#kiss u ronnie

[mainstreamblush]

Of course I donated to the horny monster dating sim, like I'm not gonna pay actual dollars to romance the 6'6.6" bitchy cheerleader demon? Grow up!

[christiangeistdorfer]

RONNIE PETERSON at the 1972 RACE OF CHAMPIONS

[orbch]

*loads gun* hello ronniecoln nation

[rye-kin]

Me when I find out being insanely obsessed w Jekyll and Hyde isn’t an actual personality trait

[axelmedellin]

Daily drawing 11 apr 2023

Ronnie, for Babs Tarr dtiys challenge

[faereun]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity! (i witness ur bg3 brainrot and i dont know whats going on but i support it)

day stop it i love u so much im gonna get a tummyache over it......stop the way ill give astarion a vampire diaries verse dont fuck with me..........ill start perusing the tvd wiki for the lore like im not joking

[empiriical]

i need him biblically

[absentmoon]

I love how he looks in the mojib ribbon manual book :] he looks so cute here... such little guy energy !!

WOAH RONNIE SHOWING UP WITH THE LITTLE GUY IN THE INBOX ‼️‼️ i know hes like huge canonically but he is also. so small :) just has that energy!!!!!!!

[arielsrm]

I love her design so much OMG Ronnie is so cute.

I chickened out the first dtiys with her so... 👉👈

💋

[deardoiloveyou]

HP boys' pet names for u ₊˚⊹♡

Notes: fluff, pet names used, heavily referencing goblet of fire,

Characters: harry pottah, draco malfoy, ron weasley, weasley twins

Harry

Harry just looked at you lovingly through his fogged up glasses, it was a cold and snowy day, the perfect weather - to you at least. Harry's cold and numb fingers entangled with yours,

"You look lovely, beautiful."

You couldn't tell which was better. The fact he called you beautiful or that he complimented you, as embarrassed and flustered as you were - it couldn't top Harry's amount of flustered feelings towards you.

Although he gave you his usual toothy grin, he was screaming internally. Your hands were so tender to his - and your cheeks were flushed with a pink the shade of your lips, it was so perfect.

You replied bashfully, hoping you didn't sound too awkward, "Thank you, Harry... you look just as lovely."

Harry thought he was about to pass out - and not from hypothermia. A compliment? From you? Oh my gosh, he was gonna be escorted to Madam Pompfrey's again. (You visited him there often, as he seemingly made Madam Pompfrey's infirmary his second home).

"Shouldn't we get back inside now? I'm sure you'll want to find out what your last task is..." The mention of the tournament left him sick - although he had been successful with the last tasks, it was all narrowly avoided punishments. You knew this of course, but you also knew that Harry, himself, was incredible just on his own. Harry loved you for this so very much. He wanted you to kiss him ever so badly, so when you softly pecked his cheek with those tender and soft lips he couldn't stop staring at - he wanted to run away and never look back.

"Hey, I love you, y/n"

Draco

"Yeh jus' so pretty, love"

You were semi-bickering with Draco about how often he just sits there and stares at you, his eyes all soft, he couldn't stop smiling when around you.

" Merlin's beard, Draco, look you're doing it again..."

Draco looked at you again - with those soft and brain melting eyes, "Huh? What am I doing again...? Sorry, love" Draco looked at you obliviously, clearly zoned out and letting his eyes wander you eternally.

You held up a pretty good argument, but when Draco used the nickname "love" for you, ugh, you just lost it. You wanted his hands to intertwine with yours, never letting go, only warm and joyous feelings entangling between you two. Well that was at least your first instincts, but you had to resist - right? Well suddenly your entire grumpy expression lifted and now it felt like a joke to you, so stupid actually, you just wanted to throw yourself into Draco's arms.

Apparently this feeling was very obvious to Draco because before you could even attempt to start up your argument again - Draco kissed you. So passionately and hungrily, he was kissing you as if it were his last dying wish. You pulled away - panting, you had almost completely forgotten why the two of you were arguing in the first place.

"Draco- stop... you can't solve all my problems just by kis-." Before you could finish your sentence, Draco wrapped his arms around you.

"Let's just forget about it, love?" Draco just wanted to feel your touch. He could never get enough of you, and he would never get tired of you saying "I love you", which he so desperately wanted you to say.

You rolled your eyes, yet you still grinned mischievously. You couldn't hold back anymore, gently wrapping your arms around Draco, you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. You truly loved each other.

"I love you, y/n."

Ron

Ron was used to your affectionate behaviors', as well as your sweet nicknames for him (although he did not like Ronnie-kins), so he liked returning back the feelings. Yet you never seemed to expect him to say,

"G'morning, sweetheart."

Your face completely flushed with red. You wanted to reply - but you seemingly couldn't. Butterflies felt like they were caught in your throat, you heard Ron give you sweet names before, but this? This was a whole other story. Sweetheart? He was gonna make you melt.

"Mornin', darling"

That was the only response that you could choke out. Ron's plan had completely backfired, well somewhat backfired. You were now both flustered and completely red in the face. Ron wanted nothing more than for you to pull him into a fluffy embrace, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss Ron. As if you were both reading each others' mind, you closed the gap between you two and pulled Ron into - not just an embrace, but a kiss.

The way you were both so incredibly shy after pulling away is something neither of you could comprehend. You were certainly a bright shade of red Ron had never seen before (might I say it was a brighter red than his hair). Ron felt like a dizzy mess even though he'd been up for an hour.

Ron finally took a breath and said,

"Ugh, for merlin's sake, I love you, y/n."

Weasley Twins

Both Fred and George took pleasure in giving people nicknames, Ronnie-kins was definitely one of your favorites (it was amusing to see Ron turn from hotheaded to bright red at the nickname). So, you weren't particularly surprised whenever Fred and George shortened your name in an adoring way, but you were certainly surprised when the Weasley twins said,

"Ah, hi, angel!"

"Oh, hello, sunshine!"

Merlin's beard. You thought you were about to pass out. The affectionate shortening of your name was already enough to make you turn a shade of pink, but this? This was going to make you go crazy. So, in turn, you wanted to make them go crazy as well.

"Hi, loves"

Well, instead of the twins turning the bright red you were, they just smirked and looked at each other with those same mischievous eyes. Before you could even question them as to what they were planning, Fred gave you a soft kiss on the cheek and George hugged you from behind, further turning your cheeks the same shade as your cherry lips.

Before you completely lost your voice in shock of what just happened, you managed to spit out,

"Ugh, for merlin's sake, I love you..."

"Both?"

"Both, right?"

You smirked and just rolled your eyes, you still nodded your head to the twins' delight.

A/N: I'm so sorry I've been on a mini hiatus, so much stuff has been going on and it has been stressful to say the least!! Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed these mini fics, and of course, have a lovely day<3

[seeingivy]

ribbons release

actor eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting series

content: happiness for once. until it is not. ronnie's love for foreshadowing strikes again.

an: not a fan of this chapter, but we digress. read it and do not kill me if you don't like it.

song: not explicitly mentioned, but this chapter reminds me of about you by the 1975. ratty healy, I hate you but you ate on this one thing.

previous part linked here

--

“I ju-just sent my loc-location, Eren.” 

“I got it, Y/N. I just need you to hold on for ten more minutes, okay? Can you do that for me?” 

“Y-yes.” 

Seattle is famous for rain. You understand that all too well now. After what you’ve counted as twenty-seven minutes - from when you went to take the trash out to the mailpost you’re hiding behind now - you’re all but soaked. Drenched. 

