(Armin Arlert x Black Reader — smut, 18+ only, established relationship, first time high, weed use, soft/rough sex, overstimulation, riding, praise, creampie, pussy drunk Armin, high sex, Armin being unhinged and messy)
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You warned him.
Told him he didn’t have to smoke. Said “You don’t even drink like that, baby, you sure?”
But he just blinked real slow, took the blunt with two fingers and said:
“You said it makes you feel closer to the stars… I wanna feel that too.”
That was ten minutes ago.
Now Armin’s laid out on your couch, hoodie off, sweats low, curls all messy and flushed all the way down his chest. His eyes are pink. His lips are parted. And his dick? Hard as hell.
“Baby…” he whines, head tilted back. “Why does everything feel like it’s moving?”
You straddle him with a smirk, hand stroking him slow. “Because you’re high, Armin.”
He nods. Real serious. “Okay. But why does your hand feel like velvet?”
You giggle. “You’re tweakin’.”
He moans at the sound of your laugh like it turned him on even more.
“Wait, wait—” he sits up suddenly, eyes wide. “Did I say that out loud?”
“You did.”
“…Oh.”
His cheeks go bright red.
You kiss his nose. “Relax. You look so cute right now.”
“I feel… floaty,” he mumbles, sliding his hands under your thighs. “But my dick’s like—” he gestures helplessly. “Grounded.”
You bite your lip. “So you want help with that?”
His eyes meet yours. Dazed. Obsessed.
“Yes. Please. Help me.”
—
You ride him slow.
Too slow.
Armin’s already overstimulated five minutes in. Every time your hips roll down, his hands fly to your waist like he’s trying to stop time itself. His head keeps falling back, mouth hanging open like he’s overwhelmed by every single stroke.
You lean over him, whispering, “You okay?”
“No,” he whimpers. “You feel too good.”
You giggle again.
He shudders. “Stop laughing like that—it’s making it worse.”
You kiss his cheek. Then his neck. Then bounce just a little faster.
That’s when it happens.
He gasps—like full-body, back-arching gasp—and grabs your ass with both hands.
“Wait. Why is everything so wet right now?”
“Because,” you moan, biting your lip. “You’re deep, min.”
He moans louder. Hands gripping harder. “I love you. I love you so much.”
You blink. “You always say that.”
“No, like. I LOVE YOU. You’re my soulmate. My twin flame. My goddess. My cinnamon apple—”
You snort so hard you almost lose your rhythm.
But Armin’s in heaven.
“Your pussy tastes like fruit,” he mutters. “Did you know that? Like strawberries or peaches or—wait, is it mango?”
You laugh into his neck.
Then ride him until his high gets replaced by nothing but heat and need and love.
Until he’s whimpering under you, saying your name over and over like a prayer.
Until he cums so hard he forgets what year it is.
And even then… you don’t stop.
Because high Armin is messy. Loud. Way too easy to ruin.
Somebody asked about this man and it started something in my core the longer I scrolled on here under his tag and when I tell you I ran to to grab my headphones to find a song for himmm? My Jabber and Tamsy loves we taking a small detour— I need him heavy breathing, chain dangling and them tattoos all over me! So please enjoy what happened when I used a rose and a great song to make some magic.
Song in mind: T Shirt & Panties- Adina Howard, Dreamin- PartyNextDoor
“Hmmmngh..” You huffed, squirming your hips around your slick fingers, rubbing them around in search of that spot you needed to scratch.
The clock flashed 4:16 am and you found yourself covering the bottom half of your face with one of Enjins shirts, inhaling his scent while your fingers played around with your swollen clit, whimpering his name.
You were a mess.
He was in the next room over and you knew he was up doing god knows what at this hour, you could tell by the faint scent of his cigerette smoke lingering in your room only aiding to the soaking mess you were making on your sheets.
“Shit..” You whined, your chest heaving with each breath as the climax you were racing towards fell flat from you losing focus and from the slight creak your ears heard move across your door.
Did he hear you through the walls? Your mind went through every worst case scenario in the book even after the creaks went past the door and down the hallway towards the kitchen.
The pounding sensation in your heart made your thighs tighten together, squeezing that spot just right thinking about if he caught you spread out in his clothes.
It was his fault he never asked for it back.
The creaks returned back towards his room as you pressed your body back up against the wall, trying to catch your breath from what you were about to allow your impulsivity to get into.
Pushing yourself off of your bed, your feet hit the cold ground of your room letting the gigantic shirt pool over your body like a moo moo, the man was huge standing at a steady 6’3.
The thought of him towering over you sent your mind into a trance like state, a small lustful smile resting on your face setting your lie in place as you walked from your door to his, making it seem like you were heading to the bathroom.
“Can’t sleep either?” You spoke, your voice soft and your cunt clenching around air.
Enjin sat on the edge of his bed shirtless, turning his tatted neck to you standing in the doorway. His hair fell from the usual updo he would have, covering his low lidded eyes as the cigarette he had in his mouth blew smoke around him.
“It’s dog shit in the fridge to eat too..hey..” He said with a short laugh, pausing to furrow his eyes on your figure, pulling the cigerette from his mouth to call you over with a curl in his finger.
“I forgot i gave you that..c’mere..fuck..” His last words a whisper to himself keeping his gaze on your body tip toe over to him to get a better look at the shirt.
“I wear it to sleep sometimes..” You said with soft chuckle, a knot forming in your throat from fighting a quiver feeling him tug on the bottom of the shirt to read the design, the coolness of his rings tapping your thighs.
“Wearing nothing under it?” He grinned, pulling you in by his shirt carefully holding your ass through the material still with his cigarette in his hand, squeezing with one and ashing it out with the other. His fingers found their way under the cloth and onto the back of your thighs, uncovering that leaking spot hidden but the curious blonde couldn’t keep his hands off of you.
"Jin baby I was only up to use the bathroom.." You lied, leaning away from him to keep up the lazy façade, he let you fall out of his arms on to bed, rolling him on top of you allowing the greyish blue color of the moonlight illuminate his tatted body. The cloth of the shirt folded back exposing the real reason why you pranced your way into his room this late at night. The way your nipples poked through the soft material and how it it softly mapped out the curvature of your body sent shots straight to his dick.
"I see why you couldn't sleep, she acting up again ain't she?" Enjin said, licking his lips watching you try to fold the cloth back over your heat just for him to push your hands out of the way, grabbing at your thighs to keep them open as he laid his hot tongue on the inside of them to lick the leaking residue.
He already knew what time it was when you came around after a heavy mission, that adorable needy look you in get in your eyes after drinking a bit too much, those moments you and him would sneak off to smoke in the car just to end up with your face in the backseats calling out his name like a mantra. How could he say no to you? If it meant getting his balls drained by your pretty mouth and those eyes he wanted to roll like dice to the back of your head, he'd do anything to keep a smile on that face and that pussy stuffed to the brim.
"Just something quick we have to get up soon.." You said breathlessly, wriggling your hips around to get him to put his mouth where you really needed him, but instead Enjin licked up your thighs, kissing up and down the squishy brown material before leaving open mouth kisses around those puffy lips dripping with the hot liquid.
"Enjin.." You whined, reaching your hand down to lace your fingers in his blonde locks of hair moving his head and his tongue hanging out of his mouth right in the middle of the sloppy mess, sliding him up and down at a nasty pace, pulling him back up to let your juices drip down his face.
"I love when you get needy.." Enjin winced from how tight you were holding on to his scalp, the slight pain increasing his hunger causing him to go back into your heat, lazily licking his tongue along your swollen clit, layering more open mouth kisses to suck up your flavor.
You bucked hips into his mouth while his thick hands clasped around your plump thighs to trap his head between the soft skin, pulling your pussy onto his tongue to fuck you softly with the wet muscle.
"Oh shit yes.." You whispered into his shirt, holding the cloth back up to your face while the other hand held onto his hair loosely, rolling your cunt onto his tongue, feeding the burning feeling growing inside of your core.
The sounds of him slobbering and smacking his lips against yours made your clit throb in his mouth allowing an orgasm to be pulled out of your stomach, sending round of shockwaves coursing through your body, shutting your legs tight.
"FFcuukkk! Hold on-"
"Mmm mmm.." He slurped, popping his head back up to push your legs back open, sneaking his middle and ring finger inside your slippery hold clenching to the shape of his digits, welcoming them back to where they belong. "Mama needed a fix?" Slurp. pop
"Rub that clit for me..come on- yeahhh mama.." He groaned, flicking his tongue over your fingers letting the warmth swirl over your sensitive spot at the same time, never letting up on his finger pumping inside of your creamy walls.
Shortly after another soft shot of your juices sprung out watering his face like a lazy river.
"So damn pretty, making a fucking mess.." He cursed under his breath swallowing every drop that left your body, kissing your puffy clit as another ball formed in your stomach from his painted black fingers curling upwards to hit that spot you loved oh so much.
"I needed to cream all over yo nasty ass mouth.." You spat, pressing on the lower half of your stomach, looking down at his fingers going in and out of that pretty pussy you were playing with earlier.
He looked so much better in it than you did.
"My mouth nasty?" Enjin said with a laugh, flicking his tongue out of his mouth to let a line of spit fall on your cunt, pumping faster as he re connected his lips around your clit again. "My mouth nasty enough for this pussy? She slobbering all on me.." He said against your wet folds. "I'll get you..slurp..back to sleep.."
"E-Enjinnnnn!" You cried out as that ball in your stomach crashed into a million pieces, enclosing the huge man's head between your legs, placing both s hands in his hair to bouncing him back and forth out of your quivering cunt so he could dig out the creaminess still left inside.
"O-Okay jin..ight! FUCK!" You whispered harshly, grabbing at his blankets underneath you to find some grounding as he sucked and hummed around that sore clit with tiny zaps of sensitivity mixing in, churning your stomach into a ball of knots.
"Keep using my tongue to get yourself off..I need that pussy ready for what I gotta do.." He huffed" Let me get that throat ready for this dick..I need to get to sleep too ma.." He went on, dragging his creamy white fingers out of your pink cunt, popping them between those needy lips, sucking in air at how wet your mouth felt, almost like a replica of your walls.
While he finger fucked your mouth, his hot muscle sucked on your nasty cunt, listening to your throat open up as his digits rested on the back of your uvula, gagging you just the way he liked.
"Atta girll, that my baby girl taking it so well for me.." He cooed, moving his head from your soaked folds to focus on his own problem growing in his pants.
Rising up from his kneeling position the giant man hovered over your body, removing his fingers from your mouth to use your spit as lubrication on his girthy length he pulled from his night pants. Thick, full of cum and heavy to the touch..you didn't know what leaked worse, your pussy or your mouth.
Tapping it on the sticky mess, he slid his length across your folds, listening to your begging whines to fill that hole he purposely kept grazing over with his tip.
"You look so damn good wearing my shirt.."
Enjin…baby..i’m watching you because writing this had me sweating..I see and understand the hype!! Maybe i write more??? I’m testing the waters with you love..
As always i’ll imagine with you soon, Tamsy and Jabber lurking around here…
Synopsis: He’s been waiting for you to ask, but at what cost?
Sit back, lay back, and enjoy your snacks 🤭
Tags/cw: 18+, car sex, pussy eating, toys, dirty talk, overstim, drug use, creampie, slight daddy kink, etc..
Songs:
Rock The Boat by Aaliyah
Bounce by Jacquees
Pussy Is Mine by J Kelly ft. Shaun
OTW by Jhené Aiko
“Here.” Passing the blunt over to you, he leans back against the headrest. Billowing out clouds of smoke, he reaches over to rub the inside of your thigh.
“Long day, huh?” He asked. You inhaled the substance and hummed in response. You laid your head against the window as he chuckled lowly. Taking another hit, he taps the steering wheel as he drives. Indeed, it was a long day for you. Rude customers, messy managers, and more.
So to wind down, you called him, your plug. A good smoke would help with the headache you’ve had. Plus, you got to spend time with him.
“Yeah, what about you?” You asked.
“Same ole’ thing. You know how it is.” He replied.
“Sounds boring.” You muttered which cause him to snort.
“Better than asshole customers in ya ear all damn day.” You chuckled at that as you gaze out the window. Taking the same route like always, he pulls up to a clearing. A hidden spot behind a few trees. Putting the car in park and cutting the engine, he sighs and relaxes back.
Time had passed as you two hot boxed his car. The fog floating around as you chuckle. He looks over at you with a small smile before flicking the ash into the ashtray.
“I see you’re feelin’ better now.”
“Muuuch better.” You said as you hit his shoulder. He exhaled a laugh and shook his head.
“Good.” He tapped your thigh before going back to rubbing it. You leaned over in your seat to lay up against him, which he didn’t mind. He tilted his head back against his own seat before closing his eyes, enjoying the time and your presence.
The car was silent except for the occasional laughter and small talk.
“Ya know ma, I’ve been thinkin’ on somethin’ lately.” He started. He kept his eyes on the windshield as you sat up to look at him.
“About what?” You asked. It took a moment before he responded.
“You.” He said. You eyed him with an unreadable expression before pulling back from him.
“What about me?” You asked.
“Nothin’ bad just… shit, I think about wanting ya is all.” He answered. He turned his head to match your eyes.
“Enjin, Look I-“
“I know, I know. We’ve been through this. But you gotta understand that this feelin’ isn’t going away.” He spoke softly, cutting you off.
“Hell, I can’t help how I feel ‘round ya.” You exhaled a breath and looked away. Catching wind of what you were thinking, he sat up straight.
“Look, forget it. Let’s just chill right now.” You went back to relaxing in your seat, but it was too late. His words stuck in your mind. He rolled the windows down to let some air in, clearing the smoke out. Taking in a deep breath, you exhale it and stare out at the moon. He looked back over at you as you sat there quiet in thought.
“What’s on your mind?” He asked.
“Nothing...” You mumbled lowly.
“You wanna try me again.” He said.
“Nothing.” You repeated.
“Ma?” His tone sarcastic.
“What Enjin?” Your tone filled with slight irritation.
“Answer the question.” He grilled.
“I did.” You replied.
“Either you answer it, or I find one.”
“Fine. It was about what you said… and my high is almost blown.” Instead of responding, he laughed. You grumbled and turned to hit him on his chest.
“Stop laughing.” Your hit only made him laugh more. Hitting him again, harder this time his laughter started to die down. Grabbing your wrist, he stopped you from hitting him again.
“Cut that shit out.” You squinted your eyes at him and tried to pull away to hit him again. Not letting go, you two struggled together until you were halfway on to him. Your body slumped on his lap as he held your wrists in both hands.
“I said cut that shit out. I ain’t gonna repeat myself.” He brought his face closer to yours as he spoke. You scoffed before resting on him. Loosening his grip, he places your hands into your lap before wrapping his arms around you.
“You done now?” He was eyeing you now.
“Mhm, yeah.” He rested his chin on top of your head. He hummed before squeezing you gently. Pulling away, he let you sit up on him.
“Still got that headache?” He questioned.
“Yeah.” You replied. He had mischievous grin now. He tapped your thigh before moving you off of him.
“I got somethin’ else that will help.”
“What, more weed?” He chuckled and shook his head.
“Naw, but you’ll see.” He said.
“Mmmm…”
“O-Oh, fuck” You take in a sharp breath as your mouth fell agape. With your hand in his hair, you tug and pull at the blonde strands, guiding him to where you want him. He had you in the back seat, in the middle of his seats as he smothered his face between your spread legs.
“J-Jinnn!”
He groaned against you causing a shiver to go through you. Tugging too hard, made him pull back. He licked his lips as he smirked. His grip on your thighs loosened as his gaze flickered back down.
“This ain’t enough f’ya.” Pushing your legs back by the underside of your knees, he used one hand to turn the vibrator up inside of you. When you arched up, he chuckled and kissed the many of hickeys on your inner thigh.
“Look at that,” he watched as you fluttered around the silicone toy. The sight making him drool at the sight. He licked the pad of his thumb before rubbing tight circles around on your swollen clit.
“She’s a talker.”
“N-nnngh, Enjin!” He stopped before lowering his face again after spitting on it. His eyes never left your heaving chest as he focused on sucking hard. The double stimulation making your stomach tighten.
“Mmm, c’mon ma, moan that shit f’me.”
You panted heavily and tried to push his head away. He swatted your hands away and pulled you closer by the hips.
“M’fuck, s-stop…”
“Uh-uh, you bring her back.” Now slumped, you couldn’t run. His tongue flicked on your sensitive but relentless as he grabbed the handle of the toy.
Tears started to stream down your face as he fucked you with it. Sliding it in and out slowly as he kept up his quick pace with his tongue. As your whines and cries got louder, he pulled back to stare down at it.
“M’fuck, come on. Stop holding back.” He kept at until you were spraying his face. He pulled the vibrator out of you, tossing it aside before slurping and licking up every drop from you. As your body convulsed, he prolonged your orgasm before pulling back.
“Ah fuuuck. Shit.” His face was wet with your nectar. He sat up on his knees and licked his lips. Slapping the side of your thigh, he moved to switch positions with you. Now leaning over in between the front seats, you balanced yourself up as best you could. Manspread behind you, he undid his pants. Slipping them down, his dick sprung free. Spitting on his hand, he stroked himself a bit.
“This is not… not what I thought you had in mind.” He snorted at you before sitting up slightly.
“I never said what it was, nor how I could help ya get rid of it.” His hands reached for your hips, pulling you back. Lining up with your entrance, he grunts when the tip pops through.
“Fuck you’re tight.” You gasped as another inch was pushed inside of you. You reached back to stable yourself which he grabbed your arm. With his other hand, he twisted your hair into a ponytail before pulling. Your legs shake as he bottoms out completely in you. With you back arched, his hand had let go of your arm to grip at your side.
“M’bout to make this pussy cum again.”
He thrusted his hips against your ass as he pulled you back onto his lap.
“Wait, wait… A-ah, fuck, E-Jiiiin…” He panted against the nape of your neck as you moaned. Releasing your hair, his other hand holds your waist as well. He guides you up and down on him as you arch up. When you started to match his thrusts, his head fell back against the seats.
“Fu-Ah!… You keep throwing that pussy down, we… Mmmm, we ain’t never leavin’ this backseat.”
Your moans and his groans fill the car and the atmosphere outside. With the car bouncing slight on the grass, the inside becomes hot and heated. He slid his hand around before using his middle and ring finger to rub your clit.
“Hah, Ah fuck, J-Jinnn~”
“Make that pussy talk to daddy… give me that shit, mama.” You had tears falling down your face as he kept hitting the sponge spot inside of you. Your legs barely keeping your grounded as he bent you over up between the seats.
