RagingCanes

Carolina Hurricanes | F1 | AoT | 21

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Coming on this app to post this only to disappear for a year again...

Do I make a return, though because I do have some requests in the inbox?

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Bouta start crocheting the cart titan... I'm scared 😳

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i’m in mood for some fluff so how about reader buys flowers for reiner and gives them to him? (he’s never gotten them before)

a/n: I love writing fluff for this man, you have no idea, he's such a big softie ----------------------

You had gotten out of work early and decided today would be the day you would stop. There was a crisp breeze in the air, the sun was still out, and you were in no rush to go home, at least not empty-handed. Every day, you continued passing this market stand, wanting to stop, but you were always ‘too tired’ or ‘needed to get home.’ You were about to pass by, but came to a halt, making your way to the stand. This place was a trap for you; if you didn’t hold yourself accountable, you could look through this quaint array of baskets and buckets for hours. Everyone was very friendly, confirming you had made the right decision coming to this place. You examined the fruit and vegetables, sorting through to find a few to take with you to put in a salad with dinner, then you stopped at the flowers. A smile crept across your face as the different aromas met your nose, until you saw them. A bright bunch of orange tulips, you grabbed the flowers and made your way to the seller.

“Good choice,” she smiled as you handed her the bunch.

“They are beautiful,” you said, pulling out your wallet.

“Appreciation and care, that’s what they mean,” you exchanged your cash for the flowers back as well as your bag of veggies. 

“That’s perfect,” you said. You were off making your way home, with an hour to spare. Reiner was constantly drained from work, his boss was being hard on him, he was snappy and irritable whenever the topic of work came up, and after going to the market, you figured these flowers would be a good way to show him that all his energy and effort was not for nothing. You put the flowers in a vase on your table, smiled, admired your taste, before changing and preparing dinner. He had arrived at 6:30 pm, the same time every day, tossing his keys aside and sliding off his shoes, sighing as the long-awaited weekend had finally arrived for him. You were standing at the table smiling, with two full plates of food prepared for you. 

“What’s all this?” he said, making his way to you. You gestured for him to sit, and he did as you suggested, scanning his surroundings, the smell of the meal accompanied by the vase of orange flowers sitting before him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek and remaining there. 

“Did I forget something?” he said.

“No,” you let go, standing beside him,

“Then what?” his face fell into his hand.

“Nothing, I just wanted to,” you pecked his cheek once more. You went around the other side of him, pushing the vase of flowers toward him.

“Who got you those?” his eyes narrowed.  He was calculating some scenario in his head that the meal was an apology for receiving these. 

“Actually, they’re for you. I hope you like them.” You watched his face turn again, his head tilted, looking at the vase.

“Oh.”

“Oh? You don’t like them…” your voice trailed off.

“No, no, I do, really I do,” he went into a panic.

“Reiner, it’s fine,” you said, taking them away from the table. He stood up and stopped you.

“No, they’re beautiful, happy, and bright like you…but why give them to me?” He held his hands out, taking them from you, putting them back on the table.

“Because,” you said.

“Because…” he was waiting.

“Just because,” you shrugged, smiling, “why does there need to be a reason?” You two lingered in silence for a moment, you were looking down at the ground, the pattern on your socks was very intriguing as you were thinking.

“They mean care and appreciation, so I guess to show you how much I care for and appreciate you, but I don’t think I need a reason to buy you flowers,” you looked back up at him slightly.

“You don’t need a reason,” he moved closer to you, resting his hands on your sides, “I’m sorry, this is just a first-time thing.” 

“I guess I’ll have to get you flowers more often then,” you smirked. He pulled you into him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, keeping you there. You felt the tension in his back and shoulders ease as you held him. 

“I guess you will,” he sighed, pulling you back to the table, looking back between you and the flowers as the two of you ate. 

“Thank you,” he quickly pressed a kiss to your lips. He stood up, taking your plate, “for everything.” You followed quickly behind him, but he stopped you.

“I can clean-” you were cut off.

“No, now it’s my turn to show how much I care and appreciate you,” he shooed you away. You sat on your couch observing him clean until he finished, making his way back to you, showing his care and appreciation in other ways.

