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 coming back after months of promising a part 2 then going inactive... ima just spoil the series cause im not coming back to it. its a shame since i wanted like a huge fucking plot but ANYWWAYS. the plot was still somewhat in air cause i rly care abt logistics and... armin is spiderman, pieck is black cat. eren, mikasa, and armin are in the spidey squad except eren is like their nerdy tech rich friend. mikasaâs backstory is that her dad used to work in the development of omnidirectional gear and she would go to work with him and play with it cause she thought it was cool, but her dad found out his bosses have been feeding her super soldier serum over time and they fully made him disappear when he confronted them. the ackermann family still doesnt know what exactly happened. omnidirectional gear was kind of like discontinued cause the military stopped seeing an advantage for it. anyways here were the parts. frieda reiss is actually a villain like she was brainwashed by rod reiss and sent to destroy files on pieck and mikasa. rod reiss wants to eliminate them because he is the reason they have powers in the first place (he was the boss running those experiments). pieck has her powers cause her dad forced her into it while cutting her mom off. porco found her identity on accident but a relationship bloomed after. anyways heres the scene summaries: (sorry they r kinda cringey)
PART 1
â scene 1; lab class. show playful conversation for academic rival purposes. coming home from class to introduce pieck as a roommate.
â scene 2; later that night. armin and mikasa catch a burglar. show their playfulness when it comes to solving crime. vague intro of black cat realizing she isnât the only vigilante.
â scene 3; lab class 2. character dialogue.
PART 2
 â scene 4; party. pieck isnât mentioned and neither is porco because theyâre busy. odd since you noticed that armin doesnât really go anywhere at night.
â scene 5; analyzing the white substance. itâs the same one thatâs been found on multiple and they identify it as spiderman. list of observations pointing towards black cat wanting to make a potential ally.
â scene 6; lab class, again, a lot of banter. a lot of talking. little cute things. pieck asks how class was and what they do in their lab. itâs a subtle way of getting information. (frieda makes a small comment at some point hinting she knows something about their identities.?)
â scene 7; black cat meets spiderman and mikasa ackerman. describe mikasaâs fit. eren sews. mention how black cat compliments mikasaâs outfit and gear which looks better than the military one. eren is proud of himself. add frieda spying on them (use the term coordinate to refer to her).
â scene 8; armin is caught making mechanical webs, but r does nothing. only makes a sly comment and they work on their lab together.
â scene 9; not enough webs are made. leads to armin not being able to work that night. mikasa hasnât stocked up on gas. black cat is taking care of it, eren learns from using a drone, leads to more gained trust.Â
â scene 10; pieck asks r to analyze the web for her using the school supplies. r is confused and asks why. pieck wonât tell her what it is and r is stubborn, but does it anyways. notices armin is spooked when he sees the sample, but doesnât think much of it since he plays it off. r confronts pieck about it since the material seems to have some powerful purpose.
â scene 11; when pieck goes to a party friday night, r decides to follow her to porcoâs apartment where she gets ready and goes out the window while seemingly no one is watching. r is waiting at home with incriminating pictures and they talk it out. frieda finds out black catâs identity.
scene 12; the night of a party, armin is out of webs. so they go to party instead since theyâve been working a lot. hook up ensues.
PART 3
â scene 13; armin and r get to the lab at the same time. they work silently, but yn works from a distance and considers the fact that he might be spiderman. based on the fact there were no posts about him that day like there usually is. although, there was an article on black cat.
â scene 14; frieda and rod reiss conversation.
â scene 15; r sets up a test to see if armin is spiderman. since black cat and spiderman seem to be encountering each other at the same time, she goes out around the same time. observing articles, she notices the most common crimes usually have to do with robberies. using the police radio, she heads to the nearest spot. after everyone is clapping and people are taking pictures since heâs gaining fame, she gets a hug and says âthanks, armin.â he responds with a âyouâre welcome.â and didnât realize what heâs done.
â scene 16; pieck, porco and r talk about spiderman and you tell her your suspicions. sudden attack, frieda is climbing up porcoâs building and its scary, so all of them leave the building.
âscene 17; yn has a near death experience trying to protect pieck who has already put on her suit and mask. armin saves her by picking her up and swinging around the buildings. thereâs a big action scene which results on a one on one with mikasa and frieda. thereâs a group of soldiers trying to kill them. since itâs a whole group, but pieck and armin take care of them. (maria, rose, and shina â all the brainwashed daughters of rod reiss, skilled assassins) frieda dies, everyone pities her while the three are held captive for rehabilitation.
â scene 18; last day of lab. r tells him that he was really sweet. he asks her out on a date and she teases him, but heâs more assertive.
â scene 19; black cat and spiderman reveal their identities. mikasa does, too. eren is squealing the whole time.
â scene 20; first date.
â scene 21; bonus. list of vigilantes and their supporters
Series Summary: Eren Jaeger, a 21-year-old virgin college student who loves his camera a little bit too much, has a crush on you. Every night, he switches on his camera and talks about you but he never could find the courage to speak to you in real life. Strangely enough, he finds it easy for him to befriend Spider-Girl, the crime fighting vigilante, not knowing that you both share the same identity.
Chapter Summary: A prologue to the story where you meet Eren Jaeger, the resident hot nerd, for the first time.
Content Warnings: explicit sex scene (happens at the end of the series, can be skipped if you want), swearing, mentions of characters going through depression, traumatic past events
Word Count: 4k
âSo, thereâs this girl.â
Twenty-one-year-old Eren Jaeger has been making a video journal every day for the last three years of his life, but never, not once, did he ever start with âSo, thereâs this girl,â like a lovesick fool.
Making daily entries of his life as a college student may sound a bit weird when he has zero social interactions with popular kids, zero chances of being invited to frat parties, and zero experience in dating cute girlsâor just girls, period. Eren wonât think of himself as a nerd, despite what the jocks and rich kids called him. His neighborâa.k.a his one and only friendâArmin Arlert is a nerd and Eren looks nothing like him.
Unlike the blonde boy who dresses himself in baggy clothes and huge thick eyeglasses, Eren dresses casually in a pair of dark jeans and a button-down denim shirt with his long sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His mother used to say that he was the prettiest boy in the world, but then again, she was his mother so she was obliged to say that. He thinks he looks okay.
He has dark brown hair, silky smooth. When he was younger, his strands used to be long enough for him to dress himself up like Pocahontas on Halloween without having to wear a wig (he got five buckets full of candies in one night, the neighbors loved him, he was the prettiest Pocahontas ever), but since he often got mistaken as a girl, he decided to trim it off. Now, his hair is only long enough to graze his shoulders every time he wears it loose. He tries to look cool and sporty by tying it up in a man-bun, which is probably quite popular in, like, a decade ago but whatever.
What makes him look totally different from those bunch of losersâno offense to all the nerds out thereâis the fact that he is actually quite muscular for a college student. He does a part-time job every summer at his uncle's moving company where he's forced to lift stuff, ranging from boxes full of clothes and delicate dishes to a three-piece living room sectional. It builds up his arms and core, giving him a nice set of pecs and a pair of guns that donât belong to someone who stays up all night playing Days Gone.
Heâs taller than most of the nerds too, thankfully, standing six feet tall with his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he walks. And unlike Armin who has a human-size pillow featuring a printed image of a half-naked anime girl in a questionable lying pose, Erenâs bed is as dull as his lifeâa single size bed with normal size pillows and gray sheets that he wishes someday can smell pleasantly like a girlâs bergamot perfume instead of his yesterdayâs sweat.
What makes him look a little bit like a nerd is probably the way he carries his Canon EOS 90D camera in his hands at all times. At one point, he swore he heard a girl named Hitch laughing behind his back, jeering, âBet you a hundred bucks he named his camera Rachel or something and pretends itâs his girlfriend.â Eren pouted and groused under his breath for the rest of the day because Hitch was completely wrong about it. He doesnât treat his camera as his girlfriend. He treats his camera as his life partner. Theyâre committed to each other. It isnât just a fling. And no, its name isnât Rachel. Itâs Sarah. But thatâs beside the point.
Nerds often wear thick eyeglasses due to their endless hours of gaming, binging TV shows and anime, or reading hentai mangas late at night. Even though Eren does all of those things, his eyesight is perfectly fine, maybe even better than most people. Heâs shared infinite hours of gaming tooâOverwatch is his favorite online game at the momentâbut his vision is so perfect that he often catches the little details that people missed or perhaps heâs just pretty observant. But Eren doesnât like his eyes that much. Theyâre too green, too radiant, and combined with his thick eyebrows knitted together in a neverending frown, they make him look a bit⌠frightening. They make him seem unapproachable.
âYouâve got a resting bitch face, thatâs your problem,â Armin concluded one night as they sprawled next to each other on the floor with their Xbox controllers in hands. âThatâs why you always scare people off. This is why you donât have a girlfriend, man.â
âYeah, 'cause youâre so popular yourself,â Eren snorted which was quickly followed by a groan when Arminâs character on the screen managed to shoot him dead for the fifteenth time that night. âYou fucking kidding me right now? Gonna shoot me from behind like that? That's cheap, bro. I was still changing my weapons.â
âPussy. I wouldâve had your ass killed in a real war within seconds,â Armin mocked back, fixing his eyeglasses. âAnd excuse me, I donât have a girlfriend because I choose not to have a girlfriend. Iâm loyal to my wife.â
âYour wife is a 2D character with fox ears wearing a kimono that highlights her unproportional boobs.â
âYes, your point?â
Eren sighed in defeat. When he said he was married to his fictional waifu, Armin wasnât kidding. All those photoshopped pictures he hung on his wall and the silver wedding ring he kept around his fourth finger were solid pieces of evidence of that.
But Eren never really cared about finding himself a girlfriend. Actually, despite popular beliefs, he had a few girls asking him out for a coffee date. That goth girl Mikasa Ackerman was even obsessing over him at some point. He received a text from her one day that said, âDo you feel it?â which he answered with a frown, âFeel what?â Not a few seconds later, another text appeared on his screen. âIâve got your voodoo doll. Iâm sucking your balls right now.â And Eren, almost right away, thought All right, thatâs enough social interaction for the day. He changed his phone number right after. He low-key wanted to change his name too and maybe invent a new whole identity for him, just to be safe.
Now, letâs go back to his video journal. Due to some personal reasons, Eren has been making one every night, usually right after he got home where his memory was still fresh. Today, his last class is canceled so he returns earlier than usual to the small house he shares with his Aunt Dina. She was the one who took him and his older brother Zeke into her home right after their parents passed away. Zeke, three years older than he is, has been taking a late shift at a local restaurant so he wonât be back before midnight.
âHey,â Eren greets the beautiful old lady as he closes the front door behind him.
âHey, darling,â Dina responds with a benign smile. âYouâre early. How was your day?â
âLast class was canceled. A bit burned out from all the pop quizzes but if I could survive high school, I think Iâll live. Iâll be in my room if thatâs okay?â
âSure. Gonna talk to your girlfriend again?â
So, yeah, the camera is his life partner but his computer? Now thatâs his girlfriend. âYep.â Placing a little greeting kiss on her cheek, Eren makes his way to his room. He yawns as he tosses his bag without a care to his bed, switching on his iMac before he plops himself down on his favorite swivel chair.
Throwing his head back, he heaves the loudest sigh ever known to mankind as if he had the roughest workday on NASA trying to stop an asteroid from hitting the earth when all he did was try not to cry over the pop quiz he had in his advanced statistics class. Itâs some kind of stress relief for him, sighing like that, which is another habit that he often does just like how he nibbles on his bottom lip whenever he feels nervous. That sigh is also a signal for his other girlfriend to come along.
