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sending so much love to everyone who feels like they’re never chosen as the best friend, as the partner, as the favorite. sending love to all of you who have been treated and felt like second best. sending love to all of you who have felt rejected and unwanted. to all of you who have had to try really hard to fit in because you felt like you never will. 

you are so loved. you will be seen and heard by the right people. you can trust that you are valuable and not defined by other people’s perceptions of you. if someone doesn’t see your worth, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

・❥・bf!brother eunseok|cutie!reader ・❥・

・❥・dry humping, your bf is such a dick head and is not treating you good but you know who is? eunseok , kissing, reader is a virgin, so you know what dat mean. ugh eunseok is so hot and big, cheating, this one is a bit longer than usual ・❥・

・❥・song: empty seat and human nature by josh makazo ・❥・

“So what? You think I’m going to care about your little attitude tonight? Just because I fucking went out without telling you? Get out of my face with that nonsense.” Your boyfriend was fuming as he prepared himself for bed. There was no way you were going to just sit there and allow him to speak to you like this, like you had no say.

It was fucked.

There would have been no problem if he just had told you but what made it worse was that he completely ditched you to just go out with his friends. As if he didn’t go out for the last two fucking days. As if the plans you two made today weren't important.

“Yeah, I’m mad because you didn’t tell me, and you ditched me when you knew we had plans to spend time with each other.” You grabbed your phone off the nightstand as it started to vibrate. He didn’t say anything after that and even climbed into bed just to turn his back towards you.

Pathetic. "So, you're not going to say anything? Just going to ignore me like you usually do because you're not man enough to own up to your mistake? Again."

The bedroom grew dark as he turned the light off, the silence deafening. It was never like this before, he was able to communicate like a normal person up until recently. You even expressed how you felt about what was going on but nothing seemed to matter to him anymore. It's like he didn't care. Nothing but the brightness of your screen illuminated in the dark, you saw a string of texts litter your screen.

eunseok<3: he’s bitching again?

It was a response to your previous text.

you: yeah, he’s proceeded to ignore me and go to bed as if I wasn’t talking about how I feel. fuck me I guess…right? eunseok<3: ignore you huh? he's the one that ditched you, no? am i missing something? you: shit, that's what I'm tryin to figure out. I don't want to be here in my own place, I might go sleep on the couch tonight. Eunseok didn't like the idea of that at all, considering its your bed his brother is sleeping so peacefully in. He didn't respond to your text and instead grabbed his keys. What bothered him most of the night was that his brother didn't deserve you, he's been adamant about that the moment he laid his eyes on you. As fucked as that might sound, he's been waiting for the day where he could just snatch you up. He's sure his little moments with you has sparked something even if it was in front of his brother. It wasn't enough to start anything but you and him both know that there was...tension.

The temptation of this man alone was strong, you remember the first time you met him. Vastly different compared to his brother, Eunseok carried himself differently, his confidence was staggering which made him hotter than he should have been. It wasn’t always like this though.

You loved your boyfriend, but it changed one night when he drunkenly confessed his "sober" thoughts. Things you wish you never knew, and it made you sick to your stomach for wanting to fix something that was probably already broken. You realized you had nothing more in you to give and he realized that his sick plan was coming to fruition. In the time of you sending that text, you managed to move from your bed to the living room couch with a blanket in your arm. It's not like you weren't irritated but you found peace laying on your couch, alone. You would think talking would be the best to have a good nights sleep but you desired something more than just talking. Shamefully, your mind resorted to Eunseok and right then and there was the cherry on the cake for tonight. Talking wasn't going to fix the ache between your thighs unless it was Eunseok who was doing it. Desperation seeping from you as you missed the familiar touch of your boyfriend. You missed being touched in general but tonight felt different.

You wanted Eunseok and the devil seemed to be doing his deeds because your phone lit up, vibrating with a contact of the man himself calling you. Picking it up, you whispered, "Hello?" "I'm outside, come stay with me tonight and I promise I'll bring you back." You quickly stood up from the couch, scurrying over the window to peek through the blinds. Sitting outside was Eunseok's car, headlights off to not draw any attention. There he was leaning against the door with his arms crossed. "I'll be out." You hung up as quick as you put your slippers on. Fuck shoes, you wanted out and he was giving you that. Not a coat, not even your blanket was grabbed before you slipped out of the house with your keys and phone. He softly smiled as you appeared, standing up straight to open the passenger door. "I'm thinking a nice mental break will do you good." You nodded your head, rubbing your bare arms as the cool weather hit you so suddenly. "I don't want to think at all so that sounds about right." Eunseok licked his lips and gestured you to get into the car. "I have a jacket in the back for you." He was going to make you forget all about tonight if you let him. He was happy to take any thoughts out until you were just enjoying yourself.

He didn’t speak of what had transpired until he got you into the passenger side of the seat.

“Are you going to fill me in on what my idiot brother has done fully or am I going to have to wait tomorrow when he texts me?” He leaned down against the car and watched you pull your seatbelt on.

“How about he text you and tell you how much I was complaining to him. Didn’t think my attitude was going to make him completely go silent.” You looked at him with a small grin.

“Maybe that’s a good thing. I got you here with me now, right?” He caressed your chin softly and stood up straight.

He closed the door and you watched him walk around the front to the drivers side, hopping in. The car was still on and the moment he pulled his seatbelt on, he pulled off. You didn't know where you were going but you knew it wasn't in the direction of his place, you were okay with that though. As long as you were with Eunseok, everything felt fine. The ride was fairly quiet besides the radio playing music and the soft blow of warm air from the vents. He parked somewhere secluded, some place where the only light source was from the tall lamps. You felt comfortable in your spot but you weren't tired, not yet at least.

You hugged the jacket tighter, turning in your seat to face Eunseok as he was just slightly reclined in his seat. God, he looked so good tonight and you so badly wanted to say that out loud. You really don't know what was overcoming you but in this very moment, you needed this man like no other. His long legs spread to accommodate the new space he made in his seat, arms bare with nothing but a sleeveless top on. Just the slightest peek of his chest. You were staring hard and he knew you were, that small smile on his lips weren't for nothing. He wanted your attention and tonight he was going to have it. "Talk to me, baby." He spoke up, turning his attention from the window to you. His hand reaching over to grab your calf, tugging your legs over rest your feet on his lap. He grabbed your slippers to pull them off, tossing them on the floor of his back seat. Cold hands come into contact with your bare feet, the little touches of intimacy starting a buzz inside your brain. "About?" Your eyes met his. "Why you're still with him."

“I don’t know anymore, if I’m honest..” You drop your gaze, unknowing to him keeping his.

“That’s okay, I just wanted to ask. You didn’t want to think tonight and that’s what I’m here to do. Stop that pretty mind from thinking.”

He smooths his hands up high, squeezing your calves. “You know one thing? I will never understand how a dumbass like my brother managed to end up with someone as pretty as you. How he’s managed to keep his distance when I wouldn’t even be able to keep my fucking hands off you.”

You tried everything to keep yourself at bay but the sweet tingle in your tummy and the sudden heat of your pussy wasn’t making anything easy.

“Every single time I see you, I want nothing more than to touch you. Make you feel things that you’ve never felt before because I know I can and by the looks of it…he’s not doing anything to make you feel good. Poor thing is desperate from a little rubbing.” He clicks his tongue in annoyance.

You could only listen to the way he spoke, low and dangerously calm. He hoped you could feel the growing bulge in his sweats as he touched you longer. He was right, just a little touch was driving you mad. "So what? You plan on making me feel better then? Plan on doing something your brother couldn't?" The man in front of you took those words as a challenge and chuckled. "How about you get in the back seat and find out, baby?" It almost felt insane how quick you were to get into the backseat, Eunseok following right after before pulling you into a kiss. A sweet moan spilling into the kiss as he held the back of your head in one hand while the other guided you to lay back in the seats. It wasn’t new to be kissed but your boyfriend never kissed you the way Eunseok ever did in this moment. His tongue slipping past your parted lips as he gripped your hip in a firm hold. His other hand holding the back of your head just to keep you form pulling away from his lips. The taste of you making him grunt lowly into the kiss, he could feel his heart increasing suddenly. Towering over you as he kissed you until he could hear the delicious little sounds filling his ears. He soaked every little bit of you in like the hungry man he was.

Roughly, he dragged his kisses down to your neck. “I’ll make you mine and he won’t have a say in it.” He whispered lowly, dragging his sticky sweet lips along the side of your neck to your throat.

“Take these off..” He hooked his fingers into the sides of your leggings, roughly yanking them down your legs and off your ankles until they were on his car floor. He licked his lips and snapped the band of your panties against your hip. Boldly, he pushed his thumb against your pussy, pushing the fabric against until he could see the faintest outline of it. "Fuck, you're pretty.." He leaned back on his knees. He looked down at you and you couldn't express...how fine this man was if you were forced to write it on a piece of paper. You kissed those lips, listen to the words that came out of them, fuck, you tasted him and you felt addicted just from kissing. You slowly took the jacket off, suddenly feeling too hot in it. You even took your shirt off just to be left in your panties and bra. Had the nerve to call you pretty like he wasn't the fucking prettiest tonight. He stared and you could tell there wasn't a lick of shame in that man by the way he gazed at you. Top to bottom, tits to your pussy, tummy and the thickness of your thighs. You were perfect. Hesitantly, he looked away to focus on undressing himself. You watched him peel his shirt off and then came his sweats and your eyes couldn't stop from staring as much as you already were. The long outline of his cock making it so much harder for you to function and it wasn't even in you. He brushed his hand along it, dragging long fingers against it until it throbbed in his boxers. He hissed lowly and reached down to grab your hand, guiding it to feel him. A tease he was as he pressed your hand against his abdomen, making you feel every dip of his abs until he guided it lower. Until you could feel the heat of his cock against your fingers.

"This is yours.."

You prayed to not pass out after hearing those words come out of his mouth but he was making it difficult for you not to.

He chuckled at your expression. "God, you're so cute..." He lowered his body down, leaving you to move your hand to where you please.

You hide your face in his shoulder, closing your eyes the moment you felt his lips against your skin. Your hands laid flat on his back, fingers digging into the firm muscle. His body was hot against yours as he pushed his hips against yours.

You could feel him against you, the thick outline of his clothed cock. He was big, bigger than you could handle and yet the sweet delicious push of it against your pussy was ruining you internally. "Relax baby...just feel me." He whispers against your cheek, leaning up to look at your pretty face. He thought you were the prettiest thing on this planet, looking so desperate to feel him against you more. He kissed your cheek as he dragged one of his hands down to your thigh, holding it to his waist as he rolled his hips. You could practically feel the heat of his cock, feel it throb against your needy cunt as he rutted up against you. "Feel how big I am...how much I'm throbbing just to feel your cunt." "Eunseok.." You moaned softly, holding him tighter against you, wanting to feel that weight on you to ease your mind. This alone felt like heaven and you wanted nothing more than to feel him in you, fucking you dumb. Your back arched off the seat, whimpering quietly as your cunt ached. You so desperately wanted to cum. "I'm teasing you aren't I?" He cooed. "What if..I pulled these cute little panties off, hm? Will that make you feel better?" He didn't want an answer, didn't need one when he could almost feel your wetness through his own boxers. To be blocked by your panties and his boxers only made his desire to feel you worsen. He couldn't fathom the thought of his own brother not touching you, not knowing the feeling of your pussy, not knowing the sweet noises you make. You were ignored, neglected and he hated his brother for that. "M'fucking tempted if you ask me, but if I do, you just might not make it back home in the morning...just might have to keep you until all you know is me." You wanted nothing more than that tonight. "Take them off then, Eunseok." He closed his eyes as he sunk lower, sighing out deeply. "Better pray I leave you walking, baby."