Your phone is blowing up with texts, the rain is only getting harder, and the mini black dress and ribbon in your hair do no favors to keep you warm. You slide out of your call with Eren and quickly scan through the messages, buzzing so loud they’re blocking Eren’s voice. 

reiner: so, so proud of you always!!! stop being a big famous pop star and go back to being the little twerp who needs my help killing spiders on set :/ 

levi: I love you too, kid. And on a real listen, we really do love the album. 

armin: ann and i are smelling a triple threat on the horizon. love you to the moon and saturn <3

connie: i was accidentally pooping while i listened to dorothea for the first time and i think the combination of those two things at once gave me like a really visceral reaction. im not ok. u are amazing. 

mikasa: u are givg me aneurysm. pls don’t forgor to call me the scnd ur okay. 

erwin: Call me ASAP. 

erwin: Not urgent. Just feeling emotional about my little Canadian reaching hearts all over the world. 

king of bitches (maybe: ryomen sukuna): Fluff shit indeed. Blow me a kiss when you beat James for Album of the Year. 

danny: where is the album release post? it’s almost been half an hour. 

You have bigger problems at the moment. Like the frozen piece of fabric you’re wearing. You should have named the album sweaters or scarves or something. Then at least you’d be warm. And blend in with the paparazzi. 

Fuck.

“W-wait, Eren. Y-you ca-n’t b-be the one to get me.” you murmur, shivering through your teeth.

“Do you want to stay with someone else? I know nice people here. My neighbor is in her late forties and has like two middle school aged girls that are really nice. They’d take care of you, I promise you can trust them and-” he rambles. 

“N-no. I want to st-stay with you. But pa-papara-zzi. S-send ss-omeone e-else.” 

“Paparazzi? Why are-?” 

“Er-eren.” 

“Would it be that bad if it was me? Like it has to be someone else, Y/N?” 

“Y-yes.” 

“I have someone in mind. She’s leaving right now, okay?” 

Eren’s sound is muffled over the line now, which has you digging your phone into your ear to catch the ends of what he’s saying. 

Blast the heater….butt warmer on before she’s in the car….bring it up and I will kick your freeloading….

“Y/N?” 

“H-here.” 

“Good. I’m sending her. Don't get upset, this is the best I could do, okay? I-I promise she’s actually nice. You can trust her and-and I’d never send someone who would do something bad.”  

“O-okay. I t-trust you. J-just get me ou-out of th-this, please.” you whimper, praying to god the rustling behind you is a rabbit and not the group of them finding you. 

“I’m trying sweetheart, okay? She’s speeding. She’s on Main and Third, three lights and she’s there.” 

That’s when you see it. The flash of the camera. And hear five consecutive clicks right after. You look around the periphery, before you see two of them, two tall guys speed walking closer to where you’re hiding. 

So you do the only thing you can. Stand up and run instead. 

You scramble up off the pavement, hiking your dress down, and keep running down the block. Climb up the gates, knock over trash cans to block the way, anything to stop them. And when you look back, after who knows how long, you realize they’re gone. 

And sit flat on the messy pavement, finally lifting the phone back up. Only to realize Eren’s no longer on the line because your phone is dead. You drop it straight into your lap and dig your hands into your head, covering your ears to stop the pounding sound of the rain from getting any louder. 

God. Just breathe. Whoever is coming to get you is on the way. They’ll come get you and then you’ll be out of this mess. 

You hear three resounding clicks and a flash of a light to look up at two different paps, two girls this time, getting a straight on picture of you. And all you can do is put your head down in your lap and cry. 

They already got the picture. There’s no point in trying to run out of it anymore. 

“Y/N.” 

“Pl-please. I’m b-begging you. You already got your picture and can ss-spin it into whatever you want. I-I’m still a person, please. Just let me go.” you respond, the tears blinding your sight of vision. 

You feel a towel being wrapped around your shoulders and soft hands lifting you up by your arms. And then all of a sudden you’re in a warm car, being sped out of the neighborhood past the groups of paparazzi in between the houses, and not directly across from them having your picture taken. 

You’re in a car. You’re okay. You’re leaving. You’re okay. 

You lean back and breathe hard, phantom sobs still racking out of your chest, trying to register that you’re almost there. Safe behind closed, triple locked doors. 

“D-did you tell Eren?” 

“Yes. He’s not far, we’ll be there soon, okay?” 

“Okay. T-thank you. I’m Y/N.” 

“Lana.” 

You turn your head to actually take in the driver this time, to be met with the Lana you feared. Ricky’s ex-girlfriend, Lana. She has short brown hair - entirely different from her long, beachy waves from the Girlfriend incident - a pointed nose and a very clenched jaw. 

“Th-there are more blankets on the floor. I pumped the heater pretty hard, but I’ll turn all the fans your way. And anything you could possibly need is being rushed to the house for you, so just don’t worry, okay?” 

“I appreciate it. Thank you for coming to get me. I-I” 

“Please don’t thank me. I just-” 

She takes a harsh intake of breath and turns to give you a look, her mouth upturned. 

“He locked you out, didn’t he?” she whispers. 

“Yeah.” you respond. 

“What did you do?”

“I told him I didn’t like him back.” 

She turns her head towards you, a look of confusion on her face. 

“It was a PR thing.” 

She snorts. 

“Your managers must hate you.” 

“I’m starting to think they just might.” 

“Well. Don’t feel bad. Not for a fucking second. Just because he likes you, doesn’t mean he’s entitled to you reciprocating back. You like who you like. And if I were you, I wouldn’t stop liking a guy like Eren for a skeeze like Ricky either.” 

You lean against the glass, hot air blowing in your face, as you take in her expression - so enraged, so exasperated, so furious that it gives you a chill. But when she looks over and gives you a halfhearted smile, you see the pained expression there too. 

That’s when you pinpoint it. Lana reminds you of Historia. 

“I’m sorry.” you respond. 

“For?” 

“You knew he locked me out. He must have done it to you too, no?” you whisper, the tension in the air delicate. 

She swallows hard and clenches her knuckles on the steering wheel, eyes laser focused on the red light shining on her face. And beyond the original striking features - her sharp jaw and nose - you see the softness too. The dimples, the wrinkles near her eyes, the light brown freckles. 

“I wanted to take time off from acting. It-I did a role that was really traumatic and I just needed a break. And he was just about to go on tour and he wanted me to come to support. Like a little cheerleader.” 

“So he locked you out?” 

“For two days. He-he’s just. A lot of the fame stuff got to him when he was really little. And now he’s got this convoluted sense of self-image and it just- I don’t know. He’s got problems.” she responds. 

“I’m sorry. Really, that’s-” 

You stop talking, words failing you. And maybe it’s the way your head was frozen ten minutes ago and it’s being melted now, or that the picture they took is going to leak soon, or that there is no good thing to say to something shitty like this. It only took him three months to turn on you, which you’re guessing is generous now. She must have infinite patience for putting up with it for an entire year. 

“In a weird way, I’m glad it’s me and not Eren. You- this does something for me. Making sure you’re not out there for two days, it-it helps me.” she whispers, looking over to give you a smile. 

“I really appreciate you, Lana. Thank you. And I-I’m not mad at you for the Girlfriend thing. You had every right to do that.” 

“Y/N. I have every right to drag Ricky James’ name through the mud. But not yours. And I- shit. Please don’t tell Eren we talked about this. He’s going to kill me.” 

“Why?” 

“He told me that if I brought it up, he’d kick me out of his house. I kind of stay there because I-I hate living in our townhouse on set because of how toxic it is and he was nice enough to offer. And he made it very clear that I have to pick you and make sure you’re okay, not make you uncomfortable or anything. We’re here to take care of you and-” 

“I brought it up. I’ll deal with him if he gives you a hard time. I used to be really good at that type of thing.” 

“I know for a fact that you could tell him to twirl in the air like a show pony and he’d do it.”

“I’ll test the theory and let you know.” 

She laughs, giving you a smile which you warmly return. Your phone buzzes in your lap, finally revived, and you send a quick message to Mikasa and Jean before shutting it off. 

“I-I didn’t know that it was going to go that far. I knew the song and that we were just going to sing it. Let people speculate it was about you. I-I didn’t know they’d have a girl who looked like you OR bring Eren up on stage. And Eren didn’t know anything about the song or the performance at all - they, they set him up.” 

