#When i first saw it i didn't knew it was Sasha but then i noticed his @ and omg i immediately went crazy

[sashabarkovonly]

SASHAAAAAA??? YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW.

[gabriellessworldd]

Never get yo bitch back!

plug!connie x black fem reader 😛😛

wc- 1.7k!

☆ warnings ☆: mdni! mentions of weed nd alcohol, smut 18+, cheating (established relationship w eren), public-ish sex (bathroom unlocked door), pnv, oral (f receive), Connie and reader have wanted each other for a min, first time writing ever don't drag me y'all pls!! 😓 I kinda want to make this have multiple parts but idk yet. I'm very open to criticism nd I hope y'all enjoy!

"Y/nnnnn, cmon you can come outside for one night!" Your best friend Sasha whined through the screen. As much as you protested, deep down you really did want to go out. Especially because Eren wasn't at home, you really wanted to talk to him since y'all haven't been doing so well recently. Petty arguments, sleepless nights, ig posts, and to top it all off he hasn't been to your house in weeks, not giving y'all anytime to have a conversation.

You check the time and see it's 6:00pm that means you got at least 2-3 hours before you would have to leave. "Girl you right, send me the lo. What you wearin?" Sasha set her phone up to show you the outfit she picked out, "Girl that's cute asf!! Ima match you." Sasha helped you pick out an outfit (1 or 2) that resembled hers. "Okay Sash ima finish my hair nd makeup, lmk when yall otw there." "Bye N/n, i gotchu." Sasha hung up and you continued finishing your hair and makeup.

Once you were in your car you looked at the location, realizing that it was at Jean's house, meaning Connie would be there. There was something so attractive about Connie that you didn't know how to explain, he was just, mesmerizing. You knew you would never be able to approach him tho, him nd Eren had been friends forever, and that was a boundary you wouldn't cross. Nothing being crossfaded couldn't fix..

You pull in front of Jean's house and it's packed, you can hear the music from the street. You text Sasha that you pulled up and fix yourself in the car mirror. "We're waiting for you at the front N/n." You read Sasha's text and get out of your car. When you open the door Mikasa, Annie, Sasha, and some other girls greet you. You scan the crowd feeling a familiar stare, you turn to your right and see a crossfaded Connie Springer and his homeboys sitting on some sofas in the corner. Connie feels you stare back and smirks. 'This finna be interesting.' You think to yourself.

You make your way to the kitchen to take a couple shots, Sasha gets a blunt from Ony, and y'all head upstairs to light up. When the sesh is over you feel amazing, the music is blasting, you're having a great night, and you're a 10, what could be better? You and the girls head downstairs to go dance and enjoy your night. You and Sasha throw ass like there's no tomorrow and Mikasa is right there to catch it. You laugh and stand up straight when you feel the stare of those familiar hazel eyes. "Ima go grab another drink" you tell Sasha and she drukenly nods.

You walk up to the counter where all of the drinks are, "hey connie" you look at him, and smile. He leans in closer to you "wassup mami, you look good. shit, you smell good too." he smiles at you with all of his pearly white teeth and you notice his silver grillz.(#1, #2, #3) God he's so fine. The way his red eyes are hanging low, the smell of his cologne, and his pretty ass accent, triple homicide.

"Where yo man at tho? Thought he was gon come tonight." Connie's confused as to why Eren isn't at this party trailing you like a lost puppy, unless, y'all wasn't on speaking terms right now. He grinned at the thought "Oh um Ion really-" You stuttered out wondering why he would ruin a good conversation. "Nah you ain gotta answer mami, follow me." He held his hand out with a 'hm' and you quickly took it, needing to feel his touch. He lead you upstairs to the first bathroom he saw, he opened the door, "Tu vas primero hermosa" you go first beautiful. You smiled at the sentence and walked in front of him. His eyes naturally trailed down to the best view there was 'Damn.' was all he thought as he watched you walk and felt himself get harder in his sweats.

"So wassup?" You questioned him, almost like a challenge. You leaned your back against the counter and looked into his eyes. "To be honest ion wanna play no games ma, you know what I want." He leaned towards you, muscular and veiny arms on both sides of you, caging you in.

You could feel the tension grow as both of you realized just how badly you needed the other. "Can I?" Connie asks to kiss you 'and he's respectful omg add that to the list' you think, "Yes, you can." As soon as those three words came out of your mouth, Connie grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to him, his other hand quickly found your ass and squeezed, while your hands slid their way into his scruffy buzzcut. The kiss was passionate but it also had a hint of hunger, longing almost, like both of you waited your whole lives for this. Both of your tongues fighting for dominance, and both of you wanted, no, craved more from each other. Connie's large hand found it's way to your throat and he squeezed softly earning a light moan from you, Connie pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you two.

"Ay dios mio mami" oh my god Connie whispered. Connie littered bites and hickeys down your neck and exposed cleavage, not caring who would see. He tapped on your thigh, a signal for you to stand so he could remove your pants. He then picked you up and set you back down on the counter, he kissed the insides of your thighs and left a trail of bites. He looked up at you for confirmation, and you nodded your head, he pulled your panties to the side. Connie was in a trance, the way your folds were so puffy, the way they were covered in wetness, connie almost came in his pants at the sight. "Fuck." was all he said before he began kissing and sucking on your lips. He spread them open with his middle and index finger, and could've sworn he saw heaven.

He plunged his fingers inside your wet hole, sucking on your clit while he pumped his fingers in you nice and slow. "Fuck con" you let out a soft moan, it was like music to his ears. He worked his fingers a little faster and curled them up grazing over your spot. "o-oh fuck connie mmhm, right there" He came up, bottom half of his face covered in your sweet juices "You taste so sweet, princesa" and with that he went back down and devoured you like you were his last meal. "a-ah mm con. That feels soo good" you whispered, feather light moans. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening as he pushed his tongue in and out of your hole. "Cmon mami let me hear you." he felt you squeeze his tongue and pull his hair, that was enough to let him know. He pushed his fingers back in and started pumping at an insane speed.

"Go ahead ma, let me taste all of you" Your thighs tightened around his head as you felt your high coming. "ah connie 'm gonna cum, fuck!" you moaned out louder than before, he curled his fingers again, making you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes closed. "Joder, eres tan deliciosa." damn, you're so delicious.

Connie stood up and your hands immediately found the band of his sweats and boxers, in one tug you pulled them both down. "Eager much huh mami? Well I expect you to take it all then." Your eyes widened at the statement but your thoughts were cut short when you heard him speak again. "Turn around for me mami, and don't take your eyes off the mirror." The dominance in his voice made you even wetter. You turned around towards the mirror and he slid off your panties.

He smeared his tip on your folds, collecting your wetness. Without warning he pushed his full length in, starting off with slow strokes. "Fuck mami, you're squeezing me so tight" You arched your back a little more and relaxed. He starts moving quicker and palms the fat of your ass.

Connie props one of your legs on the counter and smacks your ass. "f-fuck connie oh!" hearing you get louder, not caring if anyone could hear you, only riled him up more. He snaked his hand around your throat pulling your head up more so you could see what a mess he made of you. Your lip liner gone, mascara smeared on your damp bottom eyelashes, and a fucked out expression. Connie thought you looked perfect.

"Y-yes mami, take all t-this dick" you hear him stutter his calm demeanor fading away as he fucks into you at an unruly pace. "Ah! Con so good. i-it's so big" He smacks your ass again and continues fucking you.

He pulls out and you pout feeling empty "Calmate princesa." calm down princess He chuckles and flips you on your back then he pulls your hips closer to him. He pushes back into you, not wasting any time. Connie pushes your legs back a little more "Keep 'em right there ma." You hold the back of your knees with your hands, feeling connie's tip hit all the right places, Connie places a heavy hand on your lower stomach and he presses down. "a-ah con please! it feels soo good." You and Connie both feel yourselves about to cum.

"Con 'm about to cum! ah please Connie!" You can feel your thighs starting to shake, "g-go ahead mami, fuck you're so perfect. m-make a mess all over me." Connie rubs on your sensitive bud and keeps fucking you deep. You can feel a wave of pleasure wash over you and your vision turns white. "Ah! Connie fuck 'm cumming!" You yell, "f-fuck me too ma." You notice his voice falter and crack at the end, he sounds so angelic. He pulls out and hot, white, ropes coat your tummy.

Connie begins wiping off your stomach and he leans in to kiss you, but he sees something in the corner of his eye, almost like a, figure. "Shit" Connie says blankly, putting his pants back on. You scramble to put your clothes back on and turn to see Eren standing there looking pissed.

"what.. what the fuck is wrong with y'all?"

Whew chileeeee. y'all did I at least nibble or what 👀 but lmk if I should make this multiple parts, also give me title ideas!! lmk if y'all want to be tagged in the next parts! love u all nd I hope y'all had as much fun reading as I had writing this! (watch nb read ts #embarrasing 😰)

- with lots of love, gabrielle <3

[juelzsstuff]

Telling armin about your crush (spoiler it's him)

!sfw! idk how to write i didn't pass english class dont come at me.

you two were best friends since childhood and you've always had a crush on him even a little more than a crush and the two of you never spared any details when it came to your lives. you often hungout with jean, connie and sasha and mostly went on missions with their group. you two were talking around a camp fire to catch up after everyone had gone off to sleep, too deep in conversation to head to bed.

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"imagine if the captain saw us up still, he'd probably make us dig each others grave" you say laughing quietly. "yeah i know but hey at least we wouldn't be dying along as a titan snack" he smiled back at the thought of you two being buried next to each other with matching headstones. A memory sparks in your mind, "omg i forgot to tell you", you turn toward him ready to spill your latest gossip, something you two did regularly. "i went out to go do my cleaning in the mess hall and i saw the hottest man i have ever seen in my entire life and okay so my first thought was holy shit, my second was the realization that i looked like i just crawled out of a pile of horse shit and i was already staring at him and yk what this man did" you pause covering your face in embarrassment. armin has a huge smile on his face waiting to hear how badly you fumbled, "what did he do?" you slide your hands off your face and turn toward him putting a hand on his leg to brace yourself from what you are about to admit "he came up to me because i'm staring still and said 'are you okay, did you come from the infirmary?' and i just made a weird noise that was supposed to be words and walked off". armin starts laughing trying to hold back, "you need serious help, there's no coming back from that y/n", you respond half laughing half fake crying "I KNOW". the laughter dies down and armin speaks up "so what did he look like?" you try to think of what he looked like and draw a blank, only remember some key points, "he had like brown hair and was sort of tall definitely shorter than you.....i guess now that i think about it, i really didn't see his face so he was probably average looking. not really my type". armin chuckles and he asks, "so what is your type then".

you think for a moment, a pang of anxiety runs through you. you've always pushed down your feelings for him and just enjoyed your friendship but tonight you might as well get a little bold. you think for a moment and look up at the starry sky, "i like smart guys yk? like the ones who aren't just a feral idiot ready to pick a fight or so full of themselves that it's annoying and weird". "blondes are okay too, my favorite actually" you say while stealing a glance at him, he's looking down at the ground and not really paying attention. so you keep talking "i've had a crush on this one guy but either he's oblivious or he's not interested so i've given up and so ive gone for the opposite type". armin looks at you intrigued, "a crush? like a serious one or like i barley saw his face and i made a weird noise one?" he says holding back a smile, his perfect teeth flashing for only a second. you nudge his shoulder and roll your eyes, "like a serious one". "can i guess who it is?", a nervous zap runs through your body and all your confidence is running out the window. armin seems to notice and is now even more excited and confident in his conclusion. he speaks with pure certainty, "it's reiner isn't it?"

your face drops and all the anxiety you had before has become straight disappointment, the only thought in your mind: omg he's an idiot. how is the smartest man in the scouts really this oblivious, you might as well have said your crushes name started with a ar and ended with a min. well maybe he knew what you were trying to say and he's giving you an out. it's too late now, time to commit or dig that grave you two were talking about earlier. you sigh and look at him in his sky blue eyes, "do you seriously not know? i'm talking about you armin" he sits there eyes wide and a blush on his cheeks, "w-what? me?" "yes who else, seriously? don't say you actually thought i was into reiner" you say sheepishly. armins heart is beating fast, he never thought you would think of him that way in a million years and all of a sudden his dreams have come true. all the years he spent listening to you talk about boys and his attempt to shove down his feelings for you and try to fall for another girl no longer mattered. all the times he got excited when you came to talk to him and no one else, every time you accidentally brushed his hand and it went straight to his soul. it now means something more than before but now his brain has basically stopped working and he might as well be dreaming. you talk again as you watch his brain short circuit "i love you armin and i always have, more than just a friend". he doesn't look at you and looks up at the camp fire with a smile and says, " i love you more than you know y/k, everything about you is so perfect. i always told myself anything you need i would be there first before anyone or.... any other guy could be. i would listen to you talk about the guys you see or liked and i would make a note in my brain of how maybe i could do the same so you'd talk about me and get that same look in your eyes". he chuckles, "one time i even tried to style my hair differently and i unbuttoned a few buttons on my uniform but the captain saw it before you could. that was the day i had to run laps till i collapsed". he smiles and hesitates before looking at you, soaking in your features in the moonlight contrasting with the dim coals of the bonfire. he speaks softly and tucks a strand of hair behind or ear, "you're so beautiful, i thought it was too good to be true". you blush and lean closer to him, the two of you like magnets. you stop inches away from his face, feeling his breath hitch and you look up at him and see his eyes closed. he's nervous, how cute, you wonder if he's ever kissed a girl before but that's better to ask after. you close the distance and his body relaxed and you melt into it with him, his hands reach up and hold your face so lightly. you've always wondered what it would be like, what he would be like and it's even better than you imagined.

