#Mike Zacharias Imagines
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abiatackerman · 9 months ago
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AOT characters relationships with you.....
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Levi Ackerman
At first your relationship with Levi wasn't good at all. You thought he's an arrogant bastard and he thought you're a lazy assed useless doctor who won't survive even a second on the battlefield. He got more pissed on you because he was ordered to train a fragile person like you and had to turn you into a soldier.
On the other hand, you used to get so pissed with him because he was a strict and harsh trainer. Also not to mention he used to insult you as often as he could. You almost shouted at him every day. But little did none of you two know, Levi liked it when you would get angry at him and you really liked shouting at him.
Slowly but surely, you two started to get close. You started to heal his mental and physical wounds, he focused on making you stronger. Not to mention he never hesitated to let anyone know that he was your protector and he would show no mercy to anyone or anything which will try to hurt you in any way.
But with you he was soft. He would cry on your shoulder, reveal his real feelings to you. You helped him to get out of his childhood trauma, showed him how amazing love and physical affection is.... You made him love you so hard that getting worried if losing you, he dragged your ass to the church and married you just when he got the chance. And thus you two become the ideal couple of the survey corps.
Hange Zoe
She's your best friend in the survey corps. Also not to mention you two spend the most time together. You two are like sisters to each other, you pulling her to shower she's pulling you out of your bed in the morning. Though there's a lot of difference between you two.... You two never fail to get along.
Also, she's the main supporting character in your relationship with Levi. Also the main teaser too!
Erwin Smith
Your relationship with him is formal but you two both respect each other. You slowly but surely get his trust and he started to trust you so much that he never imagined making you a pawn of his bet. Also you both support each other mentally if you two get the chance. Like he would console you if you wouldn't be able to save a soldier's life and you would console him if one of his plans would accidentally fail.
Special Operation Squad members
Since you were a member of this squad too and you spent most of your time with them, your relationship with them was pretty friendly. Especially with Petra, you cared for her like she was your little sister. Also you and Oluo would try to mimic Levi together, have fun chatting with Eld and Gunther. They even forced you to meet their family... That's how close you were with them. You were the breath of fresh air and happiness in the squad.
Mike Zacharias
Your relationship with him was just how two colleagues relationship should be. You two would meet often and talk about the normal things out of formality. Also you liked how amazing his smelling ability was, it always amused you.
Eren, Mikasa and Armin
You always cared for them as you little siblings. Especially Armin, who likes to read books just like you. You would chat with him for hours about your favourite books and not to mention support his amazing ideas and encourage him since he was so insecure about himself.
Eren and you had spent enough quality time together. He was so scared of Levi and you would try to reassure him as you would laugh seeing his scared expressions. Also most of the time you two would talk about the titan abilities and you would try to find out how many similarities titans and humans had until it was discovered that titans are actually humans.
Mikasa and you never really spend that much time together.... But you always respected her for her strength and protectiveness and she loved you for always saving Eren's ass from Levi.
Jean Connie and Sasha
Just like the previous trio, you cared for these three the same. Especially Sasha, you probably cared for her the most. You find her always the cutest and the most adorable. You litarery cared for her so much that you sometimes gave her the opportunity to sneak in the kitchen to steal food. Also you loved cooking for her and enjoyed seeing how happily she ate them.
As for Jean and Connie, you would always enjoy their jokes and stupidity. You would sometimes joke with them too to reduce some weight from your shoulder. They were a refreshment for you from the cruel life of the survey corps.
Historia Reiss
You always felt pity for her. You didn't know her until her true identity was revealed. After she became queen and started to work for the homeless-unwanted children, you helped her to run the orphanage and to manage the kids. You were with her during her pregnancy period and helped her to give birth.
A/N: Hello there everyone! So I decided to write my thoughts on what your relationship would look like with the AOT characters. Of course it's my and only my thinking, you guys can think in your way. Here you means 🫵 (if you wanna imagine yourself) also me and my oc.... The oc of the story I've been writing on my ao3 account.
So that's it! Hope ya all have a great day!
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xoxosimp · 9 months ago
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20 Minutes Left
Pairing : Mike Zacharias x Reader
Synopsis: Doing your laundry at 2 am never felt so rewarding. 
A/N : This fic is for @chaotic-nick One Night Stand Collab! This was beta read but I did not proofread this LOL.
CW: car sex, unprotected sex( wrap it before you tap), size kink if you squint, fast paced
There was a certain type of peace when you did your laundry at 2am. 
There were no children running around the laundromat or elderly ladies trying to make conversation. It was just you and the machine swishing your laundry. 
“What is an angel like you doing up so late?”, a new voice chimed. 
You turned your head to the most handsome man your town has ever seen. Mike Zacharias. He had beautiful emerald eyes with disheveled blonde hair. His huge arms filled with beautiful geometric patterns made of ink 
This man was panty-dropping, drop dead gorgeous.
“I’m doing my taxes,” you said dryly. 
“ May I sit  while you do these taxes ,angel?” something twinkled in his eyes when he noticed you were staring for a second too long.
Gosh, his voice was rich and deep. He made sure to enunciate every letter, every syllable of his pet name for you. Like he’s tasting it. 
You gestured toward the empty chair next to you. “What are you doing up this late, Mike? You don’t have any laundry with you.” 
He took a seat. “ I was nearby meeting with a friend when I saw you through the window. And I will say angel, I like what I’m seeing.”
His eyes are doing that again. They take in your body, no doubt appreciating your work uniform that left little to the imagination. You wore a crop top and fishnets under your denim shorts that ended right where they needed to. 
“ I’m pretty sure I’ll be wearing less come next week,” you rolled your eyes.
“How so, angel?, ” he questioned. 
“Apparently someone bought the bar I work at. Probably some middle aged loser who wants to turn it into a strip club.”
“ Aren’t you judgmental, angel?” He teases.
“I’m not being judgemental, It’s a prediction,” You state matter of factly. 
He chuckles, and gosh you think your pussy fluttered around nothing. Everything about this man was heavenly, it was sinful.  
Then he gave you that look. Those eyes that conveyed he knew every single dirty thought running through your mind. That grin that said he wanted to fulfill every single dirty thought. 
“ You have 20 minutes left of your cycle,angel,” he pointed out. 
“ And?” you raised an eyebrow. 
“Can’t just have you sitting here, angel, when you could be doing something much more productive.”
“Take it all, angel,” he huffed, “be a good girl.”
In a matter of minutes both of your clothes were discarded and thrown in the back of Mike’s car. It was like he planned this, since he was conveniently parked in the darkest corner of the laundromat parking lot. 
“Take it all, angel,” he huffed, “be a good girl.”
Gosh, you thought you were taking him. You don't dare look down at your tiny cunt trying to take his length. You take a deep breath and slow inch down on his dick. Your cunt was spasming on him. You held his shoulders so hard it would leave bruises. 
Mike clenched his stomach in an effort not to finish so soon. You were barely inside him yet the silkyness and heat of your pussy was overwhelming him.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he groaned, “ Take all of me.” 
You sink down slowly, until finally- he bottoms out.
You’re so deep in your haze of arousal to truly understand how crazy this is. You’re about to ride Mike in his car, in public, where anyone could see you.But, the way you felt him in your stomach, the way his cock kissed your cervix without pain, any sense of rationality went out the window.
Once you adjusted to his size, you slowly grinded on Mike, leaving no space between the both of you so you could grind your clit until his pelvis. His warm hands found purchase on your hips and encouraged you to keep dragging yourself back and forth on his dick.
You lean on your knees and start bouncing on him. He was so deep inside of you, you were sure you were going to feel him even after you finished. Skin slapping skin and your loud moans filled the air as the car shook.
“ Fuck, angel,” Mike groaned. “ Keep bouncing angel, be a good girl.” His praise made your clit throb.Your thighs were burning but you were so close. Your perfect tits in his face. Your head is thrown back in pleasure. You, moaning his name while you rode him.
You were picturesque.
“Mike ‘m close m’ close,” you babbled mindlessly. You, fucked out on his cock. He wants more of this. 
“ Then be a good little angel and cum on my cock,” he commanded softly. “Cum for me, angel.”
The base of your spine was tingling in pleasure. Your high was going to come crashing down, and his words were all you needed.Your cunt clenched down hard on him, squirting on his cock.
Mike didn't stop. Your cunt was spasming in overstimulation as he bucked his hips into you at a fast rate. He’s going to leave bruises on your hips depending on how hard he’s gripping them. You arched your back as his balls slap against your skin.
‘ Take me so well, angel,” his words are slurred, “ ‘m close angel”
The warmth of your cunt became too much and with three thick spurts,he painted your cunt white. 
You were so cock drunk you couldn't determine how much time really passed. Mike slowly pulls out of your cunt, and he’e delighted to see his cum spill out of your messy cunt.
“ You okay, angel? “Mike asked softly as he rubbed your back. 
You nodded as you rested on the crook of his neck. “ Give me words, angel”
“‘M okay” you mumbled. He was so warm you didn't want to leave his embrace yet. Or ever.
“ You should probably check on your laundry,” Mike quipped. 
You picked up your head and gave him a “ oh so it’s like that face”. “Are you trying to say this one night stand is officially over?”
“ Not in the slightest, angel,” he chuckled.
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Somehow you and Mike mentioned to get cleaned up and put your clothes back on. You didn't even bother putting your clothes to dry. You just needed a hot shower and sleep. 
Your legs ached from last night’s tryst with Mike, you contemplated calling out of work. But Pixis insisted everyone be there so the new owner could meet his staff. 
You sat at the bar with your coworker , Hitch, resting your head on your palm.
“Girl, you look like hell,” she stated, wiping the bar, “ Rough night or somethin?”
Well, Mike was rough with you last night.
“Or something,” you mumbled.
“Here are two of my best bartenders,” Pyxis’s voice boomed through the empty bar. 
He says that about all his bartenders, you rolled your eyes internally.
“Mr.Zacharias, meet-” his voice drowned out as you picked your head up and made eye contact with the new owner. 
Heart melting green eyes. Beautiful messy, blonde hair, and a panty dropping smile.
Oh Fuck no.
“ Everything alright?” Mike asked. His tone was level but his eyes were teasing. Pyxis and Hitch couldn't see his lustfulness, no doubt remembering what happened before the sun rose.
You rubbed your eyes and snapped out of your trance “I’m fine, just tired is all.” you said.
“Something kept you up?”
“ Laundry took forever,” you answered, “ more than 20 minutes, to be precise.”
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221castiel · 7 months ago
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If This Was A Movie
Modern AU // Parent Dean // Fluff
Cas works a part time job at the movie theatre and Dean is the young dad who regularly takes it daughter to the movies.
You can also read it on AO3 Here!
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“She was too pretty to die,” Charlie complained, leaning her back against the front counter as Cas restocked the candy display.
He gave a small nod in agreement, carefully placing down a box of Mike and Ikes to ensure it didn't knock down any other box. “And she has yet to have her own movie,” he stated, repeating one of Charlie’s complaints from the start of their shift.
“Exactly,” Charlie cried, tugging a smile across Cas’ lips. “Then they added a bullshit girl power scene as if that would fix everything.”
“And it did not.”
“It didn’t do anything!”
He squinted at Charlie as she grabbed the pack of candy he’d just placed down, though she only gave her shoulders a shrug and opened the box. Their manager Zacharia would be furious if he found out they were eating candy without paying and though Charlie knew that, Cas was certain it was the exact reason she did. “I thought you enjoyed the movie?” Cas said as he grabbed another pack to replace the one Charlie had taken.
“I did like it,” Charlie argued, pushing a red candy past her lips. “I just think Steve shouldn’t have gone to the past, professor hulk was stupid, Stucky was done dirty, and tony deserved better.”
“But you enjoyed it?”
“Obviously!”
Cas tilted his head and Charlie smiled back, before popping another candy into her mouth and offering the box to Cas. “Common,” she insisted, giving it a small shake, “you need the brain energy for tomorrow.”
She gave it another shake and this time Cas reached his hand into the box and grabbed two of the candies. “It’s your last final tomorrow?” Charlie asked as she leant back against the counter, shaking the candies into the palm of her hand.
“Yes,” Cas replied looking down to the two candies in his own hand. “Zacharia has been kind enough to let me go home early, so I will have a few more hours to study.”
“How’d you manage that?” Charlie asked, “did you have to suck him off?”
“Pardon?”
“You know,” Charlie continued, her smile only widening as Cas’ cheeks grew warmer. He should have been used to Charlie’s inappropriate jokes by now, but even after working together for over a year he still felt flustered. At least they were alone this time. “Did you do your little head tilt give him your big eyes, and drop to your knees to-“
A bell rang as the front doors were pushed open and their heads turned. “Speaking of dropping to your knees,” Charlie teased, a grin spreading across her face as Cas’s cheeks grew warmer.
Dean Winchester walked into the theater with the same ease that he always did. A smile across his face as he looked down to his young daughter and nodded along to whatever she was saying. He and his daughter were regulars at the theater, coming every second Sunday for the 7 o’clock without failure. It was the highlight of Castiel's job. There was something about being around Dean that Castiel could never get enough of; whether it was the way his eyes crinkled as he laughed at one of his own jokes or how he lent against the front counter shrinking the space between the two of them. Dean brought the kind of comfort that could only come from the streets of your hometown, and Castiel could spend the rest of his life getting lost in it.
Charlie nudged him and he stumbled forward to the cash register, making it only seconds before Dean and Emma.
“Hey,” Dean greeted, an easy smile spreading across his face, showing off his teeth. He wore a blue and white superhero suit, the fabric a tight material that defined his figure, leaving little to the imagination. Not that Castiel minded. Dean was good looking, even Charlie could admit that.
“Hello Dean,” Castiel greeted, hoping his voice was less shaky than he felt. He looked to Emma, giving the young girl a small. Her gaze was easier to hold then Dean’s, which he often found himself staring at for a few seconds too long. “Hello Emma,” Cas greeted, “I like your suit.”
A wide smile spread across her face as she looked down to the blue and red suit she wore. “I’m Captain Marvel,” She declared, blonde hair falling into her face as she looked back up. “She’s a really super cool superhero,” Emma explained, “She shoots lasers from her hands.”
“Photon beams,” Dean corrected and Emma crossed her arms, glaring up at her dad.
“They’re lasers.”
“Alright boss women whatever you say,” Dean looked back at Cas, a grin across his face, ‘she’s wrong,’ he mouthed, causing Cas’s neck to warm. Dean lent his elbow against the counter top, and glanced at the menu on the back wall before looking back to Cas, his eyes wide and lips pressed together. He was close enough to see the freckles that dusted his cheeks. He was young looking to have a daughter who must have been at least seven. Dean himself couldn’t have been out of his early twenties, only a couple of years older than Cas. He could have been her brother just as easily as he could have been her dad.
“What’re you thinking, monster?” Dean glanced back at Emma who stood on her tiptoes to see over the counter. “A large popcorn and coke?”
“I want chocolate!” Emma cried.
Dean nodded, in a serious manner. “You make a good argument,” he hummed, “M&Ms or KitKat?”
