#sasha replies to stuff

[comickergirl]

Did you see they cast milly Alcock as kara? Curious if you like the idea!

I did see that!

I'm admittedly not really familiar with Alcock, but I'm interested to see her version of Kara! (I'll also admit that my general feelings on all the DC movie/Superman Legacy news is: 'okay, seems cool' but I *am* going to be insufferably particular about Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow, as it's easily one of my favorite comics, so anything less than a perfect adaptation is simply unacceptable.) (I'm kidding.) (Mostly. XD)

[powderpinkprincess]

Irresponsible [Lando Norris x reader]

description: Lando has an irrational fear of a cab driver kidnapping you once- Or something like that.

Lando usually didn’t mind when you went out without him. You had your own group of friends in Monaco, and as long as your best friend, Sasha was there, Lando didn’t worry much. He really liked her because she was nice and responsible even when she drank, keeping you away from trouble.

What he did mind, however, was you taking a cab home alone. It didn’t matter how safe Monaco was or how many times you had done it before - just the thought of you, possibly even drunk, sitting in the back of a stranger’s car made his stomach twist. What if the driver wasn’t who they seemed? What if something happened, and he wasn’t there? Lando knew it was probably just in his head, but that didn’t make it any easier. It was the one thing he hated about your nights out - waiting for that text saying you were home safe, hoping that nothing had gone wrong.

At least now that Lando finally had a whole week at home, he didn’t have to worry about that, and he could just pick you up himself. Besides training, he still had tons of work to do on his laptop, so he was busy, but he was available.

He didn’t mute his phone when he went to sleep as he usually did, so you could reach him whenever you wanted. However, when you left you noticed how exhausted he looked, so you didn’t want to bother him. At 2 a.m. you were more than ready to leave, and that was when you noticed your credit card was almost empty. You had two credit cards, one to use in your day-to-day life and another one for clubbing.

You didn’t want to wake Lando, but eventually you had to. He was fast asleep when his phone rang. He picked it up half asleep when he saw your number come up. Sitting up, he wiped his eyes and yawned. “Hey babe, is everything okay?”

 “Uhm, hi, sorry to wake you up,” you started.

 “No, no,” he said, slowly coming to his senses. “It's okay,” he added with a yawn. “What is it, love?”

 “Could you maybe send some money to my blue card?” you sighed. Lando knew exactly what you meant as he used the same method when going out. If the card got lost or stolen, it was a much better situation when it was not the majority of your money disappearing.

Lando stifled a sigh as he turned the light on. “Why, did you forget to transfer money again?” he asked while he opened the bank app on his phone. Lando was a bit annoyed at you for being careless with your stuff again, but he sent some money to you anyway.

 “I’m sorry,” you replied, noticing the tone of his voice immediately.

 “Don’t apologize, just try to pay attention the next time.” He suppressed another yawn. “Are you guys going to stay out?”

 “No, I was just about to call a cab,” you explained.

He was silent for a minute, then you could hear the soft ruffling of the sheets as he moved. “Why didn’t you call me before? I would have come to pick you up.”

 “Cause you needed rest,” you mumbled. You knew he didn’t like it when you took a cab, so you expected the question.

 “Well, I'm up now, so I don't think it matters anyway,” Lando said with a hint of sarcasm. “I would have come to pick you up at any time for you, love, you know that,” he added, trying to sound sincere. He didn't want to pick a fight now that he was awake, but it was a bit of a sensitive spot for him. Lando didn't like that you would just jump into a car with a stranger. He worried about your safety more than you realised.

 “I know,” you sighed.

There was a brief silence on the line. Lando knew you were being considerate by not calling him earlier, yet he couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated. He wanted to voice that but held back, knowing it would lead to a pointless argument. “Where are you, anyway?” he asked instead.

  “At Aurora. We're still inside at the smoking area cause it's quiet and warm here,” you added. “Why?”

 “Just wondering. Aurora is on the other side of the city, and at this time of night I'd rather not send you in a random cab,” Lando replied, his concern growing. “Are the girls with you?”

 “Yes, they are. But you really don't need to come,” you pushed.

Lando knew you were trying to not bother him, but he also knew that this was pointless to argue about. Besides, he would be restless if he just stayed home now that he was up. “I'm coming,” he said with a finality in his voice.

 “Baby…” you sighed.

Lando was already getting up and putting on some clothes. “Stop protesting, Y/N. Half of the cab drivers barely even speak English here,” he retorted. “You’ve been drinking, you’re wearing that small dress, and you’re- You’re not going to call a cab. Just stay inside. I’ll be there soon.”

For a moment, you didn’t know how to reply. You could hear the frustration in his voice, but it somehow warmed your heart. “I love you,” you spoke eventually.

 “Love you, too. See you at the club,” he added before he ended the call.

He didn’t know how to explain what he felt. It was just that- So many things in his life could be taken away within a second. And he barely had anything stable to hold onto, considering how much he had to travel. He knew what people and social media were capable of, and he was just so afraid of you getting hurt. You’ve been dating over three years now, so his followers knew who you were, and he was also aware that people didn’t always have good intentions.

Twenty minutes later he was parked outside the club. He called you, so you quickly grabbed your belongings, hugged the girls goodbye, and then hurried to his car. You sat in and closed the door behind yourself.

Lando winced at the sound. “Hey, careful.”

He had taught you not to smack the door of his car, but apparently you were too drunk to notice or remember.

 “Oh, sorry,” you bit on your lip when you realized what you had done.

You checked your phone to see the time, and that was when you saw the notification of your bank application. You frowned and checked your account. Lando sent you money despite that he decided to pick you up, but you only expected an amount that would cover a cab ride. You huffed when you saw the numbers.

 “Baby, I wanted to call a cab for a ride home, not to buy the driver with the car,” you glanced at your boyfriend, who had just started the engine.

 “Consider it as a precaution,” he replied, his eyes never leaving the road as he started driving. He was still a little frustrated. “Better safe than sorry. And you know I don’t like you being in cabs with strangers at night.”

 “I know, but this is extensive. Did you think I’d have to pay a ransom for myself or what?” you sighed. “You know I have my own money, right? Just not on this card.”

 “I know,” he said, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “But sometimes you can be irresponsible when it comes to money, like leaving your card behind or not checking your balance,” he said, recalling past incidents.

You just hummed. That was right.

 “Besides, this most likely wouldn’t be enough for a ransom,” he added.

 “I was just joking,” you mumbled. He wasn’t in a funny mood tonight.

 “I know,” Lando sighed. He stepped on the break at a red light and looked at you. “Y/N, I don’t even know how to approach this anymore. I’m not saying that I would pick you up because I’m trying to be nice. I’m saying it because I’d much rather pick you up by myself than wait until some creep kidnaps you. I know, you’re a strong, independent woman, but can’t you just let me have it my way for once?”

Your eyes widened slightly at his words. “No one is going to kidnap me.”

 “Y/N,” he pressed. “Please. Seriously.”

You couldn’t force back a small smile. Even though he could annoy you to death by being overprotective sometimes, he was still very cute.

 “Okay,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. Meanwhile, the light has turned green again.

 “Okay?” he glanced at you again quickly before looking back at the road.

 “Yeah. Okay.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed and he sent you a small smile back. Oh, how you loved him.

[ilovetvgirlmorethanyou]

PAIRINGS! ✩ — plug!connie x nerd!fem!reader

WARNINGS! ✩ — boob stuff but that’s it!

NEW THINGS

you’ve heard of connie springer a lot. around the university campus he was the one to contact if you were feeling a little stressed.

“baby you look like you haven’t slept in weeks!” your roommate sasha exclaims as she walks into your dorm eyeing you as you pace around. you shake your head and try and calm down.

“bro i just had my bio test… nothing went right for sure” you stress as you wave your hand away. she rolls her eyes and puts her hands on your shoulders keeping you in place.

“i’m sure it went fine. what you need right now is sleep” she responds giving you a smile but you shake your head again.

“no what i need is some weed. and desperately” you mutter. you’ve never been one to do drugs or even consider it in any sort. however being a biology major meant that that test was everything to you. because of it, you hadn’t slept in days and your head was pounding because of the pain.

sasha raises her eyebrows and places her hands in her pockets as she looks at you in confusion. “really now? weed? since when?”

“sasha.” you deadpan and she rolls her eyes.

“fine fine fine! i know a guy that can get you some since you want it so bad” she replies as she walks to her bed and gets her phone which was charging. she picks it up and texts somebody and you walk over to her. you place your chin on her shoulder as she texts buzz cut man.

“buzz cut man?” you question and she laughs.

“it’s just because he has a buzz cut.” you nod as she puts her phone away. “he said he’ll come here and drop some off.

“wait. does he know i’m the one who wants it? or does he think its you?” sasha raises her eyebrow at your question as she walks towards the door.

“why would i tell him it’s me? i didn’t say your name but he knows i have a roommate” she grins and winks at you. “you know he’s single, go for it”

you blush and shake your head quickly. “sasha i don’t even know this guy!”

she shrugs and waves goodbye. “you’ll see. bye baby”

you wave back and sit in your desk chair waiting for the delivery. you fidget eagerly not really knowing what to expect.

connie was hanging out with his friends eren, armin, and jean in eren’s dorm talking about the randomest things coming to mind.

“okay top 3 baddest clients” jean asked eren as he rubbed his hands thinking.

“yo this is gonna be hard… i gotta go with… mikasa, mikasa, and lowkey mikasa” he nods and connie chuckles.

“you put a lot of thought into it huh?” he asks as he takes a puff from his blunt. eren shrugs and nods.

“only one i need to be thinking about. what ‘bout you con?” eren asks as he leans back against the wall.

connie shakes his head and passes the blunt to armin who examines it before taking a puff.

“no one’s been memorable like that to me” he shrugs and hears a ding from his phone.

fatass: con my roommate wants some weed. can u come ovr and give her some please

“an order?” armin asks as he passes the blunt back to connie who takes it as armin continues doing his homework.

“yeah sasha asked me to get some for her roommate” connie responds and gets up from eren’s desk chair. he daps everybody goodbye as he leaves the room.

luckily for you, connie had some extra weed in his pocket and he slowly makes his way to your dorm.

he knocks on your door and you jump from your chair. you open the door and connie stands there for a moment as his cheeks turn slightly red.

“you’re connie right?” you ask as you push up your glasses and scratch your calf with your other foot. he smiles oh so slightly and nods.

“yeah yeah you’re sash’s roommate?”

you nod and open the door wide. “come in!” you suddenly realize how open you sound, you close the door a little bit. “or not.. i don’t really know how this works.”

connie shakes his head a little and pushes the door open with his hand revealing his inked fingers. he eyes you up and down taking a mental picture of your outfit.

“nah ill come in,” he smirks and walks in. “no shoes right?” he asks as he closes the door behind him. you nod and sit in the desk chair with your knees up to your chest. he leans against the desk across from you and smiles a bit. “never done this before?”

you shake your head and grab your knees a little tighter to your chest. “lately i’ve been a little stressed so i kinda want some…”

he nods and pulls out some weed from his pocket. “i’ll teach you how to roll”. he grabs some wood and begins. “aren’t you that smarty pants that always gets 100 on everything?”

you purse your lips and roll your eyes. “is that the only distinction you have of me?” he looks at you giving him attitude and finds it intriguing. he chuckles and shrugs.

“i mean you’ve never introduced yourself to me and i’ve never even met you ‘til today hermosa”. you smile at his response and shrug as you stand up.

“well you’ve never introduced yourself either,”

he nods and stands up straight as he finishes rolling up your weed. he gets a lighter from his pocket and lights it up. he hands it to you and smiles. “connie, nothin’ else you need to know for right now baby” he replies as he grins.

you take the blunt and take a puff as you cough a little and he laughs. “i’ll get used to it,” you grab a twenty dollar bill and hand it to him. he takes it and puts it in your pocket. you feel a jolt from his touch as he slowly pulls his hand away.

“nah you keep it for this time” you raise your eyebrows at him. “next time though i’ll be expecting double” he says as he winks. you laugh and shake your head.

you sit down on your desk chair and stare at him as you take another puff. you admire the henley he has on with his sleeves rolled up showing his tats. his short black hair with some blonde in it. his gold chain and baggy jeans sitting on his black socks well. he looks around your dorm with fascination as he sets his eyes on a poster above your head of tv girl.

“tv girl huh?” he asks as he walks over to your bed. honestly you had expected him to leave by now and truth be told he usually did. it was unusual that he was staying let alone even entered the dorm.

“yeah they’re my favorite,” you answer as you spin in your chair. “know them?” you ask and he shakes his head. he pulls out his phone and unbeknownst to you he pulls up tv girl on spotify and adds all their songs to a seperate playlist.

he nods after he puts his phone away and walks towards the door. your heart stops for a bit wanting for him to stay.

“going so soon?” you ask and he turns around slightly.

“don’t want me to?” he asks as he winks at you again. you roll your eyes in response and wave him away.

“bye springer” he waves goodbye and opens the door while putting his shoes back on.

the past few weeks, connie’s been dropping in your dorm regularly, either with food or gossip or even both. sometimes he comes in and asks for help on tutoring even though he knows good and well it’s just to see you smile at him when he gets a question right.

he didn’t know about these new feelings he’d acquired. why every time he walked in he would gleam at the sight of you studying or even sitting on your bed staring at the wall across from you. why he would glance twice whenever you bent over to grab something from the floor. why every time you talked about something that particularly interested you he was there just to watch your eyes twinkle. why whenever you accidentally backed up to him (which was more times than it should be), he’d instinctively grab your hips but then quickly realize something was sticking up and it wasn’t his hands.

“no hermosa you have to come to the party with me,” connie begged as you shook your head. “it’s not even a party party it’s just a lil hang out with some of my homeboys y’know? sasha’ll be there and so will i” he says as he wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh.

“i’ll see, let me just finish this assignment” you respond as you sit in your desk chair staring at your computer. connie puts his hands on your shoulders behind you and rubs them soothingly. you roll your shoulders back and connie catches the movement with a smirk.

“need some motivation pretty? hmm?” he asks as he continues rubbing your shoulders then drops it to your arms.

you stop typing and you can feel your heart in your chest. “hmm?” you ask as you feel his warm breath near your ears.

“let me make you feel good princessa…” he asks in a slow tone. “please.. i’ve been holding in for too long baby” he drops his tone to a begging undertone as he drops to his knees and spins your chair to face him.

“connie..?”

“baby…”

you spread your legs open slightly as you push your glasses up and smile slightly. he grins and takes his hands and rubs it up and down your thighs.

“mm i could get used to these” he mutters as he slides his hands up and down and then up to your waist. he rubs it as he slides his hands under your shirt. “hermosa take it off” usually you don’t comply as quick as that but for him? please.

you slowly take off your shirt above your head and throw it away somewhere in your room. you smile and look at him with lust mixed with love.

he widens his eyes as he trails his eyes from yours to your breasts. “no bra?” he asks and you shake your head.

“i was supposed to be here alone”

he grins and shrugs. “ay i’m not complaining” he starts to trace his fingers up and down your waist until he goes up to the tips of your breasts and fondles it. “mmm” he quickly goes and places one in his mouth and with the other he continues to twiddle and play with it while giving you direct eye contact.

you grip the edges of your desk chair as you heave in and out. “con…”

he places his free hand to cover your mouth as he lets go of your breast from his mouth with a pop. his saliva drags from his lips to your chest.

“no talking pretty.. been waiting too long for this” he reaches for your waistband and starts tugging slightly. you get up slightly and allow him permission as you wiggle out of your pants. only left with your panties you expect to take them off too and when you try, he puts his hands on yours. “mm mm no”

he places two fingers on your clothed pussy and raises his eyebrows. “hmm” he puts your legs on his shoulders and places his head closer in between your thighs.

“what are you doing?” you ask with fear as you furrow your eyebrows with confusion but intrigue as he licks his lips slowly and grins.

“giving you a stress reliever sweets, my tongue is like weed”

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere V Tuber X G/N Reader

I had no idea people would like my fic! I thought I'd have a go at another:3 If anyone else has any suggestions on yanderes or writing technics let me know! -Jay<3

Trigger warnings! Yandere behaviour, Obsessive behaviour, Implied Yandere has a bad relationship with food, Yandere collapses. I believe that's everything but let me know if I've missed anything please!

🎮So a yandere popular girl....who isn't actually popular in real life but she's got tuns of followers online!

🎮Yandere V Tuber known for playing RPG's, Dating Sims or a horror game here or there! Though she never seems to get scared...how funny.

🎮 Yandere V Tuber who's Sona is just so cute! It matches her bubbly personality and cuties voice! (You would never know she streams from a room covered in rubbish and dusty anime figures)

🎮 Yandere V Tuber who doesn't leave her room let alone her home so making ends meet is a struggle sometimes. She doesn't have a choice but to get a roommate for her flat.

🎮 That's were you come in! Living in the wealthier part of the city is nice but you couldn't possibly afford to have a place all by yourself. So when you see a nice apartment right in the heart of the city with reasonable rent ,now how could you possibly say no?

🎮 When you meet Yandere V Tuber you're surprised to say the least. I mean she's cute but She's like L from Death note core.

