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Man bun Timmy. Hope these make your day a bit better. (Turn on notifications to not miss posts. Tumblr algorithms seems to be letting me down) ❤️

[miryum]

"Unsolvable"

Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy’s relationship

Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff

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Captain Wayne didn’t dare go near Detective L/n’s desk. The woman poured over a thick binder, a pencil shoved in her hair and a pen between her teeth. Her computer had more than a dozen tabs open and every person in the precinct gave her a wide berth. 

Wayne only wished that Y/n put as much effort into her detective work as she did her wedding planning. Jason was the only one who dared to approach her. “Sweetheart,” he broke her out of her reverie. “Why don’t we find something else for you to do? I'll handle the wedding stuff.”

Y/n’s hair was messier than normal and when she turned to look at Jason, his brows lifted at the bloodshot look in her eyes. “Are you sure?” she asked. “It's a lot to get done. And it needs to be done today.”

“Absolutely,” Jason promised. “Why don’t you work on a fun case, hmm?” he suggested, like it was a trivial tea party and not professional detective work. 

So, ten minutes later, Y/n slammed a case file down on Tim’s desk. “Good news, detective. I figured out what we're gonna work on to keep my mind off of my wedding.”

“I thought you were going to work on your wedding,” Tim countered, looking up from his screen where he was playing the New York Times Connections.

Y/n shifted her weight and had the decency to look a little sheepish. “No. Jason thought it was best for me to take a break.” It was then that she tapped the thick case file on Tim’s desk. “I found a cold case of ours that everyone foolishly said was unsolvable. Case 1652-EJCBX-718.”

Tim exhaled and sat back in his seat. “Y/n,” he said, “case 1652-EJCBX-718 is unsolvable.”

“Or maybe case 1652-EJCBX-718 is waiting for someone to de-unsolve it,” Y/n offered her optimistic view on it.

Cass, who was walking by, couldn’t help but ask, “what's case 1652-EJCBX-718?”

“Case 1651-EJ…” Y/n trailed off and then said, “we gotta find a way to abbreviate this thing. Anyway, it's an old case that Timmy and I worked on about six years ago.”

“This guy Nate Dexter was murdered in a boat explosion. No witnesses, no leads, minimal evidence. This case almost killed us,” Tim added, looking at Y/n skeptically.

“Yeah, but I'm on a hot streak!” Y/n whined, leaving out the fact that the last case she had worked on was three weeks ago because she had begun wedding prep. “Plus we're better detectives now. We're smarter, computers are faster, and what about drones?” She fantasised, hands exaggerating her thoughts with movement. She then saw Tim push his chair out and she gasped, “oh, he's standing up!”

The detective admitted, “I have always wanted to solve that case.”

Y/n exclaimed, “then think about how good it would feel to finally do it. What's the best moment of your life?”

“The day I graduated from the police academy,” Tim said instantly. “Either that or the day I met Barnard.”

Y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Compared to this, those memories will be garbage.”

“You don't know what you're saying,” Tim deadpanned, glaring at her.

“Screw you,” Y/n shot back weakly. She blew off his protests and dragged her friend into the briefing room. “Okay, here's what we know. Nate Dexter was a small-time crook who pissed someone off. They blew up his boat, with him still on it, and left no evidence except this one charred finger and Nate's melted torso.”

Tim shook his head, eyebrows raising. “Man, I'm having deja vu right now,” he muttered.

Six years back, the pair stood in the exact same briefing room. Tim was wearing his full gear, as if needing to prove to everyone that he belonged. He was considerably skinnier than present day and was trying to grow out a wisp of a moustache. His glasses sat crooked on his nose. Y/n, on the other hand, had slightly longer hair tied up into a tight bun, but there were less laugh lines around the crinkles of her eyes. Jason had yet to join the precinct. The young detective was looking at an old, blocky Macbook. “Whoever did it left no evidence except this one charred finger and Nate's melted torso,” she said, looking at Tim with wide, excited eyes.

“So in other words nothing's changed,” Tim deduced.

“Except our attitudes,” Y/n corrected. “So! We start at the last place that Dexter was seen before he went to the marina: his apartment. I'm telling you, dude, I got a good feeling about this,” she announced.

A while later, the pair stood outside an ongoing construction site. A bulldozer rumbled past slowly. “Well, it appears his building was torn down.” Y/n pressed her lips together, hands on her hips. She turned to Tim and said, “I know this seems like bad news, but on the plus side: the harder the solve, the sweeter the solve.”

“No, it's just bad news,” Tim said bluntly, staring at the construction site.

“You're bad news,” Y/n grumbled out, glaring at her coworker.

“What?” Tim called out, having not heard her due to the loud beeping the bulldozer was emitting as it slowly backed up.

“What?” Y/n repeated, feigning innocence. “Just saying you're bad news for bad guys, 'cause you're a number-one cop!” she shouted over the noise. With a dramatic wave of her hand, she exclaimed, “let's solve the case!”

Back at the precinct, Jason nervously approached Dick’s desk. “Hey, Sarge.” He cleared his throat, even though Dick was already aware of his presence, and asked, “how would you like to spend your half-day-off with me doing an endless list of wedding tasks?” After a moment of silence where Dick turned to his detective and gave him a tense look, Jason added, “I can see from your eyes you're excited.”

“No way,” Dick said plainly. “Kori and the girls are going on a playdate all day and I'm going to see a movie for grown-ups all by myself. No talking animals, no predictable plot, and tons of cuss words.”

“I know cuss words,” Jason supplied, shrugging. Even though he was taller and bulkier than the sergeant, he still looked like a younger brother asking his older brother for help. “Come with me and I'll cuss at you all day long, you big piece of fucking horseshit.” 

“Yeah, that sounds fun, but I'm gonna stick with the movie.”

Jason sighed and begged, “please don't do that. I promised Y/n I could get everything done, and I can't. I have one hundred and twelve tasks to get through in the next thirteen hours and I set a recurring alarm so I know how fast I should be moving. I'm already three tasks behind and the alarms keep piling up.” He swallowed and put his hands in his pockets. “It's kind of making me stressed out,” Jason admitted. “Y/n means the world to me and I don’t want to break a promise before our marriage has even started. She’s been working her adorable ass off and I feel like I haven't been doing enough. I mean, I don’t really care about the wedding – as long as I get to call her my wife, I don’t care where it is or what it looks like. But it means a lot to her. Please help me, Sarge,” he finished, levelling Dick with a knowing and pleading look. He could see Dick’s resolve wavering and decided to finish off with some nice flattery. “Come on, you're, like, the best husband ever. You’re like if… Mr. Darcy came to life.”

“Wasn’t he kind of an asshole?” 

“Semantics.”

After a moment, Dick admitted, “My husband game is flawless.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Okay, I'm in. But you owe me,” he added as Jason grinned.

“Anything you want,” the man promised. “Thank you, Grayson.”

Y/n and Tim were at the jail where the friends of Nate Dexter were locked up. Even if Dexter used to be friends with numerous criminals, the two detectives were still trying to solve his murder. The guard gestured to where a small clump of people sat in the exercise yard. “That's all of 'em,” the guard said in a thick Jersey accent.

Y/n’s brows furrowed as she counted each man. “What? What about…” she flipped through the case file she was holding. “Frank Williams?”

“He's in the infirmary,” the guard said. “He was beat up pretty good, a lot of internal bleeding.”

“Awesome!” Y/n cheered. “I mean, not the internal bleeding thing,” she quickly backtracked when both the guard and Tim gave her concerned looks. “That sounds horrifying. But I bet you we can get him to talk if we offer to move him from beatdown boulevard.”

Tim was able to admit, “that's a good idea. Looks like we got lucky, then.”

The guard led them to the infirmary where one Frank Williams was laying with plaster and gauze wrapped around his body. Frank was apprehensive, to say the least. When he was done telling his short story, Y/n offered. “alright, Frank, let's recap, shall we? You slipped and fell onto a shiv. Then you got up and fell backwards onto another shiv. And finally one last shiv fell from the… ceiling and into your body. I'm gonna go out on a limb here. I think you got shivved,” she concluded simply.

“What do you guys want?” Frank asked for the third time.

“We wanna make a deal,” Tim said. “Do you know anything about the murder of Nate Dexter?”

Frank Williams glared at the two cops. “What do I get if I do?” he asked slowly. 

“How about a transfer to another cell block? One with fewer shivs ,” Tim propositioned.

Williams looked around, as if anyone would be eavesdropping in the infirmary. After a moment, he grumbled out, as if against his will, “can't be sure, but I think Dexter owed money to a guy named Sam Bunsen.”

“And that's a new lead!” Y/n triumphantly turned to Tim.

“First lead in eight years,” he acquiesced, shrugging. “You were right.”

Dick and Jason were at a wedding planning shop and Jason was pouring over a binder full of napkin samples. “Jason, you gotta pick a napkin,” Dick said after another eleven minutes.

“Y/n said they should be beige,” Jason interjected before Dick could finish his sentence. “I didn't realize there'd be forty-five different shades!” he exclaimed in frustration. “ Chanterelle, desert whimsy, fucking filbert husk? Words have no more meaning, Richard!” He threw his hands into the air.

“We're running out of time, man,” Dick reiterated. “You gotta make a call.”

Jason chewed on his lip. “But what if I choose wrong?” he muttered. “That's a terrible way to start off a marriage. People won't even watch our first dance. They're gonna be too busy laughing at the napkins.” He ran a hand through his hair, anxiety rising within him. Dick put a hand on his detective’s back and Jason exhaled. “Okay,” he said. “Maybe I can narrow it down. Uh… I think I don't like desert whimsy.” He pointed at the offending napkin.

Dick glanced at the napkin and then nodded once. “Okay.”

“Why did you pause like that before you said ‘okay’?” Jason berated him instantly. “Was that secretly your favorite one?!”

The sergeant sighed. “Jay, you know Y/n better than anyone. You just have to trust your gut.” He put his hands on his stomach for emphasis. “What is your gut telling you?”

“That I'm hungry and a terrible napkin chooser and will therefore be a horrible spouse.”

“That is not your gut,” Dick said, shaking his head. “That is your crazy, nonsense brain. Trust me, Jason. You know the right napkin.” The older man had an oddly effective way of calming Jason down. “Is it this one?” He held up filbert husk .

“With that crimping?” Jason said instinctively. He shook his head sassily. “No way.” He then paused and gaped, looking at Dick, “oh, my god. What did I just do?”

Dick grinned, exclaiming, “you listened to your gut!”

“Yes! I have a gut!” Jason cried, pumping his fists into the air. “My groom gut!” The attendant glanced over at the two grown men, a concerned look in her eye.

“Every groom has one,” Dick said, clapping Jason on the back again. “You just had to find yours.”

“Okay, I can do this.” The soon-to-be husband took a breath. He then began flipping through the napkins at a quick pace. “Uh, this one's too big. This is too scratchy. This one is shedding. This one's too rustic. Am I using that term right?” he asked Dick. “When it comes to napkins?”

“Yes, you're doing it!” Dick cheered.

“It is too rustic!” Jason repeated excitedly, like it was a big revelation. He flipped the napkin over to reveal another sample. He slapped his palm down onto the napkin and looked up triumphantly at the sale’s assistant. “This one. Classy, but very absorbent. Simple, and it won't clash with our color scheme.”

Dick agreed, “it's perfect.”

“We'll take it! Groom gut!”

“Groom gut!”

“Hey, Timmy,” Y/n greeted, once back at the precinct. “No sign of Sam Bunsen in the federal database. You got anything?”

“Bad news.” Tim shook his head. “I only found his wife and she hasn't heard from him in eight years.”

“That doesn't sound good.”

Tim shot Y/n a confused look. “Yeah. That's why I started by saying ‘bad news,’” he said as if it were obvious. “I believe in having a clear topic sentence.”

“I bet Mrs. Bunsen is lying. She knows where her husband is.”

The detective shrugged and said, “I don’t know. I pushed pretty hard. She said she's willing to take a lie detector test, if that means anything.”

“Well, then let's bust out the polygraph.”

“Okay, we are very behind. Picking out napkins took up a shockingly large part of the day,” Jason said. He and Dick were still at the wedding planner’s store and still had too many things to cross off.

Dick put up a finger, reminding him, “but, the good news is, your groom gut is all fired up.”

“It’s hungry for tasks,” Jason agreed. He shook his hands out and said, “let's crush this list.” With the help of the attendant, the two men were able to get through all of Jason’s alarms. The detective was like a professional, making decisions this way and that. “Calla lilies? Do you think I'm planning a funeral? I want dahlias. No, no, no. Brown sprinkles at the ice cream bar? Do you think I'm planning a funeral? Give me rainbow! What the hell are those tablecloths? Do you think I’m planning a funeral? Get your head in the game.”

“Why do you keep saying the funeral thing?” Dick asked after a while.

“Because my groom gut has a catchphrase, Sarge,” Jason declared, putting his hands on his stomach. He then looked down at the list and realised they had completed everything. “We're amazing!”

Y/n was slumped in her chair in the interrogation room where a stenographer, Sophia Bunsen, and Tim all sat. “Okay! Please state your name one more time,” she begged, hands folded in front of her.

“Are we really doing this again? It's, like, the fifth time,” Sophia Bunsen asked.

“That's a lie!” Y/n cried out. “It's only the fourth time!” Her head whipped towards the stenographer who shook his head. “No? Okay, my bad. Continue.”

Sophia sighed heavily and rattled off, “I'm Sophia Bunsen, I haven't talked to my husband in eight years.” She then pointed to a picture on the table. “This is Nate Dexter. He was friends with my husband. I didn't know he was dead. You think my husband killed him, but I guarantee that's impossible.”

“Okay. Good,” Tim nodded, but Y/n cut him off.

“But not good enough! Let's do it again.”

It was then that Tim grabbed Y/n’s bicep and dragged her out of the room. “Dude, what the hell is going on with you? She passed the test six times.”

“Or maybe she's in cahoots,” Y/n whispered out dramatically. She pointed to the stenographer. “With him! Hmm?” The woman opened the door and cried out, “are you two cahooting? Is there cahooting going on?!”

“L/n!” Tim exclaimed, pulling her back out of the room. “It's over, okay? We had a lead, now it's dead. It happens!” She was about to protest when Tim asked, “why are you being so crazy about this case?”

Y/n’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. She looked around helplessly for a moment before finally shrugging. “I wanted to work the toughest case we had,” she said weakly. Both knew she was lying.

Tim shook his head and sighed. “I don't know why you wanna spend the entire night at work, but I'm going home. See you tomorrow, L/n.” He lifted a hand in a wave before turning and walking away. In the interrogation room, the stenographer began to unstrap Sophia Bunsen from the lie detector.

“Fine, abandon me!” Y/n called after Tim. “I don't want you here anyway!”

The next day, Tim walked into the briefing room, briefcase slung over his shoulder and coffee cup in hand. “I got here an hour early,” he announced to Y/n who was sitting in a chair to her back to him. “This better be good.” Y/n turned around in her chair to reveal dark bags under her eyes, her hair mussed up, and a large coffee stain on her shirt. “Jesus! What happened to you?” Tim cried. “How the hell did Jason let you get away with this?!”

“I have not slept in, since I last saw you, many hours,” Y/n explained, sentences fragmenting together. “Plus, Jason was out for drink last of the day with our bestest buddy, the Sarge, and saying something about fiancé belly. I t’was not particularly paying attention but I know he all better because he loves me.” She nodded cryptically and Tim looked around, as if wondering who else could take the sleep deprived woman off his hands. Where was Captain Wayne when you needed him? “Mm. Good to know,” Y/n said out of the blue, probably replying to the voices in her head. “So I rewatched the interrogation, and get this. Sophia wasn't lying about anything! She doesn't know who killed Nate Dexter. But, she knows something way better. Come with me.”

After a second where Y/n didn’t move at all, Tim called her name. “People normally move after they say that.”

“Oh, sorry, I fell asleep for a second,” she apologised. “Come with me.” She stood successfully and led Tim to the viewing room where from behind the two-way glass, he saw a man sitting at the interrogation table. “Y'all ready for this?” Y/n grinned. “Timothy Drake, allow me to introduce to you… Our murder victim, the not-dead Nate Dexter!”

Tim leaned forward, eyes on the man and brows furrowed. “What the hell?” he muttered. 

Y/n mimicked an explosion, eyes wide. “Right?! Sophia wasn't lying. I just wasn’t asking the right questions. She hadn't seen her husband in eight years, but she was positive there's no way that he killed Dexter. That's when it occurred to me, no one killed him.” She pressed the speaker button that allowed her to talk to Nate in the other room. “Hey, Nate, just talking about how you're alive.”

Nate glared at the two-way mirror. “Yeah, I'm alive.”

“But whose melted torso did we find?” Tim asked, still staring at the man in confusion. It was then that everything clicked for him. “Sophia's husband,” he said in awe.

“Yes!” Y/n shouted out, slapping the desk loudly with her hand and causing Tim to jump. “Sophia and Dexter were having an affair, husband found out, Nate killed him!” She clicked the speaker button again and spoke into the microphone, “now I'm telling my buddy about how you killed that guy.”

“It was for love!” Dexter defended himself, pulling against his cuffs. 

“Cool motive, still murder,” Y/n said. “Also, you remember that severed finger?” she asked Tim, who nodded. “Check this out. Hey, Nate. Show us your hands, please?” Nate begrudgingly held up his hands, shooting a glare towards the mirror. Where his pinkie finger used to be was a small hump. “Crazy, right? Cut it off himself. How screwed up is that?” Y/n asked, sticking her tongue out. “Anyway, I asked all of my CIs if they had dealings with a nine-fingered man. Unsolvable case... Solved!” She threw up her hands in victory. “Whoo!”

“Attention!” Captain Wayne raised his glass at Odin’s Bar. Y/n stood tucked into Jason’s side, the latter who was beaming down at his fiancée. “Everyone raise your glasses to the amazing Y/n L/n. Today, she did the impossible. She closed case 1652-EJCBX-718.” Wayne raised his glass to the almost bashful detective, and everyone did the same.

“Ah, the real hero here is the murderer,” Y/n said, waving them all off. “Without him there wouldn't be a case. So... here's to Nate Dexter, the murderer.” She raised her glass and everyone followed suit. 

The six-six spread out in the bar and Y/n turned to Jason. “Hey, were you able to get any wedding prep done?”

Jason’s chest puffed out a bit proudly. “Everything you needed. And I’ll continue to do anything you need whenever you need it.” He reached down to brush his nose against her before giving her a soft kiss. Y/n hummed and kissed him back, murmuring a very grateful thanks.

Later that night, Dick pulled Jason aside and said, “Look, being a good husband is about caring enough to try. This whole day you've been doing everything possible to make sure Y/n was happy. If you keep doing that, you're gonna be okay. Even if you make a couple mistakes sometimes,” he added.

Jason nodded. “Thank you, Sergeant,” he said. Both men knew he was talking about more than helping with wedding prep. 

Meanwhile, Y/n walked over to Tim and said, “I owe you an apology. I’ve been acting crazy these past couple of days. I’ve… I’ve been pretty stressed about the wedding and everything, but that’s ot an excuse.” 