“You could get both.” Cas offered a smile immediately spreading across Emma's face as she cheered.
“Alright, a large popcorn, a coke, and the chocolate,” Dean said as he pulled his wallet from his pocket, and pulled out his debit card, “Who needs a savings, when there’s overpriced candy to buy.”
“You could buy candy before you arrived,” Cas offered, “It would be cheaper.”
Dean raised his eyebrows before that smile returned, “when would I get to talk to you then?” he asked.
Cas’s lips parted, the statement so genuine he could only stare as the warmth spread from his cheeks to his body; his heart thudding helplessly in his chest. Dean always managed to do that, take the words out of his mouth, take the air out of his lungs, and Castiel couldn’t care. He would give Dean anything if it meant getting to spend one more moment with the other man.
He swallowed his heart still pounding in his ears as Charlie’s hand rested on his back. “A KitKat and M&Ms for the young lady,” she declared, placing the two bars onto the counter, “I’ll help you pay for those while Cas grabs your popcorn.”
Cas dumbly nodded, stumbling to the popcorn machines and away from Dean’s piercing gaze. He hoped Charlie knew how grateful he was. He was certain the only reason Dean continued to talk to him was because of her and her ability to make sure Cas didn’t make a complete fool out of himself. She’d spent hours explaining how flittering worked, the difference between longing stares and just staring, what questions were too invasive, what compliments weren’t compliments and simply were statements. Though she often ended with ‘at least girls like that, I don’t know about dudes,’ Castiel still found it helpful.
He slowly filled a large popcorn bag, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts before he carried the bag back to the front counter.
“I was just telling Dean about our trip to comic con last year,” Charlie said a teasing smile across her face, “and how you should’ve worn your Bucky costume tonight. It would’ve been perfect since Dean’s Steve”
“It would have been uncomfortable,” Cas responded. Charlie rolled her eyes while he gave Dean the bag of popcorn and wished him a good night.
“He looked really hot,” Charlie called as Dean and Emma began walking towards the small arcade.
Dean laughed, “yah, i’m sure he did.”
Charlie turned to Cas, her eyes wide and mouth a gap. “Oh my god,” she mouthed, before repeating it louder once Dean was no longer in sight. “You have to ask him out,” she squealed.
“Why?”
“Because he’s totally, 100%, completely into you.”
“How are you sure?”
Charlie dramatically sighed, throwing her hands into the air. “He called you hot,” she cried, “I couldn’t make it more clear.”
“You called me attractive and he agreed.”
“Cas, he’s the total package. Hot, funny, good person, hot.”
“He may not be a good person.”
“He’s a good dad so of course he’s a good person.”
Cas pressed his lips together and Charlie raised an eyebrow. It was true, even in their short exchanges it was undeniable that Emma was the center of Dean’s world. They arrived at every movie dressed for the occasion, Emma in a fancy dress while Dean wore a suit, as if they had arrived to see the Opera rather than Disney’s latest remake. If she asked for a pack of smarties he’d buy her two. If she insisted that the floor was too sticky he’d carry her. If she asked for the moon, Dean would give her the galaxy.
She was his everything, and unlike how the sky bleeds from blue to pink, Cas was certain that would never change.
He dug his nail into the wood of the front counter, picking at a small piece that had begun to splinter. “Then he likely has a wife.”
“He doesn’t wear a ring,” Charlie replied, “I’ve been checking.”
“Even if he is single, he is not gay.”
“He came wearing a Captain America suit,” Charlie cried, “that man is a fag.”
“It’s because he is a good father.”
“A good dad lets their daughter dress up, a gay dad dresses up with their daughter.”
Cas rolled his eyes, turning away from his friend. Dean and Emma were still in the arcade, a smile across Dean’s face as he watched his daughter play one of the machines, cheering her on. It was fun to imagine that they could be something more. Wonder what Dean’s lips felt like against his own or how their hands would fit together. But that’s all they were, fantasies that he made up to pass the time, Castiel didn’t get movie endings.
The rest of his shift seemed to drag on as few customers arrived, leaving him to aimlessly clean counters and floors that didn’t need it. Anything to seem busy. When the clock finally struck ten Cas was quick to leave, bidding Charlie a goodbye before he left only half way through pulling his coat on. It wasn’t until he’d stepped onto the streets when he stopped in his tracks.
“Emma?”
The young girl sat alone on one of the city benches, slowly swinging her legs. She still wore her superhero suit though a winter coat had been pulled over top along with a toque and scarf.
“Emma,” Cas repeated and she turned her head. Cas didn’t think he’d ever seen the young girl frown and he never wanted to see it again. It was heartbreaking to see her with her bottom lip puckered out and eyes glazed over. The tears had yet to fall and somehow that made it worse. “Are you okay?”
She shrugged and Cas frowned.
“Where’s your dad?”
“With mommy,” Emma said as pointing across the street to where Dean was leant against a car, arms crossed over his chest as he talked to a blonde woman, a scowl across his face. He shook his head at something the woman said, then ran a hand through his hair before responding. He’d never seen Dean angry before. Even when Emma was sprawled across the floor of the theater's lobby screaming and crying, he’d been calm, gently talking to her until she could talk. It didn’t suit him.
“Would you mind if I sat with you?” Cas asked.
When she didn’t respond, Cas took a seat on the bench. She looked up at him and Cas smiled, though she only stared back. “Did you like the movie?” He asked and she shrugged, “did you have a favourite part?”
She shrugged again and looked at her shoes, going back to slowly swinging her legs.
Cas sighed. The streets had been cast in shadows, the few street lamps doing little to fight off the night. His bus would be coming soon, though Cas couldn't bring himself to leave Emma alone.
“Was Captain Marvel in the movie?” He asked and a small smile tugged at Emma’s lips
“Yah,” she whispered.
“Was she cool?”
“So cool,” Emma explained.
Her smile widened as she continued to talk, describing her favorite parts and characters. Her hands flew around and Cas nodded along politely, adding small comments occasionally. When he asked what Dean had thought Emma had to pause, her nose scrunching slightly before she declared that he had loved it just as much as her.
“Does your dad have a favourite superhero?”
“He likes Batman,” Emma said, “but Batman doesn't come in this movie so he likes Captain America.”
“Captain America is also very cool.”
“But not as cool as Captain Marvel.”
“But not as cool as Captain Marvel,” Cas agreed.
She played with the end of her scarf as she looked back to Dean and her mom. The woman had pulled a paper out of her purse and offered it to Dean though he shook his head. She said something else and he took it to read.
The bus's headlights lit the street, though Cas didn’t move, letting the bus pull up to the stop to let some out before leaving without him. He couldn’t bring himself to leave Emma alone and instead leant closer to her.
“Would you like to hear a secret?” He whispered and Emma looked back at him. “You have to promise not to tell anyone”
“I pinky promise.”
“I like your toque,” Cas whispered and Emma giggled, the corners of her eyes crinkling.
“Can I tell you a secret?” She whispered back
“Of course.”
Emma glanced at her parents before leaning closer, “daddy likes you.”
“He told you?” Emma nodded, though before Cas could ask more questions Emma’s mom was calling for her and the young girl was waving goodbye. She ran across the street and into Dean’s arms giving him a long hug before she got into the back seat. Dean then said something to the woman as she got into the driver's seat.
She said something back before closing the car door and driving away, leaving Dean standing alone.
Cas doesn’t get the chance to respond as the woman calls Emma over. After giving her a hug Dean comes over to Cas.
He still wore his superhero suit though a large leather jacket had been pulled over top. Despite the jacket, his cheeks and nose had grown pink from the cold, evident against his pale skin.
“You didn’t have to wait for her,” Dean said as a cold breeze blew past. He stuffed his hands into his coat pockets and Cas pulled his own coat closer as if that alone would stop the chill.
“It wasn’t an inconvenience,” Cas replied, “either way I have to wait for the bus.”
“The one that just drove past?”
Cas squinted, “maybe.”
“Okay, get your ass up,” Dean said, “I’m driving you home.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Come on man, it’s the least I can do.”
Cas wanted to make another argument, it would only be another ten minutes until the next bus came, but he knew Charlie would be furious at him if she found out that he’d turned Dean down. Besides that, he wanted the opportunity to talk to Dean. They’re conversations had rarely been longer than a few minutes, and often revolved around whatever movie Dean was about to see that Cas definitely hadn’t seen. This may have been Cas’s only chance.
Without another argument, Cas let Dean lead him to a slick black car parked on the other side of the road. It held an old smell, from years of being driven, though the interior itself was well cared for and didn’t show its age. Cas told Dean the address to his dorm room, and after Dean put it into his phone he pulled away from the curve, the soft sound of rock music filling the car.
Dean lips stayed pressed in a tight line as he drove, his eyes stuck on the road. Despite that the rest of his posture was relaxed, one hand on the steering wheel as he leant back into the seat.
They took a left turn and Cas adjusted his seatbelt. “Your girlfriend is pretty,” he said as Dean then took a right turn. Even without Charlie there to clarify Cas was certain that didn’t count as flirting, but the silence had dragged on for too long and he wasn’t sure what else to ask.
“Ex girlfriend” Dean said, eyes still on the road. “Sorry you had to deal with that shit. She wants to take Emma on some road trip to Canada with her new boyfriend, but it overlaps with my week so I’m being a dick about it.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” Cas replied, “relationships are complicated.”
A smile tugged at Dean’s lips. “Yah, the last three years of ourswas a shit show,” Dean explained, “we should’ve broken up a lot earlier then we did but we had Emma when we were young and I guess we wanted to prove that we weren’t teenage fuck ups.” He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, inhaling slowly before he spoke again.c“There’s just too much bad blood now for either of us to be civil.”
“Like Taylor Swift.”
Dean laughed, “yah, like Taylor Swift.”
“I think you were successful in not being a ‘teenage fuck up’,” Cas said, making air quotes as he said ‘teenage fuck up.’ “Emma is very nice.”
“Isn't she?” Dean said, a smile spreading across his face. He seemed to glow as he talked about the ballet classes she was starting and the nights they’d spent practicing together. Cas wasn’t sure what an élevés and coupes was, but he could imagine Dean stood in his living room helping Emma perfect the careful movements. The same smile would spread across his face as he cheered her on, proud of her whether she could do it or not.
“You don’t want to hear about this,” Dean apologized. “You’ve gotta start talking.”
“I like to hear about it,” Cas said, and it wasn’t a lie. He’d listen to the other talk about anything if it meant Cas got to see his smile.
Dean shook his head, “nah man- it’s your turn,” he said, “what’re you studying at school?”
“It really isn’t interesting.”
“Hey, I wasn’t interesting either.”
Cas sighed, “I’m doing a major in history with a minor in religious studies.”
“What do you do with that?”
“Not much, but I would like to become a professor.”
“Shit,” Dean said as he pulled up to the entrance of Cas’s dorms, “smart and good looking.”
Cas turned away, hoping the warmth in his cheeks wasn’t visible. “Thank you for the ride,he s said as he pushed open the passenger door. He didn’t want the night to end. He wanted to spend hours driving around listening to Dean talk about Emma, and his job, and the movie, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. At minimum he wanted to see that smile one last time.
“Anytime,” Dean said, “have a good night.”
Cas got out of the car though hesitated when he went to close the door, Dean’s gaze still on him. He looked beautiful under the moonlight, shadows casted across his face, though he always looked beautiful.
A breeze came and Cas pulled his coat closer to his body. He hoped Emma was right.
“I have my last final tomorrow morning,” Cas stated holding Dean’s gaze, “would you like to get coffee afterwards.”
Drawn smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, “hell yah. I’ll pick you up at 1:00?”
“That will work,” Cas replied. “Goodbye Dean.”
“See yah Cas.”
His heart continued to hammer in his chest as he closed the car door and turned away, the sound of the car’s engine slowly growing more distant. Tomorrow it will be back, parked in the same spot with Dean in the driver's seat. Maybe Cas did get movie endings.
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starshower1215 · 6 months ago
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AOT/SNK Veterans: Academic Headcannons (but Marauders-style/vibes!)
This is from an ongoing idea I had and a post I saw saying that the veterans are just AOT's version of the Marauders Era. It's for that 5% crossover in both fandoms.
Levi Ackerman is the Remus Lupin when it comes to playing pranks on the school. He lived the thug life (ATYD reference), he knows the ins and outs of not getting caught.
Hange Zoë is a bit Sirius Black. She actively searches for ways to prank, unlike Levi, and whenever he has the slightest idea, she is all over it, filling in the details and making the actual plans.
She loves to blow things up in classes and lectures, too. She has a streak for mischief.
Erwin Smith has James Potter's heroic streak, but Remus' study habits. He and Levi always pretend not to be amused by Hange and Mike Zacharias' prank ideas, but they find themselves participating for some unknown reason anyway.
Unfortunately, most Marauders content doesn't go into detail with Peter, because a lot of people hate Peter (young Peter is so innocent, though). Mike is now Peter Pettigrew because he sniffs and Peter is a rat (I just did them so dirty, I'm sorry).
Now I am imagining that instead of houses, the school is just split into the Military Police, the Survey Corps, and the Garrison. I am not sure what that means, though.
All four of them are known for their smarts, because what are the Marauders if not effortlessly [and infuriatingly] intelligent? Erwin is top of the class every time, and is often seen studying and putting the work in. Mike follows soon after, despite being seen as a slacker (nobody ever seems to be able to find him studying). Levi studies like a normal human being and passes with low A's. Hange doesn't really study, but she goes out of her way to apply the knowledge outside of lectures and classes; she may not have the best exam scores, but she knows the material the best (because the school system is broken).
Erwin always looks perfectly put together; necktie done, buttoned up to the throat like a loser (jk), his hair done as it usually is. He is unerringly civil with his peers and underclassmen, and people look up to him as some sort of star student.
Levi is the same in appearance, though with his blazer thrown stylishly over his shoulders instead of worn correctly (he took Hange's). He's seen as very aloof by his peers, but not unkind. Though I imagine he did bully Erwin (not entirely seriously) when they were younger. This amused Erwin to no end. He didn't care then, but now Levi is made fun of for it.
Mike looks fashionably disheveled, but not in the way that makes it look intentional (though, it may be intentional). His tie is a little loose, top few buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The whole charade.
Hange looks unfashionably disheveled, but as is insisted upon by my biased mind, he's still really beautiful. He's one of those people who are only ever outside with their hair up; only Levi, Erwin and Mike (their dorm mates, I suppose) have ever seen him with his hair undone. It is oddly intimate, but nice.
Each of Hange's friends carries a spare pair of glasses for her, because she always breaks her own in the strangest of ways.
For their lunch hour, the four of them routinely congregate in the same bathroom because Levi makes them all wash their hands before leaving to actually eat.
Erwin and Hange are study buddies! They like to sit in the library as a pair and Hange will quiz Erwin because he cares about studying. He likes to study with her because she always has interesting things to add on, or she might be elaborating on a piece in the textbook and helping him understand better.
Of course, they do all sit in the library together. Erwin and Hange do their studying, Mike gets bored and bothers Levi, and Levi gets annoyed as he drinks his tea and reads a book.