âHey ya, girl,â Eren coos as a little Siberian Husky climbs up to his lap. He just bought her from a very shady pet shop called âBow Wow.â Sheâs a four-month-old puppy with a black and white fluffy coat and striking icy blue eyes. She always does this little bark whenever Eren tilts up his chin and howls at her as if sheâs trying to communicate by imitating him but sheâs too young to produce a howl. It never fails to make him laugh. âWho needs a girlfriend when I have you,â he giggles, nuzzling their noses together. âNot that Iâm into bestiality or anything, but I think youâre super cute, Muffin.â
And yes, her name is Muffin, literally because the first thing he saw after he stepped out of Bow Wowâgod, he hated that nameâwas this little girl wolfing down a blueberry muffin as if her life depended on it. Does he regret it? Probably. Shouldâve named her something better like Grey Wind or Nymeria or something. Then again, Game of Thronesâ ending sucked balls so maybe heâs glad he didnât name his dog after stupid direwolves that literally contributed nothing to the show but have cool-looking CGI.
Activating his iSight camera, Eren watches the little green indicator lights up above his monitor. He starts recording, staring blankly at the screen for a couple of seconds as he contemplates what he should say as a form of greeting. His favorite introduction had always been, âToday sucks donkeyâs ass,â which promptly followed by him rambling for a whole thirty minutes about how ridiculously boring college was, or complaining about how good his archenemy Jean Kirsteinâs hair looked that dayâthat stupid horseface.
If he was having a good day, he tended to be more chatty, not just talking about his day but also making theories about life itself. His last video lasted for almost two hours, trying to answer âDoes fate exist? If so, do we have free will?â It was the stupidest two hours heâd ever wasted in his life as he, by the end of his session, couldnât even come up with a single gratifying answer.
But today, Eren can't think of anything else but one thing, or rather, a person, which is why he gives up with a groan, rubbing a hand over his face as his cheeks turn rosy. Keeping one hand on his puppyâs head, idly stroking its fur, he stares straight at the camera and confesses, âSo, thereâs this girl.â
This girl is you, one of the most popular girls on his campus. Youâre not notorious for your skimpy clothes or getting handsy at parties. Honestly, youâre not even sure why almost everyoneâeven several teachersâknows your name. Sure, youâre one of the brightest kids in the university who has a few science trophies under your belt, but surely, thatâs not what makes you famous, is it?
But unlike you, Eren knows perfectly why youâre popular. Youâre kind, every junior knows your name because youâre a reliable senior whoâs always eager to help people. Youâre not only smart, but youâre witty too. You have a wicked sense of humor, sarcasm is your weapon of choice, and your confidence level is over the roof. Eren can tell from how easily you can make people smile and laugh whenever you strike up a conversation. You have the sweetest smile heâs ever seen on a girlâs faceâor anyoneâs face, really, maybe even more beautiful than the smile he used to witness on his motherâs face. It doesnât help that youâre super cute tooâcuter than Muffin, even, and thatâs saying something.
There are so many things he adores about you and he knows that once he opens his mouth to form your name, heâll never stop until his computer explodes from overheating. Heâs been trying not to talk about you for so long, keeping all of these emotions bottled up inside his chest because he doesnât want to sound like an obsessive stalker more than he already is. Heâs too ashamed to admit it, but heâs been keeping his eyes on you for⌠what, maybe a couple of years by now? God, heâs such an embarrassment. Even right now heâs giving himself secondhand embarrassment by watching his face turning all lovey-dovey on screen as he talks about you. But how can he not after what happened today?
It was during lunch break when he felt like his world was flipped upside down. He was sitting in the backyard of his campus, just chilling on the ground with his legs stretched out, not caring if it would leave grass stains and dirt on his dark blue jeansâwhich he would enormously regret in the next seven minutes as it made him look like he just shit his pants. He was playing with his cameraâbecause what else could he be doing? Talking to himself? He already did that during the first periodâwhen he caught sight of you sitting on a bench with a few of your close friends: Sasha, Historia, and Annie (yes, aside from knowing your habits and your favorite sweaters, he memorized your friendsâ names too, what a loser).
Sasha was telling a story with her mouth full of a salami sandwichâwhich was nothing new, of courseâand you looked so adorable when you pushed a lock of stray hair behind your ear, listening intently with a little angelic smile breaking on your pretty lips.
Now, Eren didnât mean to be a stalker. He knew how terrible it felt to be stalked by someone after what he went through with Mikasa. But he had taken a thousand pictures of you without you knowing, so why should he stop now? Plus, he had never seen you wearing that blouse with that skirt before and he had to have this look in his collection.
âEren you stupid fuck,â he mumbled to himself as he brought his camera to his face. âCouldâve just told her she looked beautifulâmaybe even ask her out on a date, but no, you just had to be gross.â And yet, he still did it. Switching his shooting mode to portrait, he adjusted the ISO and focused the camera on you. He pressed the shutter button repeatedly, taking pictures after pictures, every bit of your smile, the way your eyes turned crescents as you laughed, the gestures you made as you took the lead of the conversation.
God, you were breathtaking.
He took a quick look at the photos, reviewing them with a little content sigh escaping his lips. âI am so whipped.â He had taken around twenty pictures, which meant he had to take another twenty before he was satisfied.
Repeating the same action, he zoomed in to focus better on your facial features. Through his lenses, he noticed how you were wearing a new shade of lipstick that day, a little bit pinker than red, which made you look youngerâand made him want to kiss you even more but that was a secret he would bring to his grave (unless you are willing to stop for a full make-out session behind the bleachers, of course).
He was smiling to himself as he took your pictures when suddenly, you spun your head around and looked directly into his camera.
âShit!â Startled so hard he almost pissed his pants, his camera slipped off his grip and fell onto his lap. Panicking, he tried to gather his belongings quickly in his arms because apparently, his pea-sized brain thought it would be a great idea to run away instead of trying to make up excuses like how a normal person would do in that situation. To his defense, being normal wasnât really his thing. Being a fucking dumbass was more like it.
âHey there, whatcha doinâ?â You greeted in a sing-song voice with your hands placed above your knees as you bowed down to match his eye level.
âIâIââ Yeah, thatâs great, genius, just stutter like a fucking idiot, that would make everything better. He gulped. âI was, uhâŚâ Say something faster, say something faster. âN-not taking your pictures.â Say something better, say something better. âLandscapes. I do landscapes. I wasâI was taking pictures of the, uh, the parkâthe yardâthe campus.â Fuck, just stop speaking. Never speak again, oh my God.
Heâs cute, was the first thought that entered your head. And an idiot was the second one. But that was what made your smile grow a little wider. âSo you werenât taking pictures of me?â
âN-no, why would I?â
âI donât know, maybe you find me cute?â
He almost choâno, he choked. He definitely did. âI donât find you⌠c-cute.â Somewhere at the back of his head, someone is shouting, âLIEEEEESSSS!â
âOh, no,â you faked a pout. âIt would've made me happy if you did.â
Is she... flirting with me? This was your first time talking to him, and you were flirting with him? Eren was about to explode. He would've punched himself in the face to make sure he wasn't dreaming if you weren't looking down at him with your pretty eyes.
Marry me, oh my God, marry me. âI was just taking a picture of the cherry blossom tree. You just happened to be sitting under it.â Hey, for once, he actually made sense! Time to pat himself on the back.
âI see,â you said, taking a step back when he rose to his feet to avoid your heads bumping against one anotherâEren was dumb enough not to think about that before he jumped up. âWeâre similar then. âCause Iâm an artist and I draw landscapes from time to time. Can I take a look at your photos? Might give me some inspiration.â
âUmmâno.â He shook his head, more times than necessary.
You did this little cute thing where you tilted your head slightly to the side and Eren thought, Fuck, I shouldâve gotten this look on camera. âWhy not?â
ââCause, uh⌠My pictures are boring. They wonât inspire you.â
âI don't think so. Youâre from the photography club, right? I think I saw you documenting our homecoming party. I saw the photos you took. Theyâre pretty cool.â
Eren was so happy he felt like he was about to throw up a bucket of rainbowsâor his insides, which would've made more sense. You noticed him? You acknowledged his presence? He wasnât a speck of dust in your world, but actually a whole size human being that you remembered by face? Holy shit, his heart rejoiced. Holyâ
Holy shit, his eyes widened in horror. I am so fucked.
Because now he couldnât lie, could he?
âWhatâs wrong?â That little angelic smile of yours turned into a devilish smirk, letting him know that yes, dumbass, I saw through your lies, but Eren only felt his heart thumping faster because damn, that smirk was hot.
âIâI have to go to class,â he stammered, slinging his bag on one shoulder before he made his run but you were fast to catch him by his wrist.
Sheâs touching me. Sheâs actually touching me. Her fingers are so soft, so delicate. I wantâ
âJust one look?â If your smile didnât work on him, it was time for you to use your ultimate weapon: batting your eyelashes. âPlease?â You asked with a pout and Eren swore, he just felt his jeans turn ten times tighter.
âI... canât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I took pictures of my dick.â Now, clearly, that wasnât the best excuse to say but it was the best one he could come up with when all he could think about was how you smelled pleasantly like strawberry (is it her shampoo? fuck, that's cute). His reason made sense too, in a way, so hopefully, that would work.
You quirked up an eyebrow, not judging him for his actions, but simply not believing him. âFine,â you muttered, and Eren almost breathed out in relief, when suddenly your hand swooped in to steal the camera from his hands. He yelped in surpriseâan actual girly yelpâbefore he felt like his soul just left his body. Right, so plans for today: jump off a fucking bridge and die.
Then, the devil whispered in his ear: or you can just steal it back from her.
Eren reached out a hand but you were faster, swinging his camera to the side and spinning your body around. No matter how many times he tried, he couldnât snatch the stupid thing from your grasp. Growing desperate, he shrouded his arms around your body from behind, catching you off guard for a few seconds, enough for him to pry the camera from your hold (Eren was too caught up in a frenzy to realize that he was practically giving you a teddy bear hug). Instead of running away, he did the most brilliant thing his dysfunctional brain could come up with.
He deleted the pictures. All of them. And Eren thought, ah, so this is what dying must feel like.
Thankfully, he had already backed up all the photos he took yesterday on his computer but these last photos he snappedâwith you wearing this new wonderful blouseâhe had to kiss them goodbye.
âHere,â he said, returning the camera to you with his shoulders sagged forward, and a great wrench of sadness in his chest.
Your forehead creased in lines, a bit confused. Clicking your thumbs against the buttons, you realized that his memory card was empty. âDid you just delete all the pictures in here?â
âNo,â he replied, rubbing his nape as he looked away. Then, he added a little, âYes,â with his face turning scarlet.
âDo you have copies of them?â
âSome of themâŚâ
âBut not the ones with me sitting under the cherry blossom tree?â
He tucked his chin, kicking one foot against the ground. âNo,â he murmured under his breath.
Ah, heâs so cute, you held back a laugh. You wished you could shrink his six feet tall body so you could carry him inside your pocket, maybe dress him up in a bunny suit so he could cheer you up during rainy days. âWell, letâs fix that, shall we?â
Eren almost dislocated his jaw when he saw you lift the camera in the air. Making a peace sign to accompany the gleeful grin on your face, you faced the lens and pressed the shutter button. âThere,â you said, returning the camera to his hands with a radiant smile. âIâm not sure if I got the cherry blossom tree in the picture, but I can guarantee you got everything else.â Still flabbergasted, Eren could only stare at the camera, his fingers shaking as the screen showed a close-up picture of your beautiful face. âDonât delete it this time, big boy.â
With one last smile, you pivoted on your heels, your hair fluttering as the warm wind of spring caressed your strands. Eren felt like he was living in a fucking shoujo manga where he was the heroine clothed in a frilly summer dress and you were his rugged, super masculine male lead. God, he could already hear wedding bells ringing in his head.
âAnd that,â Eren talks to his computer screen, finishing his video journal of the day (itâs already one and a half hours long for fuckâs sake), âladies and gentlemen, is the story of how your best boy, Eren Jaeger, had his heart stolen from the very first meeting. I think it went well.â He brings his gaze to his lap, scratching his furry friend behind her ear. âDonât you think so, Muffin?â The puppy lets out a growl in response. âDonât worry, baby, youâre still my number one girl,â he chortles, lifting her in the air just so he can nuzzle his nose against her belly.