🎮 Yandere V Tuber who has only three rules

1. Never go in her room, ever.

2. Don't open her packages.

3. If you hear her talking in her room don't come in.

Easy right? :3

It would be and till one day you notice there's been no sign of her. Usually there's dirty clothes in the washing machine but there's been nothing! Sure she could of washed it herself...but you doubt it.

'Knock' 'knock'. That was the only sound to be heard ,"Hello? Sasha?" You call out to no reply. The anxiety in you rises, you hardly talked to her but she seemed sweet enough to worry if something happened. You gently creak open the door to see her lying on the floor. She tripped and hit her head, you rushed over checking her pulse.

🎮 When Yandere V Tuber wakes up she's in hospital. The doctor said she'll be okay but needs to eat more. When asked who found her ,she's just mortified to find out that her roommate found her. You must think she's a slob! (She kind of is)

🎮 Yandere Yandere V Tuber who's so surprised to come home to a warm meal and her room tidied. You had felt so bad about not being able to visit her due to work that you cleaned all her surfaces, it felt too invasive to clean inside anything,(and you would of found some...interesting things) and made her dinner!

🎮 Yandere V Tuber never felt so cared for! She was raised by the internet basically so a real person asking her about her life, it felt nice. She ate every last bite and even helped clean up! She talked to you the whole time, you didn't know she could be so chatty.

🎮 What you didn't know was when you went to your room, Yandere V Tuber stalks all your socials. Sure you had already told her half of the stuff she sees but who are theses people you're hanging around? They don't look worthy enough to be with you. (She's so petty)

🎮Yandere V Tuber who steps up her game internally, streaming every other day instead of random bursts. Merch and events were released as well! All of her fans loved this change, thinking her mental healths improved.

🎮What they didn't know was Yandere V Tuber was only doing this to capitalise her image. She never forgot how you couldn't afford to visit her in hospital and she can't let that happen again. Now she knows how wonderful you are you need to be able to stay by her side!

🎮 Yandere V Tuber who spends the days she's not streaming with you. Usually she makes you watch shows with her. "You see that character (name)? Their voice actor was on my stream last night! Isn't that fun? Aren't you proud of me?"

🎮Yandere V Tuber who manages to convince you to get a tracking app on your phone. "My job is so public (name)! It's just for worse case scenario! What if someone finds out my identity?I won't even look at it!" (That's a total lie by the way.)

🎮 Yandere V Tuber who could just burst when you fall asleep on her shoulder. She definitely tells her chat all about you.

"Hiya Chat! My crush complemented my outfit today! Oh I never want to take it off! I'll wear it forever! Kidding... obviously..heheh."

[morgluvsconnie]

VOW, a.arlert

↜ CHAP.2 / humiliation , language / CHAP.3

A/N / SORRY for the wait i was figuring out a buncha tingz butttt here u go, this is kinda short??? but it’s like tensional so…? ENJOY BB

“who the new girl?”

a grey haired guy said, looking back at you and sasha. he sat in a bean bag across from a brown haired guy who was doing the same.

then there was eren and ony, who were too focused on whatever game they were playing on the console to care about you and sasha walking in. they were also the only ones you knew, their names, to be exact.

“don’t be fuckin rude, connie.” sasha rolled her eyes, grabbing a drink from the cooler and tossing you one. “this is y/n, my friend.”

there was another girl that sat in erens lap who looked back at you for a few seconds before letting out a small laugh and looking back at the big screen.

“wassup.” connie glanced at you once more before scoffing at sasha.

“she’s in our group now.” sasha shrugged, plopping down on a couch beside who you figured was armin. you sat on the other side of sasha awkwardly, sipping your margarita.

“we don’t need new people, sasha.” you heard mikasa from erens lap. you quirked a brow and looked at sasha, internally asking her ‘why?’

“she’s kidding.” you mumbled back after a long silence of everyone awkwardly looking at you.

mikasa once again, looked at you with her mouth parted a little like she was gonna say something, but eren squeezing her thigh a little made her be quiet.

looking at sasha once more, who just gave you a reassuring pat on the back, you sat back and crossed your arms, your drink still in your hand.

“mikasa, stop bein rude.” the blonde guy, you’d forgotten all about, said from beside you as he noticed the uncomfortable look on your face. mikasa stayed quiet and shook her head without turning back around.

what a way to greet a new friend.

“she just mad because eren was talking to somebody else.” that brown haired guy said, mikasa shot him a rude glare and rolled her eyes.

eren only scoffed with a small smile, rubbing mikasas waist.

‘what a dick dummy’ you thought to yourself, squinting at the way eren didn’t even try to defend himself. and the way she didn’t care.

“sorry about them, they’re fuckin stupid.” armin looked at you, holding out his hand. “armin.”

you shook his hand, “y/n,” you replied while looking back at him. “basketball team, right?” you tilted your head. armin only laughed a little, shifting on the couch and putting his arm on the head rest behind you.

“yeah, sum like that.” he looked at eren.

eren glanced back at him, slowly shaking his head and smiling.

“right.” you looked back down at your phone, playing with it as it rested on your lap.

armin looked at you for a moment before taking his arm off of the head rest and clearing his throat. “so…” he trailed off, trying to think of what to say.

“cant hold a conversation?”

“it’s hard.”

“ironic.”

“how?”

you looked at armin for a second. “no basketball player at this school struggles holding a conversation. just you.” you teased a little.

armin rolled his eyes and laughed softly.

“nah, i only talk to people i like.”

he paused. “as a friend.”

“so we’re friends.” you said, a semi impressed look on your face.

armin smiled a little with a smug shrug. “maybe.”

you slowly nodded with raised brows. “funny.”

“are we?”

“sure.”

armin turned towards you a little. “okay. how come i never see you nowhere?”

you looked up to think. “i��� don’t talk to people. like crowds and stuff, i’m by myself most of the time so.” you shrugged, not wanting to sound corny.

you then continued, “even sasha had to convince me to come here. and you see where that led me, shit.” you glanced over to mikasa.

armin shook his head. “she acts like that all the time, ain’t nothing wrong for real.”

you scoffed. “right. just bad vibes for no reason, right?”

“that’s wit everybody.” armin looked at mikasa, slowly shaking his head. “but she been through some shit so you can’t hold that against her.”

you looked to the side, not wanting to hear that average excuse.

armin, who’d immediately noticed your quietness, caught onto that and decided to stop talking about it.

“but why talk about other people when it’s us talking?”

you nodded with a small smile. “okay, what made you look at me earlier?” you asked with genuine interest. “like, i know sometimes people just scan classrooms, but you was full on staring.” you laughed a little.

he knew exactly why he stared. but he obviously couldn’t say. “interest.” he tilted his head back a little.

“in me?”

“about you.” he paused. “maybe in you.”

you found yourself starting to smile, looking away only to find sasha looking right back at you.

as her words from the hallways started to cloud your mind, you looked at armin. “you don’t got a girlfriend, do you?”

armin just shook his head. and you nodded.

“you got a boyfriend?”

“i wouldn’t be here right now if i had one.”

“really?” he frowned at you. “that’s surprising. look at you.”

before you could even reply, you were cut off by connie who looked back at you and armin. “look at armin tryna get some pussy!” he laughed, along with a few others laughing.

“chill connie.” ony nudged connie, looking at you two. “this a damn idiot, don’t worry bout him.” he said to you.

you awkwardly nodded, immediately feeling uncomfortable with the group.

eren whispered something to connie before connie bursted into laughter, covering his mouth with his fist and looking at armin, pointing. “that’s fucked up!”

armin started to smile, but finally seeing the look on your face, he stopped.

your eyes trailed the group as everyone looked at you. not only were you confused, as fuck, but embarrassed.

“i really don’t know what’s so fucking funny.” you heard sasha say, standing up and staring at everyone. “i mean, what’s the punchline? eren, you invited her. don’t know why the fuck you’re laughing.”

eren rolled his eyes, turning around.

“and connie, you’re an asshole anyway, so i don’t expect anything less.”

you stayed silent, moving away from armin as your eyes drifted to the ground. that caught his attention and he looked at you. “they’re just-”

“can we go home?” you stood up, sitting your drink down on the floor.

“come on, it’s a joke.” connie muttered, shaking his head.

“connie.” jean squinted.

“there is no joke.” sasha frowned at connie.

“armin wanting her pussy? it’s a big joke.” mikasa raised her brows, eren and connie letting out a small laugh.

“mikasa, shut up.” jean glared at mikasa, immediately catching the attention of eren. “the fuck?” eren squinted, putting his controller down.

“eren be for real, mikasas rude as fuck but you’re too pussy whipped to care.” jean smacked his lips. “shit ain’t brand new.”

as jean and eren went back and forth, you sighed, starting towards the door. beneath your knowledge, armin was right behind you. you went to the kitchen to calm yourself down, leaning over the counter.

“you good?”

the sound of armins voice made you jump a little and you put your hand over your chest, exhaling loudly. “would you be?” you asked after turning towards him with an obvious expression.

armin leaned on the counter, crossing his arms and looking at you.

“my bad.” he started. “about them.”

you stayed silent, letting armin speak, but it seemed like that was all he had to say. “your friends.” you mumbled, looking away from him.

“they don’t act like that all the time. really.”

“so that’s just because i’m around. okay.” you were gonna walk out of the kitchen but armin stopped you.

“you’re not the problem. they’re just fuckin stupid when they’re drunk and high and shit.” he admitted, deep down hoping you’d believe it.

you sighed, trying to clear your mind. “ion mind you apologizing for your friends, but don’t make excuses for them. or yourself.”

armin frowned. “myself?”

“whatever was so funny, you’re in on it. that’s why connie pointed at you.” you pursed your lips. “that’s why you smiled.”

armin inhaled a little and quickly shook his head. “no. no, it was awkward.” he tried to explain.

you bit the inside of your cheek and stared into his eyes, trying to find any source of lying behind them. but it was like a shield. covering up the whole truth or anything leading to it.

you just gave up and shook your head. “okay.”

armin just watched you check your phone and look back up at him. “it’s late anyway, i might as well go home now.” you said.

he nodded.

before you turned to leave, you looked back at him.

“oh, and that joke connie made? i really hope that’s not all you were eyeing me for. i see potential in you, armin.” you said, in hope that he’d let that sink in.

he nodded again.

“it’s not.”

[sherewrytes]

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝓒 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻

Summary: You were tired of your plug always being a weirdo and never having what you wanted so you begged Sasha for her plug, Connie.

warnings: mature scenes, smut, weed smoking.

Your day had started with frustration. Your regular weed plug had bailed on you last minute, leaving you scrambling for options. Frustrated and in need of a break from the stress of finals, you turned to Sasha for help.

She was the one who always seemed to have a solution for everything, especially when it came to sourcing the good stuff.

"Sasha, my plug flaked on me. Can you hook me up with yours?" you texted, hoping for a quick response.

Her reply was almost instantaneous. "No worries! I'll set you up with Connie. He's legit and his stuff is fire. You'll like him."

With Sasha's recommendation in mind, you agreed to meet Connie later that evening. Nervous anticipation mingled with relief as you headed to the rendezvous spot. It wasn't long before you saw him pull up—a sleek, tinted matte black G-Wagon with red rims.

Connie rolled down his window as you approached, his presence commanding yet surprisingly relaxed. You exchanged brief introductions, and then he handed you the baggies of Trainwreck and OG Kush.

The Weeknd's "Shameless" softly played in the background, adding a touch of atmosphere to the exchange.

You couldn't help but smile at the coincidence or perhaps the intention behind the music choice, giving Connie a small giggle of appreciation before you paid him and walked away.

Unbeknownst to you, Connie lingered a moment longer, his eyes tracing your figure appreciatively. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt from the first moment he laid eyes on you. His mind raced with thoughts of wanting to get to know you beyond this transaction.

Back in your apartment, you rolled up and settled in to unwind. Connie's image lingered in your mind—not just his looks, but the energy he exuded. He was undeniably attractive, but the idea of getting involved with your weed dealer gave you pause. With finals weighing heavily on your mind, romantic entanglements were the last thing on your agenda.

Meanwhile, Connie couldn't shake off the impression you had left on him. He swung by Sasha's place, unable to contain his curiosity and desire to know more about you.

"Why didn't you introduce me to Y/N sooner?" he asked Sasha, his tone laced with both annoyance and amusement. "She's fine as hell."

Sasha rolled her eyes playfully, catching onto Connie's newfound interest. "Didn't think you were looking for more than just a business connection, Connie. But if you're into her, go for it."

Connie's mind was made up. He wanted to see where this could go with you, beyond just being your weed supplier. He started texting you more frequently, not just about weed but about everything and anything. You found yourself enjoying the conversations, his easygoing nature calming your nerves amidst the chaos of exams.

But as finals approached, your responses became sporadic. Connie noticed the change and it bothered him more than he expected. He pressed Sasha for information, needing to understand why you seemed distant.

"Y/N's got finals," Sasha explained, trying to appease his curiosity. "She's buried in books right now. Give her some space."

Connie thought to himself that both your lives were so different, his just a guy on the street trying to make it to the next day and you a girl in university studying for your dream career.

It made him feel a bit insecure, but he didn't let it stress him too much.

He bounced from Sasha's spot back to Ony's crib, where the air was thick with smoke and the vibes were chill. Eren, Jean, and Ony were deep into their game, but Connie's mind kept drifting back to you. Even as he tried to get into the flow of the game, he found himself constantly checking his phone, hoping for a message from you.

But all he saw was your latest IG story—a real moment, you looking stressed AF, tears welling up as you spilled about the pressure of finals.

It hit him deep, reminding him of the gap between both your lives, yet making him respect your hustle even more.

The evening after your last final, you heard a knock at your door. You weren't expecting anyone and felt a twinge of curiosity. Opening the door, you were greeted by Connie, looking as cool and confident as ever.

He held a couple of bags, one from Diesel, Von Dutch and another from Jacquemus, and a grin that made your heart skip a beat. The scent of your favorite takeout wafted through the air, making your stomach rumble.

"Hey, thought you might need a little celebration," he said, stepping inside and setting the bags on your coffee table.

You were wearing a burnt orange silk shorts set, the long sleeve cropped button-up highlighting your deeply melanated skin. Connie's eyes lingered a bit too long, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you kind of liked it.

"I can’t believe you did all this," you said, your voice soft with gratitude. "You didn’t have to."

Connie shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Figured you deserved it after all that hard work. Plus, I missed our chats."

You smiled, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the weed. "I missed them too."

"Don't just stare at them Ma open them up" Connie smiled while sitting on your couch and pulling you next to him. Connie was wearing his Essentials Sweatshirt paired with sweat shorts from FOG Essentials paired with beige Nike dunks.

You opened up the Von Dutch bag first to see a cute cropped tshirt. Then you reached for the Diesel bag, feelin' the excitement build. As you opened it, your eyes widened, and a grin spread across your face. Inside was the Diesel Fluffy iconic mini bag in pink and blue, lookin' all cute and stylish

"Oh my God, Connie! These are so cute!" you exclaimed, holdin' up the bags, your voice filled with joy.

"Yeah, I knew you’d like ‘em," Connie said with a proud smirk, leanin' back on the couch. "You deserve it, baby. Keep goin'. There's more."

You set the bag aside carefully and reached for the Jacquemus shopping bag. Inside, you found two Le Bob Artichaut hats, one in pink and one in blue denim. "No way! These are perfect!" you squealed, throwing your arms around him to hug him tightly.

"You really know how to spoil a girl, Connie. Thank you." you said with an ecstatic tone.

"Nah, you worth it. Gotta keep my girl lookin' fly," he replied, pullin' you closer. "Besides, it's fun seein' you happy like this."

You felt warm and loved, appreciatin' every moment. Connie always had a way of makin' you feel special, and today was no different.

Connie rolled up some blunts for you and him to smoke while you scrolled through your phone looking for some music to play since you usually like smoking to music sometimes. She pulled up Just me and you by Larry June & Ro James

Connie leaned back, taking a long drag before passing the blunt to you. "So, how's finals been treatin' you?" he asked, genuinely curious.

You sighed, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "They been kickin' my ass, to be honest. But I'm almost done. Just need to get through these last few days."

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "I feel that. You need a break, for real. That's why I brought all this." He gestured to the takeout and the Diesel, Von Dutch and Jacquemus bags he had set on the table.

You couldn't help but smile. "You really ain't have to do all this, Connie. But I appreciate it, for real."

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but there was a softness in his gaze. "Figured you deserved it after all that hard work. Plus, I missed our lil' chats."

You took another hit, feeling the tension of the past few weeks start to fade away. "I missed 'em too. You been good though?"

"Yeah, just been grindin' as usual," he said, his eyes flicking over your outfit again. "But I gotta say, you look real good tonight."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. "Thanks. I wasn't expectin' company, but I'm glad you're here."

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Wanted to. Plus, I threw in some new strain I been workin' on. Thought you'd like it."

You found yourself inching closer to him, the barrier between dealer and client blurring into something more personal, more intimate.

The warmth from the weed and Connie's presence made everything else fade into the background.

Eventually, the blunt burned down to a roach, and you both sat in a comfortable silence. Connie's arm rested behind you on the couch, and you leaned into him, feeling a sense of ease you hadn't felt in weeks.