They stargaze as a group in their dormitory, either at the windows or on the rooftops.
They also get drunk together and stumble home laughing on the weekends or on hot summer nights.
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theearlgreymage · 6 months ago
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“Relax, my darling,” Erwin’s voice travels up his body in prickling waves. “Let me take care of you.” Erwin does take care of him. He’s given him more than he ever could have wanted in the years they’ve known each other. Erwin makes him feel loved. The voices are silent when Erwin leaves after a light breakfast. They know what they’ve done, Levi can feel their malicious grins plastered up the length of his spine. Deep rooted sentiment and fervor have ensnarled themselves in the gaps between his ribs. Blooms of white Carnations, Wisteria, and Tulips have pierced his lungs and the thorns of roses have nested themselves in his heart. Sprouts of undying love have planted themselves so deeply within him, that he doesn’t even know where to begin in digging them out — can’t imagine plucking them free without removing a vital part of himself with them.
So, I may have gone off the deep end this time. Kind of wrote my first Dead-Dove fic. And it kind of possessed me for nearly two weeks while I wrote all 90 pages of it.
Anyways. It's a lot. The tags are a bit spoiler-y, but I do recommend looking at them before reading this.
I also recommend pouring yourself a glass (or bottle) of wine while you read this one.
Enjoy!!
Read it here on AO3
Additional information is below the cut ✂
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman & Erwin Smith
Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Hange Zoe, Moblit Berner, Mike Zacharias, Nanaba (Shingeki no Kyojin), Keith Shadis, Eren Yeager, Kuchel Ackerman, Kenny Ackerman, Special Operations Squad | Levi Squad, Original Special Operations Squad | Original Squad Levi, New Special Operations Squad | New Squad Levi, Squad Hange (Shingeki no Kyojin), Petra Ral, Oluo Bozado, Eld Jinn, Gunther Schultz, Dot Pixis, Darius Zackly, Krisa Lenz | Historia Reiss
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ackerbond | Ackerman Bonding (Shingeki no Kyojin), Psychosis, Hallucinations, Loss of Bodily Autonomy, Loss of Virginity, Dubious Consent, Sexsomnia, Loss of Control, Forced Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Abortion, Major Character Injury, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Trans Character, Trans Male Character, Gender Dysphoria, Forced Detransitioning, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Trans Levi Ackerman, Falling in Love, Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Riding, Breeding, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Drunking sex, Kissing, Boys Kissing, First Kiss, Rough Sex, Gay, Bottom Levi Ackerman, Top Erwin Smith, Bottom Levi Ackerman/Top Erwin Smith, Unreliable Narrator, dark ackerbond, Fucked Up, Cock Warming, The Paths, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Necrophilia, Rape/Non-con Elements, Gaslighting, No Beta We Die Like Pixis - Doing What We Loved to the Bitter End
Summary:
The gravity of the whole conversation strikes Levi then. It weighs him down with vulnerability and emotions he’s not equipped to handle. Erwin’s offering him something he’s never held before, something he doesn’t know that Erwin’s ever even offered before.
“Okay..” Levi settles back into sheets. He lets Erwin peel their clothes off, one article at a time, and then rolls onto his side. Erwin pulls him in for another kiss.
It’s easy, like this, for Levi to relax. The voices have retreated to a hushed corner in his mind, leaving him to bask in Erwin’s attention, uninterrupted. Erwin’s kisses are serene, with little flicks of his tongue and docile fingers tracing the slope of his spine. Tension seeps from Levi’s muscles, he feels unbound — malleable. Everything is saccharine, as though he’s been dipped in golden honey with the way Erwin devours him in the most tender way possible. He has to hold onto Erwin, twist his fingers in pale blonde locks and grip sun-kissed skin. If he could, he’d carve both of them open, pry both of them apart at the seams, just to stitch them back together with a curved needle and silken thread.
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ohmytomorrowisthursday · 2 years ago
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Until I Fall - Part Fourteen
Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader.
Eventual romance but this is a slow burn, definitely angsty and darker. It will also focus a lot on Hange, Erwin and the original scouts. Eren and the 104th training corps will be around but I’m focusing on the older characters in here. Your self insert name is ‘Azeria Becker’ pronouns She/Her/Hers. Using a name because don’t like using ‘y/n’.  
Cannon universe. I wrote this for myself but I hope that you enjoy it, too lol <3
cw: imagine literally every awful/gory thing that happens in SNK. Death, violence and gore. Drinking, sex. (bolded ones in this chapter)
I will be releasing 2 chapters at a time every few days. You can find all chapters here.
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“Thank you all for joining me here,” Erwin said, standing at the front of the remaining soldiers. The field was sparsely peppered with people after having lost so many. Ilse stood beside you, trying her best to balance on crutches. Erwin’s face remained the same as it always had; calm. It suddenly began to bother you as to how he remained so level headed. There was so much more to learn about him. 
“It has been a difficult few days, and I’m certain all of you are exhausted and wondering what comes next. Today, I will announce the restructuring of our branch and name our squadron leaders,” his voice boomed through the air. Looking at him in front of you now, you knew that this was where he was meant to be. He was a born leader. 
“Hange Zoe and Mike Zacharias will be your new Squad Leaders. When we rebuild our troops I will expand leadership. Until that times comes, you will report to them,” he paused and scanned the crowed. You looked over at Levi, his face seemingly annoyed. “There is much to do now that wall Maria has fallen. Your roles have now become more important than ever. Regain your health and stamina. The time to fight again is near, and we all need to be ready to save humanity from this loss. We will begin training once again in three days. You are all dismissed!” 
The soldiers saluted and everyone scurried away. “Come see me tonight?” Ilse asked, you nodded to her and parted ways. You jogged over to catch up with Levi. “So much for our vacation,” you joked. “Yeah,” he said flatly, looking off into the distance. He seemed off. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Yeah,” he replied in his same distant tone. You both walked over to the stables together. 
Aside from the veterinarians and the operations team, the rest of the soldiers who normally cared for the horses were gone. It was often a role that the rookies and older soldiers had to do. There were hundreds of horses, and since the Survey Corps also bred their own as well, there was no shortage of things to do. 
The two of you were kindly given the worst of the jobs; cleaning out the stables. Levi already looked like he regretted joining you. He hung his jacket on a nail and rolled up his sleeves. You looked at him, bemused at his disgust. “Don’t worry, grump, I’ll take out the shit,” you laughed. He shot you a death glare, “Then why are you still here?” 
The two of your worked until lunch. Levi despised cleaning out the barns but didn’t seem to mind spending time with the horses. The mess didn’t bother you too much so you let him stick to brushing out the animals instead. It was quite amusing to see him here; the infamous Levi Ackerman cleaning shit out of barns. If only people could see him now. You liked these moments; when both of you felt like normal people. The past few days had been so hard, but here in the barn, the sun was shining bright and spring was finally in full bloom. Sometimes you’d flick pieces of hay at him and watch his annoyed face “I’m warning you, one more time and I’m throwing you in the manure pile,” he’d threaten. You’d just roll your eyes, “Uh huh.” You loved that here Levi Ackerman was just your friend, not some hero to swoop in and save everyone. Without his Scout uniform on he was just a man. What would you be if you weren’t here, Levi?
The morning had put you in high spirits again. Spending time with the horses was always nice and having Levi accompany you, but he still didn’t seem like his normal self. Afternoon rolled around and Erwin had called his former team into a meeting. This was it; you and Hange would ask him about your side project. 
The room was small but it held your squad, which was nice and made everything seem a little more normal. You sat next to Hange, their disposition always made you feel calm. Erwin stood at the front of the room. His face had changed a little now, in the most subtle way his features had disarmed themselves, and underneath his face was angry and agitated. Maybe you were beginning to read him.
“It’s good to see you all,” Erwin started. “We have a lot to cover. Wall Maria’s breach is a worst case scenario for us. The Garrison are evacuating all residents into Wall Rose and Sina. We may be asked to partake on these journeys as needed, but I have gotten clearance for the Survey Corps to hold back for emergency operations only. Our troops are too weak and we need to save our strength for crucial work.” He paused and looked around. The whole room was listening intently to him; he had that kind of power over people.
“First; the wall breach,” He pulled down a map, “It occurred in the early afternoon. Two titans- the likes of which we’ve never seen before- appeared on the south wall; a titan whose body eclipsed the size of the wall; standing at 60 meters tall. The other was a 15 meter titan with armoured skin. Both were abnormal. They did not attack anyone, however the damage that they did to the wall was significant enough to let in a large group of titans into the city. After they compromised the wall, both titans disappeared. We have no reports as to where they went, and no members of the Garrison could see the titans escaping out into the remaining lands.”
Levi looked skeptically at Erwin, “What do you mean they vanished? How could something 60 meters high just disappear?”
Erwin faced him, “Exactly. We don’t know how they managed to vanish. Most titans give off steam and disappear, but not in the way that the Colossus did. No one had hit it, it seemed to willingly disappear.” 
“How can they do that…” Hange trailed off.
“We don’t know,” Erwin replied.
“Are there any reports from the Garrison around Wall Maria?” Mike asked. “So far,” Erwin replied, “Nothing. It seems the enemy has not returned, all that’s has swarmed Maria is regular titans.”
“So, what’s the plan from here?” Levi asked. 
“The evacuation process is underway. Once the land is cleared of civilians we’ll be able to come up with plans for the next expedition. My hope for the next few months is to focus on rebuilding our troops and training them on the flare signal system. Additionally, I’m proposing that we set up a new base of operations closer to Trost. After yesterdays latest casualty; our current headquarters is too far to respond in a timely fashion. If we don’t improve this situation I fear that the MP’s and the King will use this ammunition against the Corps,” Erwins eyes were far away; he was already looking out towards the next expedition. If he had ever grieved then you’d never know it. “I will keep you all informed as things progress. In the meantime do your best to keep morale high around here.”
“That’ll be easier for some than others,” Hange nudged Levi.
“You stink of shit, four eyes,” He groaned. 
“You’re all dismissed,” Erwin finished. Hange jumped out of their seat and tapped him on the shoulder, you followed behind as fast as you could. “Commander, do you mind if I have a minute of your time,” Hange asked. “Certainly. Let’s wait until everyone has left.” 
The room cleared and the three of you stood alone. “Commander, after our last expedition, and based on the facts presented to us today, I think that we need to make a greater effort to study the titans. I would like to propose a research operation; lets capture a titan alive, and use it to better understand our enemy. With so many unknowns we should be better prepared to fight these creatures,” Hange’s face was confident and determined; you wondered how they could talk to Erwin like that. His eyes shifted towards you, “And how does Azeria fit in with this?” He asked.
Hange’s face lightened up, “Well that’s the best part! Azeria was a mechanic before she joined the corps! Her father trained her on how to build ODM gear and shotguns for the Interior Police. She wants to help me build something that would be able to capture titans!”
Erwin was paused in thought.
“We could work on it alone until the time is right. That way no one else would know of our operation,” Hange added. Erwin continued to think, and your heart pounded waiting in anticipation for his answer.
“I’m sorry Hange but no,” He replied flatly.
“But-“
“No. We just took an incredible loss. How am I supposed to justify putting more soldiers at risk of death for an operation to capture one alive?” Hange’s face dropped into disappointment. “I understand why you’d like to do this, and I don’t think its a bad idea, but right now is not the time.”
“I understand, Commander,” Hange replied, trying to put on a happier voice. “You’ve both done tremendous work over the past few days. Hange, I know you will be an excellent Squad Commander. Azeria, your efforts have not gone unnoticed. Keep up the good work,” Erwin said. His face regained his usual gaze. He was done letting his guard down; now, he was back to being a leader. 
“Thank you, Commander,” You both said. 
The two of you walked out of the room and Hange patted you on the back, “It’s alright, Azeria. Let’s trust Erwin. We can always propose it again when things are better.”
Despite the fact that you felt a little embarrassed for asking you smiled back, “Thank’s for letting me join you anyways.”
In a way, you felt relief; the past few days had shown you how hard it really was to be in the Survey Corps. You were looking forward to being a normal soldier again for the next few months.
chapter fifteen
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pontevoix · 8 months ago
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you are not the bad person you think you are. * na to mike.
erwin  had  theorized  once  that  the  people  who  survive  in  the  survey  corps  have  a  quota.  they  survive  five  to  eight  expeditions,  &  then  they  feel  a  sudden  burst  of  something  like  hellfire  —  it  sends  arrogance  &  twisted  appreciation  for  thrills  (  adrenaline  )  searing  through  the  chest.  after  five  to  eight  expeditions,  there’s  a  moment  when  the  prospect  of  continued  life  surges  through  the  body  like  a  manic  need  to  survive  again,  to  come  out  alive  again.  it  feels  like  a  burst  of  triumph  &  challenge  &  grief  &  cruelty.  it  feels  like  a  lucky  streak.
the  first  time  erwin  conjured  this  theory,  it  had  been  after  their  fifth  expedition.  they  mucked  the  stables  together  &  heaved  buckets  of  water  that  splashed  over  the  sides  of  the  bucket  with  every  step  that  they  took.  the  water  leaves  a  trail  of  mud  behind  them,  &  zacharias  reflects  that  erwin  has  veered  into  something  guilty  &  erratic  since  they’re  last  expedition.  he  has  spoken  too  loudly,  laughed  something  forced,  slept  less,  &  always  found  time  for  extra  work.
zacharias  tells  herwin  that  he’s  speaking  for  himself.  then  he  waits  for  them  to  put  down  their  buckets  to  punch  erwin  hard  enough  in  the  shoulder  that  it’s  understood  that  quota  or  not,  they  still  share  common  ground.  even  if  erwin  was  full  of  shit.
erwin  mellows  out  again  after  the  seventh  expedition.
after  eight  expeditions,  zacharias  feels  a  surge  of  unbridled  energy  run  through  him  —  it  sends  arrogance  &  twisted  appreciation  for  thrills  (  adrenaline  )  searing  through  the  chest.  hellfire.  zacharias  feels  his  most  cruel  then.  he  feels  disrespectful  of  the  loss  surrounding  him  in  a  way  that  he’s  never  been  before,  &  it  makes  him  sullen.  he  trains  harder  at  night,  wakes  up  earlier,  takes  an  extra  shift  in  the  kitchen.
but  he’s  harsher  when  he  critiques  his  comrades'  form.  he  rolls  his  eyes  when  erwin  mutters  something  about  making  a  trip  to  the  city.  they  end  up  sparring,  &  zacharias  finally  admits  that  there  might  be  a  quota.
eight  has  been  his  quota.
it  turns  out  that  being  aware  of  the  quota  makes  it  easier  to  handle  when  it  cycles  around.  it  always  cycles  around.  it  always  makes  him  feel  like  shit,  but  he  understands  it  a  little  better.  he  thinks  he  tucks  it  away  a  little  better  too,  after  he  understands  it.
nanaba ( @deiikara ) tells  him  otherwise.
they’ve  been  training  the  horses  together  —  creatures  just  barely  three  years  old.  it’s  a  slow  process,  but  they’ve  been  making  progress.  taking  horses  out  one  by  one  &  then  finishing  the  session  grooming  them.  they’re  both  only  responsible  for  two  horses  each;  they  have  other  obligations  throughout  the  day.
but  zacharias  scrapes  mud  from  this  horse’s  hooves,  &  nanaba  tells  him  otherwise.
you  are  not  the  bad  person  you  think  you  are,  she  says.
zacharias  straightens.  he  huffs  a  laugh  &  thinks  that  he  doesn’t  tuck  away  the  quota  well  enough  if  nanaba  notices  his  irritability  &  sullenness  &  guilt  &  triumph.