He exhales heavily, casting a dreamy gaze on the ceiling. âI canât believe she knows I exist.â
This is the best day of my life.
If only a mere thought of you acknowledging his presence already makes him feel so surreal, then maybe he should start consuming his chill pills to avoid having a cardiac arrest because once he discovers the truth about your identity, heâs going to lose it for sure.
Because youâre not just the it girl on your campus now, are you?
âAnd weâre back on earth,â you say to the little boy in your arms as you return to your feet. The toddler, dressed in an adorable Spider-Man costume, wobbles on his little feet, dizzy from having his body suddenly lifted off the ground, right before he was hit by a passing car. He watches you let go of your web, cutting the natural fluid from your wrist. Your costume itself is already eye-catching enough even without the webâblack on the lower body with a white upper body, complete with a hoodie and cyan soles. The underarms and inside the hoodie are magenta covered in cyan web patterns, while your lenses are white with magenta accents.
His mother embraces her child, smiling in gratitude with tears lining her cheeks. âThank you,â she says. âFor saving my sonâs life.â
âYouâre very welcome, Maâam.â Your mouth twitches in a smile, even if itâs not going to show on your mask. Smiling has always come naturally to you. Itâs harder not to smile than to do it. Offering him a fist bump, you say, âStay off the street, Spidey.â
He knocks his little fist against yours, grinning at you. Ruffling his curly hair, you turn on your heels, ready to shoot your web to swing yourself from one building to another.
âWait,â his mother calls right before you lift yourself off the ground. âWho are you?â
âWell, Ma'am,â you perform a little bow, being theatrical is a part of your job. âIâm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl.â
***
Hi, everyone! I'm back with a new mini series this time! This one is going to be all fluff with a sprinkle of comedy and smut (no angst, I promise lmao). I've decided to post early 'cause I couldn't wait to share this story with you hehe. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it â¤ď¸
Thank you Sandra, Nissa and Ben for being my beta-readers for this one. I love you, guys! Oh, also, I've decided to go with Spider-Gwen's costume 'cause I think it's cute but you're welcome to imagine a different outfit for y/n.
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Summary: Porco Galliard is a demanding CFO who woke up and chose violence. Who does he think he is?
Pairing: Porco Galliard x Reader (Modern AU)
Warnings & Content: language, CFO!Porco, Assistant!Reader, this is just fluff
Word Count: 3k
A/N: did i get back from the club and wrote this drunk af? yes. do i entirely hate the end result? yes. am i still posting it just so everyone else has to suffer my bullshit? yes.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that Mondays suck. There is nothing worse than being woken up by a blaring alarm after two days of lazing around or having to go to work where there is an inbox full of e-mails that are somehow miraculously all urgent. You, however, are convinced that if Mondays were a person, it would have an extra special place in hell â the fucking throne. Youâve never particularly liked Mondays, but your aversion turned to hate since youâve started working for Beast Titan Games.
And itâs not because you hate your job, on the contrary â itâs a pretty straightforward and easy job to handle. Itâs just that Zeke Jeager, the CEO and founder of the company, had the brilliant idea to hold an interdepartmental meeting with all the directors and managers every. Single. Goddamn. Monday. And normally, you wouldnât care about that either since youâre just the Board of Directorsâ assistant, but he had to fucking find out you have a stenography certificate and guess who now has to take the minutes for a four-hour long meeting? Thatâs right, you.
Your only saving grace is the fact that it being a rather small company with a tightly knit community, there arenât many official points of discussion you have to take note of. Which, on the other hand, can quickly turn boring as shit, because how much longer can you listen to various managers talk about how their children started crying when they were dropped off to kindergarten or how whoever the fuck went skiing in the Alps last weekend? No, youâre not happy with this weekly meeting, no matter how you look at it.
You place Pieckâs coffee in front of her and take your usual place between Zeke and Porco. She smiles up at you in gratitude, and from the dark circles under her eyes youâd bet a monthâs salary she spent the whole weekend coding again, side-by-side with the junior programming team â whoever decided to make Pieck the CTO was either a visionary or an idiot. Zeke is obviously stressed, and no wonder with the new game about to drop in a month, but his energy drinks intake is starting to worry you and you make a mental note to magically have them disappear from the fridges in the kitchen. Porco, on the other hand, looks just the same as always, which is scowling and pissed off at everything and everyone. Heâs only looked up from his laptop when you came in the conference room, raised an eyebrow when he saw the coffee and then buried himself back into his numbers and budget plans and whatever else heâs doing there. The King of Mean himself, as he is known around these parts.
âRight, people.â Zeke speaks up when everyone has taken a seat. âLetâs begin.â
Two hours later you feel you could practically rip your hair out and not feel anything because of how bored you are. There were no notes that needed to be taken, since the whole conversation was just a never-ending recap of everything thatâs been decided for the past six months, since the Attack Titan: The Rumbling has been announced. Even you are pretty excited about the new game, but youâve already heard these same discussions at least fifty times. Each day.
When the subject turns to who would fuck the Female Titan (yes, you are surrounded by teenage boys, apparently, and not grown-ass people with executive jobs), you decide itâs time to grab a glass of water. You take your sweet time going to and back from the kitchen, so itâs embarrassingly easy to be dragged into Sasha and Connieâs ridiculous debate on which pasta brand is the best. Unfortunately, ten minutes later, their phones start going off about a certain bug that needs to be fixed asap, so youâre forced to go back to purgatory.
When you get back, youâre relieved to hear that the conversation has moved on. Some of them are now talking about possible options for language preferences, while Zeke is animatedly explaining something to Eren and Pieck about an idea he had last night in the shower. You sigh and sit back down â you just really want to get back to your desk, before you nudge Porco with your knee. His head snaps up, he was obviously immersed in his Excel spreadsheets, and scowls down at you.
âWhat?â He barks, annoyed with the interruption.
You just hold out a chocolate bar for him, which he takes with a nod. He seems sorry for a second for having snapped at you for no reason but doesnât apologise. Youâre used to him â you donât need him to verbally apologise to know what heâs thinking. Youâve never had any expectations from the abrasive CFO who canât stand anyone. Maybe except for Pieck. And sometimes you.
âAw, man, if I knew you were going to the kitchen, I wouldâve asked you to grab me a chocolate bar as well.â Jean whines from the other side of the table.
âOh, Iâm sorry.â You say, tilting your head to the side, genuinely concerned you havenât taken into consideration that maybe it was rude of you to not ask anyone else if they wanted something. âYou want me to go grab you one?â
âNah, donât worry, darling.â Jean grins. âYour smile is sweet enough to tide me over until this meeting is done.â
You giggle, and roll your eyes. Youâve never met anyone whoâs more of a flirt than Jean. Heâs innocent, you know he wouldnât actually try his luck with you, after youâve turned him down a few years back when he just got started here. Yet he holds no hard feelings towards you and you donât mind the harmless flirty jokes he throws at you.
âKirstein, stop flirting with Y/N.â Porco suddenly barks. âRelationships in the workplace are prohibited.â
âNo, theyâre not?â Armin pipes up, confused as heâs sitting right next to his girlfriend.
Thereâs silence for a few moments, as everyone seems to have stopped talking among themselves. Theyâre all paying attention to whatâs taking place on your side of the table now. Youâre just sitting there confused, watching Porco get worked up over a non-issue. Everyone seems to be very confused at his reaction and you donât know whether to excuse yourself or placate him to diffuse this whole situation.
âWell, itâs different for you.â He sputters, feeling heâs kinda putting his foot in his mouth right now. âYouâve started dating before getting your jobs here.â
âPorco,â Pieck says slowly, as if sheâs explaining college level maths to a five-year-old. âWeâre not prohibiting our employees to date.â
âUnless theyâre on different hierarchical levels in the same department.â Annie drawls, to which everyone nods.
âSo, since Y/N isnât technically part of any department, she can date whoever she wants here.â
Porco frowns. You hate how youâre in the spotlight right now. You just wish this whole conversation would end. Why do they feel the need to point this out, when you already know all of this? Itâs not like youâre interested in dating any of them.
âExcept for her direct superiors.â Annie smirks. âSo, she canât date Zeke, Pieck or you, Porco.â
*
Three hours later, youâre focused on going over a presentation that Pieckâs asked you to review â like any other genius, this woman cannot deal with mundane things like remembering where commas should be in a sentence. Zekeâs holed himself up in a pod with Eren and youâre pretty sure theyâre either discussing a new game idea or their fatherâs newest divorce. In any case, youâre left to your own devices when Porco sticks his head out of his office and snaps his fingers in your direction. God, you hate it when he does that.
âY/N, my office. Now.â He barks and disappears back inside without waiting for a reply.
You wonder what this might be about. Thereâs a wide range of options you can pick from â from ordering him food from his favourite place to making sure the Marketing team isnât slacking off again to asking you to tie his tie. Porco Galliard is the most obnoxious boss youâve ever had, but heâs damn lucky youâre the only one in this company who doesnât mind it â most of the time.
So, you get up from your desk and, planner and pen in hand, make your way into his office. He nods his head towards the door, silently asking you to close it. Since when have you learnt what every single one of his signals mean? Youâd probably be able to read his mind at this point.
âIâm firing you.â
Or not.
You look at him dumbfounded. Itâs a good thing youâve sat down before he opened his stupid mouth, because you probably would have tripped over your own feet otherwise. You look at him, waiting for him to start laughing or say itâs an April Foolâs joke, but heâs just watching you in turn, his fingers interlocked in front of him. Hid golden eyes are serious, more serious than when heâd told Zeke making the Attack Titan the villain in the new game is a dumb idea.
âIâm sorry. I mustâve heard wrong.â You mumble, when no other explanation seems to be coming. âI think you said youâre firing me?â
âYouâve heard me right, Y/N. Iâm firing you.â
You sit there in silence for a few seconds, as youâre watching each other. And then your temper starts to flare up, because god fucking dammit, have you not given this job enough? Have you not spent countless hours working on whatever shit heâs asked you to do that is definitely not in your job description? Havenât you done so much for him that he can just simply wake up and choose violence with you?
âPorco, have you lost your entire mind?â You start, already feeling the rage start bubbling out of you. At this point, youâre not sure you can stop, even if you wanted to.
âYou canât fire me. What did I even do to deserve to be fired? You canât just ask me to come into your office and tell me youâre firing me without a reason. Iâve worked my ass off all the years Iâve worked here. Iâve never fucked up anything that would justify you firing me. Plus, youâre not my only boss. Did you talk about this with Pieck and Zeke? Do they agree with you? Do they want to fire me as well or is this just you fucking with me today because youâre bored?â
Youâve never spoken this way to Porco in this context â itâs beyond unprofessional and to be honest, just your little outburst would be reason enough to actually fire you now. But, youâre so annoyed with him at the moment, you donât necessarily care. Youâre not sure whether your rage is fuelled by your confusion at his sudden decision or just because he hasnât given you a reason yet.
You know that if you were a cartoon character, youâd probably have smoke coming out of your ears and your head would inflate in anger. Porco leans back into his chair, still closely watching you, and then he sighs.
âBecause Iâm tired of seeing people flirt with you.â
Okay, now heâs completely lost his mind.
âWhat?â You squeak, too stunned to be able to form a full sentence.
âIâm tired of seeing Kirstein flirt with you and watch how the entire software team practically drools when youâre passing through the hallways and hear people get drunk in team buildings saying how theyâd show you a great time if youâd just give them the chance.â
âPorco, what the fuck are you on about?â You sputter.