Pulling your head back by your hair again, he grips your hip as he pounds you deeply. He threw his head back as he throbbed and twitched inside of. He picked up the pace as he brought you to the edge again. Reaching back and hitting at his thigh, he ignored it. Within minutes you were cumming for the third time tonight.
“Ooo, hah-ah!”
“Ah, fuuuck!” He followed behind you, milking his release as your wet walls fluttered and clenched around him. Slumping back against his seats, the car is filled with you heavy breathing and the smell of sex and weed. You laid there in between his seats with weak legs.
He stared at the ceiling of his car as you both calm down from your highs. When you came to your senses, you moved to sit beside him. He turned his head to eye you.
“Ya good, or you still got that headache?”
Happy kinktober!!! ❤️ I got caught up in my schoolwork so expect double tomorrow and not tonight, or today? 😭
Content: Black!fem-bodied!reader, smut; Semi public, oral (fem and male recieving), table sex, office sex, teasing under table , MDNI!, Basically porn without a plot
Summary: No one in Heaven’s Judgement would suspect that Arkha Corvus’ little sister has been seeing Enjin. He’s your brother’s right-hand and you're supposed to be off-limits.
Authors note: My obsession with Enjin grows everyday and I couldnt stop myself from writing a small smut. I blame @lovereren for this growing obsession! Please let me know what you think 💛
Credit: Photo by @/pfpanimes and divider by @/honeyluvsw
“Stick to the plan. No freelancing unless you want Arkha on your throat.” Enjin leaned back against his chair, giving instructions to his Akuta members.
“Understood.” Rudo, Riyo and Zanka said in unison.
Meanwhile, you stood by the corner desk, pretending to skim through the mission logs while Enjin’s voice filled the room. When the last door clicked shut, a smile crept on your face.
You kept your eyes on the scattered papers, but you could feel him looking at you, the kind of look that made your cunt pulse.
“Didn’t know Arkha’s little sister liked hanging around the trash heap,” Enjin said, pushing his chair further back.
“Just checking on how my brother’s underlings handle their missions.” You put the papers back in their shelves.
“Mm, and how are we handling them?” He patted his lap.
You walked over to him, swaying your hips. It drove Enjin crazy, he loved your curves, especially when you wore short skirts like today. You dropped on his lap, resting your arms around his neck, “amazingly.” You slurred, drawing circles on his clothed groin.
Enjin smirked, holding a firm grip on your hips. You leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips, teasing him. Enjin hated peaks. Why? Because you were like a hard drug and were full-on addicted. He grabbed the back of your head and yanked you forward, connecting your lips once again in a hungry but passionate kiss. He tasted like mint and cigarettes. You began moving your hips, grinding against his groin, wanting to bring alive a second life. Enjin chuckled, guiding your hips against him. You could feel his growing member against you, and you let out quiet moans feeling him rub against your clothed clit, small wet spots that were beginning to form on your panties. You stopped your movement and gave him one more kiss.
As you were pulling away, Enjin sucked your tongue making you gasp. Your head spun with the sensations, so wet and warm, soft but also rough. More liquid heat shot down your spine and pooled between your legs. When he finally let go, Enjin watched you go under the desk, giving his bulk a kiss. You unbuckled his belt, without breaking eye contact, getting drunk on his lustful yellow eyes. Enjin lifted his hips helping you remove his pants. His cock slapped against his stomach. You licked a stripe up the underside of his dick. Enjin was normally the giver in the bedroom, but loved it when you wanted to take care of him.
You looked up, seeing him groan and throw his head back, chuckling. After many sessions with Enjin, you knew how to take good care of him. You relaxed your throat taking him fully in. Slurping to catch access, drooling, dripping down. Enjin’s eyes were half-lidded, loving how your plump lips felt on him wrapping around his base.
“F-fuck, just like that.” He hissed, feeling your throat pulse around him.
His hand pressed against the back of your head to hold you down as you coughed around him. You loved the salty taste of his cock.
"F-fuck." He groaned feeling himself getting close. He caressed your face, gently stroking your cheeks. With one long slurp you pulled your head backwards. Enjin looked blissed out.
You jumped slightly, hearing the knock on the desk. “Enjin, it’s Arkha. You in?” He knocked once more. Enjin froze for a second, flicking his gaze down to you, who was crawling further in the desk until you hit the wall.
Enjin quickly coughed. “I am! Come in!” He pushed himself further into the desk, trapping you between his legs.
Arkha walked in smiling, “Enjin, you were supposed to send the report ten minutes ago.”
“Yeah, about that. I was just finishing up.” Enjin lazily grinned.
You lay your head on his lap, stroking his veiny length. Making him squirm.
Arkha stepped closer, dropping a few papers on the desk. “You look restless. Something wrong?”
Enjin gave a quick laugh that didn’t sound entirely natural. “Restless? Nah, just been sitting too long. Ehm, my leg’s cramping.”
You let out a quiet giggle. Enjin was rarely nervous, and this really turned you on.
“By the way, have you seen my sister today? She said she might stop by.”
You looked at his pink tip which was shiny with precum, you couldn’t really help yourself. With a flat tongue, you licked the tip, tasting the salty liquid. You took another lick, before putting the tip in your mouth, lightly sucking on it. Enjin’s body jerked at the sudden sensation, hitting his knee on the desk.
“Why are you moving like that?” Arkha frowned.
“Old injury. Knee acts up sometimes.” Enjin said quickly.
“You sure you’re fit for duty?”
“Perfectly fine,” Enjin said, forcing a grin. “Ehm, also, I haven’t seen her since the last council meeting. Why?”
“She’s been hard to find lately. If she shows up here, send her straight to me.”
“Will do,” Enjin said, nodding a little too fast.
Arkha gave him a suspicious look before turning towards the door. He noted down in his head to give Enjin an off-week to recover. “And send me that report before sundown.”
The moment the door shut behind him, Enjin exhaled like he’d been holding his breath the entire time. A soft laugh escaped from under the desk. You emerged, and the look on his face made you laugh harder.
“You’re out of your mind,” he muttered.
“Probably, but you handled it so well.” You made space for yourself and sat down at the desk.
“You’re gonna get me killed.” He shook his head while half-laughing.
“Only if you stop enjoying it,” you smiled.
You took one good look at Enjin’s eyes. He was a tiny bit annoyed. Enjin had always highly respected Arkha, at times, he felt bad for messing around with his sister. While Enjin was deep in his thoughts, you slid down your panties and hiked up your skirt to your hips, spreading your legs. Once Enjin got a look at your wet cunt, he forgot what he was pondering on.
He lowers himself onto his knees. The pure scent of your arousal hits his nostrils. With closed eyes, he gently presses his soft lips to your vulva. His eyes snap open to look at your reaction as his tongue snakes out to lap at your clit.
“Oh my God–” you moaned, Enjin watched pleasure plastered on your beautiful face.
He moaned into your clit, sending vibrations through your body. He lapped at your cunt, sucking on your lips, finding your sweet little hole with his tongue. You fist a ball up in his hair as you gasp for breath.
He chuckled against your pussy, "Shh, shh. Not too loud. Or do you want your brother to hear?"
His tongue finds your clit again, and his mouth latches onto it. Enjin two digits sweep around the edges of your hole, then press inside you as he sucked your nub.
“Enjin–Enjin–ah–fuck!” You were too blissed out to let out a coherent sentence.
Enjin curled his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. Your hips jerked, but Enjin quickly held a firm grip on it, while enjoying your sweet arousal spilling onto his taste buds. You bit your lips, feeling pressure in your pelvis. Enjin could feel it too, feeling you suffocating his digits. You threw your head back and moaned his name as you released.
You were catching your breath while Enjin stroked his length. He took a firm grip with one hand on your ass. His eyes looked dark and hungry. You placed your palm on the desk and another on his neck, knowing what’s coming.
Enjin ran his hand up your cunt, slicked his cock up before pressing it to you, and sinking in. He placed his free hand on your hips and didn’t give you time to adjust before he began pounding, listening to you scream in pleasure. Enjin was happy that the room was almost soundproof. The desk shook with each thrust. It wasn’t long until it started to tremble, shaking off papers and other items onto the floor.
“Fuck! Fuck!” You cried out, your head was thrown back, and your mouth was open in pleasure, while your eyes were fluttering shut. “Fuck, so good!”
“Fuck, that’s it, baby.” Thurst. “That’s it.” Thurst. “Fucking perfect.” Enjin groaned, leaning his forehead onto yours.
You bit your underlip, feeling your muscles tightening under your belly button. Before an overwhelming sense of bliss, then calm. Both of you caught your breath before getting dressed.
“I’ll see you for dinner?” You smiled.
“Wouldn’t miss it.” He smirked.
You dropped down from the desk. Your legs began to tremble slightly, but you kept your head up. However, it didn't go unnoticed by Enjin, which made him laugh hard.
With the migos music blasting in his expensive mustang, y’all were both in the backseat of the car in missionary position.
This was Enjins favorite sex position to do with you.
He loved to stare at your pretty face while being deep inside of your pussy and seeing the lewd expressions on your face. He would kiss your plump lips lovingly and then kiss all over your face.
Enjin lifted your soft legs over his broad muscular shoulders which was covered in tattoos.
He had put his thumb in your mouth, making you suck on his thumb which you loved so much and his other hand griping your waist firmly holding you still so you can take every inch of his dick. Oh lord his dick was so huge.
“Mmmm my baby is so nasty, such a good girl I have here.” he breathes out, his sexy moans escaping his pink lips. He loved how warm your insides were and your wet pussy taking his dick so well. The wetness coating his dick turned him on so damn much.
You were such a nasty slut for him.
“Take this dick baby” he coos looking down at your fucked out face.
He took his thumb out your mouth and leans his head forward to your soft breast kissing them before he latches his warm mouth onto your sensitive nipple, swirling his pierced tongue around your nipple.
Your manicured pink nails running through his blonde hair, enjoying every moment of being slutted out by your man.
The combination of him sucking on your nipple and him fucking you passionately yet rough hitting your g-spot was about to drive you insane with immense pleasure. Your pussy begins to tighten around his dick. Your legs trembling in the air.
Even the music blasting in the car couldn’t drown out your cute pornographic moans. You were pretty sure that the whole sphere could hear you.
Your makeup was ruined and drool escaping your plump lips, your manicured toes curled tightly, about to cum.
“Ohhh— F-fuckk!!.. Enjin! I’m about to c—“ before you could even finish your sentence you begin to orgasm and squirting all over his dick making mess on the car seat beneath y’all.
Enjin lets go of your nipple with a pop and looking at your beautiful and hot fucked out face, slightly annoyed that you came without his permission.
“Tch. Who said you can cum without my permission? Now I definitely needa teach ya a lesson on being an obedient slut for daddy. Isn’t that right princess?.. Now turn ya sexy ass over we ain’t done yet.”
bf!Enjin who hangs around HQ just to watch you gear up, casually calling you “princess” like it’s instinct. You bump his shoulder on the way past, and he pretends it doesn’t linger longer than it should.
bf!Enjin who trusts you more than anyone during missions. He leans on his umbrella, tracking every move you make as you effortlessly cut through trash beasts. He only steps in once just once when something gets too close without you noticing. When you call him out on slacking off, he innocently shrugs, but the truth is he never stopped watching your back.
bf!Enjin who watches you win every card game back at HQ, amused by how easily you handle everyone. Zanka’s complaining, Riyo’s teasing, and you’re laughing like it’s the easiest thing in the world. From a table away, Enjin grins lazily, completely gone on how good you are with those bad ass lil kids of his
bf!Enjin who sits beside you late at night with drinks, listening more than he talks for once. He lights another cigarette, brushing his hand against your thigh under the table like it’s a secret meant only for you. Every laugh you let makes him gravitate to you, and when Semiu catches on, she gives you that knowing, approving look that makes your heart flutter.
bf!Enjin who doesn’t even knock anymore when everyone else is asleep. He slips into your room like he belongs there. He curls his over 6feet ass against you in bed, head resting on your chest while your fingers comb through his hair, brushing past his scar and down his nape, tracing his tattoos. When he looks up at you with that familiar, needy softness in his eyes, you feel yourself getting warmer.
bf!Enjin who's tatted arms are wrapped around you as he ruts into you, desperate, needy, his groans dancing with your moans in the small room “Ha-shit baby” he sighs, pulling away from the crook of you neck, that he had decorated with multiple hickeys, dick twitching inside your walls when you looked at him so lovingly with those teary eyes, his name sounding like a prayer coming from your pretty lips.
bf!Enjin who holds you afterward, sweaty and spent, pressing gentle kisses to your face while grinning like an idiot. He tells you you’re pretty even when you’re a mess, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. And when “I love you” slips out before he can stop it, he freezes until you say it back. Then he smiles slow and wide “Good…cuz I woulda jumped off the roof if you didn’t” he says, dramatic per usual.
blurb: he keeps showing up. and somehow… you stopped wanting him to leave.
summary: what started as annoyance has slowly turned into something harder to ignore. connie’s everywhere lately, and no matter how much you try to keep your distance, he keeps finding ways around it. the closer the two of you get, the harder it becomes to pretend this is nothing. and honestly? that might be the scariest part.
warnings: mild suggestive content, flirting, emotional vulnerability, trust issues, food mentions, connie climbing trees again unfortunately, i was hungry when i wrote this leave me alone.
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it was late in the day when you were sitting in the library, studying for your test coming up in one of your fashion classes. you had been there for about an hour and a half, and your brain was starting to tap out. you were thinking about wrapping up soon because classes were early today and you told eren that you were gonna stay on campus longer so you could study at the library. he and his friends are always too loud at home so you can never focus, which he understood.
before you could even think about packing your stuff away, sasha slid into the chair across from you like she had been standing nearby, debating if she should interrupt you or not.
there was no greeting, but it wasn't awkward either. she just got straight to talking.
“i owe you another apology,” she said quietly. partially because you guys were in a library right now but the other part was because she was ashamed.
you raise an eyebrow, allowing her to continue on.
“i talked about you,” she admits. “after the fight. i shouldn’t have.”
you study her for a moment, thinking about how you’ve never had someone take accountability for anything they’ve done to you let alone something that you didn't even know about. so you just nod.
“thanks for telling me.”
she fidgets with her sleeve. “you didn’t deserve any of that.”
you don’t say it’s okay.
you say, “i know.”
and that’s when sasha smiles. small. relieved. that was enough for her. as long as everything was out in the open between you two she really wanted to try being friends with you. so… she took this as her chance.
“you hungry?” she asks you, nervous of how you were going to respond to the sudden change of conversation.
but if there was one thing you were always down for, it was food.
“oh baby, i can always eatttt.” you said, a smile growing on your face.
you both gathered your belongings and hustled out of the library, the thought of food exciting you.
“you know, i should’ve known you were a foodie because of your damn instagram.” you said with a laugh as you both pushed out the library doors.
”i mean duh, how do you think i got this thick? plus my parents fed me a lottt as a kid.” she laughed along with you. the two of you started making you way to the student parking lot because sasha said she had her car and was willing to drive the both of you. (and also because she didn't feel like walking the whole way there).
so you and sasha hopped into her car, you noticed how cute her interior decorations were, buckled up, connected to the aux and headed to your destination.
it was about a 5 minute car ride to the ramen shop you both agreed on. it didn't take long for either of you to grab your wallets, unbuckle and walk through the shop’s doors.
the little bell above you rang as you entered the small family restaurant, letting the hostess know a new customer had arrived. you both walked to the front noticing you had to order your food before you sat.
sasha watched as you joked with the cashier, she was a young girl about the same age as you two. she watched as you rolled your eyes when your card declined and immediately switched to another card which then, approved. she notices how you laugh like there isn’t a weight on your shoulders.
she finally says, “you’re… not what i expected.”
you glance at her. “what did you expect?”
she shrugs. “someone meaner. louder.”
you smirk. “is it because im black??”
sasha laughed nervously, her face immediately turning red. she looked like she just got called into the dean's office.
“no! no its not that i was just thinking in terms of our first interaction and your personality—" she started to ramble before you cut her off
”babes im just joking, youre gonna have to get used to that, fuckin with me.” you said as you both laughed off her reaction.
that’s it. that’s the moment.
the moment that you can truly say that you and sasha became friends.
as the laughter died down sasha turned her attention to you again.
“so who’s card did you use?” she asked, a small, yet knowing smirk on her face.
“my brother. girl you already know his money is my money too, thangya!” you said, knowing you could go on a shopping spree with eren’s card and all he would do is ask you what you bought.
sasha laughed in response, a smile on her face as she already knew that was the answer.
“buuuut…” you started as you noticed the waiter coming to your table with your food in hand.
he placed your bowls in front of you and asked if you needed anything else before he departed. you both said no and he politely bowed before returning to the staff only area.
sasha looked back at you, waiting for you to continue, but when you didnt she got impatient. “buuuuttt what girl you cant just start like that and not finish!”
she needed the tea.
you sighed, finishing the food in your mouth before you answered her.
“that… weird thing keeps happening.” you said it like it wasn't the most insane thing shes heard today and on top of that she could tell you were dodging on purpose.
“that thing?? bitch just tell me.” she said, covering her mouth to accommodate the food she was chewing.
you let out an even bigger sigh, knowing you weren't getting out of this.
“connie! he keeps dropping off snacks on my balcony. its been like more than two weeks since the basket i told you about.”
all sasha could do is stare at you.
“he’s consistently climbing trees for you?” she was shocked because since when did chivalry come back?
”oh girl bye,” you laughed, taking another bite.
”no but in all seriousness, i think he likes you for real.” the face she made was smug and you hated it.
“but then there's the texts…” you said, sliding that small detail in knowing what she was gonna ask you next.
“bitch huh??? um??? phone? now please.” she said, but the way she said it tickled you a bit.
you laughing for a second before handing your unlocked phone over to her. you chowed down on your food as she read the numerous texts between the two of you. (or mostly connie talking to himself… and you letting him)
sasha set your phone down on the table, smiling at you knowingly.
“y/n, he like you, like you…” she said, knowing her teasing was gonna irritate you but she didn't care.
you sighed, rolling your eyes as you took the last bite of your ramen before you were left with nothing but broth.
you looked back at sasha, debating on what you were gonna say next.
you didn't even know if what you wanted to say was true, or if saying it out loud would jinx it, but you went for it anyway.
“i think we got a little… thing” your voice was quiet and you were hoping that she didn't even hear you over the ambiance of the restaurant.
but she did.
sasha froze mid-bite. she didn't answer immediately this time, picking up on your change of tone. you started telling her how you're nervous because of your previous history and how you haven't “talked” to someone in a while so you're overthinking everything and rightfully so.
sasha finally chimed in asking a genuine question this time.