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HEYYY umm may I suggest a Porco x reader where they're already in an established relationship and it's set during the time when Marley invades Paradis but its just angst bc Porco dies...if ur in the mood for writing angst. If not,, maybe an enemies to lovers where they both survive the rumbling and they don't interact much (because getting rid of propaganda that's been ingrained into you since you're a child is really difficult) but they eventually hit it off 👁️👁️

a/n: I hope you like it, I'm so sad, my baby Pock :( ------------------------------ When you arrived on the island, you were immediately taken in, your services being put to use immediately, hemming and sizing uniforms for the new regime of soldiers being forged for the impending war. This was all part of a grand plan in the scheme of things; you were an inside source for your friends to help them make their way in more easily. When the decision came on who would be best, it was decided that you would be the right choice. You were borderline military but not involved in the fighting, more as an aid after battle, providing nourishment for recovery. It was there that you first met Porco, bringing in a tray of food to his temporary quarters in the latest battle. His eyes lingered on you, pulling you in. You couldn’t look away; you had his needs down to an exact science in a week. As time went on, he found you outside of military situations, making nervous small talk, piquing your interest. Now, here you were a few years later, after he pulled you in, and the pressure was on you. 

The door to the room where you worked was opening and closing the whole day; it was all going according to plan. The military of Paradis' army was growing in preparation for a planned attack. This time, the door opened to a familiar face. You sighed in relief, smiling, seeing who it was.

“Y/N?” Porco said, securing the door shut, locking it to give you two extra time. You dashed up from your table and ran over, embracing him, crying.

“I was so worried that something happened to you,” your head buried in his shoulder. His hand found the back of your head, pulling you tighter to him.

“I’m here, okay,” you pulled back, looking at him. He was just as scared as you were. You wiped your eyes and dragged him over, measuring him like everyone else, even though there was no need; you knew his size exactly. You handed him a uniform set, guiding him to where he could change. You sat waiting until he reappeared in the same green uniform you had sewn a thousand times by now. He looked at himself briefly, almost disgusted, before his focus returned to you. He sat across from you, and you were getting nervous; this was way longer than any sizing procedure had been, and you were already on thin ice for sneaking out clothes. 

“I’m sorry for putting you through this,” he said softly, taking your hand in his from the table, looking at all of the bumps and bruises from your capture. 

“It’s okay-” he cut you off.

“No, it’s not, none of this is okay, you shouldn’t-” he stopped. You brought his hand to your face, leaning into it. You felt your heart sink. The way he was looking at you, speaking to you, he was keeping something from you.

“You shouldn’t be here,” his voice trailed off.

“Porco,” There was a knock on the door, and you shot up out of his hand. The two of you stood up quickly. Slowly, you made your way to the door, but he stopped you.

“Y/N, you have to get out of here, okay. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but if I-” another knock interrupted the two of you. 

“Be careful, please be careful,” you brushed your hand across his cheek. He nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before heading off. 

The day of the attack, you were in your room, mending torn uniforms from training mindlessly, when it struck. You looked out the window, watching the carnage unfold. You tried to block it out, sending your worries to the back of your mind, focusing on the task at hand. The noise continued, your heart was pounding as the beams of yellow light started appearing one by one, you couldn’t help but look at this point. Your hands met your face, pulling at it nervously, and there he was. You had almost lost him the first time the two nations faced off; now, here you were again with that same pain in your stomach, watching him get beaten and broken once more. You pounded on the window, knowing it was no use as you watched the situation unfold, countless titans on the loose roaming freely, while he just lay there motionless.

“Get up,” you wept softly. You kept repeating the phrase over and over until he emerged from the body, a cloud of steam lingering around him. He looked up at the building you were in before stepping out of his titan body. You watched him limp out slowly through tear-filled eyes. You pounded on the window harder, yelling, sobbing.

“Don’t be the hero,” your voice broke as you watched him get devoured. You fell to the floor, and you couldn’t breathe; you were shattered into a million pieces. You lay there motionless like he did before, questioning why now? You had always known him to be stubborn and refuse to give up a fight, but he just surrendered to save someone he resented. You remained with your thoughts before your door burst open, your nose bleeding from crying, and your knuckles scraped from pounding the window. You turned to face the figure standing before you, despite everything that was going on around you. Someone came and found you. You slowly got up, grabbing what you had left as a memory of your now-deceased love: the clothes he left behind after getting his uniform. You clutched it tightly as the figure made your way closer to you. 