He stands up from his chair, rounds his desk and kneels in front of you. Youâre too bewildered to manage to even move at this point, so he takes a strand of your hair and places it behind your ear without a complaint from your part. Thereâs so much love in his eyes, you wouldnât be surprised if heâd kiss you right now and youâre suddenly so damn relieved that his office has actual walls and a door. If anyone would walk past his office right now, youâd both be in deep shit. Probably would be thrown out the window by Zeke himself.
âIâm tired of hiding, baby.â He murmurs as he takes your hand in his. âI want everyone to know youâre taken. I want everyone to know youâre mine.â
You squeeze his hand in return and kiss his forehead. You finally understand what this whole thing is about â youâve noticed how heâd casually ask you about him quitting one day and sending you links to jobs he thought you might be interested in the next day. You thought he was just exploring other options, but you never realised it has started bothering him to the point heâd actually do something about it now.
Youâve kept your relationship a secret for nearly two years and no one has suspected a thing. Youâve even moved into his apartment a while back, yet neither of you did anything about your professional situation to be able to finally go public with it. In all fairness, you didnât necessarily mind it â your friends and families are well aware of your relationship and sure, you always have to be careful when you go out in public and you canât kiss him whenever youâd like to, but it was a mutual agreement. What in the hell happened to suddenly make him change his mind?
âYou know we canât tell anyone here that, honey.â You whisper as you bring a hand to his jaw. He nuzzles into it and it fills your heart with love, as it always does.
âThatâs why Iâm firing you.â He grins.
âSo let me get this straight.â You raise an eyebrow. âYou want to fire me because you want to make our relationship official.â
âYes.â
âI swear to god, for a CFO youâre really stupid sometimes. You do realise that even if we make it official, everyone will realise that weâve started dating when I was your assistant, right?â
Porco sighs yet again and takes a seat next to you. Heâs still holding your hand as heâs playing with your fingers. It still boggles your mind how mean and annoying he can be in a professional setting and how loving and tender he gets when itâs only the two of you together. You once told him that this is one of the reasons youâre certain he loves you â because he canât seem to stand anyone else, but you.
âWell, we could wait a few months before we do that. Iâll help you find another job and then I can finally hold your hand when we go to birthday parties.â
âBut I like my job here.â You whine, poking his cheek with a finger.
âAnd I want to marry you, but I canât do that as long as we both work here.â
Ah, so there it is. You open your eyes wide, which in turn makes him roll his.
âYou canât tell me you donât expect me to ask you to marry you someday, you dumbass.â
âI mean, Iâve never actively thought about itâŚâ
âAnd youâre telling me Iâm the stupid one?â He laughs. âDarling, I love you more than life itself. Youâre literally the best thing in my life, of course I want to marry you.â
âWhy donât you quit then?â You frown.
âBecause Iâm the CFO.â
âAnd what? Just because Iâm an assistant that means my job is less important?â
Porco looks at you with the same boredom and annoyance he reserves only for Reiner. You know youâre being overdramatic and of course he doesnât think that, but youâre still pissed at him. This motherfucker canât just fire you because he wants everyone to know heâs fucking you, no matter how cute he is. Plus, youâre not one to take his bullshit. Never did and never will, regardless of professional or personal context.
âNo, itâs because you have a degree in journalism that youâre wasting away by working here. You canât be an assistant for the rest of your life, baby. Itâs time to do what youâre actually passionate about.â
âI also meant to show you this.â He says as he pulls out his phone and holds it out for you.
You take it and as you skim through the e-mail he has opened, you feel tears prickling your eyes. Itâs a request for an interview. At Shiganshina Times. For you. Next week. You look up at him, still in shock from what youâve just read.
âI know youâve always wanted to work for them. Itâs just an internship, but we all have to start somewhere, right?â He smiles, unsure of your reaction since youâve yet to say something.
âYou did this for me?â
âWell, I havenât technically done anything. Iâve just sent Erwin your CV and he was pretty impressed with all the projects you did back in college, so he asked to talk to you face to face.â
You choke back a sob, because this man. This man. You pull him into a hug, not caring if youâre ruining his shirt â youâre the one whoâll be washing it anyway. He chuckles around you, rubbing his palms over your back and you feel so happy in this moment, you could start singing and dancing for all to see.
âI love you so much.â You snivel.
âI love you too, sweetheart. So can I fire you now?â
You pull back from his embrace just enough to look him in the eye.
âNo, fuck you, Porco. Iâm quitting.â You snap. âAlso, youâll be sleeping on the couch tonight.â
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SYNOPSIS; in which armin has trouble keeping a big secret OR your class rival isn't the person he seems to be.
NOTE(S); spiderman!armin, nerd!eren, vigilante!mikasa, roommate!pieck, friendly rivals to lovers, college!au (send an ask to be tagged)
PAIRING(S); armin arlert x f!reader, mikasa ackermann x eren yeager, pieck finger x porco galliard
WARNING(S); action scenes, injury, mentions of blood, weapons (includes guns, odm gear, etc.), eventual smut (chapter will be indicated for avoidance), suggestive jokes, cussing, marijuana use, alcohol
Armin Arlert is a huge nerd.
He earns one of the best grades in your class, knows his way around the materials and tech provided by the school, and has a seemingly neat schedule. Armin Arlert doesnât go to a party every night and when he does, heâs always sticking by Mikasa or Erenâs side. At first glance, heâs boring and to some, maybe a bit tacky, but at least heâs fairly kind when someone approaches for help. Thatâs what youâve observed, at least.
Blonde hair that falls over pretty blue eyes, the soft curve of his nose, supple lipsâitâs almost infuriating to you because you know those eyes look at you with a hint of cockiness despite the innocent vibe others may get from him. The truth about Armin Arlert is that he knows that youâre trying so so so hard on your quiz out of spite and heâs putting his all into making sure that he gets that top grade in your class.
Itâs hard to not notice himâthereâs only twenty people in this room as opposed to the three hundred that usually show up in the lecture hall, but thatâs just how your lab class was. Two days a week of excruciating, long work for two hours. And never once did he say anything to degrade you, never once did he rub a score in your face, but you still felt that pressure.
Despite the fact the scores on the board didnât have names, only student numbers, you were still able to pick out which one was his. You could tell by the sly smile whenever he saw himself at the top and you were sure he could tell which one was yours based on the way you would glance at him whenever you were at the top.Â
âGood job.â
âWhat do you mean, Armin?â
âYou know what I mean.â
âGood job on what?â
âThe exam,â he grumbles, âYou really topped me this time.â
And thatâs as far the exchange would go, the two of you quickly returning back to your desks after checking the scores pinned to the wall. The rest of the class would go by fast, the rest of it being notes, lab preparation, and other small things you didnât really have to think hard about. Right after it would end, Eren and Mikasa would be waiting for him outside the classroom to do God-knows-what while you would usually go back to your dorm to rest up.Â
This time when you unlock the door, youâre greeted by the familiar sight of black hair splayed across the arm of the couch and the sound of a dating show on the TV. It was rare for Pieck to be home around this timeâshe was usually at Porcoâs around this timeâbut you werenât displeased by her presence. In fact, it made you feel a little less lonely in your apartment.
âMorning,â she yawns, stretching her arms above her head, âHow was class?â
âYouâre here today?â
âI live here. How was class?â
âArenât you usually atââ
âYes. Now, how was class? Did you have any fun?â
âClass was class. Nothing special, Pieck,â you sigh, setting your backup on the ground near the front door, âWeâre starting this big lab on Thursday, though. Thatâs about it.â
âIs it like an individual thing or do you have partners? Groups, maybe?â
âYouâre acting weird again, Pieck.â
She groans, standing from the couch and walking towards the kitchen. You follow after her, trying to figure out what your roommate is pissed about this time. âYouâre making this way harder than it needs to be. I just want to know how youâre doing!â
âIâm sorry! You usually donât ask so many questions. When youâre back, Iâm just used to your little snacks and dating shows. And Iâm tired. You know how long that class is.â
âFine. We can watch my dumb little dating show and you can eat my dumb little strawberries.â
She huffs and you ignore it, opting to do exactly as she says out of spite. Pieck never be mad at you. Itâs something you learned after two years of friendship. When she comes back home late at night looking all beat up from whatever party she attended, youâre always there to help her unwind. If you were sleeping, youâd wake up to the sound of her pained groans as she walked past your room.Â
âWhy do you want to know about my lab class anyways?â
âI literally memorized your schedule. Thatâs the class you just came from.â
âAh, so youâre being polite, now?â
âIâm the sweetest person youâve ever met. Donât you already know?â
You roll your eyes, throwing a strawberry stem that she catches between her teeth. She sticks her tongue out at you as she throws it away. âIâll be out again tonight.â
âAnd I will be studying. But if you need help with anything, just let me know.â
âI know and I love ya tons!â
âLove you, too, Pieck.â
âEren, youâre going to have to be more specific than that.â
âDo you need Mikasa to help you?â
âNo, I can do it fine on my own! Plus, what if something happens to her.â
âI would be just as worried about you, but you know she can hold her own.â
Armin jumps from building to building with the help of the webs shooting from his wrist. After a few more seconds, he spots the robber from above. Ready to tangle him in the sticky substance, he aims with precision, but he figures heâs already too late because he can feel the figure behind him right before it passesâthereâs a grappling hook shooting towards the enemy and it lands right near the wall he runs next to. A girl with familiar black hair speeds past him, landing feet first right on the man they had been chasing.Â
Heâs down, struggling to get up under Mikasaâs step and Armin sighs. âYou really didnât have to do that.â
âWell, it made the job easier for you, didnât it?â
He smiles at her as Eren cheers in the microphone, the sound flooding their earpieces. âIâm doordashing sandwiches right now! You guys better be back soon!â
âWe will. Iâm fucking starving.â
Armin makes sure to tangle the man in his webs, leaving the bag of stolen items right next to him. Despite the fact the robber had been physically exhausted, he still manages to curse at them as they walk away. The small apartment they live in isnât far, in fact itâs the perfect walking distance, but Mikasa still glides into the air using the ODM gear that had been designed for her while Armin follows along with the mechanical webs he had made himself.
From afar, a woman in a black suit watches, a mask covering the top half of her face. The wind blows in her hair as she stays hidden on a rooftop. After sheâs out of their general sight, she skillfully makes her way down the building to where their victim is.Â
âNow, what the fuck do you want from me?â
âHush,â she responds in a sweet voice, âIâm definitely not letting you out. Iâm just here to observe.â
She kicks the man on his back, touching the white substance covering his body with gloved hands. âInteresting. Itâs very sticky.â
âWell, no fucking shit.â
With the knife in her hands, she cuts a small piece without undoing the whole wrap around his body. From afar, she can hear police sirens, signaling that it's time for her to escape the premises. âLooks like Iâll be going home just fine tonight. Thanks for letting me look.â
The man continues shouting obscenities at her as she scales the building, finding her way back home.
âAre you going on Saturday?â
âIâm not sure.â
âCome on⌠You have to. Youâve been studying for weeks and you do have to let loose once in a while you know.â
âWhat if you kept doing your pre lab work instead of convincing me to go to a party?â
âWhat if you just said yes so that I can stop bothering you about it?â
âWhat if you drove me home because I definitely will not be sober if I go?â
âWhat if Annie drove you home because sheâs driving me home?â
âDeal.â
âThanks, Hitch,â you smile discreetly, still staring at your laptop screen as you enter in your predicted calculations for your next assignment. Even though you technically didnât start it until next week, it was supposed to be a heavy one and having fun before you went dark for the next few weeks after didnât sound like a bad idea.
