smile and running off.

“the dynamic duo is back!” norman announces to you. you’re disappointed you can’t share that sentiment with peter.

he’s absolutely booking it down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the next elevator. this is bad. this is a nightmare.

peter went from having one of his best days in a while to the worst in not even a full round of work. today started off fine, and got better when norman promoted him. it got way better when you came along. he saw your smile that makes his insides tingle, heard your laugh that’s the prettiest sound to grace his ears, held your hand that he never wants let go.

things went a bit downhill after that. betty was pushy and yelled at him a lot, demanding he only film her good angles for the segment. you and mj weren’t wrong when you told him to be careful.

later on when he saw you again, everything was okay. he was physically shaking as brad told him mr. osborn requested to see him. brad is mr. osborn’s assistant. a try-hard for sure, but good at his job. why did mr. osborn call him in? did betty complain already?

they’d been sitting in mostly silence, save for small talk until you came knocking on the door. simply being next to you was enough to ground peter and his racing thoughts. it was enough, then it wasn’t.

the whole day had gone to shit after he found out you were going to be writing stories about his alter ego. not only that, but he was helping. during the pitch, he’d texted ned to meet him in the bathroom. he was really anxious and needed a friend who understood why.

ned accidentally found out peter is spider-man last year. it’s a long story that involves peter hiding from some bad guys in the building and ned shrieking so loud the lights flickered. they’re cool now that peter talked things through with him. his secret has been kept, from what he knows.

pushing open the men’s bathroom door, peter is a mixture of sweat and ragged breaths. he’s panting from his fast descent down the staircase. he takes in his disheveled appearance using one of the mirrors. his styled hair is now damp and undone, hands trembling and palms sweaty, chest heaving. here’s his daily reminder that anxiety is not cute. as if he didn’t know.

his stupid, gigantic freaking sweater is only making things worse. it’s suffocating him. no one else is in here, so peter pulls it over his head and tosses it to the ground. he’s got a t-shirt on underneath that happens to be black. what a convenient day for him to wear the hottest material there is.

peter splashes his face with some cold water next to try and cool himself down. that doesn’t do much for him. his face still feels like it’s on fire, but now it’s wet. he takes his hands through his mop of curls, backing away from the sink.

“fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck,” peter repeats to himself. he’s silent for a moment, then rage overcomes him. he kicks open a bathroom stall. “shit! i can’t do this. what am i supposed to-“

the door creeks open, so peter shuts up in case it isn’t ned. it thankfully is, and he wears a deep frown at the sight of his best friend. “dude, what happened? you look...” “terrible. i know,” peter finishes for him. he tugs at his locks in another attempt to tame them. ned approaches him carefully. “you’re not, like, dying... are you? because betty was telling me you have to-“ “of course you were with betty,” peter exhales in frustration. “no, ned. i’m not dying.”

in ned’s defense, the text he received was very alarming. all peter wrote was, ‘EMERGENCY. SOS.’

“i mean, yeah. it was my break.” ned sits on the ledge by the window, close to peter. “you do the same with y/n.” the mention of your name upsets peter all over again. he hides his face in his hands as ned watches. “if you’re not dying, then what’s the problem?” ned finally asks. “me and y/n...” peter removes his hands from his face, meeting ned’s worried eyes. “mr. osborn wants us to do a project together.”

“uh, peter? you’ve been saying how much you miss her forever, dude! you’re not excited?” ned snorts at him. he means well, but he has no clue what he’s talking about. “no. it’s supposed to be about spider-man,” peter answers angrily. this isn’t the support he was hoping for. realizing the severity of the situation, ned gets serious.

“oh... but, you’re still doing it?” he questions. “i didn’t have a choice,” peter scoffs out. “i can’t let either of them down.” “you’ll expose yourself!” ned escalates things further. “it’s not like that. we’re gonna follow spider-man around and post updates on him,” peter says, technically in the third person. he’s given an are you insane? look from ned.

“you are spider-man! and, no offense, but you’re not so good at hiding it,” ned refers to himself finding out. “how are you gonna be in two places at once?” damnit, peter hadn’t thought about that yet. he can’t be taking pictures of spider-man and swinging from building to building simultaneously. “i- i’ll figure it out,” peter stammers, unconvincingly.

ned looks him over in a disapproving way. “jeez. you’re really putting your life on the line for this girl-“ “woman,” peter interjects, not loving ned’s attitude towards you. “have some respect.” unfazed, ned gets up from the windowsill. “speaking of women, remember betty? you’re still on the clock,” he changes the subject. peter nearly forgot he has to go film her segment.

“i’ll head up to her now,” peter gives in. he scoops up his discarded sweater, not bothering to check his appearance again. ned follows behind him to the door. “we wrote her script together, you know,” he gladly informs peter, who already knows from you. “not really a flex,” peter mumbles his response. “peter, lighten up.” ned hits at his shoulder. the two of them exit the bathroom.

“you’ll figure this out later. i can always help.” he shoots him a sugary sweet smile. “thanks, ned. for talking with me and everything.” peter doesn’t smile back. they do a quick bro handshake, then they’re going their separate ways. “have a good show, dude!” ned yells back, to which he doesn’t get a response. peter doesn’t have it in him.

he allows himself to take the elevator back up to broadcasting. he’s so drained from the several anxiety attacks he endured. while peter waists for the elevator, he contemplates all the issues he’d better solve. it’s a relief to hear it ding because it brings him back to earth. that doesn’t last long because both you and betty are there when the door opens.

you’d each had the same idea, to find peter. unlike betty, your intentions were good. you asked liz if she saw peter leave. she told you he went downstairs, so you did also. betty was already in the elevator when it got to your stop. she was looking for him because, you guessed it, he had to record the news. the small space was filled with tension as you and betty occupied it.

“perfect. we’re going right back up,” betty beams, motioning for peter with her index finger. “hop in!” “coming,” peter does as told, going to stand between you and betty. she presses the button for your floor and theirs. the doors close. “pete?” you speak up, voice soft. “you kinda ran off earlier. i thought you were with betty.” “clearly, he wasn’t,” betty sneers.

you’re less concerned with her and more with peter. the sweater he looked so huggable in is now folded in his arms, his face splotchy and jaw clenched. he must have gotten triggered by something back in norman’s office.

“are you sure you’re okay? you... you can talk to me about it.” you take a step closer to peter, your doe eyes searching for his. he meets them with a tiny smile. at least, it’s real this time. “i’ll be fine, y/n/n. ‘s nice that you came to check on me, though.” “don’t mention it.” your arms loop around his neck and bring him into a hug. peter hugs you back by your middle, chin resting on your shoulder, breathing out in relief.

you keep your hands on his shoulders when you pull back. his stay on your sides, a lopsided grin now crossing his features. “spider-man...” you quirk an eyebrow. “how are you feeling about that?” “should be cool,” peter somehow maintains himself. “i’m mostly looking forward to doing it with you.”

listening in, betty joins the conversation. “what’s happening with spider-man? anything i should know?” her hand reaches into her bag and emerges with a notepad. does she ever think of her own content? “she’s nothing if not persistent,” you grumble to peter. chuckling, he pulls you into his chest. if he didn’t hold you back, you would’ve pounced on her.

“we’re gonna do a piece on him,” peter tells her. “you can’t copy or steal this one because it’s already been approved,” you contribute, smiling smugly as peter holds you tighter. betty is taken aback. “are you accusing me of stealing? who said i-“ “ned ratted on you... sorry,” peter says in a sing song voice. squealing, you jump away from him. “he did? we were right?”

“mj’s never wrong,” he reiterates. “mj knew about this? oh my god, i can’t believe her!” betty stomps her foot. “we got you on candid camera.” you make a clicking noise with your mouth. peter mimes taking a picture to back you up. “alright, alright. i won’t do it again,” betty mumbles, turning away from you two in annoyance.

“finally!” you hold up your hand for a high five, which peter gives you. “we really do make the best team,” he hums. your fingers intertwine with peter’s, and he lays his palm flat against yours. he prays extremely hard you don’t notice that it’s sweaty. you do, but you couldn’t care less.

“i was wondering when you’d wanna start our... research?” peter asks you, his lip between his teeth. “you were saying something earlier. maybe we could make a schedule.” “how elaborate of us that would be,” you tease. that earns a breathy laugh from peter. with a knowing smile, you put your free hand back on his shoulder.

“what are you doing tonight?”

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SFW Alphabet - Simeon

This man seriously owns my entire heart. Like, I would trade all of the brothers just to be with him, no questions asked lmao

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Surprisingly, he’s not that affectionate. Well, at least not physically. He enjoys spending time with you and being in the same room, but he hardly ever craves psychical affection like the brothers do. The farthest he usually goes is hand-holding and maybe a little hand kiss too, but he rarely goes beyond that unless he’s feeling especially clingy that day. Just being near you is enough for him really. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Friendship with him can go one of two ways. He’d either baby you like he does with Luke, or lowkey bully you like he does with Lucifer, no in between. It really depends on how you are as a person and how he sees you. If he sees you as someone who needs protecting and is a bot more on the childish side, you’ll totally be another Luke to him. And if you’re someone whose more on the opposite end of that spectrum, calm, composed, serious, he’ll treat you more like he does Lucifer. But he loves you all the same. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is probably the one exception to the lack of physical affection. He loves nothing more than to curl up next to you in bed after a long day of dealing with RAD, Luke, and Solomon’s “cooking”. He especially loves laying his head on your chest so that he can listen to your heartbeat. It just calms him down and reminds him that you’re really here with him. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Man is the definition of malewife (besides Barb), so of course he’s amazing at any kind of chore. He’s also gotten quite good at household chores after having to take care of Luke for so long. And, trust me, he would love to settle down with you. Maybe Luke could come along too? That would be ideal. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d be super gentle about it. The last thing he wants is to make the situation any worse than it’s gonna get, so he breaks the news as calmly as possible. If the situation did somehow escalate, he would try is best to get everything under control lest someone get hurt (physically or emotionally). 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As much as he’d love to get married, he also wants to take it slow. He understands that relationships need time to develop, so he wants to wait until both of you are absolutely sure before going any further. After all, marriage is a big commitment to an angel, so it’s important that everything is perfect. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is so gentle. Like, he’s the best when it comes to care. Maybe it’s just his instincts as an angel, but he feels the need to protect you from any harm whatsoever. He always makes sure he has permission before touching you anywhere, and he’s constantly checking up on you and making sure you’re feeling well. really, he just wants you to feel as comfortable as possible with him.  