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reverb • chapter nine

synopsis: following his talk with Armin, Eren decides to channel his energy into something more positive but finds that getting back into the groove of creating is a lot harder than expected. Luckily, a much needed visit from a familiar face and someone very dear to him helps get the rapper back on track. But will he be met with warmth and words of encouragement or incredibly tough love? A confrontation between him and the fiancé of his scorned best friend takes place as well, where the pissed off rockstar has some choice words for the equally disgruntled EJ. How will Eren respond? Meanwhile, (y/n) uses her vacation time to rest, reflect and return to her roots. A lot of her past is revealed, including the reason for her sudden shift in mood at the airport. While back home, the budding star decides to pay a visit to her old stomping grounds, where she asks for advice from a trusted loved one. But what message awaits her and will she take heed? Also, the day of the infamous yacht party arrives and Armin, the gracious host invites both his best friend and (y/n). Who hadn’t seen one another in weeks so tensions are high and very awkward. That is until an incident brings the pair closer together than before. Will they be able to reconcile or has time and distance dwindled that lustful passion? 

content warning: flashbacks, smut mentions, mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of death, mentions of spirituality/tarot/astrology, depression, mental health, alcohol use, implied sex, lots of humor

word count: 12.3K (long as hell, I know!)

“You have to find something you cherish and pour your heart into it, otherwise, it’s all pointless..”

📝: here’s to hoping that I can get back to much more frequent and consistent uploads because boy do I miss this story! And I hope you all do too. I appreciate everyone for sticking around and showing this series so much love. It won’t be going anywhere any time soon. 💖

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eighteen years ago…

“Now you gotta put a little more flour in there. You want ‘em to bake up just right…and stir it real good. Think you can do that?”

“Yesmaam, I got it, gwanny.”

“That’s my girl! Alright, and while we let ‘em bake, we can get this kitchen cleaned up. Can’t enjoy cookies with mess everywhere now, can we?”

“No ma’am! We don’t want yucky stuff everywhere.”

“That’s right! You know Grandma loves you, sweet pea.”

“I love you too, Gwanny…”

“I love you too….—

present day

the words that had been spoken during (y/n)’s deep slumber began to trail off into reality as you awoke from unconsciousness. Shooting up from the mattress as you called out to the person who was so far away.  Unbeknownst, you had been doing this every single night since returning home from Texas. Three days had passed since the beginning of your month-long vacation and you had already slept through a majority of them. From the bathroom straight back to bed, with a small snack in between. An endless bout of depression you were struggling to come out of. But that’s how this time of year always went…you’d wallow and sulk, cry for hours on end until you exhausted yourself. It was a brutal and vicious cycle but hopefully, with a little help, you’d snap out of it. At least that’s what your best friend was hoping for when she all but broke into your apartment this morning and began cooking breakfast..something you weren’t aware of until you smelled the aroma of breakfast foods...along with another delectable item. The fragrant scent was so unique, you knew there was only one other person who could’ve created it, seeing as how the first one was long gone. “That’s—wait!”

hopping out of bed..bonnet and a large sleeping shirt were the only things that you were sporting as you wiped the remaining crust from your eyes and darted for the kitchen. It was there you’d spot someone sporting similar clothing with music playing and a stack of food displayed on the countertop. Bacon, eggs, grits and the most surprising? A pile of your Grandma’s famous blueberry biscuits. A recipe that has been in your family for generations! They were your favorite and every Sunday, after church, your granny would have a fresh batch waiting for you to pair with her incredible fried chicken and Mac and cheese. It was so nostalgic! However..you wanted to know what prompted all of this..

“Good morning, sunshine…you slept okay?” Niesha, with that charming, little southern accent. Her voice is light and soothing as summer rain and that gorgeous smile of hers even without a single drop of makeup on. Her natural hair styled into fingerwaves and wrapped in a silk durag, matching the PJ’s she was wearing. It was like being fresh out of high school all over again and you spent nights at her house. Staying up all night after work and dreaming about making it into a better situation. It seems that you guys had manifested this dream life and it was all coming to fruition. Sadly, at the height of it all, you fell into depression yet again. But alas, your best friend was here to pull you out of it. Scratching your eyes free of the sleep crusting around it, you took a seat at the kitchen counter in one of the barstools as she slid you a glass of orange juice. “Yeah, it was fine...Nie Nie, did you stay here all night?” your brow furrowing in concern as you took a sip but as always, she was playing coy and being cute. She wasn’t going to admit that she had watched you struggle and sob in your sleep as you called out to your grandmother. That was only after you had drank yourself silly..which was completely out of character. But it was to be expected and she’d stick beside you for as long as you needed her. Twenty something years of sisterhood and she damn sure wasn’t about to give it up now. Trying to downplay the whole thing, she just tried to change the subject and pretend the reason for her extended stay was some other reason. 

“Yeah, you know my man was supposed to come through last night but he got on my damn nerves again so now I got him on punishment.” to which you’d just giggle and try not to laugh too hard because her and this supposed man were not even in a relationship nor did they have any business together. Friends with benefits and a whole heap of drama. “You and Armin are still messing around, huh? I could’ve sworn you said you was done with his ass last week. Or was that before he brought you that new Van Cleef you’re wearing anddd that new Birkin?” making your best friend nervously cackle and scratch the back of her head. “Chileee, did I say that? Girl, you know I just be talking, you can’t pay me no attention.” The two of you were joking and playing around, which seemed to lift you in much higher spirits than before. As long as you were smiling, that was a good sign for your dear Niesha. “Anyways, enough about meee..are you feeling alright this morning, boo? Had me a lil’ scared there for a minute.” questioning now that you seemed to be in a much lighter headspace, sober and more than likely, better equipped to answer to now. Truthfully, you were still a little down and it wasn’t necessarily because you were grieving but because at the moment, you were feeling a little directionless. Right before you guys came home, you got more devastating news..but as you were preparing to delve into it, she’d hand you your plate along with a tall glass of orange juice and insist you eat before you upset yourself again and became ill. You’d thank her before divulging all of the details. 

“So you know I’ve been trying to get Granny’s house back from that bitch who took it and the state, right? Well..I had a meeting with my lawyer and he said they denied the motion to move forward with the case. Saying that she legally has control and it was signed over to her so there’s nothing I can do.” Feeling a hard lump in the back of your throat as you spoke the words out in the open. Now that you were saying it aloud, the shit hurt worse. Honestly, it was your biggest motivator for getting money and maintaining a life of notoriety. In your mind, you figured that if you obtained pretty substantial wealth and possibly enough status, you could get the best lawyers money could buy and snatch your childhood home back. Now it all felt in vain..

You were seventeen years old during the untimely passing of your grandmother from cancer..fresh out of high school without a clue about the world and nothing to your name. The only saving grace was the fact that you had her house she’d promised you since childhood in the event that something happened to her..or so you thought. As if losing the only guardian and family you’d ever known wasn’t enough, another hard blow came when you were forcefully evicted by the state only three weeks later and told that the rightful owner would be moving in. That person? Your granny’s caretaker. The middle aged woman in the pink scrubs and bright yellow Crocs who would always greet you when you came home from school..smiling in your face and being so friendly as your sweet granny lay on her deathbed. Only for that evil bitch to pull the dirty stunt of making her change her will when her mind began to deteriorate. It was a rotten trick but a legal one and there was nothing that you, a child without a red cent to show could do about it. To add to fate’s cruel sick joke, you then turned eighteen and because of that, you were too old for foster care. Technically an adult but feeling like a frightened little girl inside, you wandered the streets for weeks. Sleeping out of the car she left behind, trying to work during the day and stay safe at night. You were so scared and would cry for hours until you fell asleep in the backseat. It wasn’t until Niesha got wind of the situation and slapped the dog shit out of you for not saying something sooner. Then right afterwards, invited you to stay at her house. It was small and she had a younger sister, as well as her mom but they welcomed you with open arms. 

“We’re family, baby. You like a third daughter to me and I knew your granny for a long time. We gon’ make sure you are alright.”

A direct quote from Ms. Candice Daniels, Niesha’s mom and the matriarch of the close knit little unit of three..however, you couldn’t intrude for long and as much as you appreciated the hospitality, you had to figure out a plan for your life. Ironically enough, your saving grace came in the form of a family member who had just gotten out of jail and who also played a huge role in you choosing to do pole professionally and deciding to pursue a career in entertainment. Someone who’d be reentering your world pretty soon. 

“You know what? I had a feeling it had something to do with that and I’m so sorry, baby. I know you wanted it back.” Niesha, who was eating as well, reached across the counter and grasped your hands in hopes to comfort you. Even though she had already gone above and beyond, she still felt helpless and wished she could help. But she did have a bit of information that would possibly lift your spirits and possibly help you gain insight now that you were back home.. “But if it’ll make you feel better..your Uncle Bam came by real early this morning to drop off these biscuits..he said if they didn’t make you smile, he didn’t know what would.” Hence the pungent smell of butter and blueberries hitting your nose upon waking up. He was the only other person in this world with that recipe and skill to cook them. Although Niesha knew her way around the kitchen, it would take years to get that mastered. Seeing you beam in excitement at the name, she’d continue to share the rest of his message. “He also said for you to come see him today once you woke up and got moving. That he could sense that your energy was off and that he may have something to help you.” Releasing a sigh as well as a laugh, (y/n) nodded whilst taking a sip of juice. “Yep, that sounds like Unc. Lord, what does this man want now?” Playfully rolling your eyes and continuing to finish your food. As reluctant as you were, you knew he could help you through whatever. He had become somewhat of a…’spiritual advisor’ to those in the community in his later years. As gifted as he was with the ability to help others, your uncle was a bit of an eccentric. Even so, you loved him dearly and he was the only blood relative you had..or maintained contact with at least. If it weren’t for him and his partner, who knows what you’d be doing right now..

“I think you should go visit him. Get out of this house and talk to somebody. You’d rather pull teeth than go see a therapist so maybe he can figure out what you need.” And truthfully, she had a suggestion of her own that could help shift your mood and it’d involve a certain someone who had been responsible for your happiness in the past month or so. Even if you refused to admit it.. 

“Speaking of getting out of the house..Armin’s hosting a lil’ yacht party this weekend and he wants us to come. Said that he would love to have you there since you’re my boo and all. He wants to meet you since you missed out on the first function.” you'd listen to Niesha speak, trying to continuously sweeten the pot.. “..Really? He told you that?” “Yes he did and said that EJ would be there too.” which made your eyebrow furrow in response because if it was one thing you knew and two damn things for certain..