”how does he make you feel?”
you hesitated before you answered so she kept going.
“does he make you feel the same as the other fuckers you dated or talked to?” she asked, barely getting her full sentence out before you replied,
“no.” it came out too fast to take back. so you paused before taking a breath.
“not at all honestly, but i don't know what he makes me feel.”
sasha sighed, knowing how you felt. “then don’t name it right now. just feel him out… but don't give him a hard time if this is something that you really want.”
you don't answer her, taking a second to soak in her words while you pick at the remnants of the broth sitting in your bowl.
but then, she switches back to the sasha you know.
she started cheesing and teasing you and all you could do was roll your eyes.
“we lost her” she joked leaning back in her seat
”chat, she's gone…” she said, literally pointing and laughing at you, obviously joking.
all you can think is she just gon keep going.
“shes in love with a bald man.” she started cracking up, but you sat up in your seat so quickly.
“hes not bald, it's a buzz cut!!!!” you clarified, laughing despite what she said.
sasha couldn't contain her laughter, “i know that's right girl, defend your man!”
your laugheter died down at the same time as hers and all you could say was “bitch ima fuck you up.”
and then you both burst out laughing again.
“yeah say that again in three days when you're texting him good morning,” she said as she finally finished off the last of her drink.
but when you hesitated, even though it was just for a second, she clocked it immediately.
”oh???” her reaction was priceless.
“bitch you hesitated. you got it badddd” she teased and teased and you just sat there taking it all in.
”i hate you.” you said, finally happy you can let yourself loose with someone.
sasha shook her head, “you love me and you love that man.”
you finally sat back in your seat, "you're insane…”
you shake your head, laughing despite yourself.
sasha just hums in agreement.
“but i'm right though.”
you didn't say anything after. the two of you finished off whatever you had left before grabbing your stuff and heading back to the parking lot.
you were both cracking jokes as you walked back deciding to sit on the hood of her car and just vibe for a bit longer.
the laughter died down naturally, the atmosphere now quiet besides the sounds of nature and cars driving by. there was a small moment where you looked at sasha, really looked at her.
you hadn't realized how much you missed this.
not the drama or the rumors.
just this.
being able to sit across from someone who sees you… and wants to stay.
you bump her leg with your own to grab her attention.
“i did miss you, you know.”
and what you probably love most about sasha is that she doesn’t make it a big thing. she just nudges you back and says,
“i know.” nudging you back like it wasnt a big deal.
and now you knew for sure this girl was gonna be your ride or die.
and you would ride for her too.
it was few days later and you were coming home from school. eren was busy again today so you told him instead of his friends coming to get you, that you’d just ask sasha for a ride. he agreed, figuring you actually trusted the girl now since you were asking her for rides and didn't question you further.
you unlocked your front door, stepping in before waving bye to sasha as she pulled out of your driveway. you closed the door, appreciating the a/c in your house for once since it was a hot day. dropping your bag and kicking your shoes off, you rolled your shoulders to relieve some tension as you walked towards the kitchen.
you stilled in the kitchen doorway as your eyes came in contact with connies. he was sitting on the counter of your kitchen drinking one of erens’ redbulls and munching on something but you couldn't tell what.
he doesn't even look surprised to see you, almost like he was waiting for you to get home.
he takes another sip of his redbull while holding eye contact with you, trying to see if you’d speak first. when you didn't though, he gave in.
“wassup, mi amor.” he said, acting like he hadn’t been waiting here.
you couldn't even focus on what he was saying because your eyes flicked back to your brother's redbull and that food he had.
where the fuck did he get that? like was it something ej bought for me to eat?
but before you assume you decide to respond to him.
”why are you in my house like you pay rent? and what? you just help yourself to shit now?” the attitude in your voice was thick, and connie loved every bit of it.
he slid himself off the counter, walking towards you. “first of all, amor, eren don't care if we take his shit and i bought this food myself.”
he stopped right in front of you but there was still a good amount of space between you.
“second of all, you mad or you just missed me?” he asks, trying to hide how smug he’s being.
you rolled your eyes at him, pushing past as you heard him chuckle at your reaction.
you couldn't help but think that this isn't the first time he’s been here ‘randomly’ but you ignore it for now. opening up the fridge, you grab one of your drinks and look for something to eat with it, but unfortunately you have no luck. you didn't feel like cooking and you ate your last hot pocket last night so if there wasn't anything in the fridge you’d have to order online.
you sigh, closing the fridge and turning to lean against the counter, noticing connie still hasn't left the room.
“you been here a lot lately,” you decided, since he didn't want to leave, that you’d try and see if you could understand him better.
he doesn't even deny your statement.
“i come over here all the time.” he says, because it's true but…
”not when eren’s not home you dont.” you knew you had said something right because connie froze, mid-sip.
his jaw flexed for half a second but it wasn't quick enough to get past you.
got him…
he swallowed his drink a bit slower and you watched him, trying to pick up on something, anything.
“you be noticing when im here?” his tone dipped, but instead of teasing, like he intended, he sounded curious.
you knew this was a trap so you avoided it because you weren't about to play his game.
“it's my house. i notice everything.”
connie just smirked and dropped his gaze, like he knew you were trying to be smart. so he’d just play along with you.
“mm. good.”
you nod, turning your attention to your phone as you push yourself up to sit on the counter, opening up doordash so you could order some food.
connie walked over to you, just wanting to irritate you some more so he leaned over your shoulder a tiny bit.
“what you doin?” his voice dropped now that he was closer to your ear. closer than necessary if you may add. it was like he was testing how much you’d let him get away with. it gave you chills, how bold he was, but it didn't show physically so he didn't notice it.
“can you back up sir im trying to order myself some food.” you said but there was no real bite.
”i seen you eyeing my food when you walked in.” he said, and just the mention of it had you putting your phone down, although you were trying to look annoyed.
“so?” you asked, for once, wanting him to continue talking.
”so you want a bite? its a sandwich i got from the bodega. its a new one they have but i tried it and its so fucking good,” he started ranting and it made you chuckle a bit.
you lowkey thought it was cute how interested he was in telling you about a sandwich from…
what did he call it??
you watched him in his explanation as he walked back to where he left his sandwich so he could bring it to you to try.
but you had a question.
”whats a bodega?” you asked, what you thought was a harmless question but when connie gasped and stopped in his tracks you figured maybe it wasn't.
connie looked at you like what you said was illegal.
“… you serious right now?”
you just stared at him, confused. “what?”
he drags a hand down his face shaking his head, knowing he was just being dramatic.
“ay dios mío… she doesn't know what a bodega is, “ he mumbles under his breath, half to himself and half to the universe.
you fold your arms, adjusting yourself on the counter as you laughed at his overdramatic reaction.
“okay alright relax bodega boy, not everyone grew up wherever you did.” you said.
“nah, nah its not even like that,” connie picked the sandwich back up, holding it like its a trophy. “a bodega is like… corner store. but better. like—“ he literally pauses to emphasize the sandwich in his hands, “you go in for one thing, come out with a whole meal, a drink, and probably a life lesson.”
you raised a brow. “a life lesson?”
”yeah,” he nods, dead serious. “like dont trust nobody who rush your sandwich.”
that makes you genuinely laugh, shaking your head.
“you’re funny.”
“and you're hungry,” he shot back. “we gotta fix that.”
there was something soft in his tone now. not teasing. offering.
he unwrapped the sandwich, showing you all its glory, and gestures for you to take it from him.
“hm. take a bite.”
you look at it.
then at him.
then back at it.
and instead of grabbing it, you tilted your head slightly. (which, first of all, drove connie insane.)
”…no.”
his brows pulled together. “no?”
you lean back on your hands against the counter, eyes flicking up at him just a little too knowingly.
“feed it to me.” you said, holding his gaze like you didn't just cross the line.
you could hear a pin drop, how silent it was.
it wasn't a long silence though as you watch something in his face change. his tongue dragged slowly across his bottom lip before he could stop himself. “you a minx with everyone or you just doin this on purpose?”
you could tell that you were getting him.
and you liked it.
”tik tok, bodega boy.” you said as a smirk played on your lips.
he adjusted his stance as he spoke up. “oh,” a small huff of a laugh followed. “you bougie like that?”
you just shrugged, playing it off like you werent nervous as fuck from how close he was to you.
“do you know who my brother is?” you say casually. “erens been spoiling me since i was like… born. i dont reach for nothing.”
that does it. he's a goner, guys. you're not like any girl he's ever met and now he's really interested.
he steps closer to you, almost close enough to trap you but not quite there yet.
its enough that you feel his presence though, and he made sure of that.
“ight,” he says quietly. “say less.” he steps in like he forgot how much space he was supposed to leave between you.
he grabs half of the sandwich, setting the other half down, and lifts it to your mouth. your eyes stay on his hand at first.
then your gaze meets his.
and now you're both looking at each other.
and it feels way too long for something this simple. the air went from heavy to tense real quick.
and trust, fucking with connie, its the right kind of tense.
”open,” he says, his tone low but not demanding. it wasn't joking either.
you don't even realize you listened until you already have.
he brings the sandwich to your lips, his hand underneath ready to catch anything that falls.
you take a bite and chew but you don't look away and neither does connie.
it's not even about the sandwich anymore.
for either of you.
connie swallows.
hard.
his free hand is flexing at his side like he was fighting the urge to touch you somewhere he shouldn't.
you start feeling the heat between your legs so you swing your right leg over your left, just barely brushing his thigh.
it could’ve been an accident…
but it wasn't.
“its good?” he asked, his voice rougher now, and you noticed it.
you nod slowly, refusing to be the one to break eye contact.
“…yeah.” you paused for a second. “you was right.”
he huffs a soft laugh, shaking his head.
“i usually am” he said, not cocky, but proud.
you could tell, besides the fact that he was looking at you, that he was watching you. almost like he was trying to figure you something out.
connie was about to say something when he was interrupted…
by a car engine.
outside.
both of you freeze. your eyes flick to the window and then back to each other.
you were first to speak. “fuck, its eren,” your voice dropped as if he’d be able to hear you two from all the way in his car.
that immediately shatters the atmosphere that the two of you had created unknowingly.
you hopped off the counter and connie stepped out your way.
you were quick to grab your drink but you looked back when you heard connie wrapping up the rest of the sandwich.
you paused.
then you walked back and snatched it.
“…yo,” he laughs under his breath, “you serious?” but he didn't move to stop you.
you were already halfway out the kitchen, phone, drink and sandwich in hand.
“consider it payment.” you said, as you turned the corner, knowing he’d follow you.
”for what?”
you turn back to him before you head up the stairs, a tiny smirk playing on your lips.
“for being in my house like you pay rent.” you say, giving him a look up and down before trying to hide the fact that your smirk is growing.
you turned to walk up the stairs as you said your last words to him for the day.
“…later, springer.” your eyes dipping down for half a second and then you disappeared upstairs like nothing happened.
connie was confused why you emphasized his last name like that but then he looked down.
it was silent as he stood there for a second.
then he groans, turning to walk to the couch.
“coño…” he said to himself, a hand dragging over his face.
“i need to get it together bro”
he grabs a one of the throw pillow on the couch as he sits down, dropping it on his lap and sighing.
“that girl gon be the death of me, i swear to god…” and the worst part? he wasn't even mad about it
its when he hears keys at the door that hes straightens up. grabbing the controller he turns on the ps5.
his smirk never let his face though…
why would it?
sneaky springer took a w tonight. (in his book at least)
the next night you were sitting on your balcony smoking a blunt. it was another school night and you had finished all you homework so you were texting sasha and scrolling through instagram, giving yourself a little “me” time.
you couldn't help but let your thoughts wander to yesterday.
how close connie was.
you brushing against his leg.
how he was waiting for you when you got home…
it was driving you crazy…
you hadn’t thought of anyone you’ve ever dated this much and in the matter of a few weeks connie has managed to find himself in your head rent free. (of course you’d never let him know that though.)
to satiate your thoughts, you decided to go back and read some of you and connies messages. you were enjoying the night's ambiance as you scrolled, allowing yourself to be absorbed in your blunt and your phone. the wind felt nice against your skin, your night routine already done and pajamas already on you knew you’d be going to bed soon.
you heard a car pull in the driveway, not paying it any mind as you reread the messages connie sent you. you assumed it was eren coming home from getting food until you heard the rustling of leaves below you.
it didn't scare you, at this point you knew it was connie since you had bumped into him sneaking onto your balcony a few times now.
you stood from your seat walking over to lean against your balcony but still looking at your phone.
you heard a familiar soft laugh from below you.
“someone owe you money or something? why you lookin at your phone like that?” he spoke in a low, joking, tone but you weren't that far up so you could hear him fine.
without looking at him you answered, “…you gon fall out that tree one day and im just gonna laugh.”
connie started climbing up the tree like it was a part of his normal workout routine now. “nah. you’d catch me.” he chuckled
you looked at him crazy as he carefully balanced his way over to your balcony’s railing.
“how the hell would i catch you if im up here.” you asked him, trying to hide the smile on your face.
”dont read into it babe... may i?” he gestured, asking if he could step onto your balcony.
that babe word had you freezing for a second before you shook it off and hummed in agreement.
he pulls himself onto the balcony but still leaves a good amount of space between the two of you. he’s acting like he’s learned boundaries…
oh, please you thought as you recalled yesterday, mentally rolling your eyes.
connie, being nosey as ever, peaked at your phone and noticed what you had open. a smile spreading on his face like a wildfire.
”you just like reading my messages or you missed me?”
you huffed a dry laugh and rolled your eyes.
“that must be your favorite thing to say. you text like you talk,”
conie raises a brow. “how?”
”too much.”
he laughed at that one but came back and clocked your tea.
“oh yeah? but you the one sitting here reading them.
you don't deny it like you usually would and he noticed that.
there was a pause for a second before he pulled something out…
its not a full basket this time. its a gift bag. your favorite snacks, the bodega sandwich, and a few drinks were organized into the bag for you. connie pointed out the warhead lollipops which was something he’s never gotten you before.
“they ain’t have the ones you like, the blowpops, so i grabbed these instead… you said you liked sour last time.”
he remembered something that small…?
you feel like you guys had texted about it like once before but you didn't expect him to remember that.
you decide not to thank him directly, instead opening the bag of lollipops, taking one for yourself and then offering one to him.
he’s stunned for a second because you’ve never offered to share anything with him before. that was like the root of the problem when you two met to be fair so this?
this felt like a new kind of high for connie and it only increased when your hands brushed as he took the lollipop from you.
neither one of you pulled away at first, but realizing what you were doing you pulled your hand back and stood up straight.
“you do too much…” you mumbled, as if only you were supposed to hear it.
but connie took a step forward, “you think so? because i dont think i’m doing enough.”
the tone of his voice dropped and it sent chills down your spine.
this time, he noticed.
his eyes moving to meet yours, slower this time.
“…there it is” he smirked, knowing now that he does have an effect on you.
before he could say anything else though you brought yourselves back to reality. “…you should go. eren might be home soon.”
connie took a step back this time as the atmosphere, once again, shattered.
he just played it cool, slowly making his way back to his escape route.
“yeah… i was about to leave anyway.”
he wasn't.
you both knew that.
he lingered for a second before making his way back over the railing and climbing down.
he made his way back to his car giving you one last look before he got in. you stayed on your balcony with your snacks and phone still in hand as you watched him pull out and drive away.
you look at where his car was parked one last time, before turning to your phone and opening his messages again.
after that night connie was everywhere.
you’d bump into him in the kitchen more often than anything and his excuse was always “i got here early im just waiting for the boys.”
but then you’d be leaving to go grab some food with sasha and right as you walk out the door here he come walking up your porch. you sigh heavily. “why are you hereee??”
connie sucks his teeth and grins, “man, i just parked, i aint even get inside yet and you already irritated with me.”
you simply walked away, a soft, “and is.” could be heard as your voice fades away.
you know he couldn't see the knowing smile on your face as you walked but you do know what he was looking at and now you're so glad you put on your good jeans before you left the house…
and then the next time you see him lounging on the couch in your living room you don't even say anything to him. you just roll your eyes and go on about your business, not wanting to interact with him while eren's home because you don't know where it could lead.
he's dropping snacks off weekly. he's sending good morning texts. before it was sometimes you reply and sometimes you dont but now…
the good morning texts have become a daily thing for you. of course you're never texting first but waking up and seeing that connie has texted you good morning has started to become one of your favorite parts of your day.
at this point, you couldn't call it a coincidence anymore…
you couldn't deny that everything he did felt like it meant something.
two weeks since the balcony and you're still seeing connie everywhere. things have changed since then but you still have your doubts about all of this.
it was a friday and you were on facetime with sasha, both of you doing your own thing but yapping with each other here and there. laid out on your bed in your pajama short set, you were enjoying the new show sasha recommended to you when you heard your stomach grumbling.
you groaned aloud, too lazy to go downstairs to grab yourself something to eat. you had forgot to ask eren to restock your fridge so it was currently empty.
“sashimiiiii” you whine, trying to get your friends' attention.
she was doing her nails so she was pretty locked in but she heard you so without looking at the camera she answered you.
”why are you whining and where did this nickname come from?” she asked, a soft laugh mixed into her tone.
“im hungryyy,” you said, wishing she could teleport so she could just go downstairs to get your snacks.
she side eyed the camera, raising a brow. “is that the answer to both questions?” she asked, amused at how lazy you were being because its not common for you.
”yes,” you huffed because she still wasn't solving your problem.
‘’well then get your lazy ass up and go to your kitchen. actin like you dont got hella food downstairs.” she mumbled the last part to herself as she focused on putting a charm on her ring finger but you heard her and just groaned in response.
pausing your show and standing from the bed, you quickly grab your phone and tell sasha you’d be right back before hanging up and heading downstairs to grab yourself something to eat.
unfortunately though you wouldn't be right back. that much was obvious when you made it down the last few steps and looked to see connie blocking the kitchen doorway. you didn't have to avoid him this time because eren isn't home today, so you walked up to him slowly, waiting for him to pull his attention from his phone to you.
“why are you standing in the doorway like you security or something?” you asked him, as you stopped to stand right in front of him.
”what, i cant be at my friends house?” he said, trynna be slick.
you scoffed a bit, second guessing your thoughts from yesterday.
i cant tell with him. maybe he really is just playing with me and he's trynna see how far he can get.
“not when your friend not home.” you said with more attitude than you intended, but you can see how connie notices and straightens up a little bit.
…oh. that did something.
you don't know what but you decided to move past it, opening your phone to immediately text sasha about this.
connie, on the other hand, was processing the attitude you just gave him. it didn't feel like the joking attitude you've had recently, it felt like the attitude you had the day you two met.
he glanced down at your phone to see who you were texting but he didn't quite catch it as you swiped out of the text thread. though, there was something in your texts that did catch his eye. something he felt like he needed to address now.