[julianalvarez9]

bad liar / mason mount

request: heyy! can i request something like where the reader and mason mount are in a secret relationship and one time mason accidently called a woman by your name while hanging out with his teammates? thank you x

author's note: this is like the oldest request i have rn 😭 sorry that it took this long. hope you like it!! feedback is always appreciated, tysm<3

word count: 1k

you had never talked about keeping it secret in the first place, but it felt good to keep your relationship between you, close to your chest and away from judging stares and evil whispers behind your back. the fear that they could label you as unprofessional due to how you two had met in the first place -being part of the staff at the national team, and mason being a player- sure creeped in the back of your mind from time to time, making you doubt about everything you two had built during the year you had been together. but mason, being the incredible understanding and loving person that he was, always assured you that you two weren't doing anything wrong, and that your job was safe.

still, only your families knew about you two: not even his teammates at chelsea, and certainly not his mates from the national team.

you were certain that no one suspected anything yet, but you also knew that your boyfriend was like a little kid trying to hide what he got you for your birthday: he can't keep his mouth shut, even if his life depended on it, and ended up spilling everything as soon as someone questions about it. but he had been committed, gladly, to your request: when we tell the world, it had to be in your terms. and you had to congratulate him for how well he was holding up, lasting a year with no hints or slip ups.

at least, until tonight.

he spoke, in a joyful tone, maybe a bit taken by the alcohol already. "thanks, y/n- i mean, sasha". he had tried to thank jack's missus, for passing him the snack bowl, when your name spilled from his mouth before he could catch it. in that second, he sobered up instantly and prayed that everyone at the couch was too busy watching the game jack had practically begged to watch, to even heard his lapsus. his prayers went unanswered, he realised, when he saw his teammates' faces, shocked in recognition at hearing your name exit his lips.

"wait, what? did you say y/n?," jack inquired.

"what?" mason tried to act nonchalant, knowing damn well that he never could hide the smile that adorned his lips when he lied. it was even worse that the fact made him remember you, how you always tease him about how he's such a bad liar, which again, made it even harder for him to appear innocent.

"y/n, as in our physio at england camp, y/n?" john reassessed again, providing context for those who hadn't quite understood what was the matter with the name that had exited their teammate' lips.

"you're hearing things" the chelsea player tried to downplay the situation, gulping a big sip of his beer, which he had noticed that he was holding onto the bottle with excessive force, as his fingers were turning white. "i think john heard just right," assured his best friend with a growing smirk on his face. he had picked about it the last time they were at camp, but mason had denied it every time, so he dropped it. until now.

"shut up, declan" the boy grumbled, already annoyed at the topic, but mostly at him, knowing that there was no way that they would drop it if he didn't admit that, yeah, he had accidentally called your name.

"well, she's pretty cute if you ask me" said conor, coming to the living room again after he had gone away to do god knows what. mason's patience was running low, and even more with the flirty tone his teammate at both his club and the national team had used. of course, he didn't know that you were already taken, but it had made his blood boil nonetheless. "if you don't shut your mouth now, gallagher…", mason said, with a threatening tone.

"oi, getting jealous now, aren't we?" stones joked, and he noticed that, in the heat of the moment, he had gotten neck-deep into the entire thing, and couldn't back down now. at least not without accepting defeat, which he was reluctant to do. he knew you wouldn't get mad at him if he told his teammates, but he still felt bad for doing so without talking to you about it first.

jack's eyes, now bright with the spark of mischief in them, pushed the subject further, wanting to hear his friend say what he had been thinking since the topic was first brought up. "is there something that we should know, masey boy? do you have a girl that you didn't told us about?," he continued with the banter, encouraged by the cheers the boys were shouting. along them were some of their girlfriends, like sasha, who slapped her boyfriend to try and stop him from embarrassing mason further.

"absolutely not. we're just colleagues," he was too quick to answer, feeling how his throat was drying alarmingly fast. he took another sip of his beer -that was already getting too hot for his liking-, which elicited a weird frown to grow on his face. "then call her right now and we'll see how she responds," suggested declan, and he immediately choked with his drink when he processed what his friend was asking of him.

"what does make you think that i have her numb-" he was interrupted when his phone, that was placed on the coffee table in front of him lightened up, showing his lockscreen with the notification that had prompted his screen to turn on in the first place.

message by y/n 🤍

thankfully, something had happened in the game which made all the boys focus on the tv screen rather than his friend who had rushed into the coffee table to pick up and hide the electronic device deep on his pockets. but john, who was seated next to him, got to see who had messaged mason and understood perfectly why he had reacted the way he did. he patted him on the back, before getting close to his ear to mutter "i personally don't have my colleague's contact saved with her name and a white heart emoji, but you do you, brother," with a mischievous smile on his face.

safe to say, the next time that the boys had to join the national team for international duty, your interactions with mason were closely watched. the fleeting glances and the lasting soft touches shared by you two only made their assumptions more real for them.

it was only a matter of time.

[dutifullyscreechingdragon]

Tim Stoker X Archival Assistant!reader

Summary: here you go, some headcanons for our Tim and how your relationship would start, enjoy:)

You first met Tim as an archival Assistant. Your first day on the job.

You were joining a bit later than all the others. You still had some things left to finish at your previous position at the Institute and you do not leave things half done.

Tim's first reaction to you was to flirt. To flirt shamelessly:

"Hey gorgeous, what brings you down to our dark, creepy archives?"

It only escalated from here

You were positively flustered (Tim can have that effect even on the most confident of people. No one stands a chance if Tim uses 100% of his charms)

And eventually, you were rescued by a laughing Sasha:

"Come on, Tim! Leave the girl alone! You don't want to scare away a new Archival Assistant"

"Me? I am positively delightful!" Tim put his had on the heart, pretending to be mortaly wounded by Sasha's statement.

"I can't imagine a universe where I'd be scaring away a girl... Especially this charming" he'd finish winking at you, prompting you to laugh lightly.

"So, an Archival Assistant, eh?" Tim continued in a suave tone

"Starting today, yeah" you replied.

"Alas, my prayers have been answered" Tim raised his arms toward the ceiling "I have been graced with seeing your pretty face each morning!"

His flirting didn't stop. In fact, it escalated exponentially over time

The next morning he would greet you with a pick up line. And then the next morning and the next...

He seemed to have an endless supply of them.

Somehow he managed to not repeat a single one.

Definitely uses cute nicknames on you: sweetheart, darling, babe.

Will sometimes try cringy ones just to get a rise out of you.

You knew Tim's reputation, so took all his flirting attempts with a grain of salt.

"You can't have me seriously believing that Tim, 'I can charm a copier if I put my mind to it' Stoker, actually has feelings for me" you laughed.

Sasha sighed. She has just finished listening to Tim's 'Why cant she believe I have feelings for her? I have been so open and genuine about them' rant.

Tim definitely tries distracting you from your work, preventing you from doing anything productive. Any chance he gets:

You were currently sitting at your desk, trying to find any trace online regarding the statement of the week. You were pulled out of your thoughts by wheels skidding on the floor. Looking up you saw Tim on a wheely chair, sliding up next to you.

"Did you know that..."

or another time:

Your peaceful work was interrupted by a paper airplane hitting the side of you head. You looked up and saw a grinning Tim Stoker. He waved at you and motioned for you to unfold the paper. Once you did, you saw a cutesy doodle of you and him holding hands and a bunch of hearts around. You simply raised an eyebrow and put the drawing aside.

Tim was, however, pleasantly surprised, seeing it taped to the side of you computer screen the next day.

Did I mention flirting? I feel like I should mention it again, for good measure. Flirting Lot's of flirting. Lot's of shameless flirting

Sasha definitely notices Tim's feelings for you. Almost instantly.

And she would tease him. Mercilessly. Relentlessly.

She would also take on the role of your biggest shipper. Whenever you and Tim talk, you better believe she is making heart shapes at both of you from a safe distance.

She also uses her amazing computer skills to make cute and embarrassing edits of you two.

Sasha is also, coincidentally, the most amazing wing-woman ever (probably because she had to take action after seeing you and Tim pine for each other relentlessly).

You would be sorting through the statements when she would approach you and ask sneakily:

"So, Tim took you out on a date, yet?"

"No" you'd say and add quietly "Unfortunately"

This wouldn't slip past Sasha's keen ears:

"Unfortunately? So you do want to go on a date with him!"

You'd splutter to deny it, only prompting her to laugh more.

"Maybe if you sent him some more... Positive feedback to his flirting attempts and maybe told him a simple 'yes' to his countless attempts to invite you out... Maybe then, you'd already be smooching and planning your wedding..." Sasha said pointedly and the added more wistfully "and maybe then I wouldn't have to listen to his rants about you"

After quite a restless night you decided to give it a shot. "Why not?" You reasoned. What's the worst thing that can happen? An awkward break up when he realises he doesn't like you that much and having to work with him for at least another year? You decided not to dwell on that much.

Obviously Tim was low-key surprised when instead of shutting down his flirting attempts you flirted back. He was even more surprised when you agreed to go on a date with him.

He nearly lost his composure, but once he finally processed what happened, he beamed at you and tripled his flirting.

Throughout the day he was very hyper and becoming a bit too much to his colleagues and you

But can you blame him? He finally got the green light form you. Of course he's going to rant about it to Sasha. Of course he is going to make small doodles on the margins of his paperwork that he is later to hand in to Jon.

Tim DEFINITELY took you kayaking on you first date:)

It's a great opportunity to flex his muscles and have great fun at the lake.

Chances are you ended up falling into the water:

You were rowing in perfect harmony while exchanging some quips back and forth. It was great. Until Tim said something along the lines of:

"Sure, you're right. Can't argue with that cuteness. You could probably say that the Earth is flat and I'd believe you" he briefly took his hand off the oar to ruffle your hair.

"Hey! If I ever tell you nonsense like that, I expect you to correct me" you turn to smack him with your oar. Tim ducks out of the way, making your kayak rock from side to side.

"Don't do that! We're gonna flip the boat" You say gripping the side of the kayak for balance.

Tim grins wickedly before shifting to the other side, making the kayak careen dangerously "Don't do what? This?" he suddenly goes to the other side.

"Yes! Don't-" you're cut off as the kayak predictably flipped over and you both ended up in the slightly chilly water.

Tim laughed. You prepared to give him an angry tirade, but couldn't help laughing with him.

You got out of the water at some point... Completely soaked through.

You pulled off your shirt and put it to dry, huddling in a blanket, which, by some miracle, wasn't completely wet.

"You sh-should take off your shirt to dry" you told Tim, chattering your teeth.

"Woah! If you wanted to see me shirtless, you didn't have to flip the kayak" Tim said, taking his shirt off "You could've just asked" he smirked at you. Prompting an eye roll.

"You do remember that you were the one who flipped it, right?" You deadpanned raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm...." He pretends to think "Maybe I wanted you to see me shirtless" Tim shrugged and said "Details"

You could only shake your head and laugh.

And of course the only logical solution was to cuddle. For warmth. And because it felt nice

Tim wrapped his arms around your torso and snuggled into your neck, while you fried some marshmallows for s'mores on a campfire.

When you came the next day holding hands, Sasha was extatic.

She might or might not have started planning your wedding.

A/n: anyway, that concludes the headcanons, I hope you like it:) I'm definitely writing headcanons for Dating!! Tim

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Killer In NYC

Tara Carpenter X Reader

Part 5- Secret Secrets

3rd Person POV

Tara, Mindy, and Chad agreed to meet Sam somewhere public after she finished her shift.

The trio decided on the usual coffee shop as Evan ran up to his girlfriend.

"Tara!" The girl smiled weakly still upset over the death of Sasha. The boy giving the girl a hug before pulling back to look at her face.

"Are you ok?" Mindy scoffed.

"Of course not dumbass her friends died from a killer we thought was gone."

Ethan glared at Mindy. "Sorry for caring."

Mindys eyes narrowed. "You know if you really cared like-"

Tara cut the two off. "Stop!" She looked at Mindy with wide eyes knowing exactly where that sentence was going.

Everyone's attention turned to Sam who came rushing in. The older Carpenter almost crashing into their table.

"Sorry I'm late." Tara stood giving her sister a hug before feeling how cold she was. The younger sister quickly making her way to the cash register.

"I'll have a-"

"Iced matcha latte with oat milk." Familiar eyes behind black frames met hers with a small grin. Tara couldn't help but grin back at her favorite barista.

"You're back?" The girl nodded.

"Yeah can't exactly afford to miss work so popped a couple of painkillers and here I am." The taller girl shrugged somewhat embarrassed to meet the brunettes eyes.

Tara's hand went over the counter to pat the others in comfort.

"We'll I'm glad you're ok." The two smiled at each other staring.

Evans eyes narrowed slightly as he saw his girlfriend talking to his coworker. Usually, they would hold small conversations but something in Tara's body language made this feel more intimate.

He wasn't stupid he knew of Y/N's crush on Tara and made sure the other girl knew where they stood.

It was their first week of dating and he caught Y/n staring at Tara a little longer than necessary. Tara had been somewhat hesitant with PDA whenever she was around and it annoyed him to no end.

He jumped over the counter grabbing the smaller girl by the waist and kissing her. His eyes open and staring at the barista behind the counter. She clenched her jaw looking away as Tara's arms wrapped around the boy. The two pulled away.

Tara's face slightly flushed as the boy smiled stroking her cheek.

Evan smirked at the memory.

