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did you happen to write a franchaela fic on ao3 that was deleted 😭 i loved it so much is it coming back possibly?

Hi!!! super later response, many apologies but no that’s not me! i write fics on wattpad!

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It was a desperate gamble on a domain expansion lasting two-tenths of a second.

呪術廻戦 JUJUTSU KAISEN (2020—) 2x09, “Shibuya Incident - Gate, Open”

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It was easy for Levi to manhandle you, despite his structure, the man had natural strength. His hands grabbed your waist, his lips biting into your neck as he fucks you against the wall. He held you up, spreading your legs wide as his cock pumped in and out of you. Your legs were wrapped tightly around him, his muscles flexing under your hands that rested on his shoulders. "You feel so good, baby." He mumbles against your skin, the room was filled with skin slapping and your moans, Levi groaned here and there whenever he felt your wet and warm walls squeeze him.

The moment your head turns to the side, Levi grabs onto your hair harshly and turns you towards him. "Look at him." His voice was filled with desire, it was rough and somehow desperate, he wanted to see your eyes when you cum for him. You open your eyes, looking at him directly and Levi speeds up his thrusts, his cock hitting your spit with every move of his hips. He can see how good he is making you feel, how your eyes rolled back and your moans grew louder. "Levi! Right there!" You would've been embarrassed to talk like this, your voice has never sounded so whiney but he felt so good, he was fucking you so good. "Yeah? Right here?" His hands drop down to your ass and he starts to move inside of you even harder than he already did, your nails dig into his back causing a hiss to come from him.

Levi kisses you as he quickly carries you to the bed, he starts fucking you again the moment your back hit the sheets, your back arches, hands holding onto the white sheets tightly. Sweat from his hair drips onto your stomach, Levi grabs your breasts playing with your nipples, the bed creaks beneath you two. As your pussy starts to clamp down on him more, he grabs onto the headboard, his other hands pulling your hips up so he is even deeper inside of you. "Levi!" A loud moan of his name let's him know that this is the perfect angle, the headboard hits the wall repeatedly, the veins on Levi's hand viable, he grunts, his cock twitching inside of you. "Good girl. Good fucking girl. Taking me so well." He moves a bit slower, enjoying how you feel.

A noise from the headboard catches your attention, the wood was breaking under Levi's rough grips as his thrusts grew even more intense. "Shit, baby. I am gonna fill this pussy up so good....so fucking good." His words push you over the edge, your hands flaying to his lower back, you can't believe how well he is taking you, how well he can make you cum. You cum, your pussy twthcing as you do, his movements grow more sloppy. "There's my pretty girl. Fuck. I am close too." He let's go of the headboard and leans down capturing your lips in a possessive kiss, he let's out a moan against your lips, his thrusts slowing down as he reaches his orgasm, his seed filling you up to the brim. He lays on top of you for a little bit, you run your hand up and down his back as you two calm down. "Damn..." You whisper and Levi places a kiss on the mark he left on your breast before looking up at you. "Damn indeed."

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holy fucking shit

heat (wip)

[ayeohtee]

I love being a delusional sukuna fan, like yes he absolutely would kiss my forehead instead of ripping my arms from my body <3

[ayeohtee]

oh 😏

Hey sab!!

What do you think of dentist gojo? Please indulge me 🧎‍♀️pretty please

dentist! gojo would be the single reason you look forward to going to the dentist. that man who flashes you a flirty smile, lips curled when he sees your name on the schedule that day.

dentist! gojo who sits you down in the chair and pays special attention to you — doing the extra things that usually a dental assistant would do — just to have some extra time with you.

dentist! gojo who, when you complain that you can’t open your jaw wide without it hurting, asks you to demonstrate, and god, when he sees your pretty lips part, it’s hard for him to focus. and it’s hard for you when your cheeks burn when his fingers examine your jaw, and he indulges in dragging a finger down your lips. he also can’t help but think of what else would look good between those lips.

dentist! gojo who always wants to ask you out, but is afraid of crossing a line. so when you mention that you’re self conscious about your teeth — he tells you that you have a beautiful smile and your teeth are just as lovely. and you can’t help but ask him if that’s a professional or personal opinion — and he smiles, cheeks dusted with pink behind his mask, and answers “personal. “ and he follows up with, “I can give you my other personal opinions— if you would have dinner with me,” and you quip back, “this wouldn’t be another oral examination would it?” And he murmurs, leaning in slightly, “a different kind of oral examination maybe,”

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Erwin x Reader

(in all my one shots i will write hange as a woman. i know they’re technically nonbinary but i see her as a woman)

[been a bit, enjoy!]