‘  it’s  not  that,  ‘  he  admits.  he  pats  the  horse’s  side  lightly  to  soothe  her  before  bending  again  to  encourage  the  horse  to  offer  him  her  hoof  again.  ‘  it’s  not  an  existential  crisis  or  something  like  that  —  i’m  too  old  for  that.  shit,  can  you  imagine  ?  ‘  he  scoffs,  &  the  horse  protests  the  sound  by  tossing  its  head.
‘  i  think  that  i’m  not  in  doing  as  good  a  job  as  i  could  be.  respecting  the  values  that  i  want  to  respect.  not  on  an  existential  level.  just  .  .  .  a  phase.  you  get  phases  sometimes  ?  ‘
he’s  speaking  broadly,  but  it’s  what  it  is.  he’s  never  liked  talking  too  much.  he  never  felt  too  conversational.  the  horse  is  stubborn  &  young  &  retracts  her  hoof.  &  more  than  that,  he’s  not  in  a  place  where  he’s  able  to  talk  in  too  much  detail.  about  the  political  things  that  scouts  undertake.  about  disagreements  he  has  with  the  man  with  command.  with  what  it  means  to  host  a  kid  who  turns  into  a  titan.  he’s  not  in  a  place  to  talk  in  too  much  detail.  that’s  the  chain  of  command.
zacharias  takes  the  opportunity  to  drift  closer  to  where  nanaba  works.
‘  i  go  through  phases  where  i’m  just  really  glad  to  be  here.  but  you  got  good  eyes  on  you,  you  know  ?   ‘
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axoxtxhxh · 4 years ago
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Can you do Miche x male reader? Like male y/n is a tian shifter and would do anything to protect Miche even if the others deem it wrong. 18+ smit and some angest? If you want..🥺
So sorry this took me a bit. I really had to think about it to make sure I was doing a good job with it. I did cut out the smut only because it would have been too quick for this. I really REALLY hope you like it! ❤️
On Top of the World
Pairing: Miche x Male Reader
Content: Nearly all fluff, tiny bit of angst
Word Count: ~ 2,900
Summary: Reader is a Marleyan warrior, similar to a titan shifter, and one day he feels the need to save a scout from titans.
A/N: I am totally out of my comfort zone on this one since I don’t have much experience writing for a male reader, so I hope I didn’t do terribly. Thank you for the request and I hope you like it!
You remember the first time you saved Miche. You directly disobeyed orders and followed your commander. You were told to continue forward and clear a way for him as he stayed back, moving in to interact with one of the island devils who had killed four of Zeke’s titans in a few swift movements. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You had never seen someone moving so quickly and smoothly. His tall body flying through the air, jumping from titan to titan, his silky hair blowing all around his face as he spun and flipped. That’s all it took for you to follow Zeke as he approached the man. Your interest already completely attached to him.
You knew you couldn’t let Zeke know you were following him so you moved around the trees, hiding in areas he couldn’t see you. You were a small titan, not like the others, certainly not like Zeke. You were a minion to him, just a little busy bee that did what he asked.
You watched as Zeke spoke to him, the horrified look in his eyes was understandable. Zeke was an intimidating titan even for you. You couldn’t believe the strength of him, trying to stand on two broken legs as titans closed around him. That’s when your body took over and you can barely remember how it happened. One moment you were hidden in the trees watching it all happen and then next moment you were running, slashing through titans with your hands and running with Miche in your arms.
He was bigger than you thought he would be, your post in the trees not close enough to get a good look.
You weren’t a titan like the other shifters. You were considered a subclass to them. A lesser version created by Marley researchers in order to grow their army. You were the first one. A prototype. Something they liked to look at in horror, yet in the same breath, confidently ask you to do their bidding. You always listened, except that day.
You watched Miche squirm in your grip and you struggled to hold him. You weren’t as strong as titans were. You were certainly stronger in your titan form than human form, but significantly weaker than a normal titan.
“I’m not trying to hurt you.” You told him, your titan voice deep and throaty. His struggling stopped and you felt his body trembling at your voice. As soon as you shook off the titans following, you slowed down and gently placed Miche on the grass. You both sat there staring at each other. Miche unable to believe what he was seeing while the realization of what you just did hit you.
“You can talk.” Miche spoke first, still taking shallow breaths. You watched his broad chest rise and fall and wondered how it compared to the size of yours when you were in your human form.
“I can.” His eyes widened again at your voice and you took a step back, not wanting to scare him. “I—I’m a titan, but I’m also human.”
You were more of a shapeshifter than a titan, though someone looking at you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. The only difference was your eyes. You struggled to remember what your eyes looked like before you became what you were. Were they brown? Maybe green? You were sure they weren’t blue, but could never be certain how sure you were. It didn’t matter. They were now a luminescent glowing swirl of purples. Something to do with the chemical injections given to you during the experimentation phase of your transformation.
You explained all of this to Miche the second time you saw him. The second time you saved him. That first day was not the last. You would save him numerous times following that day. Each time was the same. Each time he knew you were coming. You could see a smile grow on his face as he picked up your scent.
You never understood his olfactory sense no matter how many times he explained it to you. He’d laugh at the confused look on your face each time he would try.
It was difficult what you were doing. The constant disappearing caught the attention of the warriors. They were always asking where you were running off to and you had to come up with excuse after excuse, lying to your comrades to spend time with the enemy. Those labels started becoming increasingly more confusing to you as did your feelings towards the man you were secretly escaping to meet.
Visiting Paradis wasn’t always top priority for Marley and in between the times you were able to see Miche, you found yourself lying in bed at night thinking about the times you were with him. He wasn’t at all how people of that island were described to you. He was funny and caring, someone you enjoyed spending time with. You often wondered if he thought the same about you. You wouldn’t describe yourself as funny, but he laughed quite a bit when you spoke. Serious conversations turned silly when he smiled.
That night wasn’t any different than the others. You were in bed, your thoughts quickly moving to Miche again. His broad shoulders and muscular arms at the front of your mind. You learned quickly that he was very playful, always play fighting, pretending to fight you when he became restless from sitting, laughing at himself when you playfully pushed him back. You tried not to think about his smile and his laugh as you felt a growing warmth in your stomach. Fighting it only made it worse though. The nights feeling so much longer unless you gave in.
You weren’t sure what it was that kept you going back to see him each and every time. It never occurred to you that he was making the same choice as you. Deciding himself that he wanted to see you each time you were on Paradis.
“Why do you come to see me?” You finally built the courage to ask him. You were thankful in your titan form he couldn’t see what you were feeling. He was sitting in the grass, looking up at the sky and shrugged.
“What else would I do?” He smiled. “Do I get to ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“When will you let me see you?” He finally looked away from the sky and directly at you. You tried to bring your eyebrows together, but your titan form prevented it, leaving you just staring at him.
“What do you mean? You’re seeing me now.”
“The real you.” He clarified.
He wanted to see you in your human form? What for? Was he trying to weaken you? This whole time was he trying to get closer to you in order to use you. He was using you to get to Marley, the get to the other warriors. He didn’t actually care about you. You didn’t know why you were thinking these things, but you were, you couldn’t help it.
“It’s fine, you don’t—”
“Why would you want to see me in my human form?” You stood up.
“Because I want to see you.” He laughed. Maybe it was a nervous laugh, but it felt like he was mocking you.
“What does it matter what I look like? Is that what you care about?” Miche stood up. He realized what you were feeling even without being able to see it or hear it in your tone.
“Y/N, I care about you.” He brought his hand to yours and you looked down at it. It was so small compared to yours, but you knew in your human form it would be so much bigger, able to completely cover yours as he closed his fingers around your hand. You pulled your hand away.
“You don’t care about me. If you did, you wouldn’t ask that.” You took a step back.
“I do ca—”
“You just want to see me weak and small. I’m not weak.” “I know you’re not. I wasn’t—Y/N, I wasn’t saying—”
He stopped speaking when you turned around and ran away, heading to meet back up with your comrades. Maybe they were right. Maybe this place was full of devils only out to get everyone. It didn’t feel right. None of it felt right. You felt confused and hurt. Why would Miche be like that? How could he be like that? He wasn’t anything like what you thought people here would be like. He was different. He had to be different. But when you thought about what he asked, you weren’t sure.
If he did care about you, why would he want to see you in a different way? If he cared about you in your titan form, that was how he saw you. Strong, tall, intimidating, a warrior. Why would he want your human form? Your human form was small, it was weak, it was tired and nothing special. That wasn’t what Miche cared about. He knows you as the titan that saved him. The tough, the durable, the giant titan that he could rely on. You were nothing like that in your human form. Nothing. He may not have known it, but you knew it. If he did care about you, it could only be in your titan form.
You stopped running. It was as if a wall were in front of you and you would hit it if you kept running, but the feeling you felt was more of a pull coming from behind you. A feeling that stopped you from leaving. You couldn’t. You felt something on your face and went to wipe it. Tears? You didn’t even know you could cry in this form.
There was a buzzing sound coming from behind you. You had never heard it before, but you knew what it was. That special gear the people of the island used to get around titans. The sound got closer and closer until it was right behind you, stopping suddenly and then you heard heavy breathing.
You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around. Even if all the reasons in your head told you to turn around. All the training you had told you to turn around, never turn your back on an enemy, but you didn’t. Miche wasn’t the enemy. Even though you knew the man you had fallen in love with was standing behind you, you didn’t turn around. You couldn’t.
“I won’t ask you to do it again.” He panted. “It really doesn’t matter to me what form you’re in.”
“Then why did you ask?” You stayed with your back to him.
“I… I don’t know.” He paused and you could almost hear his worry. “If this is the form you want me to see, if this is who you want to be, if this is who you are… I will love you either way.”
Love?
You turned your head, looking back at him and he smiled. The smile that set of everything. Your feelings, the reason you kept coming back. There was a familiar tingle in your spine and you cried out, your body shaking and bones cracking. Your transition from human to titan often went smoother than the other way around. It was painful and took much longer, your body tensing and sweating as it pushed through the unnatural process.
Your eyes were closed, but you could feel Miche’s eyes on you as your body twitched and shrunk down to half, a third, a quarter of the titan size. You struggled, but you managed to open them up enough to blink away the tears and see Miche’s face. He didn’t have the look of horror that you were expecting. There wasn’t even a look of disgust like you were used to from many of the Marleyan soldiers. It was a look you had never seen anyone give you before. It was a look you could only describe as adoration.
As soon as the shift was complete, you were forced to take shallow breaths as you tried to get enough air for your body. You held what was left of your pants to your stomach, trying your best to adjust to your weaker form. Your muscles felt tired, almost too tired to hold you up. This was a transition the other warriors never had to feel, they always kept their human form, hiding it in their titan’s nape. You, however, became something different, needing a period of adjustment as your remembered how to use your smaller body.
You took one final deep breath and slowly turned around. Miche stood in the same spot, unmoved from when he landed before your shifting started. You opened your mouth to say something, but you didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t really anything you could say.
Miche took a slow step forward, another slow step after that, and another step after that. Each step getting quicker than the previous one until he was standing in front of you. It felt strange and you knew he felt it too. You had never had to look up at him and he never had to look down at you.
He looked almost apprehensive as he stared at your face, trying to find parts of your titan face in your human one. He wouldn’t though, you were completely different. He looked into your eyes, the familiar swirling waves of purple and his face relaxed.
“Your eyes are the same.” He spoke softly.
“They don’t change.” His body stiffened slightly at your voice. It made sense. He had never heard you speak before and you wondered if it was uncomfortable for him to hear. He sniffed the air in front of you lightly.
“Your scent is the same too.”
“I—”
“So this is you?” He asked. The question completely unnecessary because you both knew it was. Still, you found it difficult to speak the confirmation and instead just nodded, having to quickly look away. You weren’t sure if it was discomfort or embarrassment, maybe even shame.
You weren’t that small for a man. You were very average, but to a titan, you were small. To Miche, you were small. You thought of the first time you saw him, flying through the sky over the titans, twisting and spinning as he cut their nape. You remembered his heavy breathing and thought about how big he would seem if you were standing with him as you were in that moment.
Before you even really thought about it, your hand had lifted up, moving towards where your eyes lay on his chest. You were hesitant to touch him, not even really sure if he was okay with you being close to him. You looked like an entirely different person than he was used to. You started pulling your hand away, dropping it to your side and Miche grabbed it, pulling it to his chest and holding it there.
You didn’t even have time to enjoy it because soon after he wrapped his arms around your body and lifted you up from the ground. Your legs were swinging as he spun in a circle and laughed, his smile seemed different somehow and before you knew it, you were smiling with him. The feeling of his strong arms wrapping around you felt so warm, your heart was slamming in your chest at the feeling.
He set you down quickly, moving his hands to your cheeks, cupping your jaw and pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes went wide, your hands holding his shoulders, and you forgot to breathe. There was a strange buzzing in your body that you had never felt before. It moved through you quickly and settled in your stomach. It felt good. You felt high. You felt like you were on top of the world.
Your eyes slowly closed and you opened your mouth, your arms going around Miche’s neck to pull him closer to you. His tongue brushed over yours as his arms moved around your waist and he pulled you up, spinning you in a circle again. It was a feeling you wouldn’t have been able to describe to anyone and a feeling that no one had ever told you that you could feel.
He set you back down and smiled into your lips, pulling away. You had expected Miche to look at you differently once he saw you, the real you. What you hadn’t expected was how different he looked to you. His eyes were brighter, his smile wider, his voice warmer.
You both took a deep breath and smiled, his hand finding yours and holding it tightly while he swung it back and forth.
“I think I might be able to take you on now.” He joked. You looked up at him, trying to guess what he was talking about and he put his arms up, play punching your shoulder and you laughed.
“I can always shift back.” You jokingly threatened, lightly pushing his shoulder.
“Not yet.” He grabbed your hand and pulled it behind his back, bringing you up against his chest. “Just a little longer like this.”
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commanderserwin · 4 years ago
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↦ pairing(s): levi x mike x erwin x reader
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Hello! I'm not sure if you're taking requests, but if you are (and if this not okay for you and your comfort zone), would if be okay to have a one-shot where it's ~rough and smutty~ Reader x Erwin x Mike X Levi? I love your writing style and I haven't really found much for the odd pairing lemon or fluff wise. Gracias, have a lovely day!
↦ warning(s): !!! nsfw !!! foursome !!! smut !!! 
