Doordasher!eren Seeing You Have A Bad Day And Trying To Make It Better Because Surprisingly, He Isnt

doordasher!eren seeing you have a bad day and trying to make it better because surprisingly, he isn’t an asshole all the time 🥹😭

content warning: mentions of PMS, depression and a little sadness. He’s a sweetie pie in this.

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he had been running deliveries all night. Back and forth between various restaurants, dropping off orders to all the customers who had requested all types of things. From five Mexican pizzas for a bunch of college kids to happy meals for a couple of fussy little ones, needless to say he was busy and was being kept on his toes. However, he couldn’t help but think about his favorite patron..

it had been a few days since he’d seen (y/n) appear on his radar and he found it quite strange. Even though the two of you constantly bickered, mainly because of his slick ass mouth, he had developed quite the soft spot for you. Oftentimes worrying and thinking about you off the clock as well. And tonight, he couldn’t help but get you off of his mind. Driving around aimlessly, awaiting his next job when he decided to pull into a gas station for some smacks of his own. It was as he was scraping up to the counter in his sweats and slides, placing a Peach Faygo and plain Lays on the glass top when he got a notification on his Apple Watch, which he was using to pay with. ‘You just received a new order from (y/n)!’ But he was a little surprised to see it differentiated from your usual. It was from Walmart..tissues, chips, ice cream, and some Tylenol. However, before he could accept, he’d seen that you canceled. Which caught him off guard. What could that have been about? He’d thank the clerk and then dart back to his car where he’d do a little digging. His initial thought was that you possibly could have been on your period and didn’t want some man picking up your personal items but he’d retrieved far worse than some Maxi Pads and Mydol during his tenure here. He knew that you and Connie, another fellow dasher and one of his best friends were pretty cool so he’d hit him up, wondering had he heard from you. He was very much aware of you guys’ little ongoing rivalry, having known each other for about six months now so you weren’t exactly strangers anymore; had even hung out and smoked with them all and as funny as he thought it was, he had some advice for Eren..

“Ion know, bruh. I wouldn’t bother her right now. She’s been having a rough couple days so she’s been actin a lil’ different. I tried to check in on her but she don’t wanna talk. Imma just give her some space.”

but that wasn’t his style! Annoying as he was, he was an even bigger softie. If someone he knew or cared about wasn’t doing well, he’d do whatever he could to make sure they were feeling better by the time he was done. Despite Connie’s advice, he’d crank back up and peel out of the parking lot, headed to the superstore to pick up your requested items…and a few other things! Meanwhile, you were sitting in your two bedroom apartment..glaring out of the window with a rather gloom expression on your face. Watching the light rain fall underneath faint glow of the street lights as you worked tirelessly at your computer. Feeling a bit jaded and ready to clock out. Truth was, it was a gnawing feeling you had been experiencing for days. Stuck in sort of a rut and without direction. Everything was beginning to feel a bit mundane. Living alone in this apartment with hardly any visitors, you were left only with your work and lonely thoughts to get you by. Even tonight, you didn’t feel like eating much; cancelling your order before you’d waste someone’s time or that brunette nuisance could show up at your door, ready to be a pain.

if you were being completely honest, even arguing with him didn’t feel so bad right about now. Anything not to feel so isolated.. little did you know, he was already ten steps ahead and en route; hoping to bring that frown to a giant smile. Scouring the aisles of Walmart, searching for anything he’d hope you like. Ice cream, tissues, chips..all as you had requested. But he needed more. Something to truly lift your spirits up.. “What do girls like when they’re sad? Teddy bears? Candy? Liquor?..hell if I know.” Muttering to himself, even with passing patrons glaring at him as if he were crazy. But he was actually talking into his AirPods, trying to consult his friends who were on a FaceTime call with him. They couldn’t help but laugh at how he was going to all these extra lengths just to see a customer smile. Even taking the expense from his own pocket. After a little more intel from Connie, he had learned how stressed you had been with your new role. A promotion that came with nothing more than a larger workload and a slightly bigger pay raise. Which truly wasn’t worth it by the time you factored in emotional and manual labor. So this was definitely what you needed. “Ion know but I think somebody got a lil’ crush on my homegirl.” Connie blurting out to make the others burst into laughter, teasing him relentlessly. Just the sheer mention making his cheeks glow red. “Aye, it ain’t even like that. She’s just really cool. That’s all..don’t want her being depressed and by herself if I can help it.” He truly was something. Nonetheless, he’d continue filling his basket with all types of things until he was sure he had built the ultimate care package.