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The company dance was something you looked forward to every year. The company you worked for was no doubt prestigious and extremely formal, you wouldn’t expect anything less from one of the best law firms in the nation.

But you’d never had a date to the dance in the four years you had worked for Zackary Enterprises. In fact, you began to feel lonely every time you walked through the doors to the lobby of the main office the night of the dance, everyone’s arms occupied by their partner. Every single person except for you. Well, except for you and your coworkers Erwin and Levi.

Levi, whom you had become well acquainted with and had also won a couple of cases with, had never had any interest in romantic affairs. You would say it was surprising, but with his stoicism and his lack of care for anything beyond work, it really didn’t.

Erwin, on the other hand, was someone who was known throughout the law industry for singlehandedly winning plenty of trials. A walking legend when it came to the courthouse and a brilliant asset to Zackary Enterprises. So brilliant that his services cost well over $1,500 per hour worked on his assigned cases. Of course, that meant his work was usually bought by people who earned more money than half of the company combined, but you were surprised at the distances people would travel just to work with him, the furthest you were aware of being the niece of the UAE president.

It started as an admiration for him. You looked up to him, figuratively and literally. And then after months, you shocked yourself when you realised you were slowly gaining a type of fondness for him. You deemed it ridiculous, your crush on the blonde. You had only spoken with him a handful of times, all of those times accompanied by Levi or a mutual friend Hange. Perhaps it was his eyes or the confidence he carried himself with. Or the softness in his expression when he was at ease during the conversation. His aura, maybe? The atmosphere that hung around him even?

You weren’t sure what it was, but something about him always drew your attention to him. Like a moth to a light. Your friends always talked to you about how Erwin would bring you up in random conversations they held. It often grasped your attention, the way you became the topic in conversation. It was rather intriguing, if you were to be honest.

The talks with your friends often had you convincing yourself that maybe, just maybe, he admired you similarly to the way you admired him. Then the thought occurred to you, perhaps you’d go to the dance with Erwin as your partner. But you were far too cowardly to ask him yourself, his presence alone made you want to shrink back into the shadows and stay there forever. You had to mentally thank Levi and Hange for being by your side each time you managed to hold a conversation with him, without them you were sure you would’ve collapsed.

So you waited. You waited for days, weeks even, just hoping he would come to you and ask you to the dance. Walking through the office during the week you’d find him looking at you, and when he noticed you looking at him he’d simply smile and wave. You were never one to refuse the return of a distant greeting, reciprocating the action more often than not. But it wasn’t a conversation, one that revolved around the dance.

You were beginning to lose hope at this point. There were no signs of him asking you to the dance and you were readying yourself for another dance you’d arrive alone to. Tapping your pen against your desk, your cheek resting against your fist as your elbow was propped up on the desktop, you’re startled as one of your coworkers walks into your office and greets you, the pen you held in your hand falling and clattering onto the table. Looking up, you see Miche looking at you with an apologetic expression.

“Oh, hey.” You return as you lean back in your chair. “What’s up?” He looked around your space, observing the few certificates that lined the wall behind you.

“Nothing, nothing. Just wanted to see if you needed a hand, I’ve just handed in my last report for the day and the boss said I could go home if I wanted to,” the blonde states. You raise an eyebrow, gazing around him and at the door that was left slightly ajar. At that same moment, you find Hange walking past and then casting a glance into the room, making eye contact with her.

Her eyes widened, and then you blink and she was gone. You blink again in confusion, wondering if you had imagined the woman or not. You forgot Miche was talking to you until he started laughing nervously, which was a bit out of character because he wasn’t one to talk much. This whole conversation seemed completely out of character for him, so you tuned back in after his small nervous laughter.

“Hey, um, I was wondering if you had anyone to go to the dance with.” He asked, eyes only meeting yours for the briefest of moments every few seconds. You hum quietly, staring at him unblinkingly.

“I don’t.” You answer shortly, thinking if this was heading where you thought it was heading.

“Would you maybe wanna go with me?” His question would’ve surprised you if it weren’t so predictable. You will admit, you wanted to decline. You didn’t know him very well, and with how fidgety he was you could nearly guarantee he had some sort of crush on you. Though, refusing meant you were going to show up to the dance alone yet again.

