Pieck X Reader - Blog Posts

Lookalike - Pieck

(Pieck x Reader) - Word Count: 1.9k

Creature: mythological beings capable of therianthropy, changing from seal to human form by shedding their skin

Warnings: Con-Noncon (human guise), Thigh-Riding,  Slight Degradation, Unintentional Cheating

Extra Notes: Next up for Halloween we have some spooky Pieck Finger!

The walk through the woods was lonely since nobody wanted to join you in going night-swimming. You were camping with your entire friend group - all seven of them - and not a single one of them cared about going swimming with you. You were certain all of your friends were boring for not joining you, including your boring ass girlfriend who declined the offer as well.

At least she did it nicely, you hated to admit, Pieck basically coddled you before declining the offer whereas the rest of your friends didn’t care so much about your emotions. Mikasa said no before you even had the full question out of your mouth, and Sasha and Connie admitted the s’mores they were making were more important. Armin just shrugged without giving you a solid answer, but Eren declined for both of them. Which at that point only left Jean’s answer, but he seemed to be avoiding you to get away from breaking your heart.

So now you walk alone on the dirt path through the woods, searching for the lake your friends had pointed you into the direction of. It would be easier if they could’ve just shown you where the water is considering they were the ones who discovered it earlier. You were too headstrong to head back now, you knew if you had to use their help, you’d rather just admit defeat and stay with them by the fire instead.

But, lucky for your swimsuit, you hated admitting defeat.

You finally found the lake only a few minutes after some whispered cursing and lighthearted wishes of your friend’s downfalls. The full moon hung high in the sky and reflected nicely over the surface of the water, rippling along with the light lake’s light waves. The sight was beautiful, well worth the ten minute terrifyingly lonely walk through the dark woods.

Once you had stepped onto the sand surrounding the lake, you reached down to slip your sandals from your feet before taking off the outer layer of your clothes. You let your soft shorts fall down your legs and to the sand below you with one solid push, and then you pull your shirt over your head and let it fall beside your shorts and shoes.

Now that you were standing by yourself on the shore of Titan Lake, you wondered why exactly you were even wearing a swimsuit. It wasn’t like anyone joined you and would be uncomfortable by your naked body, you were completely by yourself out here - and even a solid ten minute walk from everyone else. Nobody would happen upon you skinny dipping, if you were to do so, so why not?

You unclasped the back of your bikini top and let the fall on top of your other discarded clothing. With your chest out and glowing due to the moon’s beautiful silver shine, you felt confident enough in your decision to let your bikini bottoms follow suit of your top.

You walked slowly into the water, feeling magical. You understood now all of those stories of witches who used to dance naked around the forest at night, if given the opportunity, you were now sure you’d join them. Being naked underneath the night sky made your confidence peak.

The water felt like ice against your body, but you suffered through until the surface was up to your shoulders, covering your entire body. Chills spread across your skin as your body numbed to the temperature of the water, making you feel a comfortable middle - neither warm nor cold.

You were so distracted by the cold water and the new feeling across your body that you nearly missed the sound of leaves rustling along the shore of the lake. You quickly threw your hands over your body as if the person could even see that you were naked - and even if they could, your hands couldn’t cover enough of your body for you to feel decent about it.

“Who’s there?” You yelled from the water, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and very scared at the same time. The air had suddenly gotten colder, the breeze now sending stronger ripples through the water surface of the lake. You felt like the final girl in every horror movie you had ever seen; scared, alone, and the final target for some deranged psychopath.

“Don’t worry,” a familiar soft voice said as a silhouette you’d recognize anywhere came out from behind the trees and into the moonlight. “It’s just me.”

You took a deep breath of relief, “Thank god, Pieck. You scared the shit out of me, I thought you were-” You suddenly noticed something very odd about your girlfriend, her silhouette was something only you’d recognize considering you’re the only person who sees her in such a way- “Why are you naked?”

Pieck raised her eyebrows with a light grin, “Why are you naked?”

Your face felt hot as your hands grabbed at your bare body once again. She had seen you naked thousands of times over the years, so you weren’t sure why you felt so uncomfortable under her gaze. It embarrassed you for your girlfriend to see you in this vulnerable state.

“I didn’t realize you could see me,” You whispered mostly to yourself.