“you aint even save my number yet ma?” he asked, as he let out a quiet breath through his nose. it was a dry laugh like he was upset almost.
you didn't look up though, just continuing to the fridge as you texted your friend. “you ain't earn one yet.” you said off-handedly, as you set your phone down on the counter and move to open the fridge.
but…
connie catches your wrist before you can reach the handle. it's not tight but stern as he gently turns you to face him. you paused because you didn't even know he was following behind you.
looking at his hand and then at him you realize
…i’m letting him touch me.
why am i letting him touch me?
you don't think to pull away immediately and that's the first thing that alarms you because normally you would.
connie brings you back as he finally speaks up, "don't do me like that.” his voice was quieter.
he wasn't smiling.
he wasn't joking.
you could tell this was… different.
”do you like what? i said it how it is.” you said as you wiggled your wrist out of his grasp. you looked at him for a second but when he didn't say anything you tried to turn back to the fridge.
thats when his hand slides to your hip, pulling you back in place, closer than the two of you have ever been before.
it was dangerous.
it didnt feel aggressive, it just felt… controlled. like connie needed you to just listen for a second.
…okay?
this… is new.
but for once you don't snap, you freeze.
because it’s connie...
so you don’t push him off, you just… stay.
looking at him.
he exhales because he feels like he’s been holding this in for weeks. and he has honestly, from you and himself. but seeing his number still unsaved in your phone all this time makes him want to be more up front with you.
“i don’t know what you think i been doin… but i ain’t been playin with you.”
you scoffed like it was a reflex when you hear someone say those words. it was a defense mechanism that was muscle memory at this point.
”i’ve heard that before,” you say, regretting giving him the chance to speak to you but he tightens his grip on your hip, his other hand coming up to rest on the other side as he held you in front of him. not tight but just enough to keep you there.
the look on his face wasn't one that you've seen on him before.
connie hoped that he wasn't crossing a line by holding your waist like this. it was the only way he could get you to just… not leave yet.
he started to speak again, still quiet, but a bit more rushed like he was just trying to get everything out.
“ight, then hear it again. but listen this time.”
you can't pinpoint what is about this moment that feels differently than the others but still cant help but think, who he feeling like…?
but you don't interrupt so he can keep going.
”you think i'm out here climbin trees for fun?”
”you think i’m droppin stuff off every week ‘cause i'm bored?”
”you think i'm textin you every morning just to run up my phone bill?” he asked, his voice getting lower and lower as he spoke.
connie let out a soft chuckle before he said the next part. because this was the moment for him where he actually started to believe it.
“you think i'm out here rememberin what snacks you like… for what? entertainment?” his voice cracks just slightly, proving to you that he's trying to be vulnerable right now as if his words weren't enough.
he exhales and runs a hand over his face trying to regain himself before he brings his gaze back to meet yours.
“you got me doing shit i dont even recognize.”
you didn't know what it was about this man but his voice right now was sending shivers down our spine but you still had some questions that you wanted answered. just because your brother and his friends graduated from the university you go to doesn't mean people don't talk about them anymore.
especially connie. so you tilted your head at him, eyes narrowing just slightly, “…so what, im supposed to ignore everything i heard about you?”
that was it. the question of the night. connie sighed, knowing he’d have to address this sooner or later but in this moment he’s glad its sooner.
he just nodded, accepting the fact that you probably heard about his history from other girls around campus.
“nah. don’t ignore it.” he drops his eyes to observe his hands on your hips as he speaks, not really proud about the shit he did.
his tone drops as he continues, “thats exactly why your brothers don't want me near you.
your brows pulled together because thats not what you expected.
he took accountability, told me not to ignore it, and explained why…
is he real?!?!
connie continues though, pulling you out of your thoughts again.
“i got a history. i messed with girls before and… yeah…” his voice was soft still, something you noticed when he started getting serious earlier, and you liked when he spoke like this. “i aint even gon clean it up for you… i did what i did and i can't take it back.”
right now, it felt like you were really talking to connie, not that class clown playboy that he always tries to be.
he shrugged slightly but there was no pride in it. he wasn't trying to flex.
his thumb rubbed a small part of your skin that he could reach from where his hands were placed as he continued to let all his thoughts pour out.
“…i just never cared enough to do better.”
that part was heavy. you could tell that connie is definitely outside his comfort zone but he wanted to tell you everything he could before this sudden courage went away.
and then he looks at you again, his eyes drawing over your face as he takes in your appearance over and over.
“i never cared enough to stay either.” he said as he pulled you forward by the grip he had on you, bringing you closer to him the before if that were even possible.
he leaned down towards your ear, wanting you to hear this part clearly.
“…that’s because i ain’t never wanted to stay.”
that the difference…
his grip on your hips loosens slightly for a second, still there, just softer.
“but you…” he pauses, like he's deciding if he should say it or not. “you make me feel something else amor,” he says as he huffs a breath, almost laughing at himself.
“i dont even talk like this with girls.” he said.
you blinked, trying to process what he said.
what does that even mean?
but of course he answers you without even knowing.
“you ever heard me speak spanish with anybody but the boys?” he asks you, crossing his arms, momentarily removing his hands from your waist.
you try to think and when you do you really haven't heard him speak spanish with anyone but the boys. and even when it's with them it's like two words or less.
he nods like he knows your answer already and his voice dips as he keeps talking. “my mom used to be on my ass about that…”
he sighed, pausing for a second.
”shes always asking why i dont speak spanish with nobody outside of the house.” he said, looking off for a second. its small, and you almost don't notice it but there's a crack in his facade now.
“she was sad about it but i told her my native language is sacred and yet…” it was silent for a second, the only noise in the house being the soft sound of a car driving down the street every now and then.
he looks back at you, his jaw clenching as he pieces together something even he didn't realize.
”…and yet i been talking to you in spanish without even thinkin about it.” he said, almost as if he didn't mean to. he slipped and you can see the realization hit him in real time as he clears his throat and straightens up slightly. its too late now, you already saw.
connie almost regretted opening his mouth to begin with because now he’s said too much. he pauses for a second thinking about how he can get the conversation moving again.
“my moms really used to get on me for that… for not speaking spanish. i had to tell her i move like ain’t no girl worth keeping around.” he laughed, small and dry. you made a face at him but as he placed his hands back on your hips he said the last thing you expected to hear after what he just said.
”…you the first person that made me feel stupid for that.” he spoke gently. you can see the moment of weakness that he has, the moment of vulnerability he experiences as he looks away from you again trying to regain himself.
…he’s not joking.
he’s actually…
why does that feel… real.
you swallow, thanking the lord that people really cant read minds.
connie takes the last step in, finally closing the minuscule gap that was between the two of you as you brought your hands up to rest on his chest, allowing yourself to finally give in to the moment.
”i don't wanna guess with you.” his voice was steady now, almost grounded.
“i wanna know you for real.”
his thumb rubs your side again as you play with the fabric of his shirt, now too nervous to look at him.
connie isnt having that though. he lifts your chin with his finger looking you dead in your eyes as he says, “i dont wanna be another guy you talk about like ‘yeah he was cool while he lasted’,” that felt personal for him but he kept going because he wanted to get to his point.
“i wanna know you.” he said.
“like actually know you” he gestures between the two of you.
“what you like when nobody is watching,”
”what you eat when you're not trynna be cute,”
”what you listen to or watch when you cant sleep,"
”what makes you laugh for real, not that fake shit you be doin sometimes. yeah i seen it.” he said, and that gets a small laugh out of both of you.
but it fades as soon as it comes and you’re back to serious.
“…i wanna know you when its just you.” he said, refusing to break eye contact.
“not what people say you are. not what you show everybody else.” he says softer.
”you, y/n.” hearing your name roll off his tongue did something to you. it was different hearing it now. everything was different now after everything he just confessed to you.
you inhale slowly, trying to regain your composure after all of that.
“…you talk a lot,” your words were quiet and slightly shaky but you made sure to hide that part.
but your tone wasn't dismissive or annoyed like it’d usually be.
and connie notices immediately, of course he does, thinking he overwhelmed you or crossed a boundary, his grip leaves your hip first and he gives you space to breathe.
“yeah… but you still listen.”
then he turns and makes his way out of the kitchen like he didn’t just rearrange the entire relationship between you.
after that… absolutely nothing about him felt accidental anymore…
and the worst part? as scared as you are to go through with this…
you didn't want it to stop.
a/n: reblogs and feedback are appreciated! I hope you guys enjoy and it doesnt feel all over the place or anything !!
s. you come back home after five years in hopes your feelings for your childhood friend are gone. spoiler alert, they're not.
w.c 5.2 k
w. drinking, bakugo being a good friend (he's growing on me, uh oh)
n. take a shot every time sero rubs the back of his neck lol, to the anon that requested this, sorry it took longer than expected!
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Sero has the biggest grin on his face as he leads you inside his apartment.
“Thank you for this,” you say as you step into the entryway, still holding the bouquet of flowers he gave you when he picked you up at the airport. “Promise it’ll be just until I figure things out.”
“Nonsense,” Sero says immediately, hauling your suitcase in behind you. “You can stay as long as you want.”
You glance around the apartment while he kicks the door shut behind him. It’s bigger than you expected, a little messy, but still, very neat. It smells faintly like coffee and orange scented freshener.
“Still can’t believe you’re a prohero,” you say, glancing at the helmet sitting on the kitchen counter.
“Still can’t believe you’re back,” Sero says, setting the suitcase down by the wall.
You laugh, softly, “It’s only been four years.”
“Four and a half.” He corrects automatically.
You raise an eyebrow.
“You counted?”
Sero freezes for half a second before scratching the back of his neck.
“Not like… actively,” he says quickly. “Just, y’know. Rough estimate.”
You hum, unconvinced, and wander a few steps farther into the living room. The flowers crinkle softly in your hands as you look around.
Sero’s been kind enough to let you live with him for a while, since you’ve just returned from your years abroad. Going back to your hometown had been an option, of course, but the thought of returning there hadn’t felt right. You’re fresh out of college, with a degree and no real plan yet, just a vague idea that you wanted something new.
You needed a fresh new start and somehow it led you to Sero.
Behind you, he clears his throat and picks up your suitcase again.
“Here,” he says, nodding toward the hallway. “Let me show you your room.”
You follow him down the hallway, and you can’t help noticing how much he’s changed since the last time you saw him in person. He’s taller now, much taller than you remember, and his shoulders are broader too. The oversized shirt he’s wearing drapes loosely over his frame, but it does little to hide the way he’s filled out over the years.
For a moment, you wonder if his muscles are defined underneath it.
You quickly shake the thought away.
Sero is your oldest friend. The little boy next door who invited you to the park almost every afternoon when you were six. The boy who stood up for you when the middle school bullies got a little too brave. The boy who walked you home so many times it became routine.
The boy who was your first crush.
And now he’s standing here, being kind enough to let you stay with him while you figure out your life after moving back. The least you could do is stop having such inappropriate thoughts about him.
The apartment is quiet except for the soft roll of your suitcase wheels and the faint city noise drifting through the windows.
Sero stops at the last door and pushes it open with his shoulder.
The room inside is small but bright. Probably the room with the most sunlight in the apartment and it reminds you when you complained to him, over video call, that the apartment you rented abroad didn’t have the windows facing the direction of the sun.
The room he prepared for you is neatly tidied up, clean and it smells like lavender freshener.
You pause in the doorway. “You did all this?”
“It’s not much,” he says quickly, setting your suitcase down beside the bed. “Just cleaned up a little.”
You step inside, setting the flowers gently on the desk as you look around. The room doesn’t feel like a spare space that’s been forgotten about, it feels like he’s put thought on setting it for you.
You turn back toward him. “You were expecting me to stay.”
Sero rubs the back of his neck again, looking vaguely embarrassed.
“Well… yeah.” He admits. “You said you didn’t have a place lined up yet.”
“That was months ago.”
“Yeah, but–” He shrugs one shoulder. “I figured it couldn’t hurt to be ready.”
You stare back at him, his ears slightly pink. Four and a half years apart, and somehow he’s still the same boy who used to save you the last slice of pizza without making a big deal out of it. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of him making the bed, choosing where the desk would go, which lamp to get…
“Thank you. Really.” You smile, sitting on the soft bed.
Sero just shrugs like it’s nothing. There’s a small pause between the two of you before you yawn, the effects of jet lag finally catching up with you.
“You must be tired,” Sero says, noticing the heaviness in your eyes. “Want to take a nap? We could order sushi and watch something later.”
“You know me so well.” You grin widely at him, though another yawn escapes before you can stop it. “Promise I won’t sleep long. I just need a little rest.”
He smiles back and nods. “Alright. Holler if you need anything.”
You hum, already pulling the blankets over yourself. “Wake me up if I sleep too much.”
“I will,” he says, lingering in the doorway for a second longer than necessary.
You’re already curling onto your side, face half-buried in the pillow. The last thing you hear before sleep pulls you under is the quiet click of the door as Sero gently closes it.
…
Sero doesn’t know how it ended up like this.
One moment the apartment had been quiet while you slept down the hall, the soft afternoon light filtering through the windows. The next, all of his friends had shown up like they’d coordinated it without telling him.
He’s not opposed to having people over, but today was supposed to be about you.
Now the living room is anything but quiet. You’d woken up with the noise of course, so now you’re hanging out with his weird friends.
Sero leans back against the couch with a sigh while Kaminari and Kirishima fight over his video game console, both of them yelling at the screen as their characters get obliterated for the third time in a row.
“Dude, that was your fault!” Kaminari complains.
“You ran straight into the boss!” Kirishima fires back.
He watches as you take another sip from your beer. He’s never seen you drink before, and he wondered if you could handle your alcohol. It’s your second can and all he sees is a cute blush on your face.
“So, how old were you when you first met Sero?” Mina asks, sitting close to you.
“Four,” you say. “We used to be neighbors.”
Mina gasps, “That’s so cute! Was he a really cute kid or was he ugly?”
You snort, watching as Sero’s face turns red.
“He was really cute. Always protecting me from scary bugs also.”
“Aaaaaaw!”
Sero looks away, his face red.
“I’m right here, you know.” He protests, trying to defend himself from embarrassment.
“So you were her hero, huh?” Kirishima says, not taking his eyes off the screen.
He groans, burying his face in his hands. “Don’t start!”
“Oh, I’m absolutely starting it!” Mina says. “Tell me everything. Did he use to hold your hand when you were little? Did you go to the same middle school? Did he cry when you moved away? Oh my gosh, did he–“
“I can’t!” Sero snaps and stands up from his seat to walk to the kitchen. You laugh because he’s cute when he’s embarrassed, which isn’t very often when you think about it.
Mina keeps asking you questions, and you answer them all, laughing here and there as the conversation flows easily.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” she suddenly asks.
“Uh, no…” Now it’s your turn to feel embarrassed, your fingers tightening slightly around your drink. “Not really. Why?”
She smirks at you and shrugs, leaning back like she didn’t just drop that question so casually. “Nothing.”
You frown a little and when she turns around to talk to Kirishima, you take your chance to check on your best friend.
“Hey.” You find him nursing a cold can of beer in the kitchen. “Sorry I embarrassed you there.”
Sero looks at you, then quickly looks away, a faint blush warming his cheeks. He brings the beer to his lips and huffs a laugh.
“You didn’t.” He mutters, ears a little pink. “They’re just… like that.”
“They seem nice.” You shrug, leaning your hips on the counter, closer to him.
“They’re loud.” He corrects, flicking his eyes toward the living room where Kaminari lets out another dramatic yell.
You huff out a quiet laugh, lowering your voice. “You used to be loud too.”
Sero scoffs, finally looking at you properly. “I was not.”
“You absolutely were,” you say, nudging his arm lightly with your elbow. “You used to show up at my house unannounced and just let yourself in.”
“That was allowed!”
“You ate all our snacks, Hanta.”
“I was a growing kid!”
“You were a menace,” you shoot back, smiling.
He lets out a laugh, shoulders shaking and you watch the way he throws his head back. When he settles, his eyes meet yours and linger a little longer than they should.
He’s grown now, and so are you. You’re both finally free from school and strict parents, you’re adults. You don’t have to sneak him into your room to play videogames on mute in the middle of the night anymore, whispering so you wouldn’t get caught. For a moment, you consider telling him.
“Still,” you say instead, shifting your weight slightly. “Didn’t mean to put you on the spot.”
He waves a hand at you. “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to their shenanigans.”
There’s a pause between you two and Sero opens his mouth to say something, but Kaminari’s voice interrupts him.
“Hey!” He shouts. “If you two are done flirting, we’re going to watch a movie!”
Sero exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face, already wondering if it would be too much to just kick them all out.
“I have to pee,” you say, pushing off the counter and setting your drink down.
“Yeah, bathroom’s down the hall,” he says automatically, still half-distracted, running a hand through his hair.
Inside the bathroom, you close the door behind you, the click soft but final. For a second, you just lean back against it, exhaling quietly.
Through the wall, you can hear muffled voices from the living room.
“Flirting?” Sero says, incredulous, his head snapping toward them so fast it almost hurts.
Kaminari grins from the couch, not even pretending to be subtle. “Oh, we all saw that.”
Mina leans forward, elbows on her knees, eyes bright with interest. “That was not just talking.”
“It literally was. We’ve always talked like that!” He insists, voice dropping a little as he flicks a quick glance toward the hallway.
“You ran off to the kitchen with her.” Kaminari adds, pointing lazily in his direction.
“I did not run, she followed me!” Sero argues, shifting his weight.
“Same difference.”
Sero groans, dragging a hand down his face before exhaling sharply. “You guys are being weird.”
Kirishima turns slightly in his seat, resting his arm over the back of the couch as he looks at Sero. “Nah, man. You were acting kinda different.”
“I was acting normal.”
“No, you weren’t,” Mina says immediately, tilting her head at him.
Sero opens his mouth to argue again, but Kaminari cuts in before he can. “You’ve been like this all day. Ever since you said she was coming over.”
He stills for a fraction of a second, then shakes his head. “I have not.”
“You literally cleaned your entire apartment,” Mina says, gesturing around them.
“That’s because it was dirty!”
“You bought flowers.” Kaminari adds, pointing toward the kitchen where you had put the flowers he gave you in a vase.
“…So?”
Mina tilts her head, studying him now instead of teasing. “You never do that.”
Sero looks away, scratching the back of his neck again, ears starting to turn pink.
“Can you guys lower your voices?” He mutters, glancing toward the hallway. “She’s right there.”