“I think y’all both full of it. That man doesn't come outside for nobody..especially no damn parties unless he’s getting paid.” Truthfully, they couldn’t deny that. He was very reclusive and didn’t really care to be mingling or out mixing among the crowd. That was, of course, outside of his one exception. “But he flew all the way to Texas just to see your ass so if you show up, he will too.  Even so, you couldn’t be sure if you were ready to see him quite yet. After all, it had been almost two weeks since you guys last saw each other or even spoke. A lot had transpired in your personal lives and neither of you felt it right to involve the other in your problems. Hence the radio silence from each of your end. You and EJ had a lot of fun together, you couldn’t lie. Being in a relationship wasn’t plausible at the moment though. But it seemed as if your meddling best friends were determined to play matchmaker and get their ship to sail..no pun intended! “Ion know, Niesh..I mean, I’m really not up for all that right now. We just got back off tour and I’m exhausted. Miss Ackerman’s got me booked for a couple gigs, and I have a meeting with Mr. Smith too so I just don’t know— “you mean my sis, Mika? Yeah, her and Jean are coming too. We actually hung out when you were gone and bitch, she is sum’ else.” “For real? What did y’all talk about?” and of course, you were the topic of discussion. About how hard working you were but that they wish you’d rest. How you first met her and how you were her favorite client. She said that you were so sweet and that she wished all of her talents were as good as her ‘precious (y/n)’. “That and the fact that she’d be praying for Niesha because Armin was as bad as it could get. “I told her not to worry ‘cause I’mma do his ass worst if he keeps playing with me.”  You were just shocked that your best friend and manager had become so close in your absence while you were in Cali. Which may have been due to the fact that not only was she your best friend but she was the only one of Armin’s women that she got along with. Niesha had a very high, infectious energy that made anyone love her. It got you wondering how EJ would react to her if the chance ever arose for the two of them to meet….  “So you all in the family now, huh? Guess I missed a lot.” Causing her to burst into her signature cackle and bop your nose.

“That’s right. So you two hermits have no excuse. You’re off the clock, you’re on vacation so enjoy it. Two people who are so busy trying to create a ‘dream life’ can’t even stop to live it. Besides, if I don’t return you to the group all happy and refreshed, them hoes gon’ jump me. They made me promise I’d look out for you so I want you to have a good time. Can you do me that one favor..please? It’s not easy seeing my sis all sad. I love you, (y/n). And I just want you to be good.” Just then, your heart would flutter and your resolve would soften. You could tell that Niesha, your uncle, even Brianne, Kelly and Syrai, despite being states away, all cared for you deeply. So the best thing you could do for them was try and make the best of this beautiful life you were given. As much as you had hoped to return to your childhood home, if for nothing else..properly say goodbye and get that closure..it was your past and you could never move forward if you kept dwelling on it. Reaching over, you’d wrap Niesha in a giant hug and the two of you shared a sentimental moment. “Oh, Nie Nie. I love you too, pookie. I’m sorry for being so down all the time. I didn’t even realize how I was affecting everybody else. You know what? Starting today, I’m getting out of this house. I’m done crying.” which elated Niesha because tears did not suit your pretty face. Flashing you yet another smile, your best friend extended her arm so that you guys could initiate your little secret handshake before pulling you into yet another embrace. The bond you two shared was incomparable. But for now, it was time that you guys parted ways. “Good! I’mma go take a shower and then I’m up outta here. Text me when you get back home, we can go out to eat or sum’.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved, knowing that your tribe was as strong as ever now. You were in good hands for sure. 

“Alright. What you getting into today?” and the better question may have been what was about to get into her. Looking back at you with her tongue extended, Niesha was more than enthused to fill you in. “Oh me? I’m going to go see my boyfriend. He was in the playoffs game this weekend and he came back to Miami today.” Now, it was no secret that Niesha was by far the most promiscuous of your friends group and she kept her options wide open but dating a producer one day and seeing a basketball player the next was insane. She obviously had her hands full so you’d give her a bit of relief by getting up and taking care of yourself. “Girl, ion know what I’mma do with you.” “Pray for me. That’s what you can do.” Causing the two of you to burst into laughter. But you had to say, regardless, it felt good to have someone around that made you feel much lighter. For now, you’d follow up on your earlier promise of going to go see your uncle. And hopefully gain a little clarity on your situation. 

“I feel you, Granny. I know you’re with me but I don’t think you need to worry anymore. Still..what is that you wanna tell me? What do you need me to know?”

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Unbeknownst to you though, you weren’t the only one hoping to gain some insight and get some help in your life right now. Although, you were probably a bit more perceptive to getting said assistance than the man you were seeing a short while ago. After sleeping in far longer than normal for what was probably the third day in a row, Eren found himself awoken to beaming sunshine and an empty bed, only surrounded by crinkled sheets and an empty Crown bottle near his pillow. Another long night of working on projects and downing liquor to drown out any intrusive thoughts that may have plagued his mind. From impending court dates to online chatter, he wanted to shut all of it out.  12:15PM displayed across the top of his iPhone screen as he rolled over and wiped his eyes. He figured there was no sense in lying here any longer and pretending to be asleep. Instead, he’d position to the side of the bed, step into his house slippers and stretch before heading towards the bathroom to perform his normal morning routine. Brushing his teeth, washing his face and getting ready for the day ahead. Or what was left of it rather…after a warm shower and getting his long locks styled into a half up, half down style and finally shaving that mustache and stubble that had begun to form, Eren felt like a new man. Now he was ready to take on any and everything…or so the hard working artist thought! Truthfully, it was that motivation and desire to curate something incredible that had driven him to a third night of drinking and producing. Sure, he was having fun with the whole process and having his friends over had put him in much lighter spirits but when it was all said and done, he was no more satisfied with what he was hearing than when he started. It was frustrating! However, his saving grace may have been coming a lot sooner than he thought..finishing up his morning routine and gathering his bearings, Eren took a look in the mirror along with a deep sigh before heading out. 

He’d make his way downstairs, shuffling in those slippers and sweats down the stairs to be greeted by one of his housekeepers, and truthfully, a woman who was like family to him. “Oh, good morning, Mr. Jaeger. Glad to see you’re feeling better.” An older lady with salt and pepper hair and the sweetest southern accent he’d heard. She saw Eren like a son and took care of him accordingly but she also stayed on his case just the same. An angel on earth if he’d ever seen one and the best damn cook in the world. His very first time trying the delicacies known as soul food was by her hands and he damn near cried it was so good. As always, the two would exchange a hug.. “Good morning, miss Gloria. Sorry, I was a little busy last night so I didn’t get to say bye..” chatting as the pair made their way to the kitchen, where she’d offer to make him breakfast but he’d have to skip out on that delicious meal today because he was determined to make his new hit or die trying! 

“You sure, baby? I can make somethin’ real quick. Can’t be working on an empty stomach.”

“I appreciate it, Miss Gloria. But I’ll be fine. This’ll do for now. I’m going to be in the music room for a little bit before I head out to the studio.” declaring as he retrieved a green smoothie and granola bar from the fridge. He knew that one of the key components to getting that perfect song but being a workhorse in general was nourishing his body. Or so it was what he was told! His mentor would kick his ass if she knew he was downing Dusse like water and smoking like a chimney. She told him that his voice wouldn’t be worth two farts in the wind if he kept that up. Unfortunately for EJ, he wouldn’t have to wait to be subjected to those lashings again..as Miss Gloria had a tidbit of information that she neglected to share with him. “Oh yeah! Eren honey, there was sum’ I forgot to tell you.” Before she could disclose said information, he was walking off, staring down at his phone; responding to a text about some upcoming projects he had been requested to work on. It was as he was rounding the corner to the open foyer where his grand piano was stationed did he hear..and see a sight that he was not prepared for. It was the notes for one of his earliest tracks, a song that wasn’t about violence or drugs but not the most tame either and yet, it was the most beautiful rendition he had ever heard. Only one person could take such a song and transform it this way.. 

“It’s about time you woke up. I would’ve had you doing vocal runs for an hour back in the day for showing up this late.”

That person was none other than five time Grammy-winning singer, songwright and the woman who taught the EJ that the world loved now, everything he knew when it came to composing; Vivian James-Ackerman. Some of his biggest hits were arrangements composed with her assistance. Oftentimes dubbed the Queen of Neo Soul, rivaling the likes of Erykah Badu, Ari Lennox and Lauryn Hill, Vivian James made some of the most sultry and vulgar lyrics sound like silk and her alluring presence had captivated the hearts of many, including her long time sweetheart and former musical rival, the AMG president himself, Levi Ackerman. Whilst taking some time away before the release of what could very well be her last album, the songstress decided to take a role at her husband’s company and her label as his creative director. So who better to help him derive inspiration and regain focus than the woman who helped kickstart it all. Seeing as how she was his biggest advocate and the one who landed him his audition with AMG years ago. Vivian never lost faith in her protege and she wasn’t about to start now. Even if his spark had dwindled a bit, his fire was far from being put out. As far as she was concerned, he had work to do! 

“Aunt Vi!” akin to that of a little child seeing a long distant relative, he’d come over and embrace her. In her eyes, he was still that sixteen year old boy who came to Miami without so much as a single dollar to his name, determined to make it. That’s who he was doing this for..

“Eren, sweetheart. I’m so happy to see you. I feel like it’s been ages. How’ve you been?” That was a question he barely wanted to answer. He was certain that everyone in the world had gotten wind of his recent arrest and his fight with Mikasa was probably all the talk behind closed doors at AMG right now. So she probably already knew the real answer. Even so, his response was: “I’m doing okay. Just been a little tired.” Taking a seat next to Vivan and a sip of his drink before she turned to the side to face him. She knew better than that and before she left here, she was going to make certain that he did better than just a measly ‘okay’. Furrowing her eyebrow, Vivian, leaned back and swallowed a lump in her throat before proposing her next question. “A little tired, huh? Well a little birdy told me that you’ve had quite the week. Care to elaborate?” Which was secretly code for ‘I already know the full story and truth so you might as well tell me anyways’. And so, he’d begin to explain how when he came back from Houston, he found his driveway swarmed with reporters, one of whom decided to dent his brand new car, which made him flip out. It was that little outburst that landed him with a nice little mugshot that was circulating the internet; spreading like wildfire on Tik Tok and Twitter..causing his fangirls and simps alike to fawn over the dark hair, smile and narrowed eyes. He had gone viral for his looks just as much as his music, which wasn’t shocking..but as if getting arrested wasn’t enough. He then found out the reason for said arrest and swarm of crazed paps at his door was one of his very own best friends. 

“I see.”

the only words she uttered before suddenly winding her hand back and smacking Eren upside his head shortly thereafter. To say he was taken aback by her sudden hit, that was an understatement! 

“Ow! What the hell, Aunt Vi?! Why’d you do that?”

and the answer was quite simple. Because somebody, anybody needed to knock some sense in that big ass, empty skull of his. And there was no one more fit to do so than her. Seeing as how his mom was all the way in Jersey and couldn’t lay hands to him, she’d make certain to keep him well disciplined in her absence, even if he was a grown man! 