“Yes, it is,” Tim corrected her. He then nudged her shoulder with his own. “But it’s understandable. I’d be acting the same way if I was in your position. And hey, if you wanna make it up to me, let me go wedding dress shopping with you.” At that, Y/n let out a loud laugh and agreed.

A few minutes later, however, Jason had to take her home because she was sorely exhausted.

[dream-meister-translations]

THE TALE OF FOOD

SPRING NIMBUS - PART 4

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The next time I open my eyes, I see all kinds of teaware. They are arranged in different spaces according to their period-specific characteristics, similar to how works are placed in museums.

A jasper bow, a brass tea flaker, the ivory inlay “Six of the Tea Ceremony” and a little tea tray with lacquer, carved with plum blossoms and gilt with gold.

LONGJING SHRIMP : You’re awake?

LONGJING SHRIMP : If you’re awake, get off of Swallow Bun’s wings.

I look down and realize I am lying on the wings of a gigantic birdman. No wonder it felt so soft, comfortable and familiar. It made me so sleepy…

MASTER : S-Sorry! I’ll get down right now! Thank you for coming and helping us, or who knows how long we’d have been trapped in the forest for…

Swallow Bun remains silent. Instead, he glances at Longjing Shrimp and sighs.

SWALLOW BUN : You found out again…

LONGJING SHRIMP : It’s just like you to leave while Peach Petal Congee and I were fighting.

SWALLOW BUN : The item I’m looking for isn’t here, and I need to leave eventually anyway.

LONGJING SHRIMP : What do you mean there’s nothing here? Do you know who the young Master next to you is?

MASTER : …!?

Longjing Shrimp’s words catch me by surprise. How did he find out who I was? Perhaps it’s better to go with the flow…

Swallow Bun, the man he is talking to, is a new face I have never seen in Kongsang. However, I have heard about this dish from my father on occasion.

Apparently, the people of Shanxi made swallow-shaped buns to commemorate Jie Zitui, who burned to death while hugging a tree in the Spring and Autumn Period. Around the time of the Cold Food Festival, people make these buns and string them up in front of their houses using willow. This was the Swallow Bun.

Swallow Bun, who had been borne of this dish, must surely have inherited Jie Zitui’s noble character. What could this item, which apparently exists in Kongsang, too, be?

LONGJING SHRIMP : She’s the child of the Food God, Yizhi, and the current Master of Kongsang.

LONGJING SHRIMP : With tens of thousands of Food Souls under this child’s command, Kongsang is the best in the universe when it comes to Food Souls.

MASTER : It- It’s not as remarkable as you make it out to be. Besides, Kongsang was met with a crisis, and we no longer have tens of thousands of Food Souls…

MASTER : If there’s anything you need my help with, though, please tell me. There are numerous volumes of recipes and works written by renowned people of the past in Kongsang’s library.

SWALLOW BUN : All I seek is one thing: Death.

MASTER : ???

SWALLOW BUN : Would there be records in Kongsang regarding how a Food Soul can die?

SWALLOW BUN : As Food Souls, we have immortal bodies. The ends are endless, and we have no control over our lives and deaths. It is the ultimate tragedy.

MASTER : Uhh…

This is about life and death, and yet the words flow freely.

I recall my old friends who died during the incident in Kongsang… As well as those I found, who were on the brink of death…

Fury surges from within me, but with it comes a thread of sorrow.

SWALLOW BUN : Can what I seek be found in Kongsang?

MASTER : Life and death is the ultimate question people seek in their pursuit of truth. I am young and have no place giving you advice. I won’t probe.

MASTER : However, Kongsang has been home to Food Souls for millennia, and we have stored all kinds of books over this time. There might be some clues…

MASTER : If you do not find anything, you can wait until my father, Yizhi, returns. He is frequently out traveling and has seen much, so he might be of more help. What do you think of holding off your travels while I look into this?

SWALLOW BUN : I see… That works, too.

All of a sudden, the piercing sound of porcelain shattering can be heard outside.

SERVANT TIMMY : Sir! Y- Young Tao, that troublemaker, is back!

SERVANT TIMMY : What just shattered… was your favorite Official Ware white bowl…

YOUNG TAO : Come out, Longjing Shrimp!

SERVANT TIMMY : Shrimp? What shrimp?

People dart toward the porch and, by accident, Longjing Shrimp brushes past me.

LONGJING SHRIMP : My thanks.

[pwurrz]

haven’t had cinnamon buns for a while since timmies discontinued them.. so my mum bought like 16 in a pack from costco. they’re not as good but.. they’ll do ig 😔

[sukunasbow]

sfw hcs, the specialists.

summary: the specialists and sfw hcs!

warnings: fairy!reader and not fully proof read yet!

notes: i know winx probably doesn’t have much of a fandom on here but honestly this show gives me so much nostalgia so enjoy!

sky ✿

sky spoils you so much, he treats you like a princess, which is ironic considering he’s a prince.

to him, you’re his world, he’d never do anything to hurt you and he loves you so much.

sometimes, when the two of you are relaxing together, he lets you style his slightly long hair.

speaking of relaxing together, that’s one of his favourite dates, when the two of you just spend time at a cafe, getting a break from the chaotic fairy and specialist duties you usually deal with.

brandon ✿

you were one of the few people to first know that sky and brandon switched names. brandon wanted to be completely honest about the switch and you understood due to sky’s feelings about wanting to try a normal lifestyle.

literally the sweetest boyfriend ever, he treats you so good. he’s so gentle and loving with you, your heart melts every time you’re with him.

he doesn’t get jealous that often and neither do you, the two of you trust each other and have a relationship that’s really built on honesty and loyalty.

riven ✿

no one would’ve thought the two of you would get together, as riven has a high temper and you pretty much have no temper, always calm and relaxed. in fact, the only people that suspected something was going on with the two of you were bloom and sky, they always took notice of the flirty comments and subtle touches between the two of you. however, ever since you’ve announced your relationship with the hotheaded specialist, you’ve been extremely happy with him, and your friends started relaxing exactly how much sense the two of you make.

you’re a balanced couple that occasionally has rough patches, as riven can get really jealous and insecure, but you guys always make it out and your love grows even more. riven loves you and never wants to make you feel less than appreciated.

his favourite date with you consists of literally anything that involves you two being near each other, but he especially loves when you and him help your friends defeat the newest villain. he also loves when you cuddle with him, as he’s really just a softie deep down, constantly wanting to be touching you. he’s a huge fan of pda, unless you’re uncomfortable with it.

helia ✿

you and helia go together so well, no one was surprised when the two of you made your relationship official. your both calm and loving people, quickly becoming one of the best couples out of your friend group.

you love his hair so much. he just lets you run your fingers through his hair and style it into stupid little ponytails and buns, the man not even complaining about it, actually secretly enjoying it.

he’s literally the best boyfriend. he is always at your side when you need comfort and he gives you all his love.

timmy ✿

it took a while for timmy to build up the courage to ask you out, but once he did, you happily said yes.

the two of you are the definition of ‘opposites attract.’ you’re outgoing and a social butterfly, compared to timmy, who’s shy and doesn’t talk to many people aside from his friends.

he isn’t a big fan of pda, but behind closed doors, he’s always wanting to be close to you.

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pairing: switch!Eren and switch!fem bodied reader

content: college au, OnlyFans/sex work, masturbation (m), praise kink, oral (f and m receiving), squirting, penetrative sex, drug and alcohol use, classic college party, Eren is down horrendously bad, I believe in long haired Eren supremacy, minors DNI

summary: when jean finally convinces eren to crawl out from under his rock to join society on instagram, he finds there’s a whole lot more than just pictures of food. there’s you.

wc: 15.4k (I know it’s a long one, hope you enjoy tho)

Eren Jaeger had recently found himself in a very, very deep hole. It all started innocently, when one of his best friends Jean had convinced Eren to crawl out of his hole and create an Instagram to join society.

“C’mon Eren,” Jean had teased over a week ago as they studied out on the lawn of their school. “You have no idea what you’re missing out on. No one even uses Facebook anymore, it’s all for moms who want to brag about little Timmy’s genius for figuring out one plus one equals two.”

“What do you even do on Instagram?” Eren’s brows knitted together in confusion, Jean whipping his phone out to show Eren exactly how to use it.

“You post pictures,” Jean navigated to his profile, tapping and sliding down to show Eren all of Jean’s shameless selfies.

“Of just yourself?” he breathed, not comprehending the appeal at all. Don’t people look at his face enough?

“Well, you can post anything you want, that’s the beauty of it. Plus, when you’re not doing that, you get to see and like other people’s pictures.”

“But it says here you follow, 1,536 accounts? And you have 5,000 following you back?” Eren asked incredulously, surprised about how popular his friend’s online persona was. “How do you even know that many people?”

“You don’t,” Jean shrugged, making a few taps to his home page as posts began to load up. “Celebrities have Instagram, our friends have Instagram, fuck, every attractive person on the entire planet has one.”

“How do you even find these people?” Eren’s questioning never seemed to end, the concept out of his comprehension. Facebook was one thing, he personally knew every single one of his friends and family there, and honestly he really enjoyed people just talking about their day to day ordeals.

That’s when Jean forced Eren to hand his phone over and download the app. Jean snapped a quick picture of Eren, to which Eren had no reaction time to. Before he could protest, Jean had already uploaded the candid with some random song lyrics as the caption. To be honest with himself, Eren had to admit that Jean had taken a very flattering picture. He had his knee brought to his chest while his arm dangled over, back slumped and relaxed while he sat on the blanket they had set down before lounging there, hair in his signature sloppy man bun. It was mid day, so all the shadows casted behind his body as the sun’s rays illuminated every high point and contrast of his stoic face.

After a few follow backs from his friends, Armin and Mikasa, he had accumulated a few dozen likes, and Eren couldn’t help the feelings of instant gratifications wash over him, “Okay? So, now what?”

“Now,” Jean began to instruct him, putting the phone back in Eren’s hands after showing him the basics of social media. “Go to my page, and start following whoever you want from my following list. There’s some really hot girls.”

And when Eren laid in his dorm bed that night by himself, he did just that. He really didn’t want to give Jean the satisfaction of showing him who he followed, or why he decided to. His finger scrolled and scrolled through the following list on Jean’s Instagram, hitting the follow button on a few bands he really enjoyed. But then, his hand stopped at one username in particular. The avatar showed a pretty girl, smiling brightly into the camera, sun’s golden rays blooming behind her hair.

Eren tapped on the username, and the first thing he took note of was the bio. ‘Connoisseur of mimosas and rock and roll’, he had to smirk at that, what a simple sentence to sum yourself up with. His eyes flickered to the link in her bio, titled, OnlyFans. He titled his head, Jean hadn’t mentioned what OnlyFans was? Did everyone have an OnlyFans too, like Instagram? He tapped on the highlighted link to be met with a page of prices. What the fuck was so exclusive about it that he had to pay ten dollars for a single picture? As he scrolled down a bit more, he noticed the pricing rising to the final payment cost.

“200 dollars for a personal Snapchat and to talk to me every day?” he read aloud, mouth open in disgust. “What the fuck is this?”

He hit the done option in the upper left corner, returning to the Instagram page in question. He tapped on the first photo, the girl’s back facing the camera, completely bare as her hair trickled down the center. She was sitting in a pretty pink bath, floating flowers all around, staring out a window, captioned, ‘wishing you were here’. His gaze lingered on the dips of her waist, before scrolling down to see the girl in some more clothing. This one was a much prettier picture, glasses set on the brim of her nose while she sat comfortably at a wooden table in a library. She stared directly into the camera, a pretty smile on her face while her hands sat perched under her chin. Some books were open on the table, and Eren took note of the quilted skirt peeking out from the under the bottom, her knees tightly crossed. ‘finals week is going to be the death of me, thank the universe for coffee’.

Eren back tracked out of the photo after double tapping, trying to drink in a comprehensive idea of what exactly people were paying so much money to see. He scrolled, and landed on his answer. The girl sat on a stool, phone angled in the mirror to take in her frame, wearing nothing but black lingerie and heels with a smirk on her face, the caption simply, ‘follow me on OnlyFans, link in bio’.

‘Hey Jean, what’s OnlyFans?’ Eren typed a quick text to his now mentor, patiently waiting as three bubbles appeared from his friend’s end.

‘Lol I see what you’re using Instagram for now, Jaeger’, was Jean’s only reply, and Eren could feel himself getting frustrated. Before he could type back an angry text, those bubbles popped up once again. ‘It’s basically porn, you pay for people’s pictures and videos’.

‘Why would someone want to do that? It’s free almost everywhere else’.

‘Because, young grasshopper, girls are hot and I’m trynna see some titties’.

Eren rolled his eyes at his friend’s stupidity. Deducing that Jean was obviously one of these paying customers, Eren felt a little more secure in himself as he tapped the follow button on the girl’s page. What he wasn’t expecting though was a notification informing him she had followed back, followed quickly by another one liking his only post. Eren couldn’t hold back a blush, heart thumping in his chest. Did this girl think he was good looking?

The thought didn’t sit for long as yet another notification popped up, this time a comment. The girl had simply put a heart eyed emoji, followed by a fire emoji. Eren retreated in haste back to her profile, analyzing every picture and caption.

That had been a month ago, and now Eren had a full blown addiction to the website, more specifically her Instagram. Eren was even paying for her OnlyFans now, making excuses that the money he spent would be used for coffees and lunches anyhow, and he really had to nip his caffeine addiction in the butt so he might as well spend his cash on her.

She had just posted a photoset, one of many on her page, completely naked aside from a gold necklace adorned on her neck, a simple initial of ‘E’ rested prettily on her collarbone. It was like she knew Eren was devouring her social medias on a daily basis. It was all for him, Eren had concluded. There was no coincidence that she had followed and liked his own page, it was all fate and meant to be. Eren had figured out how to DM someone, thanks to Jean showing him how to during one of their classes, and he had taken full advantage of the girl’s inbox. Unfortunately with no reply or read receipt to even prove she had received his messages, introducing himself and showering the girl with compliments. Oh, Eren was down bad. He even brought himself to pay out the $50 tier on her OnlyFans for the month, tired of entering his card information for every daily post.

His dick twitched hard as he drank in her form, curvaceous and beautiful and feminine. It wasn’t even like he just wanted to fuck her either, if he needed relief like that he’d just hit up one of the handful of girls he had saved in his contacts. Eren Jaeger wanted to take this girl out on a fucking date. They had so much in common, they were practically soulmates. She liked and followed all the same bands Eren did, posted on her stories all about her favorite foods and her zodiac sign. While he didn’t really believe in that shit, his Google search history of checking if Aries was compatible spoke to something completely different.

And then Eren began noticing something. How the library she frequently posted pictures in was the same library on campus. All the restaurants she went to were in an hour radius of him, half of them being his usual hangout spots. She lived locally, which thoroughly surprised him. Had he seen her around before? No, definitely not, he would’ve definitely remembered her pretty face. None of the girls that he knew looked like her, and if Eren didn’t know what a woman’s body felt like, he would’ve sworn her body was made of plastic.

Eren was practically an expert at Instagram now, and had plenty of opportunities to follow other beautiful women, but he chose not to. He felt guilty one night as he maneuvered through another pretty girl’s pictures, quickly retreating back to the comfort of his favorite girl’s instead. This was one of the reasons Eren had fought getting online for so long, whenever he found something he liked, he got obsessive.

His attention was drawn back to her naked photos, and he slipped his hand under the fabric of his sweatpants as he began to fuck his fist to her pretty image. All for him, he panted as he imagined what she would look like in front of him, beautiful and begging for his touch.

“Thank you so much,” you smiled graciously at the Starbucks employee in front of you, taking your large iced coffee from his hands.

“No problem, have a great day!”

You tossed your hair behind your shoulder as you turned around, the smile still vibrant on your face. Today was a good day, you decided almost as soon as you woke up. After studying for finals for nearly two weeks straight, you finally had a day off to enjoy yourself. Your best friend, Sasha, had convinced you to go on a small shopping day with her. You eagerly agreed that morning, toothbrush forgotten in between your teeth as your fingers rapidly tapped away to schedule a time. You were running out of sexy outfits for your OnlyFans content, and frankly, you really need some new summer clothes. Spring was drawing to a close, and you couldn’t just wear hoodies and leggings all year round, no matter how much you wanted to.

The mall was about two blocks away from the Starbucks, and as you chugged down your coffee, you slid your phone out of your back pocket of your jeans to see multiple notifications from Instagram. Just more people liking your posts, and some DMs, but you just rolled your eyes. You got tired of explaining on your stories that they were broken, and Instagram had no intent on trying to adjust it so you’d be able to view your messages and reply. You sighed, slipping it back into your pocket as you made your way through the entrance of the shopping mall.

Sasha was seated at a table in the cafeteria near the entrance you had just walked through. She jumped out of her seat, a wide smile on her lips as she strutted up to your form.

“You ate without me?” you pouted, smelling the leftover scent of pizza wash over you.

“Yeah, but don’t worry, I’m still hungry,” Sasha waved her hand. This girl had the fastest metabolism of a person you had ever met, so her statement didn’t really phase you.

“Okay, so, before I spend all my money and forget, we have to go to the lingerie shop,” you stated, stomping your way to the escalators.

“I’m guessing your OnlyFans is doing good?” she asked, knowing just how expensive this certain store was as she lingered behind you.

“Dude, you literally wouldn’t believe it,” you sighed dreamily. “If I had known how much money I’d be making, I would’ve done it way sooner. You should seriously consider making your own.”

“Nah, I’ll just let you have the spotlight on this one,” she snickered as the both of you stepped on the moving staircase. “Are they all creepy old men?”

“No, surprisingly, there’s a few people I have classes with that follow me,” you gossiped. “You know Jean from economics?”

Sasha nodded, eyes widening, “No fucking way, he’s my friend! I’m not that surprised though, he’s always talking to girls and asking for their Instagrams.”

“He’s never even talked to me, right? But he buys every single post I put out! Which is crazy, considering it’d just be cheaper for him to buy the subscription,” you shrugged, stepping off the escalator and walking shortly afterwards into the lingerie store. “That’s what most my viewers do, anyways.”

“Seen anyone else interesting?” Sasha hummed, eyeing the various garments surrounding her in intrigue.

Your eyes honed in on a strappy bright red one piece, “Just a few of his friends, I think. One of them is pretty cute, actually, but he’s only got one picture up.”

“You talking about Eren?”

You nodded, eyes lighting up, “Yeah, do you know him? I’ve never seen him around campus before.”

Sasha was beginning to plot, “Yeah he usually hangs out with Armin and Mikasa, but he goes to a lot of house parties. You know, actually, I think Jean is throwing one soon. He rented a cabin for after finals, you should come!”

“Won’t that be weird?” you scrunched your face, picking up the red one piece and moving onto the next garment that caught your eye. “Like I said, I’ve never even talked to him.”

“Yeah but you know Mikasa and me,” she raised her thumb towards herself. “Eren will be there too.”