"So, what you thinkin'?" he asked softly, his voice low and smooth paired with his low red eyes. Connie was eyeing you up and down next to him. The way he was looking at you, was turning you on. You were both staring into each each other's eyes

You turned away your head to break the eye contact, only to feel Connie's fingers on your jaw turning him back to him saying "I'm over here Ma, focus." You blushed a lil, trying to focus on him.

Connie smiled showing off his gold and diamond studded canine grillz. "You gon answer me, tell me what you're thinkin"

"Nothin' much Connie, just thinkin about the fact you already checkin for me heavy and we're just friends"

Connie didn't like when you referred to him as your friend because he wanted so much more. Connie brushed a hand across those cheeks " " I don't wanna be friends." He leans in reading your expression for confirmation before letting your lips meet for a slow deep kiss.

"Connie" you whispered against his lips. "Tell me what you want Ma and I'll give it to you. Just say it." Connie stared at your face taking in your features.

Connie pulled you onto his lap, your arms around his neck, his around your waist, one hand slowly sliding up your back to lightly grip your head to pull you into the kiss more.

You whimper and sqirm a bit when he lifts you up and places you right on the growing clothed erection.

While awaiting your answer, he began slowly kissing on your jaw and neck leaving marks. He pulled you as close as he can to his chest and pushing your head into his neck, encouraging you to mark him as yours.

"Tell me to stop or tell me you want this as bad as I do"

You stared at Connie,biting your lips trying to hold back your moans but you couldn't. You looked at him in his and begged "Please Connie"

Next thing you know, you were flat on your back on the couch with Connie slowly sliding down your burnt orange shorts down your thighs. "Fuck! you're soaking already." Connie sighed out with a husky tone.

The moment his mouth connected with your wnet pussy, you were seeing stars. Ofc you've had sex before, got eaten out before but not like this. Connie was easily going to become your best eater.

Connie was murmering to himself saying,

So fuckin wet Ma *slurp* Mine You taste so good

You felt his tatted fingers slide in and out of you,while his tongue licked you from your clit all the way down to you sopping entrance. It felt like the wetter you got, the more he ate. It was like he was licking up every drop you released.

Connie pushed his face deeper into your thighs while curling his fingers upward. The rhythm was in, up and out. Your legs tightened around his head while grinding against his face.

"Oh,God" you groaned "Oh, god. Connie, mm gonna"

Connie slipped his fingers out in favor of his tongue,dipping in and out of your cunt while his thumb rubbed firm cirlces against your clit.

Your body was shaking under him. He stared up at you. eyes red and filled with lust. A soft scream came out your mouth while your back arched off the couch and he never stopped. you heard him groan and smirk against you. When you finally came down off your orgasmic high. Connie stared at you and said "Bedroom now"

You stared at him and saw he he was serious so you jumped off the couch and walked to your room with Connie trailing behind you.

As soon as you entered your room. Connie picked you up and drop you on your bed. He came over you staring at you. You could see his face wet from your cum. You licked your lips and pulled him in for a kiss.

Connie undressed himself and you. connie stared at you for a brief moment while you take in his length. He had a pink tip, leaking pre and a thick vein running along the underneath.

You never had something that big before. Connie smirked and said "I'll go easy on you Ma. Promise."

You felt Connie pushed in slowly. stretching you out, your eyes widen a bit. You closed your eyes only to then feel Connie's hand sliding up your body and lightly gripping your jaw "Don't close your eyes. Look at me."

Connie fucked you deep and slow. obviously trying to get you used to his size. Tears wet the corner of your eyes. Connie leaned in and kissed him away saying " You can take it Ma. I know you can. Just say the word and I'll break you in so good."

"Con! Please" Please what y/n Fuck me! I am fucking you Connie! Harder

"You need it deeper Ma." Connie smirked and spread your legs wider then spread your pussy wider exposing your clit. He grinded himself against it with every hard thrust he gave you. You were screaming his name "Con you feel so good!"

"shit,pa—" you wailed, knuckles turning white with the strong grip you had against the bedsheet. "'s too much!"

You never been fucked so hard in your life. The way your bed screeched against the floor and your headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust he gave you it was ridiculous. You tried turning your head to the side to avoid looking into his eyes.

“Look at me while I fuck you.”

“c-connn” you teeth bit into your lip making it wet, you held in the grunt of pleasure leaning forward trying to catch your breath. Your mind barely comprehending the massive orgasm you felt coming. He was rutting into you like an animal, had you squirming under him.

he grunted, while licking and nipping at your jaw line," Come on Ma. Just take it. It's too good..." He started to thrust up into you making you yelp out

" right there mama?" "mhm hmm" you shook your head not wanting him to stop " come on baby use your words" "Yes Connie..right there!"

you were gripping the sheets and screaming, tongue out begging. " O-ohh fuckk babyyyy"

im gonna cum mama" he groaned into your head while kissing and sucking on your neck.

he grabbed your hand while his hand still gripped your jaw and his thumb rubbing against your cheek.

"cum inside mee" you purred

" y/n. dont say shit like that. You want my cum for real." You tried catching your breath but you barely got the words out from how deviously hard he was fucking you. "Yes Con. please."

His hips was ramming his cock in and out of you. You feared he'd break you the way he was fucking you. He rutted into you faster and harder. You could barely get a sound out of your throat

You felt yourself tighten and clenching his cock while you came, squirting on his hips and your chest. Connie was still rutting into you.

"Fuck y/n mm cumming" You felt Connie fill you up inside the sensation of it had your eyes rolling back and you cumming around his cock again.

Connie pulled it and watched his cum trickle down your thighs.

Connie felt like he was was on cloud nine. He felt like he shouldve asked you to be his girl first but things got a lil heated.

Connie pulled you off the bed and dragged you to your bathroom so you can both clean up and shower together.

[imsparky2002]

Conversation about Bigots

(Marc and Kiran are watching a cartoon together on the TV. Marc notices his little brother is looking rather down.)

Marc: You doing alright, Kir?

Kiran: Marc... what's a groomer?

(The older boy's face falls. He looks right at his brother and tries to keep his voice steady.)

Marc: W-where did you learn that word?

Kiran: Mr. Alec was doing a storytime at the bakery. He looked really cool, like someone from Nath's comics.

(Marc nodded, knowing that the drag story hour had gotten pretty popular with the kids, albeit with a few notable complainers. If it was the bakery that belonged to Marinette's grandpa, he was pretty sure he knew where this was going.)

Kiran: Mr. Roland. got really mad. He said something about Alec being a groomer. Then he yelled at him for being gay. I didn't get it. Alec wasn't hurting us!

(Marc sighs and pauses the TV.)

Marc: Kiran, you know how I love Nathaniel like how you love Sasha? And how some older girls love girls the way you love her? Like how Miss Bustier and Giselle are both mommies?

(Kiran nods)

Marc: Well, there are some people who don't like this. They think that queer people are trying to change kids to be like them, trying to do bad stuff to them. They're afraid and don't like things are different. But you have to understand, people like me are not groomers. We're just trying to live our lives.

Kiran: I know, but why couldn't he see we were happy? He made us all feel really scared.

Marc: Because people like him are very hard to reason with. If he ever tries to say stuff like that again, tell me or Mom and Dad, ok? Or tell Marinette's parents. Trust me, they know how to deal with him.

Kiran: Ok, Marc. I promise!

(He hugs his little brother, holding him tight.)

Hope you enjoy this little thing I made for Pride Month. As you can see, I despise Roland. Lemme know your thoughts. Make sure to reblog and reply. @booksrbetterthanpeople @nerdy-chocomallow @msweebyness

[thegrandlinesimp]

lol mine and my brother’s cats do the same thing, but our mum’s German Shepherd has none of it and gives them a sharp bark if they keep her up

It’s hilarious when - in the dead of night - you’re laying in bed when you hear cats meowing and scampering about on wooden/tiled floor, followed by a firm, deep woof, then lots of scampering sounds and finally, pure silence

It’s the middle of the night and my cats think it’s a time to play, run around, and jump of things when we are trying to sleep. 🐈🐈

[fantasy-polyarchives-au]

Hello? Oh it’s working!

I can’t believe Gertrude is letting you use a recording device on such… non-work oriented stuff

Hush Tim! Don’t talk down on Ms. Robinson, besides this is exciting

Exciting is… an overstatement

ANYWAYS. Hello! I’m Sasha James, witch apprentice to our Head Archivist Gertrude Robinson

I’m Tim Stoker, coolest knight around

Objectively untrue, we all know that’s Martin. I’m Jonathan Sims, but please call me Jon

Jon!? Uh- I’m Martin Blackwood

Asks are open!

(Ooc info below ❤️)

This is a fantasy ask and rp blog for @deadbaguette’s Fantasy TMA AU! The main ship is PolyArchives, but feel free to flirt with them I suppose haha

I’ll talk in character with their assigned colours above! But if I talk as other characters I will sign off with their names and write in purple. See example:

“Hello, I was told to write here”

- Elias Bouchard

If I (baguette/op, uses she/they) reply/say something, it will be:

((Like this))

Asks are welcome from roleplay and non roleplay blogs! But the main purpose of thsi blog is as an ask blog, so I will be drawing to answer most asks at first while roleplay will be engaged in the aforementioned colours!

Asks will be tagged as #asks and roleplay as #roleplay

Basic DNI of no bigotry

[sportspuckball]

writing prompt: Matthew is a hockey player but Leon is not and instead works on the team as a nutritionalist and gets all grouchy at Matthew eating stuff he shouldn't and they snipe and flirt at each other over it

My fics always include Long Suffering Besties/Siblings - this time it's Sasha's turn

~*~

“What?” Matthew snapped at Sasha. 

“He’s just doing his job,” Sasha replied calmly. 

“He doesn’t have to be such a dick about it,” Matthew grumbled and shoveled some (perfectly cooked, fuck him so much) salmon into his mouth. 

Sasha snorted. “Pot, kettle. That’s the saying, right?” 

“You know it’s the saying, you’ve been here for a fucking decade or whatever,” Matthew gritted out. 

“He saw you with an entire bag of jellybeans, Matthew,” Sasha pointed out. “Which is two days after he noticed that you threw out the protein powder he’d laid out for you, which is a week after you filled out your dietary request form and included burgers, which I happen to know you hate. That’s why he’s a dick about it, because you are, too.” 

“Marsha was fine, great even, amazing, why did we have to get a whole new chef in the middle of the season and why did he decide to make me his personal fucking project?” Matthew asked. Whom, he wasn’t sure. The universe?  

“Because if you would fucking listen to me, you’ll literally be able to breathe easier.” 

Matthew looked up to see the Panthers new Head of Nutrition (chef) Leon Draisaitl leaning over him being all large, and menacing, and large. Jesus, he is built like a fridge. The Insta comments were not wrong.

“I breathe fine,” Matthew said. “No one is upset with my breathing.”

“Your pulmonary tests say different, 19,” Leon spat out. “I know everyone is claiming you recovered fine from that fucking shit show in Vegas, but –”

“My name is Matthew,” Matthew snapped, “or Chucky if you’re feeling overly friendly.” 

Something passed over Leon’s face and it looked like Matthew won a small victory, because he nodded. “Fine, Matthew, you need to eat kale, and beets, and pumpkin and I’d really like if you considered eating a fruit that wasn’t in juice form.” 

Matthew took a deep breath and summoned every inch of the midwestern oldest son he had in him. “Fine, okay. I give in. Feed me whatever you want here and I’ll be a good boy and behave.”

Okay, so maybe not the level his mother would have liked him to achieve, but still. 

“Great, what about at home. Do you have a chef?” 

Matthew barked out a laugh. “No, bro, I have meal kits.” 

Leon dramatically huffed and Matthew thought he heard elite athletes with bricks for brains but couldn't be sure. “Then i’m going shopping with you to show you what to do when you’re at home.”

Matthew could think of a few things he’d like better – salsa dancing on the sun, sliding down a banister covered in barbed wire and landing in a vat of vinegar, having one of Ovi’s slapshots hit him in the nuts – but he also knew he had no choice. “Fine,” he sighed. “I have two more physio cycles, and then I’ll come get you and we can go to Publix.” 

Leon nodded and stalked away. 

Sasha got up really quickly and Matthew pulled him back down. “Where are you off to?”

“I want Alison to be there with her cameras because you two killing each other in the produce section might win her some sort of social media award,” Sasha grinned. 

Matthew put his head down on the table and let out a loud groan. What had he gotten himself into? 

~*~

I'm having so much fun with these - feel free to keep prompting me whenever! And to head over to Ao3 and make sure you're subscribed because I cannot tell you when any of these will manifest in actual fics.

[surftrips]

nervous

pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 2.5k

summary: what happens when jj maybank develops a crush on the class valedictorian?

a/n: i haven’t written for jj in soo long so here’s this opposites attract oneshot for y’all. set before sarah and john b get together, it’s the pogue’s senior year of high school. lmk if you want more of this dynamic!

"You have a crush on Y/N? She's like the complete opposite of you..." Pope was saying to his best friend JJ.

"Dude, I know. But maybe that's why I like her so much." Maybank replied.

"What do you guys even have in common?"

"Uhhh... well. She likes to read and I- I can read. I just choose not to."

"We're off to a great start here," Pope said sarcastically, "What else?"

JJ thought for a second. "Oh! Her favorite color is green! I like green."

"Whose favorite color is green?" Kiara asked as she and John B. joined the rest of the Pogues at the lunch table.

"This girl JJ has a crush on," Pope explained.

"Ooooh, JJ has a crush? Who is it?" John B. nudged JJ's arm.

"I'm not telling you guys. You're gonna make fun of me," JJ refused.

"Oh, come on! Pope knows!" Kiara reasoned.

"Yeah, no keeping secrets from each other," John B. reminded them.

JJ sighed, "Fine. But only if y'all promise not to laugh or anything."

"Yeah, whatever, just tell us," Kie was dying to know.

"It's Y/N," JJ announced.

Silence. Then, all at once...

"Wait a minute..." from Kie.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" from John B.

and "That's what I'm saying!" from Pope.

"Guys, come on. You said you would be chill about it," JJ was starting to regret sharing his secret.

"Sorry, it's just... isn't she... like smart and responsible and stuff?" John B was saying.

"Literally... the opposite of you, JJ. No offense," Kiara added.

"None taken. But yeah, she is all those things, John B. That's why I like her. I think she would be good for me. Plus she's pretty," JJ replied.

"And you think you can pull her?" John B. asked.

"Come on, who can resist my charm?" JJ said, smiling.

—

For the past week, JJ had been working on a plan to get Y/N's attention. Which was hard considering the two ran in different circles and shared no classes.

So it must have been fate when JJ ran into her in the main office the following Monday. He was no stranger to the receptionist sitting at the desk, used to running late or being called into the principal's office for skipping class. It was for this reason that he almost missed the girl he had been dreaming about all week who happened to rush in right after him.

JJ wondered why a perfect straight-A student like her would be here, but the sounds of her trying to catch her breath and her frantic state answered his question. Little miss perfect was late, just like him.

He couldn't help but smile to himself, finally, they had something in common. Something he could work with.

But before he could turn around to spark up a conversation, the receptionist called him forward. "JJ, how many times has it been this month?"

"Uhhh.. I lost track after the fifth time," JJ shrugged.

"You know I'm only asking because I want to see you graduate, the disciplinary committee is not going to be as nice," she said.

"I know, I know miss. I'll be better next month."

"How about starting tomorrow? You're all set."

JJ turned around, trying to come up with an excuse to hang around the office, but he knew that he was already pushing his limits.

On his way out, he grinned at Y/N. “Fancy seeing you here,” and left before she could respond.

-

"Dude, you said what to her?" Pope asked, incredulous. It seemed like every conversation JJ had with his best friend these days elicited disbelief.

"Come on! That line is a classic, works every time."

"Name one time," Pope challenged him.

"Uhh that one time with Stacy, or Sasha, I forget what her name was."

"Yeah, great example."

"What's wrong with that line anyway?"

"It's less what's wrong with the line itself and more the situation in which you said it. You probably embarrassed her," Pope said matter-of-factly, chewing on his apple.

"What? How's that embarrassing? I'm clearly hitting on her."

"Because, she was late and probably already stressed out. Y/N is never late, and you just pointed out the obvious to her."

"Shit. I didn't think about it like that," JJ admitted.

"Think about what like what?" Kiara asked, coming over to their unspoken designated lunch room table with John B. JJ was starting to get deja vu.

"JJ saw Y/N this morning," Pope started to explain. "They were both late and checking in at the main office and on the way out he said, 'Fancy seeing you here.'"

Both Kiara and John B. winced. "Why would you say that man?" the latter asked.

JJ groaned. "I wasn't thinking okay! I didn't mean to embarrass or upset her or anything. You think she's mad at me?"

"I mean, you guys barely know each other. There's a chance she might have forgotten already," Kiara tried to reason.

"Somehow that's even worse," JJ said.

"It's alright, buddy. Better luck next time," JB tried to comfort him.

"If there even is a next time," JJ grumbled.

With his luck, there was a next time. This time JJ was in Y/N's territory.

When his teacher asked for a volunteer to run to Ms. Scheer's classroom, JJ's hand immediately shot up. He didn't care what the errand was, all that mattered was that Y/N would be in that room. He knew as much from watching her intently, but from a safe distance in the hallways.

He seemed to catch her attention the second he walked in. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Once again, he was wishing that the circumstances were more ideal. His usual charm seem to dissipate in the presence of teachers.