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes hugs, but he doesn’t give them out too often. It’s almost always you who goes to him for hugs first unless he’s in a really good mood. But he’ll never deny anyone who does want a hug, especially you (and Luke). 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Honestly, he probably waits a while before saying it. In fact, you might end up being the one to say it first. He wants to take things slow, and the last thing he wants is to make you feel rushed by saying it too quickly. He loves you very much, and you’re both highly aware of that, but actually saying the words takes time for him. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Surprisingly, he gets really jealous really easily. Not so surprisingly, he’s very good at hiding it. He just hates how much time you spend with the brothers, and he’ll use anything to get you to come over. His most common excuses usually involve either Luke or Solomon needing supervision and him needing help with that. He never means to guilt trip or gaslight, but he lowkey might if it means getting you to him quicker.  

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He is a sucker for for hand kisses, both giving and receiving. They’re just so romantic to him, and they don’t take much effort either. His kisses, regardless of where they are, are super loving and romantic. All he wants to do is sweep you off your feet and make you feel loved. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

*cough*Luke*cough* All jokes aside, he does really love children. He just loves how innocent and joyful they can be, and he loves how they speak their minds since most don’t have a filter. The chaos they can get into is also an added bonus, even if it can be a hassle to clean up afterwards. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings can go one of two ways. The preferred way is you two waking up around the same time and just staying in bed for a couple hours enjoying each other’s company. These mornings are usually filled with sweet words and soft touches. The other, less preferred way, is absolute chaos. It doesn’t matter if you stay at the HoL or PH, there will be chaos. And one (or both) of you is going to have to fix it. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He tends to stay up late working, so you can either go to bed and he’ll join later, or you can stay up with him. Either way, he’ll try and finish up as quickly as possible so that he can curl up with you in bed. If his day was especially stressful, he’ll hold you close to him and rant about all of his worries. Side note: please pet his hair, he deserves it. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s actually pretty open with you, which is kinda surprising. I mean, he does have his secrets he’d much rather keep, but who doesn’t. However, he also knows the value of trust in a relationship, so he tries his hardest to be open and honest with you as possible. He hopes that you’ll do the same as well. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

The freakin definition of patience. He’s dealt with so much throughout his life, so he’s grown to have an amazing temperament. Of course he can get annoyed (*cough*the play*cough*) but he does so well at controlling it most of the time. This patience is specifically applied to you and Luke. You could literally murder someone and he probably still wouldn’t be mad. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’d remember most of what you say, but he’d hardly ever utilize it like some of the brothers do. He’ll use the information in more subtle ways. You mention. a certain flavor of cake you like? He makes sure Luke makes some during hsi next baking session. Any shows you enjoy? He may not watch them depending on the length, but he’ll do some research on them so that he can talk to you about it. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory is this one time you came over to bake with Luke. Luke, precious thing, was trying out this new recipe, and he was super excited about it. But, of course, Solomon had to come in and mess everything up and now the kitchen and half the house is a mess. Luke is super upset, Solomon is lowkey enjoying it, and Simeon is there watching the world burn around him. And through it all, you stayed there and helped them clean up even when you didn’t have to. He just found it so sweet that you took the time to help Luke and also the rest of the Hall as well. It ended up being a fun day even if he did scold Solomon for hours afterwards. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s decently protective, but that’s mostly is angelic instincts. Angels have that natural instinct to protect humans, so he had that urge even before you two became a thing. And that urge only became stronger as you two got closer. However, his protection comes in more subtle ways, like most of his gestures. Someone getting a bit too close to you? He’ll put his arm about you and slowly back you away. The brothers are fighting again? He’ll step in front of you to make sure you’re not caught in the cross-fire. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Like pretty much everything else, he’s much more subtle with his dates. He prefers more lowkey options, like a picnic or just hanging out in either his room or yours. You guys never do anything over-the-top, and he likes it that way. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He tends to prioritize others over himself a lot, and he’s been trying to work on it for a while. And, obviously, he’s terrible with tech. I honestly have no clue how he’s survived this long not knowing how a D.D.D. works past the basics.  

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s naturally pretty, so he doesn’t need to care. Jokes aside, he isn’t one to particularly care for his looks. He does want to look nice and presentable, but it isn’t usually a top priority compared to someone like Asmo or Mammon. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

WIthout a doubt. He tends to get attached to people very easily, and you’re no exception. Once you two being getting close, it’s over for him. From then on, he’s attached to you. If something were to happen to you, he would simply cease to exist. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He and Michael totally had something going on at one point. Maybe they still have something going on. Hell, maybe even Luci was involved at one point. I have no clue where this idea came from, but it’s in my head and so now all of you are being subjected to it as well. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

People who dislike Luke are a big no for him. Sorry, they’re a package deal. You want him? Well, now you have a child too.  

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He tends to make noises in his sleep. It’s not really cohearent words or anything, more just like light snores and stuff. Kinda like a dog when it really gets into a dream, ya know? 

[deannaroxannewrites]

Tropetember Day 5 - Accidental Confession / In Vino Veritas (Drunk Confession/Drunk Dial)

Unrequited love? Bite me

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x GN!Reader

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Rating: Teen and up

TW: Drinking/alcohol, language, vampirism/blood mentions, FWB mention

AN: Day 5 of @tropetember. Not my best work but hope you enjoy. Might rework this slightly at a later point.

A visit to the Salvatores in Mystic Falls should be pretty fun, until Damon decides to drag you to a party the Originals are throwing.

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“Damon, you cannot be serious.”

Your best friend just gives you puppy dog eyes. Bright blue and sad as can be. It’s kinda pathetic.

“Pretty please.”

You huff, knowing you won’t win this argument. You’ve known him since you were both children, through him being turned by Katherine and later Stefan turning you (long story), and then on and off in the intervening century and a half. You even had a casual friends with benefits arrangement when you were both lonely/bored. Knowing him so well, you decide to save everyone the time and give in.

“You’re paying for my outfit Damon! I can not believe you’re making me go…”

He scoops you up and spins you, making you squeal as he thanks you. Stefan, who has been observing from the couch being absolutely no help, just laughs.

“You won’t regret it. It’ll be fun and we can learn some things at the same time. We’ll be the most attractive spy duo in history.”

You just roll your eyes and go to grab your keys before stealing Damon’s wallet. If you’re going to have to face the Mikaelsons again, you weren’t doing it in something you’d worn before. And you were going to buy something expensive out of spite.

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The entrance to the Mikaelson’s house was the same as any other house in Mystic Falls: opulent, excessive and with far too much marble. You’d take a cosy cabin over this nonsense any day.

Clinging to Damon's arm, you enter the space and, thankfully, Klaus is the only one of the family greeting guests.

“Darling, it’s been a while.” You can’t help the reactionary smile as you embrace him. He could be bat shit crazy at times, but he’d always been kind to you.

“Klaus! I’ve missed you.” Out of your eye corner, you can see Damon giving you both evil eyes. Had you accidentally on purpose forgotten to mention you knew the original family? Oops, your bad.

Klaus doesn’t let you go far, holding you at arms length to admire your new outfit. You do look stunning in it, if you do say yourself.

“Beautiful.” He leans in to whisper in your ear “My brother really doesn’t realise what he’s missing.”

You laugh him off, ignoring the implication. You knew better.

“Now boys,” you say, glancing between them, “I’ll have no part in whatever this little competition or measuring contest is, and I expect you all to leave me out of it.” They both look a little guilty as they nod. “Marvellous. If you need me, I’ll be somewhere out of the way with a glass of champagne.”

And with that you head further into the party, leaving them to bicker.

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"Urgh, I've missed you so much! I can't believe you left us."

You and Rebekah are both waaaay too many glasses of champagne deep at this point. You’d been there a couple of hours by now and it had only taken Rebekah 30mins to realise you were there and take you hostage. You're currently sequestered on a sofa in a corner and are both a bit sloppy.

"What do you want me to say Bekah? It's your arsehole brother's fault."

"Wait, what? What did Klaus do?"

You laugh, just a tad hysterically and fortify yourself with another sip out of your glass.

"Wrong one. Go older"

A look of understanding comes across her face and she wraps an arm around you. You, sadly, don't have enough of your wits about you to realise that this isn't the best place for a drunken heart to heart.

Everything starts to spill out of you. How you and Elijah had spent so much time together. How you thought he liked you back, only for him to turn up with what's her name wrapped around him. How he'd laughed when you'd expressed your surprise that he was dating, and how it made you feel like nothing. It was too much for your heart to handle. So you’d left, had a fun rebound weekend with Damon and tried to move on.

Rebekah pulls back slightly, wiping a tear that had escaped without your permission.

"You're too good for him anyway," she says and you laugh.

"I wish that were true.” You pull yourself together a little and put on your best fake smile. “For now, I'm just going to don an air of indifference and pretend I'm not in love with your oldest brother."

Your mirth leaves you instantly as you hear a refined voice behind you ask, "now why on Earth would you do that?"

It’s amazing how panic can sober you up.

You turn slowly and meet the eyes of the oldest Original. He’s in a suit, as always, and has a confident smirk plastered across his face. That pisses you off.

“Cos he’s an asshole” you coolly reply before turning to Rebekah, pressing a kiss to her cheek and walking swiftly out of the room to find Damon to take you home. You’d embarrassed yourself quite enough for one night.

You’d never admit that you were disappointed that Elijah didn’t try to stop you.

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One of the advantages to being a vampire was that you very rarely got a hangover. Instead, you just slept in a little, made a cup of coffee and did some yoga before heading out to treat yourself to lunch. You didn’t need to eat but you enjoyed the taste, there was much more variety in food than blood.

You'd only arrived in Mystic Falls a couple of days ago for your visit to see the Salvatore brothers and as such hadn't had a chance to try out the Mystic Grill. This seemed like a perfect fit opportunity. Something greasy would be perfect right about now.