“All I said was that I thought he was cute, Sasha,” you laughed her off. “But I’ll think about it. Text me the details and I’ll let you know if I’m free.”

“Something tells me Jean would be very happy to see you there,” Sasha chuckled, you giggling in response to her suggestive comment. The two of you picked through the selection of skimpy clothing, taking it up the cashier to check out.

You walked out of the store together, giggling over small banter. Your trip to the mall was quick after that, and in the end you held a grip full of medium sized paper bags, walking outside the mall with Sasha.

“Oh, hey!” Sasha suddenly quipped, placing her bags on the sidewalk, pulling her phone out of her crossbody bag. “We should take a picture!”

“Sasha I’m not even wearing lipstick,” you half heartedly complained, getting ready to pose next to your best friend.

“Literally, you’re so fucking hot,” she deadpanned, turning her head to look you directly in the eyes. “Shut up and get in, bitch.”

You threw your head back in laughter, leaning in on the left side of her frame, pushing your hair framing your face behind your ear. You smiled widely while Sasha did the same, hearing a soft click of her phone, indicating the photo was taken. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, bringing it out to see a notification stating she had posted it to her story. You’d repost it to your story later after you grabbed food, you decided, the conversation turning to the topic of where the two of you would eat before heading back to your apartment to get drunk in celebration of your semesters ending.

Eren and his two friends sat crowded in Jean’s dorm room bathroom, passing around a blunt. He could hear Connie coughing harshly as it was passed to Eren, the boy taking a deep drag of the backwoods cigarillo. Exhaling slowly, Eren brought his phone out of his hoodie pocket to open it up to change the song playing, his phone instantly opening to Instagram.

Distracted now by his favorite obsession, he glanced at the stories section, her name front in the line, glowing in that now familiar pink and purple circle. Eren couldn’t have tapped faster, and when he did, his mouth hung open.

“Yo,” Eren spoke loudly, shoving his phone in Jean and Connie’s faces. “Sasha knows this girl?”

“Yeah, they’re like best friends,” Connie quirked an eyebrow. “You don’t know her?”

“No, I just saw we had mutual friends,” Eren’s eyebrows knitted together. “How come we’ve never hung out with her before?”

“I don’t know actually,” Jean said, exhaling the blunt after it was passed to him from Eren’s fingertips. “I had a class with her this semester, she seems nice.”

“You’re only saying that because she’s hot,” Connie chuckled. “I bet you’ve never even talked to the girl.”

Jean’s face ignited in a fierce blush as he found interest in the ceiling tiles, “Shut up. It’s harder to talk to girls than it looks. You should know that, Connie.”

“Hey! I talk to girls!” Connie leaned up from his seated position on the floor.

“Idiots,” Eren sighed, rolling his eyes. “Neither of you have any game.”

“Not all of us are as gifted as you are, Eren,” Connie protested, a smirk spreading across his lips. “You could talk to a fucking mouse and it’d figure out someway to talk back.”

Eren rolled his eyes again, harder this time, “You just talk to girls like they’re human beings, it’s not that fucking hard.”

“Oh yeah? Betcha’ won’t be saying that whenever you see that girl around,” Jean teased, finally passing the blunt to Connie in the rotation, Connie muttering something about hogging it.

Eren shifted uncomfortably on the closed toilet seat, “Whatever, Jean.”

“Speak of the fucking devil!” Jean shouted, scaring the very high pair of boys at the suddenness. “Sasha just texted me asking if she can bring her this weekend to the cabin!”

Eren’s heart erupted into a flutter of uneven beats, his face heating up. This girl he had been drooling over was going to be at a party, with him? He suddenly felt like a teenager, the idea of seeing his precious addiction face to face giving him full blown anxiety.

Soft thuds of the bass of the stereo filled the room, catchy pop music drawing Eren out of his stupor to gaze hastily around the room, searching.

“What’s up with you tonight?” Armin had asked him, drawing his attention away once again. “It’s been an hour since the party started and you’ve barely drunk anything.”

Taking note of the full red solo cup in his hand, flickering his gaze between the liquid and his best friend, Eren shrugged and tipped the rim back in his lips, opening his throat and taking large gulps until the cup was empty. “Happy?”

Armin laughed loudly, although only having two strong drinks, his best friend was beginning to feel the numbness of intoxication, “You’re really out of it tonight, everything alright?”

“Yeah I’m fine, just waiting for the smoke sesh so I’m not cross faded,” Eren smirked, lying easily. “Last time I got too drunk and decided to rip Jean’s bong, I woke up in some random front yard with one shoe on.”

Armin shook his head in disbelief, “You really need to start making better life choices, Eren.”

Eren shook the empty solo cup in front of his friend, “I’m trying here.”

Truthfully, the reason Eren wasn’t halfway to getting shit faced was because he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the girl of his dreams. She still hadn’t shown up yet, and Eren was getting anxious that she wasn’t going to show. Sasha and Mikasa hadn’t shown up yet either, which gave him a resemblance of hope that the three of you were together, and on your way currently to the party. His heart thudded heavily in his ribcage as he heard the jingle of the front door turn, and his attention was fully concentrated on the door frame ahead of him. His jaw dropped at the sight, his breath caught in his throat.

You asked Sasha earlier that day what you should wear to the party, and Sasha had just waved and told you whatever you felt looked the best. Not exactly helpful, you had just decided on black ripped jeans and a low cut shirt, paired with your favorite leather jacket and trusty Vans. You felt incredibly undressed as Sasha drove to Mikasa’s house, watching her modelesque frame saunter out her front door towards the back car doors.

“Mikasa, you could make a paper bag look hot,” you showered her with appreciation, her face blushing in response as she tugged her long sleeved body con dress towards her knees. “Fuck, should I have worn a dress? How nice is everyone else dressed?”

Sasha couldn’t have given two fucks about how she dressed in front of her friends, adorned in blue skinny jeans and a causal crop top, although her face was beat to the Gods, “Shut the fuck up, you’re one to talk about making paper bags look good. Besides, knowing the boys they probably made minimal effort, probably all wearing sweatpants.”

The three of you snickered at this, and Sasha pushed the car into drive and set out on your 45 minute journey into the mountains. Nerves hadn’t set in until you were face to face with the cabin door, nervous that the girls’ friends weren’t going to like you. Putting a brave face on, Mikasa grasped the door knob and pushed it open, the three of you gliding in.

Eren honestly had wanted to drop down to his knees and kiss the ground you walked on. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Your eyes were searching, for what neither of you knew, until your eyes had finally landed on him. You smiled politely, moving your hand up in a quick wave to both him and Armin.

Eren couldn’t fathom moving any single part of his body, so awestruck by you. Jean shook Eren out of his dumbstricken state with a hard pat to his shoulder, “Why don’t you go introduce yourself, Eren?”

“Fuck off, horse face,” Eren spat, trying to will himself to either make strides towards you or to break his gaze, neither working. “Why don’t you?”

“I’d love to,” he smiled wickedly, inspired by liquid courage to lock arms with Eren and force him closer to the trio of girls that had finally made their appearance. Armin followed behind, Connie emerging out of the bathroom to give his hello’s to his best friend Sasha and company.

Eren could hear his heart beat in his ears as he stopped right in front of you, forcing his mouth closed in a tight lipped grimace. He felt like a fucking teenager with a crush.

“Hi,” you introduced yourself, smiling widely. “It’s so nice to finally meet you guys!”

“Nice to meet you too!” Armin spoke up, oblivious to his friends’ reaction to the fresh pretty face of yours.

Jean and Connie wouldn’t admit it, but they were feeling their own nervousness. Jean’s out of guilt as he scanned your body top to bottom, Connie’s natural shyness kicking in due to the newcomer. Both were able to overcome it though, and offer up their own introductions. Your eyes landed on Eren once again, tilting your head, waiting for his intro.

“I’m Eren,” he swallowed. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” you looked down, smiling softly. You raised your hand then, looking up at the boys in front of you, revealing a handle of vodka. “I brought a gift with me too!”

“My kinda girl!” Jean spoke just a bit too enthusiastically. “Shots, shots, shots!”

Connie pumped his fist, chiming in, the rest of the party joining as well as the crowd made their way into the kitchen. Eren purposely hung back, trying to keep as close to you as possible.

“You happen to bring any chasers with you?” he had leaned in, tickling the side of your head with his breath.

“No, I totally forgot,” you sheepishly admitted.

“Looks like we’re all gonna get plastered then,” he chuckled smoothly, sending goosebumps down your body.

“Is it really a party then if at least one person doesn’t have their head in a toilet?” you had easily quipped back, feeling more comfortable now that the introductions were out of the way.

Eren hummed in half hearted agreement, feeling slightly more relaxed himself. Besides, his attention was being grasped by the plastic shot glass being shoved in his hand, as well as your dainty one. The group held up the shot glasses, a few phone cameras capturing the moment to post on their stories, and you all swung your heads back to allow the bitter liquid to trickle down your throats. Eren made a mild face, taking a stolen glance at your own to see your grimace, sticking your tongue out in disbelief at the taste.

Another hour had passed by, and Eren was running out of reasons to follow you around the cabin as you shifted between conversations to get to know the group of friends better. You hadn’t really noticed him trailing behind you, nor did you really care because you were very quickly warming up to Eren. It also didn’t hurt that he looked exceptionally better in person. His hair was lazily swung into a half top bun, wearing a couple of gold chains with his white tee tightly hugging his torso, tucked seamlessly into black ripped jeans displaying his muscular knee caps. Eren was definitely a looker, you shifted your gaze up to his face as he made some witty comment to Sasha, his eyes flickering to your face to catch your reaction.

“Oh my god, there was this one time,” Sasha spoke your name. “She had gotten so high during last year’s spring break, and the two of us and Mikasa came up with the brilliant idea of becoming one with nature. So, naturally, we ran to Walmart and bought this tent on clearance. Turns out it was made for kids, so none of us actually fit inside when we got back to Mikasa’s house. Mikasa and I curled up in a ball, surrounded by snacks, and this smart girl over here decided it was the best choice to just lay out on the lawn and pass out.”

“I wanted to watch the sun rise!” you laughed, trying to quickly explain yourself to Eren’s amused smirk. “And the grass was just so nice that night!”

“The grass was basically straw,” Sasha countered teasingly. “Twenty degrees outside, absolutely freezing. She was MIA for like a week afterwards with a cold.”

You shrugged carelessly, “Worth it.”

Now the two of you had sleeping on lawns in common? Eren scoffed inwardly. Yup, it was official, you were his soulmate. Still though, the topic of why you were so casual in person while your naked pictures existed online tickled his thoughts. He was hoping that somehow it’d get brought up naturally in conversation, saving himself the embarrassment if you were to get offended by his questioning. So far it seemed you liked him, not having said a word about him trailing after you like a lost puppy. Jean had been sending him knowing looks all night, Connie shooting two thumbs up at Eren while Armin looked on in confusion.

Mikasa had strolled out of the bathroom finally, joining the trio who stood casually in the living room, simply stating, “I’m starving. You guys think they deliver pizza out here?”

Sasha’s eyes widened in excitement, “I don’t care if it takes an hour to get here. We’re ordering right now.”

Already ahead of the two, your phone was pulled out in your hands to open up the Dominoes app, punching in the location of the party and placing the order online. Eren watched this all, peering over your hands to see the total.

“Guys, we should chip in,” Eren called out, grabbing the boys’ attention. “We’re ordering pizza.”

“No, no!” you protested, confirming the order. “It’s really fine, my treat.”

“But that’s really expensive,” he frowned, the group all joined together in the living room.

“Don’t worry, she’s got that OnlyFans money,” Sasha waved off Eren’s concern.

“OnlyFans?” Armin questioned, darting his eyes in between Sasha and you. “What’s that?”

Jean hid his blushing cheeks and your eyes flickered to him, then back to Armin, “I sell naked pictures online.”

“So what, a bunch of old guys give you money?” Armin had asked innocently, not judgemental in the slightest.

You giggled, relieved he wasn’t asking in a demeaning manner, “Actually, you’d be really surprised about who you know follows me. There’s a lot of people from school.”

Eren’s blood ran cold as he felt a sudden onset of embarrassment. Did that mean you had known this entire time Eren was one of these followers? If you did, you didn’t let on to it, smiling shyly as the questions ended. Eren hadn’t been done with the conversation, but pride from exposing himself in front of his friends kept his mouth shut.

It was around one in the morning when the party was at its peak. Sasha was being held up by her legs by Connie as she did a keg stand, you and the group cheering the girl on in your own drunken hazes. She tapped the large can, indicating she was finished, Connie settling her down on solid ground as she belched loudly.

“That was fucking awesome, Sasha!” you giggled, throwing your arms up and around her. You were definitely feeling the shots you had been feeding yourself all night, holding your red solo cup high above the girl so it wouldn’t slosh on her.

“You should totally try it!” she encouraged devilishly.

You pouted then, taking a moment to consider, “I’ve never done a keg stand before, what if I can’t do it?”

“I’ll help you!” Eren all but pounced on the opportunity, your smile turning into a tipsy giggle. “It’s not that hard, you just keep chugging until you can’t anymore. I’ll hold you, you got this.”

You lightly blushed, nodding your head at the encouragement, bringing a fist to your chest as a salute, “I’ll do it! We gotta’ put on a cool song though, if I’m going to fail miserably I might as well have a good song to do it to.”

Mikasa volunteered, as she was already DJ, having the best music taste out of everyone in the group. She dug her phone out of her pocket, switching over to a ‘Pursuit of Happiness’ remix. Connie whooped at the choice, and everyone began to chant your name as you hovered by the keg, very nervous. Eren then placed his large hand on the small of your back, leaning in to reassure you once again. You gulped, nodding that you were ready to get into position.

“Okay, so you’re going to lean your arms on the top of the can, and I’ll grab your legs. Like when you were a kid and you’d do that stupid wheelbarrel thing,” Eren easily explained, chuckling lightly. “Use your hands to let me know when you’re done.”

You did as you were told, resting your upper body against the keg as Eren hooked his arms around your calves. He couldn’t help but admire how strong your legs felt in his grasp, and how right it felt to finally have some bodily contact. He had been trying to figure out a natural way all night, and he was bubbling over in excitement, the chance had arisen, glorious in the promise of touch.

You placed your lips hesitantly around the tap, opening it up into your mouth, and began to chug. ‘Chug, chug, chug!’ was chanted all around you, even Mikasa joining in on the fun. Fists bumped in the air, and you felt like the coolest fucking person in the world. Doing a keg stand wasn’t exactly in your goals list, but fuck did it feel like it should’ve been as your ego inflated.

“That’s it, you’re doing great!” Eren’s thumbs brushed the inside of your knees, leaning in to whisper. “Good girl.”

You sputtered around the tap, choking harshly. You removed your mouth quickly to gasp for air, and the tap shot up all over your shirt, jacket long forgotten resting on the sofa in the living room. Eren moved your legs down to the floor quickly seeing this, and wrapped his arm around your waist to steady you as your arm shot out to grab onto something, in this case his other arm.

“You alright?” Jean asked, a look of concern washing over his features as you finally got some air into your lungs.

“Yeah,” you coughed again, blushing in embarrassment. “I definitely made a mess though.”

“I brought some extra clothes with me,” Eren offered quickly. “One of these idiots always manages to somehow spill something within the first hour of drinking. I’ll show you where my bag is at.”

You smiled in appreciation, biting your tongue to accuse him of purposely throwing you off your game with his little praise that had your knees buckling. He unwound his arm, taking your hand and leading you to the staircase by the entryway, your smaller form following behind him as he thudded up the stairs. Three doors greeted you at the top, and he led you into the master bedroom, plainly decorated and lacking personal belongings. You watched as he chucked a duffle bag onto the mattress, unzipping it and going through his clothes. He found a sweatshirt, smirking inwardly as it had been one of his old sports ones with his last name embroidered on the back. Proud he could provide a claim to you, he extended it to you, and you gladly accepted it.

“Well, you did really well in the beginning there,” he chuckled, whisking his stray baby hairs behind his ear. “Sucks about the shirt though. The first time I tried to do a keg stand, I barfed everywhere.”

You laughed lightly, fingering the hem of your shirt, “I guess it could’ve been a lot worse. Still, at least I can check this off my bucket list.”

Eren’s eyebrows shot into his hairline as you lifted your shirt to reveal your bare stomach, and he whisked his body completely around so you didn’t see his reddened cheeks, “You could’ve asked me to leave.”

Behind him, you let a mischievous smirk cross your lips, “Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

Eren’s mouth fell open at your bold statement, letting his words leave before he could stop them, “You know?”

“Of course,” you discarded the sodden shirt to the floor, sitting on the bed instead of tossing the sweatshirt on. “You’re my favorite viewer.”

He caught your movement in the corner of his eye, and he turned his head to take in the sight. Fuck, you were even more beautiful in person. Your bra was white and pretty and dainty, pushing your tits together, accentuating cleavage that Eren wanted to bury his face in. His gaze moved up to your face, smiling so innocently at him as he let out a dark chuckle, “Is that so?”

You hummed, leaning back to expose your form a bit more, feeling confident from the alcohol, “You like every one of my pictures, you buy all my content, you’re pretty cute, of course you’re my favorite.”

Eren’s ego soared as he turned his body completely towards you, taking a small step forward, “You’re just so beautiful, how could I not? I do have to ask this though, how come you never answered any of my messages?”

“Oh, my DMs are broken. Instagram doesn’t let me view them or respond,” you explained easily. “You know, you could’ve hit me up on OnlyFans, I definitely would have answered you.”

A blush crept up on Eren again as he averted his gaze to the floor, “I didn’t think about that.”

You giggled softly, “What’d you send me anyways?”

“I asked you out on a date,” he admitted, growing more nervous. “Told you that you were really pretty. Y’know, stuff you probably get all the time.”

“Most of my messages are from guys trying to take me out drinking and to get a quick fuck,” you scoffed. “Y’know, if the offer is still on the table, I’d really like to take you up on it.”

“Really?” Eren’s eyes met yours in surprise, you watched his Adam’s apple bob along his throat as he gulped. “You’d want to go out with me?”

“Yeah, who else is going to hold me up when I try to do a keg stand again?” you smiled sheepishly, batting your eyelashes. Eren’s hands twitched at his sides, fuck, you were so pretty.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked seriously, his gaze hardening as he felt a wave of possessiveness. In his mind, you were already his girlfriend. You had accepted his date, and he’d be damned if he didn’t try to push his luck further.

Eren had never felt the way he feels right now. He took immediate notice of your blushing cheeks, your confident lean turn into a shy arch as you pushed your body into a hunched over seating position. Eren had experience with girls, that everyone knew as a fact, he was very far from being a virgin. You made him feel like a fucking virgin, heart beating wildly in his chest. All he wanted to do was to grab you and hide you away for his own greedy pleasure, the darkest parts of his mind tickled by the thought. He had laid a claim to you way before he had ever met you, and he wouldn’t let you escape now that he had you here, alone.

You didn’t answer his request, you pushed yourself off the mattress and met his staggering stance halfway. Unknown to his wicked thoughts, his past month of obsessing of you, you leaned up, gently brushing your lips against his. No one had ever asked you this simple question before, instead just taking the action as if they had owned you, and you thought to yourself that you could really love this boy who presented himself so innocently to you.