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by that time, the rain began to pick up and get a little heavier, thus sending your power surging and your system offline for a little bit. “What the—?! Damnit! Now I gotta tell these bitches my internet is out..” understandably frustrated, you’d click around the screen and just release a huff, knowing there was nothing you could do at the moment except wait for things to boot back up. It was yet another headache you had to deal with explaining. But it did provide you with a bit of a break to get away from that draining screen. You’d get up from your chair, stretching your back and legs, preparing to head downstairs when you heard your doorbell ring. You weren’t expecting any company so that was quite odd! Could it have been some dumb kid playing a prank? Perhaps, a wrong door? Exercising caution, you’d make your way to the bottom step, leading into the living room where you’d reach the front door. Using the peephole, you’d look around and that’s when you’d spot a bag on the doorstep, up underneath the canopy covering…and an oddly familiar vehicle sitting out in the middle of the parking lot!..lights on, engine running and shrouded by rain. Carefully opening up the door, you’d take a peak around before procuring the items. Before you could even see what it was, the vehicle and its driver were peeling away. But what was inside was enough to bring you to tears and make this hellscape of a week feel all the more worth it.

in a giant gift bag was candy, two small roses, a tiny pink teddy bear, Moose Tracks ice cream, bags of chips, a soft plush blanket and lastly, a card that read “get well soon.” You didn’t know why or how he knew you were feeling down but once that door closed, tears began to stream down your face. Overcome with sheer emotion that someone thought enough of you to try and brighten your day!..even if it was the last person you’d expect. “Eren, I have no idea what to think of you. You’re something else, you know that?” Muttering to yourself as you wiped your face. Just as you went to go turn and head to the kitchen to place your things in the fridge, your phone would illuminate with a text, reading:

“Feel better soon, okay? I don’t like knowing you’re sad. I hope these help. Besides, who else is going to make my shifts fun?” -your favorite dasher. ❤️

needless to say, he had earned himself all five of his stars and then some.

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what the actual fuck is wrong with y'all?

i’m gonna say this once and not revisit it again since the last time i commented on this i got ppl in my asks talking like they have no sense:

it’s not wrong nor is it bad if black readers ask non black writers (specifically the white ones) to be inclusive in their work. there’s nothing wrong with wanting diversity, and there’s nothing wrong with being uncomfortable about non poc only writing for fair skinned, skinny people.

some of you people have actually LOST your minds. in the past two hours i’ve seen black writers and readers recieve DEATH THREATS because they DARED to criticize authors (not gonna say their names because i don’t have to time for people calling me a monkey on anon) for not being inclusive. what is wrong with y’all? like, genuinely? is it just white audacity or are all of y’all mentally insane?

and for all the people who will probably flood me with “write it yourself if you want it so bad”, that shouldn’t be the case. we shouldn’t have to put out our own inclusive work, just for it to not get the same attention as all of the writings with pale skinned readers do. the LEAST you can do as a white person with a large amount of following is educate yourself on how to make your writing appeal to a broader demographic. y’all are ADULTS, act as such.

i hope this made sense, i’m sick and groggy rn so it might sound like i’m talking out of my ass, but in conclusion, please remember that the world doesn’t not revolve around white people, specifically white women.

small edit: to add onto the critiquing certain writers on here, i don’t think i’ve EVER seen a group of dick riders go as hard for two people like i saw today. there’s an actual fanpage dedicated to one of the writers and they’re in peoples inboxes and comments calling them niggers and all types of monkeys? have y’all lost it? all over a simple request? some people really don’t deserve to be on this app.

no thoughts just…

prison gf! ymir

♱ Content. talk of incarceration, gang member! ymir, drugs, fighting (not between ymir and reader), arguments, a sprinkle of NSFW, specs of violence, swearing, fluff and angst, pls let me know if i missed anything :)

♱ Note(s). currently going through my ymir phase (AGAIN). that woman is so fine *giggles into pillow*. I kinda got lazy but we don't talk about that 😁. Also, the law stuff will be inaccurate but let's just bare through it for the sake of the story... Not proofread

♱ word count: 446

Pt. 2

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

lower case intentional, Enjoy!

prison gf! ymir… who was devastated when she was found guilty. Not because she was going to prison, but because she would be leaving her baby, alone, for nine years.

prison gf! ymir… who didn't beg or plead the judge for mercy cause she knew that karma would catch up to her eventually….but why like this.

prison gf! ymir…who felt dreadful upon hearing your cries knowing she was the reason for them.