âMaybe you and Armin will finally get that tension off your hands there.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âIâm not blind, you know. Youâve been looking in his direction like every five minutes. You just type on your silly little laptop to make yourself look busy, donât you?â
âYouâre a bitch,â you sigh, looking up at her smirking face.Â
She wiggles her finger in front of yours, satisfied at the fact she pushed the right buttons, âAnd whatâs with those competitive little comments you guys make? Itâs like passive aggressive, but not.â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
âThat little âGood job, Arminâ or the little âLooks like you did real good this time.â or the âSo close yet so far. Better luck next time.â What the hell is that all about?â
âItâs a playful competition. You know how I am about this stuff,â you explain, âIt motivates me to do better in this class.â
âYeah, yeah. Whatever. When are you guys gonna have sex?â
âHitch! Can you at least keep it down? Heâs looking here.â
âYouâre being paranoid.â
âBecause youâre embarrassing me.â
âNo. Itâs because you have a little crush and you care about what he thinks.â
âIâll never live this down, will I?â
âItâs okay. If I was in your place and Armin was Spiderman himself, Iâd love the sexual tension,â she dreamily sighs, âThe things I would do.â
âYou mean the guy with the red suit who catches criminals? That could literally be anyone. It could be Connie for all we know.â
âIâd just tell him to keep the suit on.â
âYouâre sick.â
From across the room, Armin smiles to himself and thanks the spider that enhanced his ability to hear. Not only does he take note of your actual conversation, but also the way your heartbeat becomes faster with the suggestion of you two together. And Hitch? Heâs flattered, but heâll have to decline the offer and heâs mostly sure that she would understand.Â
âYou look weird.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYour smile⌠itâs just so goofy.â
âEren!â
âWhat?â
âLet him be. Heâs probably just thinking of someone right now.â
âSomeone?â Eren raises his eyebrows while Armin sweats under his gaze, feeling the heat of his stare. âI have a good guess.â
âDonât be a bitch, Eren.â
âWoah, woah, woah. I love you, but weâre really going to let this slide.â
Mikasa rolls her eyes before giving her blonde friend a pat on the back as a silent sign of support. Eren only puts on his signature smirk while Armin furiously types on his computer, pretending that heâs focused on the calculation table and the calculation table only. âI donât want to talk about it.â
âCome on, Armin. Having a crush is normal.â
âI know that.â
âAnd you two have been eye fucking ever since this class started. I can feel it from here when you guys check the grade board.â
âAm I not allowed to appreciate someoneâs intelligence and dedication?â
âI think it goes way past that, buddy,â he claps his hand on Arminâs back as their professor sends him a death glare, almost like he knows theyâre up to no good already, âYou want to go on a date so bad. You want to kiss her, get to know her, maybeââ
âLetâs not finish that sentence, yeah?â
âThe point is,â he continues, wrapping his arm around Mikasaâs shoulder, âYou should ask her out. At least before this class ends because who knows when youâll get another class with her.â
âIâm in biochem and sheâs in chem. I think weâre bound to get at least one other class together.â
âBut are you really going to wait and take that chance? Sheâs obviously into you. And youâre into her. Do I have to convince you that sheââ
âI know she likes me, Eren.â
âThen whatâs the problem? You mention her at least twice a day. Even if itâs just a little stupid thing you heard her say or what she wore that day. Donât come here and tell me youâve been doing those observations for nothing.â
âShe justâŚâ
âWhat?â
âWhat if something happened to her? And it was my fault? I donât think I would be able to deal with that.â
âIf she finds out, she always has a choice to leave, but if she doesnât,â he pauses, pulling Mikasaâs chair closer to his before doing a stupid pose with a stupid grin while the girl is wide eyed, interrupted from her work by his sudden affection, âShe can be like us.â
âIâm not worried about you two because both of you can hold your own.â
âThanks. But we would help her is also what Iâm trying to get at. Anyone who is important to you is important to us.â
âThank you.â
âSo are you gonna ask her out?â
âNo.â
âFuck you.â
Thereâs nothing like dimmed lights, booze, and the faint scent of weed coming from the room you just walked out of. Itâs safe to say that this place stinks. Itâs hot, crowded, and your mind is awfully foggy. Everything seems to blur, but you donât panic. Instead, you lean into the feeling of relaxation. Itâs easier to talk, easier to be expressive and Niccolo is sure to watch your cup as Sasha mingles with other people.
âIâm really glad you two found each other,â you hug his side and he welcomes it, one hand coming across his chest to pat your head, âSasha was already a happy girl. I didnât think that it could ever be topped until you came into the picture.â
âYou really think so?â
âOf course I do. If I hated you, I would have told you by now.â
He sighs in relief, âIt just means a lot to hear you say that. Especially how it was in the beginning with Jean and Connie.â
âItâs okay, Nic. You know how they are. Theyâre overprotective and had unresolved issues with Reiner. Now look at them,â you point to the four men playing beer pong, Jean teamed up with Colt and Reiner teamed up with Connie, âTheyâre besties.â
âYouâre right,â he looks around with furrowed eyebrows before his attention is back on your, âWhere the hell is Hitch?â
âGetting rid of me so soon?â
âNo, I enjoy your company. Iâm just asking since you two usually hang around each other at parties.â
âFuck, if I know. She wanted me to come so that I could talk to some guy in our lab class. I doubt heâll be here, though. He comes to a party like once in a blue moon.â
Armin can hear your voice from the entrance of the house. And he can pinpoint where you are just from the sound. After he had told Eren about the conversation he overheard, he had been forced to go and before he could refuse, Eren had already texted Jean and Connie. It wasnât that hardâall he had to say was that he wanted some alone time with Mikasaâbut little did they know she would be fighting literal criminals during that time. Thereâs more than one vigilante in the big city, Eren had told him. Armin refused because what if all of them werenât working that night? That was when Mikasa casually mentioned she didnât mind doing the job that night.
After following the sound of your laughing, he sees the cup pong game where he decides to great the players who make it a priority to mix him a drink (something they probably cannot do). He scans the room and thatâs when he finds you, hanging from Porcoâs arm and grabbing Sasha with your free hand to bring them together. Heâs never seen you this⌠comfortableâyou always looked studious during your class together. While your stolen glances were caught (and reciprocated), heâs only ever seen you in school mode.
And the sight makes his heart swell. To him, you were already pretty beforehand whether you were furiously typing on your laptop or making a snarky comment about how you scored a point higher on a test. But seeing you in your element, with your friends and full, genuine smile, he melts on the spot. Oh god, is he even going to be able to talk to you.
He doesnât have time to ponder that because right when you spot him, youâre waving at him, stumbling your way to his side. Reiner notices you and decides to not comment, handing Armin a bottle of soju instead of actually making a drink. The blonde twists the cap open while you lean on the wall next to him. His palms are starting to feel sweaty and oh no, heâs about to combust.Â
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â he asks cooly, no stuttering. Just a clear, established question because itâs a valid concern. Your smile is so bright, itâs almost blinding him. He downs half of the drink while he waits for your response. Your cute little thinking face is on, the same expression you have when youâre doing your work in class, and heâs slowly relaxing the longer youâre with him.
âBecause you look really pretty.â
Holy shit.
Armin is sure heâs going to combust, but you just laugh at him. âWhyâd you get all red, Min?â
âMy face turns red when I drink.â
âOkay, liar.â
âWhat if I told you that you were pretty? You would be blushing, too, wouldnât you?â
âProbably, but I wouldnât be as flustered as you.â
âOh, really? What if I kissed you? Would I win, then?â
âTch. Tch. Not everything is about competition, Min,â you give him a sly smile, lips kissing the shell of his ear before you whisper, âBut if this was, I think Iâd win, yeah?â
It sends shivers down his spine and Armin feels like heâs in high school again. You basically confessed that you liked him and he heard it, isnât he supposed to have to upper hand?
Yet youâre standing there with your stupid little grin, giggling while he turns a bright red. All he can do is sip on his soju until the bottle is empty. âI donât hate you, Armin.â
âI know that.â
âJust wanted to make sure you knew.â
Werenât you just this close to kissing him a few seconds ago?
But it hits him that the only conversations that were shared were short exchanges pertaining to whatever rivalry you guys had during class. You didnât know much about him except for his test scores and how it compared to yours. You knew who he hung around (it almost hard not to since you were with Sasha a lot) and who he was, but to you, he was probably just a minor crush.
And Armin realizes heâs downright infatuated with you. He realizes that a lot of the things he learns about you comes from what he can hear. He has superhearing after all, but you donât know that meaning that he has to walk around eggshells when talking to you. If he slips up, heâll sound a little too creepy even though thatâs just how superhearing works. He can technically hear everyone in that room, but he chooses to pay attention to you.
âSeeing you outside of class is weird⌠but itâs nice.â
âWhyâs that?â
âIt feels like you work a lot. I donât go to parties a lot, but youâre usually never here even though I see Eren and Mikasa from time to time. And you three are attached at the hip. Plus youâre friends with Sasha, Connie, and Jean. So I really donât understand why you would go unless parties arenât really your thing?â You semi ask out of curiosity because you just made the same realizationâyou donât know that much about Armin.
âThey arenât. I like coming to talk to my friends, but I donât get crazy drunk or anything.â
âI see. Thatâs pretty expected on you, to be honest.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âYou donât seem like youâd be too crazy outside of your school life.â
Oh, if only you knew.
âI guess it can seem that way.â
That night, Armin comes home satisfied from mindless conversation. While he might know about what drama was going on with your friend group and how you feel about it, what irrational fears you had, and more based on your conversations with Hitch during class, at least you knew a few more things about him. But theyâre little things like his major, what living with Mikasa and Eren was like, and the shows that heâs been keeping up with.Â
Nevertheless, you know him just a little bit better and thatâs better than nothing.
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Gojo winces as if the words hurt him, and when you realize heâs talking to you, the coffee youâd been sipping goes down the wrong pipe and you choke.
Coughing, you lean towards Shoko, who looks a little taken aback herself. âDid I hear that right? Did Gojo Satoru just ask me for a favour?â
âHe really did,â she chuckles, lips curled into a smirk.
It wasnât often that Gojo put his pride aside to ask for help, so who were you not to tease him a bit before acquiescing?
âYou hit your head or something?â You tease. âThink too hard and lose brain cells?â
âVery funny, sweets,â he scoffs, rolling his eyes.
You scowl a little at the pet name, crinkling the can in your fist. âWell, what can I possibly do for you, oh honoured one?â
Gojo groans loudly, cheeks turning a cute shade of pink. âYouâre never gonna let me live that down, huh?â
âNope,â you grin. âBut seriously, what is it?â
He just sighs, running a hand through his hair. Heâs so uncharacteristically serious that it unsettles you a bit. âItâs about the kid. Megumi.â
You quirk a brow, curious. It wasnât often that Gojo brought up his newly acquired children. âDonât tell me you lost him at the grocery store.â
âThat only happened once, and it was completely his fault! This is about his technique.â
âItâs manifested already?â you ask, suddenly extremely invested in this conversation. âIsnât he, like, five or something?â
Gojo tilts his shades down to stare at you amusedly. âHeâs seven. Almost eight.â
âReally? Heâs small for his age,â Shoko comments mildly as Gojo shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
âYeah, but donât tell him that. He may have the height of a five year old, but heâs got the attitude of a thirteen year old. He will hurt your feelings,â he sniffs, and you wonder if he speaks from experience.
âDid you come here to tell us that youâre being bullied by a seven year old? What do you want us to do?â you ask, unable to bite back your smile. âTell Yaga-sensei?â
âNo,â Gojo grumbles, sticking his tongue out at you, a gesture which you return. âI want you to help me teach him how to use Ten Shadows. Youâre the only other person I know thatâs inherited and knows how to use it.â
Youâd been messing with Gojo up until now, but this makes you pause. It was always a possibility for the kid to inherit the same technique as you, and now that it was reality, you wereâŚexcited. Excited to teach a young sorcerer in the way you had wished youâd been taught.
âOkay,â you agree, and Gojo looks momentarily surprised by your easy compliance. âBut weâre gonna need some fly heads.â
â
âWhy canât Gojo-sensei teach me how to use my technique?â
Something clenches in Satoruâs chest as he watches you kneel in front of the small boy, smiling sweetly.