Mindy as always had noticed Tara's bright smile when she spoke to Y/N, however this time she was sure to make note of Evans reaction. She looked the boy up and down as he went to stand, making his way over to the two. She nudged Sam who was looking down in her purse in search of her phone. Confused the Carpenter sister swung her head to Mindy before her eyes made their way to the scene about to take place.

"Hey babe you could've asked me to make you something." The boy broke the staring contest between the two as Y/n quickly went to make Tara's order.

The smaller girl chuckled slightly uncomfortable at the heavy weight of her boyfriends arm around her shoulder.

"I figured you were on break so I didn't want to bother you." The boy laughed and began to get behind the counter.

"Nonsense go sit and I'll get everything ready for us." She nodded reluctantly stealing one last glance at Y/n, the other girl clenching her jaw as the boy snatched Tara's cup out of her hand. His voice low as he hissed at the barista.

"Stop flirting with a girl who doesn't want you it's pathetic." Y/N's head went back in offense.

"Excuse me?" Evan chuckled as he continued fixing the drink.

"I'm just saying you keep confusing being nice with flirting and it's kind of annoying considering my girlfriend isn't a fucking lesbo." Evans smug grin was wiped away quickly by a fist. He fell to the ground hand over his mouth to mask his smile as Y/n towered over him. The shop erupting in chaos, Tara running over as Y/N groaned rotating her shoulder. Mindy and Sam looked on wide eyed as well, they were watching the two and to Mindy it was obvious their discussion was anything but cordial.

"What the fuck Y/N?!" The smaller girl crouched down by her boyfriend making the other girl scoff as she watched the boy play victim, she shook her head.

Fuck this.

"I’m going home.” She threw her apron on Evan. "You can use that to clean yourself up."

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Evans mouth was being dabbed with a napkin by Tara who remained silent.

Chad stood back admiring Y/N's work as Mindy crouched closer to the couple staring at Evan for a moment.

"What did you say?" The boy looked to her in surprise.

"Excuse me?" Mindys eyes narrowed.

"Y/n doesn't seem like the type to punch people out of nowhere and you were there talking for a few minutes before she punched you. What did you say?" Evan scoffed laughing a bit.

"How do you know it was me? It's not my fault that she has a crush on Tara." Everyone's eyebrows rose to this not expecting the boy to actually catch on to the baristas feelings.

Mindy stood behind her brother one hand on his shoulder. "That still doesn't explain why she hit you.."

"All I said was Tara is my girlfriend not hers. Why are you so quick to defend her?! For all you know she's the killer!" Sam stepped forward as Tara stayed in the same position.

"How does her having a crush on me make her the killer?" The question too low to be fully understood. Everyone eyes turned to the younger Carpenter.

"Huh?"

"I SAID how does a crush make her the killer?" Evan stared for a moment growing uncomfortable. He hadn't expected his girlfriend to not take his side.

"I mean it's obvious."

"How?"

"If she can't have you no one else can." Mindy supplied. "But if that were the motive then that makes you just as much a suspect as her Evan." Her arms folded across her chest. She began to feel a sense of Deja vu as she remembered having this conversation between Wes and Amber.

Tara definitely has a type.

As the younger kids continued to argue Sam stared at the glass display of food, a familiar figure appearing before her.

"It wouldn't be the first time it was the boyfriend." Billy smiled on at Sam. "Do you really think David loves you?"

"Jealousy really isn't attractive." Mindy jumped in.

Evan just laughed. "Seriously Tara's not even into girls."

Everyone turned to the younger girl who made her way to the door.

"Tara!" Sam stood running after her with Chad as Mindy stayed behind with her younger sisters boyfriend. She held up her hand up once she stepped outside.

"Just give a me a minute." Chad and Sam were skeptical but the younger Carpenter insisted she'd be fine.

Tara POV

Flashback

It was late and I had just finished my final for the semester. Evan was too tired to join and I really just wanted to forget everything about today. We weren't official yet just a few dates here and there.

I saw Y/n from across the bar. She was dressed in a black long sleeve shirt, jeans and Nikes. Her usual chain hanging from her neck.

There was a girl there who kept laughing at everything she said. It was when she put her hand on her shoulder I made my way over to them.

"Hey y/n/n." She looked down at me smiling.

"Hey Tara you having a good time?" I nodded looking up at her with wide eyes.

"Yup." I said popping the "p".  She barely spared a glance to the other girl as she offered to get me a drink.

I nodded eagerly as we made our way to the bar the crowd of bodies making sure we were close to each other at all times.

"What would you like?" I shrugged. She squinted at me before getting me something that tasted like juice. I smiled downing the cup before asking for another her eyes widened as she guffawed.

"I'll get you one more but try to drink this one a little slower." She passed me the cup as our hands grazed each other. I peeked at her from under my eyelashes noticing her gaze wasn't exactly on my eyes. She gulped shaking her head a bit.

"You look beautiful Tara." I felt myself blush.

As the next song came on I yelled grabbing y/n's hand putting the cup down and taking her with me to the dance floor. The other girl scowling at us in the corner.

I pulled her close.

"Uh Tara I-"

I looked up at her with puppy dog eyes.

"I just wanna dance with someone I actually like.” She chuckled giving in and moving with me. I turned putting my back to her, closing my eyes as I started feeling warmer. I threw my hands around the back of her neck pulling her closer.

Her hands slowly made their way around me, I tilted my neck and we continued moving. A small part of me whispered this was a bad idea, the rest of me felt too good to stop.

"Tara," I felt her lips graze my ear making goosebumps appear.

The girl from earlier came up.

"Hey y/n wanna dance with me next?"

My eyes popped open and I glared at her.

We both stopped dancing as I turned abruptly.

I looked up into those (e/c) eyes, for once they weren't covered by glasses. I glanced back at the girl who raised an eyebrow at us. I smirked back, grabbed the front of y/n shirt and crashed my lips to hers.

End of Flashback

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Professor Freddie was walking to his car smiling he had just finished another "tutoring session" with one of his students.

He whistled as he unlocked the door stopping when he saw the back window broken. Furrowing his eyebrows he slowly walked closer to investigate, leaning down he saw a rock with a note attached.

Secrets Secrets are no fun....

A figure slammed his head on the car door, making the man groan. He looked up to see Ghostface standing over him the killer basking in the moment.

"Wait please don't!"

The figure paused head tilted as if they were truly contemplating his request before slamming the knife down into the older man's chest.

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🌸💜~Don't trust his blue eyes~💜🌸

I do not know why but I loves writing Armin. Modern aot. Reader is 21. Armin is 23. Eren 22. Mikasa is 22.

You are Eren and Mikasa's precious baby sister. Eren and Mikasa will and have fought any guy that comes your way. If he could, he would lock you up away from all man. No man dares to walk up to you because they all know your juvenile older brother and older sister would put them in the ground. Except for one man, Armin was the only guy you could talk to. The precious nerd was never seen as a threat to Eren. He was Eren's and Mikasa's brother from a mother. Plus in their eyes, Armin can't even kill a fly. The man literally built a little shelter and fed the fly once he caught it. Anyway, Armin is the one guy that will never touch his best friend's baby sister.....right?

Yeah, Eren and Mikasa would be dead wrong to know when Armin comes over to watches movies with you guys one of his hand is in the popcorn bowl while the other one is sliding your panties to the side. Armin insist everyone watch a horror flick with lots of jumps scared. He will don't care for them; he just know Eren will be a scared cat and keeps his eyes close and clinging to death to Mikasa. The noise coming from the movie drown out the wet sounds of kitty being finger fuck from him. He turns the volume up on the movie when he is rubbing circles on your pearl or curling his long slender fingers inside. He wasn't that much of a pervert to let Eren hears his baby sister' sweet little moans.

Eren and Mikasa almost got suspicious toward Armin once in the past. It was this one example when you had your head on Armin's lap in the living room. They came back from the gym and noticed you didn't welcome them home. They also didn't like how Armin puts a blanket on your whole body. Your hair was the only thing peeking out. "What wrong with my sister?" Eren asked while glaring Armin down. "She felt a little a sleepy while we're playing Mario. She end up sleeping on my lap." Armin said with the most innocent smile he ever had. "Hmmmmmmmm...okay takes care of my sister for me, man." "Will... Aah-do. She like a sister to me. They left you guys alone with no wiser of the fact your soft, plumpy was wrapped around Armin' meaty eight inches dick. The moment Armin heard Eren and Mikasa closed the door you were on your knees with your precious tiny throat being stretched out. Your vision became blurring while Armin eyes was taking pictures of his beautiful slut being the perfect fuck toy for him. As a gentleman, he didn't wants to leave mess for you or Eren to cleans. He made sure you swallow every drop of his salty and sweet cum. That was the first time and last time Eren slightly didn't trust his pal.

Eren noticed your grades was slipping a bit. He wanted to tutor you, but he was famous for his monster like strength not for his brilliance. Jean was dumb as a bag of rock. Mikasa was having a sleepover with Sasha, Krista, and Ymir. Armin is the smartest guy Eren know. Armin agrees in a heartbeat to comes by and tutor you. Tutor you as in having his blond hair brush and tickle against the inside of your thighs. Long licks from your pearl to your kitty. His warm soft mouth was on your kitty while you read over study materials. It was hard to stay focuses when his tongue slides in and out of you. He wouldn't let you drop the study materials until you granted him the sweet taste of your cum on his tongue. After you came, he rubs his thick tip along your kitty lips before the tip was being inside you. Armin knews it was wrong to fuck you behind Eren's back. He deserved to beat up just right after he fuck your brain out. "Armin, Armin, aah Armin!!", was the only thing you could say. Your brain became slush by how Armin made sure to hit your g-spot with every deep stroke. "Open your mouth", Armin order while his blue eyes was going dark everytime he saw your slutty pathetic face. You open your mouth and welcome Armin's tongue. His kiss was so sweet and gentle while his hips was slamming against you. You could've sworn you felt his tip hitting your womb. Before Eren and Mikasa came back home from their College classes, Armin left your pretty kitty all sensitive to the touch and cum just flowing out of you. He cleans you in the shower and order you your favorite sushi with extra ginger. When Ereb and Mikasa came home, they saw their favorite angles studying together. Nobody was the wiser to know that Armin have and will keep fucking you.

[clare-875]

Until The End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 27

[Your Embrace]

_____ A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary:

"You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Twenty-Six] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Eight] _____

The silence is thick, air palpable as Levi looks down to see you there, on the boat. It is you right? Not another hallucination? Not another fucked up dream? Really you? Levi can do nothing but stare silently as though in a trance, eyes not once leaving yours.

Yelena calls to the Anti-Marleyan volunteers around her telling them to bring the Marleyan soldiers off the ship to the shore. Hange finally reacts turning to Levi, who still hasn't recovered from his shock. "Levi..." They mutter but stop in surprise as they look to see that tears have filled Levi's eyes. A sight they had never seen before. You break eye contact first, following Yelena and the others off the ship, as the other Scouts in the area also notice your presence and bound over to you. Levi finally breaks free from his reverie as he turns to Hange who looks at him silently. "Oi... Hange... you see her too right... that's... [y/n]?" Hange nods, as they see a lone tear slip down his cheek. 

You approach the shore, Yelena calling for the Volunteers to follow her as they walk to a distance, but you turn as yells and sobs fill the air. 

"Captain [y/n]!!" 

"You're okay!!" 

"We thought you died!!" 

"We thought we'd never see you again!!" 

"We're so sorry!!" 

You feel your heart warm at the sight of the Scouts running towards you as Jean, Connie and Sasha go to embrace you, immediately crying their hearts out. Armin and even Mikasa stand in front of you tears in their eyes as they look to you in complete and utter relief. You let out an emotional laugh, your own tears flowing down your cheeks as you look to your squad. Your Squad, here with you. "What, you guys miss me or something," you smile as they continue to shout out in their relief and apologies. You frown half-heartedly as Jean speaks of his apologies the most, "I-I'm so sorry Captain!" He yells out. "I-It was my fault that day... if I had just told you to kill Reiner in the first place-" You cut him off swiftly as you pat his head gently. "What are you saying? Of course, it's not your fault," You say in a soft but authoritative tone. "We all let our guard down that day, I don't blame you, or anybody." 

They continue to sob until they tire themselves out. Eren joins you as well after a moment, transforming out of his Titan, also exclaiming in relief. You look at him in surprise, he had grown so much since you left, they all had. But you saw something different in Eren's eyes. It was like he knew something you all didn't. You give them all a hug and continue to comfort them as they finally accept that you are in fact, still alive and that their beloved Captain has come home. They only reluctantly pull away when they hear the fast pace of footsteps approach you. Your eyes widen as you see Hange's leaping form approach you. "[y/n]~!!!" They crash into you, causing the both of you to topple into the sand. The Scouts around you start to smile and laugh at the sight of you struggling with a sobbing Hange. 

"[y/n]!!" They continue to yell, tears streaming down their face. "I knew you were alive!! I knew you weren't dead!!" They continue to ramble on and on about how they knew you would survive, how they had believed in you and missed you all this time. Your tears continue to pour as you grip onto them tightly. You had missed Hange. When you finally pull away, however, you are met with a sight you had waited to see for so long. The man you had waited a year for. Levi. Hange slowly stands up, relief finally sufficing their system, as you also stand up on the sandy shore. 