The dance was the coming Friday, which was two days from now, and the chances of Erwin asking your cowardly self to the dance were slim to none. Showing up alone was one of the last things you wanted, so with a sigh, you agreed.

“Sure. I’ll go with you.” Your voice was neutral and you felt bad for your lack of enthusiasm. He was clearly excited as you agreed to his invitation, but you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that it was Miche in the position you wanted Erwin in. Your heart sunk a bit, but you muster up your best smile as he sheepishly bid you a farewell and exited your office, leaving you perplexed and speechless. Why? You weren’t sure, but imagine your surprise as Erwin glared at the man as he entered as Miche left.

You watched him enter your office, expression hard; not a common expression that would usually make his face home. His long strides leaked confidence, his jaw set tight as his usually warm eyes were now stone cold.

“Mr Smith, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask calmly, only to be surprised but his rather cold response.

“Darius had me look over your report on the murder case you solved a fortnight ago. Do it again, you’re lacking many details.” His tone was cold and you shrink back in your chair slightly, reaching for your pen again so you had something to fidget with.

“I- uh, yes of course. Many apologies.” You manage to get out, taken aback by Erwin’s sudden cold tone. It hurt, you shamefully recoiled in your seat as he cast you a glare, a glare that you didn’t know you earned. He left, closing the door a little louder than you expected and you flinched a little in response.

What did you do wrong?

But little did you know, Hange and Levi heard all of it right from the moment Miche asked you to the dance, and Erwin heard you agree to the invite. He didn’t realise it, or rather he refused to acknowledge it mentally, but it ignited some type of distaste in him. The thought of you with Miche irked him and he didn’t know why. So why he took a sudden emotional turn on you was beyond him, and as he exited your office he had to fight the urge to slap himself in the face.

The look on your face as he demanded you redo your report; a report that was flawless, it nearly made him apologise. But why was his change in behaviour your fault? Why was it influenced by you and your decisions?

As he walked through the office, he felt eyes on him. Maybe his voice was louder than he thought and the office heard how he spoke to you. He stopped in the middle of the office and turned to look, but no one seemed to pay any mind to him. All until his arms were seized in the hands of Hange and Levi as they dragged him back to his office.

“As the smart one,” Hange begins. “I don’t think your brain could’ve been any more smooth than in that exact moment right there.” She was pissed, Erwin could sense it rolling off her in waves. Levi moved to the far wall, leaning against it with his arms folded, head shaking in disappointment. He never needed to word his thoughts for Erwin to understand. The three have known each other since the very beginning of law school, so reading each other was never an issue.

Until it was an issue.

That’s when hiding anything from the two became impossible, and Erwin could barely escape them when it came to his emotions. Which is exactly why they were absolutely pissed at him for acting that way towards you after you responded to Miche the way you did.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the blonde tried anyway. Both Hange and Levi rolled their eyes simultaneously, clearly not buying it.

“Are you actually demented?!” Hange exclaimed.

“Lower your tone, idiot,” Levi hissed, demanding the hysterical glass eyed woman reduced her volume. She ignored him, Erwin stared at her blankly.

“Are you done? I’d like to get started on a new case I’ve been assigned to.” Erwin’s voice was monotonous as he walked across the room and settled in his chair behind his desk. Hange huffed in fury.

“Levi, you deal with him. He’s so damn infuriating to even look at right now,” Hange says with grit teeth as she pulls at her hair, facing the wall. The raven clicked his tongue, turning from the brunette to the blonde.

“I don’t know if you’re blind or just an oblivious idiot thats needs to be kicked but she’s been waiting for you to ask her to the dance.” Levi informed, annoyance lacing his voice. Erwin looked up from his desk at the raven, and then to the brunette whose back was still to him.

“She was waiting for me to ask her to the dance.” He repeated dumbfounded. He was going to. He just didn’t know how to, and if the timing was going to be right and if you’d even agree-

“Yes, you stupid bastard!” Hange fumes, turning back to Erwin with fury in her eyes. “She was waiting for you. You! And now Miche’s got her!” Her arms flailed about as she emphasised her feelings with movements. The blonde remained silent.

“Hange, get out.” Levi snapped and she turned to glare at him. “Now.” It took her a moment, but she scoffed as she stormed across the office and through the door, slamming it behind her.