The soft placement of your lips to his was not enough, and Eren buried his mouth with your own, moving both of his hands to cup your face. He could feel your jaw beneath the pads of his fingertips as you attempted to meet his pace, sensual and passionate. The need for air forgotten for the both of you, sucking in deeply through your noses as the space continued to close between your bodies.

“Gonna take you someplace real nice,” muttered Eren as he pulled away slightly to gaze his half lidded eyes on your fluttering eyelashes, your gaze now hidden from him. “I know you like that one place in the city, I saw your little post of you wearing that tight dress. You looked so fucking pretty.”

Tingles shivered up your bones, a sharp intake of breath as you fluttered your eyes open to take in his deep lustful expression, “I’ll wear it for you, if you want.”

“Wear my necklace too.”

You pulled away completely this time, baffled, “Your necklace?”

“The one with the ‘E’ on it,” he breathed, moving forward to accommodate the sudden distance, his lips meeting the corner of your mouth. You realized then what he was referring to, a small smirk uplifting his kiss. You wouldn’t tell him though that the necklace in question was just some random trinket with no meaning you had purchased, or that you hadn’t even recognized the pretty cursive as a letter. You figured out very quickly Eren’s little crush was a bit more involved than just him attached to your hip at this party. No, it was way deeper than that. All of the likes, the money, the new information of messages made sense to you. Eren had believed you were his, and he had sought out confirmation all night to prove it.

“Okay,” you played along to his fantasy, an expert since it was your job online already to provide this to your viewers. “What else do you want me to wear?”

“There’s this one set of lingerie,” Eren was the one to pull back now, letting his teal eyes trail downwards to your chest, displeased by the lack of skin shown to him in that instance. “The black lacy one, fuck, wear that. You look so fucking sexy in that.”

“You don’t like when I wear white?” you pouted, bringing your hands to rest against the peak of your breasts, framing them like a picture.

“I like anything you wear,” a smirk crossed his features, eyes locked in on your tits. “Or what you don’t wear.”

You were met with two choices then. One, kiss Eren and get dressed and save yourself for your date, or two, fulfill his now present fantasy of his that was beginning to morph into your own. You mentally battled the decision in your mind, feeling the desire curl in your stomach at each option. If you were to give in now, Eren might not want to continue to chase after you, the promise of an actual date forgotten. Not to mention the party of people down stairs, the thud of music softened behind the closed door of the bedroom indicating it was still in full swing. Eren saw your hesitation, and let his hands travel to your elbows comfortingly.

“I know we technically just met,” he started, eyes now locked in on yours in genuine honesty. “But I really like you. You’re all I’ve thought about for the past month, so if you don’t feel comfortable going any further, that’s okay, I’ll wait. I’ve waited this long.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” you bit your lip as you watched his teal orbs flicker to your mouth. “It’s just — oh God, this is embarrassing to talk about so soon.”

“Shh, it’s okay, I won’t judge,” he cooed, bringing just a hand up to soothe over your cheek.

“I’m not exactly quiet,” you admitted, gesturing towards the floor. “I don’t really want to be the girl who fucks someone at the first party they show up to.”

Eren hadn’t predicted you to be loud in his fantasies, but he was really wishing he had. He held back a groan at your confession, images of what could be filling his dirty mind, “Fuck, okay, no problem. I don’t have any condoms with me anyways.”

“Actually,” you drawled. “I’m on the pill, so as far as that goes, that doesn’t really matter. I’m clean too, I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

Boxes were being ticked quickly off of Eren’s checklist, and he let his jaw hang open, “I’m clean too, I don’t fuck anyone without a condom, to be honest.”

I’m going to fuck her raw, is all that was going through his mind. Treat her so good, take her out wearing her pretty little dress and treat her like a fucking princess.

“Please tell me you’re free tomorrow,” Eren pleaded. “I’ll take us fucking anywhere you want.”

“I am, actually,” you batted your eyelashes.

“Cool,” he muttered, beginning to feel drawn into your lips again. As you began to lean back in, a sharp knock sounded at the door.

“Hey! Everything alright?” you both froze, recognizing the voice as Armin’s. Of course he’d be the only one to dare interrupt, and the party below had discouraged him. Eren had taken you upstairs, and while they were all aware of the possibility of the two of you would be hooking up, Armin was more concerned that one or both of you had gotten sick and were in need of help.

“Yeah, we’re fine! Be out in a second!” Eren shouted, feeling suddenly frazzled from the intense interaction between you two. If Armin had opened the door, seeing the two of you locked in together so closely, making out feverishly, it would be completely mortifying. Especially since it wouldn’t be the first time Armin had accidentally seen his best friend in a suggestive situation.

You pecked his lips quickly then, breaking out of his embrace to throw his sweatshirt over your head. Eren was counting backwards in his head to rid himself of the half erection in his pants, nearly impossible as he thought about how pretty you looked in his clothing.

“C’mon,” you tugged at his hand, urging him to follow you back downstairs. “We have a pizza to eat and friends to convince that we definitely didn’t just fuck for ten minutes.”

The group hadn’t made a single comment when you two rejoined the party, only just knowing smirks from Jean and Connie to Eren. Sasha had wiggled her eyebrows at you, and you quickly pulled her and Mikasa into the bathroom to recap what had just occurred upstairs. The girls clapped drunkenly at your news of a date, incredibly excited that their best friend was finally going out with a boy. The night had ended around three in the morning, bodies scattered throughout the house to pass out wherever they pleased. Eren had continued to stay by you the rest of the night, this time, not shy at all as he stole touches to your back. And when it came time to pass out, you felt smugness as he rested his head on your back while you laid on your side on the same bed upstairs, his arm thrown tightly around your waist. Sasha curled up in front of you, your own head snuggling into her shoulder as the room spun you into a deep slumber.

You sat at a vanity in your apartment bedroom the next evening, applying various makeups to your face. Mikasa had awoken you and Sasha pretty early the next morning, wanting to go home so she could get ready for her job. Eren snored quietly behind you as you tried your best to maneuver out of his grasp, and the three of you cleaned up the cups and plates scattered around the house as a thank you to Jean for the invitation. Sasha had driven you all the way back to your place when you realized you were still wearing Eren’s hoodie, and you smirked. Now he definitely had a reason to get you on this date tonight, you had something that belonged to him.

When Eren had woken up, he truly believed for a few minutes that you had just been a dream. Pictures and videos posted all over Instagram had shown him differently though, the two of you leaning against each other on the leather couch smiling drunkenly on Armin’s story had his heart pounding. His arm was around your shoulders, your head was tilted in the crook of his neck, and then Eren remembered that he was going to see you again tonight. He took a screenshot before the story moved on to a video of the group in a heated discussion about music tastes, a quiet chuckle made its way out of his throat as he recounted memories that would become very fond to him.

He had posted the picture then to his Instagram, a few others followed after that included him and his other friends. Eren tagged all of the people, but most importantly, the picture of the two of you was the first in the line up of the photo set. A few messages hit his inbox after he hit the post button, some classmates asking if you were his girlfriend, because you were wearing his sweatshirt in the photo. He decided to not respond, because as much as he wanted to tell them yes, he knew he’d be jumping the gun. His heart raced as a notification popped up — you had liked the picture, and added a comment, ‘last night was a movie’ with a kiss emoji. When he refreshed the page, your lit up story showed him that you had even reposted his photo set. His ego soared, his affections no longer one sided, and he couldn’t fucking wait to take you out later and show you the best time he could.

Eren had gotten your phone number from Sasha not long before your date, asking for your address and trying to pick out a time to head out to dinner. You tapped a response quickly, and looked at the clock to gauge how much time you’d need to be fully ready. That had been about three hours ago, your body had been scrubbed and shaved, hair curled prettily down your back as you added the final touches of lipstick to your lips. The dress Eren had talked about was laid out on your perfectly made bed, a pretty satin champagne colored fabric, and your apartment was fairly clean, fully expecting his company after the date of all went well. You dressed yourself easily, slipping on black heels when you heard the chime of your phone, letting you know Eren was awaiting you outside.

When the elevator doors chimed open as you walked into your lobby, you saw from the entrance doors Eren leaned back casually against the Uber he had offered to pay for. His attention immediately focused on your form as you exited your building, his gaze flickered all over your body.

“You look incredible,” Eren easily complimented, pushing himself up to stand straight. He leaned in to kiss your blushing cheek as you muttered a quiet ‘thank you’, and he pulled the door handle of the sleek black car, ushering you inside. He slammed it closed after you had positioned yourself comfortably, giving the driver a soft greeting as Eren circled around the back, getting in on the opposite side. The directions were already plugged into the driver’s GPS, and it took less than twenty minutes to get to the restaurant in question.

This gave you enough time to take in Eren’s appearance, and damn if you wouldn’t have allowed yourself to do so, the sight practically mouth watering. His hair hung low in a messy bun, a few complementary strands hanging out to frame his sharp jawline. His torso was adorned in a sheer white long sleeve button up, a small portion of his chest revealed as he had left the top buttons alone, chains hanging against his collarbones, silver in color this time. Black slacks that tightened around his thighs and calves had you biting your lip in appreciation, his legs spread as he took up space in the backseat.

“Staring isn’t very polite,” he had leaned in, taking notice of your devouring gaze.

“Stop dressing like a whore and maybe I won’t stare,” you teased back, chuckling quietly when he swatted your exposed thigh lightly. He kept his hand there for the rest of the drive, enjoying the comfortable silence as the quiet hum of the radio filled in the gaps.

When the Uber had slowed to a stop outside of the fancy restaurant Eren had insisted taking you to, he swung the door open before you had a chance to reach for the handle on your side. He raced to the other side of the car, pulling open the door and extending his hand out for you to grasp onto. You circled your fingers around his palm, and he tightened his grasp as you swung your legs over the flooring, and stood before him. The two of you thanked the driver, and he sped away shortly after. Hand still locked in with yours, Eren led the way inside the opened doors of the restaurant. Inside, a hostess wearing a very classy black uniform greeted the two of you.

“Reservation for Eren,” he spoke smoothly, and your eyes widened in surprise, expecting to have sat and waited for at least a half an hour before you had been seated.

“Right this way,” she smiled politely, two menus in her hands as she welcomed you into the dining area. You followed behind Eren, realizing that this place must’ve been a lot more expensive than you originally had gauged. All the guests appeared in their very best formal attire, and the chatter was soft as the beautiful notes of a piano resounded throughout the space. While you couldn’t pinpoint exactly where the music was coming from, you had a strong feeling that there was a physical player somewhere in the midst, it sounded so clear and professional. When the hostess had sat you down in a booth secluded against the furthest set wall, she smiled politely once more and informed you that the waiter would be with you soon.

“Eren,” you hissed as you sat opposite of his smirking form. “This place is stupid fancy!”

“Don’t worry about it,” he waved easily. “I got it, I promise.”

“How are you able to afford this? I’ve got a little bit of money and even I couldn’t go some place this nice,” you questioned, feeling a small pang of guilt. He was going to go broke trying to treat you to a very nice, albeit expensive, meal.

“My dad is a doctor,” he shrugged, picking up the menu and eyeing over their drink selection. “He sends me money whenever I come around and help around his office.”

“Following in the family footsteps?” you tried at the conversation, realizing you virtually knew nothing about the boy in front of you.

“Nah, I’m more into the business side of things,” he smiled up at you then, showing off his pearly white teeth. “What about you? What are you majoring in?”

You spoke of your major, Eren carefully listening in of your passions and your goals for your future ahead. He was pleased to hear that you were ambitious, smiling as he was enamored by your speech. Not that he minded a single bit about your online job, but to hear that you had a legitimate career goal soothed his worries.

A finely dressed waiter greeted you shortly, introducing himself and taking the both of your orders in one go, and stole away the menus. The rest of the date flew by quickly, tipsy from your cocktails and full of giggles as the two of you got to know one another. Although Eren was already knowledgeable about a number of your likes and dislikes and personality quirks due to Instagram, you had the undisguisable pleasure of learning his right then and there.

“So,” you leaned your elbows onto the table, resting your chin atop of your closed fists. “Tell me, how many girls have you taken here before?”

“Not a single one,” he chuckled lowly, passing the black booklet encasing his credit card as the waiter stopped at the table. “This is actually my first time taking anyone out somewhere so fancy. Usually I just hang out at the more lowkey spots around campus.”

“I would’ve been totally okay with going somewhere like that instead,” you frowned, that same guilt flooding back to your stomach. Eren hadn’t even let you see the bill before he had given it away, so you were completely ignorant as far as how far the total rang up. “You really didn’t have to take me out to such an expensive place.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, smirking as he did so, “Had to take my favorite girl somewhere nice, show you off in that gorgeous dress of yours.”

You blushed, moving your fists to hold your cheeks to try and contain the heat, “Fine, but next time, I want to see one of these ‘lowkey spots’.”

“Next time, huh?” Eren mused cockily.

“Yes, I guess I had a really great time tonight, consider yourself honored,” you giggled half heartedly.

“Oh believe me, I do.”

Eren had walked you to the front door of your apartment like the gentleman he was. Really, he was just trying to procrastinate leaving you, not wanting the night to be over with quite yet. Luckily, you were on the exact same page as he stood awkwardly behind you while you unlocked your front door.

You turned, an eyebrow raised, “Well? Are you coming in or what?”

“Say less,” he sighed in relief, following your sauntering frame inside your apartment. He was initially impressed as you flicked the light switch on the wall up, illuminating your precious space. Very clean and organized, he felt a pang of jealousy, knowing his own dorm room was scattered with clothes and empty water bottles. If he had only seen what your living space looked like before you had straightened up, he might have felt better about himself.

“I have some róse in the fridge,” you offered, making your way to the kitchen. “Would you like a glass?”

“No lie, that’s literally my favorite wine,” Eren groaned. “How are you this perfect?”

You laughed loudly, grabbing two wine glasses from your cabinet, opening your fridge and retrieving the bottle. Filling the glasses generously, you left the bottle on your kitchen counter and turned around, Eren a lot closer than where you had left him a moment ago. You extended his cup, which he graciously took and sipped. You mirrored him, gulping down your own mouthful.

“Y’know,” he started, gazing around your kitchen space. “For all that talk of mimosas in your Instagram bio, I really expected there to be a lot more pictures of you drinking them.”

You chuckled once again, “Believe me, I have plenty of orange juice, vodka, and champagne here. We had such a classy dinner, I thought I’d try and match it with some wine. Besides, vodka brings out the worst in me.”

“Ah, lady in the streets, freak in the sheets,” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You rolled your eyes, swatting his bicep harmlessly. “I get what you’re about at brunch with the girls.”

“If I had a nickel for every time Mikasa had to peel me and Sasha off the pavement after mimosas and scones, I’d be fucking rich,” you giggled once again, raising the glass to your lips.

“I’m really surprised we hadn’t met each other before last night, especially because Mikasa and I have been best friends since we were little,” Eren raised an eyebrow. “She’s basically my sister, and never once did she say anything about you, I only met Sasha because Connie’s attached to her hip and they share the same brain cell.”

“If it makes you feel better, I only knew Jean existed because we had a class together this semester,” you shrugged, purposefully leaving out the part where he consumed your content almost as much as Eren did.

“And of course me,” Eren smirked cheekily. “Because I’m your favorite viewer, like you said.”

“Don’t make me regret telling you that,” you pointed your glass towards him in a fake threat.

“It’s okay, you’re my favorite girl, so it evens itself out,” Eren placed his half drunk glass on the counter top, his gaze much more seductive. “Besides, you wore my necklace like I asked, I gotta tease you a little bit.”

“I wore pretty much everything you wanted me to,” you smirked, copying his actions and settling your own cup down.

“Did you now?” he took long strides to stand in front of you, toying with the necklace that he had laid claim over.

“I can show you, if you want to see,” you leaned up with full intentions of capturing his kiss.

“There’s nothing else I would rather do, pretty girl,” Eren cooed, licking his lips before meeting you in the middle. His arms circled around your waist, your hands wrapped around his shoulders as the pace started out slowly. Gentle was not what either of you wanted though, the desperation seeping in fast as his fingers explored your sides.

“Bedroom,” you gasped as he removed his lips and attached them to your jaw. He had no qualms of fucking you right out here in the kitchen, so he made no effort to move. Realizing you had to take the reins, you moved backwards from Eren, smirking as he groaned from the sudden distance. His eyes followed you predatorily as he began to chase after you, your back meeting the wooden paneling of your bedroom door. He attempted to recapture your mouth, but your hand was faster in turning the door knob, and you began to lead him back until your mattress met the backs of your knees.

“Want you to show me what you’re wearing under that dress,” Eren demanded, playing with the short hem that rested on your thighs.

You nodded, giving him the silent okay to take off the fabric encompassing your frame. You turned so your back faced him, moving your hair out of the way so he could unzip the back. His eyes followed as he fingered the silver zipper, agonizingly teasing himself as more and more was revealed to him. Seeing the straps of the black lace he had requested drunkenly the night before, his patience snapped as he pulled the metal piece down faster. You slid the tiny straps off your shoulders at the sweet feeling of release, and Eren’s dick was rock fucking solid as it pooled around your feet, you kicked the silky fabric to the side and faced him once more.

“You’re wearing everything I told you to,” he stated, drinking in the sight of your scantily clad body. “Good girl.”

You bit back an embarrassing moan at his praise, feeling the heat pool between your thighs. It came as such a shock to you to be so reactive to his words, and it came slamming into you that maybe you weren’t as vanilla as you had previously believed. You had a kink! It all made so much sense, why you felt such pride and arousal from complete strangers giving you their attention and compliments online. You yearned for it, craved the affections, and now that Eren stood in front of you, more than willing to shower you with pretty words, all the moisture in your mouth dried up. You wanted him so fucking bad.

Eren’s hands met the naked skin of your waist as his palms etched over your soft stomach. They met in the middle of your back, leaning your back onto the mattress as he climbed on top of you, a single hand coming up to work on discarding his button up. You rushed to help, pads of your fingers working the buttons open until he revealed his bare chest, his chains hanging above you. He worked his arms out quickly, tossing the fabric onto the floor. He brought his lips to yours, this kiss much more desperate and needy than the previous ones. His hands explored every inch of your body, the tops of your thighs to the swell of your breasts. He tugged on the soft lace at the top, slowly bringing the black fabric down to expose the complete fullness of your breasts. A sight familiar yet somehow new made Eren groan, the pads of his thumbs brushing against your pretty nipples, instantly hardening them.

You moaned lightly, throwing your head back and arching your back into his touch. How many times had Eren pictured you just like this?

“I fucked my fist so many fucking times thinking about you,” he confessed as he pressed slow open mouthed kisses to your collarbone. “You have no idea what your pictures did to me, no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

He leaned his bottom half forward, pressing his thick clothed erection into the meat of your thigh. You let out a whimper, head foggy as his words made your pussy clench around nothing.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he licked a stripe up your neck, leaving a wet saliva trail as he wrapped his lips around where he could feel your pulse the strongest. “My pretty girl.”