Hange looks between you and Levi, seeing you both staring silently at each other. They have a knowing look on their features as they call to the squad, who look curiously at the suddenly tense atmosphere. Hange takes the squad members away from the shore back to their makeshift campsite, as they get ready to meet with Yelena and the rest of the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers. But you could scarcely care. There is silence in the air as the rowdy voices of your squad members fade into the distance. It's so silent you can hear the lull of the waves hitting the shore and retreating into the ocean. It was just you and him now alone on the shoreline, and suddenly you felt a wave of nerves fill you. It had been a year, what would he say to you? Would he be angry? Would he be happy? Would he even want you back? 

Tears prick your eyes as you divert your gaze from the man in front of you who still is rooted on the spot, frozen before you. His eyes look to you blankly and yet full of such deep emotion all at the same time. "Levi..." You mutter, voice cracking slightly as you look at the sand in front of you. "I-I'm sorry. I wanted to come back to you earlier, I swear I did! But... it was all too much, and I had to wait a year and I'm sorry but... but I missed you so much and-" Your rambles fill the air nonstop as you try to apologise and yet express the sorrow you felt in his absence for what felt like a lifetime. Levi watches you silently struggle, tears pouring down your face, but your voice is muffled to him as he looks at you. His angel returned to him. 

"Levi, I'm so sorr-" 

You're cut off by a warm pair of lips on your own. Your eyes flutter closed as he moves against you softly before the kiss becomes more passionate; more heated. The both of your hearts thrum to life at the other's touch, something you both had so missed, something you both had been torturously deprived of. His trembling hands move to your waist as he pulls you impossibly closer. Your hands move from your side, moving up his torso before grasping gently yet so desperately at his raven locks, holding onto him like it was the last thing you'd ever do. The kiss is warm and the kiss is wet, as both of your tears mingle down your cheeks, lost in your joy and your sorrow. You pull away gasping for breath as he does the same, tears still streaming down your face, the both of you still in the other's embrace. 

"Y-you're alive," Levi stutters looking into your eyes before pulling you against his body and welcoming your familiar fragrance. You nod against his chest as you hold onto him, arms tight against his torso. You stay there for a long moment before pulling away, Levi quickly grasping onto one of your hands as though he couldn't bear to be out of your hold for longer than a second. He uses the other hand to caress your face, gently pushing away a strand of your hair before his sharp grey eyes scan your features in relief. "Did they hurt you?" He asks, his voice barely a whisper above the wind, but you shake your head trying to ease the worry that caused a crease between his brows. "I'm okay." You say, wiping his tears with your free hand. You frown slightly at his slightly paler completion even in the dim light of the moon, how he looks so much more exhausted than usual, how his face seems more hollow somehow. 

"Have you been looking after yourself, Levi?" You pout softly looking at him as he averts his gaze before looking back to you. You see the turmoil in his eyes reflect your own as he observes how you also seem more tired than usual, smaller than usual too. You lean into his touch but your eyes don't leave the other. Levi avoids your question but instead says something that tells you all you need to know about the unrest he went through without you by his side. The despair he so desperately tried and failed to hide among prying eyes was presented before you. "I love you," he mutters under his breath, only for you to hear. Your heart hammers against your chest at his proclamation. "Never leave me alone, again." More tears fall onto your face as he catches them on his fingertips before pulling you in for a brief, gentle kiss. When you pull away you smile up at him, a real genuine smile, it had been so long since you felt the bliss. 

Levi looks at you, awe betraying his eyes as your angelic features upturn into the sight he had longed for. "I love you too, Levi," you say caressing his face. "And I'm not leaving you, not ever again." You watch as solace takes over the pain that Levi had endured for so long. His own lips upturn into a gentle smile; your favourite scene in the world. The both of you could stay there holding the other's hand, embracing the other's warmth and looking into the other's eyes for millennia. But, unfortunately, reality catches up to you, as the voice of Hange rings through from a distance, "Hey, love-birds, I'm sorry but we're going to have to start the interrogation soon! [y/n], they're also asking for you, said you knew what this was all about!" 

Hange's voice causes Levi to turn to them, annoyance now clouding his face. But you simply laugh at the familiar sight, before replying to Hange putting your free hand in the air. "We'll be right there Hange!" You yell before you turn to Levi, squeezing his hand gently. You let out a giggle as you smile up at his obvious bitterness. "What?" You say, but the sight of you, laughing and smiling and present with him, almost instantly melts his features.  He shakes his head before tugging your hand with his own pulling the both of you across the shore and to the makeshift campsite the Scouts have readied by the ocean. Only this time, when others look at the both of you inquisitively, Levi doesn't let go of your hand in his. 

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You sit next to Levi who sits next to Hange, while Yelena and another Anti-Marleyan Volunteer, Onyankopon, sits opposite the table in front of you. The four of you observe as Hange looks at the pistol you presented them, and the multiple bullets stored within it. "Ah, I see! That's how it shoots a bunch!" Hange exclaims in awe as they look at the weapon. "That's standard issue in Marley," Yelena speaks up from in front of them, holding a cup of tea in her hand. "The Marley army has 20,000 soldiers per division. With 50 divisions, that's 1,000,000 soldiers. There's also the navy with three fleets each comprised of 21 battleships. They've made tremendous progress in new weapons and aerial warfare as well." There is a deep silence before Hange speaks up from next to Levi. "Aerial...?" 

"In other words, vehicles allowing one to attack the enemy from the sky," Onyankopon speaks up as he looks to Hange. At his words, Hange stood up in shock. "Huh?! From the sky?!" Levi maintains the irritated look on his face unliking the way Hange makes them look weak and unintelligible next to those in Marley. "If Marley had such capabilities this whole time, why haven't they attacked in over a year?" You nod at Hange’s words before speaking up, looking at the cup of tea in front of you and swirling it periodically in small motions. "There are two main reasons," you say, as everyone's eyes now turn to you. "One being the Pure Titans released here. Even with the latest weapons they would hinder a land assault. They were used as a tool to confine us Eldians within the walls, but in turn, they've also protected us from invasion." 

You look up to see Levi's eyes sharp in the glowing lights as he meets your gaze, there was such irony of the situation you have found yourselves in. "Though dawn is coming soon, and that's when the Titans are active," Yelena says from across the table. "But if we're way out here, sipping tea outside the walls..." You turn to Levi and Hange in shock finishing Yelena's sentence. "You must've killed all the Titans roaming around." There is a tense silence in the air as Yelena stares intently at the two Scouts in front of her. "Is that true?" Levi interrupts quickly, uncertainty in his eyes. "And what if it is? You gonna report that to Marley?" But he is met with a look of astonishment and admiration as Yelena replies. "No, it blows away my expectations." 

"And what's the second reason?" Hange asks turning back to you. You reply instantly meeting their curious gaze. "Currently, Marley is at war with multiple nations. They can't be bothered with Paradis. You defeated the Warrior unit, the pride of Marley, and captured two of their main weapons, the Colossal and Female Titans. Marley's many enemies took notice and were quick to unite and declare war." Hange then turns back to Yelena and Onyankopon, understanding the intent behind your words. "If you guys are secret agents who infiltrated Marley, I'm guessing you came from conquered nations?" The two look at Hange, a grim expression on their faces. "Oh, I'm right?! If you're going up against Marley, I bet you've got big backers!" 

Yelena puts down her cup of tea, it clinking against the saucer on the table. "We're not secret agents or anything of the sort," she says eyes screwed onto the details of the table in front of her, and Onyankopon looks at her, the same look on his face. "We were powerless. Marley took our homes and forced us to be soldiers. We were close to losing hope of ever striking back... Until we met him. A Titan that people of the world feared, calling it a devil. But I saw something completely different..." Yelena's face now morphs into one of insatiable awe. "A god. One that gave hope to the powerless." Her face returns to one that is neutral, but the gleam in her eyes remains. "Under Zeke Jaeger's command, we shot our superiors and returned your Captain to you. We're the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers. Our goal: to free the Eldian people." 

Hange turns to you shock brimming their eyes but you don't meet their gaze. "Does that mean [y/n]... you... you're working with Zeke as well?" You tense as you release your hold on your tea. You were afraid this would happen. "Hange..." Levi threatens darkly as he looks at your troubled face. "You saw it too Levi... [y/n], you're related to him, aren't you, you're a Fritz," Hange says neutral voice echoing through the silent air. You don't meet their burning stare as you speak up after a moment. "That's right..." you say, voice soft as you feel the suddenly tense atmosphere. "I am related to him, my father is a Fritz, I'm descended from royal blood and Zeke is technically my cousin." You let out a sigh. "But I never said I was working with him. I only needed his help to return here in exchange for a favour." 

You turn hesitantly to meet the faces of Levi and Hange who look at you curiously but at least not in distrust. "He left me with his demands, in exchange for the help he wants to provide us. He has a plan, though he wouldn't even tell me what it was. He wants the founding Titan, Eren, he needs him for his plan to take place because the Founding Titan needs to be in contact with a Titan of royal blood. I'm not saying I trust him completely, but I think there's credit in what he's saying. There was a moment, the instant when Eren was temporarily able to use the Founding Titan's powers because he was in contact with me... someone of royal blood and a [l/n], who turns out to be a family, the product of Titan experiments." You meet Levi's unsettled gaze at the proclamation, along with a face of realisation. 

"As I said, I don't know what his plan is, but I am sure there is truth in what he's saying, that having The Founding Titan and a Titan of royal blood is necessary, along with the technological support the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers have provided. The Marleyan soldiers and government are preoccupied right now, but we don't know for how long, and their numbers and weapons strongly outweigh those available to us right now." You now turn to Hange who seems in deep contemplation. "Even if you decide to refuse to cooperate with the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers, more ships are headed this way, we will need their support to hinder their attacks... you won't be able to just kill them. And... the only alternate option other than Zeke's secret plan, is the Rumbling. An attack whereby the Titans in our walls trample the Earth, killing and flattening everything on it." 

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Dawn slowly starts to break on Paradis by the time all is sorted. The Marleyan soldiers that were on board the ships were restrained and to be sent back within the walls and into the cells. The Anti-Marleyan Volunteers were monitored but not restrained, as they provided Hange with valuable information. The wireless radios on board the retained ship would be useful in deterring and capturing other ships that may be sent here from Marley. Hange had also come up with a report of the information and Zeke's demands that would be presented to Dhalius Zachery, Queen Historia and the three military regiments later on. For the time being, the Scouts that were up all night were permitted a few hours of rest and you were now being tugged along by Levi who dragged you to his tent in the distance, ignoring the prying eyes of Scouts that looked to the both of you. 

When you enter, the both of you walk over to the bed in the corner of the large tent. You sit down with a deep sigh while Levi silently takes off your boots, you smile at the sight, caressing his raven locks as he looks up to you. "I missed you," you whisper as his face turns soft in your presence. He rids of his own boots and joins you on the bed, pulling you down next to him so the both of you are now lying down looking at the other. He grasps one of your hands in his own, the other pushing strands of [h/c] hair behind your ear. He simply gazes at your features lost in the beauty and the reality that you were there in front of him; that you returned. "I did too," he says as you look at him questioningly breaking free from your own thoughts. "I missed you." 

You squeeze his hand gently and softly smile, moving closer to the man who lies next to you, leaning your head against his chest as he embraces you. You listen to the soothing sound of his heartbeat against your ear. You feel the warmth and safety of being back in his arms and his presence. The exhaustion of being away from each other for so many months builds up, but sleep easily takes over you in the familiarity of his form. In the many months that you two had been together before you were taken away, it was also the same. The both of you found that sleep came easier in the other's presence; it held your dreams at bay and kept insomnia from Levi. You feel your eyes flutter shut as you let out a sigh of contentment, snuggling into his warmth. 

Levi looks down at you for a long moment, watching as your eyes close and your breaths steady. He sees the peace that surrounds your face as he holds you in his arms. Levi feels emotions cloud his eyes before he puts a soft kiss on the top of your head, feeling sleep also catch up to him in the relief that you are with him once more. The both of you finally get the rest you so desperately need. The inner sorrow and turmoil that existed in the past year apart, slowly dissipated with the knowledge that the other was safe and unharmed, as you both have a peaceful, dreamless sleep. _____

[Chapter Twenty-Six] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Eight]

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[neopuff]

ALWAYS ON MY MIND

chapter two: at the back of my mind ships: sasha/milla characters: sasha, milla, otto, truman words: 4452 ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53435410/chapters/135363142

[chap 1]

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It'd been almost a month since Grand Head Zanotto forced Sasha to socialize with someone new for several hours. He'd not done it again since, but that was probably because they hadn't had any new hires since then.

His two hours with Agent Vodello had been surprisingly pleasant. She was charming and friendly, but not uncomfortably so, and Sasha liked that she listened to what he said. At least she seemed to be listening - he hadn't attempted to read her mind out of respect for her privacy, but occasionally caught the telepathic sound of music playing.

After their tour, she hadn't sought him out for anything. Which was just fine - Sasha was always working on research projects or helping Agent Mentallis with one of his new inventions. He didn't need anything else on his plate.

Still, Agent Vodello waved at him anytime they were both in the lobby. He felt himself awkwardly wave back each time, but she was always, always with someone else, so their interactions never really expanded beyond that. 

Which, again, was perfectly fine with him.

On one uneventful Monday morning, Sasha was making his way across the Quarry to Agent Mentallis’ lab when he saw her by herself for the first time in a long time.

She was exiting Agent Mentallis’ lab and had a neutral, almost sad expression on her face. Sasha thought it looked unnatural on her, when she was usually so…smiley.

Just as he thought that, she noticed him, and gave him the bright smile he was used to seeing. “Ah, hello, Agent Nein!”

They both stopped on the same floating pad, just two away from the parking lot in front of the lab. “Good morning, Agent Vodello. Nice to see you.”