“We have to get out of here,” the soldier grabbed your arm.

“You stay the hell away from me,” you shouted back, before getting dizzy, grabbing at your nose, and pulling your arm free. You were dragged out of the building against your will. You had fainted, woken up in what looked like a medical area, and you looked at what rested on top of you, bringing you back to where you had come from. You grabbed at the clothes sitting on top of you through bandaged knuckles and began to cry once more. You stood up and made your way out, trying to remain unseen. When you stepped outside, you were met with the complete aftermath of what remained. You were broken, you knew nothing would ever be the same, not without him to keep you grounded. You kept replaying his voice in your head as you wandered, searching for any familiar face.

I’m sorry, it rang through your head, you laughed to yourself, your sad state now became angry, beating the clothes in your hand through pain, sorry, you chose to die, you thought. You pushed your way through crowds of people, your head down, staring at the clothes, holding them tighter to you, wishing that if you squeezed hard enough, he would come back. Eventually, you found your way into a forest, and you propped yourself against a tree, bundling yourself in his clothes. You imagined him lying next to you, his clothes keeping you warm as if he had tucked them over you himself. You put your hand on your cheek where he had last kissed you, breaking down all over again.

You were never the same once he was gone, you didn’t move on, and when you were reunited with your friends, you had nothing to say. When you finished grieving after peace had been brought, you saw glimpses of him everywhere, little signs he was still looking out for you, although he was gone, making you cherish the time you had together.

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Send me prompts please, I sit at my computer after work daily pondering trying to figure out what to write while I wait for my plans to start...

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Reblogging because I have so many just like so many ideas but Idek how to put them into words so I feel like if I'm sent stuff I will actually write stuff down

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LOOK AT MY BABY!!!!

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Guys I'm in way over my head...

I'm 4 hours in and hes nowhere close to done 😵‍💫

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Update: I ran out of the hair yarn (I literally have had it for like 4 years and idk where I got it) so he will not have his little beard 🫣🫣🫣

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A CAROLINA HURRICANES MASTERCLASS

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Guys I'm in way over my head...

I'm 4 hours in and hes nowhere close to done 😵‍💫

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AoT Men after one too many drinks... ____________________

a/n: I'm having withdrawal from parties I fear... anyways Bertholdt's is frying me 💀💀

Also this is so long for me...

___________________ Levi:

He drinks very rarely, only if you drag him to a social obligation after a very long, hard, frustrating day. Somehow, he was convinced to let loose tonight, and you were enjoying every second of it. It didn’t take a lot to get him tipsy; you had seen it before, but tonight was something special. The normally antisocial ‘get me out of here’ man was gone; he was now the social butterfly, particularly when it came to advice. Your friend came over to talk to you about a personal matter, and he was hanging on to you, holding an empty bottle. He was not one for public affection, but tonight he couldn’t let go of you for even a moment.  

Your friend was in the middle of telling you their problem when all of a sudden, he stepped in like he was the expert.

“You know, as someone who has dealt with this many times…” he started, then rambled on about something fairly unrelated, and the two of you laughed. He crossed his arms because he knew you weren’t taking him seriously; there was genuinely no way to take him seriously. 

“Alright, Levi, whatever you say,” your friend laughed, allowing you to give him some water without noticing. He continues going around the rest of the night, trying to tell anyone who will listen some incomprehensible story. You always tell him he can tell you, and so he does, because it’s funny, and he genuinely laughs; his hard outer shell is broken, and now he’s some crazy character you would have never pinned him to be. 

Jean:

You have to be a babysitter when Jean is drinking, not that he does anything bad, but he becomes very clueless and will lose you in a second. You keep a firm grasp on his wrist or hand and insist on being the one in charge of getting drinks when he gets like this. He certainly is not afraid to show anyone strong feelings, either. He puts the ‘cool guy’ act aside after a few drinks, and he becomes very clingy with anyone and everyone, showing his softer side. 

“Hey, I love you, man,” you heard after you had your back turned for a second. He already had someone pulled in. 

“Alright, Jean, come here.” You turn around, helping his new friend escape from his grip. Jean pats his new friend on the back before turning to see you, his face lighting up. He immediately wraps his arms around you.