“Levi,” Erwin says neutrally. The raven only returned with a glare as a response, pushing himself off the wall and pacing to the door.

“Sort your shit out. Fucking talk to her, apologise. Just don’t make such stupid moves again.” And then Erwin was left alone in his office with a head of questions and a heart of guilt.

You were waiting for him, but he caught on too late.

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1 second of each episode of Attack on titan.

Credit: @evackerman_

(Post from reddit)

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PostWar!Levi x Reader

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After the end of what would’ve been the end, your life was peaceful. You were nearly convinced life was as perfect as it could be this soon after the world was nearly wiped out by a former comrade, though, you were missing one, singular element.

You strolled through what would’ve been the streets of Marley, had it not been trampled by millions of titans just months before. Refugee tents had been set up for what seemed miles. The isles were swarming with people from everywhere, near and far.

You didn’t know what you sought, your goals unclear as you aimlessly wandered between people. No one was familiar, the setting bearing the same feeling as a strangers home.

It wasn’t until you heard a voice, such familiarity came with it. Memories flashed through your mind at the sound of his raspy voice.

It sounded neutral, not nearly as deadpan as it had been during your military years. Almost relieved, in a sense, his voice only stopping as a woman replied kindly to his statement. You looked around and over people, searching for him amongst the crowd, watching as everyone dispersed for a moment, the moment dragging on for far longer than any other you’ve had.

Levi, an old flame, sat outside a tent with another woman sitting beside him. It had been months since you had last saw him, giving him one last glance goodbye as you walked away from your final battlefield. He didn’t need you. He didn’t want you. So why did you owe him anything?

He looked content beside the woman. She was nothing less than beautiful. Dark hair, light eyes, a smile that reflected the sun that shone bright above. It was nice, seeing him at ease, but it hurt knowing he was this happy beside someone who wasn’t you. You had no right to interfere with his happiness, so why do you feel the way you do?

You tried to refuse them, but your tears had minds of their own as they fell from your eyes and down your cheeks. Your hands gripping the hems of your sleeves as you let out a sniffle and turn away, wanting to erase whatever feelings that had bloomed within you again.

But Levi had just managed to glimpse you among the crowd, squinting with his one good eye to confirm his suspicions. A woman wearing a light blue dress and a sun hat, hair and skin the same shade as yours. His eye widened in response.

Months. He had been wondering where you were for fucking months. And you, you were right there, he was nearly certain of it.

“Excuse me.” He uttered to the lady he had befriended, inching forward on his wheelchair.

“Where do you need to go? I’ll take you.” She offered, standing from her seat and moving behind his chair. He huffed quietly to himself, his hands placing themselves on his lap as he stared off into the horde of people in front of him.

“There was a woman there. An old… friend, from back in the military. I can only assume it was her, but can you follow her please? She had a blue dress and a hat on.” The woman only gazed over the heads of the citizens, eyes gleaming as she took in your attire through the mob.

“I think I see her.” She says, her tone taking on excitement as she begin pushing Levi through the crowd, his eye frantically search everyone and everything.

He was desperate, at this point. He wanted to know if you were okay. He needed to know. He had been so lost since you had left, and after seeing you for the first time since the Rumbling, he didn’t understand why you didn’t go talk to him.

You weaved between more people than you can count, their features only blurred by the tears that seemed to endlessly fall from your eyes. No matter how many times you had wiped away the tears, your body seemed to always have more stored.

You finally managed to leave the crowd, but you were still suffocating. You struggled to breathe, you couldn’t stop the choked sobs from leaving your throat.

You had fallen in love with him. You didn’t realise it until it was far too late. He had another woman by his side. You couldn’t move on, why did you think he wouldn’t be able to either? What gave you the impression that after you became the past, he wouldn’t find any happiness?

Selfish. That’s exactly what you were. You knew it. You fucking knew it. You had always been selfish, you just refused to admit it. And the most selfish thing you want? That was him. Levi. You had all the time in the world to admit that he was what you wanted, but you fucked it up for the both of you.

You found yourself at the wharf. Leaning over the railing and gazing down at the water, watching as your tears joined the sea below. You felt hopeless, the one element you were missing in your life required him. No one could compare to him, you were certain of it.