“Because, Eren!..you’re always acting without thinking. I mean, honestly. Canceling on an important meeting like that last minute? What is wrong with you? We all thought you had gotten sick again and here you are gallivanting and acting like a damn teenager.” Taken aback by his mentor’s response, EJ merely scoffed at the idea that he had any wrongdoing in the situation. “I don’t understand why you’re mad at me. She’s the one that caused all of this in the first place. Why not just come talk to me like an adult. We’re best friends..” amidst his rambling, Eren would come to a realization that it took repeating aloud to truly understand. Among the complete irony in his statement as well. Here he was griping about concise communication yet it was his lack thereof that caused Mika to make the drastic decision to allow that article to be published. Sulking into his seat, he’d continue on talking..”..have been for as long as I can remember. We used to tell each other everything and when it came to my music, she always supported me. She’d listen in on all my recording sessions, give me feedback. Even though being an artist wasn’t her thing, she loved music. Her voice is still insane after all this time. She knew music..now it just feels like she’s only concerned about meeting a deadline or getting her next big break. Didn’t realize how much this industry changes people..even the ones you love..” It was then that Vivian would offer her input, caressing his back as he sat there, staring blankly ahead with a hand tucked underneath his chin. 

“That’s because you guys aren’t kids anymore. Honey, there comes a time in all of our lives when we have to do things we don’t want to. I’m sure she’d kill to sit up in the studio with you and everyone else, partying and making songs. But I’m sure she’d love it even more if she didn’t have to chase you to the ends of the earth just to do her job. She’s got a ton of pressure on her shoulders as not just the head of PR..but as a daughter, a niece, a soon to be wife. Eren, sweetheart, her priorities are different now and if you’re truly her friend, you’ll respect that. Was she wrong with how she went about it? Absolutely and she has to reflect on that if she wants to keep her position but I don’t think she’s the only one that needs to do some soul searching.” Honestly, there was no way that he could attest that. `It was true..they were all grown up now so there was no room for childish feelings and antics. Her actions were only a result of the selfishness he had displayed. Scratching his ear, Eren  would just release a loud sigh and shrug his shoulders once more. “Yeah, yeah..I get it.” Confessing as he stood from his seat and stared out towards the window. Her words were always so deep and meaningful..much like the lyrics to her songs. The messages in her music were meant to resonate with the soul, even if you couldn't comprehend them. She applied the same to how she spoke to others. Her spiritual persona was more than a ruse to sell albums..this was how she was.

“So what do I do? I mean, it’s not like my inspiration is just gonna come out of thin air. I can’t make an album overnight.” 

maybe so but he knew as well as she did that no one was asking for such an impossible feat. The only thing they wanted was for him to try...just then, the notes of a very familiar melody began to sound out from the piano, along with Vivian’s unmistakable and mellifluous melody. A sound that was untouchable by her peers and beyond. And a very familiar song..one that the two would sing all the time during his younger days. When they were finishing up a show for the seasoned veteran, she'd ask to hear him play. Many times, it was to gauge his vocal capabilities but others? She just truly loved bonding with him over music and the fact that he had the willingness to learn. At first, he was hesitant and didn’t feel like doing so but this song always brought him a sense of comfort and peace..it made him happy. “C’mon, sing with me.” Without uttering a word outside of the lyrics, the two would begin to belt out the tune as Eren slowly shuffled back towards the bench. Eventually, he’d sit back down and tilt his head over onto her shoulder as they finished out the verse. There was something so serene about just belting your heart out with someone you loved dearly..

“There’s my EJ.” Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, Vivian leaned over and placed a gentle peck to Eren’s temple and it brought him immense warmth. Having that motherly and familial love always kept him grounded. “No matter how long you take or what path you go down, I’ll always be proud of you. Everyone will. This is a marathon, not a race. You go at your own speed, and when you’re ready..you go make this album your bitch.” which brought forth a hearty laugh from EJ, who was in much higher spirits and much more motivated. “Thank you, Aunt Vi.” But there were still two obvious elephants in the room. One being..

“Now..about this young lady you’ve been seeing…” and it was in that moment that Eren would simply roll his eyes and continue nursing his shake. It was the last thing he wanted to address, especially when he hadn’t spoken to said young lady in some days. And the fact that Vivian was in on the whole ordeal had just made it worse. Of course, he should’ve known that his mentor would be the very person that Mikasa would go and cry to. 

“I don’t know what or who you’re talking about. I’m single.” What he should’ve known is that playing coy wasn’t going to work on someone who knew him as well as his own mom did. Eyeing his entire frame, Vivian placed a hand underneath her chin and offered up a smug grin in the process. “Oh for real?…so I guess the name (y/n) means nothing, huh?” The sheer mention of your name invokes an almost automatic smile on his features. Immediately, his eyes lit up and a faint smirk appeared..hell, even the memories of you guys’ shared time together began to plague his mind..that was until he snapped out of his trance! “Yes, exactly. I mean..it’s not like I don’t care about her or anything. She’s literally perfect, probably the only girl who’s had my attention but you know me..I don’t chase anyone. Besides, I haven’t even heard from her in a while. She’s probably long moved on by now. And I can’t blame her..shit, who wants to be attached to somebody who can’t stay out of trouble?” But just as Armin had told him, your absence had nothing to do with that. Trust, you had thought about him just as heavily but there was no way you were in the mental state to see him, less known behave like the girl he had seen in Texas. 

“Y’know..sometimes, I think you’re your own biggest enemy, Eren. I mean, cut yourself some slack, kid. It was one screw up and an invoked one at that. Listen, stop using this as a crutch to not confront your feelings. You rather sulk than to face shit and get it done. If you truly want this music thing to work, to shut your critics up or even get the girl you want, you gotta stop looking for an excuse in everything. “Someone who stays in trouble” please..she knew you had that mile long rap sheet when she met you at the club opening and still liked your ass. You wanna see her again, don’t you?” The very obvious question needed no answer but she wanted to hear him say it. She was absolutely correct..Eren would rather run and not be vexed under the guise of not giving a fuck because it didn’t require any effort but this time, that wasn’t going to fly. Either he confronted this or it would all slip from his grasp, including you. That decade-long music career he sacrificed it all for, his fame, his happiness..he was the only thing standing in the way of that! 

“..yes, I wanna see her.” “And you want to continue making music as well, right?” Receiving a nod shortly after..Vivian would close down the piano cover and slowly stand from her seat. Her work here was done and completed as far as she was concerned. But there was one more thing that needed to be said..

“Then go get it. Don’t stop until you have everything you want. You owe that much to yourself. God, it’s just like talking to that damn boss of yours. Levi used to do the same thing. Always looking for an excuse not to care about something. Pouring all his energy into work and a little bit into everything else, enough to get by. He’d tell me all the time that it didn’t matter if we ever got married because ‘we loved each other.’ And that was sufficient . Ten years with that man almost went down the drain until he came groveling because I told him I was done compromising. Being nonchalant gets you nowhere. You have to find something you cherish and pour your heart into it, otherwise, it’s all pointless..don’t sit around and lose it trying to be prideful..” 

As correct as she was, Eren was beginning to have his fill of lectures from those around him. All he wanted to do now was focus on his music and move past all of this drama. Rubbing at the back of his neck, he’d exhale a deep sigh and get up from his seat to show Vivian to the door. Although it was needed, he was tired of being fussed at! “I hear you..” sighing whilst walking her towards the door. Shuffling her expensive bag onto her shoulder, Vivian turned on the heel of her Giuseppe stilettos once more before embracing her sweet Eren and bidding him adieu. As always, she let him know that she loved him and he’d do the same. At the moment, he had felt much more calm and serene than he had in some days. He was excited for what was to come now; returning to that age old cliche…knowing that he could truly accomplish anything he set his mind to! But it would seem that his peace and quiet wouldn’t last for much longer. Once he saw Vivian out, he then did exactly as he intended and returned to his downstairs music room, in hopes of getting at least one of his tracks completed. However, that hope was short lived when only fifteen minutes after getting to work; barely even getting his mixing software booted up, he was so rudely interrupted!

“M-Mr. Jaeger, you have a guest!” the somewhat shaken voice of one of his housekeepers didn’t even register to Eren once he heard it or what she was saying. But he’d respond with a sigh and a bit of a frustrated huff, as he had no interest in entertaining anyone else for the day. He had business to conduct..regardless, his uninvited companion had other plans. “Too bad! Open this goddamn door..” and the second he heard the voice through the muffled sounds of the wooden barrier, he couldn’t help but to laugh because the only thought on his mind was kicking the ass of the person it was coming from! Because if anybody was going to catch it for interrupting him, it would be his sworn enemy. Granting his housekeeper permission to do so, she’d let him in and it was none other than the infamous Atelier Kiss lead singer, Jean Kirschtein. Without so much as even looking up from the screen, Eren donned that signature smug smirk whilst clicking away at the various settings. “You wanna tell me why your ugly ass is standing foot in my house and better yet, why I shouldn’t beat the shit out of you for showing up unannounced?” But Jean wasn’t phased by his threats or subtle attempts to get underneath his skin today..he had to avenge his woman’s honor and was here to do so regardless of what he said. “Not if I don’t kick yours first, you son of a bitch.” 

EJ, swiveling around in his chair to face the obviously irate male, who had been practically chomping at the bit to get his hands on him. About a week late in Eren’s most humble opinion, but to each his own. What pissed Jean off the most was that he was seemingly unaffected by the inevitable falling out between him and his manager. Meanwhile, her little boy toy was looking to rip the rapper to shreds. “Did you call my wife a coke head, you fucking asshole?!” To which, the obviously unbothered rapper would respond with a laugh. “I said she was..past tense Jeanathan. That’s your problem, you don’t listen and neither does she. You’re both a match made in hell, I swear.” As badly as he wanted to haul off and hit him, Jean could do nothing more than suck his teeth and huff. The sheer sight of him made the rockstar absolutely livid. Especially when he considered the fact that he had watched his fiancee storm around her office and their home, angry and upset about something she refused to share. He had not the slightest clue or inkling that it was this jackass who was the root cause. It wasn’t until he all but forced the information out of her did Jean get the answer he was looking for and despite Mikasa’s pleading for him not to press the issue, he hopped into the driver’s seat of his new R8 Spyder and sped over to confront him. What he didn’t count on was for him to be moving so casually without a single ounce of remorse or concern for what he said. Especially since they were supposed to be best friends. 

“Don’t try to play coy with me, you bastard. Mikasa told me everything and how you disrespected her. I don’t give a damn how long she’s been your friend, you don’t talk to my wife like you’ve lost your mind.” As composed as he seemed, Eren was truly ready to put this entire ordeal behind him and the fact that he was coming here, messing up his energy…had him ready to channel his less than savory side! Finally hopping up from his seat, he’d stand to face the other male and warn him to step off. 