While Eren wanted to talk about what you did to him, all you could think about was what he was doing to you. The want and need that coursed through your veins was like a drug, you could feel him worming his way into your bloodstream, straight to the center of your heart and out to the warmest parts of your body. And you felt like an addict in that moment too, and every moment you would spend with Eren there after. You could feel his kisses as if he was underneath your skin, his entire body pressed against yours. So, so close, yet not close enough.

“Take off your pants,” you demanded shakily, placing your hands at the button of his slacks. He seemed to be on the same page of you yet again, and he followed his instructions without delay. He kicked out of the tight pants with ease, and you were more than pleased to see he had rid himself of his boxers too when you heard the thick slap of his cock meeting his stomach.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, eyes widened. “Eren, that’s not going to fit.”

“Don’t worry,” he soothed your hair back from your face, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. “I’ll make sure you’re nice and wet for me.”

He started to move south, licking and giving attention to your right nipple as he did so. While the idea of him giving you thorough attention was erotic, you really wanted to please him for your first time together, unknown to you as Eren had thought the exact same thing, wanting to make you feel so good you’d come crawling back to him for more.

You pushed yourself up into a seating position, Eren’s eyes flickering in confusion as you stood up. This look didn’t last for long as you switched positions, pushing his torso onto the bed as you rested atop of him, feet placed firmly on the ground. His mouth hung open in disbelief as you began to return his assault on his neck, sucking and kissing and even biting along the columns. He let out a shaky groan, unable to hold it back as your hands traveled down his chest to his abdomen, feeling over the muscles there.

“What’re you doing, princess?” Eren questioned teasingly, not trying to get his hopes up on what your plan seemed to be.

“Wanna’ make you feel good,” your eyes flickered up to meet the dark green of his eyes, watching as his pupils expanded as the realization hit him like a brick.

“Fuck, okay,” Eren subconsciously widened his thighs then, bringing himself up to lean on his elbows as your kisses followed shortly behind the trail of your fingers.

Your mouth met the defined muscle of his stomach, and your eyes drifted up to catch Eren’s reaction as you neared closer to his aching cock. His eyes were hardened on you, brows knitted together, he almost looked angry. You kitten licked above his navel, and knew the anger was superficial as he threw his head back, letting out a quiet groan. You leaned your body in closer, pushing your exposed chest against his length. He whipped his head forward again at the contact, his lips opened as he inhaled shaky breaths.

Part of you had kind of wanted to hear Eren beg for your mouth, but the thought had quickly left your head as he entangled his fingers into the back of your scalp, massaging gently as he did so. Without a moment of hesitation, you lowered your face so you were eye to eye with his thick shaft. Honestly, you really hadn’t expected Eren to be this big. You had caught a glimpse of his half erect member tenting in his pants the night before, but as it stood to full attention, you were very much intimidated by the sheer size. You gulped, putting on a brace face as you continued on.

The sound of Eren’s groans growing louder as you licked a bold stripe from the bottom of his base to the tip of his head had stirred your cunt deeply. You were on your knees now, feet tucked up under you when you felt the wet patch of your panties touch the back of your heels. You licked a few more times, your right hand trailing down from his stomach to grip him more upright. You pulled all the saliva in your mouth onto your tongue, and wrapped your lips around his tip while your hand secured a purposeful grip at his base. You started slow, only sucking in your cheeks and moving your tongue along the underside of his head, pumping him at the same pace. You could feel beads of spit meet your knuckles, circling your tongue around the entirety of his fat mushroom tip. You smoothly licked along his slit, collecting his gushing precum and tasting the salty liquid.

Meanwhile as you had just started your worship of his cock, Eren was watching you in disbelief as your eyelashes fluttered along your cheeks, mouth prepping yourself to take in his full length. He had pulled himself into a sitting position now to provide you the best angle he could. He was in complete awe, furrowing eyebrows and his mouth hanging open, he knew in that moment there was absolutely no point of return. He would follow you from here on out, whether it be online or in reality, wherever you would go. Soulmates, he reminded himself while he collected your hair into his fist and away from your mouth. You were his fucking soulmate.

You pressed your knees upward, eyes opening. Eren’s pupils were blown out, his breathing irregular, and you wanted to watch him completely unfold as you angled your head to drop lower onto his shaft, hand working just a little faster.

“Fuck —“ he stuttered, eyes blazing into yours. “That’s it, take all of me, you’re such a good girl.”

You moaned lightly at his praise once again, and Eren’s cock hit the back of your throat. You pulled your lips up slowly, tongue caressing the underside of his member the entire time, and quickly brought your unoccupied hand into a fist. This was the first time you would be trying out this trick, reading it in a magazine since your gag reflex was very strong and this helped soothe the impulse. Eren was not prepared in the slightest as you removed the hand gripping him, letting his dick fall forward a bit more. You took a deep breathe through your nose, spit coating his entire cock now, and pushed your mouth fast back down his shaft.

Eren let out a strangled gasp when your nose brushed against his pelvis, “Holy fucking — fuck. Shit, yeah, just like that. You look so fucking pretty right now.”

Tears were threatening the spill over your lash line and you bobbed your head furiously, taking in as much as you could before you gagged. You stared up at him the entire time, watching his face screw together as you lapped and sucked his cock. Your jaw was aching already from his size, minding your teeth placement as you quickened your pace. You returned your hand to wrap and pump whatever your mouth wasn’t able to reach as you set yourself into a more comfortable pattern. Your other hand cupped his balls, swirling them softly in your palms.

Eren’s fingers yanked you back, his dick falling out of your lips in a soft pop, as you looked up in confusion, “Gonna’ stop you there baby, gonna’ make me cum.”

His hand in your hair guided you back up to his lips, and Eren could taste himself as his tongue pushed through your swollen mouth to enter yours. You moaned into the kiss, so sloppy and messy, you took no notice of Eren’s hands wiping away the leftover dribble on your chin. He yanked you back, a bit rougher this time, and you panted, rubbing your thighs together at the force. He eyed you up, your beautiful tits still on display, the fabric of your lace bra folded underneath them.

“Get naked for me, princess,” he cooed, untangling his fingers from your scalp. You did as you were told, practically ripping the lace set off your body as you soon stood stark naked in front of Eren. He pushed his legs up, joining you. You felt very small then as he towered above you, playing with the tips of your hair, he guided you around until you were forced to lay yourself flat on your back on the mattress once again.

Eren caressed your shins as he stood tall in front of you, never breaking eye contact. You could still see the glistening of your saliva on his cock, and heat continued to pool in between your thighs in anticipation of his next move.

“Look at you,” he whispered, wrapping his fingers on the tops of your bent knees, legs closed together. “So pretty, it almost hurts to look at you.”

His darkened eyes shot down, drinking you all in before settling on your closed legs. With his hands, he gently forced them to part, and he let out a quiet moan at the sight in front of him. Dripping in arousal, almost sparkling and shining like the gem you were, your pussy spread open for him, begging for his attention. His gaze darted up back to your face, trying not to get too carried away as he admired your beautiful body.

Eren let out a dark chuckle, stroking his hands to the meat of your thighs, “You have no idea the things I have planned for us, princess.”

You whimpered, unable to voice a single word. His right hand moved towards your center, and you gasped sharply as he gently grazed your folds with the lightest of touches. His thumb landed a hair above your clit, and you squirmed, desperate now. He circled so slowly on your pearl, gazing on with an inflated ego. Eren wanted you to beg for him, to tell you all about those ideas he had going on in his head while he fucked his fingers into you.

He decided to go easy on you though, you had plenty of time ahead of you to learn exactly what he wanted when it came to the bedroom, he cooed, “I’m gonna’ show you off, just like you deserve. Gonna’ buy you pretty things, treat you like the fucking princess you are — gonna’ be my pretty girl.”

“Please, Eren,” you whimpered, attempting to push your pelvis into his hand, failing miserably as his other one gripped your thigh in place. “I need you.”

“Tell me exactly what you need, baby,” Eren smirked.

“Everything,” you breathed out. “I want you to keep calling me pretty, wan’ you to fuck me.”

“We’ll get to that part soon,” he paused, lowering his head to your inner thigh, getting to his knees on the floor. “Just need to make you feel good first, pretty girl.”

Eren licked a bold stripe up your pussy as you mewled, feeling a shred of relief as the tip of his tongue circled your clit. You felt a bead of saliva, probably mixed in with your own arousal, travel down the seam of your ass. Eren was starving, and you tasted so delicious, a sweet tart flavor exploding across his taste buds. He flattened his tongue, and looked up to watch your gorgeous face as his lips engulfed your clit.

You threw your head back, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you attached your hands to your breasts, pulling and tugging on your nipples. He positioned his hands to the back of your thighs then, somehow managing to spread you open even more. The sounds he made in between your folds were wet and sloppy, and he rubbed small circles with the pads of his thumbs into the creases where your legs met your ass.

He never broke away from your face, watching everything unfold before him. Now that you were free from his solidifying grip, your hips were rolling. He watched your ribs expand and fall as you moaned unabashedly, rubbing your cunt into his mouth. Eren had never seen a more beautiful sight, and suddenly, it wasn’t enough to satisfy him. His right hand itched closer to your opening, and you trembled at the prodding of his index fingers. His tongue flopped around sloppily, slurping your bud in between his lips as he entered you slowly, cock pulsing at the feeling of your slick velvety walls greeting his finger.

Here he was, on his knees before you, eyes heavy and swirling because of you. You arched your back as he pumped the single digit in you slowly at first. He felt the tight clench of your walls as his tongue flicked at a certain angle, pleased that he had discovered very quickly how he was going to get you to cum. Eren was impatient, and as much as he wanted to stay between the heat of your thighs for hours if you’d let him, he really needed that orgasm from you. The tip of his pointer finger left you briefly, and you whimpered at the sudden loss, quickly becoming breathless and he slammed it right back in alongside his middle finger. They curled inside of you, brushing right against the soft spongy wall that was your g-spot. You were gushing for him, the sloppy noises of his assaults resounding around the bedroom.

“Fuck, fuck,” you panted, feeling your breasts bounce as he fucked his fingers into you at an alarming pace, tongue following the pattern eagerly. “Oh my god, I’m so close, Eren, I’m gonna’ cum.”

He pulled his mouth back momentarily, voice husky and pleading as he told you, “Cum for me, baby.”

You slammed your hips down onto his knuckles, feeling the underside of his palm and your slick. He had been reduced to curling and angling his fingers inside of you, watching in adoration and awe as you bounced yourself on his fingers, rubbing your pretty pussy against his mouth. Eren had just become a bystander at this point, he was pretty much forced to be stilled as you used his mouth and hands so greedily, feeling an unfamiliar swell in your cunt.

And when your back arched, and your walls clenched so fiercely tight around his drenched fingers, Eren found his forever love. He’d do anything, be anyone, whatever the fuck that was asked of him, to see this sight for the rest of his life. You were vibrating, legs shaking so strongly, Eren had to mentally catch up when he felt a gush of hot liquid soak him. He shifted his gaze down in shock, and holy shit, you were squirting.

You swore you had never orgasmed like this before, it was more than stars you were seeing behind your closed eyelids. It was pure black, absolute nothingness as your brain short circuited. It was like your pussy was taking a deep breath, because when the onset of contractions hit you, you thought you were going to pass out. And poor Eren, who stared dumbly in front of him at how intense your muscles were flexing, was already so deeply in love with you and was confessing his eternal devotion to you in his mind.

When your cunt had settled down, and your hips relented in pushing yourself against Eren’s face and hands, you let out a low moan as he slid his drenched fingers out of you. He stared at his hand, shining with your cum, and flickered his gaze up to you.

“I’m going to fucking marry you,” he growled. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”

You let out an exhausted laugh, “Would you believe me if I told you that was the first time I’ve ever squirted?”

“I’m buying you a goddamn ring tomorrow,” he placed a kiss to your inner thigh, moving his body up to hover above you. Eren’s hands wrapped around your thighs once again, propping your knees to your chest. He saw the slight trace of fear in your eyes, and he paused, “You okay?”

“It’s just,” you gazed at the point between your bodies. “Are you gonna’ fit?”

Eren leaned forward, feeling slightly relieved, his face still dripping in your essence, and he placed a sweet, romantic kiss to your lips, pulling away to murmur, “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You nodded your head, letting the worry roll off your body as one of his hands caressed your cheek, never breaking eye contact with him. The other hand reached in between your centers, grabbing his throbbing cock and sliding himself along your pussy. He was soon coated in your juices, and both of you were letting out quiet moans. As he sunk his tip into your entrance though, you were gasping loudly.

Eren really had wanted to be gentle, he had no intentions whatsoever of hurting you, but he had realized very quickly that you were going to be the one to set the pace in the relationship. Because as soon as half of his shaft was anchored in your heat, your hips slammed upwards to engulf his entire length. He bit back a yelp at the suddenness, fisting the sheets by your waist in a tight grip. If Eren didn’t feel like a virgin before, he sure as fuck did now.

You didn’t realize just how prepped that orgasm had made you, or how sensitive. What you had believed would’ve been pain was insurmountable and mind blowing pleasure, and you smiled in pride as Eren’s jaw fell open. You felt his hands fall from the underside of your thighs, and you took the opportunity, leveraging your legs, and thrusted upwards. Eren bottomed out inside of you, and you winced slightly at the mild pain of his tip meeting the wall of your cervix, the stretch of your walls accommodating him as you fluttered around him.

“You’re so big, Eren,” you moaned out, moving your hands to grasp his flexing biceps. “‘Feels so good.”

Eren was fighting an internal war — go as slow as physically possible as to not bust in your heavenly pussy in three strokes, or give you the best two minutes of your fucking life. Because it was absolutely all way too much, your gorgeous face, your soaked core, the way you gripped his cock so tightly. You were a vixen, Eren’s personal vices wrapped up in one human body. He couldn’t help but take notice of how perfectly your bodies fit together, your pussy made for him.

“Eren, move, please,” you whined, attempting to squirm your hips. He shot a hand down to your hip, stilling you as he gave you a warning glare.

“I’m trying really hard not to cum inside of you right now,” Eren groaned, finally moving his hips. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Making it real hard for me right now.”

Little was Eren aware of your pussy still on edge from the mind blowing power of your first orgasm, and you mouth lolled open as he slowly fucked you. If you were to touch your clit, or have any type of pressure there right now, it would be over for you as well. You’d have all the time in the future to have long, drawn out sex with Eren, but the two of you were just way too turned on and aroused by each other to have anything but heavy and fast sex. With a slight hesitation on your end, also not wanting to cum so quickly around his length, you rocked your hips into his fastening pace.

Eren chose the latter of his two options then, feeling the ridges of your pussy pulse and flutter around his cock. He pulled all the way back, tip daring to fall out of your little hole, and he flung himself right back in to the hilt. He repeated this a few times, and you were trying your best to hold back screams. Eren was drooling at the sight of your pretty pink pussy taking him, sloppy and messy from his saliva and your cum. He brought his attention to your bouncing breasts, molding one into his palm, rolling the nipple in the center.

Eren’s thrusts quickened dramatically, and he knew that your warning from the previous night had been true. You were screaming, calling out his name and several swears and ‘oh my god’s. This only encouraged him more, ego pretty much stroking his own cock as he plunged into you at a dangerous pace. He knew he was going to fast approach his orgasm, but Eren wasn’t stupid either. He could feel the clench tightening around him as he fucked right into that pretty spot inside of you, the way your breathing changed after a few seconds of that. Eren would become your number one expert, knowing every tell tale sign of your body, and what you were feeling. From one orgasm, he knew how your breathing changed, and Eren was determined to take you to those heights again.

Keeping the flick of his hips at the slamming pace he was at, he brought his thumb to your swollen clit. At the impact, your eyes screwed closed over the overwhelming pleasure. You felt a twinge of pain, just so sensitive from how strong you came before, but didn’t stop Eren as he rolled your pearl in fast circles, putting delicate pressure on the very top. It took maybe three strokes of his cock and a slight unsteady irregularity in his pattern to get you right where he had wanted you — desperate to cum alongside him.

“I’m so close, Eren,” you moaned out, lower body buzzing in anticipation.

“I want you to cum on my cock,” he demanded, a shocked moan crawling out of his throat at the first clench. “Oh, fuck, good girl.”

You spasmed under him, eyebrows shooting up in a furrow as you arched your back uncontrollably, the wave of your second orgasm slamming into you like a train. You could hear the squelching of Eren fucking your pussy as you contracted around him, or as he tried to. It was pure ecstasy, a feeling of wholeness filling you entirely. Half way through your orgasm, he grabbed the base of his cock, sliding out of you as he pumped himself fast above you. You held your legs open, breathing heavily as Eren watched your muscles contract in astonishment. He had never made a girl cum like this before, so hard and so visually. Your beautiful face, eyes encouraging him to cum, was all he needed. His dick was covered in you, his fingers sticky and soaked. It was all so fucking sloppy, and the thought and sight of it all caught up to him.

You felt the hot ropes of cum hit your belly, moaning at the sight. Eren was fucking his fist, cock thrusting in his grip like he had been doing in your pussy. His head hung forward, eyes drinking in the entirety of you. He shot his load on your lower half, stroking himself down after a couple of minutes, breathing heavily.

He eyed the box of tissues on your nightstand, and grabbed a few, languidly wiping his cum off of your abdomen as the two of you tried to catch your breath, or bring a ration thought back into your minds.

“We just had porn star sex,” you giggled tiredly.

“Oh yes we fucking did,” Eren smirked. “Not to like hype you up or whatever, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

Your pride and ego swelled as he finished wiping up his cum, discarding the tissues in the bin on the floor. He hadn’t given you much time to respond, asking where the bathroom was so he could grab a rag to clean you up. You were humbled, affection rising in your chest when he returned to take care of your exhausted body. No one had bothered with aftercare before, and right then and there, you knew Eren was a keeper.

“Thank you,” you yawned out, stretching your legs in front of you. Eren hung around a little awkwardly, not sure of what to do. “You can spend the night, if you want to.”

He raised his eyebrows, a smile crossing his face, “Do you want me to?”

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself back until your head met your pillows and lifted your comforter, gesturing for Eren to join you. And that he did, pouncing on the offer and sliding into bed with you, not hesitating for a second to wrap his muscular arms around your waist. He kissed you gently, pulling away to place his lips on your shoulder as you began to drift off.

You awoke alone in your bed, the bright rays of the sun hazy as you blinked the sleep away. You could smell and hear the sizzling of breakfast in your kitchen, your bedroom door swung wide open. You threw your legs over the mattress, stealing a quick look at yourself in the mirror. You cringed at the mascara stains under your eyes, taking a tissue and wiping underneath your lashes to look presentable enough for the man looming in your kitchen. You discarded the tissue, and slid on a pair of fresh panties and Eren’s enormous sweatshirt you had yet to return, and padded your bare feet across your floor to join him.

Eren’s back faced you, his form only clad in a pair of boxers as he focused his complete attention to the frying pans in front of him. You smirked, leaning against your counter, placing your chin in your open hands.