“You, too!” She looked positively giddy, clapping her hands together in front of her. “It’s been far too long since we’ve talked - we should get coffee sometime and chat!”

Sasha adjusted his sunglasses, taking that in. He knew that her words were the universal expression of we’ll probably never spend time together again, but said in the nicest way possible. Which was a bit disappointing, but at least he wouldn’t get his hopes up. “Yes…of course. Some time when we’re both free.”

Agent Vodello smiled and waved at him as she levitated away - he watched her for a half-second before turning to focus entirely on the lab. Where his focus was supposed to be.

He stepped through the annoying security room and found himself standing across from Otto Mentallis’ familiar face - the older psychic was alone at his desk, tinkering with something small.

“Agent Mentallis.”

“Ah, Sasha!” Otto smiled and waved him over. “This is a real change of pace - my last visitor was a very lively young woman.”

Sasha chose not to take that as an insult. “I assume you’re referring to Agent Vodello.”

“Yes, that’s her!” The older man stood up and stretched, cracking his back. “Talkative, charming. Pretty, too, don’t you think?”

At that question, Sasha pulled out a cigarette and quickly lit it, enjoying the calm it brought his nerves. “...it would be pointless to pretend otherwise.”

Otto laughed loudly and sharply, surprising the younger agent who stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “I always appreciate how predictable you are, honestly. It makes me feel like I’ve got a good handle on this place. Now what’d you come down here for?”

“I…was interested in how your latest project is going,” Sasha answered, ignoring the other comments. He could genuinely never tell if Agent Mentallis was purposefully trying to get under his skin, or if the man simply didn’t pay attention to some of the things that came out of his mouth. “Have you made much progress?”

“Ahhh…my Distilled Emotions series. No, not particularly.” Otto put a hand to his chin and glanced to the side, where he had scribbles and scratch marks all over the pages of an open notebook. “I’m still interested in the idea, but…it’s slow-going. Nothing has seemed to work so far. But I’m not giving up just yet!”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Sasha stuffed his hands into his pockets, lit cigarette floating near his head. “If there’s any way I could assist…”

“Not with this one, I don’t think. Not yet, at least! I’ll let you know when I make a breakthrough worth talking about.” The older man paused for a moment, glaring at his wall of gadgets both finished and unfinished, then he grabbed one item to show it off. “Did I show you my new Otto-shot Camera?”

“You did not.” Sasha eyed the camera suspiciously - he didn’t have much need for taking photographs, but he was curious to know how it differed from a normal camera. “What does it do?”

“What doesn’t it do would be a better question!” Otto held it up proudly. “You can use it to…well - take photos! But it also has fun filters and can detect hard-to-find figments inside someone’s mind…it’s very helpful.”

Sasha didn’t think any of that sounded particularly useful to him, though he supposed there was no downside to help in collecting figments. “This seems like it would be better suited for someone like Agent Vodello,” he commented dryly, not really thinking about any unintended meaning to his words.

Otto, however, seemed to find that comment very interesting, considering the suspicious smirk that came over his face as soon as Sasha mentioned the lively, pretty young woman again.

Sasha frowned at the older man’s expression.

“You know what, Sasha, you’re absolutely right. She seems very photogenic - perhaps you could bring this to her and she can test it for me!” Otto said, wolfish smile never leaving his face.

Confused, Sasha reached out and took the camera out of his hands. He wasn’t an idiot - he could see Agent Mentallis was trying to imply something untoward and he didn’t understand how acknowledging her existence would justify that. “What are you doing?” he asked uncomfortably.

“Me? I’m just trying to be efficient with my time!” Otto answered innocently, holding his hands up in the air. “I’m an old man, Sasha. You can't expect me to go back and forth to the Motherlobe all willy-nilly.”

Sasha held the camera tighter in his hands. Though Agent Mentallis’ explanation made sense, they'd spent enough time together that Sasha knew he was lying. He didn't understand why Agent Mentallis felt it necessary to make those types of jokes, but it certainly wasn't the first time nor would it be the last.

“...alright. I'll bring it to her,” Sasha said hesitantly. “But I don’t see her often, so don’t expect results anytime soon.”

“Sure, sure. Whenever. I'm in no rush!”

Sasha made his way out of the workshop, feeling a bit like he'd wasted his time. He liked Agent Mentallis and really enjoyed working with the man on machines and gadgets, but Agent Mentallis also had the unfortunate habit of implying that Sasha needed to socialize with people his own age. On more than one occasion, he'd even told Sasha to go get a life!

But Sasha did have a life. He felt extremely comfortable as he was currently living, even if he didn't have many friends. He'd spent the last seven years building himself a career and a reputation amongst the Psychonauts that he wouldn't trade for anything. And those years of focus and discipline had given him the strength and understanding to work through difficulties from his youth. There was no amount of socializing with a beautiful woman that would have any such impact. 

Or a not-beautiful woman. 

Or anyone, really.

He took a step closer to the Motherlobe and took another drag of his cigarette. It felt like he was breaking some sort of unspoken rule by acknowledging Agent Vodello’s charm. He could only blame Otto for implanting the thought in his mind. But it wasn’t inappropriate to recognize that she was pretty. She clearly took pride in her appearance - she wore makeup, styled her hair, looked at herself in mirrors anytime she noticed one. But Sasha felt still like he was doing something wrong.

As he entered the Motherlobe, Sasha’s eyes were immediately drawn to the woman of the hour - she had started to wear more colorful clothes after getting settled in the new job, and her style tended to include bright colors, which made her especially noticeable.

More than that, though, she was levitating alongside Grand Head Zanotto, and they were headed towards the Nerve Center.

Obviously they were going to talk about something important. Sasha had no reason to interrupt, especially when all he had to give her was Agent Mentallis’ strange new camera. So he made his way back to his office. Sasha had recently completed a short recon mission and still needed to write up his report - there was plenty of work to do that didn't involve anyone else.

He got about fifteen minutes into his report - which meant it was almost done, since the mission had been fairly simple - when he felt a telepathic prodding in the back of his mind.

“Sasha, can you come up to my office? I need your assistance.”

He pouted and adjusted his sunglasses, curious what Grand Head Zanotto needed from him. Especially after he just met with Agent Vodello - Sasha anxiously wondered if she'd complained about him for some reason. Maybe she felt he'd been staring at her and was uncomfortable. Or perhaps Agent Mentallis said something out-of-turn.

“Be right there,” Sasha responded, telepathically reaching back.

Paperwork forgotten, Sasha tried not to feed his paranoia as he made his way to the Grand Head’s office. It was unlikely that Agent Vodello had filed a complaint about him. And it was even more unlikely that Agent Mentallis being inappropriate would lead to Sasha being called in for a talk.

He didn't really have a guess as to the purpose of this meeting, so he supposed he had no choice but to wait and find out.

Upon reaching the Grand Head’s office, Sasha turned to levitate over the water fixture when he heard two familiar voices talking. He was immediately confused and very curious why he’d been brought in when the previous meeting hadn’t ended yet.

“Ah, there he is!”

Sasha landed a few feet in front of the Grand Head’s desk when the older man smiled at him, and Camilla turned around with a matching smile on her face.

“Two times in one day! What a treat!” she said with a little wink.

Sasha took another drag from his cigarette and nodded at her, then looked up at the Grand Head. “You needed me for something…?”

“Not me, exactly. Agent Vodello here has been struggling with some of her psychic powers and I thought you could give her some one-on-one training since you’re not on any assignments right now,” Grand Head Zanotto answered quickly, repeatedly glancing down at the clock on his desk.

“Oh.”

Camilla looked embarrassed and ran her fingers through her hair. “I haven’t had much opportunity to practice certain things and he mentioned you right away,” she said with a chuckle. “I hope it’s not a bother.”

“No, not at all,” Sasha answered, adjusting his sunglasses slightly. “I always have time to help a fellow Psychonaut.”

She smiled again - a particularly bright and charming smile that made Sasha grab his cigarette once more - and then stood up. Sasha had forgotten how tall she was. Though he was still taller than her, it was only by an inch or two. He was used to towering over the average person; it was a nice change of pace.

“That’s great to hear, Sasha!” Grand Head Zanotto was looking through some papers on his desk while he spoke. “The new classroom is finished if you two want to check it out while you train! Or go wherever. Doesn’t matter. Just let me or Agent Forsythe know if you need anything!”

They exited his office and started walking through the Nerve Center, ignoring the dozen Psychonauts levitating all over the room and chatting about anything under the sun.

Sasha noticed Agent Forsythe staring curiously at the two of them walking together and he couldn’t stop himself from smoking again.

“You smoke quite a bit,” Camilla commented.

“It’s been more than usual lately,” he responded as they exited the Nerve Center and made their way into the lobby. “Good for calming my nerves.”

There was a bit of hesitation before Agent Vodello spoke again. “I hope I’m not causing you more stress, I’m sure Truman could ask someone else if you’re busy!”

Sasha turned towards her, one eyebrow raised. “It has nothing to do with you,” he lied, having realized in the past hour that his urge to smoke increased every time Camilla’s looks or charm were mentioned around him. Or anytime she said something especially friendly. There was just something about her - Agent Mentallis wasn’t wrong when he called her pretty, but she was more than just pretty. She was show-stoppingly gorgeous. And she made Sasha feel nervous in ways he wasn’t quite used to. He’d been around plenty of beautiful people, but Camilla had a glow around her like no other. She lit up every room she was in like she harnessed the light of the sun itself. “I can’t pinpoint exactly what it’s related to, but I’m sure it’ll pass.”

“I hope so,” Camilla responded, glancing around the newly updated wing of the Motherlobe. “I haven’t been over here yet,” she said unprompted, spinning around as she levitated.

“I haven’t either.” Sasha watched her for a moment, then turned to take in the new hallway layout. “I suppose Agent Forsythe’s new office will go back here, then.”

She’d poked her head into the new classroom as he spoke - the room was finished being built a week or two ago and was still being filled with the appropriate furniture. So it looked a little empty. Not that it mattered, since the training would all be in Sasha’s head.

“We’ll be training here?” she asked curiously.

Sasha levitated past her and into the room, stopping in front of a set of chairs that had been left in the center of the floor. He pulled a small, colorful door out of his jacket pocket and let it hover above his hand. “I think we’ll cause less damage if we go into my mind.”

“Oh!” Camilla quickly joined him by the chairs. “I didn’t even consider that.”

“Have you…been inside someone else’s mind before?” he asked a little hesitantly, not sure where she was at in her training.

“Truman let me visit his mind not long after he visited mine.” She answered carefully, not making eye contact while she spoke. “It wasn’t for very long, though. I was still…working on some things.”

Sasha nodded, not knowing the specifics but understanding the gist. “I suppose you don’t have your own door, then.”

“I was actually just talking to Agent Mentallis about that!” Camilla answered. “He promised to make mine nice and sparkly.” She chuckled, then reached out to touch the edge of Sasha’s door. “Yours is beautiful. I wouldn’t have expected so many colors!”

He grabbed his cigarette and took one last drag, happy to get his money’s worth by smoking the stick as far as it could go. “Yes. Well. My mind is certainly not as colorful.”

She giggled at that response and took a seat in one of the chairs, brushing invisible dust off her dress and sitting up as straight as possible. “I’m ready when you are, Agent Nein.”

Sasha followed suit and took the seat across from her. He placed the small door on his forehead, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and waited for the welcome intruder to find her way inside. He remembered his first time entering someone’s mind through a door - that person was Otto Mentallis, and that man’s mind was a disorganized mess. It’d given Sasha hives just walking through it, and encouraged him to keep his own mind as clean and organized as possible.

For himself, sure. But also for future guests.

A minute later and he was greeted by the sight of Camilla Vodello levitating around one side of his specifically crafted block of a mindscape.

“Now this is more what I expected,” she said thoughtfully.

He wondered if she meant that literally - that she’d been thinking about him and wondering what his mind looked like - but quickly shook that off. He was usually a master of controlling his thoughts and focusing…Agent Vodello just so happened to throw him off-balance. He needed to get a handle on that.

He adjusted his sunglasses, wondering when his censors would start to arrive. “Which powers would you like to work on?”

“I’m not the best at PSI-Blasting,” she admitted sheepishly. “Or connecting thoughts.”

“My mind is an excellent space for working on your Marksmanship skills,” Sasha responded. “I can set up some thoughts for you to connect, though we’ll have to put them back when we’re done.”

“Of course!” Camilla smiled at him, hands clasped behind her back. “I wouldn’t want to change your opinions like that.” She started to levitate, as she often did, and then went exploring around to another side of Sasha’s mind cube. She didn’t react much to anything - considering how clean Sasha kept it, he wasn’t surprised. 

But then she let out a low “oh, hello!” and Sasha mentally focused on her to see what she was doing.

She was watching one of his memory vaults jumping around, making little noises at it as if she was speaking to a dog. It was strange, to say the least. Sasha levitated the vision of himself in his mind towards her to observe it closer.

He recognized which vault it was immediately. “You can open it if you’d like,” he said as he continued to watch her try to pet it. “Especially if you haven’t looked into a memory vault before. It’s a very unique experience.”

“Truman asked me not to look at his,” Camilla answered, reaching down to lightly scratch the memory vault. “Are you sure? If it’s too much, I can-”

“It’s fine.” He meant it, too.

She held eye contact for another moment, just in case he showed any sign of hesitation at all, then reached down and gently pet the memory vault on its head. It made a happy noise and then laid down and opened up for her, which Sasha thought was interesting. Usually he’d smack them or use telekinesis to hold them steady - he’d never watched someone coax one so gently before.