Pieck giggled as she came into the lake towards you. The water moved around her as if it were hugging her from all around, it seemed to invite her in as if she were made of water herself. Pieck glowed under the moonlight, it was like she was made just to be standing here, in this specific lake, under this specific moon, on this specific night.

“Hello,” Pieck spoke with a light smile across her lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You tilted your head towards your girlfriend, “Yeah, I was actually thinking the same thing about you.” She raised her eyebrows at you curiously. “You said you didn’t feel like joining me in swimming tonight.”

“Right,” Pieck spoke slowly and carefully, “I, uhm, I didn’t want the others to think we were sneaking away to do-” She took a brief pause, the gears in her head turning quickly- “To do dirty stuff.”

“Yeah.” You giggled lightly to yourself as you reached forward to gracefully touch Pieck’s arm. “Nice thinking.”

Pieck’s long black hair looked as if every individual strand were made of silk - and you made a mental note to ask her later about what conditioner she used. If you hadn't just watched her walk into the water after you, you would’ve been certain she had dipped her hair in the lake before you’d gotten here. Under the moon’s light, her hair looked wet with strands of silver poking through the black.

You reached out to touch her hair because you desperately wanted to see if it felt how it looked. Much to your surprise, her hair felt normal - but it still looked fantastic.

“Baby,” You whispered to your girlfriend as you took a step towards her in the water, closing the space between your bodies. You were close enough now that you could feel her chest against your own, a familiar sensation that always turned you on, you loved feeling her tits against your body. “I’m really glad you came out here with me after all.”

Pieck brought her lips towards your own, only stopping an inch away from your mouth, “Me too.”

You curled your fingers into her hair and moved them around to the back of her head. You used your hand’s new placement to bring Pieck’s face closer to your own, pressing your lips together gently. You’ve kissed this girl thousands of times, but this kiss felt new - her lips tasted salty, like the ocean.

You pressed your body closer to your girlfriend’s until you could feel every inch of her against your skin. Her arms circled around your body as you squeezed your leg between her own. You brought your thigh up, a move you had done a thousand times to her, but she still breathed as if it were the first.

“Are you okay, baby?” You whispered under your breath to Pieck, and all she could do was nod and moan against your mouth in response.

You felt as Pieck moved her hips against your thigh, fucking herself on your leg. You felt your girlfriend rub her clit on your body, using you as if you were an object created simply just to pleasure her. You had to admit you always liked being on this side of the arrangement, listening to Pieck whine and moan into your neck as she grinded on your thigh drove you insane.

She dug her fingers into your back, pulling your body closer to her. You could feel her unraveling against you and her nails feeling desperate as they dug into your skin. Her moans were all you could hear, you couldn’t even hear your own voice when you whispered to Pieck.

“Are you close, baby?” You said sweetly into her ear.

Pieck nodded frantically and spoke breathily, “Yes, yeah yeah.”

You brought your lips back to Pieck’s lips, kissing her passionately as her body convulsed on top of you. You felt her legs shake with pleasure as her moans came out in a finishing squeal. Her lips seemed to give up on kissing you, only focusing on the pleasure coming from between her legs instead.

“Are you okay?” You asked sweetly, running your hand gently over her hair.

“Yes, I am.” Pieck nodded lazily and then leaned back to make eye contact with you. “Thank you.”

You giggled, “You don’t - that’s so weird, please don’t say-”

Pieck glanced quickly at the moon, her eyes widened as she pushed away from your body, “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“Pieck, baby, what? Where?”

Your girlfriend moved quickly from the water, and where the resistance of the lake held you back, it didn’t seem to have the same effect on her. By the time your feet had made it out of the water and making deep footprints in the sand, Pieck was gone. You looked around for her frantically, but with no luck, she wasn’t anywhere to be found - she wasn’t on the shore, she wasn’t in between the trees, and she wasn’t making her way down the path back to the campsite.

You quickly grabbed your clothes and shoes, only throwing on your sandals, shirt, and shorts in a moment of haste. You ran down the woodsy and dark path back to the campsite, hoping to get to your friends quickly in order to find wherever Pieck had disappeared off to. The soles of your sandals slapped against the bottom of your feet, creating the only sound you could hear - not even an owl cooing or a leaf rustling could be heard.

Once you made it back to the campsite, you stopped in front of the fire you had left your friends around. They all ate s’mores and made jokes and laughed with each other, taking a few minutes to even notice you standing there. Your friends looked between each other and then back at you, confused about why you were acting so weird.