“Hi, baby,” he exclaims, kissing you, his full weight being forced on you. You get him into a position where you can support him. The two of you make your way around, Jean tells everyone who you are, despite them already knowing you, but he’s so proud you're his in this state.

“Look how pretty she is,” he grabs your face, pulling it to his again. He continues bragging about you the rest of the night as long as you’re beside him. 

Reiner:

He is the opposite of Jean, refusing to let anyone near you, not to mention pushing others away when they try. It keeps him entertained, making it like a game for him throughout the night. 

“Why’s he looking at you like that?” he points, resting his head on yours, pulling you closer to him if even possible.

“He’s just smiling.” You reach back to rub his arm. 

“I don’t like it,” he pouts, moving the two of you somewhere to sit. He was already clingy to begin with at parties, but now it was an extreme. You were his most prized possession, and he could not let you get away.

“Reiner, he’s our friend,” you say as he finds a place for you two to sit down. He continues scanning the area for any other threats. Moments later, he’s completely fine when you press a kiss to his cheek. He starts babbling about how much he loves you, and whatever drink is in his hand, shoving it to your lips for you to try. Still, when someone gets too close, he clutches you like you are going to leave in an instant, even if it’s someone trying to talk to him, he gives a stink eye. You can’t help but laugh, which turns his mood around once more. He’s laughing with you; when you stop, he stops; he’s obsessed with you in this moment.

Porco:

Porco, like Reiner, is super possessive when drunk; however, he is not as passive about it. He is verbally aggressive when someone gets too close, and if it gets to that point, he will get physical, ending in you dragging him away. 

“I was doing it for you, babe,” is not a new phrase to you. He says it now as you pull him away from whatever squabble he was about to get into with the random guy, who he caught ‘eyeing you up and down’ after he calls him an asshole. You take his face in your hands and kiss him once before scolding him for being an idiot. 

“Dumbass, please get this through your thick head,” you pat the side a few times, before beginning your lecture on why he can’t control where people look despite his desires. He thinks he’s protecting you, but really, you are protecting him, yes he trains for these moments, but sober, he usually ends up missing and taking a few hits without landing a single one if he manages to get into a fight when you are around. His mind is always elsewhere when you are talking; scolding him is one of your most attractive features to him when he is drunk. The night always ends with him saying,

“Let’s get out of here,” with a smirk on his face, dragging you back home to ‘apologize for his behavior.’

Connie:

He is already the life of the party to begin with, but once he has had a few, you won’t see him again, just hear him. You’ll hear him laughing as loudly as he possibly can at anyone and everyone. When you briefly get hold of him, he’s laughing,

“Y/N, look at Sasha, she’s gonna puke all over Niccolo.” He’s catching his breath, wiping a tear away before pointing, you look at the sight, queasy yourself. You smile at him, not to ruin his mood, before he moves on to someone else.

“Look at Jean, there’s no way he bags her,” he’s laughing even harder. He is very overstimulating to be around. He takes the sunglasses off the top of his head, puts them on you (he definitely took them from someone random), and spins you around. Unfortunately, he is very prone to self-inflicted pressure in this state; if someone mentions some sort of activity, he announces a bet he’s made for himself about said activity going overboard. 

“Push-ups, pssh,” he drops to the gross floor and starts doing them, before you pull him back up, knowing he will make himself sick. 

“Alright, you did it, that’s enough,” is a phrase you got very used to saying to him, even yelling at him if you had to, because you did not want to be taking care of the aftermath of his actions. However, he rarely listens, but everyone cheers, and it is always a story to tell at gatherings. 

Bertholdt:

He was usually the responsible one in every situation that involved alcohol, whether he was the one making the drinks or the designated driver; you could always count on him to be mature. When he strayed away from this, though, it was like a whole new person. He would succumb very easily to peer pressure, usually from Reiner, and you’d find him doing something stupid. 

“What are you doing?” You came across the two of them out in the yard laying in the grass without shirts. He jumped up at your voice, looking embarrassed, quickly hiding his half-naked body.

“Nothing, I promise, we just got hot,” he laughed at the thought of what they were just doing.

“You’re missing something,” you gesture at the two of them.

“We were hot,” Reiner said, looking embarrassed. You helped the two off the ground barely, as they could barely stand on their own, still both of them giggling.

“So what made you get hot?” You regretted it as soon as the words came out cause that made them laugh more.