“Y/N?” The name came from his mouth in a question. The sound of his voice only made you freeze up, arm soon rushing to frantically rid your face of tears. You stood up straight, taking in a shaky breath before turning to face him. You forced a smile, and you knew he could see straight through it. The woman who he had been with before was now standing behind him, hands on the handles of his chair as she beamed a large but sad smile at you.

“Levi.” You acknowledge, voice small because you felt the voice crack that would’ve erupted if you had spoken any louder. The woman only pushed Levi forward a little so he was beside you, looking over the ocean.

“I’ll leave you guys to talk.” The woman says before disappearing back to where they had come from. It was silent now, turning back to look over the ocean. You waited for him to start insulting you, yell at you, belittle you for leaving without a proper goodbye. Without even telling him where you planned to go.

“Are you okay?” Was the first thing that he said, and you couldn’t help but choke out a sob. After everything, he still wanted to know if you were okay. He only looked at you, his eyes following the wet streaks left behind by your tears.

“I’m… managing.” You say. “What about you? You seem… Happy.” He remained silent for a while.

“I missed you, you know.” He voiced quietly, the words making your heart throb. You looked across the sea, eyes trailing across the horizon where the sky met the ocean.

“I missed you too.” You murmured. Silence once again.

“Where have you been?” He questioned, and you lean your hands against the railing that separated the both of you from the drop to the salt water below.

“Here and there.” You say quietly, hearing him open his mouth again. The hesitance was there, you had noticed the long pause after you heard his mouth open.

“And where are you going next?” He finally asked, the question being one you yourself didn’t know the answer to. You thought about it for a moment, thinking back to the places you had been.

“I’m not sure.” You manage to get out. “Back home to Paradis, perhaps the other side of Marley. Could catch a ship and find a new land to explore, who knows?” You answered, eyes aimlessly following after a small group of seagulls that flew in the distance.

“Stay here with me.”

Your eyes widened at those very words. He wanted you to stay with him, the very thing you wanted to do before everything fell apart, and even after that. After you hurt him, scarred him with painful words you didn’t mean but could never take back, he wanted you to stay.

His voice contained a vulnerability he used to only let you hear; it could be much more different now. The woman who kept him company probably heard that same tone, your heart clenched at the thought.

“There’s nothing I want to do more than that.” You say, but you hadn’t finished. “But that woman. And what if I say cruel things again? What if… What if I hurt you again?” You choked out, few more tears rolling down your cheeks. You felt him look at you, but you refused to return the look purely because you knew you were going to break down if you did.

“I don’t care. That woman isn’t you. I only want you.” He stated firmly. He was certain about this, he had been thinking about this for months. He decided that the moment he saw you next, he was going to convince you to stay. There was no war, there was no titans. There wasn’t anything hindering what would be his happiness.

“If I stay, is that a decision you’re completely sure about?” Your voice was small, weak. Fragile, but he still somehow heard it.

“Absolutely positive.” He replied and you blew a long breath out through your lips. You pondered about what he wanted, it was a mutual thing. But you still couldn’t help but wonder, what if you went wrong again? You opened your mouth, about to speak your answer.

This is a new world. One free of war and hatred. A fresh start to all of those around you, so you thought fuck it. Why not? You can start fresh too, so you’ll do it.

“I’ll stay.”

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Psycho!Armin x Reader

based on the Veronica tiktok trend

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Your eyes only blurred the more your tears streamed down your cheeks. You hadn’t felt a fear like this in years, and you wouldn’t wish it upon anyone. Whatever tears left your eyes, there was always more to replace them.

You were sitting on the ground of your apartment, back against the locked front door of your little home. Knees pulled up against your chest, arms wrapped around them and your phone gripped tightly in your trembling hand.

It was dark. The lights of the apartment weren’t on, your curtains closed eliminating the threat of street lights shining through your windows. You gazed around the dark apartment, the silhouettes of furniture barely visible, a small red dot showing the TV’s being off. Your microwave stared at you from across the room, the time big and bold in glowing green numbers.

11:24

It was silent, not one horn of a car echoing through the street, no one walking through the apartment buildings corridors; you hadn’t expected less. Your floor had decided to throw a party somewhere in town, the offer you regretfully declined as your mind ran rampant.

Your phone went off, the sound making you flinch and only sob a little louder, soon muffled by your hand as your shaking hand brought it up to your face. The lock screen stared at you, the picture of you and your sister standing in a club with your arms over each other’s shoulders. Both of your faces were graced with large toothy smiles, your free hands occupied with bottles of beer. But your eyes were drawn to the message that had set off the notification in the first place.