“First of all, pump your brakes, boy scout. I didn’t ‘disrespect’ anyone..I know accountability isn’t exactly her thing but while she was bumping those gums of hers, did she happen to mention to you how she made the call to let those dumbasses over at TMZ publish that bullshit article full of rumors and had my driveway swarmed with cameramen? Or how she thought in that pretty little, empty head of hers that somehow, that would get me to put out some music? Did she tell you that or did she do exactly as she always does…fill your stupid ass head up with whatever you want to hear, bat her eyelashes and like the pussy whipped idiot you are, you came rushing over here ready to fight me, a week later..and get dog walked, I might add. All because she lacks critical thinking skills. Did I hit the nail on the head or what?” By that time, Jean had no comeback, argument or will to debate with him after that. With more context, it was clear that she didn’t have much of a leg to stand on. As badly as he hated Eren, even he had to admit that this whole situation could’ve been avoided. And that sadly, he was also not to blame!

Sucking and smacking his teeth, Jean would place his hands to his hips before looking to the floor in disbelief. “Tcht..whatever. I’m sure she had her reasons. You don’t exactly make her job easy y’know..” despite their differences, it seemed that the two had reached an impasse. There was no point in turning this argument physical because honestly, at this point..it was futile. Like he said, a week had already passed and even though tensions were still high between the old friends, adding fuel to a docile fire would spell trouble for everyone involved. If word got back that AMG’s two biggest artists had come to blows for the PR manager’s sake, President Ackerman would undoubtedly suspend or fire Mikasa and they’d be selling their music on Soundcloud for a hot dog and three dollars. None of which they wanted to happen. Returning to his seat, Eren released a heavy breath and kicked his feet up with his hands splayed across his chest. 

“Or so I’ve been told..listen, you know I care about Mika as much as you do. After all, she’s like family to me. We’ve been through a lot of shit together and I’ll be the first to admit, I give her a hard time, hell, sometimes on purpose. She may have pissed me off and I’m still mad with her but I don’t hate her..never could..I know an apology won’t mean a damn thing to her right now, but if it means anything..just tell her I’m trying, alright? You and I have never seen eye to eye and trust me, I pray for your downfall every night..” earning him a scoff and middle finger in response. Eren continued on as he glared up at the screen once more. Thinking of how the two used to sing and laugh together..a much simpler time before all the fame. 

“But one thing we can agree on is that she’s the best at what she does and deserves nothing but my all. I owe her that much.” and with the heartfelt declaration, it would seem that Jean had a newfound respect for his arch nemesis. He didn’t want to admit this to him but he figured since he took the high road, he couldn’t let him be the only one showing a shred of maturity. Exhaling a deep sigh, he’d pinch the bridge of his nose and stare towards the wall, avoiding eye contact as he proceeded to give a small amount of praise to the last person he wanted to do so for...in his own way, of course!  “...for fuck’s sake…you know she only goes to this extreme lengths because she believes in you, right?” which made the rapper double take, not fully grasping the point he was trying to make. “She’d never do all of this for anyone else. Hell, I don’t even know what she sees in you. Sure, she works hard for all of her clients..but you? Even though you ditched her, she stood in front of a room full of stiff ass execs and told them all that not one person on that label was a better artist than you and she was willing to bet her whole career on it.”

“Every client underneath my belt is an exact reflection of my managerial skills. If his next album doesn’t go number one, I’ll gladly relinquish my title of Public and Talent Relations Manager. But I think you and I both know, Mr. President, he isn’t going to go down so easily. You can sign whoever you want, try to replicate and copy his style a million times over but there’s only one EJ the Don.”

Those were her exact words and Eren truly couldn’t believe that she had placed such a huge wager on his success. Was she really willing to risk her entire career just for him? It was insane! But an indicator if nothing else that she was rooting for him. And it would seem that she wasn’t the only one in his corner.. 

“Do you get it now? So don’t make my baby look stupid, you inconsiderate asshole. She thinks the world of you..and even though it makes me sick to admit..she’s not wrong. You’re not half bad. So stop pissing around and show everybody you’re not washed up. Besides, it’s getting kinda boring on the charts without you to trample over..” offering up a snide smirk and from there, Eren knew what had to be done. Snickering, he’d mirror Jean’s sentiment. It would seem that the tension in the room had eased up quite a bit and they had come to an agreement. “Yeah, I’m sure it must be hard not living in my shadow all the time. It’s what you’re used to.” “Please, you’d still be sweeping the floors after my shows if Miss Vivian didn’t feel bad for your sorry ass.” granted, they could never just get along. But both men knew that he had something to prove and now that the air had been cleared about this entire situation, he was going to leave him to his devices and let him achieve that award winning sound only he could cultivate. But not before he gave a rather stern warning..heading to the door, Jean would turn and glare at Eren. 

“I’m glad we had this talk but let’s get one thing clear..you ever make my girl that upset again, I don't care what the circumstances are, I’m beating the shit out of you without a single question asked.” but as always, Eren dismissed him with another one of his sarcastic comebacks. “I’m pissing my pants just thinking about it.’ pretending to quiver before slamming the door in his frenemy’s face. “Have a good day, Jeannie Boy. Don’t come back to my house if you like not resembling Swiss cheese.” shouting through the door before taking his seat yet again. It had been a rather eventful, exhausting day already and it had only begun. For now, he was tuning out all distractions and focusing on what was important: his craft. His one passion and love in this crazy thing he called life. This is what meant the most to him and he didn’t have time to think about bullshit publications, angry fiances or even his manager’s asinine ultimatum. This was all about him and his next project. And this time, it was personal..in what was a move that was seemingly out of character, he’d retrieve the sleek silver iPhone sitting next to his keyboard and unlock it, going straight for the camera; where he’d film a very short ten second snippet of his instrumental he had been working to curate before scrolling over to the instagram app and uploading it to his story with it simply captioned: “working..” and immediately, thousands flocked to view it. This was a new era he was stepping in and he was excited for what it held.

Little did he know..more than success on the music homefront awaited him and in a strange turn of events, he’d be getting somewhat of a second chance on a missed opportunity. One that would be coming around a lot sooner than he expected..and in a way he’d never forget. 

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Friday, July eighteenth..a very warm and humid evening ; quite befitting for tonight’s events that would be transpiring. For what was being anticipated as the party of the summer, it was most certainly living up to its hype. It was only nine o'clock and people were beginning to file in by the droves to secure their spot on the Artlert family vessel known as the Cerulean, affectionately named after the crystalline waters it had sailed on in the past. The four hundred foot superyacht housed over twenty five rooms, a dining hall, three floors and a party area..ideal for housing the nearly one hundred invited guests on his list. A group of elite entertainers gathering to enjoy some fun and relaxation. Rappers, singers, dancers, influencers and models were set to join the infamous ArminHammer for this little shindig and with the chance to cozy up to the ever so handsome playboy producer and his equally attractive friends, none of them would turn this down. And of course, any other eligible bachelors coming aboard were hoping for their chance to shoot shots and score with some of the internet’s sexiest honies. Girls with top tier bodies and faces who were equally as fine in real life, strutting around in scantily clad bikinis..it was a dream. It was all about having a good time and letting loose. With AMG’s impending PalmFest around the corner, many of the participating talents were looking for a moment of cool down. With rehearsals and their own tours, albums and press releases also taking place aside from that, this weekend was one they were all looking forward to. Not for a lack of being able to afford their own cargo to cruise around on but because they knew if Armin could do nothing else, he could produce a hit and he could throw one hell of a party! Music was blaring from all ends of the deck..with everything from Young Nudy to Megan Thee Stallion, he made sure to curate all the songs that would get some ass moving on this boat. Among some of the first to arrive were his very own crew from the Dead Boys Society collective, Onyakopon and Connie Springer. Known to the world as Ony The God and Prince Cee. As talented as they were undeniably fine, the duo were known for their amped up, high energy trap tracks that would oftentimes feature Connie with his more higher pitched slightly auto tuned vocals and Ony with his deeper tone and more refined flow. They had released a plethora of songs together and even put out a joint EP that went crazy among TikTok users with their most viral song ‘Nike Tech’ being featured in edits everywhere. 

“Dude, glad y'all made it.”

“With all these fine ass hoes, you thought we was gon’ miss this? Please.” 

Both donning two piece Versace swim sets, torsos full of tattoos and expensive jewelry, including the VVS grills in their mouths..the two men wasted no time getting acquainted; greeting armin with a dapped up handshake whilst housing white styrofoam cups filled to the brim in their opposite ones. To say they were pregaming was an understatement. To satisfy his own curiosity, Armin asked if they had seen or heard from EJ, who no one anticipated showing up in the first place. But alas, the answer was the same as it always was when he got invited places. 

“Nah man, I tried texting him but he left that shit on read. You know his ass won’t show up.” Ony stated as he began to spark up a pre rolled blunt. Which was a little disheartening to Armin. He knew that the two had very different approaches to this lifestyle and that he definitely was on the more lackadaisical side but even if just for a night, he wanted his best friend to come out and enjoy himself. The three would settle into their seats on the outside cabin; an all white leather sectional that would soon be occupied by some of the beautiful ladies he had summoned. A few were down in the bathrooms getting changed or making touch ups. Everyone was set to be here at eleven before it left the marina, set sail throughout the night and then docked back here at three am to continue partying. It was going to be a fun night indeed..

“I wouldn’t get my hopes up either..he ain’t come out the fucking studio all week. Every time I call him, he’s at his computer. That motherfucker don’t rest for nothing or nobody when he gets started.” which was the truest sentiment they had ever heard. However, they couldn’t sit and dwell on what they knew to be the inevitable. Eren just wasn’t the partying type. Sure, he was by far the most lit when it came to being on stage but he wasn’t popping out on his own time. Just then, the trio would be greeted by more familiar faces and an unexpected surprise. It was Mikasa and Jean, who were all dressed for the occasion..or lack thereof! Sporting a similar outfit to the rest of the guys, the singer escorted his bride to be onto the ship first and when she stepped before the three gentlemen who had been sitting there, it completely took them off guard! 

“H-hey! Mika, Jean..what’s up?” “Hey, Miss Mika..” Although their hands and mouths were greeting them as a couple, all of their eyes were most certainly fixated on Mikasa! Sporting an all black microkini that accentuated her very tone, inked and curvaceous figure, it was no wonder why Jean was stuck like glue on her..that body was something crazy! Having only seen her in very formal business attire and Balmain dresses, this was a complete shift. Even during the days as a wild child performer, she had never shown this much skin. But that was then and this was now. No one would’ve ever guessed she was hiding all of that underneath there.

“Jesus Christ, boys. You’re not in middle school, act like you’ve seen a pair of tits before and pick your jaws up off the ground.” causing them all to snap from their trance. Lightly smacking her gum, she’d hold a hand up to Jean, who was eager to lash out about their perverse glares.  “Down boy..it’s fine. Besides, mama’s off the clock and ready to submerge my liver in enough vodka to sterilize a bullet wound.”  Armin, who had gotten up to greet his other bestie, was met with a playful kiss to the cheek as the two collapsed hands.

“Well you look amazing, Mika. Respectfully, of course.”

“You’re too charming.” 

But before he could show them around and even offer refreshments, there was one more surprise on the docket. “By the way, we brought someone along. I hope you guys don’t mind..” of course, any friend of theirs was a friend to their entire group. Waving a hand towards the stairs, Mikasa would usher the guest up and if they weren’t already blown away by their PR manager.. 

“This is my gorgeous assistant and newest member of the AMG family, Ms. Sasha Braus.”