Of course they wouldn’t get it. They weren’t in that lake with Pieck, they didn’t watch her run off into the woods naked and wet and alone. They didn’t run back to the campsite as quickly as possible, preparing to beg them to search the woods for her. So, of course they wouldn’t get how terrified you were to see Pieck in front of you.

She looked beautiful in the moonlight, just different, familiar. This is Pieck. Whatever you had been with was not. They only looked the same in the moment, but now you were sure. This is the real Pieck, this is your girlfriend.

“What the fuck?” You whispered mostly to yourself.

Pieck stood up from her chair, completely discarding her s’more to the ground, “Are you okay, honey?”

The Witch

(Pieck x Reader) - Word Count: 3.7k

Creature: a woman who is supposed to have evil or wicked powers.

Warnings: Obsession, Fingering (Giving)

Quick Summary: a suspicious singing voice leads you to an old friend’s house, and you catch up with her. 

Extra Notes: Second day of Whore - O - Ween is here! Enjoy the season of the witch, lovies!

The rain and the fact that you had to walk in it should have been the first sign that maybe you shouldn’t be here. The next sign was the black cat that had crossed your path as you walked up the sidewalk towards the Finger family home. And, the last sign - the most obvious sign of all - was the voice singing in your mind, the voice was beautiful and soft and it sounded just like the girl from your Psychology 101 class, Pieck.

It was the singing that drew you towards the Finger family home. The voice even grew in volume the closer you got to the large house. The voice began as a low hum as you sat in your own apartment across town and was now stuck in a screeching high note that almost gave you a headache as you walked up the porch’s wet, wooden stairs.

Your whole body was shaking either from the cold rain drenching your clothes or from the voice suddenly stopping in your head, now leaving your body feeling a bit empty without it. The rain had covered your clothes and soaked completely through, now laying on your skin and causing chills to form all over your body. You wiped at your nose and face, trying to remove at least a little bit of the wetness off of your skin.

You stood on the Finger doormat, telling you a sweet message of Welcome though you didn’t feel so welcome here. The singing voice was the only thing making you feel you had a reason to be here - but without it, you now felt your entire body telling you to run away. But, you couldn’t move your legs, only your one arm as you reached forward and rang the doorbell beside the front door.

You immediately regretted ringing the doorbell. It was as if you were offering entrance to the house of the Devil himself. You once again felt the overwhelming desire to run far away from this house, just completely ding-dong-ditch the residents inside. You’d be okay with the embarrassment that would come afterwards but only if you got the fuck away from this place right this second, before somebody comes to the door and-

The door opened slowly to a disheveled black haired girl, but you recognized her immediately. You know her from your Psychology 101 class, you’ve seen her around campus, and you’ve heard her voice in your head since this afternoon. Pieck just stared at you standing on her front porch, obviously shocked and out of breath from running down the stairs as quickly as possible.

“You’re here,” Pieck said in an amazed whisper, “You’re actually here.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Pieck to keep yourself from getting sick all over her front porch. Your stomach was flipping with nerves, or possibly hypothermia considering you were standing in drenched clothes whose coldness was seeping down to your bones. Either way, you knew you needed someplace warm, and if the Finger residence was the only place open then so be it - you couldn’t complain when you were desperate.

“I’m co-cold,” Your words stuttered out from behind your chattering teeth.

“Oh.” Pieck quickly moved out of the way, allowing you entrance into her home. “Come inside and warm up, I’m so sorry I kept you outside for so long - I just, I don’t know what I was thinking.” Pieck watched as you walked past her into her house, and immediately found the lit fireplace in the living room as if it were waiting for you. “I just, I guess I wasn’t really expecting you to be here.”

You sat on the ground in front of the fireplace, “Why not? You were calling for me.”

You knew you sounded ridiculous saying that out loud. You were sure Pieck was just as confused as you were because what the hell did you were calling for me even mean? You knew Pieck had to be confused, which is how you missed the look in her eyes, the look of realization and a sense of silent pride.

Pieck ignored your comment as she draped a blanket over your shoulders, and wrapped you up in the fuzziness. The blanket was thick and warmed you quicker than the fire in front of you could. It was as if the fabric of the blanket had been trapping the fireplace’s warmth and keeping it from you until now.

“Well,” Pieck said from behind and above you, “Do you want something to drink?”