âBecause that goofy beanstalkâs inherited technique isnât nearly as cool as ours, so he doesnât fully understand how it works yet.â
Ah, always so sweet until you open that pretty mouth of yours.
Youâre merely gesturing around the room, but Megumiâs already showing more interest than he does during a full conversation with Satoru himself (the strongest sorcerer in the world, not that his kid was concerned).
âYou may notice that the shadows around youâŚrespond whenever youâre feeling things like anger or anxietyâ Did Gojo-sensei teach you how to control your flow of cursed energy?â
From his spot against the wall, Satoru draws a deeper than normal breath. He likes the way Gojo-sensei sounds coming from your lips.
âYeah,â Megumi replies, pointing to the bandage on his pudgy little cheek. âWith the stuffed bear that punches.â
âItâs an unorthodox method,â you grimace, cutting a glare in Satoruâs direction. âBut that makes this lesson easier.â
You hold your hands out in front of you, and Gojo watches as your cursed energy pulses around you, your shadows swirling in response to your jujutsu.
The Ten Shadows technique has always intrigued him. Heâs seen - through you - how its versatility and power could easily outclass the strongest sorcerers and special grade curses.
Satoru knows heâs the strongest, but you? Youâre a close second.
âWe can hide a lot of things in our shadows. Like weapons,â you reach into one at your side, pulling a jet-black sword. âOrâŚwallets.â
Satoru can hear the smile in your voice when you hand Megumi a familiar black bi-fold, patting his pockets and groaning when he realizes theyâre empty.
He should have known you didnât put your hand on his thigh for no reason while he was driving.
Megumi giggles as you set the wallet in his palm, and his mouth falls open, because the kidâs never done more than scowl around him. Were you already his favourite?
You continue your lesson, clasping your hands together to summon one of your dogs. âBut the best part is our shikigami.â Megumiâs eyes widen in awe as the dog dutifully flanks your side. âBasic shikigami users usually use a talisman as an intermediary, but we use our shadows. Do you know how to make shadow puppets?â
You smile when the boy nods, helping him position his little hands to form a dog. âGood. Now focus your cursed energy into it.â
Itâs adorable, the way Megumi squeezes his eyes shut and concentrates so hard. Whatâs even more adorable is the way your eyes light up and you cheer when two little puppies appear at Megumiâs feet, tails wagging eagerly as they look up at their summoner.
âSatoru,â you call over your shoulder (and his heart absolutely does not begin to beat a little faster hearing you say his first name). âThe fly head?â
âOh, right,â he chuckles, recalling his role as assistant in this lesson, reaching into the box and pulling the low-level curse out by its neck, holding it out as far from his body as he can.
Eyes still on Megumi, you let out a quick, sharp whistle, and your white dog snarls, lunging forward and tearing the curse from Satoruâs hand. Itâs teeth rip into the thing, powerful jaw crushing and tearing until the curse is nothing but pulp. (Heâs seen that dog take on curses five times its size and win, this was but the tip of the iceberg when showcasing Ten Shadows.)
âThey eat the curses?â Megumi asks, sounding more surprised than scared, like any normal seven-year old would be.
(Then again, heâs Tojiâs kid.)
âThe dogs do, yes,â you explain, rubbing your dog behind its ears before releasing it. âBut like your other shikigami, they can also be trained for offense or support.â
âCan you teach me how to train them?â Megumi asks, glancing up at you hopefully, his puppies piled into his lap.
Youâd have to be absolutely heartless to say no to him.
Satoru smiles a little when your expression softens. âOf course I will,â you tell him, then nod your head back towards him. âDonât forget about your Gojo-sensei, though. Heâs quite good at hand-to-hand combat, and the only thing more valuable than a sorcerer with Ten Shadows, is one who can also throw a punch. You want to fight alongside your shikigami.â
Megumi nods enthusiastically, and itâs perhaps the most excited heâs seen the kid react to the idea of spending more time with him.
â
âYou ever think about it?â He asks as he walks you back to your dorm later that night. The last tendrils of sun stream through the windows, bathing the hall in warm streaks of sunset.
âThink about what?â You hum in reply, swinging the bag of kikufuku between you two.
âTeaching.â
You snort lightly at that. âYeah, right.â
âIâm serious,â Satoru laughs, nudging you slightly. âYou were really good with the kid.â
âWe have the same technique,â you shrug. âAnd heâs one kid, not a classroom of them.â
âWe could do it together,â he suggests lightly. âYou, me, Shoko, Utahime, even Nanami. Weâre always here between missions anyway.â
You pause in the middle of the hall, turning to stare at him, your eyes searching his. âYouâŚreally do want to teach.â
âI do,â he nods. âThe world is changing, and jujutsu needs to do the same. It needs people like you and me to lead that change, and it starts with us teaching kids like Megumi.â
Your gaze seems to soften, switching your shopping bag to your other hand and interlocking your fingers with his.
âOkay, letâs do it. Together.â
Satoru canât help but smile, using your hand to pull you closer, leaning down and peppering your face in kisses until you squeal, begging him to stop between giggles.
âBy the way, can you start calling me Gojo-sensei in bed?â
cw: free use, cisfem reader with feminine nicknames , power dynamics, cigarettes, female receiving oral, choking, overstimulation, rough sex, degradation, praise, reader has pubic hair, biting, Zeke is mean. breeding kink
A/N: idk just enjoy yourself
The terms of your arrangement have been clear since the beginning.
âYou live here for free. I take care of your food and give you a little pocket change.â Zeke pulls hard from his cigarette, letting you sit in the silence until it grows uncomfortable. âAnd all I get in return is unlimited stress relief.â
You stare into your reflection in his glasses. He exhales, letting the thin smoke curl into the air. âDrink your tea. I made it just for you.â
You obey, immediately bringing the mug to your lips. Zeke murmurs something under his breath and you swear you almost catch fragments of the word obedient.
âStress relief.â you repeat. Zeke picks up the sugar dish by the rim, holding it out to you wordlessly.
âDid I stutter?â
âI just-â you take the dish from him, dropping a couple sugar cubes into your drink and watching them slowly crumble and dissolve. âWhat does that entail? Iâm your personal stress ball?â
He smiles too wide to be innocent, âSomething like that.â
summary: you're an absolute idiot and he's blind
pairing: porco galliard x fem!reader (modern AU)
warnings & content: pure unfiltered fluff, some angst, swearing, alcohol
word count: ~6k
a/n: i absolutely have no words for how sad this fic can become at some point. and no, i did not bother editing it || @sasha-geyo
âHi, welcome to Titanic Coffees, Iâm Y/N, what can I get you?â Your voice is a mix of bored and exhausted, your gestures resembling a zombie that just canât be bothered to function today.
âYou hiring?â
The very familiar voice has you lift your eyes from the register to the man in front of you, and his presence brings a smile to your face, something you havenât done since your shift started.
âPokko! Why the fuck would you want to torture yourself here? I think Iâve complained enough about how bad this job is.â
âInflation, babe. My rentâs gone up.â
âThatâs fucked up and you should sue them.â
âAlready asked Mikasa about this and I canât. Fixed contract. Iâm just gonna have to put up with your shit here.â
Oh, Porco. You knew him since you were, what? Two years old? Youâre pretty sure he was still wearing a diaper when you met him, and practically grew up with him. He was your best friend, your cornerstone, the foundation of your house and all kinds of metaphors and similes that describe just how much he means to you.
And the feeling is mutual â Porco would absolutely murder for you (or just use you as an excuse to throw hands), heâs been your shoulder to cry on when you had your heart broken, he was there to pick you up when youâve been stood up, and letâs not forget that one time he sent Floch to the hospital just because he looked at you the wrong way.
You two were inseparable â same primary school, same high school, same college, and, same university, but different degrees. For someone whoâs a complete dumbass, Porco studied arts â âfor the tits-â âNOT FOR THE TITS, Y/N!â â and youâve finished a nice little major in fine art and film. Which, naturally, would end up in both of you being homeless if not for him being an apprentice in a tattoo parlour, and you working in this shitty coffee shop.
If anyone didnât know the two of you, theyâd be thinking youâve been married for at least three years, thatâs how domestic you were. Sure, neither of you wasted any time insulting the other, that was just your love language, but the way he held you while watching movies, or how heâd take care of you when you were sick, or how eager you were to cook his favourite food whenever he hung out at your place was visible proof to any stranger that you were in a relationship. But to your friends, nobody questioned your behaviour, because thatâs how everyone else in the group treated you, right? Except, Eren doesnât seem too concerned when youâre sick, and Jean doesnât hold you in his arms, and Armin doesnât stop by your workplace to make sure youâve had enough food.
Youâve always brushed this behaviour off as just growing up together and being very close, so naturally, when he gets the job at the coffee shop, youâre excited to work with him. The shop is already understaffed, and having an extra hand would help, plus itâs your best friend working with you, not a stranger, and so itâs going to make everything a lot more comfortable, both for you and for him, right? Thereâs nothing that can go wrong.
*
Sashaâs the first to notice. It took her about 20 years, but she notices. She knows you and Connie better than she knows herself, and when she stops at the coffee shop and sees you smiling like an idiot, she knows. But she doesnât say anything. Then Armin puts two and two together, by accident, when he calls you to ask for advice in his relationship with Annie and hears you laughing so hard at what seemed to be Porco tickling you at the other end of the line.
âSorry, I know youâre serious, âMin, but do you mind if I get back to you later?â
And so, one by one, every single person that is friends with either your or Porco starts to see just how obviously in love you are with one another â everyone, butyou two.
What you dobegin to notice is how frequent your friends begin to show up at the coffee shop, like theyâre coming to a goddamn museum, because why the fuck wonât they stop staring at you and Porco? You bring their orders (on the house, your manager doesnât give a shit) and slightly bend over the table, hand gripping the wooden edge.
âAlright, you fuckers, spill the beans, give me the tea.â
Absolutely puzzled, they just stare at you like youâre some kind of wild animal with rabies, ready to bite.
âNo gossip? Then why are you looking at me like someone died?â
âY/N, since-â
âAh, there you are!â Porco canât resist the temptation of leaving a handprint on your asscheek before plopping next to Eren.
âWassup, dipshits?â
Utter silence.
Itâs like youâre at a funeral â everyone is either serious, shocked or confused. And even Porco picks up on their behaviour.
âYo, who died?â He asks, and his eyes land on you, a hand covering your mouth as you chuckle.
âThatâs what I said.â You tell him, and he fist bumps you.
Theyâre mortified. Each and every one of them is too stunned to speak, except Eren. He knows you donât know shit, he knows you havenât even had sex yet, he knows because heâs been in pretty much the same situation with Mikasa before he ended up drunk calling her and confessing. He knows youâre both idiots.
âConnieâs dignity died when he dropped his weed in a puddle outside.â Eren saves the day, because now everyone is groaning and complaining, even Connieâs own girlfriend.
âWhat the fuck, Eren? I thought you werenât going to snitch, man.â
You excuse yourself when a customer walks in, and Porco follows behind you, picking up a few empty cups from other tables. He sees your narrowed eyes and the frown on your face. Oh, no, youâre thinking, and that never ends up well.
âWhatâs on your mind?â He asks between you taking the clientâs order and him washing the dishes.
âTheyâre acting so strange.â You smile after handing the receipt to the customer. âLike theyâre hiding something. Donât you think?â You slide the milk jug to Porco and he catches it, as if he predicted your move.
âNow that you mention it, they are acting kind of sus.â He throws you the cocktail spoon and you move to the sink while he finishes the beverage.
âDo you think Armin wants to propose?â You glance at your friends from the corner of your eye and catch Eren telling them something. Whatever heâs saying, they stopped staring.
âNo way, Annie was on board with them, Iâve never seen her so⌠curious. Tell me, is there something on my face, Y/N?â He hands the client their drink and spins around, a grave look on his face. You squint, trying very hard to find an imperfection but, as always, heâs perfect.