For a moment, the room quiets. Then Bakugo scoffs from where he’s been sitting, arms crossed, clearly over all of it. “You’re all idiots.”
Sero shoots him a look. “Stay out of it.”
Bakugo finally looks at him, expression flat. “He’s in love with her.”
The words land heavy, cutting straight through the room and everything goes still.
Sero doesn’t speak.
He just stands there, completely still, his fingers tightening around the can in his hand as his gaze drops for a second, like the words hit somewhere he wasn’t ready to acknowledge out loud.
Just silence.
Kaminari slowly turns his head. “Oh.”
Mina’s eyes widen, something softer replacing the teasing for a split second. “Oh.”
Sero exhales slowly through his nose, running a hand through his hair, but he still doesn’t look at them. His shoulders rise and fall once, like he’s steadying himself.
“Can you guys,” he says, voice lower now, rougher, “just drop it?”
From down the hall, the faint click of the bathroom door unlocking breaks through the moment, and Sero straightens immediately, head snapping toward the sound.
“Not a word,” he says under his breath, sharper now.
This time, no one argues.
“So what movie are we watching?” You ask as you return to the living room.
Kaminari and Bakugo start to argue about which genre to choose while you sit back at the couch, next to Sero. Your heart still beats fast in your chest.
Sero must’ve forgotten your hearing is extremely good, or maybe he just didn’t know your quirk has improved. But you heard it loud and clear.
He’s in love with you…?
You’re not sure if you even want to believe that. Because Hanta has been the love of your life ever since you were four. The boy next door who was always smiling and challenging you has your heart in his hands ever since you found out love is all about.
You never told him, scared it would ruin your friendship, and even when you were leaving to study abroad, even though you wanted to kiss him so bad, you didn’t. You didn’t want to lose what you had with him.
So for almost five years, you traveled and tried to forget about these feelings. But when you saw him at the airport after you landed, a bouquet of flowers in his hands, they all came rushing back in again.
You ran towards him, jumping into his arms in a tight hug. When you pulled back, he looked at you in a way you thought he was going to kiss you. He cupped your cheek, wiped a stray tear from your eye with his thumb and you braced for it.
“I got you these!” He said instead, handing you the bouquet of your favorite flowers.
But now… with everything you heard back there… could he possibly reciprocate your feelings?
You risk a glance at him from the corner of your eye, your breath catching just a little.
Sero is already looking at you.
Not fully, not enough for anyone else to notice, but his gaze is there when you glance over, like he’s been checking on you without meaning to. The second your eyes meet, he looks away, a little too quickly, bringing his drink up to his lips even though it’s already empty.
Your stomach flips.
“Rom-com!” Mina announces suddenly, clapping her hands together once. “We’re watching a rom-com.”
“No, we’re not.” Bakugo shoots back immediately. “Pick something that doesn’t suck.”
“They don’t suck!” Kaminari argues, already scrolling through the options anyway.
“They have kissing,” Bakugo says flatly.
“And explosions are better?” Mina fires back.
You barely register the argument, your attention drifting as Sero shifts beside you. His knee brushes yours for half a second before he stills, like he noticed it too late, and you feel the warmth linger even after he subtly pulls back.
“Uh… are you cold?” he asks quietly, glancing at you, his hand hovering awkwardly for a second like he doesn’t know what to do with it.
You blink, caught off guard. “No, I’m okay.”
He nods, but he doesn’t look convinced. His fingers tap lightly against his knee before he reaches for the throw blanket tossed at the end of the couch.
“Here,” he says, a little too casual, draping it over your lap anyway. “Just in case.”
Your hands still for a second before you adjust it. “Thanks.”
“Yeah.” He mutters, rubbing the back of his neck again.
Mina sees that. Of course she does.
Her eyes flick between the two of you, her grin growing slower this time, more knowing, like she’s connecting pieces instead of just teasing.
“You always this attentive?” She asks lightly, tilting her head.
Sero stiffens. “I’m just being nice.”
She hums, clearly unconvinced.
You shift slightly under the blanket, suddenly very aware of it, of him, of everything, your fingers smoothing over the fabric absentmindedly as you try to sound normal.
“He’s always been like that,” you say. “He used to hold my hand whenever we crossed the street.”
Kaminari slows his scrolling without looking up, Mina’s eyes widen just a little, and Kirishima lets out a quiet, almost impressed oh while next to you, Sero goes completely still.
“It was because you had no sense of direction,” he says quickly, a little too quick, like he grabbed the first explanation he could find. “You’d just walk into traffic without looking.”
You turn your head to look at him, eyebrows lifting. “That happened once.”
“It happened twice.” He insists, finally glancing at you.
“You let go of my hand the second time.”
“Because you said you weren’t a kid anymore!”
“I wasn’t!”
“You almost got hit by a bike!”
“It wasn’t even that close!”
“It was close enough!”
Mina presses her lips together, visibly holding back a grin as she watches the two of you go back and forth, while Kaminari slowly leans back into the couch, dragging a hand down his face like he just witnessed something life-changing.
“This is insane.” He mutters, and Kirishima nods beside him, quieter but just as amused.
“Yeah.”
You sit beside Sero, on the right side of the couch, Kirishima right next to him. Kaminari suddenly squeezes in on the other side of Sero, forcing him to scoot closer to you, your thigh brushing his. Mina wastes no time slipping in between Kaminari and Kirishima, making the space between all five of you uncomfortably tight.
Sero’s ears are already pink as he tries to shift without making it obvious. “I can take the armch–”
“Ah, you don’t mind if I use this, right, Sero?” Kaminari cuts him off, already dragging the armchair closer with his foot before dropping into it and propping his legs up on the cushion. “I sprained my ankle chasing a villain today…”
Sero groans under his breath, his shoulder pressing more firmly against yours with the lack of space. For a second, he thinks Bakugo might come over and make it even worse, but instead, he just grabs the other armchair and sits down like nothing’s happening, cracking open another can of beer.
“Sorry.” Sero mutters, glancing down at you as he awkwardly lifts his arm before wrapping it around your shoulders, pulling you in just slightly so you’re not stuck at an uncomfortable angle.
“It’s okay,” you say quietly, relaxing into him before you can overthink it. “I kinda like this. You’re warm.”
Sero feels his entire face heat up instantly, his grip tightening around you without thinking, like his body reacts before his brain can catch up.
The movie starts playing in the background, the screen flickering with light and sound, but you’re not actually paying attention to it. Your heart’s beating too fast for you to focus on anything other than his arm around you, the weight of it against your shoulders. Sure, Sero has hugged you plenty of times before, but now that you know he likes you, it’s different. Everything feels different.
Ten minutes pass. Then twenty. Then thirty. His thumb shifts once, absentminded against your arm, and that’s it, you’ve had enough. You carefully slip out from under his arm, murmuring something about getting a Coke, squeezing past knees and legs until you’re free of the couch and the suffocating warmth of it.
The kitchen feels cooler.
You exhale slowly as you reach for the fridge, gripping the handle a little tighter than necessary before pulling it open. The cold air hits your face, grounding, and you stand there for a second longer than needed, staring at the rows of drinks without really seeing them. You grab a can anyway, the aluminum cool in your hand, and shut the door with your hip.
For a moment, you just stand there.
You consider telling them you’re tired and going to your room. It would be easier. But that’d be rude, wouldn’t it?
It’s the first time you’re meeting them. It’s not like you feel like you need to impress them, but they’re Hanta’s friends, and that matters. They matter to him. And that, for some reason, makes you want to try.
“You okay?”
His voice cuts through your thoughts, softer than it was in the living room. You turn around and find him leaning slightly in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, his shoulders a little tense, like he followed you without fully thinking it through. There’s a crease between his brows, something faintly worried in his expression.
You swallow, your fingers tightening slightly around the can.
“Tired.” You admit.
His gaze softens immediately. He pushes off the doorway and takes a small step closer, like he can’t help himself. “I can tell them–”
Bakugo cuts him off as he walks into the kitchen, already reaching for a glass like he owns the place. He doesn’t even look at either of you at first, just fills it with water, takes a long drink, then finally glances over, eyes unimpressed.
“If you extras want it, I can tell them to fuck off,” he says flatly. “Don’t wanna be here either. Don’t get why you would. You just got back from traveling.”
You blink, caught off guard. Sero straightens beside you. “You don’t have to–”
“I wasn’t asking you.” Bakugo cuts in, already turning and heading back toward the living room, voice raising just enough to carry. “Oi. Get out.”
A chorus of complaints follows immediately, overlapping voices filling the apartment.
“What–why?” Kaminari protests.
“Dude, we just started the movie!” Kirishima argues.
Mina’s voice cuts through them, suspicious. “Wait. Why?”
“Because I said so.” Bakugo snaps. “Go be annoying somewhere else.”
There’s more grumbling, but it’s weaker now. You can hear the shuffle of movement, shoes scraping against the floor, someone grabbing keys.
“This is your fault.” Kaminari mutters as he heads out.
“Worth it.” Mina whispers, not even trying to hide it.
The front door shuts, and the noise of the apartment drains out with them, leaving behind a quiet that feels strange after all that chatter.
You stay where you are in the kitchen, still holding your drink, your thumb tracing the condensation on the can without realizing it.
“Impressive,” you say, trying to lighten up the mood. “So he’s the leader?”
Sero doesn’t laugh, still a little too worried about you. He stands a few steps away from you, shoulders a little tense, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck again.
“…Sorry about that,” he says, glancing toward the living room before looking back at you, his expression softer now. “They get… like that.”
You shake your head lightly.
“It’s okay.” Your voice comes out quieter than you intended, and you clear your throat, shifting your weight. “They’re… nice.”
He huffs a small laugh, the corner of his mouth lifting. “That’s one way to put it.”
There’s a beat where neither of you says anything, but this time it doesn’t stretch awkwardly, it just settles, both of you a little more aware now that it’s just the two of you. He looks at you again, properly this time, his gaze lingering as if he’s checking whether you’re really okay, his hand dropping from his neck to his side.
“You don’t have to stay up if you’re tired,” he says, softer. “I can clean up and–”
“I’m not that tired.” You interrupt, a little too quickly, then glance away, your grip on the can tightening before you relax it again. “I just needed a minute.”
Sero nods slowly, like he understands more than you said out loud. He shifts his weight, stepping a little closer without making it obvious, his hand brushing lightly against the counter beside you.
“Yeah.” He murmurs. “I get that.”
You risk a glance at him, and he’s already looking at you again, closer now than he was before, close enough that you can see the faint flush still lingering on his ears, the way his shoulders are a little stiff like he’s holding himself back from something.
Neither of you moves away.
“Was…” You start, but hesitate, your fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the counter before you push through it. “Was he right, though?”
Sero looks at you, confused at first, his brows pulling together as he tries to follow, his hand still resting against the counter near yours.
“About you… being in love with me?” You say it quickly, like ripping off a bandage before you can second guess yourself, your gaze flicking up to meet his even as your chest tightens.
His reaction is immediate. His face goes red, ears burning as he straightens too fast, nearly knocking his hip into the counter behind him.
“W-what? You heard that?” He lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes darting away from yours. “They–they were just messing around…”
Your heart sinks. Oh. Okay.
It’s small, the shift, but it’s there. Your shoulders relax just a fraction, your grip loosening on the can as you nod, forcing a small smile like it doesn’t bother you, like something didn’t just drop in your chest.
“Right,” you say, a little quieter. “I’ll help you clean.”
He hesitates for a second, like he wants to say something else, his mouth parting slightly, but whatever it is doesn’t come out. Instead, he just nods, pushing off the counter and moving past you to grab trash bags.
You fall into an easy rhythm after that, the kind that comes from years of knowing each other. You gather empty cans and plates from the living room while he clears the coffee table, your hands brushing once when you both reach for the same glass before pulling back almost at the same time. He lets out a small, awkward huff of a laugh, and you mirror it, but neither of you lingers on it. The TV keeps playing in the background as you move around each other, quieter now, more careful, like you’re both thinking too much.
When everything’s cleaned up, the apartment feels too still.
“Well,” you say, wiping your hands on your jeans as you hover near the hallway, shifting your weight. “Goodnight.”
“Yeah,” Sero answers, rubbing the back of his neck again, not quite meeting your eyes. “Night.”
You both linger for half a second too long before turning away at the same time, heading to your separate rooms, the soft clicks of your doors closing almost in sync.
Sero doesn’t sleep.
He lies on his back staring at the ceiling, one arm tucked behind his head, the other resting over his chest, fingers tapping restlessly against his shirt. Every time he closes his eyes, it replays… your voice, the question, the way your face changed even if you tried to hide it, and his own answer, weak and wrong and not even close to the truth. He exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face before turning onto his side, then his other side, the sheets twisting around his legs as he shifts again, frustrated.
“Idiot.” He mutters under his breath, staring at the wall now.
He sits up abruptly, running both hands through his hair, elbows braced on his knees as he leans forward, jaw tight. He can’t just leave it like that. Not after waiting years, not after you showed up again like nothing changed and somehow everything did.
Before he can overthink it again, he pushes himself off the bed and heads for the door, opening it quietly.
You’re already there, hand half-raised, like you were about to knock.
You both freeze for the briefest second, close enough that he can see the way your breath catches, the slight widening of your eyes, the hesitation in your posture.
Neither of you speaks.
You step forward at the same time he does, your hand coming up to grab the front of his shirt as his fingers find your waist, and then your lips are on his.
It’s immediate, a little messy, a little desperate, like something that’s been building for years finally snapping into place. He exhales against your mouth, tightening his grip on you as you press closer, your other hand sliding up to his neck, fingers curling at the nape as you deepen it without thinking.
“I thought–” you breathe against his lips, the words slipping out between kisses, your forehead brushing his for half a second before you pull him back in, “you didn’t–”
“I lied,” he says just as quickly, just as breathless, his voice rough, the words barely making it out before he’s kissing you again, like he can’t stand the distance. His hand tightens at your waist, pulling you closer. “I didn’t mean to, I just–”
You shake your head, cutting him off, your fingers tightening in his shirt as you kiss him again, harder this time, like you’re trying to make him understand without having to say it properly.
“I’ve liked you for years.” You admit against his mouth, the confession spilling out in pieces, your voice soft but urgent. “Since we were kids, I just– I didn’t want to ruin it–”
“You didn’t.” He breathes, his forehead pressing briefly against yours before he leans in again, his thumb brushing against your side, grounding, like he needs to feel you there.“You didn’t ruin anything. I’ve–” He huffs a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh against your lips, shaking his head slightly, “I’ve been gone over you for so long.”
Your chest tightens, and you kiss him again before he can say anything else, softer this time but no less intense, like you’re finally letting yourself have it, like all the restraint you’ve been holding onto just… slips.
He backs up a step without breaking the kiss, guiding you with him, his hand firm at your waist while yours stays fisted in his shirt. The door gives under his hand as he pushes it open further, pulling you inside with him, not letting go, not even for a second.
“I thought you didn’t feel the same.” You murmur against his lips as he leans back just enough to look at you, your noses brushing, your breath still uneven.
His expression softens, something almost pained flickering there before he shakes his head, his hand coming up to cup your cheek this time.
“I always did.”
You don’t let him say anything else before kissing him again.
this is so random but i can whole heartedly see this being y/n and sasha having a conversation like this if y/n was in a situation where she like two of erens friends😭
(anyways im writing chapter 7. sighhh i love this story)
like he’s actually, fuck, as soon as they finish up with patrol, or a meeting, or whatever fucking villain attack bullshit, and it’s time to clock out for the day, bro, he’s going homeeeeeee.
immediately. there’s no prattling about, no goodbye small talk, doesn’t matter who he’s on call with, the interns, denki, hell dynamight himself, it doesn’t matter. as soon as it’s time to leave, he’s already got his costume off, big duffel bag slung around his shoulders, waves a quick “later,” from behind, not even looking back, just the hand raised in the air because he’s already racing out the door.
and he’s buzzing!!! the whole drive home, hands tapping the steering wheel, whistling a jolly little tune. he talks out loud to himself as well, chores that need to be done when he gets home, or the ingredients to some something that he saw on his phone while he was on break, that he knows you would love, but he’s not sure if you have all the stuff to make it yet, maybe he should go to the store—
nope! he drives on autopilot, easily flicking the indicator as he turns the last corner onto the street where your house is.
jogs up the front steps, keys jangling, still fucking whistling, my god.
“baaaabe,” he calls, hurriedly toeing off his shoes in the doorway. he kinda trips over himself, his mind moving too fast for his body to catch up.
and next thing you know, he’s sliding on his sockbound feet into your living room where you’re sat on the couch.
you’ve still got your work clothes on, glasses on your head, as you glare down at the blue light of your phone screen with this pinched scowl on your pretty face. feet raised onto the couch, you tucked into the corner.
he breaks out into the biggest fucking cheesiest grin you’ve ever seen. all pearly whites and dimpled cheeks.
he drops to his knees right in front of you with a smile and a, “hi, my love.”
you rub at your face with one hand and put your phone down with a sigh. your legs drop to either side of his broad shoulder but you feel the tension release from your body with each second that goes by with him in your presence.
“hey, sweetie,” you say with a tired smile, both hands coming round to grasp each side of his face. your thumb strokes the apples of his cheek, “didn’t see you this morning.”
he sighs too, long, slow, coming straight from the bottom of his spine, “i know. i had a mission briefing early, sucked major ass.”
he peppers your palms with feather light kisses, and closes his eyes with a groan. “missed you so bad.”
“mhmmmm.”
“how’d your meeting go? with that shitty client?”
“tch,” you lightly slap at his face for that remark, but the smile on your face doesn’t fade, “he’s not shitty just, super particular…?”
“right…” hanta makes a face, like he wants to roll his eyes but he doesn’t want to give you an excuse to smack him about. instead he kisses at the ring on your left hand, teeny smirk creeping onto his face, “did the geezer take my wife’s offer or not?”
“and they want to me to be project manager— you need to stop.”
he can’t help himself, not when his wife is so smart and beautiful. he’s a simple guy at the end of the day, and he’s so proud of you, and you have the most gorgeous smile on your face, he just has to smear his lips all over you as a thank you for blessing him with the gift of seeing it.
your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids, your ears, your hair. wherever he can fucking get to. just smooch smooch smooch.
you’d think it was adorable if he smelled nicer.