After handing Ms. Scheer the construction paper she needed, JJ turned to look at Y/N, settling for a wave this time.

To his relief, she softly smiled back at him. He rushed out of the classroom and quickly pulled out his phone to text the groupchat.

JJ himself could not believe it, that someone as beautiful, smart, and amazing as Y/N noticed him. That line has yet to fail me, he thought to himself.

Since it was the end of senior year, there was word of quite a few parties happening that weekend. However, JJ only cared about one. And that was whatever one Y/N decided to grace her presence with.

In order to find out this information, JJ employed Kie to ask around in her circle of kook friends if anyone happened to know where his recent infatuation would be.

It just so happened that John B. was also crushing on a certain kook during this time as well, Sarah Cameron. The two boys hoped that their respective crushes would be at the same place Friday night and waited anxiously by their phones the entire day for a text from Kie.

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Still, JJ found himself looking in the mirror for longer than usual getting ready for Sarah's party. Even just the chance of seeing Y/N there was enough for him to go. Plus, John B needed a wing man because he knew Pope and Kie would just spend the whole time there together.

After taking one last look at his outfit: gray muscle tee, shorts, and his signature baseball cap, he headed out the front door and into Kiara's Jeep.

As they pulled up to the Tanny Hill mansion, JJ started to get a little nervous. Or excited. He wasn't sure which, the nerves and butterflies inside his stomach seemed to be dancing the tango.

Of course he had been to kook parties before, the kooks vs pogues thing had mostly died down by the time they got to high school, but he couldn't help but feel out of place amongst the drunk rich kids of Kildare.

"Are you coming or not?" Kiara asked, already out of her car.

She quickly rushed to meet up with Sarah and some other girls, Pope tagging along as JJ and John B. looked around in search of some liquid courage.

Kie had agreed to put in a good word for John B. after he practically begged her, so all he had to do was sit back and wait. However, JJ would have to be on edge for the next few hours, unsure if Y/N was going to show up or not.

"Dude, you should still have fun, regardless if she shows or not. It's our senior year!" Pope said to him later in the night, seeming more buzzed than usual. That's when JJ realized how sober he was, he was so anxious about Y/N's presence or lack of, that he was only on his second bottle of beer.

He pulled out his phone to check the time, not expecting to see 5 texts from Kiara.

Realizing that the last text was from one minute ago, he left the group of boys he was standing with and ran inside the mansion, making a beeline toward the kitchen.

He slowed down once he was close enough to hear Y/N's voice talking to Kie.

It's now or never, he thought. Entering the kitchen, his eyes immediately caught Y/N's and he swore he saw them light up. Noticing Y/N’s change in expression, Kiara turned around.

"Ah! Just the guy I was looking for!" she said.

"Uh, hey. What's up?" JJ said, trying his best to seem nonchalant.

"Y/N, this is JJ, the guy I was just telling you about."

"Oh, hey! I think I've seen you around," Y/N said, smiling at JJ. His heart melted. Was this real life?

"Kiara, Y/N and I go way back. Remember we were both late that one day?" JJ hoped that he wasn't bringing up a sensitive topic, Pope's words echoing in his mind.

"Oh my god, yeah! That was you!" Y/N responded.

He let out a sigh of relief, "Yeah, I hope I didn't catch you off guard or anything."

"Oh, no worries, it wasn't the first time I've been late."

"Good, I don't know why I thought I made you upset or something," JJ said, scratching his head.

"Why would you think that?"

"My friends, Pope and John B. They said that what I said was stupid and I could've embarrassed you."

"You told your friends about our 30-second interaction?" JJ could see her lips pulling into a smirk and his heart started to race. It was at this point that Kiara slowly began to back up, giving him a thumbs up and a grin when she was out of Y/N's eyesight.

"Well, I only tell them about the pretty girls."

"And how many have you told them about lately?" JJ knew what game she was playing and gladly played along.

"Just the one," he grinned.

"Good, I told my friends about you too," she admitted.

"Y-you did?"

"Yeah, I mean I didn't think much of the day in the office honestly, but after you came into Ms. Scheer's and waved at me, I felt like there was something more going on."

"Well, you would be right."

"I usually am," she said, shrugging.

"What else did you tell your friends?"

"Hmmmm..." she pretended to think, tapping your index finger to her chin. "I told them that there was this super cute guy stalking me and asking around about what party I was going to."

The boy could feel his face growing hot, unsure if it was from her calling him cute or the fact that she knew he was asking about her.

"Aww, no reason to be embarrassed. Guys ask about me all the time," she said.

JJ balked, unsure how to respond to Y/N's candor. She was entirely different from how he imagined her, even better somehow.

"I'm kidding," she laughed. "The truth is most guys are too intimidated by me to even try anymore."

"What? Really?" Sure, Y/N could be perceived as intimidating because of all her accomplishments and positions, but for JJ, that just made her more attractive. He wasn't sure how any single guy on the island could refrain from being pulled in by Y/N's magnetic pull.

"Yeah," she took another sip out of her red solo cup. "But it's whatever, half of the guys on this island are assholes."

"Cheers to that?" he lifted up his half-drunken beer to her cup.

"Haha, cheers to that Maybank," she smiled, downing the rest of her drink. "Wanna get out of here?"

"I was wondering when you were going to say that," he grinned, following her to the backyard.

She led him past the pool where people were throwing each other in, careful to avoid getting splashed, to the edge of the premises where a rock wall surrounded the lawn.

Y/N easily climbed up, taking a seat at the top, JJ following suit.

"I've never been up here before," he said.

"It's kinda like my hiding spot, consider yourself lucky I’m showing it to you."

"Oh, trust me, I do."

"Stop," she gently pushed JJ away. "You cannot possibly like me that much." Though she said it in a joking manner, he could tell that a part of her meant it.

"Oh yeah? Try me," JJ said, desperate to prove himself.

"Okay, name 5 things you like about me. Non-physical things."

"Easy. You're smart. You're ambitious. I like it when you get competitive like at Pep Rally and football games, and I like your sense of humor. Also, your smile."

"Hey! I said non-physical things."

"Yeah, but you don't just smile for anyone. That's what I like about you. Every time you smile, it feels special. Like you meant it for that one person only."

Y/N was blushing now, "You're kidding me."

"Nope, I'm being 100% serious right now. Look, Y/N, in case you haven't noticed, I really, really like you, and even though I just named five things about you, I want to get to know you more." JJ reached out to grab Y/N's hands.

"JJ, you're shaking."

"Shit. Sorry, I just get a little bit nervous around you. I'm usually not like this." Y/N had him acting like he had never done this before, and though he had been with plenty of girls, he had never felt this strongly about them before.

"It's okay," she smiled. JJ thought he would never get sick of seeing that. "I like you too."

"Really?"

"No, I just smile at everyone like this," she laughed.

"So what do you say? You and me on a proper date?"

"Hmmm, where would you take me?"

"Anywhere you want, as long as it's not on school grounds or a fundraiser."

"JJ!" she playfully swatted at him, unable to control her grinning from ear to ear. In the process, JJ was finally able to grasp on her hand and pulled her closer to him.

"Still need verbal confirmation, pretty girl. Do we have a deal?"

"Deal," she whispered, close enough to JJ that only he could hear.

[enkas-illusion]

Muse | Chapter 9

Fandom / Pairing: Attack On Titan / Eren x f!reader

Rating: NSFW - MDNI

Content Warning: Language, angst, slight making out

Author’s Note: I enjoyed writing this way too much… while listening to Lana’s songs ehe. Does it feel like the story is endling? This is the second last chapter. Chapter 10 will be the final one (I think) . I hope you guys like it. 

~ Eren’s Birdie

Determined to not make a big deal out of it, you had woken up the morning after the incident and gotten dressed up to attend lectures, despite not being too thrilled about it. Besides, you decided that you didn’t want to give Eren much importance on the surface, despite feeling like shit inside. You were hellbent on not wanting to give him the satisfaction to see you sulking.

Well, you can be heartbroken and still look pretty.

Naturally, you avoided Eren like the plague over the next few days. You didn’t reply to any of his texts, nor did you answer any of his calls. Even when the whole group had gone out for dinner over the weekend, you’d decided to sit between Sasha and Jean to avoid having a one on one interaction with him. 

Obviously, it hadn’t gone unnoticed by your two best friends. However, you’d simply dismissed their questions with a ‘not sure, I don’t feel any spark, maybe it’s sem-end stress,’ and luckily, they’d bought your excuse, not pressing any further. You hadn’t told them about the kiss or whatever happened after, wanting to pretend as if it had never happened.

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t almost melted at his puppy eyes whenever you’d accidentally meet his gaze. But, considering everything, you’d managed to ignore him quite successfully. You were determined to protect your heart at all costs. And that’s what you had managed to do for this past few days without Eren.

“I must say, I’m impressed,” Mr Tanaka smiles, observing the photos of Eren you’d clicked for the final assignment, “He doesn’t seem stiff or out of place either.”

“Thank you,” you grin awkwardly. You wanted to be happy about getting praised in photography class, but only you knew how your heart had crushed a little each time you had to look at his photos to edit them.

“Good job picking Jaeger as the model, you must be good friends… he looks at ease. Very intimate,” the professor notes.

“Well, we’re friends,” you mumble, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation as soon as possible. Feeling almost guilty since your kind teacher was just giving his genuine feedback.

“So…” you begin, wanting to know your grade already.

“It’s better than a C,” he assures you.

“B minus?” you ask.

“I can’t disclose it just yet,” he scolds you gently.

“Please prof…B plus? I need to know!” you plead.

“Safe to assume,” he says plainly.

Well… it’s not that bad. 

“Thank you,” you bow.

“Just focus on theory next and you’ll manage a decent score,” he assures. You bow again before leaving.

Minseo had skipped classes today, texting you that she was too tired and wanted to sleep in. You’re about to pull your phone out to check your texts since it was Friday and no one in your group knew what rest was when it came to weekends, but you stop when you hear someone call out your name. You come to a halt in front of Studio 1 to look in the direction of the voice.

It was Marco and Jenna, your classmates, waving at you. 

“Hi guys, sup?” you walk into the room.

“Do you have pretty feet?” Marco asks.

“What?” you laugh, taken aback, “I have normal feet.”

“Can I paint them?” he’s wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Marco, stop trying to sound like a pervert intentionally,” Jenna laughs as she turns to explain to you, “he wants to photograph a few references.”

“Umm, okay, I guess?” you agree, since you had nothing to do for the rest of the day anyway.

You want to ask why Jenna couldn’t do it before she quickly grabs her stuff to leave, looking at Marco, “You owe me one. Help me next time. Bye, I’m getting late.”

You wave at her and she does the same before hastily walking away.

“She has a doctor’s appointment for her cat,” he explains.

You nod, “Okay, what do you need me to do?”

“Just sit on the chair, I’ll paint your feet first,” Marco instructs and you follow, taking your heels off to a side to sit barefooted for him. He sits down on the floor with his palette before grabbing your right foot and bringing it up to his face level.

“Sorry if they smell like… feet,” you giggle.

“Nope, it’s all roses and lilies,” he laughs as he starts painting.

Your phone rings and it’s Annie, “Where are you, bitch?”

“Getting my feet painted,” you laugh.

“Huh?”

“Come to Studio 1,” you tell her. She agrees before hanging up. You open your chats to see why she sounded so impatient.

Ann: party timeeeee! We’re going clubbing.

Ann: Min is coming too, she’s on her way to get ready… called dibs on the pink dress btw

You close your phone as you redirect your attention to make small talk with Marco, asking him about his painting process, listening intently. The next few minutes are spent with him handing his phone to show you his rough sketch and you giving him some ideas to explore.

“Wow, I guess that’s why you’re the best,” Marco praises you after a particular advice and you blush. He continues, “Do you really think green is the best base for this?”

“I guess so, if you want this part to stand out, wouldn’t it be better?” you point at the photo in his phone, thinking hard.

“And what about this part?” he’s cradling your foot in his hand as he cranes his neck to take a closer look at the screen, “Should I change anything about it?”

“Hmmm,” you’re lost in thought as the gears in your brain are turning, “What if yo–”

“Wow,” Annie chuckles as she arrives. You look up to see that she’s not alone, next to her are Armin and… Eren.

“Hi,” Marco stops to look at the group before resuming his painting again.

You look back down at Marco, “Do you want to take a break?”

“No, why? You tired?” he asks with concern.

“A bit, my leg feels stiff,” you grin sheepishly.

“Okay,” he gently places his brush down, “just don’t place your foot on the floor.”

You squint your eyes as you bend and extend your knee to release the stiffness. As your hands are on your thighs to keep your skirt from riding up, you’re glad the skirt is long enough to not flash the poor guy in front of you.

Annie and others are quietly observing the patterns Marco had painted on your foot.

“Looks good,” Annie compliments as she’s bending down to observe intently.

“Thanks,” he blushes, “this one’s almost done.”

You’re flexing your foot back and forth before wincing, “Ow, cramp! cramp!”

Marco is quick to massage your foot, carefully avoiding the parts he had painted. As you sigh in relief, you look up to find Eren giving you the same sickly lovelorn look but it turns to a frown when Marco moves closer to the chair to rest your foot gently over his thigh.

“Is this alright?” he asks you innocently.

You nod as you smile at him, “You should rest too, your back must be hurting.”

“Used to it,” he laughs.

“Tell me about it,” you joke back.

“When will you be done?” Annie interrupts and you wait for Marco to answer.

“About 20 more minutes?” He’s back to painting your foot.

“Ughhh, I can't wait that long,” Annie groans.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll come home soon,” you assure her. She shares a look with Armin as if they’re communicating telepathically before she turns back with a ‘okay, see you’.

As Annie and Armin walk out, Eren doesn’t move. He declares that he’ll stay and watch because it’s ‘interesting’ as he sits on a chair a bit further away from you.

But if Eren were to be honest with himself, he felt as if he were nothing short of your own personal bodyguard, monitoring any wrong ideas that Marco could possibly have.

After a few minutes, Marco shifts to paint the other leg in almost a reflection of the first design. You compliment how fast he’s working cause his skill is impressive. He thanks you as if he can’t believe you’re complimenting him of all people.

“So, tell me more about your concept. I know you chose to depict love but why feet of all things?” you ask him, wanting to discuss Marco’s concept more. 

“Easy, I think it was the purest form to describe relationships. A type of devotion where you’re completely gone for the other person,” he begins, engrossed into the painting process, “you see, feet is the lowest you can put yourself for someone so that’s why it's my subject. You put yourself at someone’s feet and it’s the physical equivalent of worshipping them and surrendering to them. It’s like an unsaid declaration that you’ll love them forever.”

“Oh,” you nod, feeling a warm fuzzy feeling at his description, being about to relate to it.

“I know most people will just dismiss it as being kinky or some shit like that but I’m fine with it even if only a few get it. They’re the only ones who matter anyway,” Marco smiles as he looks up at you.

“So, you believe in an everlasting love?” you ask him.

“What else could one believe in? Why would it make sense to love someone only briefly as if saying ‘that’s all I have for you. No more than that!’? That’s crazy,” he scoffs.

“Right?” Your eyes light up, “That’s how I feel… if life is so fleeting, why would one add a love that's even more unstable to the equation? Why can't love exist beyond the volatility of life?”

“Exactly! Love can exist forever… maybe that’s the only thing that does,” he replies and you’re holding his gaze

“But forever doesn’t exist,” Eren interjects.

You blink your eyes as if the spell is broken and you both turn to look at Eren in surprise for having spoken for the first time, making his presence known in the room.

“Why do you say so?” you ask genuinely.

“Because it doesn't exist. A person's emotions are not permanent. One day they promise to give you the moon and the stars and the next day say that they’re not feeling it anymore. Isn’t it just better to not promise forever if they know their feelings won’t last that long? Can love not exist in its fickle state? Loving someone cements you in a place so you’re the only one stuck there if they decide to up and leave,” Eren explains with a straight face.

“But if you really love that person, shouldn’t you love without expectations?” Marco quizzes.

“Unrequited love? I’d rather be celibate,” Eren laughs, “Frankly speaking, isn't it just pathetic to love like that?”

“No, you love for you, not for them. Isn't it a strange responsibility to place on someone you love? Like ‘ok, I feel happy, I feel sad. It’s all because of you’... one would suffocate taking that responsibility,” Marco replies, unfazed as well. Your eyes move back and forth between the two men as they both make their case.

“And you’d be okay with that forever? Loving miserably forever?” Eren raises an eyebrow at him. 

You decide to speak up, “You don't need to love every person you ever loved forever! You can fall in love with the wrong person, let them go, wipe your slate clean before finally finding the right one for you.”

“So love doesn't last forever is what you’re getting at as well?” Eren smirks at you, feeling as if he was winning his argument.

“No. I’m saying forever starts when you find the one for you. So even if forever doesn’t exist as you say… why wouldn’t you want to love them till forever ends?,” you tilt your head as you try to figure out what he’s thinking.

He simply nods, going back to not speaking for the rest of the 20-something minutes. The whole time, Eren’s just looking at you as you chat some more with Marco. He doesn’t speak but you can feel Eren’s presence silently as if he were a phantom. 

