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[gotchibam]

Commissioned piece for @sinelanguage! 😼🔪

[obsesssedblerd]

okay, now that i'm fully recovered from my procedure last month, here's what i'm going to be working on over the next few weeks just so you all can get an idea. in no particular order. as you can see, i have a TON to catch up on.

[as a reminder, requests for fics and smaus are CLOSED]

pt. 5 of my most recent smau series

finishing the jealous ex smau series.

pt. 5 of "who's your new teacher?"

catching up on the smutty prompt fills.

pt. 2 of roommate! choso

once i feel caught up enough, i'll lock in on dad-who-stepped-up satoru and shiu fics 🥰

[lxvi-gloria]

Drabble Prompt: Post-canon Levi, struggling with chronic pain and mourning his dead loved ones, being visited by his still alive loved ones

Anon, you knew how to talk pretty to me <3

hihi requests are still open btw

I feel like I gotta put a disclaimer or something lmao. So, the length of my drabble requests is usually something between 100-400 words. This request is just an incredibly unexpected exception. it just happened to fit into this idea I already had been thinking of, which was how the remaining 104th would ask Levi to be part of important events in their lives because well, they like the dude lmao, so expect that sort of one-shot soon. Additionally, since I kept reminding myself that this was supposed to be a drabble, I might have glossed over the chronic pain and mourning bits so I'm sorry about that ;;

that being said, 2.4k words of Levi and Gabi be upon ye <3

Now on Ao3!

The angry hissing of the kettle makes him flinch. It brings a loud ringing to his right ear. Instinctively, he places his right hand over it, and gives his ear a couple of gentle taps; it's more of a grounding gesture, a distraction from the buzzing. He usually keeps watch over the kettle, so that he can lower the heat just right before it gets a chance to scream at him. 

He realises then that he must have spaced out while waiting. It’s alright, he thinks. It’s been like that a lot, recently. He’s been like that. Lost in thought-- lost in time, if he allowed himself to be precise. The last days, weeks even, as the temperatures started to drop, blended into each other. There’s a little calendar on his bedside table, it had been a birthday gift from Armin – or had that been Mikasa’s? He isn’t sure, he had received an absurd number of presents from the kids last year, it had been hard to keep track of who gave him what and now the fact escaped him. Turning the pages of the little calendar, with its delicate botanical illustrations on each day, quickly became part of his morning routine, and so he was sure that time was passing at all. The stillness of the routine, he guesses, made him like this.

His vision blurs momentarily while he scoops the tea leaves into the teapot. He squints, trying to will his good eye to focus, but all he gets in return is a throb in his right eye. After putting the tea canister away, he presses the inner sides of his wrists to both eyes, placing just enough pressure to relieve the discomfort. When he opens his eyes again, he is pleased to find he can read the small print on the canister an arm’s length away. 

There’s a loud slam coming from the front of the house, followed by footsteps coming further into the house.

He quickly recognizes the heavy stomping as Gabi’s gait. She’s always been so loud.

Gabi crosses the arch into the small kitchen and dining area. 

“Don’t slam my doors,” he says as a greeting, slowly turning his head to his left side, trying to catch a glimpse of her in his periphery.

“Aye, aye,” the kid waves her hand, shoots him a teasing grin, “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Levi hums in response but doesn’t say anything else. He busies himself with placing everything they need for their morning tea and coffee on a metal tray on the counter, which Gabi takes from him as soon as it’s ready and sets it on the table.

He grabs his cane from where he had hooked it on one of the kitchen drawers. He has been leaning against the counter, his right leg supporting most of his weight all this time. He braces himself for the sharp pain that will surely surge from his bad knee, through his left hip and up his spine. Cold mornings like this one and being still in one place for long will do that to him. It’s not so bad. It could be worse.

It takes 4 steps to get from the stove to his chair, which Gabi has already pulled out for him. It sits at an angle that allows him to easily slide down on it and rest his right elbow on top of the table, leaning back and against his good side.

“I have something that will cheer you up,” she holds a couple of envelopes in her hand and waves them at him, “You’ve got mail!”

He nods at her in acknowledgement but does not take his attention away from preparing his first batch of tea of the day. There’s a ritual to it, it almost feels like, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. Not when the ringing in his ear is still there, the building pressure in the upper back part of his eyeballs, and the cold air seeping into his bones through his thick jumper. Oh, how he needs a good cup of tea right now.

While Levi waits for it to steep, he grabs the papers that she had shoved in his face, squints his eyes at the first envelope and finds that he is unable to make out much of the handwriting. He brings it closer to his face, squints harder, steals a quick glance across the table and hopes Gabi isn’t paying him any mind, too preoccupied with choosing from the bag of pastries she brought with her. It is with an impassive expression that he hands the stack of envelopes back. 

“Read it for me.” A beat and then he adds, a little reluctant: “Please.”

He knows Gabi prefers coffee in the mornings, and black tea in the evenings, so he makes sure to have a fresh brew of the former whenever he knows she’s coming over; so, with shaky hands, Levi gets to prepare her cup of coffee. While he enjoys the aroma of it, he remains faithful to tea; at first, he thought he didn’t like it because he had butchered his first attempts at brewing it. But even after Onyankopon had taught him how to do it properly and he had enjoyed his cup, it didn’t bring the same comfort as tea. It just never hit the spot.