↦ author’s note(s): ah yes, the product of my 3am writing so im just going to walk away🚶🏻‍♀️enjoy !!
ps. it isn’t that rough and smutty since i’m not that well versed with smut but hey i tried, don’t ~judge~ bye bye!! 🥴
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It was Levi’s idea. 
Levi was already sprawled on the bed, his hands laced behind his head, as he watched you take off of your pants, slowly, bending down to fully remove the skinny pants and the underwear you have on. The next was your shirt, unbuttoning it, eyes still on Levi’s. Everybody’s breath hitched when you bared your naked self, as your eyes continued to stay on Levi’s. 
He continued to watch, watch how you got on the bed, his legs widening as you kneeled in the middle. Your hands moved from his ankles to his thighs, and you bend down, air hitting your sex, as you licked his tip. Levi remained impassive but you caught on that subtle change in the rise of his chest, as you licked him down, tongue exposed for everybody to see how you take him down. You stayed in that position as you held him with your hand, thumb pressing lightly on his tip. Suddenly, your hand guided the length of his, slow then fast, just like how he likes it. Levi struggled to open his eyes as you pumper him faster, your thumb spreading the pre-cum, and once he started grunting, groaning, you stopped. 
“Tch.”
You smiled, leaning in forward to lay kisses on his hips, up to his stomach, then to his chest, and on his jaw. Your hands moved up and down his body, fingers grazing on his prickled skin as he watched you intently. 
You want to ride him now, he thought, just by looking at your eyes, he knows you want to. 
His hands grabbed at your face, capturing your lips in his, his hand moving down to your hip to position you right at his cock. He tasted like alcohol when he licked your lips open, tongues now meeting in slick hunger as if it was just the two of you. Both of you pulled away, Levi pulling on your lower lip as you turned your head to the audience. 
Erwin and Mike were still clothed, still sitting on the table with alcohol that Levi prepared. The only thing that has changed is how Erwin got rid of his emerald bolo tie, as Mike already unbuttoned the firsts of his shirt. Erwin gulped down his glass, eyes trained on your bodies as Mike itched on his sit to join. But Levi has other plans. He suddenly grabbed your face again, his eyes pointed at the audience, as he kissed you deeply on the lips, leaving marks all around your neck, collarbones, and finally on your breasts. He pinched your perked nipple, and he smirked at the men, as you squealed.
“No kissing,” Levi darkly said, his eyes now on Erwin and Mike’s. 
They nodded. They seem nervous, blushing from their neck to their ears as they downed another glass. It must be the alcohol or it must be the lewd noises that came for Levi and you, just from blowing him and kissing. Erwin was the one who looked too nervous, making it hard for you to believe that he thought of agreeing to this. Meanwhile, Mike was into it. He was already breathing hard, hand continuously fixing his pants as your sex came into the view. 
Levi stood up from the bed, offering a hand to get you off as well. In a swift movement, he carried you to the table where they were sat, hands curled behind your thighs, as he set you down. He began to kiss you again, his hand going in between your legs to move them apart, and helped you settle on the table as you laid down. You looked up to where you were, Erwin’s nervous face right up to your eyes. Just to tease, you pulled on his shirt, hand going up to his jaw and chin, liking the way his heart pumped hard under your touch. Turning to the left, you saw Mike staring holes at your body, from your chest then to your face. You pulled him down as well by the collar of his shirt, then to his neck and jaw, and forehead, moving away his bangs to see you better. 
Levi pinched your inner thigh, making you move in surprise as you giggled on his excitement. He licked two of his fingers, immediately inserting them in you, pumping slow and hard as your whole body move on the table, as he continued to pump into you. You held on to the shirts of your audience, eyes closing as Levi used his other hand to play with your clit as continued to finger you, curling deep continuously. The sensation from your clit being played altogether was too much that your lewd moans contained the room, filling their ears and yours from how much Levi could break you down with just your fingers. 
You struggled to open your eyes, looking at your lover’s gray eyes, “Should we let them join? After all,” you breathed hard, toes curling all ready at how good he is with his fingers, “this is your idea.” 
Levi nodded, holding down your hip as the sounds from his fingers your wetness surrounded the room, as you whimpered as well for more. More, more, more, getting hot thinking of what the other men in the room would do. Although, Levi has already said that there will no kissing. He’s got that reserved for your body, and only him could do that. He continued to finger you, and you couldn’t help but moan and wrap your hand around the one on your clit, begging him to do more, faster and harder, all ready wanting to feel full just from him. 
“Take off your clothes,” you ordered breathily, taking your eyes off of Levi’s to watch them do so. You wrapped one leg around Levi’s torso, feeling your close coming this fast, seeing how hard everybody is already. Just as you were about to speak, Levi’s fingers exited your hole as he felt your walls clenched, and immediately thrusted right into you, making you moan loudly as that first, hard, thrust made you feel so full, hearing it hit you again and again. 
“Erwin,” Levi breathed, removing himself, making you open your eyes as you breathed hard, waiting. “Come fuck her.” 
Erwin wasted no time, already hard as you watched him take over Levi’s position. You have to slightly open your legs wider for him as he settled in the middle, his hand running up and down his cock. His calloused hand reached to squeeze your chest, his finger running down to your front, as he run a finger as well on your walls, your breath hitching at the sense of someone’s finger on you aside from Levi’s. He used that same finger to press on your clit, your pleasure jolting to your body, making you arch your back, as Levi played with your chests. With no hesitation, you felt Erwin’s hands on your hips, pressing you down on the small table, as he grunted entering you. 
Erwin felt you adjust to his size, your walls clenching, and he moved rhythmically, loving the way chest bounces through the motion. He grabbed your thigh to wrap around his torso, lifting it slight for another angle. Meanwhile, Levi played with your clit and breasts. 
“Faster,” you pleaded, body shuddering with pleasure. Your hand moved to where Mike was, surprised that he was already standing beside where you were being fucked. You inched him forward, your hand on his hip to make him move as close as possible to your mouth. Erwin and Levi moved faster, and faster you are going to cum. Just as when you were about speak, Mike inched his cock to your mouth, shutting you up, making you taste his pre-cum as he lapped it over your dirty lips. 
Mike fucked your mouth relentlessly, capturing your moans with every move of his hot length in your mouth as you came with Erwin’s cock inside of you. You felt the hot splurge of his cum on your stomach, smiling as Levi took his place and pounded into you harder and rougher, your tongue smashed right at Mike’s cock as he also move in synch, as if meeting your body halfway as Levi pounded into you and Mike on your mouth. Levi slapped your cheek slightly, groaning at the painful pleasure, full at each direction as Erwin grabbed your hand to play with his hard length. You nodded, moving your hand up and down as the other coddled with Mike’s balls near your mouth, smirking at how loud they are once they feel your touch. 
Levi loved the sight the sheen of sweat on your body as you gurgled through Mike’s cock and your hand lazily going up and down Erwin’s cock, fully knowing that you are about to cum again. He could feel your walls clench as his cock twitched, and he pounded even harder is harder, hands tighter around your hip and your clit for another pleasure ride. He watched Mike cummed on your mouth, helpfully wiping his mess of your mouth as you moaned and whimpered as Levi moved rougher, rubbing on your clit for added pleasure. 
“Levi,” you whispered hoarsely, “Right there, fuck- fuck- shit-.” 
Levi pounded faster, his bangs sticking to his forehead as Erwin played with your mouth, his cock now on your mouth. Levi wiped the sweat on his chest, burning from the intensity at how you are taking them three, as he fucked you, and Erwin’s cock lining your neck, the words stuck to your throat as you pleaded messily, “Going to- fuck! Shit-.” 
Mike took his place over Levi’s, finally getting a taste of your pussy, groaning at how well you are adjusting to his size, pounding right into you, Levi’s fingers inside of you again. Mike bottomed out on you, making you grab hold of his hand on your waist, nails marking his wrist as he thrusted deep and deep, until it became sloppy, groaning quickly, as your movements emitted erotic sounds, the wetness of Mike’s leftover cum and now Erwin’s on your mouth, to Levi’s fingers still inside you as Mike pounded, heavily, and rougher, feeling his weight on your body. 
“Stretch that pussy,” Levi commanded, his fingers now gone, and left to wrap it on your chin. Levi loves this image of you so fucked-out, red, cum all over your body, as you grabbed for him. He wasted no time sucking on your breast, hand fisting his hair from too much pleasure. Levi wiped the sweat off of yours, smirking as Erwin left your cock, and now your moans could be fully heard, as he wiped down on your mouth as well. 
He listened to you whimpered, Mike still pounding into you, and slowly groaning as Mike became sloppy, eyes closing as he continued, his nails digging into your hips. He groaned, pulling out, shooting his cum on to the table’s napkin in a hurry, as you helped yourself to your own release. Everybody watched you touched yourself, hand going to pinch your nipple, and fingers curling in and out. Levi bent down, his hand moving up and down his length, as he whispered dirty nothings to your ear, hearing you moan as Levi helped you to your high. 
It felt like electricity, your heart pumping loudly and fast, as you cummed on the table with the helped of Levi’s words at your ears, breathing heavily as everybody widely watched you. Smiling lazily, you sat up with the help of Levi’s hand on your lower back, wiping yourself with another napkin as you turned your head towards the other two men. 
“That’s up to your expectation?” 
“Even better,” Mike groaned, cleaning himself up as Erwin began putting on his clothes. 
You turned to Erwin, pink tinge on his ears as you ushered him forward, “Did you enjoy, Commander?” 
“Yes,” his voice raspy and clipped as he eyed your naked figure still on the table. He looked on to Mike and Levi, a small, shy smile on his face as he zipped himself up, still blushing. 
It made you smirked about how shy your Commander was, when he agreed to this. He couldn’t look straight at you, so you managed to tease him a little bit more. You stood in front of him, still naked, as you helped him with his emerald bolo tie. Erwin’s breath hitched, as he felt your finger graze his neck and collar, and he eyed you down with no hesitation, gulping at how his mess still stained your stomach. 
“No looking,” Levi grunted, swatting your hands off of Erwin’s tie as you laughed. Erwin nodded, while Mike joined in your laugh. 
Mike was the most nonchalant in this whole ordeal, clearly showing that he enjoyed as he squeezed your shoulder as he grabbed Erwin by the shoulder, to lead him outside Levi’s room. 
“Bye, Mike!” You said, waving your hand, watching them disappear out of the door.
You crossed your arms at Levi who was already sitting by the table, a glass in his hand as he surveyed you with his steel eyes. His brows was furrowed deep in thought, matching yours as you stared at him. Levi sighed, placing down his glass on the table, as he gestured you forward. Once you were close enough, he grabbed your hips as he placed your naked body on his lap. He got a hold of another napkin, and proceeded to wipe down your sweat and everybody’s mess. He wiped down on your mouth, cheeks, stomach, and your inner thighs as you held him by the shoulder. 
“Is that how you envisioned it?”
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briabell · 7 years ago
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— Mike Zacharias modern day moodboard 🌙
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fict0philia · 3 years ago
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𝓪𝓸𝓽 𝓿𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽
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character(s): erwin smith, levi ackerman, hange zoe, mike zacharias / gn!reader
warning(s): none. SFW, established relationship, comfort
link(s): ko-fi, navigation
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erwin smith
can be a little awkward when it comes to comfort, but he quickly learns how to cater to your needs specifically!
the best hugger. he is so big and he’s built as hell too, so he is very nice to lay on when you’re both relaxing. those pecs are soft! rest your head on them, they’re like your own personal pillows
is very good at verbal comfort. we all know erwin is skilled in the speech department, so if you need advice, reassurance or just to listen to him he’s more than willing to just talk to you
erwin is a very stressed individual, so mutual comforting is definitely going to be a thing between the two of you. loves to rest his head on you and have you run your hands through his hair while he mumbles advice and reassurance into your skin
is a quick learner and will figure out the best ways to make you feel better super fast! need a snack? he’s already making your favorite. need a hot drink? it’s already in your hands. need to be cuddled? he’s already wrapping his arms around you
he might not be available all the time because of his work, but he definitely makes it up to you when he’s there
levi ackerman
does not know how to comfort people. it takes him a long time to accept comfort from other people, so don’t expect him to be good at dishing it back out.
better at physical comfort than verbal comfort, he’s afraid he might say the wrong thing so he will automatically try to place a hand on your back reassuringly or maybe even give you a hug if he’s feeling nice
that isn’t to say that he won’t try and talk to you, it’s just his own version of comfort. is good at reassuring you, as well as asking if he needs to fight anyone that’s hurt your feelings- otherwise, it’s a pretty mediocre conversation
the more he opens up to you, the better he gets- like erwin, he can learn what’s best to comfort you specifically!
levi mirrors your actions from when you comfort him! it’s actually pretty endearing that he takes your actions and returns them 
despite his ineptitude at comforting you verbally, he can give pretty good advice when he tries; so if you have any problems he can be helpful in that regard!
hange zoe
very in tune with their emotions and is one of the best people to seek out when you need comfort
a pleasant mix of physical and verbal comfort, usually holding your hands in their own or resting an arm around your shoulder as they talk about how brilliant you are and how they think you’re amazing!
hange can sometimes get carried away in their own thoughts, so you may need to ask for them to comfort you before they even notice that you’re craving their attention
is the perfect person to talk to if you need to distract yourself- they have so much stuff to talk about, show you, etc that it’d be impossible to even remember what was bothering you in the first place by the time they’re finished
like erwin, they are a great hugger and love hugs to boot! loves, loves, loves physical affection, so they will be all over you if you want them to be
if they can, they will 100% drop everything they’re doing to make sure you feel better before continuing their work- they’re just as dedicated to you as they are to their research
mike zacharias
a man of few words, he prefers to give you physical comfort. when it comes to emotional conversation, i feel like he’s not that great with his words
also a good hugger! the most likely to pull you into a tight hug when you need comfort from him. he’ll rest his chin on your head, occasionally pressing a kiss there as he rubs one of his hands up and down your back
while mike doesn’t like to talk that much, he will always have some words of reassurance for you when you need it. he could talk for hours about all the things he loves about you and how much you mean to him!
the most likely to drop work in favor of you. you’re the most important thing in his life and he’s willing to take a scolding from his higher ups if that means he can make you feel better!
will also get you a snack or drink unprovoked and 90% of the time it’s your favorite- you don’t know how he manages it but you don’t ask questions. he has his ways.
essentially a big teddy bear. just cuddle him and you’ll feel better after like 5 minutes
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shinzou-wo-sus-sageyo · 2 years ago
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ack3rlady · 3 years ago
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Everyday, Miche “forgets” his wallet before leaving for work just so that he can run back home for a second goodbye kiss.
He peeks his head in through the door and smirks upon finding you standing right there - the little, brown leather pouch in your hand, and a knowing smile on your face; something that just never seems to get old.
He pulls you close by grabbing your hand under the pretext of taking it from you and steals a quick peck. Once he finally has what he returned for, he rushes back out to the car.
Oh, and he takes the wallet too.
A blissful routine.