“yeah, yeah,” you push his face away with palm of your hand, which he takes into both of his own to start placing kisses all up your wrist. “shower first, please.”
summary: eren and jean finally talk about that "we" word they picked up on last chapter and finallyyy connie decided to text youuu. this is over the course of a weekend so the days and times matter just a tiny tiny bit but u dont really have to pay attention to that
warnings: cussing, n-word usage, minor flirting(FINALLY) no actual text, (i want to remind yall that eren is half black for the sake of him and reader being siblings with the same black ass daddy)
blurb: a quick food stop turns into something deeper when Armin’s quiet kindness catches you off guard and Connie starts realizing he wants a version of you he hasn’t earned.
summary: while grabbing food with your brother’s friends, your hunger-fueled attitude slowly fades as you start getting along with armin, similar to how you are with eren. connie, on the other hand, struggles to get through to you and his frustration grows when he realizes how fast you warmed up to ony and armin. then all it takes is a one question and youre oversharing. but at the end of the night, a bomb is dropped on you and you immediately go to sasha to try and figure out your next move.
word count: 11,248 (+24 smau parts… pls… pls dont ask i genuinely do not know how we ended up here. also my format isnt consistent SUE ME)
warnings: cussin, past toxic relationships, “bad relationship with food” but not an eating disorder, accidental trauma dumping, suggestive themes (maybe idk), drug use (weed), (also not a warning but reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! it helps my work get out to others a bit more <3)
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when you and armin got inside the line was long.
of course it’d be.
it was always long when you were actually hungry.
you shifted your weight, arms crossed as you stared up at the menu like you didn’t already know exactly what you were going to order. your stomach had been complaining since the car ride and at this point all you could think about was your chick-fil-a sandwich and large fry...
armin stood next to you, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets as he looked around the restaurant like he’d never been in one before.
“you been here before?” he asked, glancing over at you.
you turned your head slowly. “be serious. its chick-fil-a.”
he huffed out a quiet laugh. “i am serious. you look like you’ve been planning your order since we walked in the door.”
“because i have,” you said flatly. “i haven’t eaten all day.” you werent even trying to be dramatic. you had only grabbed some fruit when you stopped by the dining hall this morning so your stomach was more irritated than you were.
“that explains a lot.” he whispered to himself.
you caught that immediately. you always did.
you narrowed your eyes at him. “and what is that supposed to mean?”
“nothing,” he said quickly, holding his hands up a little. “just… you’ve been kinda-”
“watch it, white boy.” it was a bit more snappy than you intended because of you currentl hunger problem but armin could tell you didnt mean anything by it
actually he was pressing his lips together, clearly trying not to laugh. “i wasn’t gonna say anything.”
“yes the fuck you were,” you muttered, looking back up at the menu trying to hide your grin from him, so he didnt see that he made you laugh.
there was a small pause before he spoke again.
“so what were you coming from? class, i mean.”
you exhaled, moving up in line a bit. “history of dress and culture.”
“oh,” he nodded, actually interested. “so you’re a fashion major?”
“yeah. i was thinking about starting a minor in psych too, but i gotta talk to my advisor first.”
“that makes sense,” he said. “fashion and psychology kinda go together.”
you glanced at him. “how?”
“people express themselves through what they wear,” he shrugged. “it’s like… identity, perception, all that.”
you stared at him for a second
because what he was saying made sense. like its literally one of the lessons you had taken earlier today so all you could really do was blink at him.
“…you just made that up.”
he smiled. “maybe.” nudging you a bit to emphasize his joking manor.
you rolled your eyes, but there was the smallest hint of a smile tugging at your lips before you looked away again.
right as the line moved forward, the bell above the door chimed, letting in a rush of air and loud voices that didn’t belong to anyone in line.
you didn’t turn around right away.
you didn’t need to.
you knew who it was who walked in and for some reason that alone was already annoying.
“damn, this line long as hell.” the familiar voice spoke.
there it is.
you closed your eyes for half a second.
of course.
armin glanced over your shoulder and noticed his friends walking towards them. “they’re here.”
“i figured,” you muttered, turning just enough to confirm it, and yeah.
ony and connie had finally come inside, their tall frames looking extremely out of place in the family friendly establishment.
connies eyes locked onto you when he spotted you in line, almost as if he were looking for you before he even walked in.
and then he smiled…
you knew that smile. you had seen it on so many faces, all wanting the same thing.
it wasnt big, but it was slick.
almost cocky.
you rolled your eyes before he could even say anything, turning back around like you hadn’t seen him at all.
“you gon act like you don’t see me, nena?” his voice came closer.
you felt his presence creeping closer.
too close.
his frame looming behind you like he already knew you weren’t going anywhere.
but you didn’t turn because you didnt want to feed into his antics. you're not stupid, you’ve played this game before.
too many times, actually.
boys like him weren’t new to you. they came in different races, different voices, different heights, but they always moved the same. smooth at first. always trynna be funny. and way too comfortable way too fast. they’d always look at you like they already decided what you were gonna be to them.
you remember one in particular.
you’ll never speak his name again but he was the worst out of all your exs and situationships put together.
he always had something slick to say. always called you pretty like it rolled off his tongue, but it never meant anything. he used to text you good morning and disappear by the afternoon, always leaving you worried if he was safe or if he just was ghosting you. he used to swear you were “different” while treating you exactly the same as every other girl you found out about later.
it was then that you quickly learned that your brother would protect you from anything and anyone.
it also taught you that attention didn’t mean intention and compliments didn’t mean care.
so now, you don’t fold. you don’t blush. you don’t give them anything easy.
and connie?
to you, he felt like that same type of boy just in a different body.
the smirk, nicknames, and the way he talked like everything was a joke until it wasn’t.
yeah, you weren't dumb you knew exactly what type he was.
which is exactly why you didn’t turn around becasue the second you did you knew he’d turn it into a thing and you werent about to give him that satisfaction.
not that easily.
you didnt care to be another girl laughing at his jokes.
he could be your brother's flirty friend but that's all he’ll ever be...
and you're definitely not entertaining him.
which isn't what he expected.
“i see you,” you said flatly. “i’m choosing not to acknowledge you.”
armin let out a quiet laugh under his breath, you really were proving to be connie’s first challenge in life
ony stepped up beside his friend, scanning over the menu. “y’all ain’t even at the front yet?”
“use your eyes before you ask stupid questions.” you said.
“damn,” he muttered, grinning. “you always act like your brother?”
“u wanna get popped too?” you asked, knowing ony didnt forget the smack he heard you give connie when the boy with the buzzcut decided to speak on your brother.
“my fault, i take it back” he said with his hands up in mock defense. he didnt want to be the next target of your harmless attacks.
you sucked your teeth turning back to the front only to realize you were next in line to order.
you moved armin to the side when the cashier called for the next person in line, causing the blonde to laugh at your childish actions but you didnt care because there was only one thing on you mind right now.
you stepped to the counter and saw another girl about your age standing behind the register. That alone allowed you to exhale knowing you wouldn't have to be too formal when ordering your food.
”Hey miss girl welcome to chick-fil-a what can i get for you?” she asked with a polite smile on her face
”hey boo, thanks. yeah, ill have the number one with a large fry and a large sprite and can i please have some extra ketchup and chick-fil-a sauce in the bag as well if you guys are allowed to do that.” you gave her your full order barely breathing between your words.
”i gotchu, just check the screen in front of you to make sure i have everything down right for you. will that be cash or card?” this girl must be getting paid bank to be this nice to people, you could never see yourself working in customer service. especially not the food service industry.
you were about to pull out your wallet when you touched the back pocket of your jeans and paused.
it was empty.
you checked again, slower this time like it was magically gonna appear if you gave it a second chance.
still nothing.
your stomach dropped just a little and that’s when it hit you.
fuck. i left my bag in ony’s car.
you sucked your teeth quietly, already irritated because now you had to ask for help and you hated asking for help if it wasn’t from ej. asking anyone else always made you feel weird because it felt like you owed them something.
“armin,” you called, turning slightly to look at him. he was the most easy going of the three so you felt comfortable with him. not because you knew him well or anything but because he didnt make you feel like he was waiting for something in return.
he stepped up quick, like he was already halfway paying attention to you anyway. “yeah?”
and truthfully?
he was.
armin had been keeping an eye on you the whole time, but not in a weird way and definetly not like connie.
it was quieter than that.
he never had siblings growing up. cousins, yeah, but they came and went. only ever visiting for holidays so it never felt like a real family connection.
you?
you’d known him for what, an hour?
and you were already standing next to him, joking with him, dragging him into line with you like he belonged there.
he’d be lying if he said it didn’t do something to him. make his feel like the older brother he always wanted to be.
he knows he’s being dramatic. he’s fully aware.
but he used to ask his mom for a little sister when he was a kid.
so now that he’s standing here next to you, something in his brain just kind of… clicked into place.
protective. natural.
like this is what he’s supposed to do.
and he doesn’t think eren would mind.
extra protection never hurt anybody.
but back to you.
he steps in closer, attention fully on you now. “what’s up?”
you leaned in a little, lowering your voice just enough. “i left my wallet in the car. can you pay for me please? i’ll pay you back when we get back to the car.”
he didn’t even blink.
“yeah, of course,” he said, immediately. no hesitation.
like it wasn’t even a question.
no teasing. no weird energy. no making you feel like you had to explain yourself more than you already did.
just done.
you paused for a second, studying him like you expected there to be a catch.
“you sure?” you asked, a little quieter now. you weren really questioning if he coule pay or if he had the money, you were trying to see if there’d be a catch.
“i got it,” he repeated, already pulling his wallet out.
and that should’ve been the end of it.
but you couldn't help but add one last thing, “i’ll send you the money when we get back—”
that made him look at you.
not annoyed.
not mad.
just… confused.
“why would you do that?” he asked, brows pulling together a little.
you looked at him like he was stupid. “because you just paid for my food?”
“okay?” he said, giving you the same look.
you stared at him for a second.
“…armin.”
“what, i’m serious,” he cut in, shaking his head a little as he tapped his card against the reader. “it’s food. you’re hungry. it’s not a big deal.”
he tapped his card, it was approved and he stared moving to the order pick up area.
you opened your mouth like you were about to argue, but he beat you to it.
“don’t make it weird,” he added, softer this time, not in a mean way. just… firm. that threw you off more than anything else it confirmed to you that he really didn't mind paying for you.
like the idea of you paying him back made him uncomfortable.
that caught you off guard more than anything else because you were used to people keeping tabs.
it was never out of kindness, usually people would want something in return even if they never say it.
but lowkey you could tell armin wasn’t playing that game.
you were starting to feel like you had judged erens friends too quickly. ony was pretty chill and armin acted almost like a soft EJ.
“…thank you,” you said, quieter than before, starting to feel a bit bad for how you were treating them earlier. you definetly had less of an attitude and more of a genuine tone when you spoke to him which is the first time all day.
“youre good,” he shrugged, like it was nothing, but he noticed and appreciated the changed in your voice. you wondered why, or how, he made the situation so easy. it wasnt weird or tense like you were used to.
you grabbed the receipt and followed him over to the side to wait for your food, feeling like you had just gained another genuine friend.
a few feet away, connie had seen the entire thing. you didnt notice him watching though, too caught up in your conversation with armin.
he couldn’t hear what you were saying, not over the noise of the restaurant, but he didn’t need to. he saw enough.
the way you leaned into armin, like it was instinct, like you didn’t even think about it. the way armin leaned in too, matching your energy without hesitation. the whole interaction looked easy. almost natural. like it had already happened a hundred times before.
and then the part that stuck with him the most
armin pulling his wallet out.
and you letting him.
no argument, no weird shit, no back and forth. just a quiet “you sure?” and then you stepping aside like it was already decided.
connie’s tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he looked back up at the menu, but he wasn’t reading anything on it.
she ain’t even fight him on it.
it wasn’t about the money. he didn’t care about that. it was the way you accepted it, like armin had already earned some kind of place next to you that connie hadn’t even been given the chance to try for yet.
it's starting to seem like armin gets the easy version of you and connie didnt think that was fair.
his fingers tapped lightly against the counter while he waited to pay for his order, jaw tightening just enough for ony to notice if he was actually paying attention.
connie wasn’t mad.
not really.
but something about it sat wrong in his chest, low and unfamiliar, like a feeling he didn’t have a name for yet.
and he didn’t like that either.
by the time they brought the food out, you and armin had already slid into a booth near the window. you had sat down first noticing armin grabbing some extra sauces and exchanging a few words with connie and ony before sliding into the booth on the same side as you. you had your tray right in front of you double checking your bag to make sure they gave you everything including your sauces.
ony dropped into the seat across from you, setting his food down with a satisfied sigh, while connie slid in next to him, eyes flicking to you for half a second before he looked away like it didn’t matter. but deep down, to him, it did.
you werent worried about anything but your food. you didn’t even wait. the second your sandwich was unwrapped you took a bite and your shoulders relaxed like your body finally got what it had been asking for this whole time. your irritation could finally rest because you finally had what you had been waiting all day for…
food.
“damn,” ony said with a little laugh, watching you for a second. “you was really going through it.”
you glanced up at him, chewing, but covering your mouth so you could speak. “i told you i was hungry.”
“nah,” armin added, unwrapping his own food, “you was mean.” you scoffed at his comment. you knew, you just didnt care.
you pointed at him with a fry. “and? you aint do nothing about it,” there was a little laugh in your voice because you knew damn well that he paid so he definitely did do something about it.
he laughed with you, able to tell you're joking at this point. “i’m just saying, now it makes sense.”
connie leaned back in his seat, eyes on you now, finally speaking again.
“so what class you comin from?”
you didn’t even look at him this time. “history of dress and culture.”
“see,” armin said immediately, nudging his head lightly toward connie, “i told you.”
“told who?” you asked. you saw ony had the same look as you, already reaching for his drink.
“connie,” armin nodded. “i told him before i sat down i had asked you already.”
connie clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “so you just out here stealing my questions now?”
you swallowed, finally glancing at him. “maybe you should ask better ones.”
ony let out a loud laugh. “nah she cooking you.”
connie ignored him completely, eyes still on you.
“so you a fashion major then?” he said, leaning forward a bit.
why isnt he backing off like everyone else do when i shut them down.
you hadnt decided yet if that was annoying or… something else but regardless you groaned internally then answered, “yes.”
“and she wanna minor in psych,” armin added casually.
“oh word?” ony leaned forward too, actually looking at you now. “shii, she got beauty and brains. makes sense, carla did raise you.”
you made a face immediately. “don’t flirt with me, that’s gross.”
ony blinked, then laughed. “i wouldn’t dream of it. your brother already halfway insane and i like being alive. plus,” he added, pointing between him and armin, “we more like your older brothers anyway.”
you raised a brow. “i already have one.”
“yeah and now you got two more,” armin said, shrugging like it was obvious.
“lucky you,” ony added.
you looked between the two of them for a second, then rolled your eyes, but there wasn’t as much bite behind it this time.
ony leaned back a little, taking a sip of his drink before nodding toward you.
“nah for real though, you be outside like that or you lowkey?”
you squinted at him. “what kind of question is that?”
“a real one,” he shrugged. “like do we gotta drag you out the house or you already be outside causing problems?”
“i don’t cause problems, but yes i be outside” you said.
armin glanced at you. “how you dont cause problems but you were just threatening to hit people not even ten minutes ago.”
“and i meant it too.”
that got a laugh out of ony.
“see? she fit right in already.”
that warmed your heart a bit. your brothers friends were actually warming up to you. and its not like they were doing it because they had to. they were already friends with EJ so they had nothing else to gain from trying to hang out with you.
“anyways,” ony continued, already moving on, “why was you so mad earlier? do they not feed y’all over there or what?”
you leaned back slightly, fry still in your hand. “why do y’all keep asking these baby ass questions? i’m not five.”
“coulda fooled me, the way you been actin’,” connie said instantly.
you didn’t even hesitate this time. you reached across the table, your hand came up and popped him upside the head for the second time that day
armin choked on a laugh, turning away for a second. “nah, that’s gonna get me every time.”
ony was laughing too, shaking his head. “you really just be hitting people.”
“he keep talking,” you said simply, taking another bite like it was justified.
connie rubbed the back of his head, sucking his teeth, but there was a small smile sitting on his face now.
“you aggressive.”
“and you annoying,” you shot back.
“but you still sitting with me though.”
“nigga im sitting next to armin.”
“but you sitting across from me and you ain’t leave either.”
you paused for half a second at that, just long enough for him to notice, before you rolled your eyes and looked away saying, “boy you're trying wayyy too hard. we all sitting at the same table.” but there was no bite in your voice like there usually was and connie noticed it.
ony cut in before it could go any further, pointing at your tray. “what else you be eating? since you always complaining about snacks going missing.”
that made you narrow your eyes immediately. “first of all, i don’t complain. i state facts.”
“same thing,” armin said.
“no it’s not,” you shot back, pinching his arm. armin let out a soft ‘ow’ as he rubbed the place on his arm that was now red from your attack.
“so what snacks then?” ony pressed, grinning. “since it’s such a big issue.”
you started listing them off without even thinking about it. the words just kept coming from your mouth. “my sour patches, my hot fries, them little chocolate wafer things, the milk chocolate ones only, and don’t touch my juice either-“
you were still listing foods and snacks that you liked not noticing you were rambling. if you had noticed you wouldve stopped yourself knowing that you dont like giving people too much information about yourself to soon.
ony was nodding like he was taking mental notes just to be annoying, but connie didn’t say anything. you didnt notice that either. how it actually seemed like he was soaking up your every word
he wasn’t laughing.
wasn’t interrupting.
just watching you, eyes low, like he was actually paying attention to every single thing you said.
not in a weird way.
just… locked in.
and when your list finally came to an end, he leaned back slightly, tapping his fingers against the table.
“that’s a lot,” he said.
“mind your business,” you shot back.
but he just hummed, like he didn’t care about the attitude.
he already got what he needed.
“noted,” ony said, nodding.
“don’t note nothing,” you said, pointing at him. “that’s how the bullshit starts.”
armin laughed again, leaning back in his seat. “she don’t trust none of y’all.”
“for good reason,” you muttered.
“i ain’t do nothing to you,” armin said, offended that you're insinuating that he’s also not to be trusted.
“guilty by association,” you replied.
“that’s crazy.”
“life is crazy.” you said, dipping one of your fries in your sauce and eating it with a hum of satisfaction.
ony shook his head, smiling. “you funny.”
“i know.”
connie watched that exchange quietly, eyes moving between you and armin again, noticing how easy it was for you to go back and forth with him, how quick you were to respond, how your tone shifted just a little softer without you realizing it.
and he hated that he noticed.
hated that it bothered him.
because now it wasn’t just a thought in the back of his head anymore, now it was sitting right there, clear as day.
he wanted your attention.
and he didn’t have it.
not the way he really wanted.
ony looked at you again, smirking a little, but also just trying to keep the conversation alive.
“so do eren be acting like that at home too?”
you frowned, here they go talking about your brother again. “like what?”