“Good morning, Chef Eren,” you teased, catching him off guard as he jumped a bit.

He turned to face you, hair a complete mess as a boyish smile graced his face, “Morning, princess. I hope you don’t mind my mess.”

“It smells amazing, so I guess I can figure out a way to forgive you,” you sighed dramatically. “Only if there’s coffee involved, though.”

“Way ahead of you,” he moved his legs over to your coffee machine, a pair of steaming muga awaiting his hand. He grabbed one, a plain white mug that matched the rest of your kitchen set, and set it on the counter in front of you.

“If you’re trying to earn extra credit, it’s working,” you said, dumbstriken.

“Gotta’ show you I’m boyfriend material,” he wagged his eyebrows, turning back to the frying pan before cutting the heat off. “I couldn’t find your plates, though.”

“Cabinet above the sink,” you directed, pulling out a stool from underneath your kitchen bar. “Forks and stuff are in the drawer by the refrigerator.”

Eren nodded, collecting two plates and the necessary utensils from their designated areas. The sight of eggs and bacon made your mouth water, and you were about to get a key made specifically for Eren to waltz in every morning to cook you this glorious meal every single day. You thanked him as he set your plate in front of you, and you dug in.

“Eren, it’s so good,” you complimented after chewing. “You really know how to treat a girl.”

He simply laughed, and the two of you fell into a pleasant conversation. And then by the time mid day rolled around, the two of you had talked all about where you’d be spending the evening. The night had ended just like the one before in mind blowing sex, the morning after repeating itself, and again, and again.

A month later, you had updated your Instagram bio. ‘Connoisseur of mimosas, rock and roll, and Eren Jaeger’. And when it had come time to update your OnlyFans content, you were more than happy to have your own personal photographer to use at your discretion. Just as long as you continued to wear his necklace, Eren would take as many pictures as you needed him to, knowing you’d end up in each other’s beds at the end of the session anyways. And he’d continue to follow you, this time though, you’d gladly send him his favorite pictures for free.

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations. this is my only account.

[trashisonme146]

I present you..These two!

If you don't know, the blonde one is Wazucul and the other one is Jocky. Here's some facts and info about them!

Wazucul is jewish and Jocky is rather a theist(a person who believes in god but is not religious) or a christian. Jocky does not have bangs, he just has a revealing willows peak. Wazucul is nice,quiet, and helpful. Dispute Jocky looking mean, he's very sweet and sometimes airheaded but sometimes smart. They also have friendship bracelets. Wazucul and Jocky are both cis men.

Fun Facts:

-Wazucul is multilingual as he can speak English,Arabic,Spanish, and French.

-Jocky once shaved his unibrow and Wazucul didn't recognize him which made him offended because Wazucul only recognized him for his unibrow only.

-Wazucul sleeps backwards with his feet on the pillow and his head on the other side of the bed.

-Jocky has an extreme fear of lice (he uses 5 different shampoos in his hair just to make sure it's clean and lice free)

-For favorite sports, Wazucul likes soccer and Jocky likes Hockey (help they rhyme 💀💀💀)

-Wazucul once thought he was super man and jumped out of his window, thinking he could fly. He hit his funny bone and started shaking for 10 days (also yes, it was because of abboud becoming spiderman).

-Wazucul and Jocky play with each other's hair (no homo 🤨📸)

-Jocky is allergic to dog fecies (really gross to say but he is. Don't make him clean dog poop or even smell it. That's why he doesn't have any dogs and that he has to wear a mask to the pet store).

-Wazucul has a fear for needles.

-Wazucul and Jocky don't eat pork. Wazucul can't bc he's Jewish. However, Jocky hates pork for some reason and doesn't eat it (probably bc he's vegan).

-Jocky likes his hair being put in a bun but he prefers his neutral style. He also let's you do french braids. He's picky for hair style but likes only a few styles.

-Wazucul is not a dog or cat person...he's a fish person. He has up to 12 gold fish in his tank that he takes very good care of. Their names are Jimmy,Sally,Timmy,Tommy,Eddie,Kevin,Sam,Bobby, Petals,Tulip,Lorrel, and Pansy.

-Jocky has only two pet lizards named Elaina and Elliot.

-Jocky is pronounced Jock-ee and Wazucul is pronounced wuz-oo-coal.

And those are info and fun facts about Wazucul and Jocky!!!

Also you can make fanart of them using hashtags #wazuculblock13oc and #jockyblock13oc or #wazuculandjockyblock13oc don't make nsfw of them. Their fanart can include dirty jokes but not implied or actual nsfw. I won't accept commissions either, just requests since they're OCs and not actual characters. Also if you want to make them accurate, Jocky has brown eyes and Wazucul has blue eyes.

[estellaestella]

Long haired Timmy [made minor changes to an earlier version]

[hermits-that-craft]

In My Dreams (Will You Remember Me?)

Flower Husbands Fic - Chapter Nine - I’ll Keep Him Safe From The Dark Things That Wait

AO3 and Trigger Warnings in reblogs.

“Goodmorning Fwip!” Jimmy says, landing on the path outside of the Grimland city. Fwip smiles at Jimmy, his red goggles over his eyes. “How are you?”

“I’m doing great, Jimmy.” Fwip says, smiling. “How are you?”

“I’m good.” Jimmy replies, taking off his elytra. “So, trade deals?”

“Right.” Fwip laughs. “I forgot that’s why you’re here. I’ll be honest, I thought I would be giving you a tour of Grimlands.”

“I’d love a tour.” Jimmy smiles under his mask. Fwip lights up at that, smiling wider, less sheepish than only a few moments ago. “We can always discuss trade deals afterwards.”

“Speaking of which,” Fwip opens the gates for Jimmy, inviting him into his empire. “Did you have any ideas of what you would like?”

“Honestly, my advisors told me to go for an equal amount of gunpowder.” Jimmy responds, ducking through the gates. “But we can iron this out later.”

Jimmy whistles as he straightens up. The Grimlands are magnificent. People rush around the city, bumping into people and walking faster than Jimmy thought people would have any reason to. The city is filled with life, storefronts lit up with people looking around inside. Children in neat uniforms dash down the streets with their friends.

The city is lively, but there’s no street vendors. No people busking in the morning light, no one selling fresh fruit and freshly cooked pies on the intersections. People race down the streets, but no one stops. No one talks to each other, save for teenagers hurrying not to miss their first classes. The city is full of life, but does that life disappear with the end of the morning rush?

“You gonna move, or are you just going to stay there and gawk?” Fwip asks, leaning against a light post.

“It’s so busy.” Jimmy says, moving to avoid bumping into a woman in a suit. 

“Oh, don’t worry. It practically empties in fifteen minutes.” Fwip smiles, something dangerous flashing in his eyes. He hasn’t removed his goggles yet, even though its not that sunny. “After we get something to eat, the streets will be ours.”

“I ate before I came.” Jimmy says quietly, trying to avoid taking his cod head off around Fwip. 

“Aw, that sucks.” Fwip pouts. “I booked us in to eat at my favourite cafe.”

“I suppose I could get something small.” Jimmy winces, trying not to offend the other ruler. “As long as I don’t have to remove my mask!”

“Don’t worry, you won’t lose your head.” Fwip laughs, leading Jimmy though the city. The houses tower over the pedestrians, the streets narrowing and winding until Jimmy’s head is spinning.

“Can we slow down, Fwip?” Jimmy asks, trying to keep up with his guide.

“If we slow down the crowd will separate us, just try to keep up!” Fwip grabs Jimmy’s hand, pulling him along down the street. The streets blur together, sharp corners and large courtyards and narrow streets and large crossroads make Jimmy’s head spin. Will his empire become like this, after he’s dead?

He wouldn’t be able to recognise it.

Fwip pulls him through the open door of a small, homely cafe. A tabby cat stretches in the sun yawning as a young woman sweeps the floor with an old wooden broom. There’s plants stretching over every inch of spare space, including the ceiling beams and the edges of paintings that litter the walls. An elderly woman sings to herself as she washes some plates, soapy water barely remaining in the tub. A young man, his hair tied into a neat bun, smiles at the two emperors with a smile that screams home. Like Jimmy’s come home, even though he’s never been in this shop before. It’s…

It’s nice.

“Welcome to The Rockrose and the Thistle cafe, how can I help you?” The man asks, a kind smile on his face.

“Hey Iorro, could I have my regular?”

“Of course, Lord Flynn.” The man smiles, wider than before, and Jimmy can feel his heart begin to race. “And for you, honoured guest?”

“A hot chocolate and something small?” Jimmy asks, and Fwip gives him a nod, almost thankful.

“Could I have a name to go with that?” 

“You can refer to me as Jacob, but you can’t have my name.” Jimmy says smoothly, and Iorro laughs, tilting his head back.

“You’re observant, it took Lexi hitting me to stop me from taking our lovely king’s name.” Iorro says, and the young woman stops her sweeping.

“Iorro, if you touch these men’s food, I swear-” She laughs. “It’s a pleasure to have you both, I hope you enjoy your meals. I’ll handle the cooking. Iorro, swap with me.”

The fae man - who’s tall, taller than Jimmy thought he was, towering over Jimmy - takes the broom off of Lexi before he starts to sweep. 

Fwip leads Jimmy into a side room, one that forgoes the plants for window seats and a small block of deepslate redstone. Jimmy takes the seat closest to the window, watching as the people outside of the cafe mill about, laughing inaudibly and racing to the next place. The crowds slowly dissipate as he watches, and Fwip laughs.

“Not many cafes in the Cod Empire?” Fwip asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“None like this.” Jimmy admits. “This place is something else.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Good.” Jimmy says, as the door creaks open. “Definately good.”

“Coffee with three shots of espresso?” The elderly woman asks.

“Thats mine.” Fwip says, smiling. “Thank you.”

“Are you trying to give yourself a heart attack?” Jimmy asks incredulously.

“Don’t try to talk him out of it, boy.” The woman says. “He’s been ordering this for years. At this point it’s the only thing keeping him awake. I assume you have the hot chocolate?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.” Jimmy says, and the lady laughs.

“What would be more lovely is if you talk this man out of drinking that every morning.” The lady deposits their drinks in front of them, steam swirling out of the cups. “Have a good day, emperors.”

The woman walks out of the room, and Jimmy looks down at his drink. A small cod is made in the foam art that floats on the top of the drink, and Jimmy coos. Lexi drops off two sandwiches to the table, which Fwip takes with a smile.

“Jimmy, they gave me your marshmallows.” Fwip says, holding out two towards Jimmy. “You want them.”

“I’m not five, Fwip.” Jimmy says. “Of course I want the marshmallows.” Fwip drops them into Jimmy’s drink, and Jimmy laughs as Fwip hisses at the splash from the hot milk.

“Don’t laugh at me, that hurt.”

“What did you expect?” Jimmy says, taking a sip of the hot chocolate. “Wow, this is really sweet.”

“They must like you.” Fwip says. “Cause my coffee’s burnt.”

“That sucks.” Jimmy offers, downing the rest of his drink. The sweetness is strange - the marshmallows must have had extra sweetener, normal hot chocolates aren’t this saccharine.

“You ready to leave now?” Fwip asks, standing up.

“Sure.” Jimmy stumbles a bit as he stands, btu he lets Fwip lead him out of the cafe.

They walk through the empty city for a while, the silence overwhelming. Jimmy wants to say something, to break the awkward silence that threatens their every step, but he can’t. He knows the words he wants to say, but they get lodged in his throat and twist around his tongue, like a vine is creeping up and strangling him.

Fwip leads him into an alleyway, one too small to be of any use besides a shortcut, but the only place it leads to is the wall. Jimmy sways a bit, turning to face Fwip. This isn’t where they’re supposed to be.

Blink.

Fwip smiles.

Blink.

Sausage laughs in the distance.

Blink.

Jimmy’s swaying. He can’t stand up for much longer.

Blink.

Fwip takes off his goggles.

Blink.

Jimmy’s on the floor now.

Blink.

Fwip’s eyes are as red as Joey or Sausage's eyes.

Blink.

Blink..

Blink…

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Jimmy’s head rests on some cold stone. It’s nice, really. He feels so hot, like there’s fire under his skin, burning at his lungs. But it’s also too cold, he’s shivering. Where is he? He was just with Fwip, what happened, did he faint? A breeze passes his face, and his eye slowly opens.

Where is his mask?

Why won’t his other eye open?

“Good morning Jimmy.” Fwip says, leaning against the wall. “Took you long enough to wake up.”

“Where…” Jimmy tries to sit up, finding himself unable to.

At least Dogwarts didn’t get him. I can’t lose him.

“What?” Jimmy mumbles out loud. What is dogwarts?

“Don’t worry, Timmy.” Sausage says, pushing Jimmy’s head back onto the altar. “None of this will hurt, we just need your help.”

“What’s going on?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Sausage kneels down in front of Jimmy, looking into the Codfather’s eyes. “You’re going to meet a friend of ours.”

“He’s already met me before.” A deep, warped voice says, and Jimmy’s heart leaps into his throat. No. Not here. Not now. “He’s much more expressive without the head.”

Jimmy flings himself backwards, putting as much space between him and the demon as possible. Sausage and Fwip laugh, pushing Jimmy towards the altar. Jimmy tries to struggle, but the world spins and-

And there’s blood on the floor. It’s dry, dark brown, but it’s his. His arm hurts. Why didn’t his arm hurt before? Why didn’t he notice he was bleeding? Why did Fwip hurt him?

“So he’s come out of shock.” Xornoth laughs. “Thank you both for collecting him, we truly can hit my brother hard, having something of his.”

“Jimmy isn’t Aeor’s champion?” Sausage asks, and Jimmy blinks.

The gods have never loved him, why would Sausage think one of the elfs would?

“No, he’s the champion's soulmate.” Xornoth laughs, walking up to the trio. “He’s important, not important enough to matter, but important enough to kill.”

“Too scared to kill me yourself?” Jimmy snarks, shaking. He’s not scared, really he isn’t.

He’s been here too many times, in his nightmares, for this to have any effect on him. He’s shaking because he’s cold, not because he’s scared. It’s too hot, but he’s still cold. The blood oozes out of him - will his arm go septic, if he escapes? How will he escape, why was he paying attention to Xornoth he should have focused on escaping.

“Too busy,” Xornoth says. “To bother myself with pest control.”

“Should we sacrifice him?” Sausage asks, and Jimmy stills as he feels the sharp blade of an axe gently tap his neck.

“Wouldn’t it be a shame,” Jimmy closes his eyes, trying to fight back tears as his fate is sealed. “If such a lovely altar wasn’t used.”

SolidarityGaming was sacrificed on the altar by MythicalSausage

[bonniebird]

7

Tommy x Reader

Living with Mr Shelby

Living with Mr Shelby Masterlist

"Rosie I know it's hard but..." I tried desperately to get through to Rosie just how badly it would affect Danny to have her leave.

"Look. I love my husband but he's not the same. I mean he killed a man because he was holding a knife." Rosie snapped preparing the evening meal for her boys; I took up a knife and started helping her prep some vegetables.

"Why don't I ask Tommy if he can find a place just outside of Birmingham, you know those new houses they've built there won't be as many loud noises to set him off and the space will be bigger so if he does go off it won't be as dangerous." I suggested gently biting the inside of my lip as I thought how Timmy would react to me offering his services. Rosie agreed to wait until I had spoken to Tommy and I stopped by the Garrison on my way back. Making sure to buy Tommy's favorite bottle of whisky and cigarettes and used the last of the shopping money Tommy had given to me to get his favorite sandwiches from the bakery hoping that the gifts would put him in a good mood.

"What you got there Lola?" Arthur asked as I poked my head round the door of the offices to say hello, I pulled a face and both John and Arthur seemed to guess what I was trying to do. I quickly snuck into Polly's office waiting until she had finished her letter.

"Is Tommy in a good mood? I have something big to ask him." I muttered instantly feeling worried as Poll stood up trying to examine me.

"What?" Polly snapped. I still had no idea why Poll was so protective over Tommy when it came to women but I knew better than to get more than one Shelby angry at a time, especially when it came to Tommy and Poll.

"I was thinking Tommy might be able to move Danny and his family into the country houses just outside Birmingham, it'll be bigger and safe and quieter." I stopped explaining because Poll had an odd look on her face.

"You're going to do well here Lola." She muttered, shooing me out the room to go up to Tommy; I left her a small iced bun for her to snack on while she worked.

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"Tommy?" I knocked on his door and waited for his reply but he was silent. I rolled my eyes and entered the room anyway, irritating Tommy who was sitting at his desk. His hair looked like he had been running his hands through it. A sure sign that he was still stressing about Danny.

"What, I don't have any time, just hurry up and tell me what you want." He snapped quickly. I let his sharp response slide without my usual sarcastic reply and set the presents in front of him making him look at me guiltily.

"I spoke to Rosie and we have an idea but we will need your help." I said carefully, Tommy instantly perked up and looked at me expectantly pulling open the paper parcels I had set in front of him.

"If you helped him move to one of the bigger houses just outside of the city it'll be quieter so he won't be set off by much and the farms will have loads more jobs than in the city. I'll even talk to some of my Grandfather’s friends to try and get Danny and the boy's apprenticeships." I said hurriedly hoping that Tommy would agree with me he looked at me happily and lifted his glass in the air as if to toast the idea.

"Alright then you go do whatever you do and I'll get everything sorted." Tommy said getting up and shooing me out of the room, I crossed my arms and frowned at him.

"You know if you told people I was safe to hire I could get a job." I narrowed my eyes at him. He was about to tell me women looked after the home like he usually did when we had this conversation, but fell silent when Polly and Esme descended on him with frowning faces. He sighed and hurried back up the stairs before I could take the conversation further. They both gave you sly smiles of victory and Polly decided to treat everyone to lunch, on the company’s money.

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After complaining several times to Ada about Tommy’s refusal to give out the ok that I could work. She had suggested I become a tutor. I had decided to start teaching some of the neighborhood children to read and write something the mothers appreciated greatly. Mainly because their children could have a better future but having the children out of the way while they sorted their daily routines helped. But often they joked about how lovely it was to have their children out from under their feet.

"Good job Marcus, Lizzy your C needs to go the other way round." I explained to the two children currently sitting at the kitchen table. John strolled into the house looking through papers and drawers trying to find something. He froze when he saw the children and the tooth pick between his lips almost fell to the floor.

"Bloody hell cho gone and stole some kids for?" John asked, still a little surprised, I bit my lip and put my hands together as if I were praying. With a quick sigh I hurried over to him.

"Please don't tell Tommy, I just got so bored playing house and I'm making a really big difference and he hasn't even noticed that I've been teaching them for the last week." I begged John who looked torn. Finally he seemed to come up with an idea and by the looks of it I wasn't going to enjoy it.

"Fine but on Saturday, when we go to the races you have to help Max with his reading he's almost old enough to work." I shrugged and nodded my head that didn't seem a bad deal seeing as it was only one of John’s children.

"So... we’re not telling Tommy?" I asked as I helped the children down the stairs at the back of the flat and watched them hurry to their houses down the path before turning to go back inside and jumped as I came face to face with Tommy. Or rather chest to face as I'm a foot or two shorter than Tommy.