The grill was a bit dingy but it worked for the place and you were happy to learn that they have a pretty good menu selection. Your excitement was soured though when Elijah decided to join you for lunch.

Dressed in yet another suit, no tie and the top buttons of his shirt undone, he oozes charm and money. Add in the handsome features and knockout smile and you were lost. You're sure back in the day the ladies with delicate constitutions had to keep their smelling salts close. You could easily have fainted over him.

But he wasn't interested in you, as he had made very clear, so you were just annoyed that he was existing in your space.

Elijah watched you eat for a few moments, clearly taking note of your reluctance to acknowledge him.

"For someone who's in love with me, you don't seem particularly happy to see me darling."

You groan quietly and lower your utensils. Wishing him away wasn't working.

"What do you want Elijah?" You sound bitter, even to your own ears. So much for attempting to sound neutral.

"One of my favourite people, who I haven't seen for a long time, has reappeared and I want to spend time with them. Is that too much to ask?"

You start eating again, using it to buy time. You had honestly missed his company. You just weren’t sure if you could bear him breaking your heart again, even accidentally and unintentionally. Luckily, he had more to say.

“Klaus told me off after you left, you know?”

You look at him in surprise.

“Told me that I’d wasted my best opportunity at happiness. Which is especially concerning considering who it was coming from.”

You nod your agreement. Klaus wasn’t exactly known for his sentimentality.

He continues, “would you believe that I really thought you were too good for me? That I really thought you weren’t interested?”

“Elijah, you can not be serious.” You pull a face at him. “I literally spent all of my time with you, hanging on your every word. I would have followed you to the ends of the Earth. How could you not have known?”

“I just thought you were being your usual effervescent self. I started dating again to try and let you go.”

Miscommunication. You shake your head. 30 years of heartbreak all because of miscommunication. God, you could bang the pair of your heads together. It’s basically a crappy romance novel. Ok, this is ok. You can fix this. You have pretty much forever left, after all.

Taking the initiative, you lean forward and grasp Elijah’s hand. His eyes fall to where you wrap your fingers around his. A hopeful look takes over his face as he returns to your eyes.

“Elijah?” You smile. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

He laughs. It’s a beautiful sound. You’re going to make it your personal mission to make him do it more often.

Lifting your knuckles to his lips, he places a gentle kiss on them.

“I can think of nothing else I’d rather do.”

[krreader]

dal | enemies to lovers.

pairing: kim taehyung x idol!reader ; ari x kim namjoon ; miya x jung hoseok fandom: dal ; bts  warnings: big hit girl group member!reader ; sex ; language genre: smut word count: 2k+ other: for more DAL content, please check out the DAL masterlist

summary: you wouldn’t break like your members. not even for a kim taehyung.

a/n: diamond maknae has jk and yoongi, dal will have taehyung and whoever else you decide ehehe. in all seriousness, though, thank you for the request and I hope you wanted the other members to have the whole enemies to lovers thing as well, not just the reader. even though the focus is still the reader, obviously!

Despite you and Bangtan being from the same company and despite you all now having a fantastic relationship... it wasn't always this way.

Every now and again, you'd still joke about why the dynamic between your two groups was so shitty at first, with you four claiming that it was because they were afraid that someone might throw them off their throne, whereas they claim, it was because you girls were way too overconfident.

Whatever it really was in the end, whether that or something else, your groups didn't like each other much. It was a constant battle of who's better. A battle, that you girls had to fight twice as hard due to their already existing fanbase and yours still growing.

Nevertheless, you four held your ground. And that was the first step of gaining BTS' approval.

“They actually work hard, you know?” Hoseok was the first to ever say these words out loud when Bangtan was having dinner one night.

“Mhm, I think we all know why you out of all of us says that, hyung,” Jimin shoved a spoon full of rice in his mouth, munching on it with a smirk while the rest of the boys were left with confused faces. Hoseok just lowered his head until they could see nothing but his forehead.

“No, we don't,” Taehyung said, “Why do we think that?”

“Do you want to confess, hyung? Or do you want to keep this a secret for a little while longer?”

Well, putting him on the spot like that wasn't exactly 'keeping it a secret'. Hoseok didn't say anything, but he did lean back, a little more confidently and raised his eyebrows at Jimin as to say: “Fine. Spill the tea.”

“Hoseokie hyung has been giving... dancing lessons to Miya. Private dancing lessons. If you guys know what I mean.”

And then a round full of “WHAT?!” and “SHUT UP!” and “NO WAY”'s were shouted into the room.

It was bound to happen eventually.

Even Bang PD had said something like: “Listen... I know that your two groups will probably spend a lot of time together and because of your age and your similar interests... things could... escalate. Do whatever you want to do, but I don't want to find out and neither should the rest of the company. Don't get pregnant and don't let anyone ever find out, then what you do is your business,” to Ari and Namjoon at a meeting for both groups one day.

Funny, that he'd say that to the two of them, since they were the ones that fucked each other first.

“Oh, come on,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest when you walked into Ari's room one day and found Namjoon lying in her bed, “You've got to be kidding me.”

“Fucking knock,” she jumped out of the bed, put on a bathrobe and pushed you out of the room, closing the door behind her, “You didn't see anything, okay?”

“I saw too much, actually,” but hey, good for her. That size wasn't easy to come by these days.

“I mean... don't tell the others, okay? It's not serious, I just need to let off steam and he's the same.”

“How long has this been going on for?”

“I don't know.. a few weeks? What does it matter anyways?”

“It matters, because a friends with benefits relationship that goes on for a long time might evolve into something more. What if you fall for him?”

She snorted that day and told you that it'd never happen.

But when you walked out of the kitchen one day and saw her kiss him goodbye at the door with that lovey-dovey smile, you knew that it had already happened. And from the way he didn't want to let her go, you doubted that it was one-sided.

“You'll forever be my baby sister, right?” you asked Jun one night when you were feeling lonely due to Ari being with Namjoon again and Miya having “gone to dance practice”. At one in the morning.

She wasn't exactly being sneaky here. You just didn't know who it was that she was seeing.

“Of course, I will be,” she snuggled against you and grinned, “Why are you so sad today?”

“Ah, I don't know. When we were announced and had that tension with BTS, it felt like we pushed ourselves to be better, you know? But now it feels like we're starting to lose that goal with Ari and Miya already having gone over to the dark side.”

“The dark side?” Jun sat up and let out a snort, “I think you should finally let go of that hate towards the guys, you know?”

“It's not hate. It's just... competition. Wanting to be better than them.”

“You know, I think the best way at becoming better than them is to learn from them.”

“When did you become so wise?” you furrowed your eyebrows, pulled a pillow into your arms and hugged it tightly. But within seconds, you sat up straight and looked at her with wide eyes, “Oh no... not you too.”

Jun let out a chuckle and got up, “They're really not so bad, (Y/N). Just put some effort into it. You'll be fine, I promise.”

Great.

So now all three of your band members had formed an alliance with one member of BTS. And whether they were just 'passing time' with each other or were actually in a relationship with them didn't matter here. What mattered was that they were no longer enemies.

Only you were left to defend your group.

“Aw, don't you have any friends that will have lunch with you?” Taehyung chuckled as he sat down in front of you, “Then I'll sacrifice myself and eat with you.”

“You're here on your own too, so right back at you,” you narrowed your eyes at him, shoving a piece of kimchi in your mouth.

He looked at you for a second with a half grin, then he started laughing and nodded, “Fair enough.”

“Don't you have to work or something? Thought the world famous BTS never stopped working.”

“Ah, don't be jealous, love. You'll get there in fifteen years, too.”

Taehyung was the worst thorn in your eye for sure. The one that you wanted to slap 90% of the time and the other 10 you caught yourself having thoughts that you really didn't want to have. Not when you fought for your ‘independence’ from BTS for so long.

But hey... he was fucking handsome. No denying here.

“You think I'm jealous of you?” you snorted and got up, “Please, don't flatter yourself.”

You returned your plates and then wanted to make your way back to the studio. Only that once you were in the elevator, someone squeezed in just in time.

“You literally just sat down to eat. What do you want?”

“I asked them to pack it up for me,” Taehyung grinned happily, “Want to hang out?”

“Wh..- Seriously, are you that lonely?”

“Yeah, that's why I want to spend time with you. You're the loneliest person I know.”

“I'm not lonely,” you snorted and crossed your arms in front of your chest, “I have quite a lot of friends. And... lovers.”

Not sure why you felt like you had to add – and make up – that last part, but it unfortunately didn't go over well. Because Taehyung instantly started laughing, way more than was natural.

“Oh, you don't believe me?” you challenged, instantly standing up straighter and taking a step towards him.

It shut him up, but only because he straightened his back too and licked his lips with a smirk.

“Not in the slightest. But hey... convince me of your talents, if you really want to.”

And that was the issue between your dynamic with him. Neither of you wanted to back down and lose to the other.

So you took another step towards him, your boobs now touching his chest and looking daringly into his eyes.

“Like you're worthy of that.”

“I will be,” he leaned down, until his lips were right beside your ear, “If you let me.”

He thought he had you then... but that's why he liked you so much. Because he didn't have you. Not even in the slightest. You just snorted and walked out of the elevator when the doors opened again and he was left there smirking with too tight pants.

“Oh, isn't this just wonderful, we're having a party,” you said with a sarcastic smile as you walked into your apartment that was filled with not just your members, but BTS members as well, “I guess I wasn't invited. Despite me living here.”

“Don't be such a downer,” Ari said with a heavy sigh, getting up and handing you a drink, “Just sit down and talk to them. Please.”

“No, thank you. I'll just take my leave and wait in my room until everyone is gone.”

Jun got up and wanted to convince you to stay, but you were already on your way and Ari stopped her, shaking her head.

“Just give her time. She'll come around. We all did.”

You were so ready to fall into your bed and sleep, trying to ignore the laughing coming from the living room. 

But when you closed the door to your bedroom behind you, you instantly jumped in shock when you heard a male voice coming from your bed.

“Oh, how fortunate for me. This is your room?”

When you turned around, you found Taehyung literally chilling in your bed, one arm behind his head, shoes off and legs crossed, while the other hand held the remote control and browsed through your Netflix.