“like he got sense,” he said.
armin snorted.
you shook your head immediately. “he acts like he has sense around yall? well i be damned never in my 21 years would i have thought that.”
that caused ony to laugh a little harder that he expected to, armin and connie too. you were really funny and they loved how well you were starting to get along with the group.
“i knew it,” ony said once he regained himself. he was pointing at you like you just proved something important.
“im serious, please don’t let him fool you,” you added, taking another bite. “he be acting like he got everything together but he’s actually annoying.”
“see?” ony leaned toward armin. “validation.”
“we been knew that,” armin said which triggered ony to start telling you about some random story with eren. it was something about a party that went left, but armin kept jumping in to correct half of it.
you found yourself actually listening this time, laughing when ony exaggerated something and armin immediately called him out for it.
“that did not happen like that,” armin said.
“yes it did.” ony tried to argue
“no it didn’t.”
“you wasn’t even there the whole time.”
“neither were you.”
“i was there long enough.”
you shook your head, smiling a little despite yourself.
“y’all are actually ridiculous. you really act just like EJ.”
“and thats exactly why we all friends,” ony pointed out.
you rolled your eyes, but you didn’t argue just deciding to finish off your sandwich and enjoy the rest of the story.
the conversation didn’t really stop.
it just eventually slowed down.
like the kind of slow that happens when everybody’s full. the fries were mostly gone, drinks were halfway melted, and nobody was in a rush to say the next thing but nobody felt awkward either.
ony was still talking, about some other story you were half listening to now, your attention drifting between him and the last few fries in your carton.
armin had leaned back beside you, one arm resting against the back of the booth, looking way too comfortable for someone who was still sitting in a public establishment.
and connie…
he wasn’t talking as much anymore.
he was just watching and listening.
he decided to pick his moments instead of forcing them and it felt more intentional.
eventually, everyone's trays started looking empty with wrappers pushed to the side.
“ight,” ony said, pushing his tray forward a little. “we should probably head out before eren beats us home.”
“yeah youre right about that.,” armin said.
“finally,” you muttered. “y’all been here long enough to pay rent.”
that got another small laugh out of all three of them.
you all started shuffling out of the booth one by one, tossing trash, grabbing respective trays.
you were about to grab your tray, but armin took it before you could fully pick it up.
“i got it.” he said taking your tray over to the trash bins
you blinked at him, following in his step. “i can throw my own stuff away.”
“i know,” he said simply, already having thrown your trash away. “i still got it.”
you watched him for a second, then shook your head a little, grabbing your drink instead. all you could think about was how similar they acted to when EJ would take you out for food.
ony was already heading toward the door, holding it open like he had somewhere to be even though he didn’t.
connie lingered just a second enough to fall into step beside you as you walked out.
the air outside hit a little cooler than before, carrying that late afternoon feeling that youre starting to love.
for a second, nobody said anything. but of course…
“you always eat like that or we just caught you on a good day?” connie asked, glancing down at you.
you looked up at him immediately, not noticing the grip on your drink tightening ever so slightly. usually you’d just make a joke which is what you shouldve done this time.
but for some reason you didnt.
“why you worried about what i eat?”
“im just asking, you aint really answer either” he was just trying to make conversation and you could tell.
you took a second before you answered, nobody had cared to genuinely ask besides your brother so you really didn't know how to answer.
“i guess it does depend on the day. I get so distracted with everything else going on that i just forget.” you didnt know how to start
connie didn't want to interrupt.
“i eat more now because I live with eren but i used to not eat like that. i had a lot going on and eating just wasn't on my mind. my past relationhips fucked me up so i never had a good relationship with food.” you paused for a second taking a breath and continuing, not even realizing that you were rambling at this point.
“eren noticed though. i got the big brother lecture of course but then he started making sure i had something in the house to eat and hes always asking if i ate and things like that,“ the words just kept coming before you could stop them.
“so… yeah i eat, because i dont want him to think everything that hes doing is for nothing… he really be trying and i dont wanna disappoint him.” there wasnt anything else for you to say but connie clearing his throat broke you out of your trance. He didnt do it on purpose or to get attention he really had just been holding in a cough and he didnt have his drink.
then it hit you…
why are you still talking… why are you telling him any of this… you dont even know him like that. and out of all people… him?
you quickly straightened up and tried to act like you didn't just trauma dump to your brothers best friend.
”anyways you asked and its not even a big deal anymore. im fine.” you said picking up your pace a bit. you decided to shut your mouth, feeling like you had said too much. because you did. wayyy too much.
”thats good though,” connie tried to comfort you. “that he can be on you like that.”
you werent really listening anymore just giving connie a half-assed. “yeah,”
”i get it and i hope you know i aint mean no harm.” he tried to clarify but you brushed him off.
”whatever connie.” you said as you finally approached the car. ony unlocked the car with a quick click, already moving toward the driver’s side.
“same seats?” he asked.
“yeah,” armin said, tossing something in the back before sliding in.
you moved toward the car, but paused for a second when you spotted your bag sitting exactly where you left it.
you reached in, grabbing it, checking for your wallet like you didn’t trust yourself anymore.
still there.
“see,” connie’s voice came from right behind you, a little too close again, “you be losing stuff.”
you turned your head slightly, not in the mood “right.”
you leaned back in your seat, staring out the window yet again, like there was something more interesting out that. there wasnt though you just didnt feel like talking anymore. upset at yourself for oversharing.
still the car ride home would be less tense and unfamiliar than earlier.
the engine started, a/c low in the background as ony pulled out.
and just like that, you were all moving again.
it was subtle, the shift. not loud, not dramatic, but it was there.
armin caught it first, his brows pulling together slightly as he glanced at you when he didnt hear you respond to something he had said. then he looked over at connie like he was trying to piece together what happened in the few minutes it took you all to walk to the car.
ony noticed right after, his eyes flicking between the two of you the same way. he knew something happened but he couldnt tell what.
the car wasn’t silent. the music was still playing low through the speakers, engine humming under it, the usual noise filling up the space. but even with all that, something about it felt off.
you stayed quiet the whole ride, answering if someone said something to you, but not really giving anything back.
and nobody really knew why.
except one person.
it wasnt long before you guys arrived. everyone grabbing their drinks from the cup holders if they had one, and started heading to the front door while ony locked his car.
you unlocked the door with your house key and were the first inside.
“i’m going upstairs,” you said, already halfway up the stairs, not really waiting for a response.
“you good?” armin called after you.
“yeah,” you said, not turning back. “just tired.”
and then you were gone.
your room door closing behind you.
all three of the boys were inside by the time you had gotten up the stairs but when you got out of earshot everything felt different.
they knew it was the same house. same living room, same a/c blowing, even the same people.
but the second you shut your door the energy shifted.
armin sat forward slightly, elbows on his knees, eyes burning into the stairs half expecting you to come back down and say you forgot something.
ony reached for the remote, but didn’t turn anything on.
connie didn’t look at the stairs at all.
but he hadn’t stopped thinking about you since the car.
annoyed with the tension, it was ony who looked at connie first.
then armin did too, both of them giving him the same look, just in different ways. ony’s was more confused. he knew something happened but he missed it.
Armin was quick with it though, already trying to put pieces together.
“what did you say?” ony asked.
connie frowned a little at that. “i didn’t say anything.”
“you definitely said something,” armin added, quieter but more serious than usual. his eyes flicked toward the direction of your room for a second before landing back on connie. “she was fine two seconds ago.”
connie sighed, walking over to the couch and ploppling himself down, dragging a hand over his face like he was trying to replay it in his head.
“…i just asked her if she always ate like that.”
ony blinked at him. “like what? man, damn, why you always gotta ask dumb shit.” he groaned.
connie hesitated for a second, like he was trying to say it the right way without making it sound worse than it was. he was also trying to be respectful of the information you had just told him even if it was an accident.
“i dont know she just… started talking,” he said finally. “like, out of nowhere.”
they both waited, not saying anything, just wanting him to get to the point.
“she said eren been on her about eating,” connie went on, glancing down for a second before looking back up. “he’s trying to make sure she don’t skip meals and shit.”
armin’s expression shifted immediately.
not confused anymore.
just… understanding.
“…oh,” he muttered under his breath.
ony let out a quiet exhale, shaking his head a little as he sat on the couch next to connie. “damn.”
for a second, nobody said anything.
connie glanced toward your room, jaw tightening just a little. “i ain’t even mean to ask it like that,” he said. “it was just a question.”
“i know,” armin replied. “she probably didn’t mean to say all that either.”
and that’s when it clicks for all of them at the same time.
this wasn’t you being weird.
this wasn’t you not liking them.
this was you slipping… and realizing it the second it happened.
ony leaned back further into his seat, upset he couldnt really be much help because now, it wasn’t just about eren.
you weren’t just his little sister anymore, you were theirs too.
the boys pov:
eventually the boys made themselves at home, still worried because you hadnt come out of your room in over an hour and a half.
jean had arrived about 30 miniutes ago noticing his friends locations had arrived back at eren’s place, wanting to continue their hangout from earlier.
him and armin were continuing their mario kart match while connie and ony smoked on the couch, still waiting for eren to get back.
connie still felt bad about what happened earlier but now he was more focused on gettingmore information about you. even if it wasnt from you
he took a sip from the cup he had sitting on the coffee table and leaned back in his seat. he played it cool, acting like he was watching the game with ony when he spoke up,
”you think she always like this?”
ony didnt look at him right away, wanting to think about his answer before he spoke. “like what?”
connie shrugged, and ony noted how he was being a bit too casual.
”attitude. you know everything from earlier today. Not including the ride home of course.” connie made sure to clarify exactly which attitude he was talking about so ony wouldnt take it the wrong way.
ony let out a small laugh, shaking his head in response.
”nah, i feel like we just caught her on a bad day.”
that got connie to glance at him. but ony continues, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
“at first i thought she was one of them little sisters that be acting spoiled for no reason.” then a pause
”shes not though. I think shes just guarded…” he explained, wanting to be careful of the words he uses.
”guarded…” connie was confused, he didnt really get that from you but maybe he was so worried about his own emotions today he didnt give himself a chance to really read you.
”yeah you can tell” ony said looking back at the stairs.
“but once she got comfortable it wasnt even like that no more. she was just joking talking… regular shit you know?”
and then there was another small pause before he added, “you know shes just like eren.”
connie frowned at that comment. “how?”
ony rolled his eyes, “hard on the outside, soft as hell on the inside, just never let nobody close enough to see it.”
connie realized he didnt even pick up on any of that from you because he was so worried about trying to make a move on you.
“im bouta go make another drink you want one?” ony asked as he stood up from his seat on the couch.
”nah im chillin,” connie said, still wanting to ask armin and jean what they thought about you.
now connie wasn't the brightest. It’d only take a shot or two for him to start acting a little loose. three shots or more? yeah hes forgetting about everything he did that day. unlucky for him hes on shot 4, because he was trying to drown out the fact that he fucked up your mood today.
wanting to get out of his head he leaned forward, getting all up in a jeans bubble and personal space.
“back up” jean said, feeling connie invading his space.
“i just wanted to ask you a question conó” connie said laughing but giving his friend his space back.
”have you met her yet?”
jean blinked before looking towards the stairs, then back at connie.
”how, dumbass? shes upstairs.” jeans response was quick.
there was a pause then ony snorted as he found his spot back on the couch.
armin looked away, already knowing where this was going.
connie waved it off even quicker. “ight yeah, obviously. i was just asking. you don't gotta be hostile or whatever.”
jean didn’t feel the need to respond.
he knows connie, so he just observes.
its longer than normal this time because he wasn't really listening to connies question…
he was more focused on why it was being asked.
which jean pondered some more, trying not to just to the worst case scenario, but also trying to be realistic with what hes picking up on
connie was more focused on interrogating the person he wanted to talk to the most all day. armin.
connie was less relaxed now, wanting to really understand why armin was able to be so comfortable with you.
“what were y’all talking about in line?”
armin didn’t answer immediately but he knew connie was talking to him.
“nothing crazy.” it was a simple answer even though armin knew what connie was really asking
“you paid for her.”
ony glanced over at the accusation.
jean didn’t move, but he was listening.
armin finally looked up.
“she forgot her wallet.”
“so she just… let you?” connie asked, not aggressively, but just… stuck on the reasoning
armin’s brows pulled together slightly
“yeah?” armin was starting to think connie was a bit too drunk.
connie shook his head a little, more to himself than anyone else.
“she don’t seem like the type.”
“the type to what?” armin asked.
“take shit from people.”
there was a pause then armin leaned back, exhaling through his nose.
“its not a big deal,” he said simply. “she’s EJ little sister and he woulda had all our asses if we ate and didn't get her anything because she forgot her wallet.”
…
that answer landed.
it was quiet and the room was almost heavy.
connie nodded once.
he understood.
but he didn’t like that he understood.
“connie dont.”
it came from jean, cutting through the silence in the room besides the video game in the background.
he didnt seem like he was coming at connie and he wasnt being loud.
he just had this tone to his voice.
like a warning.
connie looked at him. “dont what? i aint even do nothing”
jean didnt back down from connies gaze, making it known that he was serious.
“yeah but youre thinking about it. dont.” the silence was stretched for a second after jean spoke.
ony was shifting in his seat and armin had put the controller down in exchange for his phone.
connie didnt reply, he just slumped back in his seat, his mood now low.
it wasnt long before eren got home. they had heard his car pull into the driveway and his keys unlocking the front door. the energy in the room remained, eren’s friends just knew he needed a minute before he got to talking to people after a long day.
eren kicked his shoes off and went to the kitchen to grab himself a water. he took a few sips while leaning on the counter in the kithen before re-entering the living room.
the first thing he asks after looking around the room is “wheres my sister? dumbass, you forgot to pick her up or something?” the question was calm, no real heat to his words.
“why i gotta be a dumbass? and yes we picked her up. she went up to her room soon as we got here.” ony, said knowing eren was referring to him.
but eren froze. there was a word that ony had said that stuck out to him.
we.
it wasnt a full pause but he hesitated for just a second too long. his brain noted the information for later and he kept it pushing… for now. nobody really picked up on it besides jean, having known eren the longest, but he didnt say anything.
eren didnt look at ony right away, just nodded like normal, deciding to brush the situation off, because he’d much rather check on his sister right now. he wasn't going to cause a scene knowing you were in the house where you’d most likely hear it. more often than not eren will choose timing over reacting and they better be grateful this is one of those times.
jean looked at ony first, then armin, they all noticed how eren had brushed ony’s explanation off. once they exchanged looks its almost like everyone noticed the beat in eren’s response. they all secretly understand something, just pissed eren off. maybe it had something to do with what was jut said or maybe ony made him remember something, regardless jean made a mental note to check on his friend later
making his was around the couch, eren dropped a bag on the table. the sound of the bag hitting the table broke whatever minor tension was growing. ony moved on instinct opening up the bag and getting straight to work, prepping all the baggies and scales they would need to separate and roll if needed. armin peeked in it to see it was full of weed.
this was routine for them bringing back the normal vibe of the group back into the atmosphere.
“damn you stocked up” jean perked up a bit seeing the haul eren had brought in.
“its about time.” connie joked, tht being the first thing he had said to eren since he got home. every now and then he would glance up the stairs when he knew nobody was looking at him
“its ours. be useful and roll up or someting. i already rolled for my sister so get what u want.” he already started his trek up the stairs by the time he finished his sentence.
the boys picked up on the protectiveness in eren’s tone. day by day they were starting to realizing that he really did take care of you. it was no joke how eren protected you. its no wonder you feel like you can be so independent, you never had to worry about anything with EJ as your older brother.
eren didn't really care for a response from them, wanting to be able to check on you for the first time since this morning since you hadn't texted him all day either. his footsteps faded up the stairs and the boys resumed what they were doing, packing weed, rolling prerolls, and hotboxing the living room while the vibe remained calm. ony pulled out his lighter, sparking his joint by the time eren was out of eyesight.
when eren mentioned that he was going upstairs connie had become quieter than usual. it wasnt obvious, he was just commenting less, and typing on his phone more. connie quickly glanced at the stairs again then the front door, before he pushed himself off the couch mid conversation.
he stretched a bit, like he had been sitting for too long before, then he grabbed his keys unannounced. He walked into the kitchen to grab a zip lock bag, before re-entering the room. he casually threw some weed in the bag and started grabbing his things. the last thing he grabbed was his keys as he walked to the door, taking one last glance at the stairs.
this time ony, armin, and jean definitely noticed.
“alright i gotta run real quick.” connie said off-handedly.
ony was confused but didnt care enough to press the matter. armin noticed and just asked,
”right now?”
connie just shrugged it off before giving a nod and heading out the door.
soon as the door closed and armin got up to lock up, there was a brief pause before jean was the first to speak up.
”hes not coming back.” he said, taking a hit from his blunt.
“yeah nah he’s bee on some weird shit all day.” armin agreed, finally addressing connies weird behavior from today. ony just nodded in agreement, listening in on the conversation, while stil scaling and packaging weed.
“you think hes planning something?” jean asked, leaning forward a bit to ash his blunt inthe ashtray on the table in the living room.
finally ony pitched into the conversation, “i mean hes connie. hes always planning something. and armin wasnt he asking you a bunch of bullshit earlier about her?” pointing the attention back to armin.
“yeah it was like he was asking a bunch of normal shit but… not really?” the blonde didnt know how to properly explain what he meant. connie was asking a bunch of normal shit but it was like the reason he was asking wasnt a normal reason.
and thats when it clicked for them.
”he like her.” jean was the one who verbalized it but armin and ony were definitely thinking the exact same thing.
ony just laughed quietly to himself, the realization allowing him to think about how utterly fucked connie would be if he continued this shit. armin just nodded not really having much to say but also not really knowing what to say.
“great. a new fucking springer problem” jean groaned, rolling his eyes and slightly throwing hismelf back on the couch. he knew this one was more serious though, which the thought of alone, made him exhausted.
the room was silent for a few minutes while the trio processed the information they just clocked. but it was the sound of all of their phones buzzing at the same time that had them all suddenly exhanging shared confused looks.
ony was the first to check, face falling when he realizes what it was. jean was already annoyed, assuming he was right in what he thought the notification was.