“Why would they do that? I mean, they got horrible backlash in the entire thing.” 

“They thought people would like it. And they severely underestimated how much people love you. And they did it because, Eren- he. He doesn’t follow rules and-” 

“Follow rules?” 

“I’m saying too much. He-he’s going to get mad. Ju-just rest, okay? You’re okay now, we’re two minutes from the neighborhood..”  

You give her a questioning look, which she returns with a dismissive shake. Stubborn - she’s Historia alright. You lean back in the chair and reach for the music nob, twisting it on. Only to be met with the Teletubbies Theme blasting through the car and a very flustered Lana turning the knob off. 

“Fuck.” 

“Teletubbies?”

“I-I can explain.” 

“Please. I’d love to hear it.” 

She drums her fingers on the steering wheel as the silence hangs in the air. 

“Okay. Maybe I can’t explain.” 

“No need. I appreciate versatile music taste in prospective friends. Especially classics like this.” you respond, cranking the music back on. 

“Friends?” 

“Don’t be silly. Not exaggerating, but I think you quite literally saved my life a few minutes ago. You’re like the La-La to my Dipsy.” 

“Lame. You’re more of a Tinky-Winky. And anytime. We girls stick together, right?” she responds, reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze. Like Eren. 

Did she learn the hand squeezes from Eren? Is he squeezing her hands? They live together so …are they dating? 

“We’re here.” 

You nod, appreciative of Lana more than maybe any person on god's green Earth, as she pulls into the driveway and helps you out of the car. It’s only after sitting that you’re realizing your legs are so bone dead tired that you’re barely moving on your own. 

You move past the hood of the car as Eren walks into the garage, immediately beelining towards you. His hair is long again - it’s always changing every time you see him - and he’s all wound up with tensions sitting in his shoulders. His hands are warm and cupping your face, yanking the cold towel off and replacing it with a warm one. 

“Hey. You-you nicked your face, Y/N. And you’re freezing, you-” he whispers, brushing his fingers across the skin near your eye that stings on touch. 

Lana holds the door open as he leads you in, arms aggressively moving up and down your shoulders and his face all pinched up in concern. 

“You’re good to go? I put your stuff out by the door.” Eren says, gesturing to Lana. 

“Is she leaving?” you ask, looking up at Eren. 

“Yeah. Don’t worry, it’ll be just us. And I’m sure Mika and Jean will drop everything to fly out for you tomorrow, I can tell them if you need me to and-” 

“Well, don’t make her leave. She shouldn’t stay on that stupid set just because of me.” you respond. 

Eren looks over and glares at Lana, who is now wide eyed and giving Eren a sheepish smile. Fuck. He asked her not to talk about that. 

“Lana.” he says, in a warning tone. 

“Eren. Chill out. I didn’t even-” 

“You’re so full of yourself, you know that? You- she got drenched and the rain and you were talking about set?”

“It’s not like that! It just came up and-” 

“Oh, for sure. You just happened upon it like you were a villager walking in a town square. Ooh Y/N. You just got drenched in the rain and chased by paparazzi, but more importantly, the girls I work with are super bitchy.” he responds, mimicking her voice. 

“You-it wasn’t like that! You’re so aggravat-” 

“Eren. Leave her alone.” you ask, looking up at him. And you’re sure you must look horrible because he immediately stops when he looks at your face again and signals for her to leave, which she’s receptive to. 

“Okay. Lana, text me when you’re there. And check if you were followed on your way out.” Eren says. 

Lana stops and holds both of your arms at your biceps, hands soft on your skin. 

“Do call me if you need anything, okay? Especially Ricky related. Whatever you do, I’ll back you up, Tinky-Winky. ” 

“Thank you, La-La. I’ll take you up on that.” you respond, giving her a warm smile. 

“Oh god. No. No, you don’t get to be friends now. Fuck no, Lana. Please stick to the geriatric grandmas you play Scrabble with.” 

“You’re just mad they beat you at mahjong last week. Because you’re a prissy loser.” 

“And you’re-” 

You jab Eren in the side, signaling him to stop, as they both nod and she slides her way out. From the way he’s arguing, the look on his face is so similar to the one he gives Connie when they argue, you know they could go on for years if they got the chance. 

“Fuck you, Eren.” 

“Eat shit, Lana.” 

She flips him off as the door clicks shut behind her, the lack of her presence making you suddenly aware of your breaths. And of Eren, warm Eren rubbing into your shoulders and concerned green eyes staring into yours. 

“I like her.” you whisper. 

“Me too. Don’t tell her that though, she’s got an ego problem.” he responds.  

You laugh, which has him smiling at you, and suddenly you’re sobbing. And on cue, Eren has his arms around you, his touch warm and his voice oh so soft that it kills you. That you haven’t seen him in two months. And haven’t talked to him for longer. 

“Eren.” 

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry, it-it’ll be okay. I- we’ll fix this, okay? I’ll call Levi and Hange, whoever you want, they’ll all come and-” 

You reach up, tangling your arms around his neck as he keeps nervously talking, trying to hold you closer even though it’s not physically possible. And he’s just so- 

So familiar that he feels like home. 

“You’re breaking my heart here, Y/N. Please stop crying, I-I’ve got you, okay?” he murmurs, straight into your skin as you nod, trying your best to even out the sobs still leaving you. And slowly but surely, the stream slows and your breath evens out enough to get at least a few words out. 

“Okay. Okay, okay. I’m okay.” 

“Y/N?” 

“Hm?” 

“As much as I like holding you, you’re freezing. Take a shower first and we can do this all you want, okay?” 

You pull back, wiping the tears off your cheeks and giving him a nod. He gives you a small smile, before placing his hands on your shoulders and leading you down towards the bathroom. And you don’t miss all the posters and pictures he has on his walls - one from each season of Attack of Titan, a few of him and Armin, and even one of him and Lana flipping off the camera together. 

He pushes you into the bathroom and immediately turns on the shower all the way to the hottest setting, before turning around and putting his hands on his hips. 

“Towels, clothes, shampoo. There’s soap in there already and take as long as you want. Sit in here for three days if you have to just- do-do whatever you have to do and-” 

You pick up the bottle of shampoo, the lavender scented Pantene, the one that you’ve been using since you were fifteen. And you know, you know that Eren’s atrocious ass uses a three in one hair and conditioner so it’s not his. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm?” 

“Did you just happen to have the brand of shampoo that I use?” 

“N-no. Those are Lana’s.” 

“Then why are they unopened?” you ask, giving him a smirk. 

He glares at you, before rolling his eyes and holding your face. And now he’s leaning so close, so close that your lips are only a few feet away from yours, when he talks. 

“You know why you can’t make fun of me for keeping a spare of your shampoos in my house?” he whispers, green eyes burning in yours. 

“Why?” you whisper back, stomach lurching. 

“Because you’re actually here. I knew you’d come back to me.” he responds, giving your cheek a pinch before walking out. 

And when you watch him walk out, giving you one last smile before he shuts the door, you can’t help but roll your eyes. Typical Eren. Funny, irritating, and soft all in one. 

He’s the same as you left him. 

--

You pad out of the shower, Eren’s hoodie and sweatpants ridiculously huge on you, as you follow the sweet smell into the kitchen. Eren is leaned over the counter, sliding vegetables into two bowls of ramen as you walk in. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi. Took a while. Thought you died in there.” Eren responds, pressing his hands to your skin to test how warm they were. 

“I almost wish I did.” you respond, laughing. 

Except Eren doesn’t find it funny and instead he’s dropping the utensils and standing at your side. 

“Y/N.” 

“I was joking!” 

“Nothing about that was funny. Don’t ever joke about that.” he responds, rummaging through the drawers at your side before pulling out a little tube of gel. 