"Not telling Tommy what?" He asked as he glared at me as if I'd shot John but I just smiled weakly and tried to duck past him without success.

"I'm sleeping with your brother." I yelped rather loudly, blurting out the first thing I could think of that would be shocking Tommy. The sudden outburst made John double over in laughter as we headed back up the stairs to the flat.

"Bloody better not be." Tommy said with such harshness that John straightened up instantly; I rolled my eyes and tried to hide the papers I had forgotten to clean up.

"Nah, we were um making a deal... bout a present for you." John said lamely. I slapped my face with the palm of my hand and hid the papers that the children had left on the kitchen table in my room. When I came out John had gone and Tommy was looking rather amused, he sat down at the kitchen table and poked at my loaf of bread approvingly. It had improved since Polly had taken to teaching you her own methods.

"I already know you’re teaching kids to read and write, the mothers keep thanking me and the single mothers offer to pay in... um well never mind how they offer." Tommy mumbled. My eyes widened as I realised what he meant and I folded my arms feeling a little jealous something Tommy seemed to pick up on making him chuckle to himself. I rolled my eyes as he watched me fiddle with a few things in the kitchen with a great amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Shut it Shelby." I muttered and walked into my room slamming the door.

[imhereformr]

Bish, prompt 48 for brella, pretty please💘

Sorry for the delay with the prompts. I've got a pile of them to do, but I got a tad sidetracked...

Anyways, bish, enjoy some sad Brandon and comforting Stella 💔♥️

48: I called you at 2am cause I need you. 

Brandon gently lowered himself onto his bed, his fingers gripping at the edge of the mattress to hold him steady. He tried to regulate his breathing, but his breath continued to come in short, ragged gasps. It felt like his heart had dropped into his stomach; like it had displaced his supper, sending it back up his throat. He wanted to puke, wanted to shout and curse and cry, but nothing came up. Somehow, he found himself curled up on his bed with his temple resting against the cool metal of his phone, right on top of his bundled standard issue blue Red Fountain blanket where he’d dropped the phone a few minutes earlier. At least he thought it was a few minutes.

His mother had called. He’d been so happy to hear from her until he heard the choked sobs that she was trying to stifle. His mother – a pinnacle of strength in every way, shape and form – barely managed an intelligible word between the gasps and whimpers. Something about one of his sisters, that much he’d caught. There’d been some shuffling, and then his father’s voice, strained but clear. Margie – his youngest sister – had been hit by a car. She’d been playing soccer in the front yard and had accidentally kicked her ball into the street. The old man behind the wheel hadn’t seen her coming; she had appeared from behind a parked car too close for him to stop in time.  

Brandon had wanted to hop on the first flight home, but his parents had refused. It was the middle of finals, he needed to be at school. His father had insisted that Brandon had worked too hard to flunk his last finals and not graduate. Brandon didn’t care – he had a guaranteed job with Sky anyways – but he didn’t dare disobey his parents. They would call once the doctors have them an update. It was all they could do for now.

He hated it; hated that he was stuck here. Margie was his favourite of his four sisters, partially because she was too young to torture him like the others had, but mostly because she had that something that he loved. A joie de vivre he’d heard Stella refer to it as. Margie’s laugh was loud and honest; she was bubbly and kind. Of course, she was only seven and the world hadn’t tried to hurt her enough yet, but Brandon had a feeling she’d maintain her sunny disposition even when it did. Margie reminded him a bit of Stella if he was honest, right down to how stubborn she could be. How many times had he told her not to run into the street? Surely more times than he could count. Still, typical of her, she didn’t listen. And look where she was now.

And look where he was.

Curled up in bed, unable to help her.  

Useless.

Terrified.  

Brandon’s eyes snapped open. It was dark, and the clock on his bedside table read 1:37. He could hear Sky snoring softly on the other side of the room, blissfully unaware that Brandon’s world was falling apart. Somehow, Brandon had ended up in his pajamas. Somehow, he had ended up in his bed. In the back of his mind, Brandon knew he must have decided to try to get some sleep, but he had no memory of any of it. Everything after hanging up was a blur.

Half asleep and stumbling in the dark, he found his way to the common room. After tossing aside the gaming remotes that always seemed to be left on the couch, Brandon took a seat. He pushed aside the books that Riven left hanging on the coffee table and put his feet up. Luckily, he’d thought of grabbing his phone on the way out of his room. He dialed his mother, father and sisters’ phone numbers. Nobody answered. Nobody. How could nobody answer?! It was barely past supper time on Eraklyon! He desperately needed an update on Margie, even if it was just that nothing had changed – at least that meant she was still alive.  

Brandon dropped the phone onto the coffee table and lowered his head into his hands, gasping in surprise when he felt the water on his palms. He hadn’t noticed that he was tearing up. The realisation broke the dam, and the tears that had refused to come earlier flowed freely and abundantly now. Brandon managed to stifle any whimpers that might wake the guys – though it wasn’t likely since Timmy and Sky slept like rocks and, knowing Riven, he and Musa were off somewhere breaking curfew for the sake of a quick fuck.  

He hadn’t even realised he’d picked up the phone and dialed until he heard Stella’s sleepy voice in his ear. The wracking sobs gave way to a steady, gentle stream of tears. Even groggy with sleep, her voice always seemed to soothe him. Riven said Stella’s voice was annoying and high pitched, but Brandon disagreed; he found her voice bright and cheerful. He loved her voice.  

“Brandon?” she repeated, worry seeping into her beautiful voice. “What’s going on?”  

He had no idea where to start.  

My sister’s hurt.

“Hello?”

I’m worried.

“Brandon?”

I’m scared.  

“Is something wrong?”

He cracked. The sobs shook his body again, and he had to cover his mouth to stop from screaming and waking the whole school.  

“Brandon?” He could hear her panic overwhelming her tone, taking her voice from sleepy and light to high and desperate. “Talk to me. Please.”

I need you.  

He tried to speak but he couldn’t. The words died somewhere in his throat, suffocated by the sobs and whimpers. He hung up. There was no point in keeping Stella up to force her to sit in silence. She needed to sleep; she was in the midst of her final exams too.  

A knock on the balcony door scared him out of his haze. He had no idea how long he’d sat on the couch staring at nothing. He’d been vaguely aware of the sound of someone trying to sneak through the halls; of water rushing through the pipes as someone took a mid-night shower; of the moans coming from one of the adjacent dorms; and the pounding on the wall accompanied by a voice demanding the lovers shut the fuck up. But the span of time in which that had happened, Brandon had no idea.

Brandon grabbed the nearest thing he could find that would serve as a weapon – the TV remote, not useful but it would have to do – and slowly approached the door. He slid back the curtain that covered the glass door and nearly dropped the remote when he saw who was on the other side.  

Wasting no time, Brandon opened the door to let Stella in. She de-transformed before entering and Brandon was surprised to see that she was in her pajamas with her hair in a messy high bun. He’d seen Stella in her natural, not dolled up state on more occasions than he could count, but he’d never known her to leave the safety of her dorm without looking like a top model.  

Amber eyes fixed their worried gaze on him as her hands found their way to his cheeks, brushing away the dried tears. Stella wrapped one of her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him into a hug. He could smell the residual perfume that lingered on her; the sweet scents of rose, jasmine, sandalwood and vanilla filled his senses, and he happily let them. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the safety of her arms and not come out until he knew the world was as it should be.  

Brandon’s arms wrapped around Stella’s small waist and pulled her as close as physically possible. There, in the warmth of her, he let himself break on purpose. Stella ran her hands through his hair while she let him cry, planting light kisses on his shoulder, neck and ear. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Brandon’s tears subsided and he reluctantly pulled himself away. Stella didn’t let him get too far, though, as she gripped his arm and gently dragged him over to the couch. She sat at the end, dragging him down with her and resting his head on her chest so that she could wrap her arms around his shoulders.  

“What happened?” Stella asked quietly as she waited for Brandon to adjust into a laying position and return his head to her chest.  

“Margie was in a car accident” he managed. His voice sounded weak and broken to his own ears, he couldn’t imagine how bad he sounded to Stella, but she didn’t seem to care. She held him tighter and kissed the top of his head without saying another word. Stella knew how much he loved his family, especially his youngest sister, and he knew she understood how devastating the news was to him.  

They didn’t speak for the rest of the night. Stella continued to hold him until he fell into a restless sleep, and she fell asleep soon afterwards. Brandon’s phone woke them just before 6 when his mother called to inform that Margie was stable and would likely make a full recovery. Even then, Stella didn’t let go and Brandon didn’t ask her to. He would happily stay in her arms until the end of time. Or until one of them needed to pee.  

[littlebookreader]

Lunae lumen ipsum

This has two parts: Information and the fic itself. For slightly easier accessibility, I will put both in this post itself.

Some information first:

Summary: Olwin Keller receives a distress call, mush to Margaret’s chagrin. (For the Wednesday prompt ‘Favourite Relationship’ of the Victoriocity Appreciation Week 2021. Takes place a week after ‘SMS Brandenburg’, a day after Ego ne hic quidem.)

Fandoms: Victoriocity(Podcast)

Rating: Teen and Above Audiences

Relationships: F/M, Gen 

Word count: 666 words(yes, I know)

Characters: Chief Inspector Olwin Keller/ Margaret Keller,  Chief Inspector Olwin Keller,  Margaret Keller, Mrs. Pomligan, Timmy Keller, Inspector Archibald Fleet(mentioned).

Additional Tags: Domestic, established relationship, realistically married couple, absolutely adore these two, ghosts aren’t real(are they?), crack treated seriously as crack, can’t really think of much else, author regrets everything, no beta we shout like Mrs. Pomligan, here you go

@victoriocity-appreciation for the Favourite Relationship.

Part 4 of Love, Actually.

This was the information. For the rest of the fic, it’s all under the cut.

Fic:

A locution glass can be a powerful, useful thing, carrying all sorts of messages across while loosely maintaining your facial features, helping to convey the expression of the message. Right then, the Kellers only saw them as a menace, ruining their night’s sleep, which was, already, a rare occurrence.

“Olwin, could you please turn it off?”

“Can’t, Margaret, duty calls.”

“And what about your family?”

“Oh, again with this? I told you-”

As one might expect, the late-night calls grew both in length and in frequency, mostly civilians calling in to claim they’d found a member of the spy network loitering around nearby or ‘watching them’, whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.

The latest one reported a sighting near the coffeehouse, by the owner herself, Mrs. Pomligan, who for whatever godforsaken reason, insisted on staying up the whole night. Well, it wasn’t that he COULDN’t tell what her reasons were, though keeping awake to ‘look for ghosts loitering about near the place that poor man was killed’ wasn’t exactly what he would call ‘a plausible statement’.

“I’ve seen ‘im again, Inspector, and you KNOW that he’s real.”

Keller could tell that Margaret had had just about enough of all this and snarked, “That’s what coffee does to you brain, it does.”

“Could be the stale ‘Archie buns’ they serve too, who knows?” He muttered.

“I will have you know, good sir, my buns are NOT stale!”

He sighed. “Couldn’t you just report your observations to the nearest available constabulary?”

“Inspector-“

“That’s CHIEF Inspector to you, Mrs. Pomligan-“

In the pale, not-quite-accurate image of the glass, it’s looked like she was dismissing it. Keller shrugged, it could just as easily have been a trick of the light. “Right, right. Could you please look into it? He’s scaring off my customers, and you know how much they love my coffee, the poor dears.”

He narrowed his eyes at her, while Margaret remarked: “I’m sure it isn’t the spectre that’s scaring them off, Mrs. Pomligan.”

Keller respected few people, and feared even fewer. Mrs. Pomligan, to no one’s surprise, fell in the latter category, with her booming voice and sudden exclamations. Part of him just wanted to run away screeching like a little girl, and hide under the covers, though whether it was to protect his ear drums, or his dignity, he wasn’t quite sure.

“Very well, but does it have to be done NOW?”

The face in the mercury faltered. “Well, no….But it would be appreciated if you could. There was also something else, though I think little Archie would want to tell you about it.”

“Come morning, I mean, when the sun rises, I mean, I will send my best to look into it.”

“Thank you, Inspector!” With that, the liquid settled back into its traditionally inert stance, while Margaret mimicked. “Thank you, inspector, you know how much they love my coffee, inspector. Ugh, doesn’t she realise the stuff is inedible?”

Keller stood by, lost in thought as his wife rambled. Something else? Ask Fleet about it? Why would she say THAT in the end? Margaret seemed to notice this, as she joked, “I know my impressions aren’t the best, Olwin, but surely they’d get a laugh?”

“You’re absolutely right, dear,” he muttered, still lost in his reverie. What happened at that coffeehouse?

“Olwin, is something the matter?”

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry, it’s just something she said.”

“Ah, yes, about Fleet. You should talk to him, try to find out exactly what she was insinuating.”

“Margaret-”

“But not now. Now, just go back to sleep. Whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait.”

Despite his general mood and growing desire to get back to sleep, Keller knew that it couldn’t be further from the truth. They walked back to their bedroom, only stopping by Timmy’s room once, only to find him sleeping there peacefully.

They smiled at each other, briefly forgetting all their concerns. After all, whatever it was could wait till morning. 

Couldn’t it?

[unseelie-bitch]

Season 2 Episode 8: Party Monster, The Spoilsport

Is no one gonna bring up the already inappropriate behaviour between the new professor and the Winx Club - who I believe are like max 17

Also Mirta's here!!!

Oh no Lucy ignored her :(

Also lads maybe stop always assuming the worst of the witches like come on this is why they all hate you guys

Oh my god I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THE PREPPY TRIX WHAT ICONOC DISGUISES. Stormy's hair? Adorable. Her outfit? Cute sailor gal. Icy is now platinum blonde instead of white haired and actually let her hair down. She's wearing a puffer jacket. Darcy's hair is short, in a bun and BLUE. This is so wild. I love it

"I'm fairy princess Fefe" "I'm your stepsister Missy" these girls are just having a good time

Flora's pixie is so cute

Aww Stella used to have frizzy hair

Icy's actually doing what she's told what is this

Aww who's this lil soft boi

He goes to art school!!

If this man hurts Flora I will riot

Okay the PEAK COMEDY of Bloom asking the Trix for help, they turn around around, realise it's her then all turn away and panic with the EXACT same expression? LIVING FOR IT

Icy's fairy voice is so funny

"The great witch invasion of '05" bro it was last year. Chill

Woah now THAT is a cool campus. It floats!!

"We don't wait more than ten minutes for anyone" honestly Darkar you were lucky to get that long

Timmy has been replaced by Digit and I, for one, support Techna's choices

Someone needs to tell the Trix that "gag me" is NOT A PHRASE. First Stormy and now Darcy... please lads... please stop

Musa has IMMEDIATELY worked it out I'm so proud of her

Techna had a weird dream involving Timmy??

Techna that wasn't even that bad

Darkar please chill

Stormy approves

OH AND SHE'S BACK IN HER TRIX GEAR EXCELLENT

If the codex can put the whole magical universe in danger... why is it kept at a school

SOMEONE SAVE FLORA

HELIA AYYY

Helia why the fuck did you let it go

THANK YOU FOR CALLING HIM OUT LADIES

Oh god is Helia a sus man

Darkar actually sounds worried about Icy what the fuck

And Icy LISTENED??

Aww he drew Flora

"You're the man LD, you rock my world, you really do" Icy wtf

Oop evil plan #revealed

[schweeeppess]

What are your favorite Tim head canons? (Asking for a friend. I ~defintley~ don't have an unhealthy attachment to a fictional character)

HAHA MOOD!

Anyways here they are :D

*bangs pots and pans together* Tim! Wears! Glasses!!!!!

My boi, my love, my Tim has hair so long it can be pulled into a small man-bun.

POC Timmy! I love the asian!Timmy hc, even if I don't exactly write it often 😂

Asexual lithromantic!

Has dyed his hair pink before, and no I don't accept criticism. He will dye it again.

Can't Bake To Save His Life

my boy has ADHD and im sorry but you asked for my headcanons and this is one of them

His eyes are a light, sky blue. Very pretty.

HE WEARS CROCS OKAY DON'T @ ME

Fashion Icon

Most likely of his brothers to have a Tumblr and is a Tumblr cryptic

Shitposts at 3 am

Loves animals and would die for any of them anytime anyday anywhere

Does the dumbest shit whenever he's sleep deprived and remembers none of it when he wakes up

You know he's truly pissed off when he gestures behind Bruce's back wildly and silently, at one point clenching his fists and shaking them at Bruce's back then doubling over and letting out the most frustrated silent scream to have ever existed.

I can't think of anything else at the moment but I have tons more 😂

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Psycho Analysis: Halloween Special Villains

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Ah, Halloween, that magical, spooky time of year where ghosts and goblins come out to play and children dress up in the hopes of getting some delicious Halloween candy. But what about all of us who are trapped at home on the night of this pagan costume and candy festival? What do we have to keep us entertained?

Why, Halloween specials of course!

If there’s one thing Halloween delivers on almost as well as Christmas does, it’s spooky Halloween-themed episodes of cartoons, where the show is allowed to get darker and more disturbing than it usually does in some cases. And what is any special without a special one-shot villain? Gotta have someone stirring up some Halloween trouble on this spooky night. And since these characters are usually one and done with little in the way to go super in-depth about, I’d figure we’d look at five of them at once! They are:

Jack O’Lantern from The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy

Pumpkinator from The Fairly OddParents

Bun-Bun from Underfist

Fright Night from Danny Phantom

Ron Tompkins from Toy Story of Terror!

I’m sure some of you feel there are some glaring omissions. Where’s the Flying Dutchman? Where’s Stickybeard? Well, I decided that this time around I’d go with characters whose major appearances and debuts are Halloween episodes; both those guys had major roles in non-Halloween episodes as well, so I’ll be saving them for full reviews at a later date. Also of note: I am aware the story of Toy Story of Terror! does not take place on Halloween, but it is aired as a Halloween special, so I’m counting it.

Actor: So if there’s one thing these guys aren’t lacking in, it’s the actor department, and this isn’t a huge shock since when you’ve got a holiday special you want to splurge a bit, you know?

Jack has one of my favorite actors ever, the always-awesome Wayne Knight. Knight just has that sort of voice that’s perfect for smug jerk characters like Mr. Blik or Dennis Nedry, so really it’s pretty fitting for a pranking trickster like Jack, though I will say that it’s hard to match Knight’s voice to the human version of Jack when you see him in a flashback.

Ron Tompkins isn’t too far behind in the impressive VA department, being voiced by none other than Stephen Tobolowsky, who you may remember as the overbearing Ned Ryerson from GroundHog Day (and how can you forget him? You see him repeating the same scene about thirty times). He does a great job at making Tompkins cartoonishly evil and mostly enjoyable, a tall order for a character who steals toys from children to sell online.

And if you thought the list of awesome actors was done, boy were you wrong! Star Trek’s very own Michael Dorn voices the Fright Knight, and Dorn’s voice is absolutely perfect for a cool, evil, undead knight.