In all the moments when you’re chatting away with Marco, when he’s giving your feet a quick massage to release the cramp, when he’s leaning closer in concentration to paint, when he blows over your feet to dry the paint and you giggle as you complain that it tickles, when he asks you to do a risque pose lying on the floor, arching your tangled feet in a way that’s too delicate, too intimate – Eren is silent throughout it all, as if he wanted to make his presence not known at that moment but couldn’t help but exist.

You pick your heels up, wishing Marco a good night and telling him that you’ll be looking forward to whatever painting he comes up with. Him and Eren also say goodbyes curtly before the latter walks out with you, insisting on taking you home.

You’re walking out barefeet, heels hooked in one hand and your bag in the other as you stay a step ahead to ignore him on purpose.

“You're not gonna wash it off?” he asks softly.

“When I get back home,” you say, still indifferent.

“Wanna wear my shoes?” He’s tailing a step behind you.

“No, thank you.”

And then suddenly you feel his hand on your waist and before you can ask him what the hell he was doing, he hoists you up to carry you in his arms, bridal style. You let out a yelp in surprise before you're quick to press your lips shut, clutching your bag and heels tightly.

“Eren! What is wrong with you!” you scold him with widened eyes and a frown on your face.

“Your feet will get dirty,” he's not looking at you, just ahead as he continues walking without breaking a sweat as if he wasn’t carrying a whole ass human.

“This is so embarrassing,” you mumble as you kick your legs back and forth in protest, “People are gonna stare.”

“There's no one around,” he says and he's right, mostly. Since it was starting to get dark, even those who had just been hanging around after class had also left. Mostly. 

A girl walks past you in the corridor, her eyes staying on you a bit longer as she grins in amusement at the way he's carrying you.

“Oh god,” you groan as you try to hide your face against his chest before mumbling under your breath, “you’re so annoying.”

You know he's being dramatic. 

But you let him.

Because in that moment, smelling the scent that only his body gives off, makes you feel a weird sense of intimacy, realising that you did, in fact, miss him. You’d die before admit it to him at that moment but you were liking being carried in his arms like this a little too much.

He only sets you down when you’re at the passenger side of the car. He opens the door for you but you take a step away to open the back door and settle in before closing it behind you. He waits for a second as if he wasn’t expecting you to act so cold before closing the front door and making his way to the driver’s seat.

The ride home is silent. It’s barely 5 minutes but feels like forever in that weird, awkward silence. You watch his well-defined arm muscles flex and you have to mentally slap yourself to not stare too much, or at least not to make it too obvious. When you’re in the parking lot of your apartment, you’re surprised he doesn't say anything because you were expecting an apology… or something. You can’t help but feel disappointed as he waves goodbye before driving off.

When you enter your apartment, you can hear your friends getting ready in Annie’s room. You quickly place the heels in the shoe rack before quietly walking over to your bathroom to wash your feet. You splash the cold water on your face as well as you let out an exaggerated sigh you weren’t even aware you’d been holding in.

“You’re back?” Minseo walks in, pulling you out of your reverie. You nod at her and see Annie peep from behind as well.

“I heard you modeled for Marco and Eren was jealous?” Minseo wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“What?” you scoff.

“Come on, he was jealous!” Annie makes her point sternly and you’re certain she’d exaggerated the story when retelling it to Minseo.

“Drop it guys, I don’t really feel too thrilled about Eren,” you sigh.

“Ok, something definitely happened between you two. I’m tired of pretending it didn’t,” Minseo tuts in annoyance.

“I don’t know,” you chew at the skin over your lip, an anxious habit that you’d been developing once again, “I don’t like how he makes me feel. I feel too uncertain as if he will also fuck and leave, ya know what I mean? I like him but you know what happened with my ex… if I can even call him that.”

“That guy?” Annie rolls her eyes, “we could sense he was a douche from miles away. You were the only one who believed otherwise.”

“Ouch,” you chuckle awkwardly. Your last situationship that had ended more than a year ago was bad for your heart to say the least – he was the one who gave you massive distrust in relationships. He’d acted as if you were the only one in the world but wanted to keep it ‘casual’. Stupid you for believing the ‘casual’ could turn into something more because before you knew it, the man had straight up ghosted you after having his fun with you. You were far from a naive small town girl, you’d had your fair share of talking stages and two relationships that led nowhere in the past but being ghosted so brutally had given you trust issues and you were not ready to test how much you could bend before reaching your breaking point. So, it was easier to not give Eren the benefit of the doubt at all rather than risk him ruining your heart.

As Annie sees you lost in thought, she intervenes, “Look, as your friends, we knew what a dick that guy was and now we know what kind of guy Eren is… and something tells me he’s different. Just a hunch… it won’t harm you to talk to him and at least know for sure what’s going on between you two.”

“Or let loose, fuck him good till you’re satisfied and end it whenever you want. Casual,” Minseo smiles. You roll your eyes at her as she gives advice you know you’d never take.

“What are we talking about?” Sasha is next. You’re taken aback, not aware that she was here as well.

“Eren,” Minseo says and you frown at her, wondering if your love-life has become a public discussion.

“Oh, right, did you guys start dating?” Sasha asks you.

“Why would you say that?” you ask her, as confused as ever.

“Because… it’s obvious?” Sasha says, “Connie and I were betting that he’d ask you out soon.”

“Well, I guess it is obvious to everyone but him, apparently,” you chuckle at the ridiculousness of it all.

You shoo them all out, “Okay, let me get ready.”

You hated such moments of uncertainty. Not knowing whether your liking for Eren was stronger than your disdain of his strange behaviour, or whether he liked you more than just keeping it casual. Then you start to wonder what kind of boyfriend he’d be, how would being  domestic with him feel like, how would him touching you feel like, and the sex? Would his reputation precede him?

Dude, snap out of it!

You lightly slap your cheeks to get rid of the confusing thoughts of Eren clouding your mind. You’re quick to get ready since this was the first time you were going clubbing in months and despite everything, you were looking forward to it.

At your friends’ recommendation, you decide on a tiny black dress that borderlines classy except for the short length that gives away its promiscuity. You pair it with matching delicate heels, putting on makeup that’s a bit more provocative than usual, checking yourself out in the mirror one last time, pleased at your choice. If you were going to make Eren yearn for you, you had to do it right.

Armin arrives soon, visibly stunned upon seeing Annie and simping like a love fool before the rest of you are teasing the hell out of them and he’s driving your whole group to the club with a pink flush on his cheeks that’s part embarrassment and part infatuation for his girlfriend.

You find Eren sitting at the booth with the rest of the guys when you reach. As the whole group squeezes in together, the air is filled with chatter and loud music that makes it hard to distinguish words unless the person is yelling in your ear.

It’s brief but between all this, your eyes meet his. You were laughing at a joke Sasha had cracked and your smile slowly fades the more you stare at him, replaced by a poker face trying to mask the strange attraction you feel at how handsome he looks.

What Eren does next has you blushing despite yourself. He mouths a ‘wow’ at you, sober eyes almost twinkling, seemingly intoxicated by the way you look in that dress. 

You break eye contact to keep yourself from forgetting that you’re trying not to fall for him. Reiner bringing a tray of shot glasses for the whole group serves as a good distraction. As you drink the tequila and suck on the piece of lemon, it makes you wince and scrunch your face and it has you, Minseo and Sasha giggling together as if you were teenagers doing something crazy for the first time.

Jean and Connie bring in two more rounds of shots of vodka and jager-bombs – the joke is not lost on the group as everyone makes sure to cheer a ‘Jaeger’ at Eren before drinking it, making him roll his eyes at the antics. 

With every passing minute, you feel your head buzzing and heart thumping as Minseo is pulling you by the hand to dance with the sizable crowd that had gathered on the dance floor. Despite wearing heels, the alcohol is giving you the raw confidence to dance your heart out and you dance till you can feel a bit of sweat forming on your hairline. Although the AC is set to the lowest temperature possible, you feel hot and excuse yourself to look for some water.

As you gulp the ice cold water at the bar, you giggle at the way Sasha is twerking on some random girl since Minseo had gone back to your table in the corner. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see it’s Eric, a student from another university who’d also submitted his piece at last year’s art fair. His work had been displayed next to yours and it was stunning… so stunning that you almost felt overshadowed at having such an amazing painting next to yours. However, after talking to him, you found out that he had felt the same way about your painting. In all honesty, while you’d found him attractive at first, you’d avoided talking to the guy soon after because his vibe had seemed a bit off – a little too pushy for your liking.

Nevertheless, now that he was here in front of you, you can’t help but greet him like an old friend.

“Eric! How have you been?” you squeal a little too enthusiastically due to the effects of the shots you’d consumed.

“Better now that I found you,” he leans in to give you a side hug, hand lingering briefly around your waist before pulling away.

While you’re busy talking to Eric, leaning in to hear him better, you fail to notice that Eren is staring daggers at you two.

“What’s the deal with that guy?” Eren enquires.

Minseo, who’s sipping on a martini, follows his line of vision and giggles, “Oh, is that Eric?”

Eren waits for further explanation.

“Oh yeah, it is Eric!” she’s squinting her eyes, talking to herself before blabbering on, “They’d met before at an art fair at the end of first sem… you see, my dear bestie is talented and hot so it’s kind of a deadly combo.”

“Does he like her or something?” Eren frowns, there’s irritation in his voice that she fails to notice in her drunken state. Minseo simply snorts.

“What?” Eren’s unsure why she finds this amusing.

She giggles, “He’s told her he feels inspired by her and shit like that so he wants to paint her… nude.”

Eren’s frown deepens at this, “He’s clearly into her, isn’t that just an artistic excuse to get into her pants? Why’s she still entertaining him?”

“Oh no, she sees through his bullshit obv–,” Minseo pauses, looking at Eren to observe his displeased face for the first time, “oh my god, you like her!”

Eren doesn’t reply as he intently observes you from afar. Suddenly, Eric leans forward till his lips are uncomfortably close to your ear, trying to say something. You giggle as you tilt your head, taking half a step back to create some distance between you – it’s enough to make Eren stand up abruptly.

“Wow, okay, you go Eren!” Minseo giggles, the alcohol talking now.

Eren walks towards you, trying to keep his composure. He’s quick to make his way across the room to you, taking steady strides with an annoyed yet determined look on his face.

“Hi, mind if I steal her?” Eren’s voice is stern and you turn to look at him as if he were intruding.

“Uh–” Eric begins.

“Thanks,” Eren doesn’t wait for his answer before taking your hand and pulling you to the dancefloor with him. You haphazardly place the water bottle on the bar counter as you walk behind him.

“Ouch, rude,” you tease grumpily when he stops and turns to face you in the middle of the crowd.

“He’s the one who's rude for trying to steal my girl,” Eren says plainly, eyes flicking back to where Eric was left stranded.

“Your girl?” You ask and he nods. You squint your eyes at him in disapproval, “Yeah more like one out of one million.” 

“Nah, you’re my one in a million,” he grins.

“Come on man, you’re better than this corny shit, ‘Ren,” you can’t help but laugh and cringe at his words.

“You like this corny shit,” his hands rest on your hips as he guides your body to the rhythm of the music.

“Debatable,” you hum and you pout your lip in thought. This makes Eren’s eyes linger there for a second before he’s looking at your eyes once again. 

“I missed you.”

“Also debatable,” you laugh.

“Hey!” he protests, digging his fingers into your skin.

“Fine. Maybe I missed you a tiny bit too,” you snake your arms around his nape, the alcohol making you bolder.

There’s silence as you dance slowly to the fast pop sound that was remixed to death.

“I’m afraid to be the only one left after forever,” Eren breaks the silence.

“Huh?” you lean closer, not sure if you heard him right.

“The answer to your question,” he says, referring to the conversation about love you had earlier.

Oh.

“So if you’re alone from the start, there are no expectations. No surprises after forever. No disappointments?” you giggle.

“Yup,” he smiles back as he pulls your body closer.

“What an awfully lonely way to live,” you note without having a filter on your thoughts.

“Better than getting your heart broken, don't you think?”

“If I was worried about my heart, I wouldn’t be here in your arms,” you say it before even realising the words had slipped you, feeling your heart race at the confession. 

He leans down till his lips touch your earlobe, “But you know… I don't know if I can believe in forever just yet, but if I were to give my heart to someone at the risk of it breaking… I’d gladly give it to you.”

“Eren!” you scold him, as if not wanting him to make fake promises.

His hands roam over your lower back, tracing the curve of your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake, “Yes?”

“Don’t break my heart,” you tell him as you hesitantly place your hands over his chest.

“Promise,” he whispers before biting on your earlobe. You tilt your head as it tickles but don’t pull away from his touch and it causes a victorious grin to plaster on his face so cockily.

As if on cue, a slow sensual song starts playing, giving him the free pass to trace your silhouette with firm yet soft hands. His hands land on your hips as he turns you around till your back is pressed against his front, guiding you to grind against him. You feel your stomach lurch at the words that come out of his mouth next.

“Look at him. He doesn’t seem pleased at all,” Eren whispers in your ear as his hand presses your body firmly onto his, “Wanna make him jealous.”

“Eren!” you scold as you slap his arm playfully. You look at Eric briefly before twisting your neck to look back at Eren, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“What?” Eren kisses your cheek playfully.

“Just shut up and dance,” you roll your eyes, still grinding your hips back, feeling the tiny tent in his pants starting to appear.

“You want me to shut up?” he raises an eyebrow at you.

You nod.

“Okay, anything for you madam,” he brings a hand up to cup your jaw firmly as he cranes his neck to lean in and kiss you without wasting another second. This causes you to whimper into his mouth as you bring a hand back up at his nape to play with the tiny hair there.

You part your lips to willingly let his tongue dance with yours. You turn around to face him completely without breaking the kiss and Eren’s hands shamelessly grab your ass, staying there without any hesitation. As your lips part, you both breathe heavily, staring into each other’s eyes, smiling triumphantly.

“You have any idea how pretty and sexy and gorgeous you look tonight?” he groans as he tugs at your bottom lip before letting it go. You giggle, blushing hard, feeling lightheaded and not knowing how to reply to that.

“You’re alright too, Jaeger,” you stick your tongue out to tease him.

“Is that so?” he smiles as his head dips to kiss the spot below your ear and you have to try hard not to moan in the middle of the crowd — not that it would matter since you weren’t the only ones brazenly making out there.

When Eren sucks on the spot, you swear you see stars as you feel your nipples get hard. Your voice is breathless and whiny as you whisper his name, tugging his hair to make him stop.

“Wanna get out of here?” Eren looks up with a lust-ridden gaze as he nuzzles his nose against yours in that particular way he likes to.

You nod.

“My place?” he asks and you nod again eagerly.

“Okay,” he smiles as he claims your lips with his once again, tongue sliding in your mouth with masterful skill, altering between smooching and biting your bottom lip. You feel light headed as your hands caress his face gently. With your body pressed into his tightly, you can feel his hard bulge poke over your dress.

You chuckle into the kiss when you realise how hard he is. Eren shuts you up, sucking your face once again, almost knocking the oxygen out of your lungs to leave you gasping for air.

“What’s gotten into you?” you heave as your chest rises and falls heavily.

“Not sure but you know what’s getting into you later tonight?” he laughs.

“Real classy,” you crinkle your face at the crass joke as you shake your head at him, “Stop talking before I change my mind.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he challenges cockily as he grabs your hand to pull you away from the crowd and towards the exit. 

“Sure, after I use the restroom… need to pee,” you giggle as you stop in your tracks, leaving him near the exit before making your way to the toilet.

You’re glad there’s no line as you rush in. When you’re done peeing, you’re about to get out of your cubicle but stop when you hear two girls mention Eren. You’re not sure if your ears were ringing but you freeze as you hear them talk.

“Eren is here?” 

“Yeah! He’s at the gate,” the other voice squeals.

“When was the last time you hooked up with him?” the previous girl gasps.

“Not that long ago… but I'm totally gonna sleep with him tonight. A dick that good shouldn’t go to waste,” she laughs, “How do I look?”

Having heard enough, you flush once again as if to not make it seem like you were eavesdropping before walking out of the stall. You wash your hands at the basin, noticing how pretty both the girls were as they stood readjusting their dresses. 

Of course! Cause why wouldn't Eren fuck a pretty girl?!

One of the girls takes two steps towards the door, her friend calls out, “Emi! You’ll need these!” as she waves two stray packs of condoms her way.

You feel sick and want to puke and it's not due to the alcohol. You walk out quickly, taking fast and quick steps as a thousand questions race through your head. Of course you knew about Eren's reputation from the get go and it never really bothered you before. But what was stabbing you from inside was the way the girl was talking about him as if he were still up for grabs. You want to ask him everything. Why didn't he make it clear to her that he was getting serious about someone else? Wasn’t this the same girl who’d texted him that day? Or was he keeping his options open? Wanted to wet his dick somewhere else in case you were to reject him again? Or was she just a stupid girl who couldn't get the hint?

But none of these questions come out of your mouth when you finally step out into the cold night and walk to where he is.

“I'm going home. I don't feel good,” you avoid his gaze as you inform.

Eren is concerned, “What happened?” he cups your face before moving his hand to press it on your forehead, “You okay?”

You pull his hand off, “Yeah.”

“What's wrong baby?” He cooes as he pats your head gently.

You try hard to bite your tongue to keep yourself from saying something rude but there’s an itch that needs to be scratched, “Funny thing… Do you know who I ran into in the washroom?”