Eren taps the top of the counter, which you jump onto, before he takes his place in between your legs. His hands are focused on reading the instructions, forehead all scrunched up in concentration.

“What’s that?” 

“It’s like this…scar ointment or whatever. Helps things heal better, I want to use it on that cut on your pretty face.” he responds, twisting it open and squirting some on his finger. 

He brings his hands to your face, eyes intently focused on your cheek. You hiss the second his finger makes contact with your skin, the tingling sensation catching you off guard. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I know it hurts.” he whispers, smothering the cold gel down the side of your eye. 

“I-I fell on the pavement. My knees are pretty bad too, Eren.” you whisper, which he nods at. 

After he finishes, he’s carefully sliding the ends of your pants off and carefully placing the ointment on each of the jagged marks on your legs. And you eye the bowls of ramen at your side - knowing instantly that the one without mushrooms is yours - and reach for the food. The broth is so warm it soothes the aching feeling in your throat, still seasoned to perfection the way Eren always makes it. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm?” 

“Can I ask you a weird question?” 

“Sure.” 

“Are you and Lana dating?” 

He looks up from your leg and gives you a devilish smirk. And then starts laughing. Like full on, crouched over, tears from his eyes laughing.  

“Okay. It wasn’t that funny.” you murmur, rubbing your hands against the warm bowl and frowning. 

“Oh god, Y/N. Jesus-” 

“It’s a normal question! She lives with you, you trusted her to come get me, and you guys have a picture together in the hallway.” 

“Are you jealous?” he asks, standing up and leaning straight into your space. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Are too.” 

“Am not.” 

“You don’t need to get all embarrassed. Watching you kiss Ricky James made me want to break something, preferably his neck.” 

You swallow hard at the mention of Ricky again, the thought of him and what happened was so far away because you were with Eren. In his space, in your shared bubble, after so long. And he catches on too fast because he’s already profusely apologizing. 

“Hey. I didn’t mean to bring him up, I-I’m not trying to push you into telling me what happened it’s just-” 

“No. No, Eren. It’s okay. I know. I-” 

You breathe in hard and put the bowl of ramen down and reach for his hands instead. You keep your eyes focused on them - on the little mole on his left hand, the feeling of his knuckles underneath your fingers, and on him squeezing your hands three times before you start talking.  

“Ricky and I were faking the relationship for PR. Since London Boy and all that, it was Danny and Sareen’s idea. That-that’s why I stopped talking to you, I-I felt bad. And I was ashamed that I was even doing it, I-I don’t know. The Little Women press and all that, it would just get people to stream and talk. Make me a triple threat. And then today, I- He told me he liked me. And I said I couldn’t do that right now. That I don’t like him back. I went to take out the trash because it was so awkward and then I was going to go home but he- he locked me out. And when I asked to come back in, he repeated the same words to me. That he couldn’t do that right now.” 

Eren lifts your hands, still locked with his, and presses a kiss to the top of your knuckles, as you continue. His lips burn your skin, still. 

“I was out there and it-it was cold. And then I heard the cars and I saw seven paparazzi trucks, right on the porch. Ricky, his address isn’t leaked. No-no one knew I was there or that he was but they all showed up, right when I was out there and-” 

“He called them, didn’t he?” Eren asks, his tone so harsh, so unyielding that it almost doesn’t sound like him. 

“Yeah. And I ran, for so long. I- they got a picture. A few, I know they did and I was just so, so scared that I was going to be out there forever, that I was all alone and they were just going to-” 

Eren reaches forward, wrapping you in his arms for what feels like the fiftieth time tonight, but you welcome it. Focus on his heart beating under your ear, running your fingers over his fish tattoo on his bicep, and on his soft, steady breaths. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm.” 

“You didn’t say anything. What are you thinking about?” 

“What I’m thinking isn’t productive for you to know right now.” 

You look up at him, giving him a questioning look. 

“Drop it, Y/N.” 

“No. Tell me. I’m sure you’re mad and all but-” 

“Mad? I’m fucking furious, I’m livid. That he fucking locked you out and left you in the cold. You-you could have been seriously hurt. You are hurt. And not only that, the fucking paparazzi. You-you ran in the cold, you fell, you can’t stop crying and-and- I’m going to kill this asshole when I see him next because it’s his fault you’re feeling like this.” 

“Eren.” 

“No. Shut up, Y/N. I’m being serious. I-I don’t like seeing you like this and don’t tell me not to. He hurt you. It’s that simple.” 

You deflate, knowing Eren too well to know that he won’t drop this. Especially when he’s overly passionate, deep in the feeling right now. 

“Okay. But can you just be here for me right now? I need you here and not all….tense and mad. B-Be soft. And warm.” 

He stops, the frustration in his forehead dissolving as he takes a breath and smiles at you. Not fully, but it does the job. 

“Okay. I can do that. Let’s watch Fruits Basket. And then go to bed.” 

“You hate Fruits Basket.” 

“But I love you. Enough to watch your weird bestiality adjacent show and pretend to like it.” 

You smile and he reaches forward to pinch your cheeks. 

“Look at that smile. There she is. There’s my sweet girl.” he whispers, voice all tangled in his throat. 

--

You wake up to an empty bed, Eren’s side cold. And you pull his hoodie on before padding downstairs to find Eren’s phone pressed to his ear. He gives you a wave and points to the plate - a mix of eggs, french toast, and fruits - perfectly placed to perfection. 

You give him a smile and he walks off, taking the phone with him. You frown as you watch him disappear, jabbing your fork through the cantaloupe. 

What is he talking about that’s so important he doesn’t want you to hear? 

You jump off of the stool and quietly pad towards the direction he walked, hiding in the hallway. He’s leaning against the wall, staring at the picture right across - one of Levi and Hange kissing your cheeks at the vow renewal - and angle yourself to hear his words. 

“Is he okay?” 

“I’m glad. You tell me if you need anything else, okay?” 

“Okay, Coco. I missed you too, yeah?” 

Who the fuck is Coco?

He hangs up and you immediately scramble back to the kitchen, trying your best to stay inconspicuous as he comes back and gives you a smile. It doesn’t reach his eyes, the expression on his face almost tired. 

“Hey sleepyhead. You okay?” 

“Mhm. Food is really good, Eren.” 

He gives you a smile as he sits at your side, eyes focused on you as you eat your food. He places both of your phones in front of you, and you spot yours with nearly a hundred notifications. But when you reach for it, Eren grabs your hand in the air and locks it on his own instead. 

“Just-wait. Eat first.” he says, his tone hollow.

You turn your head to the side and take in Eren’s expression, downtrodden and uncharacteristically unexpressive. The complete opposite of Eren yesterday - moony eyes and soft smiles. 

“Eren.” 

“Y/N. If I ask you to do this for me, can you trust me and listen?” 

“No. You-what’s wrong? You’re being weird.” you ask, reaching for his hand. 

He looks over, the look indiscernible, as he leans forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“You-I took care of most of it, okay? Levi and Hange are coming. Just, don’t panic. You-it’s okay.” 

“Eren. You’re scaring me. Just tell me.” 

He takes a deep breath, cracking the knuckles in your hand as he nervously talks. 

“You-your pictures leaked. The ones of you running last night. And-and people started speculating really fast - wondering why you were running and crying on the night your album released instead of celebrating it. And-and then Ricky, he tweeted a bunch of things.” 

You pale. And reach for your phone, which Eren stops again. 

“They’re lies. Obviously. You don’t need to read them, not yet. And Lana told me she’s ready to back you up, whatever you want, when you need it. But, that’s not-” 

“What, Eren? Just spit it out.” you respond, frantically. 

“They- Ricky’s fans are mad at you. They’re sending you death threats.” 

“Oh.” 

You deflate, staring at the cold mess of breakfast on your plate. Death threats. Hate, you’re no stranger too. Of people commenting on your looks, how bad your singing is, how lame you are. But wishing you were dead? Full on, unbothered and cursing your existence? 