âNope, you look as handsome as ever. What about me?â You close your eyes and lean forward.
âPretty as a picture.â Porco boops your nose and you shrug.
âThen whatâs their problem?â
âI donât know but shit, itâs almost 1 pm, I need to go to the tattoo parlour.â He takes his apron off and dashes to the back room.
âWhat time is your break?â You shout as he scrambles to find all of his belongings and go to his second job.
âThree oâclock to half past three.â Heâs out the door but then he sticks his head back inside. âDonât bring me anything, Iâll just go to the shop down the street.â
âFuck off and have a nice day! See you at three!â
It was a habit you picked up since even before Porco started working at Titanic Coffees (whoever named it that way should burn in hell). You both took your lunch breaks at the same time, so that you can bring him a cup of coffee and a sandwich, and today is no different. Your friends left soon after Porco, and time passed in pure slow motion until 3 pm. But when you saw Floch come for his shift, you knew it was time to eat. You didnât even tell him hello, you just hung your apron in your little closet in the back room and fucked off.
âI told you not to come.â Porco scoffs, reluctantly grabbing the sandwich.
âAm I embarrassing you when youâre trying to pick up chicks?â You mock him, but hearing yourself say that made your stomach churn. Suddenly youâre not hungry.
âBelieve me, I have no trouble picking up chicks. Here, let me show you.â
âN-no, I believe you.â You stop him before he makes a fool of himself (or before that nasty feeling kicks in again â itâs weird and disgusting and you donât want to ever feel it again).
âThanks for the food and the drink, but you have to stop doing this. You canât keep giving out free coffee.â He seems almost concerned for your future.
âYeah, I can, I donât want to spend a lifetime in this shitty coffee shop. I want to actually use my degree.â You nibble on your sandwich, and a wave of questions is suddenly hitting you. What do you want to do? Do you want to leave this city? Leave the country? Get married? Have a fulfilling career? Wow, you didnât stop and think until now, did you?
âYou did fine art, maybe you can join me here and be my apprentice.â He so nonchalantly suggests, and now you stop and think. Sure, you can draw, but you're nowhere near as good as Porco is. And you didn't do fine art, you minored in it. Your major is still film. But no matter where you see yourself in two, ten, twenty years, the image of Porco's shit-eating grin is in your mind.
You are going to be friends until then, too, right? When you get a boyfriend and he gets a girlfriend, you're still going to be friends, right? When he gets married, you'll be by his side, right? Only, you don't want to be friends in two, ten or twenty years.
You like him. No, you love him.
"Earth to Y/N, you still with me?" Porco flicks your forehead and you come to your sense, panic written all over your face.
"I need to go." You abruptly get up, not giving a shit about your unfinished coffee or sandwich.
"Go where? Your break isn't over yet." God, he knows you so well.
"I've got stuff to do."
"Bullshit, I know your schedule inside-out. What's... wrong?" Porcoâs voice dies down when you're already out the door of his workplace and in the coffee shop.
"Who got your panties in a twist?" Floch tries his luck but you shut him down quickly.
"Fuck off, you slimy git." And you're in the freezer room, shivering to the bone, unlocked phone in your hand. You take a good look at what pictures you have with Porco in your gallery and, yes, you're undoubtedly and indisputably in love with your best friend.
Fuck.
*
Five (5) new messages from Pokko Loco:
You okay?
Where did you go? Pieck said you didn't have any plans and now i'm worried for your sorry ass.
Yo, did i say anything offensive?
I mean, i always say offensive shit but you never got mad, right?
Call me maybe?
Hi, sorry for storming off, I remembered I have an interview tomorrow and I need to prep. Good night.
In the two decades that you've known Porco, you never lied to him. Not when you got your first period, not when you had your first kiss, not even when you lost your virginity. And now youâre lying to his face. It feels like you're cheating on your boyfriend.
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me?" You groan, head buried in your pillow. It's easy to be evasive when you're both at work, because you have shit to do and can't always talk. But at night, when you lay alone in your bed, in dim lights and complete silence, you can't avoid him anymore. He's always in your mind, and the one time you can't push him out if your brain is before sleep. Sure, he's always been in your mind even before you had this epiphany, but now you can feel your chest tightening, your breath heavier whenever your phone vibrates. Because you would want the feeling to be mutual, to have him profess his undying love to you and actually be in a relationship with him, not just act like you're in one. But you know that is never going to happen, because he probably only sees you as a very close friend and that's that.
Ding! One (1) new message from Pokko Loco:
Oh, shit, good luck then! What time is it?
For fuck's sake, you can't back down now, can you? It would probably be better to have it when he has his shift, so you don't have to give anymore bullshit excuses.
10 am. It's an assessment and all that shit so I'll be working half a day tomorrow.
Wow, you feel horrible. You do the unspeakable act of texting Floch fucking Forster to cover your shift tomorrow, and surprisingly he doesn't complain too much, only a little. You promise you'll hook him up your second cousin twice removed and he shuts up.
Ding! One (1) new message from Pokko Loco:
Aww, i'm gonna miss your purdy face :( I'll bring you lunch, you brew the coffee ;)
Fuck, he doesn't make it any easier for you to be evasive, does he? And you can't live the rest of your life in love with your best friend.
I won't be taking my lunch break, I'll skip it and go home earlier since I'll probably be very tired after the interview. Aaaaanyway, I'm gonna hit the hay. Good night.
He knows. He knows something is wrong with you because you never put a full stop after your last sentence, and heâs not an idiot. But the more he stares at his phone, the more he becomes worried.
Alright then, good luck and good night <3
Porco waits for a reply but it doesn't come. He thinks you must've fallen asleep already, even if it's out of character for you to fall asleep without insulting him in some way, so, naturally, he texts Sasha.
Ayo, Sash, what job did Y/N apply for?
I didn't know she applied for one, why?
She said she has an interview tomorrow and i was confused cause she didn't tell me anything about it
Maybe she doesn't want to jinx it?
Fair. Aight, g'night
His brain is short-circuiting because you tell him everything, yet you didn't tell him something so important? Oooh, maybe you have a boyfriend.
A boyfriend.
Somehow, the thought of you in a relationship with some dude makes Porco furious. He doesn't understand why, he's just your friend. A very close and personal friend. A friend who holds your hair when you throw up, a friend who holds you in his arms when you watch a horror movie, a friend who brings you painkillers and chocolate when you're on your period, a friend who tells you how pretty you are when you're feeling down, a friend who fantasies about moving in with you, a friend who sometimes (always) thinks about you when he jacks off.
Is he in love with you?
Nah.
Or?
"Fuck my life." Porco throws the duvet off of him and sits up. He can't believe what he's about to do, but he does it anyway.
"Heeeeeey, Eren, buddy, pal, amigo, wassup?"
"Galliard, it's past your bedtime. Give me one good why I shouldn't hang up right now."
âRight, listen, I have this friend and-â
âAlright, good night.â
âWait wait wait, hear me out. And whatever you do, do not put me on speaker. I donât want Mikasa to hear this.â
âFine.â Eren groans, proceeding to do exactly that. âGo on.â
âSo, this friend of mine, right? He just realised heâs in love with his best friend, and, like, heâs known this girl all his life. And he doesnât want to fuck up their friendship cause he can be an asshole sometimes, yeah?â
âYeah.â
âRight, so what I wanna ask you is what should I do?â
âYou?â Porco can feel Erenâs sneer through the phone.
âAs in what should I tell him, fuckface.â
âMy bad, pea-brain. Do I get to think about this or do you want an answer now?â
âNow, preferably.â
âAight, tell your friend to confess.â
âWhat? No!â Porco screeches at his phone.
âGalliard, you called me for advice, this is the advice. Take it or leave it.â
âUgh, how the fuck are you the reasonable one?â
*
Youâre sat in bed in the usual foetus position that you morph into when shit hits the fan. Itâs 10 am and youâve switched your phone off for the supposed interview. Hoping and praying that none of your friends will show up at your workplace today, you decide to finally drag yourself out of bed and take a shower.
You canât possibly love Porco, right? Itâs just the comfort, the fact that youâre used to being around him all the time.
Oh, who are you trying to fool? You love him â you adore his shitty jokes, his innuendos, his prefect face and gelled back hair, how annoying and caring he can be at the same time, and you especially love how you get lost in his eyes whenever heâs looking at you with that grin, like heâs about to do something stupid to lift up your mood.
What if he does like you? What if heâs into you and you just didnât see it until now?
Nope, heâs been in relationships before, heâs been happy, and you sure as hell wasnât the reason of his breakups, because if you were, you shouldâve known by know. Oh, well, time to put on a show, just in case he spots you from the tattoo parlour. Jesus, why did the coffee shop have to be right across the street from his workplace? Well, you canât move an entire cafĂŠ, can you?
Youâre taking your sweet time doing your hair and putting on makeup to try and trick people into thinking youâve actually been to an interview, hell, you even wear your best pencil skirt to have that professional aura around you, even if youâre going to change when you get to work. This lie is going pretty far, but if anyone asks, youâll just tell them youâve been rejected. Maybe you should actually look for a job.
At 12 pm you leave your flat, making sure to go on a completely different route to make your story more believable. Right now you really need a friend to talk to, ask for advice, but the problem is, the only one you talk about feelings is Porco, and you canât just go up to him, be like âay, so Iâve liked you for 20 years, how about we hook up?â
Unless⌠you can?
You are a genius. Thatâs exactly what youâre going to do! Youâre going to tell Porco you have a friend thatâs been in love with their best friend for a long time and ask him what he would do! Brilliant, flawless plan, because according to his answer, you know what to do next. Why didnât you think about this before?
Feeling slightly, better, you actually find yourself smiling, strolling down the street in your uncomfortably tight skirt, but thereâs no time to think about that. You get to the coffee shop, excited by your stupid amazing idea, and lo and behold, Porco hasnât left for his other job. Youâre so close to jumping into his arms for a hug, like you normally do, but you canât, not after that epiphany. Besides, he has his back facing you.
âPokko!â You get up on your toes, hands behind your back like youâre hiding something from him. âIâm back from my interview.â
âOh, hi!â He smiles, but he seems hesitant. Fuck, what if he knows? Heâs always seen right through your bullshit, what if he sees through you now? âSorry, I canât stay for long, I need to go to the tattoo parlour.â
âRight, yes, of course.â You go behind the bar and he finally notices your outfit. He canât remember ever seeing you dressed in something so tight, and his mind wanders a place he didnât want to be while at work. âHey, before you go, I need to ask you something.â
âGo on.â Porco takes off the apron and throws it over his shoulder. Something about the movement made you notice his muscles better. Was he always this buff and toned?
âSo, you see, thereâs this girl I know, from uni,â You explain, trying not to give out too many details, âand she just realised sheâs in love with her best friend. And she asked me for advice, but I told her Iâd mull over it because, honestly, I donât know what to tell her. And, weâll, youâre a dude, what would you expect if you were in his shoes?â
âFunny you should ask, I know a guy who is exactly in the same situation.â He tilts his head, clearly lost in thought.
âWho?â You question him, brow quirked. Most of his friends are your friends, and you donât know anyone who can possibly be in this situation.
âGuy from work, doesnât matter. I asked Eren and he said the dude should confess.â
âYou asked Eren? Damn, Galliard, must be a good friend if you did the unspeakable act of talking to Eren.â You laugh, and he canât stop staring at the way your chest rises and falls with each chuckle.
âYeah, well, I figured since he was in the same boat with Mikasa a few year ago, heâd know better.â
God damn it, why didnât you think about asking Mikasa or Eren?
âRight, so you think she should confess?â You press on, and he takes one quick look at the time.
âShit, yeah, why not, whatâs the worst thing that could happen?â Porco stumbles into the back room and you follow because your shift is starting and you need to change. Heâs seen you half-naked before, so you just shrug and unbutton your shirt.