Bun-Bun is voiced by Dave Wittenberg who is an insanely prolific VA, playing characters such as Henry Wong from Digimon Tamers (AKA the beast season of Digimon) to none other than Kakashi from Naruto. I think it goes without saying a VA this versatile manages to make the role work.

And finally, we have the Pumpkinator, who is played by Dee Bradley Baker, and if I sat here listing all the notable roles this man has played we’d be here all night. But here’s a small sample: Appa, Momo, Squilliam Fancyson and Bubble Bass, Klaus the goldfish, Cow and Chicken’s dad, Cinderblock and Plasmus, the Alien and Predator in Mortal Kombat, Lion and Frybo, Numbah 4 and the Toilenator, Remy Buxaplenty, most of the animals in The Legend of Korra… you get the picture. This guy’s a legend. He’ll do any sort of role, big or small, so even if he’s not playing the most complex character here, he’s at least giving it a unique spin with his voice because man, this guy has RANGE.

Motivation/Goals: Jack has a rather simple motivation: revenge. You see, ages ago he managed to steal Grim’s scythe when he was about to be reaped, and bartered for the scythe’s return, asking to be made immortal. Grim reluctantly gave him this, but, as Grim is not someone who likes being tricked, also cut his head off. As anything cut off with Grim’s scythe is permanently cut off, Jack had to replace his head with a pumpkin (of course). This lead to him being shunned as a freak, which just made jis desire for vengeance even stronger; I mean, wouldn’t you want revenge if you could only go to the ding-dong grocery store to get pudding once a year?

If you want to get even simpler, the Pumpkinator is your guy! He exists simply to blow up planets. Tat’s it. He’s very much just an obstacle Timmy needs to overcome so that he can undo his wish for every Halloween costume to be “real and scary” before the consequences end up destroying the world.

Bun-Bun is rather simple as well: he just seems to be a jerk. But they don’t just make him a simple jerk, no, this is a Billly & Mandy spinoff so things have to be taken to their ridiculous extreme. Bun-Bun turns out to be behind numerous extremely petty actions that affected the lives of the main heroes, having haunted Hoss as a child and made him afraid of monsters, made Billy afraid of spiders which estranged him from his son Jeff, and, uh, sawed off Fred Fredburger’s tusks. The fiend! As you might guess, there’s no real rhyme or reason to this, it’s just goofy absurdist over-the-top sort of thing you’d expect from Maxwell Atoms.

Ron has a relatively simple motivation, but frankly it might be the most evil out of all of these: the man steals toys from the children who stay at his motel to sell them for monetary gain. Yes, this is more evil than attempting to blow up the planet, you heard me. I have no idea how sick and twisted you have to be to think that stealing toys from children is acceptable. Funnily enough, this is the same sort of motivation Al (who was played by Wayne Knight, funnily enough) from Toy Story 2 had, though Ron takes it above and beyond.

And finally that brings us to Fright Knight, Much like most of the ghosts on the show, Fright Knight seems to just want to cause a ruckus after he’s released, attempting to take over Amity Park when Danny foolishly releases him. Later in the show he is freed to serve Pariah Dark, and after Dark is beaten he joins up with Vlad. In his final appearance of any consequence he is seen serving the Ultimate Enemy in the bad future. Basically the guy is just a really cool overhyped henchman.

Personality: So let’s get the easy one out of the way first: The Pumpkinator doesn’t exactly have a personality, because it is a big generic doomsday villain meant to act as an obstacle for Timmy to overcome. However, when it returned later in the episode where Timmy goes to Unwish Island, it did have one notable personality trait: an undying hatred for Timmy Turner, It’s a pretty relatable trait the more into the series you watch.

Bun-Bun is also rather evil and simple. He’s just a petty jerk, as can be seen by his crimes listed up under motivation. There’s not much else to him, same with Fright Knight who, again, is mostly just an overhyped henchman who acts as the hardcore badass serving whatever big bad of the week is out to get Danny (or he would have, but more on that later).

Out of all of these, Ron and Jack have the most personality. Jack is an unrepentant prankster who, at least when alive, was heavily implied to just not get he was taking it too far with his pranks (“too far” in this case being tricking people off of cliffs, at the least), and simply morphed into a bitter, jaded, vengeance-seeking supernatural entity after hundreds of years of rejection by society and isolation. Jack’s honestly pretty tragic in that regard, though it obviously doesn’t excuse his actions.

Ron is just a straight-up jerk, putting up a facade of being a charming, friendly motel owner while stealing toys from under his guest’s noses. As the truth comes out about him, he becomes more cartoonish and hammy, which really doesn’t help his case at all, and in his final scene he actually does something so cartoonish he almost feels like he doesn’t belong in the Toy Story universe.

Final Fate: Funnily enough, Pumpkinator actually gets the happiest ending out of anyone here: after being unwished by Timmy, he goes to Unwish Island and, after Timmy eventually journeys there, gets to have fun tormenting Timmy clones for the rest of time.

Ron probably has the second happiest ending, for a given definition of “happy.” Bonnie’s mother calls the cops on him for his theft, and when they show up, he somehow manages to trick them, run away, steal their car, crash it into a telephone pole when backing up, and then run off before they even move a muscle. It’s ridiculously cartoonish, and there’s no way this guy is gonna be getting off easy after that little display.

Onto Bun-Bun. Bun-Bun made one simple mistake: he put any trust at all int Skarr. For those not in the know, Skarr was the “Starscream” to Hector Con Carne, always hoping to overthrow him and take over his world domination schemes for himself before he ended up retiring from that life and becoming a reoccurring character on Billy & Mandy. So, when he joins up with the villain by betraying Underfist, what do you think he does? He betrays the villain, pushing Bun-Bun into hot cocoa and melting him, using his power of treachery and backstabbing to help his team save the world. It’s pretty amusing in that classic Billy & Mandy way.

Good ol’ Jack ends up getting sent to the underworld this time since Grim wasn’t putting up with his crap anymore, and it seems Jack still hasn’t learned his lesson about pranking. When last we see him, he’s now tormenting demons, who all start moving in on him while he laughs at his dumb pranks. The screen cuts to black and we hear a squishing noise. It’s safe to say he won’t have to worry about that pumpkin head causing him problems anymore.

Fright Night is easily the most tricky one to talk about because his entire intended purpose in the show got aborted. After he was brought back to serve Pariah, he ended up under Vlad’s control by episode’s end, but for some reason, nothing ever came of this and it was never mentioned again – well, except in the “Ultimate Enemy” special, in which the Fright Knight cameos at the beginning, acting as something of the hype man for Dan Phantom, softening up Amity Park for Dan’s attack. After that, though, he’s basically out of the series, save for a couple of brief cameos here and there.

Best Scene: Jack has the flashback to his origins, because not only is it perfectly dark for a show’s Halloween episode, you have to give props to anyone who managed to outwit Grim, even if he did end up paying a steep price for it.

Ron has his aforementioned escape from the police. I do think it’s a bit too cartoonish and silly for Toy Story, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t pretty hilarious either way.

The Fright Knight has the aforementioned scene where he mentions he’s serving The evil future Danny. Considering that’s his last real role in the series, at least he got to go out on a high note, though it still sucks nothing ever came of the plotlines set up for him.

Bun-Bun’s best scene is when he revealed that he was the architect of most of the protagonist’s woes. Again, it’s just classic over-the-top Billy & Mandy silliness, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

The Pumpkinator… just doesn’t have one. Sorry.

Best Quote: While most of these guys aren’t exactly a goldmine of quotes, Jack has one of my favorite quotes from anything, ever, and I even already referenced it above: “Three hundred and sixty-four days a year, I can't even go the the ding-dong grocery store to buy pudding! And do you know why?" The why, obviously, is the fact he has a pumpkin for a head.

Final Thoughts & Score: Frankly, this batch of Halloween hooligans is a very mixed bag. We didn’t fare quite as bad as Charlie Brown did on Halloween, but we only got one King Size candy bar out of this lot.

I guess let’s just start with the black licorice of the bunch: Fright Knight. God, I wish I could love Fright Knight, I really do, but considering the overwhelming quality of most of Danny’s rogues gallery and just the fact this guy was totally shafted and everything set up for him was ignored there’s just no excusing how lame this guy looks, Michael Dorn or no. He has a great design and a cool concept, and the ideas for interesting stories with him were there, but he ends up being a 3/10, saved only by his cool first outing, great voice work, and awesome design.

Worse still is the pile of weirdly flavored candy corn that is the Pumpkinator. He has a cool design, but he’s not much of an antagonist to be honest. He’s just a cool-looking robot who wants to blow up the planet. That’s about it. There’s really not much to say about this guy, and his only other appearance doesn’t really add much. I suppose he serves his purpose, but I have to wonder, why even bring him back if he wasn’t going to do anything remotely interesting? I don’t like generic doomsday villains at the best of times, but if you’re gonna bring one back, at least try and do something interesting with them to justify their existence, otherwise they’re just gonna end up getting a 2/10.

Finally, we get into the good candy! Let’s start off with the tasty marshmallow bunny we got, Bun-Bun (isn’t that more of an Easter candy? Weird). Bun—Bun is a funy, goofy, cartoonish villain, perfect for the first (and sadly, only) outing for Underfist. The fact they went above and beyond to cement him as this ludicrous mastermind who just screwed with everyone’s lives for no apparent reason other than the fact he’s a jerk is pretty funny. I don’t think he’s gonna win any Villain of the Year awards, but I think a 6/10 is good enough for this above average nuisance.

Oho, what’s this? A… candycane? Well, it’s a bit out of season, but it’s still tasty! And that’s kind of where Ron is. I do like just how unabashedly scummy he is, and there is precedent for people like him in the Toy Story universe, but I feel he takes things to a cartoonish extreme. For crying out loud, the guy has a trained iguana that acts like a dog! He feels like he belongs in a different series than this one, but again, I don’t really think that’s a bad thing, because at the very least he is funny. He gets a 7/10, a bit higher than usual just because I love how ridiculously nasty his whole scheme is. Stealing from kids, what the actual hell.

YES! A King Size candy bar! Just what I was looking for! It’s just a generic Hershey bar, but hey, that’s a lot of chocolate, so who’s complaining? And that’s Jack, he is simply put a perfect Halloween special antagonist. Most of this comes from his voice work, since Wayne Knight is a national treasure, but his backstory and concept are worth praising too. His origin story is something of a twist on the old legend of “Stingy Jack,” the origin story of the Jack-O’-Lantern appropriately enough. While obviously there are liberties, such as substituting Grim for the devil, it’s a mostly accurate retelling, something that would go over most people’s heads unless they’re really into classical folklore. Jack’s a lot of fun as a character, earning himself a nice big 8/10, only being held back from a higher score because despite being rightfully beloved by audiences, he never really had a major role again, getting a minor shout out in Big Boogey Adventure and… that’s it. I think Jack could have been a really entertaining reoccurring antagonist in the same vein as fwllow ensemble darkhorse Eris, but alas, it was not to be. Maybe if Underfist had been picked up he could have been brought back for that, but the fact is it just didn’t happen. Oh well, might as well appreciate what we got.

And that’s it for this batch of Halloween goodies. Halloween specials seem a lot less prevalent than Christmas specials, but they’re no less important or fun, and as you can see, they do produce at least mildly interesting villains, sometimes. If only they could produce a villain so devilishly Halloweenie that he could perfectly embody the spirit of the holiday…

Hey, what’s that at the bottom of the bag…

Wait… is that…

OH NO.

[the-sweetest-dragon]

Date Night

Pairing: Tim Drake x Stephanie Brown

Word Count: 1504

Summary: An anniversary gift almost too big to believe.

Warnings: None, just sickeningly sweet adorableness

AN: I didn’t almost have a panic attack writing this.  Nope, not at all.

Tags: @incorrectbatfamiliaquotes @audder17

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“Stephanie, our car leaves in ten minutes.  Are you almost finished getting ready?” Tim asks from behind the closed bathroom door.  Stephanie checks her makeup one last time before opening the door.  

“I’m coming, I’m coming.”  She opens the door and finds Tim sitting on their bed, hair somewhat rumpled and looking amazing, his dark suit complementing his pale complexion nicely.  Stephanie had made him get a haircut earlier in the week, since he couldn’t see out of his bangs and nearly ran into a wall last week.  His brown eyes catch her staring at him and he shoots her a cheeky smile, full of promise.  “Well, how do I look?” she asks, even though she already knows the answer.  

Stephanie turns slowly, her deep purple dress hugging her curves perfectly.  The dress plunges deeply and ends on her mid thigh.  Tim’s jaw drops; Stephanie has always been gorgeous, it’s nothing new.  But she never fails to astound him into silence with the pure beauty of her.  Her golden hair is pulled up into a careful bun, with a few curled tendrils framing her face perfectly, and Tim has to stop himself from pulling all the pins out of her hair to be able to freely run his fingers through it.  He knows that Stephanie is very out of his league, he’s made aware of that fact every time Conner hits on her.  Tim also knows that Stephanie is, to his astonishment, very in love with him, and he couldn’t be happier to know that fact.  

“Amazing,” he breathes out.  Stephanie feels her heart leap; this was her favorite part of getting dressed up.  Tim’s amazement over her was something she’d never get over.  She watches him pull himself back together with a smirk on her face.  He clears his throat.  “Ready now, marshmallow?”

Stephanie beams at the nickname, her insides doing a soft flip when Tim kisses her softly.  They leave the hotel, making sure to keep their key cards safe in Stephanie’s very small clutch.  Tomorrow is their eight year wedding-in-Vegas anniversary and Tim had decided to surprise Stephanie with a trip to Paris for a week.  During their stay, the Cinderella ballet would be performing at the Palais Garnier, an event that had been on Stephanie’s bucket list for many years.  Her excitement is through the roof at the moment, her fingers tapping against the leather seat of the car in eagerness.  Tim chuckles softly at the movement, knowing that her nervous jitters are partially due to the quiet atmosphere of the car.  

The wedding, the huge wedding that is, is set to happen in less than a month and Tim knew that Stephanie needs a break.  She’s been working very hard to make this the perfect event, and getting her to relax was a feat that was seldom accomplishable.  Between wedding preparations and patrol, Tim rarely saw her outside of the Manor.  This trip was a welcome escape from the craziness of Gotham and the pressures of society.  

Stephanie sighs softly and lays her head on Tim’s shoulder.  Her mind is going a mile a minute, making it impossible to settle into the comfort Tim gives her.  What if the dress doesn’t fit?  What if the flowers don’t arrive on time?  What if… What if… Stephanie clenches her eyes shut, trying to stop the stream of thoughts coursing through her mind.  This trip was supposed to relax her, but if anything it had only stressed her out more.  She wants to be able to relax, but life keeps getting in the way.  Stephanie feels Tim kiss the top of her head and a little bit of that tension she’s holding inside loosens slightly.  She sighs, grateful for Tim’s calmness for a moment.

“We’re here,” he whispers softly.  Stephanie turns her head toward the opera house and let out a soft gasp.  She knows the Palais Garnier was beautiful, but she had never imagined it to be so breathtaking.  The architecture alone was gorgeous, with columns lining the entryway.  The detailing that was put into such a building must have taken years upon years to create.

Stephanie turns to Tim with a grin on her face.  Tim is looking back at her with love and adoration in his dark eyes.  Stephanie leans forwards and connects their lips, surprising Tim slightly.  He quickly warms to the kiss, cupping her cheeks in his hands and gently tracing the curve of her jaw.  She nips at his bottom lip before pulling back with a crooked smile.

“I still can’t believe you managed to get tickets for this.  It’s always sold out!”  Tim watches the giddiness enter her once again, happy that’s she’s happy.

“Anything for my marshmallow.”

As they left the car, Tim makes sure to keep a hand on Stephanie’s waist, as to not lose her in the crowd.  They enter the theater and he hears a soft gasp from beside him.  Tim looks towards Stephanie, catching her admiring the elaborate chandeliers and paintings of the grand entrance.  Tim guides her towards their seats, and they wait for the ballet to begin.  Soft whispers can be heard all around them, but Tim chooses to ignore whatever they’re saying in French to concentrate fully on Stephanie.  The look of wonder hasn’t left her face; she glances around, taking in the grandness of it all.  Tim smiles, knowing he did a good job bringing her here.  Stephanie, despite having lived with Bruce Wayne for many years, still found fancy things exciting and Tim would be lying if he didn’t say that he loved her even more for it.  It kept him humble, which is always a good thing when growing up with money.  

Slowly, the lights go down and a hush goes over the crowd.  The dancers appear and Stephanie sits completely still for the next few hours.  Her eyes rarely leave the stage, watching with rapt attention as the dancers tell the story of Cinderella and her trials to escape her home.  She catches Tim wiping away tears near the end and reaches for his hand, which he willingly gives for her to squeeze softly.

Once the ballet is well and truly over, Tim and Stephanie sit quietly in the car, waiting for the traffic to slow.  Paris is lovely at this time of night; the Eiffel Tower lit up from within, nearly shining brighter than the stars.  Stephanie has her head pressed against the window of the car, trying to spot the Big Dipper and failing slightly.  The lights of the city made looking at the stars nearly impossible.  She feels Tim shift in his seat next to her, and she turns her attention back to him.  His bow-tie hangs loosely around his neck and the top few buttons of his dress shirt are undone, giving her a view of his prominent collar bones.  Tim has always been a bit boney, and age had only made it more noticeable.  Stephanie catches the hint of worry in his brown eyes and tilts her head questioningly.  

“Did you enjoy it?” Tim nervously asks.  Stephanie smiles and lays her left hand on his chest, right where his heart beats quickly.  She can’t help but laugh softly.  He plans amazing trips and surprises, but still is unsure.  Silly man.

“Of course I enjoyed it Timmy.  Why wouldn’t I?”  Stephanie raises a delicate brow.  Tim shrugs and places his hand over hers on his chest.  “You’ve always planned lovely surprises for me, this one isn’t any different.  Thank you for an amazing anniversary.”

Tim smiles softly, lifting Stephanie’s hand to his lips, planting soft kisses against her scarred knuckles.  Stephanie has many scars, several of which are covered by her stunning dress.  Each tells a part of his story, and he wouldn’t change her for the world.  He’s seen her at her worst, just as she has seen him in the throes of depression and desperation.  There wasn’t a thing in the world that would keep them apart.  

Tim leans over Stephanie, grabbing an unopened bottle of champagne.  He opens it with a small amount of difficulty, causing Stephanie to laugh at the sheer awkwardness of his movements.  With a grimace, he pours two glasses of the bubbly liquid into glasses that were sitting near the bottle.  He hands Stephanie one, keeping the other for himself and raises his slightly in a toast.  Stephanie copies his gesture, smiling widely at him.  

“Here’s to many more years of complete, and utter happiness with the love of my life.”  Stephanie gently taps her glass against Tim’s, happy beyond belief to be here with him in this car, in the city of love and lights.  She couldn’t have asked for a better fiance, or a better anniversary.  Her life is finally becoming she could be proud of, and she’s ready to live it to the best of her ability.  This life, these moments, are worth living as long as he is beside her and smiling.  

“I can drink to that darling.”