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cloudy-leonhart · 4 years ago
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I JUST READ YOUR VETERANS WITH FILIPINO S/O AND IM SO PROUD WCEIWVEHHW, can i also request a veteran reaction to like, their s/o gets flirted with a guy and their s/o is totally oblivious. (also, nanaba is very cute, ate nana 😭✊)
wait but this is such a good request 🥺 maybe that’s just me, I like jealous headcanons lmao-
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AOT VETERANS JEALOUS HCS WITH OBLIVIOUS S/O!!
[author note: I have a few fic requests in my inbox rn! Please dw if u requested a fic, it takes me a little longer to write fics than headcanons so please don’t think I’m ignoring your request! I also had to rewrite this, I had a bad weekend and tumblr keeps deleting my drafts but I still want to provide for my followers, so I apologize that it’s only half of the veterans! I’ll add Nanaba and Moblit once I do get the motivation too! ]
Summary: S/O get’s flirted with, vets are big jealous babies.
Gender Neutral Reader.
Recommended Song: How Long - Charlie Puth.
TW: some swearing, suggestive themes, yucky boys hitting on you.
Theme: Fluff, canonverse.
Characters: Erwin, Hange, Levi, Miche.
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Erwin Smith
Honestly even he couldn’t tell at first that the noble man (lets call him, Gene.) you were talking to was flirting with you.
You were absolutely oblivious, you think Gene is just having a conversation with you and Gene thinks you like him.
When Erwin notices it, at first he’s like “hmm, maybe Reader’s talking business with him.” And then Gene kissed the back of your hand, in which he felt his eye twitching. He started pouting really bad, he looked like a kicked puppy from across the ballroom. He didn’t want to be rude, so he kept reassuring himself that it was a friendly gesture.
You were absolutely clueless, like “this is fine.” clueless. You had no idea Gene was trying his hardest to court you. Until You felt Erwin behind you, that is.
You know those big coughs that you do to get someone’s attention. Yeah, Erwin coughed REALLY loud. Mind you, Erwin probably towers most nobles. So imagine the face on Gene when he saw this tall, titan-slaying commander towering over him. I think he almost peed his pants honestly, he was like “uh..it was nice meeting you, miss Last name, but uh..I- I uhm.. Igottago-“
Yeah he speed-walked his scared ass outta there, you were kinda just like “what?” You saw Erwin’s shadow and just turned around with the cutest smile on your face.
“Erwin!” You chirped, he softened his glare on the noble and looked at you, cue his pout coming back. “You really didn’t know?”
“Know what?” You asked, walking with him, hand in hand. You guys were walking back to your carriage to go home for the night.
“Reader, he was flirting with you, quite literally trying to court you.” Erwin groaned, his jealousy starting to show. You were still a bit confused, so you just stared at him with a blank expression.
“He was just being nice Erwin, come on.” You nudged his arm, trying to get him to loosen up, he looked at you, in which you looked at him with puppy dog eyes, in response he groaned, being a sucker for your puppy dog eyes.
He huffed, “you’re staying back at the headquarters from now on.” Your eyes widened slightly, “What?! Why?!” You shook him arm. “Because I don’t want you being flirted with, you’re mine reader, and I’m yours.” Erwin squished your cheeks together.
“Owf Cwouse I’m youws-“ you took his hands off your cheek. “You’re the only man for me,” you laughed as you entered the carriage.
“Now get in, I’m feeling a little empty inside and you’re the only who can fix that.”
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Levi Ackerman
Oh dear, if you’re willing to flirt with the Levi Ackerman’s S/O, you’re basically asking for a death wish.
He usually isn’t too jealous when it comes to someone flirting with his S/O genuinely because he’s either busy doing something or he isn’t there at all but...
He’s not called Humanity’s Strongest for nothing. Both of you were in charge for training the cadets. You were known for your kind behaviour, so obviously a lot of the cadets would ask for your training.
In which Levi was okay with because, duh less work for him. He was doing fine until he glanced at you and saw a male cadet getting a little too close. (calling him, Sam.)
You guys were in a secret relationship at the time, he didn’t want anyone teasing you or him about anything so both of you kept it a secret.
See, he regrets that decision right now because it’s really a pain in the ass to see Sam acting like he doesn’t know the moves when he knows damn well he taught the brat those moves a week ago.
So with a clenched jaw, he glared at Sam as you were behind the cadet, teaching him the same move Levi taught him.
Levi looked across the field to see you behind Sam, helping him strike his punch correctly, he felt angered and a little jealous, watching you be so touchy with him.
He sighed and shook his head, trying to calm himself to keep him from doing something, that is until he watched as Sam tripped you just so he could “catch” you. He caught you in those romantic poses.
You weren’t really paying attention to what he was trying to achieve and instead thanked him, unaware of his plan to kiss you. You tried to get out of Sam’s hold, until you realized that Sam was getting close to you.
You were about to start freaking out until someone pulled you into their arms, you looked at your “saviour”’s face, seeing it’s Levi. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to a section commander, cadet?” Sam gulped, walking back. “Just making sure captain Reader’s okay, captain Levi.” Sam saluted, sweating profusely.
“That requires you tripping them and almost kissing them?” Levi’s eyebrow raised as his arm tightened against your waist, that’s when a lightbulb lights up in your mind, ‘Is..is Levi jealous??’ “uh well-” Sam tried to explain himself, “I taught you this move last week, you have no excuse to ask for captain Reader’s help.”
A scowl was long planted on Levi’s face. Sam scoffed, “Okay, so I wanted to court captain Reader, but Sir, they’re single, you can’t blame for wanting to court them.” Levi took a step forward, you prevented him from beating Sam up.
“They’ve got a boyfriend.” He spat out, basically death staring Sam down. “And who’s that?” Sam laughed out.
Levi clicked his tongue, before you knew it, Levi’s lips were on yours. “Me.” He stated.
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Hange Zöe
Hange, they usually are chill most of the times, to be honest they don’t get too jealous, it’s only when it’s painfully obvious, that’s when it starts to tick them off.
I mean, making Levi Ackerman mad is one thing, but Hange?? I’m already planning your funeral. One of the corps’ rules, never ever make Hange Zöe mad.
It does not help when their S/O absolutely is oblivious. 
Hange starts off with being a little skeptical and glancing at you from afar. then it becomes a stare once in a while, and then their mood gets soiled.
they start to become irritated, at this one garrison squad member (let’s name him Avery) talking with you. You should actually be helping them with their experiments.
And they snap when they see you being offered a flower.
Little clueless Reader, just confirmed Avery’s death, it’s been signed this point on.
You could hear AND feel Hange’s stomps nearing both you and Avery.
God help the poor garrison member, because they’re about to be sent to heaven with how jealous and irritated Hange is.
“Hey, Avery.” Hange’s voice cut through your guys’ conversation, “Hange!” you chirped, holding onto the flower Avery had gifted you. “Hange! You’ve met Reader here right?” Avery asked, also unaware of Hange’s attitude.
“yes, they’re actually my partner.” Hange’s teeth was gritted as they took their rightful place beside you, pulling you close. Cue the awkward silence, “Oh my god, Hange I’m so sorry, I thought they were you know-” Hange didn’t even let him finish. 
“Just get the fuck out, Avery.” Hange gave him a glare that almost made Avery shit his pants. “Yes captain!” He saluted and left before Hange could murder him. “What was that about, Hange?” You asked as they took the flower out of your hand.
“He was courting you, and you were letting him, darling.” Hange stated, as you covered your mouth with your hand, “Oh! I’m sorry Hange! Darn it, I’m so oblivious.” You scolded yourself.
“It’s good you can still remember that you belong to me.” Hange continued, inspecting the flower gifted to you. “Of course, you only, Hange.” You agreed, looking at them. 
“Wanna prove it to me then, Reader?”
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Miche Zacharias
Miche is kind of like a grizzly bear, you should never be around him when he’s mad or jealous. 
He tends to be more aggressive when it comes to him being irritated, I don’t mean to headcanon him as a wolf, but I know he just growls when a little thing goes wrong.
He’s possessive over you now, but now he’s basically just suffocating you with his over-protectiveness.
I feel as if he can tell when someone has some kind of weird scent, and it basically spoils everything he can smell.
He tends to hover around you once he gets jealous, he’ll get clingy and probably need to have you touching him somehow, holding hands, side by side. He just needs to be touching you.
He’s the type of person to also just, push away who ever you’re talking with, and just drag you away. 
One time, you and him went on a date and the person who worked there hit on you right in front of him, Miche made him almost piss his pants.
Miche and you were out at an event for survery corps members, celebrating your recent successes with your latest expedition. Miche was with Erwin and Levi while you chatted up a storm with a noble named Walter. 
Miche could feel himself about to break his glass, watching you and Walter laugh together. “So, are you seeing anyone?” Walter asked, you stopped laughing, shocked that he’d ask you that question out of nowhere.
“What?-” At this point Walter had a hold of both of your hands, you were absolutely still in place, “Actually don’t mind that, can I court you?” A big smile was on Walter’s face, wondering about your answer. “I-” 
“You actually can’t, they have a boyfriend.” Miche had long appeared behind you, towering over both you and Walter. You closed your eyes, in a bit of relief, “Yes, this is Miche, he’s a section commander and my boyfriend.” You smiled, hooking your hand with Miche’s, silently hoping that Walter would leave you both alone.
“Ah, I’m terribly sorry, I thought you didn’t have a partner, that’s my fault.” Walter quickly apologized, seeing how intimidating Miche was. “well, I-..I should go, it was lovey meeting you and your boyfriend, Reader.” Walter speed-walked his way out of his situation, leaving you with a pouty and jealous Miche. 
“Why talk to those who look like they have it tiny, Reader?”
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pontevoix · 8 months ago
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eren  is  a  catacomb  —  macabre  with  his  crow’s  eye  glinting  mean  &  smart.  but  the  sun  is  still  happy  in  its  afternoon  glow,  so  eren  doesn’t  look  like  a  shadow.  eren  is  a  catacomb  with  his  lips  twisting  &  echoing  the  light  lilt  of  tone.  it’s  empty  show  —  it’s  a  stage  play  without  words,  without  sound.  no  one  in  the  audience  breathes.  no  one  in  the  audience  blinks.
eren  is  a  catacomb.  he  has  the  charisma  of  inevitability,  the  youthfulness  of  a  good  heart  going  rotten.  but  the  sun  is  still  happy  in  its  afternoon  glow,  &  it  highlights  that  there  is  still  the  curve  of  childishness  at  his  cheeks  &  his  voice  still  cracks  sometimes  in  a  way  (  uninvited  )  that  armin’s  voice  does  not.
eren  is  a  catacomb,  &  he’s  stupid.  too  young,  too  growing,  too  prone  to  centering  the  world  around  his  point  of  view. he forces  the  world  to  turn  with  him.  but  their  friendship  had  never  been  cruel,  so  changing  the  orbit  of  the  earth  had  been  innocent.
eren  had  been  an  easy  thing  to  adapt  to.  to  love  in  a  way  that  only  those  who  are  familiar  with  each  other  can.  armin  has  a  tendency,  a  need,  to  identify  home  where  he  goes  sometimes.  eren  has  been  a  part  of  that.  it  had  been  an  easy  thing  to  adapt  to.  it  hadn’t  been  a  conscious  decision.
after  good-natured  needling,  armin  had  confessed  (  remember  ?  )  once,  twice,  three  times  that  eren  can  be  stupid  when  he  speaks  too  fast,  jumps  too  hard  into  his  knowledge  &  imagines  that  the  world  must  mesh  with  what  he  sees.
they  know  each  other  quite  well.  eren  knows  enough  to  hear  what  armin’s  discomfort  sounds  like.  armin  knows  enough  to  close  his  eyes  when  eren  shakes  the  world.  privately,  it  makes  him  certain  that  he  knows  eren  better  than  eren  thinks  he  does.  privately,  it  makes  him  certain  that  eren  doesn’t  know  him  as  well  as  eren  thinks  he  does.
it’s  an  easy  thing.  it’s  his  own  mistake,  his  own  doing  :  it’s  the  product  of  every  time  that  armin  swallowed  his  voice  back  into  his  body  &  lost  track  of  whether  his  body  was  his  own.
it  was  every  time  that  armin  let  himself  be  someone  who  needed  protection  from  childish  harassment,  every  time  someone  else  had  to  compensate  for  his  sake,  every  time  that  he  spoke  a  little  too  quietly  or  awkwardly.  it  was  every  time  that  he  refused  didn’t  look  at  things  directly  —  even  if  he  feel  storms  brewing,  even  if  lost  something  tremendous.
some  people  (  like  mike  zacharias,  he  remembers  now  )  always  could  tell  rain  was  coming  by  changes  in  the  humidity,  by  the  tastes  in  the  air.
armin  is  only  moderately  successful  at  predicting  the  weather.  but  he  can  taste  the  charge  of  electricity  on  the  air  before  a  lightening  storm.  before  everyone  chooses  to  act  like  shit.  everyone  is  capable  of  acting  a  like  shit.
he  doesn’t  think  that  eren  or  mikasa  knows  how  calmly  armin  believes  in  human  awfulness,  how  deeply  he  remembers  the  thinning  fabric  of  his  grandfather’s  hat  before  the  man  had  been  sentenced  to  die  to  ration  for  his  nation,  how  deeply  armin  remembers  every  injury  made  against  the  people  who  have  built  his  home.
he  keeps  these  parts  of  himself  quiet.  even  while  he  sees  what  is  required  to  maintain  the  best  &  maintain  the  worst,  he  keeps  himself  quiet  because  most  make-shift,  make-believe  religions  feature  a  doomsday.
so  he  knows  that  eren  can  be  cruel.  even  if  he  doesn’t  want  to  be  cruel.  it’s  in  him.  before  the  titan,  it  had  been  in  him.  eren  has  always  been  the  type  of  boy  that  picks  at  scabs  &  watches  things  bleed.
but  he  also  has  never  lied  about  the  heart  of  his  intentions.  the  reasons  behind  them.  armin  holds  this  truth  close  to  his  chest.
still,  he  doesn't  know  what  to  do  with  this  quip  &  playfulness  that  eren  offers  him.  it’s  a  toy  on  a  string,  &  it’s  a  charade.  the  tone  is  a  little  too  sour  even  if  it’s  sweet.
inadvertently,  armin  passes  his  hand  over  his  jaw.  he  doesn’t  even  need  to  shave.
‘  that’s  a  weird  thing  to  say,  ‘  he  murmurs.  eren  jokes,  but  he  isn’t  quite  funny.   they’ve  matured  as  survivors,  excavators,  remnants  of  shiganshina  —  there  had  been  no  choice  to  mature.  but  they  had  done  it  together  —  the  fall  of  their  steps  aligned  in  time  &  left  matching  prints  in  sand.
steps  aligned  should  make  it  harder  to  recognize  growth  that  comes  so  gradually.
so  eren  is  still  speaking  to  colossal.  something  ancient  that  has  aged  him  tremendously.
armin  plays  off  the  gesture  to  his  jaw  by  touching  his  own  hair.  he  wonders  if  there  are  more  changes  than  he  is  aware. he  knows  there  are  some  changes.
but  things  haven’t  yet  unraveled.
the  fall  of  of  their  steps  aligned  in  time  &  left  matching  prints  in  sand  :  the  product  of  one  moment  in  time.  not  past,  not  future.  not  scattered  constellations  of  moments  never  born.