Then she’d surely do the trick! A beautiful brunette with a slender yet toned figure and a sweet, innocuous face that would have anyone gushing over her. But it wasn’t just her looks that would win everyone over but that soon to be revealed, rambunctious personality. Although she was strictly business during the day, Mikasa had become well acquainted with the aspiring young entertainer from Kentucky and needless to say, the girl was a star in the making. Her charm, demeanor..she was hilarious! Not to mention, she had never seen anyone with an appetite like hers..an appreciation dinner for her hard work had racked up a three hundred dollar bill. Even so, she had been working alongside the youngest Ackerman to not only earn money to afford her expensive move from the countryside to Miami but experience as well. She wanted to break into acting and singing so under Mikasa’s tutelage, she was sure to make it. And with none of the professional restraints to hold them back, everyone else was sure to get a glimpse of what she dealt with on a daily basis!

“Miss Mika! You didn’t tell me you were friends with the Dead Boys Society..holy shit! Dude, I’m like you guys’ biggest fan.” which brought forth a warmhearted laugh from them all. They could see that she was clearly a ball of energy. “Well thank you, miss Sasha. And it’s nice to meet you. We’ve heard a lot.” “Look, if it was about that time in Vegas, I so didn’t cheat and clear out the craps table…I’m just one hell of a dice player slash flirt. I did however clear that buffet and let me tell you, best damn seafood I’ve ever had in my life.” Causing them all to erupt in chuckles. Needless to say the new addition was going to fit right in.. 

“Aye, Mikasa. Your girl is pretty funny. Aye, mama. You smoke at all?” Connie, who was sitting spread legged, waved her over as he toiled with his blunt and Sasha didn’t hesitate to accept. “If Prince fucking Cee is asking, absolutely.” and from there, it was like a friendship made by fate itself. She was wild, hilarious and unbelievably down to earth. The type of girl Connie loved to kick it with! Personally, he was over the baddie model types who were tens by all accounts but had zero personality. Inviting her over, the two began to spark up a conversation; Ony joining in shortly after and that left Jean, Mika and Armin to converse. Of course, the question lingering on Armin’s mind was the obvious elephant in the room. 

“I highly doubt he’ll show but..if EJ happens to come, are you gonna be cool with it, Mika? I know you two aren’t exactly best friends right now.” Her body language immediately told her answer as she tensed and leaned back against fiance, who was quick to coil his arms around her shoulders to calm those nerves. But she still chose to lie and wear a facade that it was all good.. “Yeah..I’ll be fine. Besides, like you said, I highly doubt he’ll come anyway. He hates everything that doesn’t involve work. Trust me, I won’t ruin your party.” “Yeah, and if he tries anything, I’ll just push him overboard.” Jean chimed in and invoked a laugh from them both. 

“Well let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. For now, let’s just have a good time..” and that was something that they could all agree on! Cheering, the trio worked their back over towards the deck and proceeded with the festivities. Pouring up drinks and sparking up blunts, the festivities were about to commence!..

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About an hour and a half later, the once quiet yacht was now full of guests and booming with clamor. An uproar of loud laughter, singing along to various tracks and overall chatter filled the watercraft as more people began to file in..among the second wave of attendees to board was none other than the host’s alleged lady and her best friend..(y/n). Just like EJ, no one had betted on you showing face for the occasion but once you stepped foot onto the deck, you were surprisingly met with a barrage of drunken cheers and laughter.

“Niesha! (Y/N)!” 

“Hi, girls! So glad you made it..”

The first to greet you both was Mikasa, who was already a good five or six drinks into the festivities..downing a combination of vodka and tequila shots. Running her tongue along the rim, the short haired heroine made her way over and draped her arms around the two of you. It was most certainly a different light from what either of you were used to seeing her in. The normally strict and stoic manager was now as loose as a cannon. Licking alcohol off of her fiance’s exposed abs and dancing to provocative music. It’s what happened when the bigwigs finally let their hair down and have some fun. “You two look amaaazing.” donning in a drunken stupor. She couldn’t stop ogling either of you, which was to be expected. Niesha, sporting a lime green two piece with gold belly chains wrapping her toned torso. Her hair styled into perfect finger waves and her dark skin aglow with glitter. You on the other hand? An all white ensemble with matching fishnet cover ups. Thirty six inches of jet black Brazilian wavy flowing down your back and gold jewelry accenting your limbs. It was obvious that both of you were determined to have all eyes and attention on you. Which wouldn’t take long to attract..

“We could say the same for you, miss ma’am. Looking fine as ever.” Causing the executive to blush and give each of you tiny pecks to the cheek. “Well I’m not too bad. Listen, you girls better enjoy yourselves tonight. Especially you, (Y/N). You’ve been working so hard and the worst is yet to come so you better take advantage of this time off.” and you couldn’t agree more. Modeling gigs, club appearances and a special project that Mr. Smith himself had asked you to be a part of..it was a lot! But nonetheless, you were ready for what the future held. Tonight however, you were excited to celebrate and have fun. Whilst the three of you spoke, another person joined the fray. Someone who was only familiar by name alone but you had heard quite the stories about..

“Now, now, Mikasa..I know how you get when you’re drunk but please, don’t steal my girl. This beautiful lady here is spoken for..” just then, a blonde with tattoos littering his frame and a cup in hand scoured his way to Niesha’s side before tugging her towards him. He’d eventually wrap an arm around her waist, planting a searing kiss to her lips, along with a plethora to her neck. You quite honestly had never seen your best friend so happy! Despite her claiming that nothing serious was taking place between them. “Baeee, you gon’ mess up my makeup.” “I’m going to be doing plenty of that later on anyways, why you playing?...” muttering into her ear in what was supposed to be an attempt at being discreet. However, you heard it all and glared away awkwardly until they caught wind and straightened up. A far cry from her earlier trash talk about playing and dogging him. “My bad. Where’s my manners? I’m Armin. It’s..a pleasure, miss (Y/N). Please, make yourself at home. Drink and eat as much as you’d like..anybody my baby considers a sister is like family to me.” Such a sweet gesture for someone who had barely met you but you were certain that both Niesha and Eren had given him an earful about you. “Well thank you. Niesha’s told me a lot and it’s nice to finally meet you.” Accepting the sweet gesture, you’d shake hands but he was adamant on hugging you and coiled those toned arms around your frame. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all!

“Well, (Y/N)..girl, I hate to leave you but I..have some important business to take care of.” “Already? We just got here..” Not even a full fifteen minutes on the yacht and she was leaving you to go get some dick..unbelievable! But that was to be expected. She was fucking with the son of a billionaire after all and even though Niesha could pull anyone, men and women alike, she was stuck on him for various reasons. So you’d assure her that you were fine as she was being carted away by a gentle hand tugging her along. You figured she’d be preoccupied for the whole night..

“No sense in being a wallflower, I guess..”

Thinking to yourself as you glared around the deck at the various partygoers..everyone who was somebody in this city was aboard and although you didn’t make it your mission to get awestruck, it was kind of humbling to be rubbing elbows with some huge names. With a faint smile creeping across your lips, you’d take Mikasa’s sound advice and let loose for a little bit. You’d see a few familiar faces and even dance a little to the music with Connie and Ony, who had also come to say hello. However, it didn’t take long for your social battery to begin to tick. Having not even been there for an hour and you were feeling a bit out of sorts. Even with the clubbing, party goer lifestyle that influencers were expected to portray, you were the opposite and only truly popped out if a fee were involved. Even if socializing wasn’t your forte, you’d enjoy the night sky, open sea and a good drink. The atmosphere and vibes alone were worth it. Strutting across the deck, you’d pass a couple of attendees chatting about their trip to Venice on a private jet and their new designer bag they just copped. The other group chatted about getting to work with an artist from AMG. They had been dying to do so..before landing in a stool..where you were kindly greeted by a kind bartender. 

“What can I get for you, miss?”

“Strawberry daiquiri, please. Thank you.” Reaching into your little crossbody to retrieve a ten dollar bill for a tip. Even though you were certain he was being paid amicably for this gig. Nonetheless, you’d peer out over the railing, into the water below..just reminiscing. Six years ago, you were barely scraping up change for food and gas money. You and Niesha both. Working some dead end job and living on the left side of your uncle’s duplex..wishing, hoping and praying for a better life. Fast forward and you were being treated to complimentary drinks on the yacht of her boyfriend, who was worth more than anyone on it. Chopping it up with world famous rappers and meeting people you had only ever seen through a TV or phone screen. It was amazing to think about..especially when you considered the fact that a few videos of you twirling a pole in your living room had gotten you here..life was crazy sometimes! But it wasn’t the only thing occupying space in your mind. There was someone who had been weighing heavy there for a minute. Despite trying to pretend otherwise and that you had moved on, you were still thinking about EJ. You knew for a fact that Armin had invited him as well but unlike you, he’d never be able to just drag his best friend along to something like this. Even still, a small part of you had hoped to see him again. It had been weeks since you guys met up in Houston. A night like that wasn’t easy to write off..that was by far the best time you’d had in years. It replayed heavily in your mind; lingering for days afterwards. You were stuck!..which made it all the more depressing to think that perhaps, the little rendezvous meant nothing to him. He probably did this sort of thing all the time..fucking fans after shows, hooking up with models and singers. He was EJ the Don after all..any girl with working eyes and ears would drop their panties for him. Still, he was the first and only person in this business that not only captivated you. Not to mention how sweet he was to you, the very first night you guys met. Maybe it was all moving too fast and this was nothing more than some illustrious fairytale. You couldn’t possibly expect a renowned rapper of all people to be enthralled with you just because you gave him some ass. It was how the game went..just had to hold your head up, take your L in silence and move on. Besides, it wasn’t as if you were expecting a relationship anyways…one drink turned into three and your mind was running circles. 

However, all of your over analyzing and worrying would come to a halt when you heard faint gasps behind you along with footsteps and a deep, rather familiar voice speak out: 

“Sorry, is this seat taken?”...

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(armin’s ‘super shy’ after meeting you at a bookstore)

a/n: why can’t this happen to meee? anyways here!

c/w: black reader (like always!), cussing, armin seems like a weirdo but it's cute idc, literally soooo much cuteness, i recommend listening to the song it goes well with it!

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opening the bookstore door, you immediately walked towards the young adult section scouting for 2 new books you've wanted for a while, ‘the weight of blood’ and ‘my week with him.’ soft piano covers of pop music played on the store’s radio and when you bent down, you found both books in the same shelf which was very odd, but either way it was a very cool coicendence.

a semi-tall, blonde haired boy whistled around the store, trying to find the young adult section, and when he did, he did a ‘yes’ motion he hoped to find a book that would satisfy his best friend's taste, since her birthday was coming up, and abruptly stopped, noticing a beautiful girl bent down, examining the book she was holding. 

he couldn’t help but to stare at you. 

he admired your light blue flared leggings, which was his favorite color, that covered your snow covered uggs. matching sweatshirt with the same color, and your black, puffed northface jacket really sealed the look together. it was simple, yet armin was still infatuated with you, especially when you finally got up and and turned his way, letting him see your gorgeous face, “shit”

armin, feeling all flustered and nervous, looked the other way, but you caught him just before he turned and giggled, muttering along the lines with, “....he’s so cute…”

he looked at you once again, seeing you brush your ginger curls from your face, a small smile coated your face, “hm?” “oh-uh nothing! nothing,” you looked at the shelf infront of you, ‘admiring’ the books in your eye sight, hearing the mysterious yet cute blonde chuckle, “you sure, cause i think you just called me…cute? i mean, i’ve been called that many times,” armin cockily boasts, cussing to himself knowing he’s just acting like jean now.