Agent Vodello spent a minute staring at the inside of the vault, and Sasha felt a voyeuristic discomfort from watching her do so. He didn’t have much of a choice, though, whether he stared at her directly or just felt her presence in his mind.

Eventually she stood up, a solemn look on her face. It wasn’t like he was the only person in the world who lost their mother at a young age, but he supposed he could’ve warned her.

She levitated over to him without saying a word, and before Sasha could open his mouth - her arms were suddenly wrapped around his neck and she was pressed up against him.

He didn’t know what to do. So he just stood there, completely stiff and still, until she backed away.

“I’m so sorry, Sasha,” she said softly, her hands held together in front of her chest. “She seemed like a wonderful person.”

Still a bit shaken by the hug, Sasha was frozen for a moment before finally shaking his head and reaching up to adjust his sunglasses. He needed a cigarette again. “I…yes, she was. Thank you for saying so.”

Camilla smiled at him and reached forward, placing one of her hands against his arm. “If you ever want to talk, I’d be happy to listen.”

The amount of affection he was receiving was a little overwhelming for Sasha, and he stared down at her hand for a few seconds before awkwardly clearing his throat and lightly shaking his head. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m fine. It was quite a long time ago.” He felt like he could breathe easier as she pulled her hand away. “Let’s focus on why we’re here - my censors should be showing up any moment now.”

x

They spent over an hour training in Sasha’s mind - blasting censors with blastokinesis, tossing censors at one another using telekinesis, slowing down time and watching the confusion cross the censors’ faces…it was fun, if he was being honest with himself. Sasha hadn’t had an opportunity to just blow off some steam inside his mind in several months.

One moment that he filed away for later was when he asked Camilla about pyrokinesis. She shook her head and claimed that fire just wasn’t her thing, so they moved on without it. But he was unfortunately quite curious about that. Was she in an accident that involved fire?

Or perhaps she just wasn’t confident at controlling it.

Either way, the subject seemed sensitive and he didn’t know her well enough to ask.

She blasted another small censor and took a deep breath before stretching out her arms and falling back, landing with a thud and closing her eyes.

Sasha levitated over and stood next to her, staring down at the serene look on her face. “Are you alright?”

“Just tired, darling, very tired,” she mumbled in response.

He felt his cheeks heat up slightly, not sure why she’d just called him that. Was she thinking about someone else? Was she so tired that she’d lost her verbal self control? “I…um,” he started, wanting to say something about it. But she looked very peaceful and unconcerned with her own words, it almost felt rude to say something. “...we can leave, if you’d like.”

She sighed again, opening her eyes to stare back at him. Then she smiled. “That sounds nice. I’m supposed to meet with Kim for lunch soon.”

Sasha hoped he didn’t look as embarrassed as he felt. The combination of that nickname and the smile she just gave him made him feel like there were angry butterflies trying to break out of his stomach. “If that can wait a little longer, I actually have something for you in my office.”

Camilla levitated back to a standing position and tilted her head - staring at him like he’d said something crazy. “...you do?”

He glanced away from her, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “Yes, um. Well, it’s from Agent Mentallis. A device he thought you might like to test for him.”

Her eyes widened and brightened at that, and Camilla grabbed her smelling salts and quickly made her way out of Sasha’s mind. When he opened his eyes again in the classroom, she was already standing and ready to go.

“This is the first time Agent Mentallis has thought of me for something like this!” she said excitedly, clapping her hands together in front of her. “What is it?”

Sasha stood up with her and started making his way out of the room. “You shouldn’t get too excited. It’s a camera. A…psychic camera.”

Camilla followed him, floating the whole way. “A psychic camera?”

“He, um…thought you could test it out for him. Take photos of…” Sasha paused, not sure if it would be weird to suggest she take photographs of herself. But that was the implication, wasn’t it? “...anything. It can apparently help you find figments in people’s minds.”

She smiled, though there was a look on her face that seemed more confused than excited. “I did enjoy collecting figments in Truman’s mind. Still, it seems a bit random.”

“Agent Mentallis mentioned something about you being, um…” Sasha reached into his pocket and grabbed a new cigarette, needing it desperately. “Photogenic.”

Camilla laughed and levitated ahead of him. She’d only been to his office once before, but it wasn’t difficult to remember the way there. “It’s not the first time an older man has said something like that about me, I suppose.”

Sasha suddenly felt mortified on her behalf. He stood still, the aquarium lighting up the left side of his face while his newly-lit cigarette lit up the right. “I’ll talk to him. He shouldn’t make comments like that. It’s not appropriate.”

She turned around and had an amused smile on her face. “I like photogenic, actually.” She paused in front of Sasha’s office door, waiting for him to catch up. “It’s kind of nice.”

Sasha decided that he would still say something to Agent Mentallis, whether she wanted him to or not. If he didn’t, the older man was guaranteed to continue making little comments or suggestions or implications and Sasha Nein was not a man who enjoyed being teased or watching his coworker be teased. Especially when there was nothing to be teased about! So he stepped past Camilla, let his office door open, and quickly used telekinesis to grab the camera and bring it over.

“Ohh, it’s cute!” she said with a smile. “Perhaps Kim will let me take photos of her, too.”

He grabbed one side of his sunglasses with his thumb and middle finger, adjusting them slightly. Again. “Don’t feel any obligation to do this right away. Agent Mentallis tends to jump from one project to another very quickly.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Agent Vodello levitated the camera into her surprisingly spacious purse and then glanced at her watch. “I should go meet with Kim now. But I’d love to train more tomorrow if you’re free?”

Sasha raised a single eyebrow. “Um…yes, I’m free. Should we meet in the classroom again at 11?”

“Yes, that’s perfect!” She hopped up, back to levitating as she liked to do. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow, darling!”

She quickly exited his office and left Sasha with the same question he’d had earlier about her use of the term darling. After that second instance, he couldn’t use the excuse that she was tired or delusional. But…it was strange, wasn’t it? The last person in his life who’d called him anything close to darling was his mother, though it admittedly felt quite different coming from Agent Vodello. He wondered if there was a possibility she just talked like that and he hadn’t paid enough attention to notice before. There were a few Psychonauts at the Motherlobe who frequently used slang that Sasha didn’t understand, so…that would certainly make more sense than anything else.

He took a deep breath and decided to move on. There was no use lingering on such a simple little thing.

[jeanscoolwife]

How jean helps you when you’re grieving.

Jean Kirstein x Reader

tw: mentions of mental health, traumatic events, mentions of suicide

i felt like writing something kinda sad but cute, enjoy 😩

You broke down after hearing that Sasha had just passed away. You had just got home from Marley, you were tired, hurting and in complete distress. As you walked out of the airship, you had only stopped crying, wasn't too long until you just sat outside with Jean, Connie and Armin. Watching as the bodies were taken away. Jean had his arm around your waist pulling you close, you rested your head on his shoulder. No one said a word. It had never been so quiet with all of you together. Two and a half weeks passed, and you sat in the shared room that you had with Jean. Dinner was supposed to be in 10 minutes but you weren't hungry, you had barely eaten all week. Even when you tried to eat the lump in your throat just got in the way. Every day seemed to get harder, not easier. The only thing that had improved was that you stopped crying, it was like you run out of tears to cry. Jean didn't know that you had been silently crying yourself to sleep every night. But you did know that you were bound to break again.

Jean was extremely worried about you, everyone was, and Armin kept checking up on you relentlessly. Connie also thought he was doing badly himself not as badly as you seemingly were. Mikasa knew you were doing badly but she was too. Jean was the first to notice you had lost a lot of weight from the lack that you had been eating. He hadn't seen you smile in weeks if made him feel awful. He wished he could just make you happy again.

Sasha was your best friend and it had destroyed you, everything was so different, so quiet at dinner, life seemed to just have drained out. Jean was heading up to your room coming to tell you that dinner was ready. He walks into the room and he sees you with your knees to your chest and your chin resting on your knees. He sighs at seeing you so miserable, it broke his heart more than you realised. "Y/N?" He spoke softly, "Dinner is ready" "Mhm." You replied, your body ached as usual, and your eyes feel sore at the lack of sleep. "I'm not hungry," You said with a weak voice.

He approaches you and is stood in front of you, his tired eyes looking at you, a sad expression painted on his face. "You need to eat... It's important. I need you to be okay" Jean rests his hand on your face, lifting it to look at your exhausted eyes. "I'm fine...I'm not hungry..." You repeated looking down not making eye contact, you felt your throat tighten, and your eyes felt watery. Were you going to cry for the first time in a week? - not like that is long but it sure felt like it.

Of course, when you're met with your lover confronting you like this, the tears were bound to fall. "You're not fine, you need help..." He stated but still kept a soft tone. He kneels in front of you so he can see your face. "Please just talk to me..." And that was when you finally broke, you choked out a sob and your head falls on his shoulder.

He pulls you down straight away into his lap, as he sits down properly and hugs you tightly. Your legs on either side of his waist, he was sitting down with his legs crossed. You sob loudly as you cover your face with your hands, Jean's arms tighten as he hugs you. "Shhh.." He comforts you, rubbing your back. It hurt him having to hold you as you painfully cried, your heart ached and so did his. I suppose that was the link you shared, if you're hurting, he was hurting.

Your sobs were loud and painful. It was like someone was sawing you in half all the way to your heart, which was already in millions of pieces at the bottom of your stomach. Your theoretical soul has been torn apart to the point, it didn't exist anymore. All of yourself was nothing, due to your effusive grief. Would there be an end to your suffering or was the world just that unfair?

He held you as he had never held you before, the last time he had to hold you like this was after Connie walked through those doors and told you Sasha had died. The way Eren laughed at her death, the anger that consumed your body, leading you to leap over and attack him. Levi contained you and pulled you away before you could do anything that you would eventually regret. "Jean, take her out of here before it gets worse than it already is." Jean didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist and started pulling you out of the room, you cried and cursed out Eren, trying your best to get out of Jean's grip. He was too strong for you, he pulled you out of the room and you continued to let out a deadly outcry. Tears streamed down your cheeks and your heart shattered. The pain you were feeling was unbearable, it felt as if someone had stabbed you repeatedly all over the entirety of your body.

Jean held you like there was no tomorrow, his back against the wall. Not long after you were out of the room you gave up your fight and your body went limp. Your whole body ached from all of the struggles. Jean kept hold of you and slowly slid down to the floor, your back falling against him. Your calloused hands cover your face. His head leaned against yours, a tear rolling down his cheek. Not only were you hurting but Jean was hurting just as much as you were, he could just keep it in a lot better. Your face was drenched in tears, and the water that came from your eyes didn't stop coming, you were mostly quiet now apart from the sniffling and your shaking breaths. Jean kissed the side of your head as he held you ever so tightly. Here you were 2 weeks later back in his arms and sobbing. Your arms moved around his neck and you hugged him. It felt like there was nothing around you, just him and you. The whole world fell silent, the only thing that could be heard was your heart beating in sync with each other and your heavy breathing.

Moments passed and Jean started speaking. "Please, start looking after yourself, Y/N. You deserve to be happy again."

"How can I be happy again, Jean? Sasha is dead." you choked out. "I know but you need to do this for yourself and not just that Sasha. She wouldn't want you to be like this for months on end, she would want you to take care of yourself. If you can't survive just try. That's what she would want."

His words lingered in the air for a few moments, you were thinking of what to say next. The words simply just wouldn't come out. You knew he was right. He always knew what you needed to hear.

"You have so many people that care about you and want you to be happy." He said softly as he continued slow and gentle strokes on your back. "I want you to be happy because you fucking deserve it. You're the most amazing person I have ever met. You're my only guiding light and I can't accomplish anything without you, your smile, your laugh, your whole self. You made me into the person I am now and I need you back." he sighed before speaking once more. "I am not telling you to just get over it, I know it's not that easy. But, you got to pick yourself up again. I love you more than anything in this entire world and it destroys me that you're miserable."

His words warm your heart, you lift your and meet his eyes, your hand cupping his cheeks. "Thank you, I love you more than anything. You always know what I need to hear, and you make me believe I'm worth something." your voice is frail but you try your best, your eyes feeling swollen. "You are worth more than the entire world itself."

Your sorrowed soul was still nothing but your heart started to piece itself back together. Jean was the reason you started healing. He was the reason your soul slowly became full of life again.

Jean loved you so much that you started loving yourself again.

[icga-blog]

Heartbreak High Season 1 - Ep1

20:30–21:10

The SLT kids are leaving the first ever class in little groups (mostly pairs and trios). Four people leave alone: Amerie, that runs away before everyone else to hide eat lunch in the bathroom; Malakai, that tries to talk to Amerie unsuccessfully and is the new kid and don't know anyone else; Harper, that visibly is not with Missy and Sasha (the people she was hanging out with at this point in the story), going to her locker on her own; and Cash, the last one to leave the classroom and someone that earlier we saw around other eshay-type on school ground, but usually is not showed with people his age. Harper stops to get/put something in her locker, and Cash (that was walking behind, but not apparently planing to talk/interact with Harper), stops in his way for a second, try to get her attention ("Hey"). Once Harper looks at him, with no other reaction, he hesitad and then asks "You okay?". She stares at him for a second and answer "Fuck right off", which he processed to do (with his head down, he lowkey shrinks and look really hurt). Harper go back to her locker, but still looks to the direction that Cash went to check. Then she slams her locker shut and the scene cut.

Now let's analyze a 40-second scene, shall we?