“You know, I see a pattern here... a lot of PG18 movies.”

“Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

“Why? I don't want to go over there. They're all making out and being lovey-dovey and it's annoying me,” he sat up and pursued his lips, “Besides. You're way more fun than your members. No offense.”

“Offense taken. They're very funny, actually, now get out,” you tried to pull him out of the bed, but he was stronger than you and pulled you into the bed with him instead.

“Oops.”

He smirked at you while you were now lying on top of him. And suddenly you realized what a game he was playing.

That time in the elevator. It started a war between you two of who could break the other one sooner. Sexually speaking.

Oh, if only you hadn’t mentioned those damned non-existant lovers.

In your mind, you already considered yourself the loser. But on the outside? No way.

“Your lip balm is pressing against my leg.”

He let out a laugh, “Even a lip balm can satisfy the driest lips in the world.”

Oh, that fucker.

“But see, when your lips are already moist because of that newer lip balm that you're using, you don't need the older model.”

“Hm, I understand,” he pushed himself up, both of you now sitting, you still on his lap, “But what if I tell you that it's not actually a lip balm, but a lip gloss?”

“I never liked lip glosses. They're very thin... too little product inside to satisfy my needs.”

Taehyung's grin grew larger by the second and even you had a hard time containing yours now.

“You just need to find the right lip gloss then. One that is thick, holds a lot of product and makes your lips wetter than they've ever been... for hours and hours and hours...”

“Is that a promise?” you looked down to his lips, losing that battle on the outside as well now.

“It's a vow, baby girl.”

And there it was.

The battle was over in less than five minutes.

The two of you made out, got rid of your clothes and Taehyung fucked you better than anyone else ever had, with you literally having to bite into your pillow so that you wouldn't scream.

And when Bangtan wanted to leave an hour later and realized that Taehyung was not with them anymore, they and your band members searched the entire apartment, only to stop in front of your door and hear you... unfortunately.

“Oh god,” Jin grimaced and walked away instantly, your youngest band members doing the same.

But Ari stayed for a moment longer and even considered walking in just to give you a thumbs up.

If only Namjoon hadn't stopped her.

That would have been hilarious.

[phis-corner]

statue of ice

yes i am still updating this fic lmao

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She only lasts a few weeks before caving and telling her brother that she’s Ladybug.

The Guardian – Fu is his name – was vehemently against revealing her identity again, already annoyed that she’d told Jason. Privately, Marinette thinks that Fu can “go fuck himself”, and maybe Jason would have said it out loud, but she does not.

Instead, she ignores his wishes and tells Tim anyway.

To his credit, her brother isn’t even surprised. He just quirks a smile during their scheduled video call and says in a light voice, “I guess it runs in the family, then, doesn’t it?”

Marinette is inclined to agree. After all, what are the odds that both of them ended up being protectors of two cities?

.o0o.

A week later, Tim calls her to confirm Marinette’s suspicions that Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth.

“He’s slippery. Paid to have all the security cameras around his home removed, but I traced akuma sightings on social media and marked them on a map and what do you know, his house was right in the center of the circle. I also checked out the property. He literally has a butterfly window, Mari. Everything in his house is butterfly patterned. It checks out.”

“Thank you, Tim-Tam. I’ll take care of it from here,” Marinette says. Her mind is already working, forming a plan to take Gabriel down. Permanently.

It has to be public. The city wouldn’t believe it otherwise, and some are already accusing Ladybug and Chat Noir of creating the akumas themselves so that they can make themselves look good by defeating them.

Exposing Gabriel as Hawkmoth would cause the downfall of his company and result in the loss of thousands of jobs, but Audrey Bourgeois had a Parisian branch of Style Queen that was still fairly new and looking for employees, and she knows that Audrey would most likely hire all of Gabriel’s employees out of spite.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to help?” her brother asks. “You don’t have to do this alone, you know.”

She knows. She wants so, so badly not to do it alone, to have her brother by her side as she faces down a magic user that could turn her into a puppet in the blink of an eye if she allowed herself to feel just a little bit too much, but she can’t bring him into this. Can’t bring anyone else into this. Tim already spends his nights stopping rapists and murderers and seeing all the horrors that Gotham has to offer. He doesn’t need to see what Paris throws at its people as well.

“It’s a miraculous matter, Tim-Tam,” Marinette says instead of voicing any of those thoughts. “Besides, bringing anyone else in puts them at risk of akumatization. It’s best to keep as few people involved as possible.”

“Okay then,” Tim responds, not fully managing to hide the disappointment and apprehension in his voice. “Good luck, Mari.”

The corners of her lips twitch upwards in a tiny smile. “I am the living embodiment of good luck, Tim-Tam. It will be alright.”

.o0o.

It is easy to poke and prod at Gabriel’s ego until he thoughtlessly lunges, crashing through his own window onto the street below when she dances out of his way.

Ladybug follows, dropping and rolling with a familiarity that comes from being forced to do that same motion countless times, and she toys with him, dodging, ducking, but never really attacking, until the news helicopters start circling overhead.

Chat Noir arrives just as she sweeps Gabriel’s legs out from underneath him, and he doesn’t quite manage to stifle his gasp of horror, all irritation at Ladybug for taking Hawkmoth down without him forgotten when he sees who is underneath the mask.

Ladybug may find Chat Noir (Adrien Agreste, she reminds herself,) a nuisance at best, but she is not heartless. She knows what it’s like, to want to believe that one’s parents are good people. She knows what it’s like when that illusion one tries so hard to maintain finally shatters, and it’s something that nobody deserves to experience.

Chat’s face hardens as Ladybug starts murmuring words in an ancient tongue underneath her breath, casting a spell on his father, who gave up the fight as soon as the butterfly was removed from his hands, to ensure that Gabriel will never be able to touch another miraculous again. He won’t be able to exist within three feet of one.

It’s a good thing she chooses that spell too, because it protects Gabriel from his son’s wrath.

As the authorities are cuffing his hands behind his back, something cold settles in Chat Noir’s eyes as he calls up a Cataclysm and lunges at his father, the clawed hand rippling with dark magic outstretched, ready to disintegrate a living, breathing human being.

Gabriel is yanked backward by an invisible force, pulled out of harm’s way, and Chat’s Cataclysm lands on a chunk of debris instead. The Black Cat is held back by his partner before he can try something else.

“Chat,” Ladybug hisses, as he struggles in her hold, still trying to go after his father, who is being put away into a police car. “It’s done. It’s over. He won’t hurt anyone ever again, and the justice system will deal with it.”

Chat Noir slowly starts to resist less and less at her words, and she takes that as a cue to continue. “It feels anticlimactic, and I know you want to do more. You think we should do more than just let them take him away, because you’ve been fighting on the front lines of this battle since the beginning. But our part is over. Our duty has been fulfilled. He won’t be acquitted, if that’s any consolation. There are mountains of evidence against him.”

Her partner turns around, suddenly, and buries his face into her shoulder as his body jerks with what she realizes are sobs. He’s crying,Ladybug realizes. He’s crying for his father. For who he thought his father was.

When was the last time she cried for one of her parents?

Ladybug reaches a hand up and awkwardly pats Chat Noir on the back for a moment before she spots the reporters.

“Let’s take this to our usual meeting spot,” she whispers to her partner, and he nods, composing himself in an instant. Janet would have liked Adrien, she thinks. Gabriel’s parenting style was evidently similar to how Marinette had grown up.

Five minutes later, they’re standing on the Eiffel Tower, overlooking the city they’d sacrificed so much to protect.

“This is it, isn’t it?” Chat Noir asks, turning to her. “This is the end? There’s no use for us anymore.”

Ladybug inhales slowly, taking in the view from above one last time and committing it to memory. Not that she needs to – her eidetic memory ensures that she’ll never forget. It’s for the sentiment, she supposes.

“Yes,” she murmurs. “We have to give them back now. Say goodbye to our kwamis.” She’ll miss Tikki’s company, she thinks, but not as much as she misses Jason’s. The kwami was sweet, yes, but she didn’t understand Marinette’s need to do something other than being Ladybug.

“Where do we even return them to?” Chat questions, and then she remembers that he’d never been told of the Guardian’s existence.

Ladybug unhooks her yoyo from her side, tossing it up and down one last time as she prepares to swing. “Follow me,” she says, and then she throws the yoyo and leaps off the side of the Tower.

.o0o.

Fu’s massage parlor is just as inconspicuous as ever, and somehow, no one is walking along the street when Ladybug and Chat Noir enter.

The Guardian has been expecting them – there are three cups of tea sitting on the table in front of him.

“Ladybug, Chat Noir, please sit,” he says in his wheezy voice. They oblige, but the tea remains untouched on the table.

“Chat Noir, it is time to return your miraculous,” Fu states, and the two of them stiffen, immediately picking out what’s wrong with that sentence.

“Why am I not included?” Ladybug inquires, her polite tone holding an undercurrent of danger. “There cannot be a Ladybug without a Black Cat.”

“Well, you see, you won’t be using the Ladybug,” the Guardian explains with a slightly condescending look on his face. “But there can only be one Guardian, and I’ve chosen you to be my successor.”

The sound of Ladybug’s palms slamming on the table makes the other two people in the room jump. “Absolutely not,” she declares as she stands up. “I did not agree to become the Guardian. This has never been discussed.”

Fu looks up at her with confused eyes. “But you became a candidate when you agreed to put on the earrings, and Chat Noir is simply not fit for the job.” Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Chat Noir wince, but he does not disagree.

“I put on the earrings because people were dying,” Ladybug growls. “Because this city needed something, someone, to look up to, and there was no other viable option. The Guardian is never in the light. They spend the rest of their extended lives hiding in the shadows to protect a box of magical jewelry. The Guardian is not a symbol of hope, because nobody knows the Guardian exists. I put on the earrings to be a symbol of hope, not because I wanted to, but because people needed one. The people don’t need one anymore, and I don’t want to continue doing this.”

“I was fighting a war, Fu,” she spits, furious words laced with venom. “I was fighting a war with one ally by my side and we were both children. Now that the war is over, I am no longer needed, so I am leaving. I want the shreds of innocence I had before this war back, but that is not possible, so I can at least try to move on from this instead. Let me move on.”