“You guys are twelve,” you sighed, looking around the yard for any clues and for the missing pieces of clothing. Eventually, you find his shirt as he was already sitting back down on the ground, you drape it over him, as he looks guilty.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he rubs his head, still trying to hold back laughing. You ruffle his hair before helping him back up, and keeping him up this time. You may never find out what happened that night, or you could find out momentarily, but you never knew with him; he was a mystery in this state.

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The hc/blurb I wrote is making me genuinely laugh out loud, I can't 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Lets just say 🍻🤪

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It's Only A Game - Reiner Braun

----------------------------------- a/n: A lot of word barf, but the weather was crappy this weekend so I figured I would use that as my muse Summary: Modern AU, Power outage strikes your friend group ------------------------------------

Saturday night movies had become a tradition for your group: girls host, guys pick a movie, and vice versa. Tonight, the girls were hosting, and it was storming, a perfect night for a movie. There was a knock at the door; at last, they had arrived, but completely drenched. Thunder cracked as you welcomed them in, causing all of you to jump. 

“Thanks for not cancelling,” Bertholdt said, taking off his jacket and hanging it by the door.

“Not like we had a choice,” you shot a look at your friends as they came in with towels. 

“It’s tradition, we are on a six-week streak, you really think we wanted to give that up?” Porco smirked, taking one of the towels. You tended to Reiner’s aid, wiping him dry to the best of your ability before you let him step in any further. You ran the towel over his damp hair, smiling.

“You were acting like the world would end if we canceled,” Pieck laughed, collecting the now-wet towels. After the three dried off, you made your way in further, and an array of food lay across the table: pizza, chips, popcorn, and anything else the three of you deemed essential. You all gathered your plates and took your unspoken assigned seats: you and Reiner on the long end of your sectional, Pieck and Porco joining you on the other half of the couch, and Annie and Bertholdt sharing the love seat next to the couch. 

“So what’s tonight’s choice?” Annie asked. The lights flickered you all looked outside, seeing a large flash of lightning in the window. 

“Please don’t lose power,” you sighed, grabbing the remote. Reiner snatched it from you, scrolling to find the movie the guys had picked. You three groaned, looking at the result, another raunchy comedy movie. 

“Hey, with the amount of cheesy romance movies we put up with-” Reiner started, interrupted by another power surge. You slid closer into him. He wrapped his arm around you, rubbing your shoulder. The six of you paused for a moment, letting the power come back on again. He tried once more to put the movie on, and with that final attempt, your power was out completely. 

“Yes,” Annie let out a sigh of relief at not having to be forced to watch the movie. 

“There goes our streak,” Porco sighed. The three of you sprang into action, lighting all the candles you had scattered around and turning on all your battery-powered decorative lights, without power the place still looked lively. 

“Okay, no movie, but…” You smirked, reaching for the deck of cards sitting on your coffee table. Everyone moved pillows to the floor, gathering around the table. You dragged Reiner to your room with you to get more games. You had them tucked away, all of you were super competitive, so you figured keeping them out of sight would avoid the risk of bringing up unnecessary anger, tonight there was no choice. The two of you shoved things around in your closet until finally the game stash could be reached. Thunder boomed again. This was the loudest one yet; it got both of you visibly shaken.

“Hey, I’m here alright,” he said, resting his hands on your sides, trying to keep his calm. All of a sudden, the urgent weather alert blared throughout the house, and you two exchanged a deep breath and a look before going out to join the others with your stack of games. The four were already dealing cards out by the time you got back. You played a few rounds of cards, getting heated quickly, after repeating winners. 

“Alright,” Reiner threw his cards into the center. He had a mischievous look on his face; in the dim lighting, it made it even more menacing. Then it hit you, no, he wouldn’t. 

You eyed the box he was pulling from under the table, he went there. You pressed your palm to your forehead, hearing the rattling of the pieces. Everyone’s faces lit up except yours once it was revealed, Monopoly, of course. You despised this game; it went on forever, and you were always the first out. No matter how many times you tried to get rid of it, you were always caught.