“Huh?” He’s as confused as ever at you being so cold all of a sudden.

“Do you happen to know a certain someone named Emi? I’m not sure how she has the most perfect timing but this is the second time she’s come between us and I don't know what to think of it,” you fold your hands over your chest.

“Emi is here?” he’s surprised, “Well, how does that matter? We live in the same city, we’re bound to run into other people!”

You close your eyes as you take a deep breath, “Eren, for fuck’s sake… did you tell her not to contact you because you were no longer interested in being her– whatever it was that you guys had?”

“No?” he’s clueless and confused as if he doesn’t understand why it’s a big deal.

“Okay. Let me spell it out for you! Do you still have your options open?”

“No?” his eyebrows furrow, “You know I like you. Why does anything else matter? I literally told you minutes ago.”

“Well, I overheard her talk that she was gonna try and seduce you. If you really want to be with me only, why does she still think she has a chance?” you feel frustrated and want to cry but you’re trying your best not to seem like an overly emotional wuss.

“I don’t get you. You’ve been pushing me away for 2 damn months. I have not even opened Hinge and shit on my phone ever since I realised I liked you a lot more than just to keep things casual. But you know what? We’re still getting nowhere? What’s there to tell? You leave me hanging every single time! What are we? Because to me– I’m not sure whether you even like me. I just feel like your boy toy.”

The frown that was deepening on your face relaxes at the last sentence. You suddenly feel as if you have no energy to fight with him right now when his accusations were so baseless and deflecting his own mistakes.

You sigh, “Alright.”

“What?” He's challenging you.

“I’m leaving. Go have fun with Emi or other 10 girls who line up for you. I don’t give a shit,” you begin to walk past him to where the cabs are lined up.

But before you can go any further, Eren is gripping you by the arm to make you stop. He pulls you back, taking a step forward at the same time till you’re close enough to smell his perfume.

“What do you want?” you look up at him, eyebrows knitted again.

“I’ve told you that a million times before. I want you,” he presses a palm against your cheek, rubbing your skin gently.

“And you’ll want someone else tomorrow! Big deal!” you don’t falter, the crease on your forehead deeper than ever.

“Please,” he sighs as he pulls his phone out, “This is what you want to see?”

He hands you the phone with his chats with Emi. He wasn’t lying. He had simply ghosted her – there were no replies from his side to any of her texts since you’d started talking. And then you scroll up to see that the last time he’d texted her was the day of your first date, only now realising that he’d bailed that night for her.

While you want to be happy that he wasn’t lying, you feel weird when you think that a random fuck-buddy of his had eclipsed your relationship with him from the beginning. Maybe you were being too stubborn but the night was already ruined beyond repair and you weren’t in the mood to fix it now. You didn’t want to, letting your pride get the best of you.

“Happy?” he asks, “If you still don’t trust me then feel free to check other texts as well.”

You know his tone isn’t malicious. For the first time you sense panic in his voice.

“Eren, I’m gonna say this one last time. I don’t care if you fucked a hundred people before me. Things of the past don’t matter… but why do I feel like it’s not a thing of the past? You have never made your intentions clear with her. If you really wanted to go all in with me, you should’ve deleted all your dating apps when you started liking me and wanted to date me!”

“As if you don’t have guys around you all the time? There’s Marco, Jean, oh and Eric! Each time I see you hang out with them, I wonder if I’m not the only one for you. I’ve told you I want you. Have you ever once said the same to me?” His grip on your arm tightens.

“Please? You’re comparing two things that can’t be compared. Marco is just a friend, as for Jean and Eric, they’ve never approached me as boldly as your dear fuck-buddy does! I’ve never fucked either of the guys! You can’t say the same for her,” you push a finger at his chest, out of breath, “you’re the one guy I’ve kissed after being single for more than a year! If that’s not enough indication that I want to date you and be with you, then I don’t know what is!”

He’s quiet, biting the inside of his cheek once again. But you’re not the only one whose ego has taken front seat in this conversation. Eren hated losing this and hated that you made sense. He had thought he was doing everything right to get the girl after a long time. Wouldn't it be such a joke if he were to confess that he couldn’t even do such a simple thing right?

So instead, he spits venom, “So, what you’re getting at is that I should've I gone around telling her, ‘there’s this girl who’s giving me blue balls instead of giving me a chance so just get lost, don't bother me?’”

You feel disheartened, you’d thought he was starting to get your point.

“Okay. Fine! Go to her then and leave me the fuck alone!” you try to wiggle your arm out of his grasp, “At least she’s giving you clear signals right? Go fix your blue balls with her.”

“Goddamnit! I'm with you right now, aren't I?” His grip doesn’t budge.

“You’re hurting me,” your other hand tries to shove him in the chest but he’s way too strong for it to have any effect on him.

The cherry on the top is when you hear the same sultry voice from before call out his name, “Hi Rennie!”

You scoff, smiling at the irony and Eren feels his heart drop to his stomach. He closes his eyes to take a deep breath.

“I don’t think I have anything else to say to you anymore,” as much as you were trying not to show your sadness, the tone of your voice gives it away.

“Please,” Eren sighs softly, “I’ll make her go away.”

“Eren. Just go. My heart can't take this,” your voice trembles ever so slightly, “Whatever this was… it’s over.”

“Please?” He's pleading now. 

You look over his shoulder to see that the girl is waiting a few steps behind, seemingly choosing to ignore the way you’re standing so close to him. For a split second, you wonder if you should kiss him to snatch that stupid smirk off her face, but you decide against it. What would the foundation of your relationship look like if you gave into your pettiness right now? Isn’t something as messy as this what you were trying to avoid since the beginning? 

You meet his eyes, heart twisting as you land the final blow, “You know what? I regret going on that first date with you. No, scratch that… I regret ever meeting you at all! Just repainting my damaged painting would’ve been a million times better than running to you on that football field.”

Your eyes well up when you see the wounded look in his eyes as his grip on your arm loosens. He looks sad, a genuine hurt and defeat visible on his face. He’s still staring into your eyes, lost and trying to find anything there that would betray your bitter words. The part of you that holds so much affection for him wants to hug him and say you’re sorry and that you didn’t mean what you just said. But you’d said it already, and it had already marked the end of you two.

You’re quick to turn around to not show the tears that spill as you quickly walk away from him, not waiting to hear what he had to say, if he had anything to say at all.

~ fin ~

Chapter 8 | Chapter 10 (a)

[kissesbyliz]

to his standards

reader x boss!miguel o'hara. office au.

warnings: reader gets put in her place. miguel is a bit mean. phone writing, sorry for any mistakes!

when you signed up for a seemingly normal and boring office job, you envisioned the occupation to fit seamlessly into your lifestyle. something laid back to occupy your time during the day, so you could use the money to fund your real interests outside of work.

and, perhaps all too perfectly, it turns out you were very, very good at your job. you quickly earned the respect of your fellow coworkers, despite their previous reservations, and subsequently was deemed a model employee, ascending the ranks. despite the fact that this job was never supposed to be anything serious at the beginning, you may have been overly proud of the fact that subordinates would gulp in intimidation at the sight of you, that you would be assigned only the most important tasks in place of the usual dull and tedious paperwork.

so when a new boss gets assigned to the head of your department, you assumed that nothing would change. you would be able to resume your tasks as a crucial member of the team.

absolutely nothing would change, and yet... here you were, completely utterly dumbfounded at the amount of paperwork that had seemingly found its way onto your desk. you mouth had actually fallen open in disbelief, before you quickly shut it at the sound of a few coworkers snickering at your face.

"new rules, according to the boss." one coworker calls out to you, "not even the senior employees are free from the grunt work."

"there must've been a mistake. i... i haven't been assigned this kind of paperwork since i first started?" you reply, flipping through the stacks. it consisted of request letters, price lists, the kind of stuff you would expect an intern to deal with. not a seasoned employee, like yourself.

"yeah, all of our actual work? he handed to the jackasses over in finance. i'd tell you to take it up with him, but i'll warn you..." your coworker leans closer to you, lowering his voice as if he were telling a secret. "he's kind of intense."

you're immediately disappointed by the description. "intense?" you deadpan. there's no way all of your coworkers are sucking up to this kind of treatment, just because your new boss is a little intense.

he nods grimly, leaning back in his seat. "sasha tried talking to him this morning, and she came out sobbing. pretty sure she's still crying in the file room now."

now that caused you raise an eyebrow. sure, you would understand the need to raise company proficiency, but bringing an employee to tears because of it would be too far for anyone.

"i'll talk to him." you affirm, grabbing the stack off your desk and spinning around in your heels. if everyone else chooses to comply with this kind of management, fine. but you know what you're capable of, and you sure as hell wouldn't let any old person decide otherwise.

"don't say i didn't warn you!"

as you approach the big brown door that housed this supposedly intense boss of yours, a sliver of doubt began to cross your mind. you bite your lip in thought, a fist already outstretched towards the wood. if he's really as harsh as your coworkers said, wouldn't it be a good idea to stay off his radar, rather than permanently label yourself as someone who disobeys command? perhaps the best way for everything to return to normal is to deal with the menial tasks and work your way back up to the top. you become suddenly aware of the curious stares of your coworkers behind you, no doubt silently trying to urge you to return to your desk.

well, since i'm already here... you knock twice, thrice without allowing yourself a second thought. taking a step back, you briefly wonder why your heart is beating as fast as it is.

"come in." a muffled voice calls out, and you push open the heavy doorstep with a little less confidence than you had previously envisioned.

in the span of the few minutes it took to walk to your boss' office, you took the liberty of imagining how this noble plan of yours might go down. you expected an old man, well past his sixties, to be sitting behind the door. someone visibly inconsiderate, who couldn't be bothered to learn how employees should be treated. maybe with dollar signs in his eyes and scheming hands that were ready to do anything in the name of gaining money. nevertheless, someone you could courageously convince to listen to reason.

what you didn't expect was a gorgeous man to be sitting at the desk before you. he seemed to be in his late twenties, early thirties. his brown hair was brushed back neatly, and thin wire framed glasses adorned his high cheekbones and angular nose. his head was propped up lazily on his hand, eyebrows furrowed as he frowned at the screen. you felt all your confidence whoosh out of your body as you gawked at the man, and you nearly forgot why you were in the office to begin with. did you remember to put on lipstick today?

"did you need something?" an eyebrow is raised as he finally makes eye contact with you, dark eyes already impatient with your silence. you gulp.

"good morning, mr.." you quickly glance down at his name plate. miguel o'hara. "o'hara.."

you straighten, trying to regain your composure after your staring session. here goes nothing. you present the stack of papers that were now a bit crumpled due to the tight grasp of your hand, throwing on your most professional face.

"i just noticed, when i walked in, that these was on my desk, sir."

he glances down at your hands and squints a little at the stack. for a second, you were optimistic in the fact that maybe he did see what was so out of order with someone of your position, holding papers that were meant for an intern. maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all?

all your hopes shattered when he unconcernedly redirected his attention back to his computer, obviously not understanding your point.

"yes, probably because i put them there this morning." miguel answered dryly, too quick to resume the typing he had been doing previously. as if you weren't even there. your eye twitches a little in irritation as you try to grasp for a reply.

"w-what i meant was, i'm in a high ranking position at this company. i'm capable of much more than," you wave the papers in front of you for emphasis. "this."

"what you're capable of," he states. "is simple paperwork, like everyone else. until you can prove to me otherwise, i have more important work i would much rather assign to people who don't come into my office and waste my time."

you don't believe that you heard him correctly. waste his time? you almost laugh at the absurdity. so this new boss of yours thinks he can just come in and run the place? just disregard the foundation this company has worked hard to build and change up the way things have been done for years?

you're a bit dumbfounded as you realize; yes. yes, he can.

a million counter arguments attempt to form in your head, but none of them quite make sense in the presence of your boss. the person who inevitably does control the structure of your workplace and most importantly, the person who decides if you'll be able to pay your rent for the coming month. all of a sudden, you find yourself without any words to say back to him, realizing what a fool you've already made of yourself.

"is that all? or would you also like to inquire about why you have to wear proper attire? why you get a desk facing the wall and not a window?" he continues, and it becomes more and more apparent to you that he wants you out of his office, and now.

it's obvious that he won't back down from his decision, and nothing you could even attempt to refute with would change his mind. however, you've come too far to back down now.

"i'm not asking for a lot here, sir." you say quietly, your face a little heated from the anger and embarrassment. a part of you is already itching to flee from the situation, but there still remains a small hope that he might listen to you. "just the work i know i'm qualified for."

miguel heaves a sigh, sliding the glasses off his face. without the obstruction, you can see how tired he looks. dark circles lined the bottom of his eyes, and his gaze indicated nothing short of exhaustion. clasping his hands together on the desk in front of him, his face now held a serious expression. it was apparent that he was now speaking to you as a superior, rather than the insensitive jerk you had thought him prior.

"i need to make sure i have my employees on the work that best suits them. and as far as i can see, the best way to do that is if i send everyone back to square one, even if it's just for a little bit." he states earnestly. "if your abilities are to my standards, maybe then you can choose the work you want to do. until then, i would suggest you stop complaining and do the work like everyone else."

he hadn't even given you a chance to say your piece before he was back on that.. damn computer again, annoyingly attractive hands clicking away on the keys. even if he did have semi-good reasoning behind all the paperwork, it didn't mean that he could be such a jerk about it.

"well, i'm sorry for disturbing you." you mutter to no one, as miguel was clearly no longer paying attention to you anymore. you turned around and closed the door with about as much softness as you can muster at the moment.

to his standards. you grit your teeth, trying your best not to stomp all the way back to your desk. fine, if that's what he wants, that's what he'll get, you decide. after all, you're one of the top employees of this company. you'll make him eat his words.

[mooshie-blue]

Enough for me 💕

A sort self insert octonauts fic idfk I don’t want to post this to a03

If you don’t like self insert stuff go away!

Bonnie could never be an Octonaut. They hated traveling, their room was always their safe place. they could never work under pressure either. They didn’t wear the hat or the fancy shirt collar.

They couldn’t drive a car, how would they drive a GUP? They couldn’t work under pressure. They were a coward.

Cooking is all they could really do.

The octonauts had been out to take care of and reunite a baby shark with her family after she got separated.

Bonnie was with the vegimals, planning that night’s dinner. They were chopping up some seaweed and Tominow was at the mixer, humming her little vegimal song. She occasionally looked over, noticing Bonnie’s solemn expression.

since Bonnie joined the crew, all the vegimals, especially Tomminow had taken a liking to them, seeing Bonnie as a sort of Mother figure. Sometimes Tominow called them “Mama”

The little Vegimal looked Bonnie’s direction “Mama?” Asking if they were okay.

Bonnie snapped back to reality and looked at their little friend, her little face was painted with concern “Mama?”

“I’m okay, Tominow, just not feeling it today. Must’ve slept funny.” Bonnie rubbed their totally sore neck and smiled weakly.

Tominow didn’t beleive them, she had been trained to be smarter than that thanks to Shellington and Tunip.

But she knew Bonnie didn’t like talking much about their feelings, especially to someone so young.

Tominow simply sighed sadly and went back to mixing. But she did have an idea in mind.

Soon dinner would be out in the oven and the Octonauts would return.

Tominow sat in the launch bay, waiting for Captain Barnacles because she knew how close he was with Bonnie.

Tweak walked in after getting a call from Barnacles telling her they were on their way back to the octopod. She would be set to open the octo-hatch soon.

“Hey, there Tominow! How’s dinner coming along?” She ruffled Tomminow’s leafy head as she approached the lever and stood by, waiting for orders.

“In da oven!” Tominow replied, she sat beside tweak, lightly kicking her flippers.

“Alright! But don’t tell me what it is, I want to be surprised!” Tweak giggled

Tominow nodded and hummed some more. Eventually, Captain Barnacles called for tweak to open the Octo-Hatch, Then he, Kwazii, Peso and Shellington bought the GUP-A to the top.

“How’d it go? Is Sasha okay?” Tweak asked about the baby shark.

“Oh, yes!” Captain Barnacles climbed out and gently pulled Peso out with him. “She’s fine!” Peso added Her parents were worried but they’re all together again, we made sure they swam off together before coming back!”

“A relief it is!” Shellington followed Peso out and stepped on the dock. Kwazii following close behind.

“That’s good to hear!” Tweak munched on a carrot “Tominow said dinners in the oven right now, it’ll be another 30 or so minutes.”

“In the meantime we should all take it easy, you did a wonderful job today, Octonauts!” Barnacles clasped his hands together “I’m very proud of you!”

“Shucks, Cap’n!” Kwazii chuckled “Hey, Shellington, ya up for a round of ping pong?” Shellington laughed and followed the swashbuckling cat to the rec room. “You’re on!”

Tweak set the GUP A back in its designated spot, Barnacles checking in beside her, after that, Tominow approached him and lightly tugged on his sleeve.

“Hm? What is it Tominow?” The polar bear turned to face her, he knelt down to her level.

“Mama!” Tominow hopped up and down. “Mama sad!”

“Oh, Bonnie’s upset? Do you know why?” He stood up. Tominow shaking her head, she tugged on his paw, urging him to follow.