“uhh…okay?” he noticed how your tone changed and saw you staring to walk off, “w-wait, i’m so sorry about that, i’m not u-usually cocky, it’s just my friend jean’s like that when getting girls and told me to try it out…but i see that’s not working on huh?” you stared at the boy for a good 10 seconds, then immediately cackled, “aww oh my god! yeah being cocky isn’t a good look for you, just be yourself.” he nodded and noticed how you suddenly didn’t wanna leave anymore,

“so…what’s your favorite type of book?” he motioned for you to walk around the store with him, “i’m more of a romance and thriller type of reader, specifically more drama and mystery types, what about you?” “i love romance books, and non-fiction books as well, no matter if it’s about plants, animals, sea life, people, you name it! i’ll read it.” you noticed the book choices in his hands, “ahh, well are you in more of a thriller mood this time?” 

“hm?” he looked at you in pure confusion. you nudge your head toward the books, “the choice of books in your hand?” “huh? ohhhh no, these are for my best friend mikasa. her birthday’s tomorrow and she’s gushed about these so yeah,” nodding slowly, you walked up to the register, letting the guy ring you up along with armin’s in the same ticket, “uhh-our books are separate-”

“no they’re not,” he swiped his card with quickness, “let me?” you backed up with ease, and when he was all done he put your 2 books in a different bag, following you out the doors “so….”

“so..also thank you for buying my books, you really didn’t have too,”

“it was my pleasure, besides wanna hangout?” “huh? you had a puzzled look on your face but inside you were screeching, “i wanna go out with you,” he smiled at your perplexed face, “you wanna go with me? why?”

“well yeah, duh! you're really cool and interesting and cute.” he winked which left you all smiley and such, “well where do you wanna go?”

“we could find a little spot around, maybe to just sit and talk to each other for a bit.” you looked down at your attire, then back at his face, “but i don’t look nice for us to hangout, i don't have on any makeup and i’m wearing my casual, in the house clothes,”

“i think you’re looking real pretty right now,” thinking to yourself, you thought of all the possibilities of what could go wrong, but armin wasn’t gonna wait around in this cold weather, “come on and follow me,” he walked down the strip with youe soft hand in his, while you were still in thought. 

 then suddenly, one major question finally popped up!

“you don’t even know my name, do ya?” 

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a/n: lowkey liked how i incorporated the lyrics like omggg but this is soooo adorable and soooo fucking short but i might make another part with another newjeans song, anyways bye!

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This was wayyy too cute 🥺

four letter word • reiner braun

romance didn’t come easy and learning was even harder but he’d do everything he could to make sure you felt loved.

no hardcore warnings, mainly fluff and a little angst (.1 second sex mention). Self indulgent because my lil aro ass is feeling dysphoric and moody tonight 🥺

“Whaddaya think, sugar? You like it?”

“It’s beautiful…”

you were speechless, at a loss for words for a better lack of terms. Tonight was like any other that you had shared with your partner of six months and some change, Reiner. Seated on the tailgate of his pickup, gazing at the stars above as he cradled you close with his arm and jacket draped across your shoulders. Out in the miles of fields and grassland that he and his hands tended to on the daily. For this particular occasion, your anniversary, he had littered the greenery with your favorite flowers and surrounded them with lights that spelled out three words ‘I love you.’ A very sentimental and shocking gesture to say the least. Not one person in your lifetime had ever even thought to do such a thing. On top of the amazing dinner at one of your favorite places and the countless other gifts. You were thankful…beyond blessed to have someone like him in your life.

“Well I wanted to do somethin’ special for ya’..”

“Special is understatement, pumpkin. I think you’ve outdone yourself..thank you..”

however, as the words left your mouth, Reiner couldn’t help but to note the faintest glimmer of gloom in your eyes. Underneath the pale moonlight, he’d gently reach for your chin and tip your face up towards his. You looked beautiful; a vision of pure perfection to him but even so, underneath your makeup and beaming smile, he could tell that something was amiss. So he decided to test his looking theory and utter the phrase he had been waiting to say all night:

“Of course, poundcake. I’d do anything to see ya’ smile. I love you, (y/n).”

it was then, whilst holding your face, he’d feel you tense up within in his grasp and the visible reaction spread across your face. You always did it..hesitated when he confessed his admiration for you. It wasn’t for a lack of feeling the same. You cared deeply for him..more so than any man who’d ever come into your life. But no matter how many times he told you, how many touches he bared and the kisses he gave you, you still found it difficult to mimic the words back. This was something he knew when he met you. That dating, relationships…it was all a challenge for you. He hadn’t had many partners in his own life either so he understood but it didn’t make it easier to quell his overly affectionate urges. Even so, he wanted to make you happy and he’d be as patient as possible to ensure you were comfortable. But you still felt bad! You felt as if you’d failed him as a partner. You were trying your hardest to but it felt like the words just caught in the back of your throat each time.

“..you did it again.”

“What?”

to which he’d only respond with a rather stern and somber look and you couldn’t take it. You’d begin to tear up a little before bursting into laughter. Which confused him all the same! “God, I suck. Don’t I?” “Of course not, baby! Why would you say that?!”

you knew he was trying to see the best in the situation as he’d always done but you couldn’t forgive yourself for nearly ruining this entire night. Not when he put so much thought into it. Not when he spent every single day living only to treat you like the queen you were! But just as you’d begin to cry, he’d gently brush a thumb over your cheek and continue to reassure you as he had done time and again before. “(Y/N). I know this is all new to ya’ and it’s hard. I know you’re trying your best and that ya’ care for me too. I feel it every single day..in the things you do for me. The food you make me on my lunch break, the little gifts ya’ buy me..and especially that thing you do with your tongue and the whipped cream—“ earning him a playful slap to the shoulder. “My point is, just because you don’t express it in the way everybody else does, doesn’t mean you don’t care. And it damn sure doesn’t mean that I love you any less. I couldn’t stop doing that if I tried.”

and if you weren’t already an emotional wreck prior, you were done for now! Wiping away those few strays, you’d begin to cheer up, feeling relief that he didn’t resent you for your romantic displays or lack thereof..no matter what, he wasn’t going anywhere! Not for now and not for a million lifetimes. You guys were in it for the long haul..reaching over, he’d pull you into a big embrace and eventually, a passionate kiss, leaving you with a peck to your forehead. “I love you, Rei..so much.” And he’d never let you forget that he felt the same! Now that that was all settled, he just had one more pressing matter to address:

“Now…speaking of that whipped cream—“ asking with his face tip downward as he eyed you and you’d merely shake your head and laugh.

“Hold on, papa. We just had dinner. Gonna have to wait a lil’ bit for dessert now.”

“…let me take you out”

・❥・them + their favorite types of dates ・❥・ft. eren, armin, jean, connie (I may do a part two)

content + themes: fluff, cuteness and crack, black reader, mentions of weed, mentions of smut, kissing/makeout

📝: I’m starting a lil series I’m calling Soft Life Sundays, where I give y’all some sweet, tooth rotting fluff because I love it. These are all my personal ideas, but you may disagree and that’s okay. I don’t need to hear about it. This is all in good fun 🥰

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ღ eren loves fun, non conventional dates. He doesn’t mind the dressing up and fancy dinners from time to time but he much rather scoop you up with a bouquet of flowers, a little gift bag filled with snacks and something he picked out because he heard you talking about it on a random Tuesday one time. Your fits, I could see him in some Dunks, a hoodie and sweats (or shorts and a baseball jersey) and you in a sundress..looking all cute. He’d want to do something like a little carnival where they serve all these fair foods that are incredibly unhealthy but soooo good and he’d be eating it all and he can show off by winning you a giant stuffed animal he totally doesn’t brag about the whole night. “I’m the best, baby. I told you.” 🙄 he’d love to do go kart racing, mini golf or even an arcade or roller skating. He’s competitive so he might get a lil carried away but it’s all love! Y’all would have the best time and he’d constantly check to make sure you’re having a good time because he can’t stop smiling. Of course, spending the day with you is enough to keep him happy for weeks. Might end the night with a little smoke session + a movie (and maybe a lil sum else if you’re up for it. (mainly him eating you out until you fall asleep 😩)

ღ armin is obviously the inquisitive and intelligent type so he’d want your date to be as educational as it is fun. Of course, you love it all the same because you guys pick each other’s brains on things all the time. He’d take you to a museum, where they have all of these cool exhibits, explaining everything to you like a little personal tour guide. and a gift shop full of trinkets that he wants to buy for you. He sees you ogling the crystal and rock display while asking him all of these questions so now you’ve got two hundred dollars worth of malachite and amethyst keychains, displays and whatever else you wanted! “These are so beautiful! Thank you, Armie!” “It nearly as gorgeous as you but I’m happy you like them.” (bonus: I could see him taking you to a play/amphitheater as well) you guys would visit your favorite ramen + boba shop, just laughing and talking..enjoying each other’s company. You’d probably where coordinating outfits..something with an earthy green tone and super cute! You’d end the night back at his place where you guys would probably listen to music and just chill (maybe a little making out + spooning depending on the mood) and you’d fall asleep in each other’s arms.

ღ jean is all about the flare and spoiling his lady. He’s a gentleman, a romantic through and through. He doesn’t do anything halfway and spares no expense for his lady for a special night out. I think he’s the type of man to take the reigns and plan everything (not in a controlling way but you like when he shows that dominance) including your outfit, surprising you with a dress and heels you couldn’t stop eyeing at the mall so he had it delivered to your house, along with a box of eternal roses with a sweet little card and some adorable note that’s like “just like these flowers, may our love last forever.” And you’re about to sob! But you have to finish getting ready because he’ll be there at eight on the dot so you guys can make those reservations at that new five star French restaurant that just opened. Of course, he pulls up in some expensive two seater and the outfit to match. A really nice suit and my God, does he look good. But his eyes are all on you. “You look stunning, my love.” Opening your door and everything. He loves holding your hand while driving, stealing glances of you the whole night. When you guys get to dinner, he’s helping you order things, speaking French to the waiter (so attractive 😩) and EVERYTHING is delicious. Including the escargot, which you had reservations on. “Not bad, right?” “It’s so good!” He would also rent you guys a fancy hotel room across town, where he’d have rose petals scattered about the room, strawberries, chocolate and champagne waiting for you guys and he’d spend the night sweet talking you whilst you guys drank and ate. You’d end the night in the warm bubble bath, cuddled up and touching all over each other. (And getting a lil freaky after that liquor gets in your system) Just a nice, romantic evening.