“And not just you, but your family too.” he whispers, watching your face fall. 

Your family. Your parents, Colt, Falco-

“Excuse me. What did you just say? 

Eren doesn’t respond and the tears fall immediately from your eyes, hot and angry as he reaches forward, immediately swiping them away. His expression's pained, he knows this all too well.

“I sent your family a security detail. Don’t worry. Colt was only minorly injured and-” 

You stand up and grab Eren’s shirt, bundling the fabric into a fist in your hands, as you glare at him. 

“Injured? What the fuck do you mean injured, Eren?” 

He sighs, lifting his hands to move yours, and hold them. You’re still clenching hard, so hard you’re sure you’re drawing blood, but he’s doing his best to uncurl your hands as he talks. 

“They threw a brick through the window. And the glass, Colt was sitting right there. I was just on the phone with Falco, he said he’s doing better. The security detailing has medical so you don’t have to worry about that again and they’re both okay and-” 

“No part of this is okay, Eren! Quit saying it’s okay when it’s not! They almost killed my brothers.” 

“Y/N.” 

“No. No, this is horrible, Eren. They-they don’t do any of this stuff. Falco’s barely thirteen. And Colt - he’s going to college. He’s not a celebrity, he’s not a singer, he’s just a student. How is he supposed to go out after this? Why- how is it supposed to be normal? And now, they’re going to be like us. They’re going to feel like they’re trapped in this fucking suffocating ass fish bowl and everyone’s watching and laughing at them and they just-” 

“Y/N. Stop. It’s not going to-” 

“Falco’s too soft for this. He’s just a kid, Eren. I can’t- no. This isn’t fair. Eren, they didn’t even do anything. They’re literally just related to me, they just love me and they’re getting hurt because of it. You- you’re probably getting dragged in the mud too. Everyone who helps me gets subjected to this, loving me comes with this big thing behind me and I can’t even keep people who get it with me. I let you go when you were the only person who understood and I messed it all up and got myself involved with Ricky James of all people and-” 

“Y/N. Stop. Please."

You sit flat on Eren’s floor, head in your hands, and cry, teardrops falling straight onto the floor. And Eren’s sitting there with you, with your big mess of jumbled feelings and mistakes, and trying his best to help you with it. 

That’s how Levi and Hange find you two, after pocketing the spare key Eren told them about. After he insistently called them and payed for a private jet, going on and on about how Y/N needed them. And here you two are, despite their original conceived notions that you two were fighting, on the floor, in each other’s arms. 

“Some things never change, huh?” Hange whispers. 

“Yeah. They keep fucking crying every time we see them.” he whispers back. 

--

Between Levi and Hange - Jean, Mikasa, and Connie who make it out that night - and Eren and Lana, they fix things. Most things. 

Ricky’s narrative about you is clear cut - half-true and half-fake. Your team forced him to date you and defend you for PR purposes, after the Girlfriend incident. There was an agreement that you two would write certain songs, make certain appearances, and support each other. 

But then Ricky turns the gate. Says that you’ve deeply, severely hurt him. That you led him on, that you used him to boost your own ego, and that you were dangerously obsessed with fame and not him. That you were all things - heartless, fake, that he doubted if you were even a real person. A glorious pop-star, empty and hollow on the inside.

And people jump on it fast. Citing the fact that you would throw away your friendship with Historia to be famous, that you stopped dating Eren when he stopped being successful, that you can go to tours but not to Mikasa or Jean’s birthday parties. 

The worst part? Ricky lied, but the things they pointed out were true. Every mistake you make is on display and that people make it a point to draw attention o it. That you really were in too deep, too deep into pleasing Sareen and Danny, and being a triple threat that you forgot that they were all there too. 

Eren, especially. Sweet, sweet Eren who saved you, who held you when you needed him. 

You look over at him and Lana, the two of them very aggressively debating how to use their last turn of their daily Wordle, and feel your heart deflate. 

You dropped the ball. You’ll never make it up to him. 

Lana, in her infinite kindness, has chosen to share her own story, as a corroboration for yours. That Ricky taunted, mocked, and harassed her the entire time they were dating. That you're anything but the things he says. Because she’s had enough and she’ll do it to help out her Tinky-Winky. (Much to Eren’s dismay, he hates that you’re both becoming closer as time goes on.) 

And to complement the announcement, Lana asked for one thing. To go out in style. You wrote a song with her and promised her that she was going to be the lead actress in the music video. A girl rage moment, like The Man. Danny and Sareen approve the move, making no comments or concerns about anything else that happened, and ask to be involved when the time comes. 

You sit on it for a few days. Till you’re ready. But where you are now - with these people - needs to stay for a little longer. Before you brace everything again. 

“Yo.” 

You smile, opening up space for Connie on the couch for you. 

“Hi Con.” 

“Deep in your thoughts there, princess. Thinking about how your album is about to go Multi-Platinum?” 

“No. Just the entire thing.” you respond, frowning. 

Connie rolls his eyes, reaching forward to squish your cheeks way too hard. 

“Ricky, when I catch you, Ricky-” Connie says under his breath, 

You snort, reaching forward to push Connie off. You focus back on Eren and Lana, who are now pulling each other's hair and a nice string of insults, as Mikasa and Levi brew their tea, entirely unbothered in the back. 

And when the screen in front of you flashes, when your third album goes Multi-Platinum after a week of being released, they’re all climbing on you. Jean and Mikasa are hollering in the back, Connie and Lana are jostling you in the air and pressing kisses to your cheek, and Eren, Levi, and Hange smile at you, the three of them enveloped in their own hug, across the way.

You split your separate ways at the end of the week, when you’re ready. Connie, Jean, and Mikasa return to set, Lana and Eren are gone with the wind, and Levi and Hange disappear again. 

When you sit on your plane back home, it sits in. How lonely this entire thing is. How a week full of your friends who love you only happened because of this sickening thing. That it's not a given, that they're presence is only in the bad times and almost never the good.

Your phone buzzes in your lap and you pick up your phone to read the notification. 

eren: don’t be a stranger. fish like to swim in schools, not alone. 

It’s something that rings in your mind, time and time again. When everyone else wins the war, when you keep performing and letting them take and take, for the sake of the work. For the art, for your dream.

And when you give up acting, singing, and dancing at the end of it all and make zero intentions to ever do any of this again, the question still bothers you.

If fish like to swim in schools, why did Eren push you so far away? Why was he so intent on swimming alone? Where you couldn't follow?

eren: I'm not saying that for you. and I know that this is selfish but...

eren: I need you just as much as you need me.

.

.

.

Fucking liar.

--

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[fir3ylolol]

Hiii!!

I was inspired by your "Sleeping in Seattle" idea and I totally thought about Johnny with a screenwriter SO. If you could write like a small thing (or a biggish sorta thing 🥺🫶) on it, I'd love to read it and eat it and hold it. Honestly I'm only thinking of him all but dragging the reader onto the set to help with the script and screenplays and such.

Anyway, I love your writing!!!! Thank you for reading this.

- Ronny

sunset boulevard

pairing: Johnny Cage x Screenwriter!Reader

summary: johnny drags you onto set with him, but not without ulterior motives

a/n: thought this would be a cute little fluff-y piece, tried to stay brief with it. but thank u ronny!

word count: 587

Ao3

Johnny is practically pulling you onto the lot, a wide smile plastered across his face. Your feet are dragging, trying to wave to the people you’re rapidly passing. He stops next to the craft table, grabbing water for both of you. You follow him as he makes his rounds, his usual charisma on display as he introduces you to everyone with a wide smile and plenty of praise. He seems proud just to stand next to you, holding you tight as he watches you talk to the director. It’s not like you’re unknown, it’s just that you’re not very social. Well, not as social as him. But talking only lasts so long, as it’s time to film again. This scene doesn’t need Johnny, as he stays next to you. But you can see his eyes lighting up, truly thrilled to be able to watch such incredible performances. You feel him leaning closer to you, whispering in your ear as softly as he can, “What do you think?” You nod, giving a small thumbs up. But he whispers again, trying to lead you to what he really wants, “What about the story? You know, from your professional opinion.” 