“Easy now! I’m coming.” He gently settled the worried vegimal as he stood up and followed. They both deeply cared about Bonnie. Barnacles had found them when they were at a low place. They didn’t have a home or a job, really. The octonauts never ever encountered humans. Seeing them was a first. But he was glad he found them.

Bonnie lay quietly in their room. They left the other Vegimals in charge of watching over dinner. They just stared outside, watching the fish go by. It wasn’t uncommon for them to just not do anything. What a burden.

A gentle knock on their door “Darling? It’s me, Tominow told me you aren’t feeling well.”

They couldn’t ever really resist Barnacles helpfulness. No matter how tired or angry they were, something about the small polar bear just broke their walls down. Even just sitting quietly with him was enough to put them at ease.

They stood up and the door opened automatically, they motioned for him to come in, which he did.

They plopped themself down on their bed and lay quietly. Around him they felt more comfortable to just be ‘unpleasant’ just a side of themselves they barely show. The side that was upset and frustrated, the side that felt wasn’t good enough.

Captain Barnacles sat next to them and rubbed their shoulder “What’s wrong, my dear?”

“I’m just so tired of being so useless.” Bonnie sighed and gripped their hair in frustration, Barnacles looking with worry.

“I feel like I’m not doing enough for the team, when the opportunity comes, I just back away like a coward. I just wish I wasn’t so scared all the time.” They sighed. “I don’t feel like I belong here, or anywhere really.”

Captain Barnacles gently stroked their soft hair and moved their bangs out of their eyes noticing them close, trying to hold back tears. He pressed a soft kiss to their forehead.

“Bonnie. It’s scary for anyone to do big things. I have fears myself, y’know. There’s so much out there to be worried about. I can’t say I blame you.”

He ran his paw to their hand and gently grasped it. “But you are just as important as the rest of us. Sometimes we get so busy we don’t have time to prepare meals. So imagine how happy we are when we come back to the octopod to see a warm, delicious meal made by you and the Vegimals.” Bonnie looked at him and noticed that warm smile on muzzle.

“You don’t have to go out and bandage up wounds or take big risks to reunite a shark with their families. Not yet, anyway. When your time comes, I’ll be happy to help you every step of the way. That’s my job as the Captain, I must be patient with everyone and their needs, and that includes you.”

He looked up at them, sincerity written all over him. “So please be patient with yourself. There’s no need to rush out into something you don’t believe you’re ready for.”

Bonnie nodded and held his paw “Thank you, bear..” they took his hat off and kissed the top of his head. Barnacles letting out a soft chuckle in response. his reactions to their affection were always so charming, He himself was just.. charming.

“I’ll always be there, Bonnie. No matter how small you think your problems are, I’ll help you.” He stroked their hair.

Bonnie sat up and hugged their little bear close. “I love you, Barnacles.” They whispered. “Oh I love you too, Dear. Do you want me to stay?”

Bonnie nodded “Yes, please.” They held him closer and lay down, bringing him down with them in their embrace. “You’re so sweet, snowball.”

“All for you, my dear.” He held their cheek and kissed their lips. Bonnie gently tugged his shirt collar and kissed him right back.

They both lay in complete, comfortable silence, exchanging sweet kisses as they waited for dinner.

[mossterious]

Normal

@doorbellvibes @shrimptacodaniels my fellow roomies <3

It had just been a normal day.

Well- Maybe not a normal day, exactly. What even was normal, with Dust, Raffa, and Sasha? Dust sure as hell didn’t know. Abnormal was their normal, maybe. What was Dust talking about, again? Right. It had been as normal a day as it could be. Dust had come back from busking, to find a note from Raffa and Sasha saying that they had gone to the store to grab some groceries, and would be back later. Dust was on the couch, watching The Matrix- the coolest movie of all time, just for the record. Or, second coolest, maybe. The Terminator was cool, too. And Underworld. And Blade. And Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. Okay- If there were vampires, it was probably cool. Or badass people in long, black coats and sunglasses. Lots of movies were cool. But The Matrix was definitely up there. And- And it was a nice thing to watch, as Dust waited for his roommates- his friends- his family -to come back from the store. His guitar was sitting next to the couch, and he was haphazardly counting the money he had got busking as slow motion action passed on the tv in front of him, and-

And then the door opened, revealing Sasha and Raffa, seeming more normally abnormal then, well, normal.

“Oh my god,” Sasha said, as he and Raffa practically ran inside. He was grinning, which wasn’t out of the ordinary for Sasha, but- It was even wider of a grin than normal. “Oh my god!”

“Let us get our shoes off before we start freaking out,” Raffa said, shaking her head.

“Why would we wait?” Sasha asked, still sounding way too excited for just having gone to the store.

“What is happening right now?” Dust asked, looking between his two roommates with a baffled look on his face. “Did they have Pop Tarts on sale?”

“Who cares about Pop Tarts?” Sasha asked, as he began putting groceries away “Something way better happened.”

“A sale on chocolate?” Dust asked, eyes wide, as he walked over to the kitchen to help put stuff away.

“Even better than chocolate,” Sasha said.

“What’s better than chocolate?” Dust genuinely asked.

“It’s insane,” Sasha said, as he passed Raffa a block of butter to put in the fridge. They had been going through a ton of butter, ever since Dust had found out that Sash and Raff thought that baking was ‘the coolest thing ever’. “Totally insane.”

“Just tell him,” Raffa said, shaking her head.

“Yeah!” Dust agreed, excited. What the hell was better than chocolate? “Just tell me!”

“It’s insane.” Sasha repeated. He turned to look at Raffa.

“It is insane,” Raffa agreed. “And kind of creepy.”

Sasha nodded. “You’re right. A little bit creepy. But mostly just crazy.”

“What the hell did you buy at the store?” Dust asked.

“We didn’t buy anything special,” Sasha said. “We met someone.”

“Danielle, again, really?” Dust asked.

Raffa groaned. “No. And we didn’t meet them, Sash. We just- saw them. From afar.”

“A celebrity?” Dust asked, confused. When had this become twenty questions?

“Okay, well, that’s because you said that walking up to a complete stranger was creepy,” Sasha replied to Raffa, with a dramatic pout as he put away an ungodly amount of jars of pickles into the cupboard.

“That’s because it is creepy,” Raffa replied.

“Who did you see?” Dust asked. He needed to know. And, more importantly- “Were they cool?”

“Nope,” Sasha said. “Kind of the opposite of cool, actually.”

“Then why do I even care?” Dust asked, with a dramatic sigh as he put away the empty grocery bag.

“Because,” Raffa said, still sounding way too excited about this. “It was the most normal looking guy ever.”

“Except,” Sasha continued. “He looked exactly like you! Same face, same eyes, obviously no grey hair, but-”

Just like that, Dust knew exactly who Raffa and Sasha were talking about. There was no other explanation, no other person who looked like Dust but ‘normal’. It was his twin brother, older than Dust by six and a half minutes, Jason. Fucking Jason. The perfect kid, who fit into Dust’s family easily, unlike Dust. He wore knitted sweaters and beige and drank tea. He liked math classes and tax season and was Valedictorian in high school. Dust hadn’t seen him since he’d gone off to college, and it seemed like he must have come back for a visit with their parents- And Dust felt like throwing up in his mouth. He was here. He was obviously back for some sort of break, it was nearly Thanksgiving, wasn’t it? And nobody had even told Dust. But he was here, that was for sure. There was no one else who looked like Dust but, well, normal. So he was here. Dust’s twin was here, and the two people that mattered most to Dust in this world had met him, and-

“Isn’t that crazy?” Sasha asked, after a second. “Like- he looked exactly like you.”

“Except with worse hair,” Raffa replied.

“And a fucking ugly mustache,” Sasha said.

Dust nodded, not really thinking. It was a fucking ugly mustache.

“He was even wearing a sweater with the elbow pads,” Sasha continued. “Who the hell even wears those anymore?”

“Apparently that guy,” Raffa said. She shook her head. “He must be Dust’s kooky professor ancestor who time traveled in from the 1920s.”

“He did look like he would wear a top hat,” Sasha said, nodding seriously. “Get him some goggles, too.”

“Steam punk normie Dust!” Raffa exclaimed.

The two of them descended into laughter, unable to stop. They kept laughing, grabbing their stomachs and getting tears in their eyes, for nearly two whole minutes, until-

“Dust?” Raffa asked, suddenly no longer laughing.

“You’re not laughing,” Sasha said, continuing Raffa’s point. “Or giggling. Or even smiling.

“Are you okay?” Raffa finished.

And- was Dust okay? No, he wasn’t. At all. Because- because Jason was never supposed to be someone Sasha and Raffa knew about. That was a seperate- a separate world. There was the world with Dust’s family, where he was just a black sheep rebellious teenager who needed to grow up- and there was the world his roommates knew. Where his family was dead. Where he was plagued by ghosts. Where he was born in a lab and also a werewolf and also a vampire and also whatever he needed to be in that moment. A world where Dust was cool. And Dust liked the world he lived in with his roommates. And yet- And yet, here Jason was, ruining that, too. Fucking Jason wasn’t even supposed to be in Mountport anymore, and yet, he was. And he was ruining the perfect, cool world that Dust had built for himself.

“Dust?” Sasha asked, this time, shaking him out of his thoughts.

“He’s my clone,” Dust blurted out, without even thinking about it. “That- that guy at the grocery store. He’s my clone. Definitely. Yeah. My clone.”

“Your clone?” Raffa asked.

“Or- no. I’m his clone, actually,” Dust continued to ramble. He couldn’t bring himself to tell them the truth. Even if he knew- and he did know, mostly- that they would think he was cool either way, he couldn’t bear to tell them the truth. He just couldn’t. “I was made in a lab, after he was born.”

“Right,” Sasha said. “So- you know the guy who looks exactly like you?”

“But completely uncool,” Raffa added.

“I’ve known him my entire life,” Dust said. It was the closest to the truth he could manage to get out of his mouth.

“Because you’re his clone,” Sasha said, slowly.

Dust nodded, still feeling like choking.

“And how- how much after he was born, were you grown in a lab?” Raffa asked.

“Six minutes,” Dust admitted. “Well, six and a half.”

Raffa and Sasha shared a look. Dust wasn’t sure how much they understood, but- but Dust trusted that they understood enough. Just like he trusted them not to push for more than he was willing to give. Anyone else would have said that cloning didn’t exist, or that Dust didn’t make any sense, but- But his roommates never did. They simply took what Dust was willing to give them, and it was enough. Even when it didn’t make sense. Even when it was something that a ‘normal’ person wouldn’t ever say. Even when it was the truth, but a truth covered in lies and lies to make Dust feel safe- and cool- enough to admit it. They just understood. They always understood. Even now, Dust knew, they understood. And that was one thing his family, his parents, his brother, could never give him. Understanding. But his roommates?

“Okay,” Raffa said, as casual as anything. “Okay, cool. You’re a clone. Good to know.”

“What’s his name?” Sasha asked, excitedly, like he was dying to know.

“Jason,” Dust said, shaking his head. “His- his name is Jason.”

Raffa laughed. “His name is fucking Jason?”

“Yeah,” Dust said.

“And why haven’t we ever seen Fucking Jason before?” Raffa asked.

“We do spend a lot of time in Mountport,” Sasha said. “Kinda surprising we didn’t know you had a- were a clone. With another, less cool you, running around.”

Dust relaxed, leaning on the counter. It was easier to talk, when talking about his ‘clone’.

“He moved away,” Dust said. “Off to go become a lawyer.”

“A defence attorney?” Raffa asked.

“A white collar crime lawyer,” Dust answered, with disdain in his voice. “On the side of corporations.”

“Fucking Jason the corporate lawyer,” Sasha said, shaking his head.

“Probably doesn’t even jaywalk,” Raffa added, with overdramatic disgust.

“He doesn’t,” Dust confirmed. “Doesn’t even pirate movies.”

“What?” Sasha asked, nearly yelling.

“Does he even live?” Raffa asked.

“No,” Dust said. He laughed, and then shook his head, growing serious once again. There was- there was still a little doubt, in his heart. Stuck in his throat. “You don’t mind that I- I’m a clone? Or that I didn’t tell you?”

“It’s definitely a shock,” Raffa said. “But you told us now.”

“I just wish you told us earlier,” Sasha said.

Dust froze, waiting for the anger. Of course they were angry, he should have told them earlier-

“We could have been making fun of Fucking Jason for way longer,” Sasha continued, with a smile.

Dust exhaled, relaxing again. “I guess we just have to make up for lost time.”

“Yes!” Sasha said, with a grin. “I should have Beverly get Fucking Jason to join a pyramid scheme.”

“What would Fucking Jason even be interested in to join a scheme?” Raffa asked. “Fancy pens?”

“Terrible sweaters?” Dust added.

“Pins that say ‘I hate crime’,” Sasha continued.

“Or ‘I hate fun’,” Dust offered.

“Supplements to make you even more normal,” Raffa said. “Normal vitamins.”

“Garden variet-amins,” Sasha said. The pun barely worked, but Dust was grinning anyway.

“Run of the pill!” Raffa exclaimed. “Like- Run of the mill. But-”

“We get it, Raff,” Sasha said.

“Like ‘variet-amins’ was any better,” Raffa said, with a huff.

Sasha gasped, clutching at his heart dramatically. “You wound me! Vartiet-amins was a perfect pun.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Raffa said.

“It really wasn’t,” Dust added.

“Rude!” Sasha said. “I guess I’ll trap your clone in a pyramid scheme without you, then!”

Dust laughed, unable to stop himself.

He laughed, and he laughed, and he laughed. Raffa and Sasha joined in, too, and all three of them were laughing, completely unable to stop. It wasn’t that one thing in particular had been funny- It was this whole situation. Dust was laughing because he finally had people to make fun of fucking Jason with. People who liked him, better than his ‘normal’ twin. Dust was laughing because it all felt so normal, even when Dust told them something he had never expected to admit. He had planned on hiding his ‘normal’ family forever, and yet- here they were, not caring about them more than a joke. Dust was laughing because, quite frankly, he felt relieved. He felt loved. He felt like he mattered.

And, more than anything, Dust felt understood.

[mesyakee]

Between Classes and Glances (CHAPTER 1)

Characters: Levi, Hange, Erwin, Connie, Sasha, Mikasa, Eren, Armin, Annie, Bertolt, Reiner, Jean(more to be introduced)

Content and warnings: college AU, prof!levi x f!reader, age gap (reader is 20, Levi is 25) cursing, slowburn, in denial (guess who💔) fluff!

WC: 17.2K — part 1, part 2

A/N: THIS IS WRITTEN IN FIRST PERSON random idea that came to my head last night, ill probably make more chapters about this if it pops off, i refuse to use y/n but i had to add it once because my brain fogged up 😞🤞🏾

The moment we stepped off the cab, the city wrapped around us—loud, fast, and buzzing with something electric. I glanced at Sasha, who was already pointing out hotdogs in warm buns that the street vendor is selling, like we hadn’t just arrived with our entire lives stuffed into three suitcases. Mikasa stood beside me, calm as ever, but I could tell by the way she tightened her ponytail that she was scanning everything, cataloguing it. New school, new city, new everything. I was scared out of my mind. But with my two best friends by my side, maybe the edge didn’t feel quite so steep.

“Oh my god, look at that food truck,” Sasha said, already halfway across the sidewalk, dragging her suitcase behind her like it was weightless. “If we don’t eat there by tomorrow, I’m filing a complaint.”

Mikasa raised an eyebrow. “With who?”

“Fate,” Sasha replied, grinning.

I laughed, but my fingers tightened around the handle of my suitcase. The dorm building loomed across the street—tall, brick, and older than I expected, with ivy crawling up one side and windows that looked like they’d creak when opened. It wasn’t fancy, but it had character. And a whole new version of my life inside it.

“Ready?” Mikasa asked, already reading me like a book.

“Hell no,” I said jokingly “But let’s go anyway.”

We hauled our stuff across the street, the wheels of our bags clattering on the uneven pavement. We stood infront of the building, a sign on top of the automatic doors, Eldia University Wall Maria Dormitory. Inside, the dorm smelled like fresh paint, and a hint of cafeteria food—comforting in a weird, institutional way.

Our room was on the third floor, a corner unit with two big windows and just enough space for three beds, three desks, and exactly zero privacy. Still, it was ours.

As we were unlocking the door, the one across the hall swung open.

“Yo!” A tall guy with buzzed hair leaned out. “more neighbors?”

Sasha gave him a once-over. “Depends. Are you loud, messy, or weird?”

“Definitely loud,” he said proudly. “I’m Connie. That’s Jean.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, where another guy with sharp cheekbones and a cocky smirk nodded at us.

“I’m Sasha,” she said, already warming up. “This is Mikasa, and that’s y/n"

stepping forward i greeted them. “Hi, Nice to meet you!"

From down the hall, we heard another door open, followed by rapid footsteps.

“Connie!” a voice shouted. “You said there’d be pizza!”

Another pair appeared—blond hair and bright blue eyes, followed closely by a guy with messy brown hair and a scowl that looked permanent.

“Armin and Eren,” Connie said, unfazed. “They basically live here too.”

Mikasa's eyes flicked to Eren. “Great, a fuckboy neighbor” she muttered, not looking thrilled, eren didnt look as thrilled aswell and raised a brow at her comment. I let out a small chuckle at the two.