“Do you have the blood of a deer on tap?” You giggled with your joke, unsure of where the words had come from. And, Pieck laughed as well, but her laugh was different from yours. Her giggle was uncomfortable and forced, as if she were only laughing to fill a silence that had grown between you two.

Even though the joke sat in the air for longer than a minute, Pieck never really responded. There was something weird about her behavior, she wasn’t her normal self tonight. This wasn’t the girl you met in your psychology class, it was as if you were talking to her clueless doppelgänger.

Maybe it was that you were intruding. Maybe this is how she reacts when a random girl she hasn’t talked to for months appears on her doorstep in the middle of a storm without any reason as to why she is there, and then rudely waits to be invited into her house. The whole situation is a little weird, so you really couldn’t blame her for not being normal.

“Pieck,” You said softly while keeping your eyes focused on the fire in front of you, “How have you been since I’ve last seen you?”

“How have I been?” Pieck spoke from where she stood in the kitchen behind you. “You mean since psych?”

You nodded slowly, “Yeah, it’s been awhile since I’ve last talked with you, so how have you been?”

“I’ve been fine.” Pieck made herself busy with a cup and pitcher of water in front of her. “I haven’t done much, really.”

Of course you didn’t know it, but Pieck’s words were the truest form of a lie. She had been doing a lot in your time apart, and she hadn’t been fine either. In the seven months since she’d last seen you in class, you had taken up every inch of Pieck’s mind, she couldn’t stop thinking about you in fact. Every second of every day had her wondering what you were doing, what classes you were taking, who you were talking to, and if you were talking about her.

Pieck’s curiosity eventually caught up with her, and she started to get obsessed with the idea of you. She found herself skipping classes to find out where your classes were. She memorized your schedule of the last semester, and would wait outside of your classes for you. She hoped to be noticed by you, maybe even given a friendly hello or a pity wave, but you never gave Pieck any of your time.

Eventually, your attention became Pieck’s goal. She was desperate to be seen, noticed, and liked by you. Following you to classes, befriending your friends, going to the same parties, being in the library at the same time - none of it helped her case, and it only made Pieck more desperate.

And, like many desperate women before Pieck, she turned to something, and someone, a bit more powerful.

She did her research, and a lot of it. She took her time in all of the local libraries she could find. She read as many old books she could find, and watched countless movies on anything that could help her. Pieck’s time and research was never in vain because she eventually found a way to win your affections and attention - she eventually found her saving grace.

It was written in an old book she found in a library nearly two hours from your shared campus. The book flew itself out at her, desperate for her attention the same way she had been desperate for yours. And once she opened the book, it was as if she knew exactly what page to flip to for her answers.

There was no real name to the thing that would help Pieck win you over, only instructions for her. The spell was moderately easy, just build a poppet of yarn, fluff, and sticks, and burn a candle and repeat some specific words - and it was done, you were all her’s.

Sure, Pieck didn’t believe the spell would actually work at first. In fact, she had been sitting in her own guilt and displeasure for the last week and a half. She felt guilty for even being so obsessed with the idea of you to go as far as casting some obscure spell to win your affections. And, she felt displeased that the spell never seemed to work. All the book said was to do the spell and wait for the sure results, but Pieck had major doubts until you showed up on her front porch five hours until midnight.

“But,” Pieck said awkwardly, “How have you been?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the fire, “Oh, I’ve been good. I haven’t done much either, just going to classes and attempting to hold my GPA up.” You laughed weakly to yourself in a poor attempt of lightening the mood in the house. “But, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Yeah.” Pieck walked over to your side, and handed the water cup to you which you quickly set on the ground. “Why is that?”

You looked up at Pieck, “Why is it nice to see you again?”

“No. Why are you seeing me again?”

You quickly looked back to the fire, “I don’t think you’d understand if I told you.”

Pieck took a seat on the ground beside you. Her brown eyes were focused on you, piercing into your face from where she sat on your right. You tried to ignore her gaze, but it was like a deer trying to ignore the glare of bright headlights coming right at it.

“Tell me anyways,” Pieck said softly, “I’m really interested in what you have to say.”

You turned slowly to Pieck, and upon seeing her eyes, you almost wanted to confess the truth. You wanted to tell her about how you haven’t actually thought about her in months, you’ve seen her at parties and have ignored her to save yourself from an awkward conversation, you’ve even pretended like you hadn’t recognized her name when your friends brought her up during hangouts. But one day rainy day while you’re reading for your upcoming midterms, you start hearing humming and singing in your head which only stops when you’re facing her front door.