“Oh, Y/N,” Pieck felt your pain. She was always quick to join you in being out early on. She did enjoy watching everyone fight once the two of you were out. The game began, you all took your respective pieces, you were the iron, Pieck the thimble, Porco the car, Annie the dog, Bertholdt the top hat and the banker, and Reiner the battleship. It was the same every time you played; nothing ever went differently. Annie and Porco would run everyone out of money. Bertholdt would play down to his final dollar, and Reiner would always try to make deals, while you and Pieck just observed the chaos. Tonight was not off course from this typical cycle, but you were lasting longer than usual. Several hours had passed, and you were still in.

“No, I own all the railroads, look,” you shouted across the table.

“No, you traded with lover boy a bit ago,” Porco shouted back, gesturing at Reiner. You looked over to see he was right, rolling your eyes. He flirted his way into that trade; he did it to you every time, but you couldn’t resist the way he looked at you when he wanted something.

“Aww, relax, I’ll buy you something pretty with this money,” he kissed your head, laughing. You pouted, shoving him away. The railroads were the only thing keeping you alive in this game; moments later, it was too late, you were out of luck, bankrupt to Annie, typical. You handed her your pile of properties and remained next to your fellow bankrupt friend. 

“You lasted longer than me this time,” Pieck laughed. The two of you were drifting off as this game continued forever.

“You see why I don’t like this game,” you yawned at her, checking the time; it was nearly 3 am, still no power, still no end in sight. She was already asleep on Porco’s shoulder. You pulled a blanket off the couch and bundled up, your head resting in Reiner’s lap. The three guys were the only ones left at this point. He looked down at you, smiling, yawning himself.

“Pause here, pick up in the morning, deal?” Bertholdt said, holding his hands up. The three nodded in agreement. 

“Alright, come on, mopey,” he lifted your head out of his lap, scooping you up bridal style, carrying you to your room.

“I’m not mopey,” you mumbled. He tossed you on your bed, and you crawled under your blankets immediately. You continued listening to the booming of thunder and cracking of lightning outside. He joined you quickly after stripping down to just his shorts, sliding under your blanket next to you. You were faced away from him, tired and moody, and the loud noises outside were keeping you up. He wrapped his arm around you, his head making its way to your shoulder.

“You still mad at me for getting you out?” he kissed your cheek, smiling.

“Why can’t I say no to you?” you sighed, flipped over, and lay on your back staring blankly at the ceiling. His head found your shoulder, once more, peppering your cheek with kisses. 

“It’s only a game,” he frowned. You could feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of your head. 

“That right there, that’s why I can’t say no,” you turned to face him, your foreheads now resting against each other. You were pointing at him like punishing a child.

“And you know you’re doing it too,” you laughed.

“Doing what?” his eyebrows scrunched in adorable fake confusion.

“Reiner Braun,” you groaned in frustration. He was enjoying every minute of annoying you. 

“Come on tell me,” he pestered you, his hands now moving dangerously close to places you knew would get you to talk. He twitched his fingers on your stomach, causing you to jolt. He did it once more, then again repeatedly, and you began to squirm, breaking out in a fit of laughter.

“Stop,” your voice rose, breathing the words out through laughter, “I want to go to sleep,”

“You still mad?” he grinned.

“No, I’m not mad,” you said, catching your breath. He trapped you under his arm and leg, resettling next to you, exhaling deeply.

“Good, now get some sleep,” he kissed your forehead, before closing his eyes. You rolled your eyes, but you were no longer thinking about not having power, and the noise outside had quieted down. 

“Good night,” you sighed. You inched closer to him, his head now sitting on top of yours. 

“Dream of me winning in the morning,” he yawned. 

“Yeah, right,” you yawned back. The two of you drifted off. 

You woke up the next morning to the sound of things being turned back on; your power was back, and you were relieved. You looked to find you were the only one left in bed. You trudged to the living room, rubbing your eyes, finding the three guys already back at their game. Annie was making coffee, and she handed you a mug. 

“What time did they start?” You took a sip.

“Around 10,” she groaned. It was 11:30 at this point, and they were still playing.

“You get any sleep?” you gestured at Bertholdt, who looked like he didn’t even go to bed.

“Hardly, he talked all about his amazing plan to come back and win,” she rolled her eyes. You laughed, before glancing at the table, his money was looking thin. 

“Keep it down back there.” his ears were burning from you two talking about him. “Yes!” He exclaimed.

“No!” Reiner slammed his fist on the table. You saw his face sink, handing over his properties in frustration, before making his way over to you. 

“Aww, too bad,” Annie teased. 