Once the introductions were over, we ducked into our room and shut the door behind us. The noise from the hallway dimmed, replaced by the creak of floorboards and the occasional groan from our suitcases as we unzipped them.

Sasha immediately claimed the bed closest to the window. “Natural light. Ideal for snacks and selfies,” she said, tossing her hoodie onto the mattress.

Mikasa took the bed near the door without a word, already starting to fold her clothes into the small dresser like she’d been planning her drawer layout for weeks.

I sat on the middle bed and looked around. The walls were bare, off-white with a faint crack running from the corner of the ceiling. The desk lamp flickered when I tried it, but the bed was surprisingly soft. I sank into it with a sigh.

“We should get posters,” I said, kicking off my shoes. “Make it feel less... prison-cell chic.”

“I’m thinking fairy lights,” Sasha added, digging through her bag. “And snacks. Like, a whole snack drawer. Or cabinet. No, a snack shrine.”

Mikasa glanced over. “Only if we can hide your Hot Cheetos. You almost burned my nose last year.”

“Worth it,” Sasha said, grinning.

We unpacked in a rhythm that felt oddly familiar—like we’d done it a hundred times before, even though this was a brand-new place. Clothes were hung, books stacked, blankets fluffed. By the time the sun started dipping outside the window, the room actually looked like ours.

I leaned back on my bed, arms behind my head, and stared at the ceiling.

“This is real, huh?”

Sasha flopped down beside me. “Yeah. It’s really happening.”

Mikasa sat on her desk chair, tucking her legs up. “We made it.”

And for the first time that day, I actually believed it.

The sun was setting when we finally ventured out. The air was cooler now, with that early-evening buzz—students wandering in loose groups, couples tucked close together, bikes weaving past us like we were all part of some giant, moving organism.

We ended up near the main quad, where brick paths crossed under strings of lights and benches lined the walkways. Everything felt alive. New.

I lagged a step behind Sasha and Mikasa, taking it all in. That’s when I saw him.

He wasn’t tall—not short, either, just compact. Sharp. Black hair cut into a clean undercut, the top swept back neatly like he didn’t try too hard but somehow got it perfect anyway. He wore a fitted black crewneck, sleeves pushed to his elbows, and dark gray cargo pants that hung just right—not too tight, not too loose. His sneakers were spotless.

He had this presence—calm, controlled, like he’d already figured out the chaos the rest of us were still tripping over.

Beside him walked a tall blond guy in a button-down and slacks—broad-shouldered and looking like someone’s future boss—and a woman with glasses, wild brown hair, and a coat way too big for the weather. She was talking with her hands, animated, while the two guys just nodded along like they were used to it.

“Who’s that?” I asked, nudging Mikasa.

She followed my gaze. “No idea. But they don’t look like freshmen.”

“Upperclassmen, maybe?” Sasha offered. “Or secret agents.”

The guy in black glanced up, just for a second. His eyes met mine—gray, unreadable—and then he looked away like nothing had happened.

But something had. I felt it in my chest.

I didn’t even know his name yet, and i definitely should not be developing feelings over a fellow schoolmate like a middle schooler.

I glanced back at him,

He didn’t look back.

Just kept walking, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed but sharp in a way that made you think twice about bumping into him. The woman beside him kept talking, gesturing wildly at something in the distance, while the blond guy nodded with an almost professor-like calm. The three of them disappeared past the fountain like they belonged to another layer of this place—one I wasn’t part of yet.

“You okay?” Sasha asked, noticing I’d stopped walking.

“Yeah,” I said, shaking it off. “Just thought I saw someone... interesting.”

Mikasa followed my gaze and tilted her head. “You mean Mr. Short, Sharp, and Nonchalant??"

I blinked. “That’s... one way to describe him plus he's not that short"

“He looks like he could kill someone with a pencil and still get mistaken for a lost barista,” she added, completely serious.

Sasha wheezed. “Oh my god, he does look like he works at a café that only plays jazz.”

I tried not to laugh, but it slipped out. “You guys are the worst.”

Still, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing back one more time—just in case he did too.

He didn’t.

Classes haven't even started, but im already — definitely fucked

The next morning, sunlight spilled through the windows way too early for my liking. Sasha’s alarm had gone off at least three times before she finally turned it off by throwing a pillow at the wall.

“I swear it’s still night,” she mumbled, her face buried in her blanket.

Mikasa was already up, sitting at her desk in her oversized hoodie with her laptop open. “Class schedules are in,” she said casually, like she hadn’t just caused a panic.

“What?” I shot up in bed, hair probably looking like a small animal had made a nest in it.

“Email,” she replied, spinning her laptop so I could see. “Eldia University ‘Welcome to Your First Semester—Schedule, Subjects & Orientation Info.’”

Sasha bolted upright. “Tell me I don’t have 8 a.m. classes. I’ll drop out.”

I grabbed my phone off the charger, heart racing. A few taps later, there it was. My name. My schedule. The chaos that would rule my life for the next few months.

“Okay, so uh” I muttered, scanning the list. “Psychology, Writing Workshop Erwin Smith, Environmental Science and Chemistry Hange Zoe, and… oh shit"

"What?” Mikasa and Sasha said at the same time.

“‘Contemporary Political Theory,’ taught by someone named Levi Ackerman,” I said, holding up the phone with their school profile pictures

Mikasa nearly dropped her coffee. “Barista Murder Guy and his friends are professors?”

Sasha let out a loud snort. “Wait—so the resting bitch face one from yesterday is gonna teach you about politics? That’s either a disaster or the best class ever.”

I stared at the screen in disbelief. “I made eye contact with my professor before classes even started."

"Did it feel like being judged by a haunted statue?” Mikasa asked.

“A little,” I admitted.

Sasha clapped her hands. “Amazing. You're definitely not skipping that class.” I cursed under my breath and rolled out of my bed to plop on the floor. Well this is gonna be fun...i guess???

The main auditorium was packed. Freshmen filled the blue seats row by row, buzzing with caffeine and nerves. Banners hung from the rafters—Welcome to Eldia University!—and a slideshow looped on the screen with photos of clubs, past events, and overly enthusiastic mascot appearances.

I sat between Sasha and Mikasa in the middle row. Eren and Armin flanked Mikasa on the other side, while Jean and Connie had somehow scored free shirts from the booth outside and wouldn’t shut up about it.

“Dude, this shirt is limited edition,” Connie said, stretching his arms so we had to see the giant blue and silver wings logo across and Eldia University in Calibri font letters on his chest. “Freshman year starter pack, complete.” he said with a playful grin

Jean rolled his eyes. “It’s gonna shrink the second you wash it.”

Sasha leaned over. “Joke’s on him—he doesn’t wash anything.”

Before Connie could respond, the row in front of us filled. Three new students slid into the seats—tall, intimidating, and way too calm for first-years.

One had short blond hair, broad shoulders, and a relaxed posture like he was already over it. He looked at us and waved, “Name’s Reiner Braun. I’m in Sports Science. Probably the only guy here who willingly signed up for a 7 a.m. conditioning lab.” he said as he sat down, “Why would you do that to yourself?” Connie asked, horrified. “Character,” Reiner said with a grin. “And I like lifting heavy things.” the other was tall and quiet, his long frame folded awkwardly on the seat “I’m Bertolt Hoover. Architecture major.” “Cool,” Armin said, perking up. “I’ve always liked design theory.”

Bertolt gave him a small smile. “It’s harder than it looks.”

And next to him, a girl with icy eyes and a sharp jawline, expression unreadable. she sat down, arms resting inside the front pockets of her hoodie “Annie Leonhart. Criminology.” “Whoa,” Sasha said. “Like, law enforcement?”

Annie gave a slow nod. “Something like that.”

Armin, bless him, found his voice. “I—uh, I’m Armin. Literature and Political Theory. Not as exciting, I guess.”

Annie looked at him for the first time. Not a smile, but a little tilt of the head. “You must like overthinking.”

“I do, actually,” he said, smiling shyly..

I saw it. The way he did a double-take, blinked twice, and then casually tried to adjust his hair like it wasn’t already perfect.

Mikasa smirked. “You okay, Armin?”

“Fine,” he said too fast. “Totally fine. Just… uh, hot in here.”

Sasha leaned forward to whisper, “Should we throw him at her or let him suffer naturally?”

Jean gave her a look. “Let him suffer, for the plot”

A faculty member stepped onto the stage. Hange Zoë, by the way she waved both arms like a flight attendant mid-emergency. “Welcome, newbies!” she shouted. “I’m Dr. Zoë—head of Experimental Sciences, resident mad genius, and your unofficial tour guide to chaos!”

The crowd laughed nervously.

Eren leaned in. “Are all the professors like this?”

“I think she’s the fun one,” I whispered.

“Great,” Jean muttered. “That means there’s a mean one.”

Armin was still sneaking glances at Annie, who didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she did, and she was just good at ignoring people.

Reiner caught Armin looking and gave him a thumbs-up behind her back.

Armin nearly choked on his own breath.

Orientation had only just begun, and I already knew: this year was going to be a disaster—and I kind of couldn’t wait. After the introduction of the faculty members, an excruciatingly long speech from the University president via video and tour around the campus in this scorching heat, it's finally lunch time

We snagged two tables and pushed them together outside the Cadet Lounge, the most popular café on campus. It had good food, fast Wi-Fi, and enough space for all of us—barely.

Sasha was already three bites into a burger before the rest of us sat down.

“You’ve been waiting to eat that since orientation started,” Jean said, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve been waiting to eat this since I was born,” Sasha corrected, mouth full.

“Can’t argue with destiny,” Connie said, stealing one of her fries. She swatted at him with the grace of someone who’d done this a hundred times, "HEY WHAT THE FLIP CONNIE!?" sasha yelled when connie successfully popped a soggy fry in his mouth

Reiner bit into his sandwich and leaned back, sun on his face. “Not bad. Definitely better than the mystery meat from the last school I went to.”

Bertolt nodded. “This is decent. I like how quiet it is out here.”

“You call this quiet?” Mikasa said, glancing around at the packed courtyard.

“For him it is,” Reiner said, smirking. “You should’ve seen Bertolt trying to nap during marching band practice at our old school. Still managed it.”

“I’m gifted,” Bertolt said simply.

Jean pointed at Sasha. “You’ve got food on your chin.”

She wiped it with the back of her hand and didn’t even pause chewing. “Good. That means it’s working.”

I laughed, sipping my iced tea. “I bet you guys are chaotic in class"

“If we make it to class,” Eren said, squinting at the schedule on his phone. “We have like—ten minutes.”

“Wait, what!?” Armin jumped up, knocking into the table and nearly spilling Mikasa’s drink.

She caught it without looking up from her phone. “Ninja reflexes. You’re welcome.”

Annie stood calmly, already finished with her food. “You all panic too easily.”

Reiner grinned. “Let them. It’s more fun to watch.”

I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. “Come on, let’s not be those freshmen showing up late on day one.”

“Yeah, Levi looks like the type who deducts points for blinking too loud,” Eren muttered.

As we all started moving toward the lecture halls, Armin walked beside Annie, trying not to look like he was thrilled about it. Reiner gave me a knowing look and raised his brows.

I just smiled.

Yep. This year was definitely off to a ridiculous, perfect start.

We reached the main hallway where all the lecture buildings split off like tree branches. The group slowed, checking schedules and pretending we weren’t all slightly nervous.

“Alright,” Sasha said, stretching dramatically. “Dr. Zoë, here we come. I hope she sets something on fire.”

“She probably will,” Jean muttered, staring at his map like it was written in code. “Where’s Room 203 in the Science Building?”

“Follow me,” Reiner said, already striding ahead with Bertolt trailing behind.

Mikasa adjusted her strap. “I’ve got Erwin Smith for writing workshop.”

“You’re gonna fall asleep,” Eren told her.

She raised an eyebrow. “I don’t sleep with both eyes closed.”

“Terrifying,” Connie whispered.

"Oh hell Nah" Jean muttered back

I glanced at my phone, already knowing what it said: Levi Ackerman, PoliSci. Room 101A.

I looked up at Eren and Armin. “We’re together, right?”

“Yep,” Eren said with a resigned sigh. “With the Ice King himself.”

The rest of the group peeled off with half-hearted waves and promises to meet after class. As we walked toward our building, the energy shifted. A little quieter. A little sharper.

The lecture hall was bigger than I expected—tiered seating, wide steps, and those tiny fold-out desks that barely fit a notebook and a will to live. Students were scattered across the rows, most with iced coffee and laptop screens already glowing. I slid into a middle row with Armin and Eren, both looking way too calm for 9 a.m.

“I don’t see him yet,” Armin said, adjusting his glasses. “Maybe he’s late?”

“Doubt it,” I muttered. “He seems like the kind of guy who shows up five minutes early just to judge you.”

Speaking of the devil, the back door clicked open. Levi walked in—sharp white button-down tucked into dark slacks, sleeves rolled neatly to the elbows, a silver watch gleaming on his wrist. He walked with a quiet, controlled purpose. No rush. No smile.

The room quieted on its own.

He reached the podium, looked out at the sea of students, and said, “

“Attendance is optional, but if you’re planning to waste my time, I suggest you drop now.”

Armin sat straighter.

Eren looked like he wanted to laugh.

A few people laughed, but I could tell they didn’t know if he was joking.

The rest of the lecture flew by in a blur of dense political theory and words I’d only pretend to understand until I could look them up later. I kept my eyes on my notes, even though I wasn’t really processing anything. Just… Typing. Writing. Surviving.

Totally not thinking about the fact that Levi had looked right at me when he walked in.

It wasn’t even a look, really. Just a glance. Barely a beat. A normal, meaningless moment.

I was overthinking it. right....well fuck!?.

When class ended, chairs scraped back and students rushed for the exits like we’d all survived something. I took my time, packing slowly, trying to seem unbothered. Armin was saying something about the reading list, and Eren was already scrolling on his phone like the whole hour hadn’t happened.

I grabbed my bag and kept my tone light. “Well, that wasn’t so bad.”

Eren snorted. “You were sitting like you were preparing for battle.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fuckoff, andddd He didn’t even look at me.”

Armin raised an eyebrow. “He did.”

“Once,” I said quickly. “Barely. Me, sasha and mikasa were all staring at him, professor erwin and Dr. Hange yesterday—he probably just noticed. Total coincidence.”

I said it like I meant it, like it didn’t bother me. Like the moment his eyes landed on mine hadn’t frozen my lungs.

I walked a little faster, brushing past the last row and heading for the exit. Levi was still at the podium, silent, flipping through his papers like none of us mattered.

And I definitely wasn’t hoping he looked up again.

He didn’t.

Good.

Better.

I wasn’t here to obsess over someone who probably thought eye contact was a personal attack.

We met up again at the usual spot—two patio tables squished together under the fairy lights strung outside the Cadet Lounge. Everyone looked a little more tired than they had this morning. A little more “college student.”

Sasha had two trays—one for her and one “backup” burger she claimed was for emergencies. Connie kept trying to steal fries while Jean launched into a dramatic retelling of their class.

“First thing Hange says is, ‘Who here knows how to survive an accidental explosion?’” Jean said, gesturing like he was still under attack.

Connie snorted. “Sasha raised her hand.”

“Because I do know,” Sasha said proudly. “It’s called running, you dumbass"

Reiner, who had a class in the building next door, chuckled. “I heard something explode through the wall. Was that you guys?”

“Possibly,” Connie said with zero shame.

Meanwhile, Mikasa arrived late, setting her coffee down and sitting like she’d just walked through a hurricane.

“Erwin gives no warnings,” she said. “Just jumps straight into theories on structural leadership. Five minutes in and he had me questioning my life choices.”

“Sounds about right,” I said, sipping my drink.

Eren sat next to me, still clearly annoyed. “Levi’s class is like… being watched by a hawk that thinks you're stupid. I swear he looked at me once and decided I was a lost cause.”

“He barely looked at me,” Armin added quietly. “Which was somehow worse.”

I didn’t say anything, but the memory of Levi’s unreadable gaze still lingered. I had answered a question well enough, but he didn’t react. Not with approval. Not with disapproval. Just… observed.

The last to arrive was Annie. She walked up with her usual calm expression, hands in her jacket pockets. She’d had a class in another lecture building across campus but still showed up, like she'd silently decided we were worth sitting with.

She took a seat at the edge of the group.

“Survived your first class?” I asked her.

She shrugged. “Lecturer talked for an hour. Didn’t remember anyone’s name. Absolutely Perfect.”

Armin was very focused on the lid of his cup, pretending to read the side label.

Sasha elbowed Connie and whispered, “Armin’s short-circuiting again.”

“Quiet,” Connie whispered back. “It’s happening in real time.”

Jean smirked. “He’s going to combust before midterms.”

Connie leaned toward Annie. “So, what’s your major again

“Criminology,” she said, pulling her ponytail tighter. “And before you ask—yes, I do know how to kill someone with a pen. But I won’t.”

Everyone laughed—even Mikasa cracked a half-smile.

Bertolt, sitting across from her, just nodded like that made perfect sense.

As the conversation spiraled into Sasha and Jean arguing over which café drink had the most caffeine, I leaned back in my chair and let the moment sink in.

Classes were chaos, professors were intense, and I might’ve accidentally annoyed one of the scariest instructors on campus…

But somehow, it already felt like we were forming something real.

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