None of it makes sense, honestly. It sounds like some bizarre and desperate attempt at saving face. Like, you’re trying to come up with dumb lies in hopes she won’t notice how badly you wanted to be sitting beside her on the floor of her living room. You thought she would never believe the truth, so you instead lied to her.

“I was just wondering how you’ve been,” You said, “So, I thought I’d come over and see you since we haven’t talked in so long.”

Pieck tilted her head towards you, “And, how did you know where I live?”

The magic voice led me here.

“Intuition.” You smiled to yourself. “And, Reiner told me.”

It wasn’t a complete lie, Reiner had shown you this house before and pointed out that it belonged to his friend Pieck. The house was known in town as being the oldest, the creepiest, the most haunted with demonic spirits, and the best one to get Trick or Treat candy from. He pointed the place out and stated it belonged to the Fingers on your way to another friend’s party, and you had even pretended to not recognize the name once he said it.

“Oh,” Pieck sounded disappointed with just that one word, “That makes sense, he does know where I live. But, why did you decide to show up in the middle of a rainstorm? You could’ve waited until tomorrow to catch up with me, I think it’s supposed to be sunnier then.”

Pieck giggled at your desperation to see her, and you felt your face heat up with embarrassment. You didn’t even want to be here right now or ever, you didn’t care to ever see her again after your class together. But it was that damned voice’s fault, if it didn’t annoy you so much or if you were a tad bit stronger, you wouldn’t have been here making a complete fool out of yourself.

“Or,” Pieck continued with a smile, “You could’ve come earlier in the day. You chose the worst time actually, you just showed up right around sunset. You know, people are normally eating dinner around this time, so maybe send a text next time, alright?”

“Then, maybe I should go.” You aggressively pushed the blanket off of your shoulders, and the coldness from outside of it hit you immediately. A chill ran through your body, and you couldn’t keep your teeth from chattering as you spoke. “It-it’s late anyways, I-I should lea-leave.”

“No.” The word flew from Pieck’s mouth. That was the last thing she wanted, she loved that you were here and she was the only person you could talk to in this house. She had your undivided attention, and this was everything she had ever hoped for since the day she met you. “Please don’t leave, I’m sorry I was being so selfish.”

You turned to her with your nose wrinkled, “Are you sh-sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.” Pieck picked up the blanket and thrusted it towards you. You took the blanket timidly, even mumbling a weak thank you. Pieck watched as you wrapped yourself back up in the blanket she chose for you, it made her smile. “I love having you here, it’s nice to see you again - no matter what time or what weather you decide to see me in.”

You laughed loudly, “Even five hours until midnight in the middle of a hurricane?”

“Yes,” Pieck said with a gentle smile, “Even then.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. She was suddenly so much brighter than you ever remembered. In your shared psychology class, she was merely another college student working their ass off for a class they didn’t care for. She was nice - sure - but she seemed plain, mostly wore the color brown, and just never seemed worth your time.

But now, Pieck was a completely different person. She was still wearing brown which was unfortunate, but she was radiating energy like the damn sun. Her smile was intoxicating, and her eyes were looking through the deepest, darkest corners of your being. She was unbelievable, extraordinary, and everything you always imagined her not to be.

“Pieck,” You whispered into the quiet air between the both of you, “Why did you call me here?” The words fell from your lips without you wanting them to. You knew you would never say something like that if you were in control of your own mouth, but something took over your mind, and said the words for you.

Pieck was speechless, and instead stared at you with a wide mouth. Completely unlike you, she couldn’t get any words to come out of her mouth. She wanted to explain to you that she didn’t mean to, but that would be a lie - she completely meant to, and she was selfishly enjoying every moment of your time that you were giving her.

“I heard your voice.” You spoke without thinking properly. “You called me here, you made me come here, and so I came here.”

Pieck continued to stare at you without speaking. She wasn’t sure there was anything she could say. The spell had worked, and she had done the spell. She was too guilty to ever be forgiven by you.

“Why?” You moved without thinking as well as you pushed your hand out of the blanket and placed your palm gently on her cheek. “Why do you want me here so badly?”