This lives rent-free in my mind since I re-watched for the first time. To be fair, it is such a minor thing that by the time we find out Cash was there during Harper post-music-festival-trauma, I already forgot about the existence of this scene. The thing that stuck to me when I re-watched it, is that (if I am not misremembering things), outside being in the same general environment, Cash and Harper have 3 scenes together in season 1: this one, Harper+Amerie buying drugs from him before the music festival and the car scene.

Amused me a little that I never notice how little those 2 interacted when I am deeply aware of how little Malakai and Cash, or Quinni and Missy, interacted. Also, Cash literally don't say a word to Amerie in season 2 (which makes sense when you think of their last conversation in season 1), and I don't think Malakai and Sasha ever talked. Also, Ant and Darren are never in 3 meter of one another, when they literally gave each other hand jobs off-screen. For an assembly cast, these guys don't interact a lot with one another.

So, back to the subject: Harper (who have an addicted dad and because of that, if I am interpreting a handful of implications right, have a problem with/don't like drugs) knew of Cash just as most of the characters seem to, aka, as a drug dealer. She bought drugs from him. Then she woke up in a car, with people she might not even recognize and Cash, the drug dealer.

I am not giving my opinions in the car scene right now, but let me just say: only meaningful interaction she had with this man was he saving her life (or keeping her physical health and a bit of her emotional/mental health, depend on where you think that car was headed I guess) when the stars align to make it possible and not a singular second earlier. Actually, a few minutes later.

1 week after that, she is at school, and she knows he is there too. They see each other in the assembly. They might even see each other in a classroom before SLT. They surely saw each other during SLT. They do not even nodded at each other. He doesn't recognize that she is alive, but have her hair (that he saw someone pulling) shaved off. She doesn't recognize he is still there, even if that 2 out of the 3 other danger guys in that car know for a fact that Cash set her free. He doesn't recognize that she could get he in a lot of trouble (even if she does not have the proof to get he in jail for long), but she didn't it yet. She doesn't recognize that he could get in a lot of trouble for doing what he did, for saving her. He doesn't recognize that he is a big part of her trauma. She doesn't recognize that he exists. They don't recognize that neither of them had any idea if the other one was alive before today.

Until he sees her without company. She is in a very open public space, but she is also clearly alone. Just then he stops and look at her (up and down, she is there) his eyes wide open, his jaw kind of dropped, (she is alive) he stares at the back of her head, adjusting his grip in the backpack as to prepare himself for... something. After a breath, he says:

"Hey". The music dies without ever fading. The talking in the background remains.

What else there's to say? She turns to face him and stares (blank, is Harper actually there when she looks at Cash, her big blue eyes blank, the corner of her mouth pull down as they don't know what else to do, her hair not really buzzed, but also really shaved). He blinks at her. She realizes who he is, but doesn't answer. I love how, after a beat, she looks mad, in all the senses of the word. Harper is furious and going crazy at once, her posture is the one of a wild animal.

"You okay?" 2 words, nothing more. He cannot look at her face for more than a minute at a time. His eyes shift around so easily. She also cannot look at his face for a second there. She holds her locker door and look first at his neck and then to the ground before saying "Fuck right off". She finishes it looking at his face tho, she needs him to take it seriously. Harper doesn't have a particularly expressive face in most of the first season, but her voice tells us a bunch. She tries to look angry, but she just sound raw and tired. Her posture is tired too.

Cash immediately looks away from her, locks/clenches his jaw, and kind of turns his shoulders inside. It isn't the "I want to look smaller" look he has sometimes, but still isn't the perfect posture/broad shoulders/hypermasculine look that he cares most of the time that he isn't around Nan or Darren. Then he put his head down (looking at the floor and everything) and never talks directly to Harper again. Actually, he might avoid speaking in her presence in general.

Even in the second season, she speaks with him first.

She says "Fuck right off" and he does to an almost funny degree. Also: no shame to Harper, I would never want to see his face again (his presence in the school might have been enough to give me an anxiety attack, actually, even if he was my savior and I still didn't know he was still walking with the same group at that point). It is still noticeable, to me, that there were beats in between she noticing it was Cash and she asking him to go away, just enough time to give me the feeling that part of the problem lies in Cash's question.

"You okay?" WHAT DO YOU THINK MOTHERFUCKER?????????? WHY ARE YOU ASKING IT NOW????????? He will send her the video afterward, which means he had her number all along (or went out of his way to get it after months of not doing anything while she ignored his ass), but it doesn't seem like he ever sent a text to check if she was alive after the music festival. He didn't call her. He didn't go to her house (he was the address of Darren's dad's house, even if Darren clearly does not live there most of the time; where ever he found that, he could find Harper's address). He... He did not even think before stopping the girl he was invited to gang-rape, and the only thing his brain come up with at the moment was "you okay?"

Anyway, I am getting out of the tract to my point here. The facts are:

Harper did not know how to deal with this situation, as any other girl would if put in this situation, so she copes with it in harmful ways (and here the harm if to herself). She also was mad at a lot of people, some more justifiable than others, and did not know where to put all her pain and anger. Cash is a bit stupid about the aftermath (for lack of better word) of the car scene, and it has consequences for Harper that she doesn't deserve. He is also a deeply traumatize 18 year old.(Also, I don't think he could have helped before he did it, back in the music festival day. I fully believe that was his only opportunity to get her out of that situation, I need you guys that believe otherwise to explain it to me as if I am a toddler). This scene exemplifies all of it very well, to 40 seconds of screen.

A little fun fact: In my native language, the dialogue goes "Hi." "Are you good/fine?" "Dude, go fuck yourself" (or "Dude, fuck you", both are valid translations)

Let me know if there is any specific scene you want to read me yap about!

[andi-dromeda]

Olive didn't like to think much about her past. Well maybe that's not true. She did enjoy the memories of her parents before Calamity ruined everything. She especially enjoyed the memory of Sybil telling her their eyes were red because they were filled with love. She also could fondly remember most of her time at Gotham Academy. But there was always a black blob she liked to ignore. A man who stole her mother from her. A man who's supposedly so clever yet couldn't figure out Sybil was being possessed. A man who made every adult in her life spy on her and see her as a ticking time bomb. Batman was not someone she liked to remember. Unfortunately for her, he was everywhere. She could never be sure he wasn't spying on her from the shadows. She could never truly be free of the dark knight that followed her. He haunted her long after Calamity was exorcised. To say she didn't like bats was an understatement.

Olive lived in a dorm building on Gotham U campus. She shared a flat with Pomeline and thanks to Pom's mother, they'd gotten one of the nicer buildings with seperate rooms. It was modern, well, modern compared to everything else, and most importantly had easy to access roof. Olive liked to study up there. She'd dragged a few deck chairs up to the roof around the time she first moved in. Gotham was rarely quiet but up on the roof the noises of the city seemed distant and hushed. It was peaceful and a good place for her to work on her newest project, her costume. She'd been cast as Juliette for the drama department's most recent play and she happened to befriend an exhausted student in the costuming department, Sasha. She'd offered to sew her own costume if they bought her the materials and Sasha looked on the verge of tears she was so grateful.

Olive had been peacefully sewing, listening to a cover of "La Seine" when all of a sudden she felt it. She hadn't felt those kind of eyes on her in a while now but there was no mistaking it. A bat was watching her. She snapped her gaze to another building's roof and stared. Olive resisted the urge to roll her eyes in favour of keeping her glare on him. Then the white slits hidden amongst shadows moved forward. She saw they weren't from a black cowl but a red helmet. Her gaze softened and she raised an eyebrow. Red Hood grappled over and gracefully landed on her roof. He didn't move for a while so she kicked a chair toward him. He took the hint, sat down and finally spoke.

"I wasn't trying to find you."

"You weren't?" Olive questioned and he held his hand to his chest. The hand she'd felt a week ago. She wondered if he felt the same tingling sensation she did.

"Hood's honour. I was investigating rumours about Black Mask trying to use the campus canteen as place to hide some smuggled goods. Turns out the rumours were right but the goods was just a first edition copy of Adultolescence."

"The Gabbie Hanna book?"

"You know the author?" He pulled out the book, thumbed through the pages and stopped at a poem that just said 'link in bio'. "Is this code for something?"

"No, she's a youtuber. Its just a poetry book."

"Well I knew this was poetry, but why would Roman be into this?"

"Maybe he's a fan?"

"Unlikely. Is she-" He stopped on one page that had notes scribbled onto it in a cipher. Hood started jotting down possible translations on a note pad and Olive went back to her sewing. He seemed so engulfed in decoding the message, he'd completely forgotten she was there. She didn't mind though. The quiet was comfortable. Even more comfortable than it had been before. She finished the first part of the petticoat by the time Hood shot up in triumph. He folded the book and notes back into his jacket then noticed her project.

"You're hand stitching a peticoat?"

"I offered to make my own costume and I prefer to hand stitch then use a machine." She shrugged then quietly added, "my Mom taught me."

Hood crouched down in front of the skirt laid across her lap and examined it. She wondered what his face was doing but luckily his voice, though distorted by the filter in his hood, was still very expressive.

"She taught you well." He commented. "Your back stitch is really neat."

"Thank you." Olive smiled and rethreaded her needle. "We're not trying to make historically accurate costumes because we don't have the time, but I wanted to try bring some sort of accuracy into it you know? I thought making a petticoat and a corset would work and still be renaissance enough to make me happy."

"You like renaissance fashion?"

"I had a-" She paused trying to think of what to call Calamity. "-cousin, Amy, who was really into renaissance fashion. I like costumes and sewing."

"Cool." Hood nodded and pushed himself up to his full height. "Well, I better get back to vigilante shit."

"Taylor Swift?" Olive chuckled at the idea of the feared, brutal Red Hood listening to Midnights.

"The country girl?"

"She hasn't done country music in forever."

"Oh. What does she do now?"

"Mostly pop but she has good lyrics. You should check her out."

"I'll be sure to do that." Red Hood walked to the edge of the building, turned back to wave, before grappling away into the night. She watched the red dot disappear into the shadows of Gotham and turned back to the petticoat. She decided to turn in for the night and brought her stuff inside. She placed the petticoat on top of the red fabric she was going to use for the dress and flopped down on to her bed. Sasha had said they were going with the tradition of putting the Montegues in blue and the Capulets in red. Which worked out terrific for Olive, red was her favourite colour after all. The thought reminded her of the conversation she'd had with Red Hood. She'd been brain storming how to use the favour he owed her to get back at Batman but hadn't come up with anything good enough yet. Luckily, Hood didn't seem bothered by her taking a while so she still had a long time to think about it.

She checked over the boning she planned to use for the corset and started arranging the red fabric. Sasha had explained the symbolism of the colours. Blue and Red are considered opposites. Blue represents sadness which suits how Romeo starts out in the play. Red represents anger, love and passion which fit the Capulets perfectly. Almost everything they did was motivated by anger, love and passion. Olive figured the colour probably suited her then too. She wondered how well it fit Red Hood.

[moonshotsx]

10 for sashnetra pls 🫶

10. It’s been six months since we last saw each other and that’s all you can say?

take 2 because the first draft was deleted by tumblr

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Sasha didn't know why she walked up to Anetra's place, not after half a year since she'd broken up the poor man's heart.

It had been pouring all night, her flimsy jacket barely was able to keep her stage outfit from getting wet.

She already could tell her makeup had been ruined by the rain, making her look even more pathetic.

As she made her way up the stairs of Anetra's apartment complex, she noticed just how much hadn't changed.

The ceiling of the corridor where the younger man's apartment was still sported the same leak Anetra had been complaining about for a while.

The clicking of her heels echoed in the empty hallway just made it more obvious how late it was.

She knocked three times at the familiar door, silence falling back as she waited.

Would he still be awake? Maybe it had been a stupid idea to come over like this.

Moments later, her thoughts were answered when a buzz-cut Anetra appeared behind the door, looking very much half asleep.

"You cut your hair?" was the first thing she managed to let out before she could think it through.

Upon hearing her voice, it seemed that Anetra had finally fully registered who was in front of him.

His stance went from neutral to defensive in an instant, he frowned before replying.

"It’s been six months since we last saw each other and that’s all you can say?"

He sounded so tired and annoyed.

Sasha knew he had all the reasons to.

"I'm sorry... I-I just needed to see you, but maybe I should-"

"You're going to catch a cold if you don't get dried off," he sighed, "Just get in," he moved to the side and closed the door behind Sasha.

"You should take a shower, you know where everything is," he continued as he made his was to the sofa, "Take the bed, I'll be fine on the couch".

"Anetra, I-"

"Save it for tomorrow morning," he laid on the couch, putting one arm to cover his eyes.

Sasha stood there awkwardly for a few minutes before walking into the bathroom.

She quickly stripped herself of the drenched clothes and hopped into the shower.

As the hot water hit her skin, her tears flooded.

She had broken Anetra's heart, and yet he hadn't hesitated to let her in.

How could have she been so stupid to ruin what they had?

[summer-nights19]

Wings of freedom part 1- Moon song

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Levi Ackerman x fem! reader

(Side note: the reader is in her early 20s and Levi is his canon age)

"Hurry up, Y/N, or we'll be late!" Jean calls from outside your bedroom door. You stumbled up from your bed , still half asleep. The previous week, you had graduated from the cadets along with all of your peers, but, unlike the vast majority, you had decided to join the scouts. As soon as he learned this, Commander Erwin had given you a message from Captain Levi requesting that you join his squad.

"Sorry, what ?" you had asked, shocked- the Levi squad was known for having the most talented among the scouts, and while you were a "good soldier", you definitely weren't anything too extraordinary, like Mikasa, Annie or even Jean.

"He didn't elaborate when asked for details, but he was adamant that I ask you". Erwin had looked at you with a solemn expression on his face, but a clearness in his eyes that had made you think he knew something you didn't.