Unknown

i miss you so much. have the door unlocked for me, i’m not far away x

Your heart dropped, panic settling deep in your bones. You wipe away the tears that only wet your face more, letting a choked sob erupt from your throat. The next few minutes went on for what felt like eternity, you didn’t dare move from your spot on the floor.

The silence was suffocating. Your throat was closing up out of pure fear, your mind only hoping it was some type of sick joke until the sound of the elevator down the hall sung out a soft hum.

You tried being optimistic, trying to convince yourself that maybe one of your neighbours had left the party early and went home. You nearly had yourself completely persuaded until you heard a low hum, a familiar low hum ring out through your apartment.

Your hope shattered.

That low hum, a voice that at first seemed so sweet. A peaceful melody you shared with one other person until it was no longer peaceful anymore. Your hand slapped itself across your mouth, a weak attempt to stop any sounds from coming out when the footsteps of the man stopped right outside your door. The doorknob jiggled a little, the door not budging as you let out a silent breath of relief.

“Oh Y/N, I can hear you trembling through the door.” He said. “Open the door for me.” You thought he was bluffing and tried to pretend no one was home. You hear a grunt sound from his mouth, a tapping noise sounding from the other side of the door, right beside your head.

“Unlock the fucking door, Y/N.” The tone dropped from sickly sweet to a dangerous low. “For me, please? I can feel you shaking through the door. I know you’re scared, I know you’re fucking terrified right now, so open the fucking door!” He shouted making you flinch and your hand retreated from your mouth.

“Go away.” You tried mustering up as much confidence as you could.

“Aw, baby, you’re not scared of me, are you?” He asked, his voice reverting back to the fake innocence he managed to charm you with all those years ago.

“Leave me alone.” You avoid answering the question.

“But you’re scared, I’m here to make you feel better. I don’t want to fight you anymore, can we not fight anymore? I’m so tired of the arguments.” He pleaded. You nearly laughed at his claim.

“You don’t get to say that. Not after you put me in a coma for two whole fucking months! Fuck off, Armin!” You yelled, the room shouting it back at you. It fell silent for a moment, a small thud sounding from the other side of the door as he leaned his head against the wood.

“Now I’m going to give you three seconds, Y/N. Three seconds should be long enough for you to unlock this door and open it for me, right?” He asked, your head shaking even if the gesture wasn’t seen by him.

“No, no go away. I-I’ll call the cops.” You threaten weakly, knowing full well that he’d leave as soon as he heard the sirens. But you had no hope for emergency services, your life hanging on by a thread by the time they showed when you were put into a coma.

“One.” He voiced lowly, the intent in his voice murderous. You pressed your hands against your ears, the wall between your head and the outside world doing close to nothing as the second number pierced effortlessly through your head.

“Two.” You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing it’d help dull out the sound of his voice.

“Fuck it.” He muttered before you heard him step back. For a second, you thought it was over. The corridors fell silent, his voice ceased. All was peaceful for a moment. One, singular moment.

Until a loud bang shattered that peace. The door jolted, the force making a crack sound from where the hinges held the door in place.

“No! Please leave me alone, I don’t want to let you in!” You screamed with tears staining your cheeks, your back pushing harder against the wood as it jolted again.

“I gave you three, fucking, seconds!” He shouted, kicking the door between each word. “What about the promises, baby?! You promised you were mine, but you sent me to fucking prison?! For what, a little cut on your chest?!” He exclaimed.

“Just leave me alone, I don’t want you here.” Your voice was hoarse, from the crying and the yelling, but he never let up.

“I told you, didn’t I? I told you that if you broke your promise, I’d kill you. You didn’t think I forgot, did you? I can free you from that guilt. Just let me in.” He begged. You cried silently as his kicks and shouting died down, only for him to let out a new sound, but it wasn’t unfamiliar.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He sobbed, his figure dragging down the door, back against the wood. “I’m sick, I don’t know what to do.” If you didn’t know him, if you hadn’t experienced such a lie, you would’ve caved. But you knew him. You knew him too well to fall for that again, purely because he was a manipulative, psychotic prick.

“Just go home, Armin.” You whispered weakly, bring your knees closer to your chest. “I’m tired, I know you are too, so go home.”