prison gf! ymir…who had money put to the side just in case this exact situation would happen. it was enough for you to not get a job

prison gf! ymir…who broke down during your first visit, seeing how broken you were. you looked as if you hadn't slept in three weeks before seeing her.

prison gf! ymir...who has A TON of polaroids of you tapped above your bunk (a pic of you kissing her cheek, a candid pic of her staring at you lovingly while you're watching a movie courtesy of connie, etc;)

prison gf! ymir...who tries her best to stay on good behavior in hopes of getting out earlier to see you.

prison gf! ymir...who gets into fights with other inmates when overhearing them talk about you in a degrading way because who tf are they to about you like that?

prison gf! ymir...who lays awake at night thinking all the stuff you and her are going to do once she gets out. Trying food together, eating snack you got from the gas station late at night, and her personal favourite getting coffee and judging people.

prison gf! ymir...who keeps every and i mean EVERY letter that you write to her because your handwriting is just so pretty and it smells like your perfume.

prison gf! ymir...who turns down people when they ask her out cause she has someone better at home waiting for her.

prison gf! ymir...who shows you how much muscle she gained during visits.

prison gf! ymir...who gets released early after 3 years for, surprisingly, good behavior.

prison gf! ymir...who silently cries in your arms when finally being able to hug you.

prison gf! ymir...who makes sure to thank you for waiting so long for her.

prison gf! ymir...whos eye to eye with your practically drooling cunt.

prison gf! ymir...who takes her time when eating you out. softly sucking on your swollen clit. pumping her fingers slowly, curling them to hear those oh so sweet moans of yours.

prison gf! ymir...who can't help but hold you tightly and admire your sleeping form in the moonlight. smiling softly, happy to be able to hold her baby again.

♱ A/N: i HATE this but fuck it we ball.

© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize or translate work.

OH?

coming back

tags: MINORS DNI (18+), oral (f), smut, grinding, reader has a kid

toji, who’s your ex’s best friend, who promised to take care of you after your ex passed away. but of course you didn’t think he’d be taking care of all your needs. he’s buying groceries and even when you really need it, giving you a massage.

he’s watching your daughter when you go on job interviews, even though he swears you don’t need it, trying to give you his limitless card. but you never accept it, the way he gets his money is never too clean for you to feel comfortable. you don’t want to feel like you owe him anything so you keep working.

toji won’t say anything but he never felt like his friend deserved you. toji hates that he wants and always wanted to fuck you, to get between those thighs and to make you forget about him.

toji, who takes you out to let you unwind, it’s been years and you never entered a bar, never had a relationship and never really enjoyed yourself since… but toji can’t tell with the way your hips and ass are moving against him, maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe after 5 years you finally understand what he’s been trying to get you to understand.

his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck, you can feel him growing hard through your tight bodycon dress. toji, groaning and dragging your core into his jeans. “fuck, you tryna get in trouble tonight?”

you knew what he meant and he didn’t want you to regret it. he took you home, he let you sober up and to think if you really wanted this. “so? you finally got some senses…?”

“toji, i know what i want. i still want you.”

but he doesn’t think you can handle him so he just chuckles, “yeah whatever. not tonight, just let me introduce myself to this pretty girl at least.”

and he does, he spreads your legs and does a deep whiff into your legs, your thighs slick with sweat and your panties dampened with sweat and pretty wetness. “hey pretty baby,” his eyes flick from your face to back between your legs before he removed your panties. “fucking hell, you’ve been hiding this from me all this time? i might fuck you after all.”

his tongue slips inside for a quick taste and you jump, your legs trembling. he nibbles and sucks into your folds, spreading them with his tongue. your hand in his hair. moans loudly leaving your mouth, biting on your tongue so that you can stop. “un uh, i wanna hear you scream.”

with your hips thrusting and thrashing against him, you give him just what he wants.

and with his dick straining against his pants he smiles when you mutter out a, “thank you.”

“anytime, just tell me whenever you want to sit on my face and i’ll be there within five minutes, matter of fact with a pussy this good? three minutes.”

your face felt hot and for the first time in years, you slept with the weight of a man next to you.

toji hated himself though. how was he supposed to tell you now that his best friend, was alive and faked his death? how was he supposed to tell you that sukuna was coming back?

milkshake • e. jaeger

this is just a short little blurb for my girl @spaceforher!! I couldn’t stop thinking about your selfship with eren, and I just had to write this! 🥹

just some cute lil fluff, him using a bunch of pet names (pretty, baby, mama) plug!eren being a flirt, some sweet banter

wc: 1.0K

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“Number 254. Chicken wrap, curly fries and strawberry milkshake!”