“He cheats,” he said, pointing at Bertholdt. She laughed and left the two of you to go back to the action. You took seats at your kitchen table, observing from a distance. His focus remained on the game, despite removing himself. 

“It’s only a game,” you said, mocking him from the night before. 

“Easy,” he grumbled, his face resting in his hands. You rubbed circles on his back, letting him mope, shaking your head. He shifted his focus to you when you stopped. 

“Kiss for your troubles,” you shoved your puckered lips in his face. He grinned, kissing you, lingering there for a moment, before kissing you once more. He had that look in his eye, ‘no,’ you mouthed. He pulled you out of your chair, standing up, dragging you over to the couch, and pulling you onto his lap. You ruffled his hair, before your hand made its way to his neck, scratching it gently, it only made him want you more right now. His hands sat on your thigh and around your waist, securing you on top of him. 

“You two are gross,” Porco looked over.

“It wouldn’t be gross if it were you would it?” Reiner shot back. Pieck was lying there playing with his hair on the couch as he continued counting out money. You saw his embarrassment as he tried to swat her hands away. The two of you laughed. Despite the power being back on, nothing changed; the game continued, and no one was in any rush to go anywhere. Reiner, however, was in a rush to get to you all to himself; you could feel him fidgeting beneath you; his hands began to wander, giving you chills, and then, finally, when the game came to a close, he had his excuse. The others were already starting to make breakfast while you took the games back to your room. He promptly shut the door behind you, took the games from you, and shoved them back into your closet. You were reaching for the door when he stopped you, taking your wrist and spinning you back towards him. 

“What are you-” he cut you off, smashing his lips into yours. He slid his hand up your arm, meeting the back of your neck, refusing to let you pull away.

“Consolation prize,” he breathed out when your lips finally broke apart. You laughed, melting back into him once again, before reality snapped back in; others were waiting for the two of you.

“Rei,” you nodded towards the door behind you. He whined, letting go of you slowly.

“You owe me,” he said firmly as you dragged him out of your room, rejoining the others. 

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Long ahh Reiner fluff coming...

It's mostly just friends hanging out but I feel its important and also just how I feel about the others mentioned 😵‍💫

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Smile if you own montreal 🤭🤤

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"Party Guy" - Porco Galliard

______________________________ a/n: I wrote this at like 2am, but I still think it's good, for all my Porco fans out there :)

You were on your own that night, your friends all busy with other plans or studying, but it was the first party of the year, and you had nothing better to do. You looked at the Greek lettering on the house, signaling you were in the right place and headed in. You found a few familiar faces and figured you could stick with them for the night. Everything was going smoothly, a drink in you, and you were now a social butterfly, very uncharacteristic of you. You were dancing with the new friends you found at the party, then all of a sudden, something was dripping down your shoulder. You turned around in disgust. This guy couldn’t care less that his drink was spilling all over you. 

“Hey, watch it,” you yelled, taking the cup from his hand without hesitation. He stood there confused for a moment before turning to face you. 

“Give it back,” he said, “clearly you’ve had enough.” He gestured at your shoulder, laughing where he spilled, and the guys surrounding him joined him in laughing, assuming you were the culprit of his actions. 

“Really? I’m the one who’s had too much, why would I spill on myself?” you stood, squeezing the cup tighter in your hands.

“People do dumb things when they are drunk,” he reached for the cup in your hand. You were furious. Who did he think he was talking to you, a stranger, like this? 

“Yeah, I guess they do,” you smirked, dumping the cup over his head, releasing it from your hands, letting the cup fall over his shoulder. He was furious, and you walked out of the party regretting your decision to go in the first place. You stayed away from the party scene for a while.

After this night, this guy was starting to appear everywhere. You would be at the library, and there he would be sitting with his friends, joking around, ignoring the obvious point of a library, quiet. You would roll your eyes and huff loudly enough as you walked by to catch their attention. You would shoot snarky remarks about the purpose of the library every time they were there. You were now known as ‘party girl’ and ‘party guy’ respectively to your friends. He showed up in the middle of one of your classes to drop something off to one of his friends, probably a borrowed assignment, and noticed you immediately, ‘Don’t let party girl have it’ he said. You two drove each other crazy, which put you in a funk for the whole first month of this school year. If you were being honest with yourself after your last relationship ended, ‘party guy’ was the only other guy you ever really interacted with. 