You scrunch your face up slightly, making a so-so motion with your hands. You can see the famous twinkle in his eyes, and you suddenly start to get worried. Which was the right feeling, as the second the scene is over, you’re gone, being pulled around again. You nearly crash into him, and he suddenly stops as he reaches his trailer, looking back at you happily. “Wait here!” He rushes inside, quickly returning with a large heavy script. “Here you go,” he nearly shoves it in your arms, the weight causing you to shift slightly. “You should give it a look,” he winks at you, arm wrapping around your shoulders. “Jonathan Carlton…” you look up at him, scolding tone. He puts his hands up, smile only growing wider. “Uh oh, the full name? I’m in trouble now. Sweetheart, I just think you’re absolutely brilliant. And I know that if you worked on this, it would go from cool to face-melting-ly awesome!”

His enthusiasm is intoxicating, and you find yourself nodding in agreement. He almost squeals, jumping towards you to plant a kiss on your cheek before pushing you into the trailer. He sits you down at the vanity, placing a pen down so you can edit. You wait for him to sit, but he stays standing above you, watching you intently. Knowing him, that won’t change soon. So you write, slashing words and rephrasing lines so it sounded like an actual person was saying them. Johnny chimes in occasionally, always in agreement with your changes. He almost cheers as you cut one specific line, loudly proclaiming, “I knew that line sucked! It always sounded so blocky and weird! Ugh, honey, you’re a genius.” You finally finish your work, letting out a sigh as you close the script. But it remained there for only a second later, as Johnny snatched it up, already in the doorway. “Wait here, ok? I’m gonna go give this to the director and tell him that you improved his movie tenfold. And when I get back, we’re talking salary, ok? Such beautiful prose deserves compensation.” He pauses shortly, smiling at you with pure joy, before leaving with a cry of, “I love you!” He’s gone, and you can hear him yelling excitedly as he goes, screaming out, “I told you it was a shit line, man!”

[judeswhore]

if you’ve seen ‘the last song’ i can imagine him being a bit like ronnie when she comes home after kissing will for the first time and she’s leaning against the door with the biggest grin on her face and her dad and brother are just like “oh you’ve been kissed 🤭” i can definitely imagine his family being like that

i love the last song but it breaks my heart :(( BUT YES he’s all giddy and can’t stop smiling and he’s walking around the kitchen to make a coffee w this massive grin and his family are all watching him like🤨🤨and then jobe wld definitely start singing abt him having a girlfriend and his parents are like “did u just kiss her? ur glowing” like proper teasing him and he’s so happy abt it that he can’t even get mad at them for it. they’d probably ask him soooo many questions abt it too

[sunshinevanfleet]

oh, what a sin [ii]

ii. old friends

part three.

pairing: danny x reader, sam x reader

a/n: ok i finally finished chapter two!! for some reason i'm nervous about this part lol i just had a little trouble writing this one so i hope it's ok! no smut this time just lots of angst :O i'm getting ready to ramp up the drama so i hope ur all ready. shit's gonna get messy. hope u like. ok love u bye <3

genre: angst, some miniscule fluff (if u squint lol)

word count: 3.4k

summary: tensions rise as danny and the reader have a moment alone. her only comfort is sam's embrace.

warnings: angst, panic attacks, swearing, mentions of sex, etc.

Thoughts swimming wildly, you put on a fake smile and forced down your food. Sam sat beside you on Josh’s blanket in the grass, talking animatedly with his sister and Josie as he ate. You eyed him every now and again; he was, for once, oblivious to the thousands of thoughts racing through your head. Luckily, Ronnie was doing a decent job of distracting him from your rigid posture less than a foot away. You were pretending to watch Josh’s display of his best party trick (doing a headstand without toppling over), but you could feel a pair of eyes watching you intently.

It took everything in your power not to glance over where Danny and Jake were chatting with Karen. You wanted nothing to do with him; the whole situation was wrong. How the hell were you supposed to figure out how to tell Sam you had slept with his best friend years before? And how were you supposed to keep it from becoming an ongoing issue? Especially considering the fact that you still had dreams about Danny… Still thought about that one night with him fondly. No. You wouldn’t be able to be around him.

As Josh tumbled over into the grass for the fourth time, you felt Sam’s fingers curling around your elbow. Your plate sat practically untouched on your plate in front of you, and he had finally noticed. 

“You okay, sweets?”

You pulled your half-assed attention away from his brother. Meeting that soft gaze, your worries almost melted away. Concern played on his features, his brow furrowed slightly above those chestnut brown eyes. He was frowning.

“Sorry,” you said, leaning your head onto his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, one of his hands coming around to cradle your face gently. “Just feeling a little nauseous.” It wasn’t an outright lie; your stomach had been rolling for the past half an hour, ever since Danny waltzed into the kitchen looking just as attractive as he had all those years ago. 

“Ready to head out?” Sam’s voice was a whisper against your skin. He rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb, trying to comfort you. The gesture eased your anxiety slightly, but it did not dull the burning stare you could feel coming from his best friend. 

“No,” you said, not wanting to rush him away from spending time with his family. “No, I think it’s just the heat.”

“Drink some water, baby,” Sam passed you a chilled bottle of water. You took it gratefully, trying to hide the trembling of your hands.

“You look pretty pale, Y/N,” said Josh. He finally gave up on his headstand, now mirroring the concerned face of his little brother beside you. “Maybe you should lay down in the guest room.”

You smiled sheepishly, “Oh, no, I don’t think it’s that serious–”

“I think you should,” Sam agreed. 

“Sammy, really, I’m okay–”

“It would make me feel better,” he said earnestly, those big eyes seeing straight through you. You cursed him in your head. It was so hard to resist him.

“All right, fine,” you sighed heavily. The water made you feel slightly less queasy, but laying down didn’t sound too bad at that point. You could use a few minutes alone, away from all the hustle and bustle to think. 

“I’ll show you the guest room,” Josh announced, rising to his feet.

“I think I can handle it, Josh, really.”

“Oh, no. What kind of host would I be? I insist.”

You laughed half-heartedly at his theatrics, but humored him. He led you through the backyard, and back into the house. The guest room was at the top of the stairs; the second room on the left. The dark curtains were splayed wide open, letting in the golden light from the sunset outside; the decor was very much maximalist– vintage photos hanging in picture frames, a bookcase full of old books and random little trinkets, emerald green wallpaper. In the corner sat a plush orange armchair, its upholstery faded with time. There were several multicolored pillows placed neatly on its cushion. A beaded curtain separated the bedroom from the large closet, where there were several flashy outfits on display. 

“Wow,” you said, taken-aback. You reached out to touch a hanging plant above your head, the little leaves shaped like hearts.

“Incredible, right?” Josh said, standing in the doorway admiring the room as much as you were. He looked like a proud father. “I’d like to take credit for this masterpiece, but a lot of this was left in the house when we bought it. The lady who owned the place before us was a true visionary.”

“So you gutted the rest?” You glanced at him as you kicked off your shoes, taking a seat on the fluffy duvet. At least a dozen pillows were piled on the bed, looking very welcoming after the long day you had. 

“Not really. Jake wanted to tone it down a bit, so we repainted most of the house. A lot of the furniture is vintage from the previous owner. We’ve got an old water bed in the other guest bedroom; Jake insisted we keep it. He thought it’d be a bit of fun,” Josh laughed, shaking his head. “Turns out it’s not as practical as he thought.”

You laughed, temporarily distracted from your dilemma downstairs. You were thankful for the bit of lighthearted conversation. “I can’t imagine that’d be an easy time,” you said, grinning. “Seems like something he’d find funny, though.”