an order and phrase you had uttered on several occasions. So much so, it was practically embedded in your memory at this point. Extra mayo, no pickles and crispy fried chicken. You could recall the exact way it was supposed to be prepared..especially because you could never forget the customer who requested it. Traipsing up to the counter; the sound of slides shuffling across the freshly waxed tile floors as it was always near closing time when they visited. A tattooed hand with a silver watch cuffing the wrist, reaching out to you and grasping for the bag before giving a very sweet and flirtatious thanks for his food and your hard work. “Thank you, mama. ‘Appreciate it.” Using the endearing name each time and sending flutters throughout your stomach. Mainly due to the deep tone and charm. Like clockwork, you’d peer up as you passed the bag over and see that handsome face..big green eyes; glazed over, covered by black rimmed glasses. Dark hair styled up into a bun with the remainder hanging down. Flashing a pearly white smile that made you melt..

Eren Jaeger, the one and only man that evoked such feelings out of you and quite honestly, the only enjoyment in this hectic and chaotic job. You looked forward to seeing him come through that door..placing his order and messing around with all of the employees as he did so. Cracking with some of his former classmates and friends who just so happened to work the same shift but his eyes couldn’t help but to be fixated on you. As if he purposely picked the days when you were scheduled. You could see his black and red Challenger outside, or rather hear it before he even arrived..whether from the pipes or loud music. No secret to you or anyone else how he afforded such luxuries at such a young age. He had quite the reputation and it didn’t precede him either. Oftentimes, even selling to some of your coworkers discreetly. Still, you looked forward to seeing the long haired cutie coming through the door. Tonight in particular was rather busy and you wanted nothing more than to go home, get off your feet and relax. But the last thirty minutes of your long shift was dragging along so you’d return to the back to finish up any last minute cleaning and inventory before jetting out of there. No customers had come in so it seemed things were finally slowing down. A couple of your coworkers had gone out for a final smoke break when you heard the door open. “Welcome in. Be with you in just a moment.”

it was then that you’d walk out to be greeted by a tall guy in a hoodie, black sweats and clear frame glasses around his baby face. His eyes dimmed and glossed over in red as he neared the counter. “You good, I actually don’t wanna order anything.” Immediately, you’d feel yourself becoming flush and heated, realizing that this is the first time that you and him had actually spoken outside of eye contact and a few flirtatious thank you’s. “Oh, it’s you. Strawberry milkshake.” Immediately sending a smirk across his face. It was something you did with all of your frequent customers..nicknaming them after their orders. But with him? It was a bit more special. You had been hoping that the two of you had gotten the chance to talk one of these days and finally, the moment had come. But not without you getting all flustered and him doing the same, surprisingly! In your uniform, hair tied into a ponytail underneath your ball cap, bare faced but he couldn’t get over how beautiful you were. Something he wishes he could have told you the first time he came in but things were always far too busy for him to get that chance but instead, he’d take this opportunity to shoot his shot!

“You must be here for (coworker’s name). I’ll go get them.” As you were privy to their exchanges but you’d be surprised to learn the intentions of today’s visit. “Nah..actually, I was hoping I’d run into you.” Which earned him quite a confused glare. Just what business did this man want with you?

“Me?” “Yeah, I mean. Every time I come in here, it’s always super busy and you’re working so hard so I didn’t wanna stop you..but I just wanted to introduce myself.” Omitting the fact that he had frozen up several times while you took his order. Truth was, he wasn’t even too fond of the dairy treat that he consistently ordered, considering the fact that it never agreed with him afterwards and he’d instantly get sick but he had hoped that one day, you’d catch on and notice so that he could strike up a conversation but oddly enough..he always became too nervous to speak! You were so pretty and that sweet, adorable demeanor always made his heart flutter. Which was crazy because this man probably had every girl in this city trying to get with him and he looked as if he could charm the pants off of a snake. Not to mention the fact that he had always shot you a wink or called you a sweet pet name as he acquired his meal. Saying things like ‘baby ‘ or ‘pretty’. Something many ladies had probably heard. However, his attention was fixated right here and now that he finally had the chance, he wasn’t going to blow it! Letting out a soft chuckle, you’d cover your mouth and laugh, which made his cheeks visibly glow red. “Did I say something?” Not knowing just how cute he was..this well known plug blushing like a schoolgirl over you!

“No! Not at all. I’m just..really happy you came and talked to me.” Trying to play it cool as you were screaming inside. But this was a perfect opportunity to take the lead and see where things went.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, milkshake. I’m (y/n).”