Without warning, she reaches up and carefully takes the earrings out of her ears. She would have loved to rip them off in one swift movement, but earrings were not that type of jewelry. The Ladybug suit disappears in a flash of pink, and then she is Marinette again, standing in a massage parlor with a pair of red-and-black earrings in her hand and two sets of wide eyes fixed on her.

“Marinette,” Chat Noir breathes. “Oh my god, I… I’m so sorry.”

Marinette drops the earrings on the table in front of them. “Are you sorry for being an ass, or just sorry because the person you convinced yourself you were in love with was an illusion?” she asks, not looking at anyone or anything in particular as she pivots on her heel and strides for the exit.

When she reaches the doorway, however, she pauses, eyes still fixed straight ahead of her. “Oh, and Adrien?” she calls, eliciting two identical noises of surprise. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry too. About your father, of course.”

Then she opens the door and walks through, never once looking back as she sees the city that once weighed so heavily on her shoulders from the ground looking up, instead of from above, gazing down.

.o0o.

She’d spent some time wondering how she was going to adjust to life in Paris after that, knowing what she knew about Adrien and Gabriel and what Adrien knew about her.

As it turns out, she only has to go through one week of feeling Adrien’s green eyes on her at every available moment in class and going out of her way to avoid him, because her mother dies.

It’s surprisingly anticlimactic.

Janet Drake was always such a formidable woman. Her mere presence in a room could make grown men cower. To Marinette, she seemed almost invincible – always superior to everyone else, untouchable as she lashed out with quick with and a sharp tongue and long nails digging into her children’s shoulders. If there were ever any cracks in Janet’s façade, if it even wasa façade, she’d never seen one.

And yet, in the end, it turned out that she wasn’t untouchable after all. She’d died because she drank poisoned water out of desperation, even as Batman was right there. Batman had arrived to save them, he had freed them from their bonds, and the first thing they did was drink water poisoned with nerve toxin. Jack had survived, though he was in a coma and paralyzed.

Janet did not.

And that was it. That was the end of a woman that had dominated Marinette’s life for so long, a woman whose voice still hissed and lingered in her mind, reminding her to sit still and be silent and never, ever let your emotions show on your face.

Tim – he’d never had that mindset thrust upon him as forcefully as she did. After all, Tim had a father that didn’t despise him for his gender. Jack took charge of molding the son, and so Tim is crying, when he tells her all of this. He thinks he’s being subtle, but she’s his sister. She knows better.

Marinette didn’t care for her mother much, but she supposes she could give the dead at least some modicum of respect.

So as she packs her bags and books the next available flight to Gotham City, Marinette honors her mother’s wishes and does not shed a single tear for Janet Lynn Drake.

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Excuse me Orange. I have seen the posts of Makoto interacting with class 77 and as much as I would love to hear about it I'm really curious about how a relationship with class 79 and Makoto would be. More specifically Makoto and Kokichi.

Yes this is because I can't get the fic "Rosemary" out of my head. In summary, Makoto loses his memories and becomes a counsellor at a school in Germany after meeting Rantaro and adopts Kokichi. Besties Rantaro and Makoto with the disaster child that is Kokichi.

Hello anon! Thank you ever so much for being so polite and patient with me :). This post has been a long time coming, and people have requested it ever since I made those class 77 headcanons. I put it off partly because I was worried I wouldn't do the V3 characterisation justice. I based a lot of this off the wiki info, so I highly encourage anyone to add their thoughts or counter if they think of something different!

(Also since pre-game personalities are basically non-existent outside of headcanons, this is based off their killing game personas)

Makoto is excited to greet another school year, and some underclassmen along with it! With all the... interesting characters (turned friends) he's encountered in both his own and the above year, he can only wonder what the new students will be like...

Kaede- out of all the protagonists, I'd say Kaede shares the most similarities with Makoto, moreso than his own sister. These two would definitely get along and make a great tag team- watch out Hope's Peak, because these two will have befriended you before you know it! Makoto definitely admires Kaede's straightforwardness and her optimistic nature. They act as great support for each other if tag teaming another person/persons, as Kaede is bolder then Makoto, whilst Makoto acts well as a medium. They're both extremely loyal, arguably to a fault. Both Kaede and Makoto have lied in a class trial to protective their friend (a detective each time too, lmao). Apparently she also lied for his sake in the demo, which is sweet. I feel like they'd connect well over their mutual optimism and kind hearts. I think Makoto would convince Kaede to step out of her comfort zone- socially, she's very bold, but she strays away from activities that could affect her piano playing (by hurting her fingers) and can waste away a lot of time in the practice room. She misses out on a lot of potentially fun activities that way. On an outing with some others, she accidentally cuts her finger, and whilst Makoto apologises and tells her she was right to be cautious, she waves him aside. Despite being unable to play the piano for a few days, she fills her time with other activities and it actually... doesn't bother her so much. As an 'ordinary person', Makoto helps a lot of talented students by opening their eyes to seeing that their identity doesn't revolve around their talents. In return, Kaede offers to teach Makoto whilst he spends time with her in the practice room. Whilst piano is her favourite, she knows how to play other instruments, and teaches Makoto the violin (maybe you think he'd play a different instrument but violins are my favourite so I'm going with that-). They even practice together, and whilst Kaede still practices nearly every day, she finds that it can actually be even more fun with company.

Shuichi- ah yes, yet another detective. Makoto was initially surprised that they'd accepted another Ultimate Detective, since there's normally only one ultimate at a time in the school (aside from Luck, which is decided each year with a raffle or draw or whatever). It's revealed that Shuichi is actually undergoing part of a new tutoring programme, in order to increase the number of people with talents especially useful to society. He's to be tutored by his upperclassman... *drumroll* Kyoko! Being close with Kyoko and with Kaede, Makoto sees a lot of Shuichi and befriends him too. He helps out with Shuichi's lack of confidence and feelings of inadequacy. Unlike Makoto, Shuichi has an obvious role model that he both aspires to and compares himself against. Unlike Kyoko, Shuichi is much more connected to and feels responsible for the people his detective work condemns. Whereas Kyoko is confident in her goal to obtain the truth, in totally neutrality, Shuichi is hesitant about it, unable to feel unbiased and take a neutral stand. Makoto convinces him this is a good thing, that feeling guilt is normal and is a sign of being a passionate and sympathetic soul. Shuichi doesn't have to be the kind of detective Kyoko is- sometimes that kind of compassionate and caring person is exactly the mindset people want. He also reassures Shuichi that as painful as the truth is, uncovering it means being able to eventually move on, and embrace hope. (He also tells Kyoko to maybe be a bit more... /welcoming/ in their lessons, and eventually Kyoko grows quite fond of her student, discovering a fondess for teaching she didn't know she had).

They're both very humble and polite, and whilst Makoto isn't reserved, he can be very passive. I think the two would appreciate having more of a calm relationship, typical of a 'normal' friendship that is often er- 'lacking' at Hope's Peak. With Kaede's help, Shuichi would open up to Makoto and others over time. I personally headcanon Shuichi to have an anxiety disorder and depressive bouts, so I think someone like Makoto would be a great support friend, for him to go to when he needs company and comfort, someone to listen and to understand, and vice versa to an extent. I like to imagine Makoto, Shuichi and Kaede often spend time together (with Hajime too protag gang ftw). Shuichi likes to study in the music room with them. He's already good at research, but the music actually helps him... enjoy it more. (Maybe he takes up an instrument too, to give him a hobby to focus on, hmm).

Kokichi- Kokichi Ouma. Kokichi Ouma... what do I even say? Trying to wrap my head around his character is like trying to clear the death road of despair in your first try. Still, I'll try my best!

I've seen a headcanon before (i dont remember by who, if you know lmk and I'll credit them) that Makoto via his unpredictable luck would be immune to Kokichi's pranks, and I think that'd set up a pretty good basis for their introduction. I think if Kokichi and Makoto had to describe the other in one word, it would be... "frustrating". At first glance, they're practically opposites- someone like Kokichi, who seems to breathe lies instead of air, and a person like Makoto, who's so honest and open it's almost stupid. Makoto doesn't like how Kokichi lies so much, even if it means people hating him. He almost seems to WANT people to hate him (I think he said once that honest people scare him more than strangers). Makoto has a tendency to break down even the most difficult characters (coughcoguuh class 78 coughcofuh), and that both scares but intrigues Kokichi. Makoto couldn't hate him if he tried (literally the only person he ever even /disliked/ was Junko. Not /hate/, but just /dislike/? Really???), and it frustrates Kokichi that Makoto is so willing to trust him and put faith in him. Makoto isn't blindly optimistic either, he genuinely believes in people, and I think Kokichi would feel envious towards being able to trust so... freely. Part of Kokichi's childish and carefee personality and his perchance for lies is the manifestation of his desire for freedom. If no-one knows what he's thinking, if no one can guess his moves, if no one can use emotions or weaknesses against him, and he can do whatever he wants, isn't that freedom? Except it isn't. By not letting his guard down and being honest with people, in a way, Kokichi's lies have left him trapped, unable to open up out of a fear of vulnerability. Whilst Kokichi would be initially suspicious of Makoto, maybe even distrustful of or uncomfortable around his personality, I think having such a grounded, honest individual whom he can /rely/ on would be... comforting. Kokichi would warm up to him, and see that with Makoto, what you see is what you get. He's above all else, a /genuine/ person, though certainly not an ordinary one, and Kokichi learns to respect and even admire that. Kokichi intentionally pushes people away to avoid expressing vulnerability, by being intentionally unlikeable, but even so I think he's lonely. Pushing away others isn't out of a true desire to be alone (it never is), but a defense mechanism. That tactic wouldn't work on Makoto, and so Makoto could become someone who Kokichi not only considers a friend, but who wholeheartedly returns the sentiment.