“It is… definitely a conversation starter, at least.”

You nodded. “Well, thanks for lending me this room for the time being,” you sighed, kicking back and flopping down into the pillows. “Might take a nap.”

“I won’t keep you, then,” he said, winking. “Come calling if you need anything.”

“Mhmmm,” you replied, now sprawled out with your eyes closed. The sweet escape of sleep was looking more delicious as every second passed. The door thumped softly behind Josh as he left. 

By yourself, you were feeling a bit better; there was no creeping feeling of being watched behind your back, no worrying about Sam seeing the anxiety painted on your face, no threat of being exposed for your secret. You never thought this was something that you would have to deal with; things were much easier when Sam never had to know about your one night stand from years before. But now that it was his best friend…

You cringed at the thought. How was he supposed to react to that?

You were very close to spiraling when the door to the guest room creaked open; expecting Sam, you turned over to face the intruder. Your throat tightened immediately as Danny stepped into the room instead; he looked almost angry standing there.

“What are you doing up here?” you hissed, sitting straight up. 

Danny scoffed. “I could ask you the same,” he said plainly. 

“We can’t be up here alone,” you said. “Imagine how that would look to Sam.”

“Sam doesn’t know anything. For all he knows, we just met today.”

“Why’d you come up here anyway?”

He brushed his dark curls out of his face, shrugging from his place in front of the door. He leaned back against it, his body weight holding it shut. 

“I had to see you again. Had to make sure it was you.” He watched you with those observant eyes; they glowed a deep honey brown in the golden light spilling through the window behind you. You studied the shadows cast over his angular features, highlighting them beautifully. Despite how badly you wanted him to leave the room, everything about him was art standing there. There was no helping the physical attraction you still felt for him; his ghost haunting you for the past few years had done nothing to dull the affection you felt for him, even without knowing his name or anything the entire time. 

“It’s me,” you said, shaking your head. You wanted to laugh at the whole situation; it was like something out of a soap opera. Some luck you had. 

There was a brief, yet loaded silence between the two of you. The tension laid between you, suspended in the air like an invisible fog. It was almost palpable, wrapping around the both of you and pushing you closer together. 

“I’ve told him about you before,” said Danny suddenly.

“What?” you asked, your eyebrows pulling together.

“Told him about that night, all that time ago,” he continued. “When I was performing with that shitty band based out of Detroit, before all of this.”

“What’d you say?”

“What could I say? I didn’t know your name. Barely knew anything about you,” he laughed. It was a humorless noise, almost bitter. “You were just a girl in a bar; the hardest person in the world to get out of my head.”

“Sorry,” you said, though you weren’t sure what for. “I wasn’t looking for anything serious.”

“Neither was I. You think you would be every thought in my head for the last three years if I had a choice?”

You swallowed hard. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. You couldn’t sit here and do this. You hated that he had been thinking about you, too. Hated that you were stuck on his mind, in his thoughts, making his days harder. You didn’t want any of these feelings to be mutual. There was no way to admit that you knew you had fallen for him that night, too. How could you? You hadn’t even known his name.

“And now you’re with him… The universe has a really shitty sense of humor…”

“Tell me about it.”

“How’d you meet?”

You looked at him again. Behind his straight-faced facade, you could see the hurt behind his eyes. Something about it made you want him even more– that he cared enough about you that he would be hurt by the whole situation. Your stomach ached. 

“Some bar,” you muttered.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “It just keeps getting worse.”

You frowned. “I didn’t ask for this, Danny.”

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the door. “You met him in a bar. And what made you fall for him? What was different?”

You looked at him incredulously. “Everything was different,” you said, voice defensive. “It was a different place, a different time. I was a completely different person, for fuck’s sake.”

“And it was him, right?” He looked pained. 

“It has nothing to do with him,” you retorted. “It has everything to do with me. When we met, I was young and dumb, and messy. I went out to that bar looking for a quick fuck, and you knew that before we ever even touched each other.”

“And that was supposed to make it easier…” He let out a deep breath, as if he were trying hard to keep his composure. “You know, when I was watching you out there all over each other… I couldn’t help thinking that you were mine first…”

You bit your lip, your hands clenched into fists in your lap. You didn’t know what to say. 

“He used to call you my little bird,” he saw the look on your face, and continued, “Yeah, I told him about that. Saw you out there, little freebird. I told him how you’d walked into the room and everyone else just faded into the background.” You remembered him calling you that. It came up in your daydreams. Haunted you on lonely nights. 

A pang shot through your chest. You felt very suddenly like you were going to vomit on the hardwood floor. 

“Danny, please– can we do this later? I can’t take it–”

“He knew I was in love with you. I told him everything I could remember, every little detail– I mean, he’s my best friend. Fuck.”

“Did you expect him to know?”

“No, how could he? I never even got your name. Tried to find you for the longest time, though.” He shook his head. “There’s no way he would’ve guessed anyway. Doesn’t seem like you’re much the same.”

“You’re not either.”

“Not at all,” he sighed. There was so much left to say, so many questions going unanswered, but you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him anymore. It was too tempting; he was too tempting, standing there all tall and lean, curls splayed around his head glowing like a halo in the sunset. The juxtaposition of his appearance and how he was making you feel startled you; he felt like the furthest thing from an angel right now. 

“I should get out of here,” he said after a moment. You said nothing, but nodded. 

He slipped out of the bedroom, leaving you to your racing mind once again. You wanted Sam; he was always your comfort. You wanted to crawl under the covers with him, and bury your face in his neck. You wanted his slow breaths in your ear, his arms tangled around you. But how was he supposed to comfort you while you were heartbroken over his best friend? You had no one to tell, no escape from the reality staring you in the face. 

Danny’s hurt expression flashed behind your eyelids every time you blinked. The last time you saw each other, he was all teasing smirks and bright eyes. You hated this different version of him; this version that wanted you and couldn’t have you. If you had known he had been pining over you all of these years… It hurt more that you knew he felt the same. You should have left your number with him all that time ago. 

You remembered leaving his hotel room that night, slipping out of bed still wearing his stupid button-up shirt. It still hung in your closet at home, wrinkled and worn from years of use. At the time, it crossed your mind to leave a note, your name, your phone number, something. But you thought it would look desperate; after all, he had wanted a one night stand, too. Neither of you were looking for a commitment. 

You laughed to yourself, laying there with tears in your eyes. Life could be so funny, sometimes. 

Wiping your eyes, you told yourself not to be so ridiculous. How could you have seriously fallen in love with a total stranger? How could you even question your loyalty to Sam over a guy you slept with one time, years ago? The sex had been memorable because you hadn’t had a partner who satisfied you in a long time, but now… Well, you were perfectly happy in your relationship. Jovial, even. 

But, as you slipped off of the bed and padded downstairs, you only began to feel worse. You peeked out the backdoor at the others outside; another wave of nausea overcame you as you saw Sam and Danny joking around. They were laughing at something Josie was saying. The tears were back immediately–you felt like a complete villain. Your chest tightened, a lump forming in your throat as you stood there watching. You knew things could only get worse… How would you justify accidentally breaking up the life-long friendship between them?

More than anything, you just wanted to go home. You stood there wishing that Sam would come inside to check on you; he would see your teary eyes and your face drained of all its color and sweep you off to the car immediately. He would mutter comforting words to you as he held your hand on the car ride home, his thumb tracing hearts into your skin. He always knew just how to make you feel better. Thinking of this, you were on the brink of sobbing uncontrollably. You stood frozen in the hallway between the stairs and the kitchen still watching them. The muscles in your legs wouldn’t work; you needed to get back upstairs, or in the bathroom, or anywhere you wouldn’t be caught bawling your eyes out. 