“I missed you so much, you know?” He sighed before it turned into a breathy chuckle. “I missed your hugs, your kisses. Your smile, your eyes. Oh, your eyes were my favourite part about you. You were so beautiful, Y/N.” He says, honey in his tone but it made your throb. Because you remember the memories he was recalling.

“Go home, please.” You pleaded. “I- I’ll come and visit you when I’m free.”

“You’re free now, aren’t you?” He asks through the door.

“I’m tired, and I’d like to sleep. Please go home.” You repeat, eyes staring at the clock on the microwave.

11:37

“I suppose it is getting late.” He sighs. Your heart pounded so hard in your head it was dizzying.

Please. Please leave, you thought. You hear him stand up, and then you hear him press his lips to the door, a soft kiss before he whispered three words that used to mean so much to you. Three words you truly used to think were real. You stifle a choke as he worded them as if he meant it.

“I love you.” And then you heard his footsteps begin to echo down the hallway. You let out a breath of relief before you began crying again. He wouldn’t leave you alone, no matter what you did. You could put him in prison again, get a restraining order, move to a different fucking country, but he always found you.

That night, you didn’t budge from that same spot on the floor, and for the first time in years you cried yourself to sleep.

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Levi x reader fanfic

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Amidst the shrouded trees, a girl walked. You, to be exact. You wandered aimlessly, your mind devoid of any solid thoughts.

Perhaps the fighting took a toll on you. Perhaps, you deserved a rest. No. No, not yet. You hadn’t earned it yet, your hands had yet to be stained by more blood, your dreams still had space for more haunting souls. Your head still had room for guilt and your heart still had parts to be shredded.

Your eyes were drowning in blood and despair. You had withstood so much. And through it all, you were so exhausted.

Behind the monstrous walls, a woman laid. You, specifically. Alone once again, your eyes wandered the ceiling.

Your sight followed the lines of illusions your mind created; bittersweet nightmares that painted the dim, cracked roof above. You secretly hoped the crack would suddenly stretch further and deeper, forcing the ceiling to collapse on top of you. But alas, it never did.

Your sheets were stained with tears, your pillow held your nightmares close. You had slept so much, but you were never rested.

Beyond all that was deemed safe, a soldier fought. That soldier, was you. The only time your expression took on one of determination was the same time your hands wielded that of two blades.

Perhaps that’s all you lived for. No, that’s far too kind for you. Perhaps, the battlefield was all you existed for. You hadn’t lived, so if you were to die, was it really a loss? You didn’t care much for the world that didn’t want you. Why should you? You didn’t have a reason to, nor did you want one.

Your blades were blunted without a care, your gas running dangerously low. You had killed so much, but for some reason, it didn’t feel like anything anymore.

Amongst the shadows, a man lurked. Him, to be exact. Watching pitifully from the sidelines with piercing stormy eyes.

He knew exactly how you felt. He knew the feeling all too well. He had watched you walk amongst those trees. He had heard you shed your tears. He had watched you draw blood. But all he wanted was to reach out to you. You seemed so close yet so far at the same time, untouchable, almost.

And one day, his hand finally made contact with you. You froze instinctively, slowly turning to him with glossy eyes that made his heart ache. He saw the pain, the anguish, the misery that lingered in them. The exhaustion more evident as he carefully examined your face. He feared he’d scare you away, a reputation such as his isn’t exactly comforting.

But for a long time, you ached for someone to reach you, and here he was. His eyes held compassion, sympathy. You knew that he knew exactly what you were feeling, and you instinctively gave in to what you needed.

What you needed was to be held. You needed to let out the grief, the sorrow, the self-resentment. You longed for someone to reach you, and he longed for it too. He needed someone to understand how he felt because he was broken beyond repair, and so were you.

You found yourself sobbing in his arms, his embrace only tightening with every pained shake of your body. His own eyes burned, only closing as an attempt to prevent the tears he had held for so long from falling. But to no avail, he failed, his body betrayed his mind and allowed tears to slide down his cheeks and wet your hair the same way your own tears soaked his shirt.

Your pain wasn’t gone and neither was his. But you now had an anchor. One that understood exactly what you were going through. Rather, the misery was numbed for now, but you knew that he was the one you’d go to if you needed a release, the same went for him.

In a world as cruel as this, two souls found their reasons for living. Those two people, were you and him.