Makoto isn't sure what to think of Kokichi at first. He's heard so much about this terrifying new student, an overlord of a secret underground organisation with roots all over the globe... and yet the first time they meet Kokichi is trying to drop a bucket of custard on him. I don't think Makoto would like how Kokichi lies so much- especially about things like killing people or sending them away to never be seen again. It upsets him how Kokichi can joke about it, and how he seems to enjoy toying with people's feelings. When Makoto has a goal, he'll follow it through to the end, so when he's determined to break through Kokichi's walls... well, it's not easy at first. He's also willing to keep Kokichi company and give him attention and hear him out, which Kokichi admittedly likes. Whilst Makoto isn't a pushover, he's also not going to threaten Kokichi or retaliate with mean words, he genuinely listens and entertains Kokichi even though he knows Kokichi is messing with him, which is.. really nice, actually. Even if he tries he can't really shake Makoto that much (pls after all the other -weirdos- people he's met?). Like oh-? They have to duel to the death with yu-gi-oh cards? It's lucky Makoto brought his stack with him! Kokichi orders him to play tea party with him? He loved playing it with Komaru when she was younger and was sad when she stopped! Kokichi tricks him into eating a really gross weird food? How did you know that was a family favourite! Kokichi is fond of Makoto, and is desperate to keep Makoto's attention on him, whilst at the same time not wanting to reveal his true feelings, leading to plenty of complicated situations. Eventually they reach a breaking point (i love drama ok) and whilst Makoto doesn't lash out at him, exactly, he admits that maybe it's best he leaves Kokichi alone, believing that maybe Kokichi truly is content to be the way he is. It's this event that causes Kokichi to realise that Makoto really is someone he'd rather not hurt- that he doesn't just 'like' him but truly cares for him. From then on he tries to dial it down a bit, and Makoto comes to understand how Kokichi's lying and 'cruelty' stems from a place of insecurity and fear of trust. He promises to be a person Kokichi can trust, to show him that vulnerability doesn't have to mean gettint hurt. Whenever the two are around each other all kind of wacky hijinks are bound to ensure, really. Kokichi loves having someone around to not only give him attention, but want to as well, and Makoto enjoys how Kokichi is willing to spend time with and entertain him, pushing him and supporting him in ways that he didn't realise initially. They both find the other extremely interesting, and their encounters usually lead to significant changes in their relationship and mindsets.

I like to imagine they'd spend time playing games and fanboying together- Kokichi adores video games, and it always poses a challenge going against Makoto's luck, which is great for someone competitive as he is. Kokichi also seems a fan of the shounen genre, and 'basic' Makoto is the only other person in the school aside from Hifumi and Tsumugi to even watch anime so you know those two nerds geek out constantly. Kokichi likes to play other kinds of games with Makoto too- and they really like word games- especially two truths one lie. Makoto is... suprisingly good at it. He's pretty poetic, and his genuineness makes it hard to disbelieve him. Which makes it all the more fun when going against Kokichi!

Rantaro- how would these two describe each other in 5 words? "A breath of fresh air". They're both some of the "normal-est" in the school tbh. It's really great for both of them to have someone to do normal teen stuff with. They love going shopping together, hanging out at cafes and arcades. They actually meet when looking for a birthday present for their sister(s). They both reach for the same one before apologising and insisting the other have it. Rantaro insists Makoto take it, since, well, it's not like /his/ sister would get it anytime soon... confused, Makoto asks why and somehow Rantaro ends up confessing the whole thing about his sisters' disappearances, and how he always buys a present for each of their birthdays, waiting for the day when he can give them to them in person. (Pls why does this always end up with makoto counselling the students akdhsjsj-). Makoto could definitely sympathise, having a younger sister of his own. I think they'd bond over that "older brother" role they share, and Makoto would definitely help alleviate some of Rantaro's guilt. I like to imagine that Makoto, whilst being a 'typical teenage boy', also has a lot of feminine interests that he might be a bit insecure about. I love the idea of Rantaro encouraging him to embrace that (guy has like 12 sisters, he gave up feeling shy about makeup, nail polish, jewellery and dressing up in tiaras years ago). Rantaro is the first person to paint Makoto's nails and he loves it so much-!!! They go out for boba together and wear matching green nail polish pls its awesome. Rantaro also tells Makoto stories from when he was travelling and its also amazing- Makoto loves hearing all about it, and Rantaro is actually an incredible storyteller. Though Rantaro initially adventured to find his sister(s), he remembers why he loved travelling in the first place, and he's able to look back fondly on those memories that used to be clouded with the despair of his sisters' disappearance. They even go on vacation together to a tropical island at some point (maybe with friends). I'd like to say Makoto's luck might even lead to them finding one of the sisters, but maybe that's a bit too coincidental ahaha.

Miu- hmm. I think Makoto would be a little put off at first by her vulgarity and very openly sexual and crude behaviour. It's not that he dislikes her, he just isn't really sure... how to react around her? Her and Kaede don't get along, and Makoto often finds himself playing peacemaker when he stumbles upon their arguments. To his surprise, though, she seems to actually... like it when they fight? In fact- she seems to like it when people give her the time of day at all, really. Maybe she's just... lonely? And well, she can be a bit... um- /obnoxious/, but she can't be that bad! Making him go to see her weird (weird) inventions, that must be her way of reaching out and trying to spend time with him, right?

And then she starts calling him "Ma-crap-to", "Naegidiot", "Makusoto", and "Na-unchi"

nevermind she sucks

Makoto, with his saintly patience, would probably end up getting closer to her similar how Shuichi does in his FTEs. (I'll be honest there's not much difference I can think of akdjsjjssksj-)

Kaito- Kaito! Who doesn't love Kaito. It's no secret Kaito thinks himself the centre of the Universe (insert space joke here haha)- he's the protagonist of his own life, and luckily for him, Makoto fits quite nicely into the sidekick role. Both of them are passionate, with big hearts and strong spirits. Kaito is really good at seeing through people too- (idk how accurate this is but apparently in the wiki it says he sees that Nagito isn't interested in his talent or him as a person so much as him as a symbol). Whilst Makoto obviously has a lot of respect and admiration for all the talented students, I feel like it's a lot more... genuine? In a way that he can appreciate the person behind the talent, more than the talent itself. Kaito is someone who likes to inspire people and I think this would resonate with him. I think the two could seriously get along! They're both hopeless (haha) romantics and stupidly optimistic lmao. Kaito can be a little hotheaded at times, so I also like the idea that Makoto could calm him down, or at least reel him in a bit. He's stubborn when it comes to... um.. certain types of people (kokichi) so maybe Makoto could open his mind a bit.

Maki: MAKI ROLLLL. Ok I'm sure she'd probably have to hide her talent until it all came out at some point. I think Makoto is someone who's very against killing (even Junko he believed there was a better way for), so whilst he wouldn't agree with her talent, I think he wouldn't hold it against Maki, especially because he's very good at separating person from talent. Makoto is very understanding, and I think that like with Kaito, he would try to befriend her and open her up. He'd probably feel bad for her, not knowing what a "normal" life was like, so he'd try his best to do that. I think Maki in turn would appreciate that, and slowly get to know him like she did with Kaito and Shuichi. (She also likes complaining to him about Kaito lmao).

(he also takes her out for sushi so she can see for herself what a harumaki is LOL)

I'm sorry anon, this is as far as I could go aksnjjssj. When I feel up to it I'll try and make a part 2 to this, but I hope this is good for now?

(Also that fic sounds awesome and I'll definitely have to read it at some point)

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I Like Me Better

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Request from Anon: Hi! If you’re doing requests can I get a short fic based on the song I like me better by Lauv with Nestor🥺

Part 2 can be found Here

Warnings: language, lots of softness and pining

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: (I know I’ve posted this story like 5 times today alone. So sorry to everyone who has been getting bombarded with it while I figure out my posting/tagging issues. Love y’all and I owe you xo) This story definitely took on a life of its own once I sat down and started writing it. I love me some Soft Nestor and the whole “almost relationship” type of deal. Hope you enjoy!

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You were laughing as you watched snowflakes get stuck in Nestor’s facial hair and braids as he talked to you on the phone. Ever since you moved, the two of you had one weekly scheduled phone call, and one video chat. No matter what either of you were doing, you always made time for those two things. Even if for the rest of the week you didn’t really get to talk to each other, you always had those two things.

When Nestor said he was going to have to talk to you on the go before he called, you didn’t expect it to be quite so literal. You figured maybe he’d be driving, but wherever he was, he was walking, and it was snowing. He didn’t look thrilled about either of those things.

“I’m not made for the fucking snow,” he was trying to sound annoyed but you could see the laughter building up inside him.

“Good thing you didn’t move with me to New York then,” you laughed as you watched him brush snowflakes off of his eyelashes, “You’d never last out here.”

“Why would you voluntarily put up with this every year?”

“It’s pretty when you’re not being a baby about it,” you laughed, “Where did Miguel send you anyway?”

“Into the cold, that’s where,” he kept a serious expression for a moment before laughing.

“Next time you wanna experience the cold, come do it with me! My door is always open.”

“You’re the only person worth braving this shit for, Y/N,” he chuckled.

“Well,” you smiled at him from the warmth and comfort of your couch, “me and Miguel, apparently.” There was a knock at your door and you sighed, “Hold on a sec, I gotta grab that,” you got up and walked over to the door.

When you unlocked and pulled the door open, the phone dropped from your hands as you took in the sight of Nestor standing on your front step. You squealed, throwing your arms around him in a hug that swept you off the ground. He laughed as he held you tight against him.

He gently set you back down, making sure that your feet didn’t land in the snow on your steps, or on top of your discarded phone, “I told you, you’re the only one worth braving this shit for.”

“I can’t believe you’re really here!” without thinking better of it, you reached and cupped his face in your hands, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that he was actually standing right there in front of you. He let out a slight shiver and it snapped you back to the situation at hand. You laughed as you waved him inside, “Shit, come inside. Get out of the cold.”

You grabbed your phone off the ground before you shut and locked the door behind the both of you, mind reeling from the fact that Nestor was at your house. You’d been back home to visit a couple times since you moved away, but he’d never made the trek to New York. You couldn’t blame him—you knew what his life with Galindo was like. You were surprised that he was able to be that far away from the family without it causing some kind of issue.

“What brings you out my way?” you took his coat from him and hung it up, chuckling as the snow fell off of it onto the floor.