But, as always, Sam knew you too well. He muttered something to Danny and Josie, then you saw him turning towards the house. He was coming to check on you. You forced yourself to turn away from the door, slipping into the bathroom at the bottom of the stairs. The door was half open behind you as you gripped the sink, your hands shaking.

You heard the sweet call of your name from the kitchen, and it sent your heart aflutter. He was the first and last person you wanted to talk to right now. It would break him if you told him what was actually wrong. It would break you to have to keep your secret. 

“Hey, sweets?” He was approaching the bottom of the stairs, noticing the sliver of light spilling out from the bathroom. “Hey,” he said, pushing the door open. “Josie said she thought she saw you–”

Your eyes finally met in the reflection, and you saw his smile fall into an expression of deep worry. In the mirror, you tore your gaze away and choked back a sob.

“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” He grasped your shoulders with the gentlest of touches, turning you to face him. You immediately buried your face in his shirt, your entire body racked with sobs.

“I– wanna go home,” you said shakily. You gripped his shirt with trembling hands, the fabric gripped in your fingers so tightly that it hurt. You never wanted to let him go, couldn’t let him go for fear of losing him. None of this would ever be worth losing your Sammy. You had to tell him, before it became deceitful.

He nodded immediately, “All right,” he said. “Okay, I’ll take you home, sweets. Come on.” Using the pads of his thumbs, he brushed the tears off of your face, and stroked your skin. He looked you in the eyes for a moment. 

“I need you to relax, Y/N,” his voice was hushed, almost afraid. He never called you Y/N. 

“I–I’m trying,” you gasped, trying to match his breaths. You were basically in full on panic mode, your nerves torn to shreds after the events of the afternoon.

“I know you are, honey,” he said. You focused on the feeling of his touch, finger caressing your cheek. You breathed in his scent, listened to the warm sound of his voice. He was holding you steady, grounding you. “That’s it. Just breathe…”

You matched his pace of breathing, your heart rate slowly sinking down to a normal level. Tears still trickled down your face, though you were no longer being strangled on your own sobs. He very delicately pulled you into his arms, hugging you as if you were made out of glass.

“You’re okay, sweets,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ve got you. Always.”

You closed your eyes, focusing on only him. You let his presence drown out all of your worries; the twinge of lemongrass essential oil mixed with his natural musk, the strong grasp of his arms encircling you, the tickle of the ends of his hair on your face. You melted into his embrace, finally able to clear your mind. 

“Thank you,” you breathed at last, when you felt almost back to normal. His lips pressed briefly to your hair, and he released you. He smiled at you, brushing your hair back off of your forehead. “How bad do I look?”

He managed a small laugh. “You don’t look bad, sweets,” he poked your cheek playfully. “You’re just red… Kinda cute, like a strawberry…”

You wrinkled your nose, swatting at his finger. “A strawberry, are you serious?” But you laughed. You laughed despite it all, and that was enough. 

“Go on to the car, my little strawberry,” he said, kissing your temple and passing you the car keys from his shirt pocket. “I’m gonna go get Rosie Posie, and say goodbye.” 

You followed his directions, slipping off to the car. You hated that you were giving the Kiszkas a good old Irish goodbye, but it made you feel much better to be out in Sam’s car, waiting for him to take you home. At least there, you could pretend that the latter half of today had never happened. Losing yourself in his embrace was the only thing you could think about. You needed more than anything to be alone with your Sammy, disconnected from the rest of the world.

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[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Come over here and overwhelm me + one muse riding the other while the tv plays in the background,  movie forgotten entirely.

I also set this one during the friends with benefits days!! luv u christel

prompt: one muse riding the other while the tv plays in the background, movie forgotten entirely

word count: 558

warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ONLY MINORS DNI (unprotected pinv, creampie, jake being called a sweet boy, overstimulation, jake kinda being a sub??)

There was a movie on in the background. Long-winded dialogue and orchestral swells mix with the sounds of the refrigerator and the airconditioner humming through the small apartment. But the plot was left forgotten, ignored, just like those ambient sounds that the human brain barely seemed to notice.

Jake and Ronnie’s soul focus was each other. The way she clenched around his hardened length. The way he hit something special inside her as she moved up and down at an achingly slow pace. Jake’s head was rested against the back of the couch, eyes barely focused as he stared up at the ceiling — his thumbs rubbing lazy circles into her thighs. Ronnie’s hands were on his chest to keep herself balanced as she rode him. 

He came to her apartment that night exhausted. Beaten down. His usually loud and boisterous demeanor now quiet and noncommittal. It must have been a rough day of training if it left him like this. Ronnie thought the best way to help would be some food and a relaxing night in. But as soon as they sat down to watch the movie she picked, he was nuzzling into her neck and whispering: 

“Need you, baby — please.”

And over the last few months, Ronnie had figured out she had a hard time saying no to Jake Seresin. She stripped him of his clothes and let him watch as she took off her own. She climbed into his lap, her kisses lazy and drawn out and something more that neither of them could place. 

“Lemme take care of you,” she had whispered as she took him to the hilt. 

His hips started to roll up to meet her as his climax drew near — his hands sliding up her body to hold her ribs in his wide palms.

He lifted his head from the back of the couch with a pinched brow, “Not gonna…”

She knew what he was getting at. She hadn’t cum yet — he wasn’t going to last — and Jake never wanted to leave a woman unsatisfied. But this, right here, was about him. And it surprised her, even as she took his face in her hands, how much she was willing to give up to make him feel good. Make him forget about his terrible day. Get him lost in the depths of her love unspoken and her pussy that felt made just for him. 

“S’okay, sweet boy,” she said and he whined softly, his hips working faster. “Just let go for me.” 

And so he did. His entire body shuddered as he released inside her, mouth dropped open and some noise between a moan and a cry falling endlessly from his lips. But Ronnie didn’t let up the slow rise and fall of her hips, she continued to work him even as he went soft and sensitive inside her. 

He squeezed her ribs with a hiss. “Hmm — wait, s’too much…can’t…”

Jake groaned, whined, as she purposefully clenched around his already re-hardening length. His head thrown back against the couch and a vein popping out in his neck.

“Give me one more, sweet boy — just one more,” she said as she mouthed at that pretty little vein. “Want nothing in that head of yours except how good this feels.” 

He made some small, feeble noise of protest, but he nodded. And he sat back and let her ruin him.

[frosty-the-killer-doll]

What are your killersnow headcanons? Also I’m currently watching the killer frost episode

sorry it took me a while to answer this, i'm tired.

they're both insane wit puns and have wars over who can come up with the cheesiest, dumbest one

they still use stickynotes, fight me. they flood their apartment and the lab with colorful little love notes~

the people know i adore killersnow as sharing a body. but that doesn't mean i outright ignore frost's desire for her own sort of life. that being said, she also doesn't object when caitlin says they're building a life together. so, while they're still sharing the bod in my head- frost switches to the system host for a while, until, eventually, the two start co-hosting

they get together right after frost resurfaces in season four, as they've both realized the extent of their feelings in the other's absence. caitlin first comes out to cisco about it... maybe there's a fic about that...

frost calls caitlin "snowflake," whereas caitlin calls frost "frostbite." i've hc'ed this long before m*rk bl*ine came along and started using "snowflake" on frost 🙄

when they were children and caitlin was being bullied by lexi laroche, all it took was one fight w frost for lexi to never look at caitlin again. cait never did find out what made the torment stop...

they kiss by sorta melting into each other, system blurring style

sparring a moment on my snowstorm lives bullshit, caitlin and ronnie's canon smooches tend to be around when small flecks of something or other are falling all around them, so sometimes frost sends out snowflakes to make her girlfriend and her girlfriend's husband nostalgic for when they got engaged and when they were reunited again;

if caitlin blushes at the same time as frost while they're co-con, it comes out purplish

on one of their first dates frost freaked out and in a panic simply brought cait to a hospital. doctors like hospitals, right?? right????

sorry that's all i got rn, thank u :]