&  bertolt  doesn’t  stir.  the  impression  of  his  spirit  is  something  that  doesn’t  speak  to  armin  as  an  active  agent  —  bertolt  is  an  echo.  he  is  an  audience.  he  is  an  aftertaste.
he  is  the  chokehold  reaching  from  the  nape  of  armin’s  neck,  &  he  is  a  part  of  a  history  that  armin  had  not  possessed  until  now.
they  are  merged.  they  are  the  touch  of  oil  &  water.
bertolt  is  an  echo.  his  panic  still  rings  around  armin’s  ribs;  it’s  a  restless  sleep.  bertolt  watches,  feels  tempted  to  sleep.  it’s  an  opportunity  he  once  lost  in  life,  to  sleep.  it’s  a  restless  sleep.  armin  pities  him.
they  are  merged.  they  are  the  touch  of  oil  &  water.
armin  pities  himself.  that’s  something  else  he  stifles.
even  more  so  when  eren  hangs  the  prospect  of  treason  on  his  head.  eren’s  question  is  something  hungry.  it  hearkens  the  colossal  as  being  marley  in  origin  —  which  can’t  be  right.  doesn’t  feel  right.  the  titan  has  aged  him.  it  feels  older  than  paradis.  feels  older  than  whatever  marley  has  to  offer.
armin  keeps  his  posture  rigid.  it  is  an  offense  not  yet  taken.  he  can’t  decide  yet  if  he  wants  to  stand,  if  it’s  worth  arguing.  so  he  studies  eren’s  green  crow’s  eye  —  he  matches  his  gaze  &  manages  to  keep  his  expression  neutral.
but  armin  extracts  himself  from  this  catacomb,  retrieves  a  handkerchief  from  his  pocket,  &  wipes  at  the  mess  on  the  table.
eren  has  always  known  how  to  leave  a  mess.  he  has  always  known  how  to  hunger.
‘  it’s  lucky,  then.  that  you  kept  me  alive  rather  than  the  commander.  all  accounts  say  that  he  was  much  harder  to  read  than  i  am.  i  have  too  many  tells.  if  i  kept  things  from  you,  i’m  sure  you  would  know.  if  you  kept  things  from  me,  i’m  sure  i  would  know.  ‘
he  would  know  at  least  some  of  it.  he  would  recognize  that  there  is  something  worth  knowing.
‘  if  you’d  like  to  argue  for  a  longer  quarantine  period  for  me,  then  i’m  sure  there’s  a  case  for  it.  ‘
armin  pockets  his  handkerchief.  he  pities  a  lot.
‘  eren.  bertolt’s  hobbies  were  not  to  be  a  soldier.  my  hobbies  were  never  to  be  a  soldier.  i  knew  your  hobbies  long  before  you  were  ever  a  soldier.  i  knew  the  things  that  you  refused  to  do,  that  your  mother  had  to  fight  you  to  do,  the  games  i  agreed  to  play  because  you  enjoyed  them,  &  the  things  you  did  for  me.  the  only  thing  is  that  he  held  information  that  made  him  an  enemy.  ‘
if  armin  were  a  crueler  person,  then  —-
he  is  a  catacomb  that  is  twisted  through  the  wringer  of  deception,  bones    &    guilt  littering  his  pathway  when  he  tries  to  walk.    he  has  become  accustomed  to  them;  he  steps  lightly,  makes  sure  not�� to  disturb  what  is  already  there.    there  are  titan  skulls  that  he  climbs,  hands  hooked  into  eye  sockets,  teeth  used  as  footholds  as  he  moves  upward.    &    his  prize  at  the  end  of  it  all?    a  shiny  crown  of  loneliness    &    fear  that  will  eat  him  alive  in  ways  that  a  titan  maw  could  never.
there  has  always  been  a  part  of  him  that's  too  brash,  too  forward;  ever  since  he  was  a  kid  throwing  his  fists  around    &    getting  in  fights  that  he  could  never  win.    half  of  the  time  he's  surprised  he  hadn't  spoken  about  the  sea,  or  the  rivers  of  fire    &    gotten  armin    &    mikasa  in  trouble,  despite  their  friendship.    his  mouth  runs  before  his  thoughts  can  ever  catch  up;    he's  forever  trying  to  run  after  them,  too  proud  to  truly  take  them  back,  but  guilt  still  eats  at  him  for  the  things  that  he  doesn't  apologize  for.
it  eats  at  him  as  well  for  the  things  that  he  will  need  to  apologize  for.    he  is  eighteen,  a  catacomb,  a  grim  reaper    ––    his  heart  aches  at  the  things  that  he  will  need  to  do,  the  villain  he  will  become  in  order  to  let  them  all  live.    there  has  to  be  a  better  way  out  there      &    he  will  spend  as  much  time  as  he  possibly  can  searching  for  it,  but  he  has  already  begun  to  prepare  himself  for  if  there  isn't  another  way.    if  he  is  wrong,  then  he  can  apologize,  can  make  things  right.    he  can  repair  holes  that  have  been  ripped  into  the  fabric  of  lifelong  friendships.    but  if  he  has  seen  the  future  correctly,  he  has  to  take  the  steps  now.    he  has  to  make  them  hate  him.    they  won't  understand  it,    &    his  existence  will  be  a  lie    &    full  of  loneliness,  but  they  will  be  safe.
so  brashness  comes  easy  to  him.    revenge  comes  easy  to  him.    he  is  built  on  this  anger    &    desire  to  watch  the  titans  burn  for  what  they've  taken  away  from  him.    he  is  built  on  the  promise  to  destroy  every  single  one  of  them.    but  he  is  also  a  desolate  whisper  of  the  betrayed,  of  the  people  he  has  lost  because  of  this  war  that  feels  like  it's  never  ending.    he  still  thinks  of  reiner    &    bertolt    &    annie    &    the  betrayal  that  had  been  at  the  tips  of  their  tongues  for  so  long.    he  still  thinks  about  the  way  there's  this  sort  of  hollow  sadness  in  his  chest  because  he  understands  the  burden  of  the  titans.
he  pushes  it  away  in  favor  of  nuzzling  into  his  own  pain,  his  own  misunderstandings.    he  doesn't  know  what  resides  within  him    ––    just  that  the  woman  keeps  twisting  his  thoughts,  keeps  blending  reality  with  the  future,  with  the  past    &    too  many  outcomes  to  keep  track  of.    some  days  he  wants  to  avoid  his  titan  all  together,  the  very  thing  that  seems  to  have  given  them  an  advantage  all  these  years.    she's  stronger  inside  of  it    ––    it  reminds  him  of  the  paths  that  she  has  led  him  on.    the  paths  that  he  will  be  led  on.
he  is  not  inherently  cruel,  not  his  like  father.    his  father  who  had  never  made  the  strides  to  take  paradis  back  for  himself,  for  the  family  that  was  left  back  in  marley,  for  everyone  else  that  had  been  against  them  in  this  world,  who  didn't  understand.    grisha  could  have  ended  this  years  ago,  but  he  had  been  too  careless.    he  had  fallen  in  love.    he  had  had  a  family.    &    what  was  eren  but  just  someone  he  could  pass  his  titan  down  on  to?
eren  wants  to  be  more  than  that.    it's  not  a  legacy  he's  chasing,  he  doesn't  want  it.    he's  seen  what  legacies  do  to  people;  it  makes  them  hollow  catacombs  that  they  bury  themselves  in.  
but  he  doesn't  want  to  be  cruel,  even  if  it  means  that  that  is  where  this  will  end  up.    maybe  not  this  conversation,  but  some  conversation  down  the  line.    armin  will  look  at  him    &    see  nothing  but  cruelties,    &    he  will  keep  his  face  an  indifferent  mask  while  that  fist  hits  him.    &    when  he  goes  back  to  his  safehouse  that  night,  he  will  weep  for  the  person  he  has  become  before  putting  his  face  back  in  order    &    leading  like  he  has  been  instructed  to.
eyes  blink    ––    shutter  for  a  moment  on  the  future  that  keeps  trying  to  blaze  a  moment  through  him,  that  keeps  trying  to  whisper  things  to  him.    no,  he  wants  to  be  present  for  this  conversation.    he  swallows  hard,  squares  his  shoulders.
"    you've  matured.    "      the  quip  is  light,  a  careful  tone  that  dances  on  the  tightrope  of  being  who  he  used  to  be.    it's  a  dangerous  thing,  giving  someone  hope  like  this.    but  he  cannot  help  himself    ––    he  wants  to  play  pretend  just  a  little  longer,  wants  to  close  the  curtains  because  this  is  his  safety.    "    still  no  beard  though,  unfortunately  for  you.    "
it's  a  careful  cruelty    ––    they  are  both  the  same    &    different  all  at  once.    they  keep  twisting  through  a  space    &    time  that  doesn't  make  sense  to  him.    but  he  smiles  light  smiles  toward  armin    &    hopes  it  settles  him.    hopes  that  if  bertolt  is  inside  of  him,  if  he  can  see  the  things  that  armin  sees,  that  he's  afraid  because  he  knows  what's  coming.    bertolt  should  have  known  better  than  all  of  them    ––    he  is  ancient,  biding  his  time,    &    armin  is  the  perfect  vessel  for  what  is  to  come.
he  leans  back,  presses  his  palms  against  splintering  wood.    closes  his  eyes  for  a  moment    &    tips  his  head  back  toward  the  breeze.    his  hair  touches  his  shoulders    ––    armin's  has  gotten  shorter.    it's  like  they've  changed  spots.    it  suits  him  more,  he  thinks.  
"    bertolt  had  the  same  hobbies  that  we  did,  armin.    he  was  a  soldier.    trained  twice  over,  sure,    &    holding  a  titan,  but  he  was  still  just  doing  what  we  did.    drills,  mess  hall,  rec  time,  sleep.    a  repetition.    the  only  thing  is  is  that  he  held  information  that  made  him  an  enemy.    "      &    there  the  truth  is,  sitting  on  the  tip  of  his  tongue.    if  bertolt  is  in  there,  if  he  is  knocking  around  in  armin's  memories,  then  maybe  armin  can  access  him  too.    eren  still  hasn't  fully  accessed  grisha,  not  until  he  had  touched  historia's  hand  that  day,  but  there  are  still  blurry  memories  that  make  him  squeamish  to  think  about.
he  tilts  his  head  more,  lets  his  cheek  rest  against  the  ball  of  his  shoulder.    green  eyes  are  piercing  when  they  meet  his  own  this  time    ––    there's  something  in  them  that  is  steeled  over,  that  is  a  catacomb.    an  endless  one,  he  invites  him  to  his  throne.
"    what  do  you  know  about  marley,  armin?    "        eren  isn't  cruel  by  nature,  but  he  feels  her  hands  wrapping  around  his  throat  now.    he  feels  her  at  every  edge  of  his  mind    &    forces  his  voice  to  remain  calm,  to  not  betray  the  panic  that  settles  in  like  an  annoying  friend.    "    you  aren't  keeping  anything  from  us  that  would  make  you  an  enemy,  are  you?    "
he  was  not  born  cruel,  but  it  is  his  new  crown.
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axoxtxhxh · 4 years ago
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You Saved Me - Chapter 2
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Summary: Reader and Miche spend the night in the cabin and hope to make it back to headquarters the next day.
MichexFem!Reader
Warning: Other than making the reader say ridiculous things like I normally do, I don’t think there’s anything worth warning
Word count: ~4,100
Y/N stood in the bathroom with the door closed, laughing to herself. The look on Miche’s face was priceless. He refused the cup for a good five minutes, pretending he didn’t have to relieve himself until Y/N told him that she would wait in the bathroom while he did it.
“Are you almost done?” She called through the door.
“Stop asking me!” He yelled back, “You’re putting too much pressure on me.”
She put her hand over her mouth to hide her laugh. She could hear what was happening and heard him unbuckle his pants a couple minutes ago, but still nothing. Maybe he needs a little help. She dipped her hands in the water that was in the sink and started making droplet sounds loud enough for him to hear. Within seconds she heard him groan, finally calm enough to let himself go. It took him a couple minutes, but then he called to her.
“You can come out now,” he invited. She opened the door and walked over. He held the cup up to her with his head down and she took it.
“Is it alright if I drink this?” She pretended, hoping to get a reaction out of him. His head flew up looking horrified, eyes wide.
“What the f—no!?” He shouted and she bent over, shoulders shaking as she laughed hysterically almost spilling his urine. “I hate you so much.” He said smiling at her.
“This is what you get for sniffing me all the time.” She walked to the bathroom, still laughing when she dumped the cup into the toilet and washed her hands, coming back to the room and sitting on the edge of the bed. He hit her with the pillow teasingly.
“Are you going to sleep?” He asked her after a couple minutes of silence. She was looking at the fire.
“Eventually.”
“You should sleep. You did a lot today.” He reached over and pulled on her shirt. “And we still have a trip tomorrow. Of which, you will be doing most of the work.”
She turned around to look at him. She looked tired, she was tired. If not only for the amount of activity they had today, but for the amount of worrying she did over him. While she loved all the captains, cadets and people in the survey, she had a soft spot for Miche. He was the first person to help her out when she became a captain and always gave her encouragement when she felt like she wasn’t doing enough.
She was trying not to think about it, but thoughts of the possibility of what could have happened kept creeping in her mind. He held his arms open to her and she laughed.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” She laid back in the bed, getting under the covers and resting her head on his shoulder with his arm around her back. “You know what I was thinking of?”
“What?” His voice sent deep vibrations through his chest that she felt on her cheek.
“Do you remember that expedition we had like four years ago? That supply mission we had to do when we were setting up a base in that forest of giant trees.”
“Yeah, what was that? The treehouse bases thing?” He pulled his arm up to rest on her waist and reflexively rubbed his thumb against her skin, neither of them really taking notice.
“Yes! That one!” She confirmed. “I never told anyone, but when I was sent with Levi and a couple cadets to scout the western side of that forest, Levi told me stay on my horse and he would scout from the trees.” He watched her as she spoke with her hands.
“I remember him saying that.”
“Yeah, so it was maybe like fifteen seconds into that and I heard a snap and Levi’s voice yelling ‘shit’ so I looked up and saw him tangled in a tree with a huge red mark on his face from hitting a branch.”
Y/N looked up at Miche’s face as the low reverberation in his chest from his laugh shook his body. He had such a warm laugh that it had her laughing with him before she was even able to finish her story.
“I just remember his legs kicking frantically trying to get himself loose.” Y/N imitated Levi’s legs kicking with her fingers and they both were laughing hysterically.
Miche let out a snort and they laughed even harder, barely able to breathe. He was covering his forehead with his hand and Y/N was burying her face in his chest, both of them not even able to open their eyes as they laughed.
“Eventually he got himself loose. I just pretended not to see it.” Y/N wiped her tears from laughing.