“You,” he replied, looking up at you with a smile as he took his shoes off, “I wanted to see you, and not just through a phone screen.”

His words made your entire body feel warm. You motioned for him to follow you into the kitchen, nodding towards the counter for him to sit while you got the both of you a cup of coffee. He needed it more to warm up than anything else. He looked around your house with an approving smile. You’d given him the video tour after you had moved all of your stuff in, but it looked so much better in person. It felt so homey. Your walls were covered with photographs and artwork that you’d brought from home. Nestor smiled to himself when he saw that he’d made it up on the wall in a few pictures, along with the rest of your family and friends back in California.

You set the hug down in front of him, and he chuckled when he saw I ❤ NY printed on the side of it. He cupped his hands around it, letting the warmth seep into his fingers from the ceramic, “Fitting.”

You sipped from your own mug with a smile, “Gotta manifest it, Nes.”

The two of you existed in silence for a minute while he thawed out. You watched him as he looked around your small home. It wasn’t much, especially compared to the homes of all the people in his circles back in California, but it was yours and you loved it. You had never been someone who needed much. You just needed to feel comfortable and safe, and this house did more than just that for you.

You noticed him staring at the photos on the walls and the fridge, and you smiled. A little bit of weight settled over your heart as you watched him study them, knowing that he was looking at the ones of the two of you. It was all bittersweet to look back on. The two of you hadn’t ever dated, but you danced around the outskirts of it for a long time. There were times when the lines felt a little fuzzy, but nothing ever really happened. You were best friends, and you knew that he’d do anything for you, and you for him. But the timing was just never quite right, life was just never quite calm enough to try and make it work.

When you had told him that you had accepted a job offer on the other side of the country, he was trying so hard to be happy for you, but it wasn’t easy. You were a port in the storm for him, and he had no idea what he was going to do without you around. But he was supportive. He helped you pack, scrolled through apartment and housing listings with you, and found the best deal on a plane ticket. He never let you see how much it had hurt him—those were feelings that he processed in private. He’d thought about coming out to visit you every day since you left, but he worried that if he did, he wouldn’t come back home.

Before either of you could spiral too far into the past, you spoke up with a smile, “So, how long are you in town for?” he didn’t have any bags, so you assumed that he couldn’t be in town for long.

“I’m not sure,” he rested a hand on the back of his neck, “Told Mikey I needed to take some time. And this was the first place I thought to come to.”

You couldn’t hide your surprise—work had always been a priority for Nestor. Miguel was at the forefront of his decisions, always. “Really?” you raised your eyebrows, “You…you can take a leave of absence with…what you do?” you couldn’t quite wrap your head around it.

He shrugged, “Apparently,” he chuckled, “He said alright. So, here I am.”

You could feel that it wasn’t what he wanted to talk about, so you let the topic drop, “Well, you know you’re more than welcome to stay for however long you want to. Although your lack of luggage is a little concerning.”

He laughed, “Got lost in the shuffle. Airline said they’ll mail it here.”

You shook your head, unable to contain your laughter, “Damn, that sucks. Welcome to New York.”

You were on the opposite side of the counter from him, leaning forward onto it, propped up by your elbows. The two of you started to catch up about things that slipped from your minds when you called each other. He told you about some of the chaos that he wasn’t allowed to say over an unsecure phoneline. You listened intently, fighting the urge to reach out and entwine your fingers with his. Everything felt so right with him there with you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled as he took another sip of his coffee, “I don’t mean to do all the talking. I’ve just…I’ve missed having you to talk to.”

You nodded, “I know the feeling,” you drummed your fingers on the surface of the counter, “Well, now that you’re here, normally I’d say we should go do touristy things. But something tells me you’ve had your required dose of snow for the day?”

He laughed, “What’ve you got in mind?”

You shook your head, “Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow. I’m sure you’ve had a long enough day. We can camp out at least until your luggage gets here. Or I can take you shopping, whichever you prefer.”

He smiled at you, “I think I’m alright with staying in.”

“That’s what I figured,” you chuckled, “Well, I was not expecting company. I’m assuming you’ll be alright with ordering in?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“I know this really great Chinese place. Their wonton soup is…perfection.”

The two of you made your way to your living room and sprawled onto the couch. You leaned up against Nestor’s side as you got your phone out to place the order. You picked a few things that you wanted to eat before handing it to him so he could pick stuff as well. While he was looking through the menu, you turned on the television and pulled the blanket off the back of your couch so it covered the both of you.

Nestor handed your phone back to you so you could place the order. He’d hardly noticed how you tucked the both of you in. He smiled as he rested his arm against your side, hand brushing lightly against your stomach.

“Is this…”

“I decided last week that I was going to rewatch all of Law & Order SVU from the very beginning,” you laughed.

He shook his head with a laugh, “Do you have a moral objection to happy shows or…?”

“It’s a good show!” you snuggled into him a little more.

“What has New York done to you?”

You smiled and shook your head, “Given me time to do shit like this.”

“You like it here though?” his eyes were watching the television, but one hand was gently massaging circles into the side of your neck.

“Yea, I do. It’s a nice change of pace—I think it was the right move for me,” you glanced up at him and smiled, unbelievably happy about the fact that he was really laying on your couch in New York with you. Never in a million years did you think that would happen.

Once the food got there the two of you switched up your positions a little bit. The TV was still on but neither of you were paying attention to it. You were each sitting cross-legged facing each other on the couch. You were laughing as you watched him fumble with his chopsticks. You had forks, obviously, but it was a matter of pride whenever you two ate together because he knew that you were extremely good at using them and he didn’t want to be left out.

“Almost two years since we got Chinese together and you didn’t use any of that time to teach yourself how to use chopsticks?”

He chuckled as he struggled with his noodles, “Didn’t make it to the top of my priority list, I apologize.”

“I’ll teach you before you leave. Way better than taking back a cheesy souvenir,” you smiled at him as you picked up a piece of chicken.

As the night wore on, your coffee table became covered in takeout food boxes, and a couple empty bottles of wine that the two of you had managed to drink your way through. You were sprawled across his lap, wine glass lightly hanging from your fingertips as you rambled on about what you had been up to since you moved. Nestor couldn’t take his eyes off of you, soaking up the fact that he was able to be so close to you.

“I’ve missed you,” you veered off your current story completely as you felt the warmth from his hand soak into your leg.

He looked at you, laughing quietly at the sudden admission, “I’ve missed you too.”

“Were you ever mad at me for leaving?”

He shook his head, no hesitation in his answer at all, “Of course not,” he studied your face, the way your skin glowed whenever you drank, the way your eyes got a little glassy when you had more than just one glass of wine, “Doesn’t mean that I don’t miss you, though.”

You hummed in quiet contentment as he reassuringly rubbed his hand up and down your leg, “I think about you all the time.”

His hand stilled for a moment and you were afraid that maybe you were saying too much. Maybe the reason that things worked so well was because everything was in limbo. Before you could worry too much he gave your leg a light squeeze, “I think about you too.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence after that, resituating yourself so that your head was resting against his chest. It was hard to focus on much of anything when all you could think about was the way your body was pressed up against his. The steadiness of his breathing felt like the only thing that was still grounding you. Your entire body felt warm from the wine, but deep down you knew it was more than just that.

“If you’re tired,” he spoke up after a few minutes of silence, “you can go to bed. Don’t exhaust yourself on my account,” there was a smile on his face.

You stretched, fighting back a yawn, “Come with me,” you sat upright and looked over at him, “I won’t lie to you, my guest room is empty because I have been putting off buying furniture for it,” you chuckled, “And my bed is way more comfortable than the couch, believe me.”

“Yea,” he nodded, his voice soft as he bit back a laugh, “okay.”

He followed you up the stairs and into your room, looking around the house as he did. It was hard for him to wrap his head around what your life was like now that you were so far away from everything that you had grown up with, everyone you had grown up with. It seemed like you had created such a cozy little life for yourself, and it couldn’t help but to think that you might never have had that if you hadn’t taken the plunge to move across the country.

“Don’t mind the clothes,” you apologized as you flicked on the light to your bedroom, “I promise they’re clean—I just hate folding laundry.”

He laughed, shaking his head, “It’s fine.”

You changed into a baggy long-sleeve shirt and a pair of shorts, immediately crawling underneath your blankets. You nestled back against your pillow and looked over at Nestor, who was unbuttoning his shirt, eyes cast down at the floor.

You were lying on your side, scrolling on your phone when you felt the mattress dip as Nestor climbed into bed beside you. He pulled the blanket up over himself and rolled onto his side so he could look over at you. You looked up from your phone, a smile starting to take over your features as you took in how close he was to you. You set your phone off to the side and rested your cheek against the palm of your hand.

“I still can’t believe you’re here,” you said with a laugh.

“Give it a couple days,” he joked, “Soon you’ll be begging for me to go back home.”

You snuggled closer to him, resting your face against his chest, “I doubt it.”

You woke up the next morning to the feeling of Nestor’s arms wrapped tightly around you, keeping you snug against his chest. Taking a slow, deep bre ath you took in the fact that this was really happening. He shifted slightly, arms squeezing you for a moment before he settled back into his sleep. The selfish part of you never wanted him to go home because you would love to wake up like this every morning. The warmth trapped underneath the blanket made you forget about the fact that there was a considerable amount of snow covering the ground outside.

You let your eyes close again as you focused on the steady beat of his heart. You slowly slid your legs and tangled them up with his. A few moments later you felt his fingers sliding lightly up and down your back. You glanced up at him and smiled when you saw that his eyes were still closed, but there was a peaceful smile on his face. You don’t ever remember seeing him so calm, so relaxed.

“Good morning,” he mumbled as he pressed his hand flat against your back, pushing you against him.

You chuckled as you rested your hands against his chest, “Good morning. You sleep okay?”

“Mhm,” he finally opened his eyes, “like a fucking rock,” he laughed.

You smiled up at him, “Good.”

The two of you laid there, soaking up the quiet peacefulness of the morning. You hadn’t woken up wrapped up in someone’s arms in a very long time, and there was something about the clinginess of Nestor’s grasp that told you he was in the same boat. You smiled to yourself as you felt his fingers lazily massaging between your shoulder blades.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come visit sooner,” he said.