ღ connie is gonna bring the party wherever he is! Mans just loves a good time. I feel like he too won’t be much into the whole fancy dinners and flare but he would plan something super unique and fun. You’ll be chilling and he’ll be like ‘hey, there’s a Paint and Sip not too far from here. You wanna go?!” All excited and of course, you’d be more than happy to.” He’d be the main one in there dancing and singing, just bringing allll the energy! Like it’s never a dull moment with Constance! Afterwards, he’d take you to a food truck or a really niche spot in the heart of downtown that he grew up on (I see him as Dominican/Afro Latina obvs). And he just wants to share it with you! “Here, mama. Try this..I think you’ll like it.” And don’t let them be playing some Latin music, he’d have you in the middle of the restaurant or the sidewalk, doing Bachata. He would be the best! I could also see you guys having a fun night in, consisting of you guys cooking your favorite dishes, getting a bunch of nail polishes and painting each others nails or him letting you dye his hair.

(new!) domestic sakusa strikes again!

a/n: im so in love with the idea of kiyoomi meeting ur friends!! and them all getting along!! a short drabble, roughly 600 words. this takes place in the early stages of the relationship :')

An apartment full of five drunk girls is much louder than what Kiyoomi expected, but at least he knows he’s got the right address.

Three raps on the door activate a chorus of shrieks, and a flurry of footsteps rush for the door.

It swings open with a loud smack.

It’s your friend, the one from college with the dyed hair and smiley piercing. Kiyoomi rushes to introduce himself as your boyfriend, bowing lowly as a sign of respect to one of your closest friends. He recognises her from the pictures on your Instagram.

On the way up, he realizes she left, having opened the door and ran off to do god knows what. He blinks.

Should he… come in? Is that allowed? He’s still bent at a 45 degree angle. 

He figures it’s fine, and steps inside.

Rounding the corner, he almost laughs when he sees you, crisscrossed on the living room rug, scarfing down a large McDonald’s fry like it’s your first meal in months. He sees where your friend ran off to, having joined the rest of you all in a gossiping ring. He pretends like he can’t see up your mini skirt. 

“Hi.” He grins, boyish and cute and a little bit shy. His hair is still damp from his nightly shower, wet curls bouncing in his face making him look a few years younger. He clears his throat and waves awkwardly, “I’m Kiyoomi. It’s nice to meet you all. Thank you for taking care of–”

“Ki!” You cheer, eyes lit up in excitement. You pat the spot next to you with three heavy smacks, “What are you doing here? Come sit!” 

Looking to your friend for permission to further enter her home, he kicks off his shoes and settles next to you on the rug. He kisses your forehead in greeting. You feed him a fry as thanks. Your friends coo at the interaction.

“I’m here to take you home.” He wipes a glob of ketchup from your chin. You’re gonna hear all about this tomorrow. “Ready to go?”

“Can’t I finish my food first?” You haven’t been able to stop giggling since he got here. You’re genuinely so fucking happy to see him. His Naruto themed socks make you giggle harder.

“Of course.” He confirms, adjusting the throw blanket to cover your toes, “Tell me about your night.”

“Oh my god!” Your other friend squeals, smacking the arm of the girl to her left. She’s the one that works in accounting, he thinks. You two get brunch every other Sunday, if he’s remembering correctly. “Tell him about the fucking bartender!”

All five of you double over in laughter, screaming half-finished sentences and pointing fingers at one another. Kiyoomi shakes his head in amusement, does he even want to know?

You all continue trading off stories and perspectives, and Kiyoomi feels like he’s watching a reality television show. Your nights out are much more exciting than his. At one point your friend complains about the low water pressure in her kitchen sink, to which Kiyoomi helpfully offers to replace it.

Kiyoomi’s never felt more important, giving a mini-lesson on how to change a water filter to five drunk girls. You all cheer when he flicks the tap on, the full pressure having been returned to the faucet. 

When all’s said and done, you help clean up the food containers and blankets.

“Thank you,” you whisper, fluffing a couch pillow, “For helping her. You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem,” He whispers back, looking around, “Will they be okay by themselves?”

“Oh yeah,” You confirm, “We do this all the time. I’ll probably be back tomorrow morning so we can all get breakfast together.”

He hums in confirmation, “Ready to go then?”

“Yes.” You smile deviously, “But only if you carry me.”

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, scooping up the heels you had tossed on the floor, “Fine. Only if I get to come to breakfast, too.”

kiyoomi is one of the girlies 💅💅💅

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

BLACK WOMEN DESERVE THE WORLD.

Don’t trust anyone that bashes dark skin women.

These Hello Kitty Jackets!🎀

Farewell online privacy

things to normalize:

• having no friends

• spending most of your time/weekends at home

• not wanting to do drugs or drink alcohol

• being single

• struggling with your mental health

• not knowing how to drive or not wanting to drive

• living at home with family

• not wanting children

• not wanting to get married

• going to therapy

• never being in a relationship

• being a virgin

• not being okay/happy all the time

• men being in touch with their emotions/being able to openly express their emotions

• body hair on women

• ethnic features

• introverts/naturally quiet people

• doing things alone/by yourself

• not going to college or a prestigious school

• not wearing any makeup

Made my day tbh

Ice Skating | Eren

Tags: AGELESS BLOGS/MINORS DNI fluff, soft smut, established relationship, just a drabble !

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Notes: bold accounts wouldn’t let me tag! if I’m tagging you, expecting a reblog tbh or I’ll have to remove you from future works and tbh i might even block you 🤭😭 so yeah.

You and Eren had been in love all of your life. From the moment you started skating he was always right there to hold your hand, to kiss your skinned knees and to help you up. He had been your skating partner before he was your lover.

Your parents thought it was the cutest thing. Watching you both practice until perfection, until you both were old enough to qualify for competitions.

Even then, no matter the weather you both were practicing. Day in and day out practicing like your lives depended on it. He always had his hand on the lower part of your back.

As you were putting on your tights you could feel him staring holes into your back. It was always like this once you both turned 18, it was like he never wanted to keep it in his pants. He was always horny and he was always staring you down until you finally admitted that you were the same.

It was almost too cute how insatiable he was. You could hear him walking over and you could feel him behind you, his entire presence had you quivering a bit. He said nothing but he placed his rough hands against your shoulders and rubbed them together. "Feel good?" He asked, breathy even though all he did was walk over to you.

"Mhm." You could barely trust your voice but even that small sound squeaked and he chuckled.

"You're so tight up here," His hands traveled lower to the center of your back before he circled his thumb against your spine, kissing up your neck. His knee rubbed back and forth against the fabric of your tights and he smiled before kissing the nape of your neck. "Just relax, okay? Okay baby? It's just me here."

But here, of all places? In the locker room where anyone can walk in?

His fingers continued to work their way down until they tugged at your tights, "Wait-"

"You just look so cute." He said, kissing your lips. His lips were soft against your, he pulled your tights and his hand went inside. It wasn't no surprise to him that you were already soaking wet, no matter how embarrassed you seemed, you were always as turned on by him as he was by you. Slick ran down your trembling legs as you turned your face away from him. "Can I..." He trailed off, he never knew how to ask for this, even with his dick pressing deep into you. When your eyes locked his, he took your hand in his and let you feel just what you do to him.

Your hands were shaking and your eyes were wide. He was so big and hard. Throbbing in your hands as he pressed you against the lockers. "Please?" He put his head down between your breast and rubbed himself between your tights. "J-just this once." You couldn't stop yourself from kissing him against and grinding into him more, your harsh breathing mixed together, it wasn't that cold at first but now you both really need to warm each other up.

"Please." You moaned. "Just the tip. J-" Blood rushed to your face as he lowered himself to rid you of the rest of your clothes. You were sensitive even just from him removing your clothes, but he spread your folds and watched as the clear sticky wetness stretched apart.

"That's so... so much." He groaned to himself before he put your leg on his hip. "Just the tip? You sure baby?"

You bit your lip and nodded, dazed. Your toes curled and your mouth formed an 'O' when he slipped between your folds. "Oh. Eren. I-" He continued to stretch you out, his hips moving at an annoyingly slow pace, his tip meeting your clit before slipping back inside.

"You like when I fuck you like this?" His dirty words had you gasping as he continued. "Can I go just a bit deeper? You feel so good. You're so wet and I just need to..." You squeezed around him and he groaned, his eyes shut. "You like how this feels? When it's just my tip fucking you and making you feel good like this?"

He slipped in a bit deeper and watched as you struggled to take him, "Wait... just..."

He was so big inside of you, letting his cock slip inside and out while you squirmed. "I love you." He whispered close to your ears, sinking completely in, rubbing his thumb in circles around your clit. "You're just so cute."

His hips slapped impatiently against yours and he pressed kissing into your neck. "Oh Eren, I...I." Your mind was blanking, you were too engrossed by the sight of him pounding inside of you, wetness dripping all around his cock and small squirts coming out of you.

"I know baby." Slowing down, he grabbed your other leg and continued to fuck into you.

I’m totally normal about Dabi

(no)

(this embroidery took me 52 hours. pls press like button 🥺)

inspo’d by Luffy’s Hat credit to @sanjisblackasswife for having so many bangers okseeyaaa!!!

HE CAN EAT IT…

He’s a tongue ring enthusiast; eats pussy like a god and gets a fucking KICK out of the way you try and bite back your moans when he’s inbetween your legs.

Has the slickest grin when he looks up at you to find your glossy lips parted, brows furrowed, and your thighs quaking the slightest when you feel his breath wash over your messy, neglected pussy.

“C’mon,” You groan, hands wound in his hair as you attempt to pull him back in. He slaps your inner thigh harshly, frowning at your impatience. “Please, please please!”

His lips wrap tight around your clit, making your back arch and your hips buck against his face, your body falling victim to the way he toys with you. You can hardly think straight, let alone form coherent thoughts as his fingers work you open. “You wanna cum baby? C’mon.”

His tongue laves at your sensitive nub, lidded eyes watching the way you dance on the edge of your release. This is the shit he loves; watching the way you come undone at his hands. Not your fingers, one one of the numerous toys you share—Just him.

Watching you cum makes his cock throb in his sweats. he’s off his knees and kissing you stupid in a heartbeat, remnants of your arousal still on his tongue. You moan against his lips, sucking the taste of yourself off his tongue and it’s enough to make him push you down into the cushions, slotted right between your legs, grinding against your pussy.

He feels like a mess, you look a mess; Everything feels just fucking right for him to fuck a baby into you. “My turn, baby.”

jean, eren, atsumu, suna, tooru, issei, tetsuro, yuu, suguru, toji, denki, hanta, shoto, kirishima, chifuyu, kazutora, ran, rindou

good things to pay attention to more often

the color of trees

clouds and how they look different throughout the day

the different colors the mornings can have. sometimes it's an orange hue and sometimes pink and sometimes it's too misty to tell

pretty color schemes in random places (the trees and your neighbors wooden patio and the color of their car)

the states of the vehicles passing you by, dents and scratches and the different trinkets suspended from their rearview mirrors

the sound of silence

the shadows the lights cast in your home, like how sunset looks different than sunrise, and the shadows the sun casts look different than those of your lamps and candles

pretty details in buildings and houses like certain types of windows or doorknobs or archways

the movement of things in the wind. flags, leaves, flowers, people's hair and coats