“Okay, Y/N,” your friends said to you, after your constant mentions of ‘party guy.’ They had had enough of your groaning and complaining, not to mention that this was the only guy you ever mentioned around them; they needed something new.

“What?” you said, arms crossed, stopping you in the middle of your pacing back and forth about today’s ‘party guy’ rant. 

“You’re going out, we are finding someone to take your mind off this stupid guy,” your friend said to you. 

“Okay, I get it, I’m annoying, but he’s just so-”

“Frustrating,” you were cut off. You sighed and listened to what your friend had to say.

“Look, my friend convinced his friend to go on a blind date because he doesn’t want him sitting around all day, much like you, and I was in charge of finding the date. This is perfect for you, but don’t mention-”

“I get it,” you rolled your eyes. 

“So you’ll go,” your friend said, with a glimpse of hope in their eyes. 

“Yes, I’ll go, when?” Your friend’s face lit up at your response, frantically going on their phone, typing.

“Tonight, the two of us will bring you two together, then leave.” Tonight?! That was too soon; however, you knew you couldn’t talk your way out of it now. 

“Alright,” you rubbed your face, sighing. You waited around before getting ready. It would be casual, dinner, and drinks at a bar, but you did try to look your best. You missed the excitement of getting ready for a date, especially if it was something to take your mind off of ‘him’. The two of you headed off, and you were starting to get nervous. The two of you got there and sat at a table waiting.

“There you are,” your friend was waving the two guys over. You turned only to see your worst nightmare, the person you were set up with was none other than ‘party guy’ himself. Your face dropped. 

“Ahh, ‘party girl,’ we meet again,” he smirked, rolling his eyes. 

“Always a pleasure,” you glared at him. The two exchanged a look, watching the two of you interact. They both rushed off, bickering about the other being oblivious to the situation, leaving the two of you alone. You stood awkwardly in silence for a moment before he said something.

“I know now that I spilled the drink on you,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “sorry.” You looked at him, really looked at him; he was being genuine.

“People do dumb things when they are drunk,” you laughed, blushing, “I’m sorry too.” The tension between the two of you was easing. You two sat down at the table before you and began talking.

“It’s Y/N by the way,” you smiled. The two came back to find you sitting at peace, seeing their work was done, leaving you two to your date. 

“Porco,” he nodded. The two of you shook hands over the table, properly beginning your evening. The two of you turned out to have a lot more in common than you thought. He wasn’t so bad, and the more you looked at him, you realized he was kind of cute, the way his nose scrunched when he laughed, the way he nervously ran his hand through his hair after the conversation began to die down, and he felt the same for you. 

This night was just the beginning; you two saw a lot more of each other. At the library, he would tell his friends to be quiet if you were there. You two talked back and forth about classes, and had a few more dates before he eventually asked you to be his girlfriend. You were happy, from someone completely unexpected, the guy that drove you crazy, you now couldn’t stand to be away from. Now here you were, months into your new relationship, and he was staying the night. It was late, and the two of you tried to be as quiet as you could; clearly, that failed. 

“How’s ‘party guy’?” Your friend said, grinning as you crept out of your room, slowly going to refill your water bottle. You were in his hoodie, hood pulled up, hiding the obvious markings on your neck. Embarassed, your gaze fixated on your fridge, filling the bottle.

“Porco’s good,” you said, trying to fill your bottle faster with your mind, but it was no use; you were trapped here for at least another minute now answering all the questions you were being asked. You ran back into your room after your friend’s teasing, pulling the hoodie off, and quickly shutting the door behind you. He was sitting in your bed, waiting for you, the blanket lifted, revealing a spot for you to join him and pick up where you left off. He saw the panic in your face, smirking.

“No more?” he said, pulling you to him. You shoved the bottle into his hand.

“Next time, you’re getting your own water,” you pouted. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before taking a sip.

“Thank you,” he smiled, flicking the light off. Your head found his bare chest immediately as the two of you lay down, you aimlessly traced his collarbone, pressing gentle kisses along it before drifting off to sleep, thinking about how far the two of you had come since your first interaction.

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Send me prompts please, I sit at my computer after work daily pondering trying to figure out what to write while I wait for my plans to start...

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genuinely how the fuck does this happen