Pieck’s breath hitched in her throat once she felt your touch. She closed her eyes softly as her greatest wish was suddenly coming true. She realized long ago that this desire for your attention was much more than a platonic feeling, she needed more from you - she needed everything you could give her, physically.

“What do you want from me?” You leaned closer to Pieck. “What do you want me to do for you?”

Pieck was quiet as she desperately waited for you to lean into her mouth. She wanted to taste you, to feel you, to make you want her the same way she has wanted you for months now. She desired you with every part of her being, and she felt herself melting under your long awaited touch.

“I need you to tell me.” You stopped only an inch from her mouth. “Speak for me, please.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

You almost grinned to yourself before leaning in, it was exactly what you were expecting her to say. You landed a soft peck on Pieck’s lips, and before you could completely move away from her, she was leaning back into you for more. You could feel her desperation for you through her lips, and that alone almost made you want her back - you always loved being desired.

Pieck pulled you into her, and you leaned into her desperate touches, always giving her more. She pulled your shoulder gently towards her, and you pushed the blanket off of your body. She jutted her chin into your shared kiss, and you moved onto your knees right in front of her. She pushed her hand under your shirt to feel the soft skin underneath, and you laid her down softly to the hardwood floor.

You laid on top of Pieck, kissing her passionately as her hands explored your body. She allowed her fingers to touch every inch of you that she had been desiring for months now. Pieck desperately grabbed at your shirt, and you took the hint easily. You sat back on Pieck’s thigh to let her pull the sweater over your head and toss it far away from both of your bodies.

Pieck admired your body with her eyes, making you feel a little uneasy from the amount of attention she was giving you. You tried to giggle to hide the embarrassment you were feeling, but Pieck didn’t notice, she instead ran her hands up your sides and then pulled you back into her for more kisses.

Pieck’s hands were a bit impatient against your body. She felt your skin quickly without a single thought or giving much time to any specific part of you. She was hasty and desperate, and it made you want to take your time with her. You wanted to give Pieck exactly what she wanted from you.

Your hands worked at your side, scrunching her brown dress to reveal more of her legs and hips. You pushed your fingers under the fabric, feeling over the side of her panties and dipping your fingers inside.

“What,” Pieck gasped against your mouth, “I don’t-”

You shushed Pieck, “Let me touch you, please?”

Pieck felt as if she could come from just those words and the gentle way you were touching her hip. She had wanted this for the longest time, and every time she imagined it, she always imagined herself on top. She supposed she always thought she’d be in control of the situation since she was the one who wanted it the most, but she actually prefered where you were leading it instead.

Pieck nodded frantically against your face, “Yes- yes, please, do whatever you want to me.”

“Wow.” You laughed to yourself. “That’s quite a request, but I’ll start with something you can actually handle, how about that?”

You didn’t notice how embarrassed Pieck got from your words, you were too busy focusing on her body instead. You moved your fingers deeper into her panties, and just a simple touch of her sensitive skin was enough to make her buck her hips up into thigh.

Pieck removed her lips from yours, wanting to take in every touch you offered her. She felt as you gently rubbed at her clit on your way to her entrance. Every second you spent in her panties had her desperately moaning for more, and getting wetter which was only making it easier for what you wanted to do to her.

You pushed a single finger into her entrance, feeling the way her walls tightened around that one body part. It was truly amazing how into this moment she could be, she was practically frozen from joy and you had hardly touched her. It was as if she could barely believe everything was happening even while it definitely was happening.

You pushed a second finger into her, interested to see how the girl would react. She dug her nails into your back from the new touch, desperate to hold onto something solid when she was feeling like liquid underneath you. Her body was taken over by pleasure as you thrusted your fingers into her, and even moved your hips with each movement.

Pieck didn’t need much of anything from you to orgasm - Hell, she’d turn into an ocean if you just winked in her direction. You had only been a dream to her for so long, and this moment was so much better than anything she could’ve imagined. She wasn’t even surprised when her body released its entire build up only a few minutes into the event.

You weren’t sure why you ignored Pieck’s presence for so long. As she looked at you like you held the moon every night, you realized maybe she wasn’t someone you had overlooked on purpose. You were always afraid of what feelings arose when you caught her staring at you across the classroom, when she laughed a little too hard at your jokes, and when her name was brought up amongst your friends. Maybe ignoring her wasn’t a good idea all of these months because you felt like maybe you wanted this just as much as she did, or maybe even more.