"So? Do you accept?" Of course, you had said yes- only a fool would have turned down that offer, so Erwin didn't seem surprised when you nodded at him. He had replied with a curt salute before escorting you to the door of his office.

That night, you had tried to recall all your interactions with the captain, aside from seeing him in the mess hall or corridors. He was usually silent, but had a watchful eye which always seemed to linger on you for a fraction of a second longer than on anything else. The first time you had talked to him properly was towards the last few months of your time as a cadet. You had gotten into the habit of spending a few hours training alone every day. At first, he would just stand nearby and watch you for a while, his expression impossible to read. On the first afternoon, you had gone up to him after you'd first noticed him watching.

"Hi Captain ! Is there anything I can do to help you?"

He glanced at you, his grey eyes calculating and just a hint of a smirk on his lips. However, when he finally spoke, his voice was as cold as you'd always expected it to be.

"No. Now get back to work. And hold those damn blades properly."

You frowned at him

"I am !" You held your arms out for him to see

He started walking towards you, and you were certain you were in for at least a telling off, if not one of his infamous cleaning punishments. Instead, when he finally reached you, he took your hand in his and started adjusting your fingers on the handle of the sword with unexpected gentleness. His hands were barely bigger than yours and cold to the touch. You could feel your face heat up.

"Thank you Captain" you stammered after he'd finished. He nodded curtly and walked off in the same direction he came from. You watched him until he disappeared.

Ever since that afternoon, you had always found a teabag and a few extra rations in the place you trained. A few times, you'd even found notes offering you advice on how to improve your techniques, or praising your Although you'd wanted to thank the Captain for this kindness, you saw so little of him that this had been impossible. But that was all going to change soon, apparently.

"Y/N! We're going to miss breakfast ! if you don't hurry up I'll drag you out of your room in your pyjamas !"Jean's shouting snaps you out of your reminiscing- you throw on your uniform, brush your hair and slip your boots on, before rushing out of the door.

"You sure took your sweet time," your other firend, Connie Springer, says

"You're one to talk. You literally just got here!" Jean reprimanded him. You were surprised at your friend's eagerness to stick up for you- normally, you bickered and picked fights.

"I guess Sasha isn't coming then?" You asked, interrupting Jean and Connie's argument.

"Yeah, she's ahead of us in the mess hall. She said she's try save us a table near the captain," Connie sent a smirk in your direction, causing you to roll your eyes

"It's not like that,"

"It's not ? Then why do you turn red whenever someone brings him up?"

Surprisingly, it was Jean who came to your rescue

"Cut it out bald ass, now let's go eat before the mess hall closes,"

Taken aback, you followed your friends to breakfast, the nerves you'd felt that morning completely forgotten as you laughed and chatted over the meager portions of food.

You didn't notice that a pair of eyes was lingering on you the entire time.

Masterlist

[melishade]

Number 45?

This ask game

Beloved Timeline. Elita finally getting some closure with the lives lost on the neutral ship, when the Survey Corps clear the neutral ship of scraplets.

CW grief.

"Alright!" Hanji exclaimed, "Let's get some samples and take it back to the walls with us!"

As the Survey Corps began to make their way out of the control room of the neutral ship, Eren noticed Elita just...standing there. She was as still as a statue, staring off into space. Eren took a small step forward, and used his titan form to tap Elita on the shoulder. The Cybertronian jolted and snapped her helm to him, and Eren quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"...sorry," she apologized. She glanced over at Optimus, who was telling something to Megatron and grimaced at the sight of the former warlord. Eren gestured to Elita, trying to ask her what was wrong, but it was just grunts and growls. Elita didn't seem too phased by Eren's inability to communicate.

"I need to request something of you," Elita began, causing Eren to raise an eyebrow in confusion, "I need you to tell Optimus that I will be remaining here for a few solar cycles." Elita noted Eren's stilled perplexed expression. "Days."

Eren gestured to Optimus, who gave a curt nod to Megatron as he took his leave.

"Optimus will try to convince me to either come with him, or remain by my side," Elita explained to Eren as a bitter expression crossed her face, "But this is something that I need to do alone for a time being. I will call him when I'm ready. Can you do that for me?"

Eren nodded his head, and Elita gave a small smile. She patted Eren's arm before walking past him. Optimus saw Elita leave the room, but was surprised when she walked in the opposite direction of the exit. Optimus was prepared to go after her, but Eren pulled himself out of his titan form, distracting the Prime.

"She said that she wanted to stay here for a few days," Eren explained before coughing. He pulled his arms out of his titan form, and Optimus quickly offered his servo, and the teen climbed in with ease.

"Did she specify why?" Optimus asked as he exited the room with Eren, looking down the hall Elita went down.

"She just said that she needed to do this on her own and she'll call you when she's ready," Eren explained.

Optimus stared ahead with concern, but the Prime's shoulders sagged, and he relented. He knew that Elita was a passenger on this ship, and this was no doubt the first time she's been inside for years since the crash. He had no idea how long she knew the crew, but he knew...she needed time alone. Optimus wordlessly turned and walked outside the ship to return to the Walls with the others.

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A few days later

"So...any idea when Elita is coming back?" Connie asked Eren.

"What? Why would I know?" Eren tried to feign innocence.

"Because Optimus trains you and Hanji experiments on you," Sasha retorted, "C'mon. You have to know something."

"Look! It's...it's not my business okay," Eren proclaimed. He still wasn't too sure how he felt about Elita, or what was going through her head. This type of thing was, or at least, it felt complicated for him. He didn't want to dwell on it too much.

"Still, hasn't it been twenty years since she crashed here?" Jean asked, "I'm not trying to be callous, I just feel like she might've...dealt with it?"

"Titans like Optimus live for a long time," Eren reminded, "A lot longer than us."

"Eren's right," Armin agreed, "Twenty years for us is like a few months for them."

"And...who knows what she's been through during that time...all alone," Mikasa lamented.

Jean crossed his arms at that. "Guess you guys are right."

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Optimus, in holoform, equipped the thunder spear to the handle of the 3D gear. Hanji and Levi watched from the sides as he aimed the weapon at the tree trunk. As Optimus was prepared to pull the trigger, he paused and heard his comm. link. turn on. Hanji raised an eyebrow in confusion as Optimus didn't fire the weapon. The new Commander then jolted when Optimus suddenly fired. The thunder spear connected and destroyed the tree trunk, taking some of the roots along with it.

Optimus then set the handle of the 3D gear on the table. "I must return to the neutral ship."

"O-okay!" Hanji stumbled with her wording as Optimus deactivated the holoform. The two could only watch as Optimus drove north towards the Wall's gate.

"Well, at least the weapon worked," Hanji remarked.

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Once Optimus passed through the gate in Wall Maria, he drove as fast as he could to the neutral ship. It felt like it was taking forever to reach the ship, but in reality, it only took about a few hours. When Optimus arrived and transformed into his bipedal mode, he saw Elita sitting outside, staring at a fire of her own creation. Surrounding that fire were six items that he couldn't recognize. He assumed that they were personal belongings, but they were chew beyond repair by the scraplets.

Elita careened her helm to the Prime and gave a bitter smile. "Hello, Optimus."

Optimus gestured to the other side of the fire across from her. "May I sit?"

Elita nodded, and the Prime sat on the ground, right across from her. Silence was the only thing present between the two, the only noise was the crackling of the fire in front of them.

"...How do you feel?" Optimus asked her.

Elita rested her face on her servo. "Guilty. I...might have caused more damage in that ship and smashed some of those scraplets into powder. Nothing too important. I just...needed a moment to process."

"Elita..." Optimus wasn't sure on what to say in this situation. The guilt she carried must have been immense, and after all this time.

"I asked them. I begged them to help me find the Autobots." Elita stared at the fire, "They had saved my life, and I continued to ask so much more than what they wanted. They had finally agreed to help me, and when the time came to help them...I could do nothing."

Elita picked up one of the items she had carefully laid around the fire. "It is a debt I can never repay."

"...oh, love," Optimus whispered.

Elita saw Optimus staring at her with sorrow and set the item down. "It was not your fault."

"And it was neither yours," Optimus reasoned.

"...I cannot help but feel as though it is," Elita proclaimed, "I was not there for them, like I was not there for you."

"You survived," Optimus retorted, "You are alive, and now you have an opportunity to keep their memories alive."

"...our planet lives, does it not?" Elita asked him.

"Yes," Optimus answered.

"And the Well is active once more?"

"Yes."

"...then at the very least, that provides me with some comfort," Elita proclaimed, "Those sparks have a chance to start anew on a free world."

"They do," Optimus agreed.

Elita stared at Optimus for a moment before sliding over to create more room for him. She patted the dirt, and the Prime seemed to light up at that. He got up and sat right next to his love, and Elita leaned her body against his massive frame.

"Optimus," Elita began, "Your human allies are...odd, and I am still quite uneasy about them. But I would like to thank them when I return with you."

"You do?" Optimus was a little surprised at the proclamation.

"It's because of them, that I've been able to return to the neutral ship," Elita explained, "I've tried for years, and I have the scars to prove it, but...they helped me gain some of the closure that I needed. I am grateful for that."

Optimus smiled at that. "I am sure they would be delighted to hear."

Elita turned her attention up to the sky and remembered...all the time she was alone. All the loss, guilt, and suffering she had endured; it still burdened her spark. It was still something that she had to carry with her. She glanced at the items around the fire and sagged. They had risked their lives for her. They were brave and strong, reflecting what an Autobot should be.

They had given their lives for her, and so, she was going to honor them in any and every way she knew how. She owed them that much.

(Been kinda sad and tired lately. TBH. Guess it helps with content. *Self-deprecating laugh.* But yeah, Elita would feel definite guilt about not saving the people that save her life and need time to actually accept it. But she's definitely going to take the items that belonged to the people on the neutral ship and turn it into a new weapon. Anyway, you guys are more than welcome to ask me stuff from that list up above.)

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

On Repeat tag game

Tagged by @rocketturtle4 💜 Thank you very much! 🥰

The game: Put your Spotify On Repeat (if you don't know where to find it, just search for "on repeat" and voilà, there it is) playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 songs!

I really like the first ten songs on the list, but I am going to shuffle it... Some songs really surprised me, because I rarely listen to them... But here we go... What a nice activity for a sunday afternoon ☕ (And I hadn't any idea that this feature of a repeat list existed until now... I love it! Such a good mix for my ears!)

1. Be with you by Ateez

I love Ateez and especially their calmer songs. This is such a blessing for my ears. These boys are talented and not just Jongho with this incredible voice. I love San's voice. It has a vibe I really like! But I am a little bit surprised that this song made it to the list, I haven't listen to it in quite a while... ot mad though.

2. Hard by SHINee

I must admit, I haven't had SHINee on my radar until Hard. I don't know why... I new some songs, but it wasn't something special to me. And then came Hard 😅 I saw some live videos of them and fell hard...

3. Komet by Udo Lindenberg and Apache207

This is a collaboration I didn't see coming and never knew I needed! Apache207 is usually not my kind of music (Udo also not my regular music taste), but this song... damn I love it! I don't know why, but the beat is just so good and the lyrics are perfect! I could listen (and have) to this on repeat for hours. Just a feel good music especially when driving (doesn't matter what transportation). It is just a song while listening to it you want to look through a window and just think about your life or you want to turn up the volume and sing along!

4. Chemical by Post Malone

This song is on a playlist I listen to a lot lately... I didn't notice I listen to it that often. It is quite nice, but nothing I would search for activley to listen to. But a good song. I don't skip it, when it is on.

5. Cardigan by Tayler Swift

Another song I wouldn't think it would come up here 😅 I never was a Swifty, but lately I catch myself listening to her songs and sing along and liking her stuff. And whenever this song comes up, I do play it a second time. It has such a flow that my brain wants to listen to it longer. And it is such a song for autumn... I mean... it just has a autumn vibe... I see rain and darkness and a blanket on a couch when I listen to this song.

6. Older by Sasha Alex Sloan

You know these songs you listen to, but you have no clue how you ended up with it on your playlist? This is one of those songs for me. Guess I was very emotional when I put it on one of my playlists... This song just hits differently... the lyrics are chef's kiss and feel like they've been carved out of my own brain... Damn, my music is kind of an emotional dumbster fire rigt now... just as my emotions are 💃

7. In The Stars by Benson Boone

Yeah... speaking o about emotions... I have some days of thinking about life and stuff behind me... I love this song, especially when he sings together with the choir. Sometimes I just need music, that I can relate to. I love K-Pop, but it is nice to just understand what you are listen to without the need of a translation and just to feel the lyrics.

8. Still Fighting by LUCY

I love LUCY. Their songs are always a blast for my ears and my brain. It is one of the bands I wish I could see live. They have such a great stage perfomance and energy. And there is so much power in the voice! I can get lost in it and the melody and everything...

9. Halley's Comet by Oneus

I am a huge Oneus fan. They have a specialty for building up their chorus and bridge. Their songs just give me eargasms and I am addicted to them! I have to close my eyes and feel their music with my whole body. This might be a little it strange when I am outside but at some age you just don't care anymore what people think about you 😅

10. Bite Me by Enhypen

This song had me with the very first second. The beginning of it is just so good! There are parts of the song I don't like that much, but overall this is a really good song. And yes, I sing along even though I have no clue what I am singing and yes, it sounds awful! My collegues at work would confirm this...

Well, these are my 10 shuffle-songs from my On Repeat playlist. I just listen to it now and give myself to the strange mix of "What was I made for" and "Ring Ding Dong"...

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