âThe worst that could happen is for their friendship to end.â
âWell,â He turns around, head first into your pink bra, âcover yourself, wench. What if Floch walks in?â
âAh, so what, he gets to see a titty.â You laugh but your little joke isnât amusing to Porco. âNot funny?â You ask and he shakes his head.
âYou know I donât like it when you have to be alone with him.â He pouts, but his tense muscles betray his anger.
âPokko, youâre literally across the street. You see everything that happens in here.â
âBut not the back room!â He slams his fist onto the door of his locker. You knew Porco to be aggressive and abrasive, but he really didnât have to leave a dent in the metal door.
Your hand instinctively touches his shoulder in an attempt to reassure him that everything will be fine, and in a way, to test yourself and see if you can still be comfortable around him, knowing that you fucking love him, and you canât. As if you touched molten lava, you retract your hand, turn around and put your apron over your clothes.
âYou okay? Am I that hot?â
âYouâre late for work.â You deadpan, exiting the back room. You canât do this anymore, you canât be friends with him if you canât even touch his goddamn arm. Heâs left confused, and when he walks out of the back room, youâre nowhere to be seen.
âBathroom.â Floch has a sneer on his face that Porco really wants to erase with a punch, but at least he knows where you are. Jeez, since when is he so concerned? Youâre a grown ass woman, not a child, you can take care of yourself. He knows you carry pepper spray everywhere.
But you found refuge in the bathroom to contemplate your options. Right now, thereâs three of them.
You can either, A, just fucking tell Porco how you feel, B, try to get over your feelings for him and keep being friends or C, never get over your feelings, end up bitter and sabotaging his future relationships because youâre petty and canât stand seeing him happy.
Itâs going to be A. It has to be A. C cannot possibly be an option because you will hate yourself for choosing it, and you know too damn well you canât get over him to be choosing B.
Besides, he said it himself, your hypothetical friend should confess. But you donât have the balls to do it. Maybe tell him through a text? No, thatâs pathetic. A note? So pathetic. For the time being, youâll focus on work and just push this thought away.
*
Sasha drags you into the bathroom, music muffled when she shuts the door. Youâre so confused, one minute you were having fun, drinking and forgetting most of your worries, the next youâre stuck in Erenâs bathroom with Sasha, who is giving you such a condescending look. You wait, like a child waiting to be chastised by their parents, uncomfortably sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
âSash, why so serious?â You stick thumbs in your mouth and pretend youâre the Joker. Fuck, youâre drunk.
âYou wanna tell me why the fuck is Jean so touchy with you?â
âWeâreâ hiccup âdating.â
âSince when?â
âSince I found out Iâm in love with P-â hiccup âPorco.â
Sheâs about to slap you into sobriety, you know it by the stern look on her face.
âAre you out of your goddamn mind?â
âRelaaaaaaax, Sash,â hiccup ââs nothing serious, Jean knows it, I know it, now you know it.â You giggle, your ass sliding in the bathtub until youâre stuck, like a cockroach on its back. Jesus, youâre a mess. Ever since you chose option A, confess, youâve done nothing but the opposite. Youâve been drinking, dating, fucking, and most importantly, avoiding Porco.
And itâs not like he didnât try. He still texted you, talked to you at work, but youâve just been so cold, he stopped doing all the little things that made you happy. You two were falling apart and it was all your fault. You say you donât care, say that people come and go, but youâre in so much heartache that this is the only way you can cope.
âYou need to talk to him.â
âFuck. No.â You still struggle getting up and Sasha doesnât give you a single finger to help. âI pushed him away, heâs seen the worst in me, now he canâ hiccup âlive his life.â
âYouâre an idiot. Youâve both been in love with each other for as long as I can remember, youâre just too stupid to acknowledge that.â She bluntly tells you, but you canât give yourself false hope. Besides, itâs a bit too late.
âMeh, even if we were to talk- no, even if he did like me, heâs probably over it by now. Been a month.â You finally get the help you need from your friend and get up. Sashaâs holding you by the shoulders, worry in her eyes.
âYouâre self-destructing, Y/N.â
Shit. You knew this, but to hear it so loud and clear is just too much. You can feel saliva pooling up in your mouth, a sing that youâre about to cry, and you bury your head in Sashaâs arms to muffle the sounds about to come out of your mouth. For a few moments, thatâs all youâre doing â crying. It feels liberating to let the tears fall, even if youâre going to ruin her shirt with your runny mascara and snot, but sheâs taking full responsibility.
âWhy the fuck am I so stupid, Sash?â You howl in the bathroom, and youâre so glad the music is loud. âIâve been bitching about how I might ruin our friendship if I confess, and look what Iâve done by notconfessing. He probably hates me.â
âShh, there, there.â Sasha brushes her fingers through your hair. âIf anything, he couldâve said something, too.â
âFor the last time, he doesnâtlike me.â Your throat is dry, voice hoarse.
She rolls her eyes but doesnât dare say anything. Youâre not in the right mental state to have this conversation, so Sasha just holds you. Itâs going to be a long road to reconcile with Porco.
Before you go home, you end it with Jean. Sure, neither of you got attached, and neither of you planned to get attached, but it was encouraging to hear him say âgo get your manchild.â You walk back home, grateful that you donât live too far away from Erenâs place, and, like the queen of sadness that you are, rain starts pouring from the night sky, matching your mood. Itâs fine, you deserve it, you think. You just hope youâre not going to get mugged, stabbed or assaulted on your way home.
Hey. Can we talk?
You donât know what possessed you to send Porco that text, but you did and you canât unsend it now.
Ding! One (1) message from Porco Galliard:
Itâs 1 am. I have work tomorrow.
Right, of course. You forgot heâs not an apprentice anymore and works full shifts at the tattoo parlour.
Youâre right. Sorry.
Pathetic.
Youâre pathetic thinking a âhey can we talkâ is going to fix everything.
Ding! One (1) message from Porco Galliard:
Are you okay tho?
Even if youâre an absolute fucking idiot, he still cares. Even worse, he still loves you, despite how cold you were with him. You really donât deserve him as a friend, let alone a boyfriend. Seeing you with Jean, though, thatâs what really put him off from ever trying to confess his feelings.
No. I havenât been okay in a long time. Sorry for bothering you though, good night!
Porco absolutely hates you right now. Not because of how you treated him, not because of the text you sent him, but because no matter what heâs doing, who heâs fucking, how much heâs drinking, he canât seem to get over you and your stupid smile.
Ding! One (1) message from Porco Galliard:
Are you home?
Thatâs a strange question to ask, you think, drying your phone with the back of your sleeve.
Almost lol. I just wished it stopped raining.
Ding! One (1) message from Porco Galliard:
Youâre walking home??
Yes? Iâm walking from Erenâs, itâs close.
Youâve walked down this road so many times lol
Hello?
Pokko?
Wow, you havenât called him that nickname in a long time. It feels strange to do it now, but thereâs still some alcohol in your system.
Ding! One (1) message from Porco Galliard:
Share me your location, Iâm picking you up.
Ugh, fine. There.
You press send and keep walking. You canât just sit in the rain and wait, besides, heâll see where you are on the map. The more you walk, however, the more you sober up and process what exactly happened. You know what, fuck it. Youâll tell Porco exactly whatâs going on in your heart and mind. Youâve already fucked this friendship up, it canât get any worse. At least heâll know, and youâll finally be able to move on, finally free from the constraints of an unrequited love.
But youâre tired. So tired of walking, drinking, pretending. And you miss him so much. You crave his voice, his warm hugs, his insults and jokes. Oh, how you wished you had the balls to confess at the right time. Then you wouldn't have to go through so much shit now. But maybe you deserve it. After all, Porco did tell your hypothetical friend to confess, and you didn't, so it technically is on you. Tears well up again, and you just sit on the concrete pavement, crying your heart out. The lights from a car almost blind you, but you're relieved to see Porco coming out of it.
"Y/N, are you okay? Did someone hurt y-"
"I can't do this anymore, man. I'm tired. I'm sick of acting like this."
"Then stop it." He offers his hand to help you up but you just slap it away. "Y/N, get in the damn car." His voice is grave, almost angry.
"Why did you even come here? I've been nothing but a bitch."
"You're still a bitch." Porco walks behind you, crouches and shoves his forearms under your armpits. "Come on, get up."
"Oh my God, what are you, ten?" You try to push yourself away from him but he's far too strong. "I'm trying to be serious! Let me go, you dipshit!"
"No." He clasps his hands together and picks you up. His body is so warm, you could just melt in his arms. "You're a fucking cretin and you're driving me mad."
"Yeah, well, takes one to know one." You give up on trying get him off of your back and instead accept it, pressing your head into the crook of his neck, rain falling down onto your bodies.
"Talk to me." He whispers in your ear. "Why have you been acting this way?"
"Ugh, I just... I want things to go back to the way they were."
"And they will if you just stop shutting yourself in."
"Trust me, after what I'm about to tell you, nothing will be the same." You sigh for the hundredth time today.
"Jesus, what did you do? Kill a man?" He presses his chin onto your forehead.
"That would be easier to confess." You close your eyes and the rain stops. "Look, I-"
"I love you." Porco cuts you off and your eyes are now wide open.
"You what?"
"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I figured something was off when you mentioned that shitty interview which, by the way, I know was a lie."
"Then why the fuck didn't you say something? Anything?" You turn around, still in his arms.
"Because you thought it would be a good idea to avoid me, dumbass. The fuck was I supposed to do? Show up at your door with roses and champagne?"
"Shit, I didn't think that far ahead." You avert your gaze but he lifts your chin with his fingers.
"You didn't, because you only thought about yourself. Did you ever stop and think about what this was doing to me?"
"No." You're ashamed to admit. "No, and I'm sorry! I was selfish but I was scared. I know nothing can excuse my behaviour, but I was terrified because I love you! I didn't think you'd love me back! What? Why are you laughing?"
"Say it again." Porco grins, his hand cupping your cheek.
"I fucking love you, assface!" You shout at him, and his eyes light up. Youâve never seen him so happy in all twenty years since youâve known him, and you realise youâve never been so happy either. Porco pulls you closer to him, one hand resting on your waist, the other brushing the wet strands of hair out of your face. âI love you so much, and I never want to go through not talking to you for a month ever again.â
âIâm gonna ask for a refund if you do that.â He pulls you closer to him, lips pressing onto yours into a feverish kiss. It all feels like a dream, ethereal and unreal, but it is real, it is happening, and you love every second of it.
âIâm never going to let you go, Galliard.â
"Good, now get in the goddamn car, my balls are wet.
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eren teaches you an important lesson on sexuality.
NOTE: happy 666!! this is overdue n we past 666, but a celebration :)
PAIRING: eren jaeger x f!reader
GENRE: smut, dark
WORD COUNT: 2.6k
WARNINGS: sacrilege, dubcon, sexual coercion, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, corruption kink, exhibitionism, slut shaming, mentions of toxic ex, manipulation, dacryphilia, marking, squirting, breathplay (choking)
Eren Jaeger was known for being prim and proper.
The beloved pastorâs son who abided by the laws of the bible, shaping every single decision, every single change based on the piece of scripture. A model for men and women alike, church being the center of his life, branching out in all different directions. He doesnât just use these verses as a guide for his own life, he impacts the people around him, influencing their decisions, creating a desire for them.
And you were dirty, as your parents had described in an hour long lecture. How would you ever let your boyfriend touch you like that? Why would you ever? A slut, they had said. You should have been the God honoring girl they raised you to be, the disciplined believer. You should be more like Eren Jaeger, they said.
Itâs not long before they have a deep, long conversation with Grisha Jaeger, who is somehow less judgemental than your actual parents. When he asks, his son doesnât mind giving someoneâs daughter extra bible study lessons, and though he doesnât show it, heâs elated, a hint of excitement in his voice when he accepts the offer. Heâs excited to share his faith, what heâs learned, how he deals with being your model Christian teenager in an increasingly sinful world.