You pulled back away from him so you could get a better look at his face, “You don’t have to be sorry—I know your life doesn’t make it easy. It’s hard to find the time.”

“I should’ve made the time.”

“Nes, don’t—”

He cut you off as he shook his head, “I’m not trying to make excuses. I know that I should’ve come out to see you. I just, I knew that it was going to be hard to convince myself to go back home once I did. I like me so much better when I’m with you,” he gently cupped your face in his hand.

You rested your hand over his, “Well, I like you all the time,” you smiled, “And no matter what, I’ll always be here whenever you need a break to recharge and get away from everything for a little while. But listen,” you waited for him to look at you, “don’t spend all of your time here thinking about the fact that you think you should’ve made it out here sooner. None of that matters. You’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

He rested his forehead against yours, “See? That’s what I mean—how am I supposed to go back home after that?” you could see the hint of a smile on his face.

You laughed, “Just remember how much you hate the snow. Short vacations out this way will be just right for you.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Yea, maybe.”

You gave his hand a light squeeze, “C’mon, let’s go make breakfast and see if your luggage will come in today or if I get to take you shopping.”

He laughed, rolling his eyes, “Can’t wait for that.”

You flung the blanket off the both of you and hopped out of bed. Walking around to Nestor’s side, you held out your hands and pulled him up, laughing as he exaggeratedly stumbled into you and wrapped you in a hug. Your laughter was muffled against his chest but he reveled in the way it all felt.

While you were measuring out grounds into the coffee maker, you saw Nestor out of the corner of your eye looking through your fridge, trying to see what he could salvage to make breakfast with. You smiled to yourself as you set the pot to brew. You leaned back against the counter and watched him pulling things out from the drawers of your refrigerator.

“Playing chef today?” you asked with a smile.

“Better me than you,” he laughed.

You feigned offence, “Excuse you, I am an amazing cook.”

He smiled as he set everything out on the counter, “You are, but I’m better.”

“But I’m better,” you mocked with a laugh, “Cocky.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

“How long did you say you were staying again?” you laughed.

“At least until I learn how to use chopsticks,” he chuckled as he looked through your cabinets for a frying pan, “So it might be a while.”

You couldn’t make yourself take your eyes off him, “Good.”

He heard the softness in your tone and looked over at you from his food prep on the counter. He smiled, tilting his head slightly as if to ask if there was something that you wanted to say. You shook your head with a small smile before walking over and wrapping your arms around his middle, the side of your face resting against his back. You didn’t know how long he was going to be staying, but you knew that regardless you were going to be making the most of it.

[namjooningelsewhere]

British Jealousy.

Pairing : Kim Seokjin x reader

Rating : 18+

Genre : Lots of smut and little bit of angst and a lot of jealousy.

Warnings : A lot of jealousy, Unprotected sex, Smut

Word Count : 1776

Summary : You were fed up when Jin started almost avoiding you for a collab star of his and making you feel invisible when you were in a room with her. Sine you were secretly dating there was nothing much apart from giving him a taste of his own medicine. And exactly that happens when your equally handsome and sexy British Singer friend Stan arrives.

You were at the designers for the trial of the outfit for tonight's awards show, where you had a plan to be together with your boyfriend Kim Seokjin. But he was right here besides you but with someone else. It was the singer form his latest single Collab and somehow they had become inseparable since then.

It wasn't that you were jealous but somehow he had made it a point to rub it in your face that ongoing banter that he had with Lizelle. He did it on purpose or it was unintentional it was yet unknown to you.

You were losing your mind when they had started giggling giving random hugs to each other making it difficult for the poor designers to work it out. You glared at him but he didn't seem to take notice. You went to the trial room to try and he followed behind with his outfit.

"Having fun there, are we?" you said. Sensing the danger from your tone he meekly replied "Oh she's lovely i know but trust me its just a mindless bantering lee, I swear there's nothing more than that." "Okay" I said looking at him cautiously. It had been bothering you somehow that he had been acting all hung up on her, canceling on plans at the last minute and staying over late, Always having her besides him giggling, throwing hugs, telling her those dad jokes while fell at his chest laughing was something ypu just couldn't get over.

He pushed it under the rug saying we are just friends every time you bought it up had you driving you up the wall. It was not that he was cheating but pretending you didn't exist and bailing out on plans because she was there had you at the edge. You wanted to make your presence known, Let him know if he was going to act this way rather do it without you in his life. Would make it much easier with less thing to worry about.

"Lee, My woman you gorgeous little girl." You heard a booming voice across the hall, You forgot about your worries in a second seeing your very good old friend Stan standing right before you with open arms. You ran to him like a little girl and he swept you right of your feet enveloping you in a bear hug. "Stan My Man!!!!" I've missed you babe. You said still hugging him sideways.

Stan was your very good friend and he was a singer too and man that guy had looks that could get you drooling and worshipping the ground he walked. Lets say he was a perfect competitor for Mr. World Wide handsome. But you never saw him besides a friend and you shared a very healthy relationship with him.

You glanced at the mirror seeing a shocked Jin and Lizelle watching from their places. His expression had turned black since you wouldn't introduce him to Jin as you were secretly dating. "What are you doing here?" You asked still gleeful. "Oh i am attending the awards show tonight babe, You are right? " he enquired. "Of course i am sweetheart that's why i am here to get my fittings done, You say nudging him playfully.

He goes through the trials while you keep giving him compliments here and there. Strangely it was exact the opposite now, It was like Jin didn't exist in that room. It was lunchtime already and you were just looking for your phone to text Jin maybe you could introduce both of them, But you soon frowned when you saw the message that was already sitting in your inbox two hours ago.

"Babe, Guys are going out for lunch and have to take Lizelle with me. Make it up to you. xoxoxo"

Okay now this was the limit another cancellation, You didn't mind them as you were an idol too and sometimes it would become quite necessary but doing it every bloody time was unacceptable. You literally felt sorry for Jin as something cooked in your mind. You were going to get him good for this time. But you needed Stan's help with that.

"Babe I'm hungry, Lets go eat and I'm starving and besides we have a long lunch date pending. I am taking you for it, NOW" He said literally pulling you away from the room leaving almost ready to burst Jin. You felt bad but at least this was the way you had been feeling when he had been cancelling on you and going out with Lizelle for gods sake.

You sat opposite Stan in the restaurant chatting away, until he mentioned Jin. "So since when?" He asked. "Since when what?" You asked kind of ignoring his question. "Seokjin babe, That man would have killed me right there if looks could kill." He giggled but for sure looking for answers. "Been 2 Years but hes bit on a lets make her jealous spree" You replied curtly. "Oh lee, You're adorable when you're jealous". He said playfully pinching your cheeks" earning a playful scowl from you. "Well in that case Lets play along shall we?"

He was your wingman bestfriend confidante for a reason, He understood you very well. But tonight was going to be epic since your boyfriend who you loved to bits was going to get a taste of his own medicine.

Everybody was in a rush since it was the dday at the awards and your team was putting in together their best to move and work efficiently while the event. It was just some time left for you to start getting ready for the event before you decided to check up on Stan.

You were casually walking down the hall when you noticed Jin and the others sitting with Lizelle spread out on the couch. When Jimin called out to you, You just went to them to exchange pleasantries since you were on full fledge mission to avoid Jin for the rest of the evening.

"Where have you been Lee?" Jimin asked casually. "Oh right here just have a friend here from London so keeping him company" You reply eyes still looking for Stan. "Hey Sugar, Looking for me?'' Stan came right behind before he playfully pinched your cheeks. "Where have you been?" You ask. "Oh just making sure i had some one with me to accompany for the awards tonight you know, Might get lonely right there." He said looking at you fondly. You sweared you had heard something cough real awkward.

Since they knew each other, you didn't need to introduce each other. "So Stanie, Whos the lucky accomplice you're taking with you." Jungkook teased him. "Oh right here my gorgeous friend, Why would i look somewhere else when I have her right here?'' His response earned a hoot from everyone except Jin who looked like he was about to explode again.

You got ready for the event and you made sure you made no contact with Jin whatsoever for the rest of the evening. You reached the event along with Stan and were greeted by the media and he hosts. The event had been sailing smoothly until you went behind the stage to wish Stanie good luck for his performance.

You were yet to find his makeup room and walked close by to find it until you were pulled in one. "You were about to scream but a familiar hand held your mouth and you knew in a instant it was Jin. "What the hell?" you protested. "Really you're asking me what the hell? Am i invisible lee?" He asked anger fuming through him. You pretended as if you had no clue about what he was talking and that drove him even mad.

He pinned you to the wall and started to kiss you furiously, as if you were going to vanish right next minute and he needed to devour you asap. He nibbled your neck, marking purpled bruises quite clear. "Jin What the hell? these are visible." you retort. "I've left them there for a reason lee and don't you dare hide them, Let them be a warning YOURE TAKEN!!!! Nobody eyes my woman, He says kissing you hungrily while he kneaded your tits at the same time.

He turned your back against him and shifted your dress carefully before plunging himself right into you, Without a warning. You were already wet from the way he had kissed you. "Look at that, So wet. You are so wet for me baby, All you want is me to fuck you right ?' He hissed in your ears pounding from behind. This dirty talk was getting the better of you as you enjoyed the delicious pleasure go wild in your body before he increased his thrust right reaching your gspot. He was close and so were you. And this wasn't your adorable Jin making love to you, But this was the Jealous Jin fucking you who wanted to remind you, You were his and only his and boy you loved that.

He stared rubbing your clit roughly while he mercilessly drilled your pussy from behind and both of you came at the same time. He held you tightly to him before he started adjusting your dress for you. He looked up with a evil grin " Let my cum be where I've left it princess, and I'm going to make sure you scream my name for the entire building to hear, Looks like i have to remind you very properly today- Your mine Lee, Only Mine."

You didn't stop smiling for the rest of the evening as your plan worked but being more happy for the fact that he cared, He cared that you would be his no matter what." It was a relief watching him keep some distance between him and Lizelle. He had got the message alright.

You had a shit eating grin on your face, A Jealous Jin was a such a treat sometimes, Maybe you could try some Russian Jealousy next time:)