“here we go…” armin sighed, vocalizing everyones internal thoughts.
you were laying lazily on your bed, folded into your blankets. you had your bag tossed on your chair and your drink from earlier sitting on your desk. the cup alone kept reminding you of the emotional whirlwind that was today. you had been scrolling on instagrams for a few hours now, sending sasha a reel every now and then.
you werent tired you just didnt feel like being around anyone anymore. your room was too quiet for your liking, allowing your brain to keep replaying what you had said earlier. thats when you heard eren’s familiar knock on your bedroom door, pulling you from your thoughts. you set your phone down, getting up so you could open the door for your brother.
when he walked in he didnt say anything at first, wanting to get a feel of the mood you were sitting in. he noticed as pushed the door open slowly that you still had your clothes from earlier on. you were quiet too, but not your usual quiet, eren learned this is the quiet you get when youre mad at yourself for something. he noticed your drink on the desk and picked it up, taking a sip without asking you.
he leaned on your dresser for a bit to observe you before he plopped himself on the foot on your bed. he knew you were just waiting for him to break the silence because you’ve been quiet since you got home. you were just huddled up in a ball around your pillows and stuffed animals.
”you alive? pretty much ghosted me today.” your brother tried to break the silence with a joke. and it worked, causing you to let out a soft chuckle before it went away as quickly as it came.
“sorry today was just… a lot.” you said, sighing as you sat up to lean against your headboard.
”well start from the begining. i have a blunt and i dont know if you noticed but i restocked your mini fridge this morning when i came back from dropping you off.” he said as he flicked the lighter, lighting the blunt he had hiding behind his ear.
you knew to skip past all the meeting stuff since that was the last time you guys talked and told him about the rest of your day.
it was simple:
walked with sasha for a bit.
exchanged socials.
and then class, class, and more class.
but it was there where you paused for a second. every second you had spent after class was the opposite of simple.
eren noticed and asked, “how was it?” you knew he was refering to your pick up.
”it was calm. i gave them a hard time at first but i cam around after a while.” within your brief explanation eren had peeped another important word.
they.
he wasnt gonna bring it up though because he knew you’d tell him, just like you tell him everything.
”ony aint do nothing stupid, right?” he asked, trying to keep the conversation light hearted because he knew you needed support right now, way more than he needed answers.
“nah he was chill for the most part but he brought a few of your other friends too though. I thought you set me up, im not gonna lie.” you joked, your brother laughing along with you. as the laughter died down he spoke again.
“nah i’d never do that. it was supposed to be only ony. but ill talk to them later about that. they treat you right? took you to eat or anything?” he wanted to gauge how the day went before he jumped the gun and cussed his friends out.
“i was annoyed that you didnt come but they did actually. even though i was mostly giving them attitude at first. we passed a chick-fil-a and i asked ony if we could stop and get some food.”
”and did he?” he asked, noticing you were being a bit reserved but knowing it was because of something that you hadnt brought up yet.
“yeah, he agreed after me and armin started irritating the shit out of him about it.” you said with a small laugh in your voice as you thought back to earlier that day. “i really thought i wasnt gonna like them but they actually werent that bad. armin especially,”
that made eren perk up a bit, “oh yeah? what he do?” he asked, even though it makes sense armin was who you got along with the easiest because hes not a fucking idiot like the others.
”i forgot my wallet in ony’s car so he paid for my food.” you said, absentmindedly reaching for your drink sitting on your desk. you shake the cup though and realize its empty, not even any ice. you looked at your brother and threw the empty cup at him, to which he dodged and laughed at your reaction.
he stood up from your bed for a second and walked to your mini fridge grabbing you a new drink that he had restocked eariler. he tossed it to you wordlessly and you caught it as he flopped back on the bed letting out a sigh.
he turned to look at you “…yeah that sound like armin. he good people. even mom said so.”
you were confused how your mom met your brothers friends before you did but you figured you’d ask later.
you nodded a bit giving him the rundown of how the rest of yall lunch stop went when you started getting to the trip back to the car. your body language shifted a bit, seeming more uncomfortable in your position that you were merely seconds ago.
“it was fine until we left, but then connie started asking me a bunch of questions.” you were starting to open up about what really went wrong that day so eren took that as his queue to keep silent and let you say your piece.
“i mean he was asking me questions all day and i didnt really pay him no mind before but i dont know…” you paused taking a second to take a sip of your drink.
“he aint even ask nothing crazy it just had me thinking… and then i said too much.” you were looking down at your hands as you talked, not ready to make eye contact with your brother.
eren, though, had heard exactly what he need to.
he already told connie to stay away from you so the fact that he went with them to pick you up boils erens blood.
but right now you were his focus, so he moved closer to you on the bed grabbing one of your pillows and placing it in his lap so you could rest your head there. this was something you and eren had done since you were kids so it was never weird for the two of you.
you leaned down, resting your head on the pillow and sighed.
“you know you good.” he said. he wasnt a question because he didnt like when you doubted yourself so he wouldnt even give you that option.
“all that shit from before? its done. aint nobody playing with you like that again.” it always made you feel are hearing your brother say that because you knew he genuinely meant it.
“i see you trying, y/n. dont think i dont. you eting, showing up, all that shit matters.” he let the silence linger, knowing you were just taking in his words.
”you not disappointing me. ever.” he heard your soft sniffles but kept talking.
“you already did what i needed you to do. i mean you still here right?” thats what got you. erens words were always held at an extremely high standard to you because hes never on to say something he doesnt mean, family friend or stranger. he had been like that his whole life but that could also be why you valued his support so much.
”and now you got more eyes on you too. them niggas? they annoying as shit but just as solid. you not out here by yourself no more. you got us.” eren hated that you felt so alone when you moved here.
when eren used to visit home back in college, he would always noticed how different you acted. you werent his usual annoying little sister. you were reserved, quiet, and almost always in your room.
he was so happy now that your personality had returned. now that you had returned. if there was one thing eren couldnt live without in this world it was his family. his mom and sister will always mean the world to him and he will always have respect for his father so if there was anything that he could do to prevent anything bad from happening to the he’d do it.
wanting to clear both his and your head from the consuming thoughts eren decided to change the topic. “you trynna smoke again or you just gon sit there and be sad? I got another one.”
that got a laugh to break through the remaining tears on your face. you just nodded, going to use your sleeves to wipe off your face before eren smacked your hand away and reached to grab the tissue box on your desk.
“dont be fucking gross. you have tissues right here.” he said, knocking you in the head with the hollow box before placing it in front of you. you flinched from the impact and then immediately sat up and stared at your brother with a blank face. you smacked the shit out of his shoulder before wordlessly taking a few tissues to clean your tears.
eren sparked while you got up to throw your trash away, passing you the blunt when you sat back on the bed. the silence this time wasn't heavy. it was the peaceful kind of quiet they were used to . you smoked the blunt just being in each other's presence as the conversation had officially died down.
it was just a few minutes later and you were still in your head a bit but you were way calmer than you were before. you and eren had finished the second blunt and now you guys were just co-existing, doomscrolling on your phones when eren remembers something.
”alright ima head to my room kid, i gotta go text jean anyways about some business shit,” knowing damn well he wasnt texting jean about no business but connies. he stood from the bed and walked over to the door, turning back to throw you one last look, making sure youre okay.
”you gotta stop calling me kid. i am a college woman!!!.” you called after your brother as he closed the door, not listening to a word yours saying right now because you will in fact be called a kid until the day he dies.
finally alone again you flopped back on your bed, soaking in the change in environment. you loved talking to your brother because he wouldn't try to fix your problems, he would just help ground you so you could give yourself a second to breathe.
now that he had left your mind was trying to start back up but thats when your phone buzzed. you ignored it for now, just wanting to take a second to be present in the moment.
but of course that moment was ruined by your phone buzzing again.
you groaned, rolling over to grab your phone and check why it kept buzzing. the first notification you see if a reel send by sasha which has you rolling your eyes, but the second notification was weird.
It was a text from an unknown number. which is weird because you didn't give your number to anyone and you know eren only gave ony your number to pick you up and you had saved his number when you got home earlier so it couldn't be him.
who the fuck…?
you just stared at the text like you were supposed to recognize it… but you didnt. your irritation had gone, just leaving confusion. your number one rule was that you didnt give your number out willy nilly like that so this isnt making sense.
reading text over and over like it would change anything was driving you insane.
’did you ever get those snacks back?’
it was so random. what the fuck were they talking about? what snacks? you almost locked your phone, not wanting to entertain this weird shit but unfortunately curisouty has been your downfalll more times than not. you knew this was stupid but you opened your text chat and started typing.
that gave you major chills. this is literally some serial killer shit. you re-read the text over and over and then your eyes darted towards the balcony before you could even realize you were doing it .
your curtains had been closed all day due to your mood and this text is making you feel like you wanted to keep them closed for real.
but something made you want to look…
you stared at the curtains for a few more seconds before sighing heavily. you pushed yourself off your bed for the millionth time today, taking slow steps towards your balcony doors. now you had to know, bracing yourself for some weird shit.
pushing the curtains open and stepping out one of the doors you look around for a second, not seeing anyone or anything when you finally look at what sitting right in front of you.
looking down at your balcony table, you saw a large gift basket. confusion struck you way harder than last time. you looked at the contents, trying to take everything in. it was filled to the brim with your favorite snacks and drinks galore, a few pre-rolled blunts plus a small bag of weed and some rolling papers, and there was even a lighter.
but then you saw the note. you hesitated for a second, almost not wanting to read it but you grabbed it anyways. you flipped it open, immediately judging the persons handwriting before moving on to actually read the note.
‘i’m not the type of guy you think i am. i’m sorry about today and i’m sorry about eating your snacks princessa.’ - con
you re-read the card before noticing the name at the bottom. your brain didnt catch up right away because so much was happening all at once.
con…?
you went through all the people you knew, not being able to recall an ex or a friend with that nickname so you paused for a second to give yourself time to think.
and then it smacked you like a fucking freight train.
connie.
like eren’s best friend connie…
and thats when everything really clicked…
you SHOULD be annoyed. irritated, even. you shoud be trying to shut all of this down but then you started thinking about the way he was quiet when you were listing your favorite snacks. the way he seemed like he was asking too many questions. the way you didnt clock anything until now.
you had heard of connie before from eren’s stories but meeting him in person was a completely different ball game.
first of all, this is weird. how did he get up here in he first place? and how did neither you nor eren hear him doing any of this?
eren…
you knew you shouldve gone to tell your brother about his friends actions but you werent going to.
and thats when you started to realize something.
why do i… not hate this?
maybe you were being selfish. or maybe you just didnt feel like sharing this, and you werent talking about the snacks.
you wanted something that was yours and yours only
and it came with my favirote snacks and free weed? yeah im not about to complain.
it was as you were grabbing the basket to bring it inside and text sasha about it when you looked over the edge of your balcony.
you didnt see anyone standing there and no cars but eren’s in the driveway. it would be impossible for him to have gone through the house to put this there because you were in your room the ehole time you were home.
then you looked over at the large tree in your yard.
theres no fucking way. did he climb the tree for this??
you paused for a second, processing.
“that was… stupid.” you said, verbalizing your thoughts as you moved back into your room with your new present. you set it on top of your minifridge, grabbing the bag of sour patch kids and a blunt before sitting back on your bed already pulling up instagram to text sasha about this.
a/n: im posting this at 1:20 am, not proofread, ipad on 3%, and tired as SHIT so please spare me. i maybe will come back to editing this later. it aint happening now tho sorry love you. again comments and reposts are so welcome!
because he left you on delivered for two days. which, ok, fine, isn’t horrible, you know that, but also, he goes low, you go lower.
so, you don’t answer his calls for two weeks.
who does he think he is turning up at your place uninvited. but he has weed, and takeout, cmonnnnn, just let him in, he’s saying sorry, never mind the fact that you saw snaps of him at the club last saturday. he’s already on your couch, pulling up your netflix, making himself at home.
but his phone keeps going off, because he didn’t silence his notifications on purpose. he wanted you to see, to hear, to ask ‘who’s calling?’
he wanted to do this, to shrug his shoulders, a bored faced, ‘…nobody.’ it’s why he not-so-subtly flipped his phone over so you couldn’t see the screen. ‘you’re such a fucking asshole, hanta’.
this is too easy, all he has to do is roll his eyes lazily, wave you off with a smirk, tell you, you’re being dramatic, and you’ve already got your hand fisting at the hair on the nape of his head. he can’t help but smile, right in your face, you’re spewing on and on, about how he can’t treat you like this and, who do you think you are? you piece of shit. heh. sure, sure, is that why you’re grinding down onto his clothed cock?
‘cos you hate him that much, right?
why don’t you use him, get yourself off on his dick, better yet, don’t even let him cum, just bounce on it, squirt all over his boxers, and then, tell him to fuck off and go home.
the thought of you kicking him out like that makes him spurt a little, fuck he’s so nasty, his eyes are glazed over as you tell him just how much you hate him. god it’s infuriating, and it’s the exact reason as to why you can’t ever move forward with him. he’s too much of a fucking freak, you always end up just getting him off instead.
like that one time you called him seething when he forgot to pick you up, because he was too busy playing counter strike, and you were on the phone all, ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’ and, ‘you always do this’ and he already had his cock out, stroking it in time with your words and whimpering down the microphone.
he’s good for nothing except getting your rocks off. and he knows that, why the fuck do you think he even came here in the first place. he missed your pussy, and the way you slap him if he can get you heated enough.
a/n: just a short lil blurb i had made while making some conniepooh drafts!
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
my handsome boy….
is what you think as you lie on connie’s bare chiseled chest while being wrapped in his arms and the sheets of his stupidly large california king sized bed that you end up in every other week or so after you two make up from your occasional arguments.
you’ve thought about how you’ve been at his apartment for almost a whole week now as your fingers comb through the faded hair at his temple down to the faded edge of his buzzcut.
he's been saying he'll dye it since you got here.
you don't want him to though because you like it like this. the blonde's grown out just enough that you can see the black underneath and if you tilt your head a certain way, you can still make out the shape of that star he shaved in last month even it's almost grown out now.
you trace it anyway.
his eyes are closed but his hand finds your back as he rubs it tiredly. he touches you like he's not even thinking about it, like you're just there and his body already knows what to do.
your fingers drift to his face.
you start at his lip ring first. the small silver hoop on the left side of his bottom lip is cool against your thumb. you've watched him bite it a hundred times– when he's nervous, when he's lying, or when he's trying not to say something he knows he'll regret.
the dermal under his eye catches the low light from the window. you've always liked that piercing the most and not because of how it looks–though it does look good–but because of how he looks at you when you get around it. in all honesty, the stone is just an excuse for you to get close enough to see his eyes.
you brush your thumb over his eyebrow next. the piercing there is a little looser than it should be. he's been fiddling with it. you know because you've watched him do it in the rearview mirror of his bmw, cigarette hanging from his lips, lost in thought about something he won't tell you, per usual.
and the nose ring.
you don't even think about it as your pinky finger hooks through it gently and you tug just a little as his eyes groggily open.
"really?" he says, voice rough from waking up to his nose ring being yanked. you smile as you peck his lips one, two, three, maybe four times. "you like it."
"i never said that."
"you didn't have to."
he stares at you for a second as his top lip twitches and his lip ring moves with it as he pulls you higher up his chest so your faces are level.
"you're annoying," he says as he pulls you in for another quick kiss.
“oh my god, guys,” your voice is hoarse with exhaustion, muttered half-heartedly into a kiss bitten bicep, “it’s literally 3am.”
“awhhh, sorry princess—”
“what-do-you-mean, sorry? roll the fuck over.”
you can feel the blonde vibrating with agitation and groan into his arm. “denki, please.”
“please tell him to roll over, he’s breathing in my face, you know i hate that.”
you are so tired.
you’re all battered and bruised from a long night of being shared. stretched past your limits. exhausted all the way down to your toes. calves still burning.
and these two fuckers won’t shut up.
“you’re the one who wanted to be in the middle,” sero says around a fake yawn. he’s doing it on purpose now.
“because i enjoy being double spooned.”
“oh yeah?”
“yeah.”
“then lay down and enjoy it.”
“and what if i don’t?”
“then i’ll make you—”
you reach across denki’s torso and smack whatever part of sero you can reach. you can’t even see him, you haven’t lifted your head from where you’ve curled yourself around denki’s left side. but you know sero. and he’ll keep up the teasing and the back-and-forth with denki until the sun rises if you don’t intervene.
“stop instigating,” you grumble.
“…whatever.”
that makes you sit up. you lift your head from denki’s arm and lean over his torso, peering across him at sero with the most unimpressed face you can muster at three in the morning.
before you can say anything—
“don’t give the boss attitude,” denki mutters immediately, voice muffled into the pillow.
“yeah, what he said.”
sero huffs out a quiet laugh in the dark. “oh, so now you’re ganging up on me.”
“you started it,” you groan, already flopping back down again and dragging the blanket higher over your shoulder.
honestly.
the only tried and true way to deal with a ragebaiting sero is to starve him out. no reactions. no back-and-forth. eventually he gets bored.
unfortunately, denki still can’t do tha—
“did you just poke me?”
you close your eyes.
god.
and you just know sero is grinning in the dark when he says, voice all lazy and innocent, “no? dude, i’m not even touching you.”
denki shifts beside you immediately, offended. the mattress rustles, his knee bumping yours.
“are you serious?”
“whaaat?”
“you literally just—”
“hanta.” your voice cuts in, flat and tired.
silence.
then denki mutters, “see? even they know you’re being annoying.”
“i’m not doing anything,” sero says, which is exactly the tone of someone who is absolutely doing something.
there’s a soft thump somewhere under the blankets. denki goes still.
“okay,” he says slowly. “that was definitely your foot.”
“bro, my feet are on the other side of the bed.”
another pause.
“…wait.”
denki twists slightly, peering down between you both. and you sigh into the pillow.
“denki,” you mumble, already half asleep again, “if you wake me up over some bullshit about ghost feet i swear to god.”
“no, babe, i’m telling you he—”
“—is not touching you,” sero repeats, far too pleased with himself.
you can feel the blonde grumbling in irratation.
and then, poke.
denki jerks.
“SEE—”
a quiet snort of laughter escapes sero before he can stop it.
you groan.
“it wasn’t me!” he insists through the laughter.
“hanta.”
“what?”
“if you don’t roll over and go to sleep,” you mutter, voice thick with exhaustion, “i’m kicking both of you out of this bed.”
there’s a beat.
“…you wouldn’t,” denki says weakly.
“try me.”
another pause.
the mattress shifts as sero finally rolls onto his side with an exaggerated sigh.
“fine,” he mutters.
a second later you feel his arm slide loosely over denki’s waist anyway.
Hi, I couldn’t help but ask if you’re still writing or taking requests?… I just discovered your blog and I like a lot how you write
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I lowkey dont get notifs for these request/ask thingys so I never saw this im so sorry. but yes I am still writing! I just got back into it and I have a new story im writing currently. Also I would love requests but i cant guarantee that they’ll be completed because i do want to focus on my current story. If you have any requests please let me know and also you can check out my new story in my masterlist its been updated!