“God, I wish I got to see that.” Miche was also wiping the tears from his cheeks.
“My first year as a captain.” She sighed. “It definitely helped me get over feeling like a phony.”
“You didn’t think you were a good captain?”
“Not really.” She confessed. “I mean, I was coming in after you, Levi and Hange. How was I supposed to feel?”
“I don’t know, but I was pretty intimidated.” He looked up at the ceiling. “We all knew of you. You moved up through the ranks so quickly.”
“It wasn’t that quick.”
“You’re too critical of yourself.” He glanced at her, lifting his eyebrow. “My whole life, all I knew was the scouts and it still took me ten years to become a captain and I was really proud of that. You started late after a whole different career and made it in seven.”
“Either way,” She looked up at the ceiling. “My motivation wasn’t to make captain, it was to save people and… I’m not being too critical when I say that I’ve failed at that.”
“You are.” He studied her face. Her mouth was set in a hard line, eyes focused on the ceiling, but her mind was somewhere else. “You saved me.” He spoke quietly, his voice so soft the reminder almost came out as a question.
She turned her head to face him, realizing how close their faces were, their noses nearly touching. She opened her mouth with a silent gasp of surprise. Her heart sped up as their breaths mixed in the small space between them.
“I guess you’re right.” She smiled, moving her face back. “You just better be alive when I wake up.”
“I’m not that easy to get rid of.” He smiled and she moved her head down to nestle into his shoulder.
He looked at the top of her head, leaning in to smell her hair, but stopped himself, remembering the comment she made earlier and pulled his head back, resting it on the pillow.
“Y/N?”
“Hmm?” She hummed sleepily.
“Does it bother you that much if I sniff you?” He wondered.
“Not so much bother me.” She lifted her head to look at him. “Just sometimes I feel like I smell bad. It makes me a little insecure.” His eyebrows moved together and he smiled.
“You never smell bad,” he comforted, trying to restore her confidence. “At least not to me.”
“Oh.” She mouthed, eyes moving around as she thought about it.
“You have a certain smell.” He sighed, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to explain. “There’s something in the way you smell to me that smells… smells really familiar. It can be quite calming actually.”
“We use the same shampoo, Miche.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re the one who gave me the bottle.”
“It’s not like that. And I gave you that bottle because your other shampoo smelled like shit.” He chuckled. “It was ruining your natural scent.”
He readjusted his body, pulling her in a little closer. The top of her head was resting just under his jaw, while her hips and waist were flush against his side. She curled her arms in front of her and rested them on his chest.
“It’s like a smell you naturally have, under all the other artificial fragrances you add. Your natural, biological, unaffected, pure scent. That’s what smells familiar to me… And I lied. It’s extremely calming to me. That’s the reason I do it so much.”
She leaned her head back peering at him while she thought about it. He stared at her, his bangs in his eyes how they always were with a small smile on his lips. It calms him. That explains why he was doing it so much more today.
“Okay then.” She held her hand up to him. “I guess I don’t mind it.”
He didn’t move. He held his smile, looking at her hand before he reached up to hold it, her hands much colder and softer than his own.
He finally looked at her. His smile slowly grew mischievously. She narrowed her eyes at him as she worried what he was thinking. He quickly moved her hand behind her back and pulled her up to him with his other arm and buried himself in her neck, sniffing everything which had Y/N laughing and squirming.
“Miche! It tickles! Your beard!” She wiggled, trying to get away from the tickling sensation of his beard on her neck.
“Sorry.” He laughed, adjusting his face so his chin wasn’t touching her while he moved forward to take deep inhales of her, breathing in as much of her as he could.
His nose was tickling her ears and jaw while his lips grazed her neck. Y/N’s body responded in a way she wasn’t prepared for. Her heart started beating quickly, pounding in her chest while her breathing became shallow and quick. She could feel her cheeks turning pink and a spark of electricity soared through her body, settling in her stomach. Her hand, now released from his, instinctively went to his waist and up his back, pulling him deeper into her neck, her body wishing for more of his touch.
He felt her pull him in and his breath caught, freezing him in place. His heart was racing when he closed his eyes. He was no longer able to focus on smelling her. Instead all he could think about was his nose in her hair and his lips brushing against her neck. Her soft neck. His hand moved to her hip, squeezing lightly as he tried to steady his breathing. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to slowly pull back.
“S… Sorry.” He apologized again, a tint of pink sitting on his cheeks as well. She smiled awkwardly and laid her head back down on the pillow. Miche’s arms resting on the bed now. They both laid there quietly until they fell asleep.
…..
Fortunately, the rest of the ride back to headquarters was as uneventful as they were hoping. The route was clear of titans and the weather was sunny. A small trace of awkwardness was left between them from the night before, but Y/N continued telling herself it was all in her head. It didn’t help that she woke up to Miche rubbing her head and playing with her hair. She had opened her eyes to find him doing it while he slept. Had he been awake, she could have attributed it to him being as affectionate as he always was with her, but seeing his eyes still closed and small snores coming from him made the action feel slightly more intimate.
She felt his arms tighten a little around her as the terrain got a little bumpier, his head still resting against her shoulder. They crossed over some small creeks and hills, still a third of the trip left to go. He was managing really well. He had woken up twice in the night yelling and sweating, nightmares of his encounter with the beast titan.
“How are you feeling?” She called back to him. He turned to face her, his head still resting on her shoulder.
“As good as I can be.” He closed his eyes and smiled a little.
“Is your leg okay?”
“Better than yesterday.” He looked down at it, the movement bothering him a little, but not like the pain from the day before.
She hoped beyond hope that they wouldn’t encounter any titans. If not for the difficulty of how she will get away, but for Miche’s mental safety. She honestly wasn’t sure what would happen right now if he saw one.
They managed to arrive at headquarters in late afternoon. Her horse definitely deserved some sort of reward for the trip it just made. She settled the horse next to the front, getting Miche on her back as they made their way to the sick bay.
“Gosh, your parents must be proud.” She said, grunting as she pushed her way through the mess hall to get to the sickbay.
“Why do you say that?”
“Giving birth to a titan of a son.” She pushed through the doorway and Miche laughed.
“I told you I would walk!”
“I told you I’m not letting that happen. Dr. Otto?” She called, opening the doors. “Dr. Otto?”
A smaller older man walked into the room as Y/N set Miche on one of the exam tables. She turned to look at the doctor and Miche grabbed her hand, keeping her close to him.
“What’s happened?” He asked, walking over and pushing his circular glasses farther up his nose.
“He was caught by a titan.” She spoke quickly and Miche watched them discuss and fill in notes on a piece of paper. “From what I could see, his left leg has a dislocated ankle and tibial spiral fracture. I’m not sure about his right leg, but based on the swelling and bruising, I think it’s a stress fracture of one of his calf bones. I put a splint on him yesterday afternoon after realigning his ankle and leg. Please check that. As well as stitched the lacerations in both of his legs.” She bit her thumbnail waiting for him to answer.
“We will need to check for any other injuries that he may not be feeling yet.” The doctor wrote some more notes.
“I haven’t checked the rest of his body for any other possible injuries yet.”
“We’ll start there.” He said, taking more notes. Y/N nodded, turning to Miche.
“Can you sit up so I can take your shirt off?” She asked just now noticing him holding her hand and she raised an eyebrow at him, smiling.
“What?” He sat up. “I got nervous.”
She pulled his shirt up and over his head, setting it to the side. Miche started to lean back down, but she held him in place, lifting his arms, checking for any bruising, and pressing various areas on his torso.
“Doctor, may I borrow this?” She held up a stethoscope. He nodded and she put it on, checking Miche’s breathing. “Everything is normal. There’s a bit of bruising around the ribs, but it’s nothing too deep.”
The doctor continued writing notes, looking over his glasses to check the work Y/N was doing. He noticed Miche holding Y/N’s hand and looked from one to the other, smiling then going back to his notes.
“Y/N.” The doctor looked at her and she stood up straight. “I have some iodine in the cabinet in my office, can you bring some along with some soapy water and a rag. We need to be careful of any dirt that may cause an infection on any of these cuts. I will also need some gauze.”
“Yes, sir.” He reluctantly let go of her as she ran to the other room.
“You were fortunate to have had someone with such an eclectic knowledge of medicine with you.” Dr. Otto smiled at Miche over his glasses. “Based on your injuries, it’s really unlikely you would have survived had she not been able to slow the bleeding.”
Miche was about to speak, but smiled instead. The doctor leaned forward, checking Y/N’s stitching and moved to see the bruising on his right leg. He had Miche lie down and checked his ribs while he continued talking.
“She’s a gifted captain, yes,” Dr. Otto sat Miche back up, checking his back. “But she has a talent for medicine that can’t be denied. She is even better than me when I was her age.”
The doctor laughed and Miche smiled lightly at him as he tried not to grimace. There was definitely a gentleness to Y/N’s touch that Dr. Otto didn’t have.
“Sometimes she loses sight of the things she really wants because she’s so focused on everyone else.” The doctor went back to his paper and took notes. “I’ll leave it to you to remind her every once in a while.”
“Me?” Miche laughed shyly, wondering what the doctor meant by that.
Y/N walked in with the all of the items the doctor requested and a few additional ones and set them on the side table. The doctor walked to the sink and began washing his hands while Y/N went to the cabinet near the door and pulled out a wooden brace, setting it near Miche.
While the doctor was gone, Y/N started by cutting the splint she made off of his leg, tossing it in the trash. Then moved up to his belt, looking at him.
“I’m going to take what’s left of your pants off.” She started unbuckling and he nodded, laying down. He moved to help her, lifting up to inch them past his butt, but Y/N objected. “Don’t move your legs. I can get this.” She shimmied them off, being careful not to brush them against his stitches.
The doctor made his way back over and looked at Y/N’s work. Y/N backed up to Miche’s side and this time he wrapped his arm around her hip, holding her right next to him while his other hand held hers. The doctor was checking the stitches from his thigh to his calf. He smiled looking up at her over his glasses, chuckling.
“This is a very good job Captain.” He smiled at her. “You haven’t studied in over ten years, but I can see that you haven’t forgotten.” “Well I did have the best teacher.” She smiled shyly. Miche looked from the doctor to Y/N.
“That you did.” He laughed as he applied the iodine. “Do you think you can remember how to wrap the leg and apply the splint? I imagine I will need to get more supplies if the others might be returning in a similar condition.”
“Have the commander and others left yet or are they still here?” Y/N asked as the doctor took off his lab coat to put on his outdoor coat.
“They received word from a messenger and left about two hours ago.” He put on his hat and left. Y/N turned back to Miche’s leg and he sat up to watch.
“I guess I’m finishing up.” She smiled at him and grabbed the gauze, slowly wrapping his leg, careful not to move it more than needed.
“Why would you have ever quit studying medicine?” Miche asked, his eyes wide as a small smile grew.
“What do you mean?” She looked up from her work. “I told you, I was just tired of not being able to save everyone.”
“I know you want to save people.” He shook his head. “But in the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you as happy or as comfortable… or as focused as you were just now.”
“Really?” She smiled then bit her bottom lip. “I do really enjoy medicine, but I don’t know. It got difficult to see after a while.” She shrugged and finished up the gauze strip, snipping the end and tucking it in then moving on to adding the splint.
“So, when you told me you worked with a military doctor, were you referring to…” Miche nudged his head in the direction Dr. Otto left.
“Working with Dr. Otto?” She nodded. “His wife was a childhood friend of my dad’s. I’ve known him since I was a baby.” She got up, taking the bowl of soapy water to the sink, dumping it and refilling it then walking back over.
“What’s that for?” He wondered.
“Your bath.” She stated in an obvious tone. “I wanted to make sure the water was warm still.”
“I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but I’m not exactly small.” He joked. “I won’t fit in that.”
“Really?” She asked sarcastically. “You not petite? I had no idea.” She grabbed the sponge and soaked it with the soapy water, bringing it to his face and wiping away the dirt from the day before. She grabbed the dry towel she brought and dried his face afterwards. “Lay down.”
He followed and she continued cleaning his arms and chest.
“Do you think you’ll go back to it?” He asked her, his hand moving back to her hip. She smiled a little thinking about his question.
“I hope so.” She leaned forward to reach for his opposite arm. She squeezed the sponge a little too hard and water dripped down his bicep. She watched as the droplet ran over his muscles and down to his shoulder, her face getting hot.
Normally when she was doing things like this, washing, stitching, wrapping bodies, she never looked at the patients as people, only as parts. Similar to an artist drawing the human body, she was focusing so hard on her job that she didn’t realize a lot of the patients were naked or nearly naked. Not to mention she has seen Miche nearly naked a dozen times, she’s even accidentally walked in on him bathing. So, why now was it so different?
It may have been partly due to that fact that since leaning forward, the hand that Miche placed on her hip slipped down past her butt and now gently rested on the back of her thigh. She was desperately trying to ignore it, but it wasn’t helping that he was rubbing his thumb just under the crease of her butt.
“I hope you get that chance.” He smiled, not realizing the trouble his hand was causing her. She took a deep breath, standing back up. She went to the sink to replace the dirty water with clean water, using this time to focus herself again with a couple deep breaths.
Miche watched her from the exam table. Her hands started shaking when she was washing him. He could smell her nervous sweat all the way from the sink. He so desperately wanted to touch her, to grab her and hold her against him, to feel her heartbeat against his. He took a deep breath and rubbed his face.
“Can you lift your head a bit?” She was back with another bowl that she set next to his head.
“Are you going to wash my hair?” He questioned.
“You aren’t going to be getting into a bath anytime soon.” She smiled. “Consider this a service.”
He lifted his head up and she moved the bowl under it, pouring water on top of his hair then quickly shampooing before rinsing it off and trying to drain as much as she could out. Miche sat up, grabbing the towel she left him.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your forehead.” She teased. He laughed.
“Is it everything you dreamed it would be?” “Very much.” She laughed and he dried his hair with his towel, moving it back to his typical hairstyle, bangs hanging down. “I brought you some clothes.” She handed over some hospital shorts and a t-shirt. “You probably can’t wear regular pants for a while with this brace.”
“Thanks.” He slid them on.
“You should rest for now.”
“Where are you going?” He asked as she walked away.
“I think it’s my turn to bathe now.” She put the bowl she used to wash him next to the sink, rinsing it out.
“Can I come with you?” She turned around quickly to look at him, her mouth dropped open and he back tracked, his cheeks tinting pink. “I—I don’t mean—I didn’t mean like… that. I just meant that if maybe I could wait in your room… Just so I wouldn’t have to wait here alone.”
“Oh… Okay.” She nodded slowly. “You had me for a second there.” She moved to the desk, rolling out a wheelchair and setting it next to his bed. “Let’s get you in here.” He climbed in the chair and she rolled him to the bottom of the stairs. She looked at all the steps and she quickly slumped over. Miche started laughing.
“I’m sorry.” He tried holding back his laughter. “Really, I can just drag myself up the steps.”
“No,” she sighed, “It’s fine. I have to get you up here anyway. At least it’s only the second floor.”
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