She shoots him a mischievous grin, “Oh, you sure? What if I read something personal, hm?” 

Levi just shakes his head, scoffing at the idea of Gabi finding his junk mail fascinating.

“Is this how I find out you have a secret lover you’re exchanging raunchy love letters with?” Gabi teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

He lets out a tired sigh and rolls his eyes, “just wanna be done with it, ” he stirs the milk into Gabi’s coffee, which now has turned into a cup of milk with coffee. “We have a lot to prepare for tonight.”

She clicks her tongue at him, but still rips the first envelope open, “Mr. Levi, your reading won’t improve if you keep doing that,” she jokingly scolds him.

Although Levi mentally recognises handing her and Falco stuff he couldn’t be bothered reading before, that’s not the case this time. He’ll let her think that for now, though, because he doesn’t want to mention the pressure building in the back of his bad eye, it’s not important and she, a kid, doesn’t need to know his newly found ailment of the week. He can see just fine around him right now. He can see Gabi’s big eyes and playful smile at the other side of the table, and that’s good enough; smaller details, he doesn’t feel he can do them, not without making himself go dizzy with a migraine.

Levi slides the cup of coffee to her and is pleased with himself when she approves of the colour of her drink.

“It’s from Armin,” she announces as she scans the letter. 

From this angle, the soft morning light illuminating her face and thanks to his faulty vision, Gabi’s image stirs his memory. His heart faintly constricts as he is reminded of the many times Hange read their research reports to him during breakfast in the mess hall before presenting them to Erwin. Levi always wondered how they could read so fast, sometimes he even doubted they were actually reading at all, their words barely being able to catch up with her eyes; he never asked about it, maybe reading came easy to them as numbers did to him.

A high-pitched squeal from Gabi startles him, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Oh… ohh, Mr. Levi,” she starts, her smile widening by the second “This is good news!”

Gabi makes a show of clearing her throat and then starts reading “Dear Captain, I hope this letter finds you well and in good health.” 

Levi can’t help but let a sardonic huff at the irony of the greetings but doesn’t let himself be bothered by it. He has written only a handful of personal letters throughout his life, and by now he knows it’s just something you’re supposed to say because jumping straight to the point isn’t acceptable, or so that’s what he had been told. 

Gabi continues reading Armin’s words to him. For the most part, it’s a standard letter coming from him: he asks Levi how he’s dealing with the changing of the seasons, how Gabi and Falco are faring, if business at the tea shop has been good, if there’s anything Levi needs that he can’t get in town so that Armin or the others can get it for him. He tells him a little about the country he’s writing from, he even includes a photograph. Then, after the expected pleasantries, Gabi can barely hold her excitement and starts reading faster, trying so hard not to trip over her words.

“If I’m being sincere, we would prefer to ask you in person,” Gabi stops for a second to look up at him from the paper, gauging for a reaction and finding nothing, she continues. 

Armin apologises for not being able to visit him before the holidays, Annie included, and so it is implied that he won’t be attending tonight’s reunion. 

Sometime during the last five years, the Alliance brats had decided to make showing up at Levi’s doorstep together once a year a sort of custom; the first time it happened was during an early winter, a blizzard had stopped them from leaving Levi’s until the next morning. It had been a really nice evening despite the awful weather, Levi remembers, after everyone pitched in one way or another, they all shared a simple but hearty meal together. It was Connie who jokingly said they should do it every year. The following year, Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco joined them. 

This year would be their fourth, and the first someone wouldn’t make it. That fact sits heavily in Levi’s chest, stealing the spotlight from his throbbing eye.

“...Annie and I have decided to get married. The both of us would like you to officiate our ceremony!” unable to contain her excitement, she tears her eyes away from the paper and looks at Levi. “Huh?! This is good news! What’s with the constipated face?!”

That doesn’t sound right. It figures that Annie and Armin would be the first to marry; in a way, he is happy for them, they clearly care for each other. No, that part is easy to understand. Their union is logical to anyone who knows the couple. What Levi can’t figure out is why they are asking him such a thing.

He clears his throat, assumes it’s been 3 minutes and his tea is ready to be poured and so he distracts himself with that.

When he doesn’t answer Gabi, she picks up where she left off. 

He isn’t… well, he isn’t that close to either of them. He’s sure Annie must have other relatives that could step in his stead. Maybe a brother, a cousin. Even Jean or Reiner would be better options than Levi. He isn’t good with words or people like they are, he couldn’t possibly give them a speech about something foreign to him as it is that kind of love, that’s what people expect, right? His title of Captain is obsolete in this new world, so it can’t be that either. Hell, he has never been to a fucking wedding. 

Just… why him?

As expected, Armin doesn’t really go into the details of their choice but does let Levi know they do not expect a fast answer and that they do not want him to feel pressured to accept it, despite how much it would mean to them if he did. Armin asks if there’s anything in particular that he would like for his birthday, as it is a month away, and closes the letter by saying he looks forward to seeing him and everyone then.

When the letter is closed and put back into its envelope, silence falls around them. For a moment the only sound that can be heard is the clinking of tableware as Levi places the teacup back on its saucer.

It bothers him, that he knows he will be letting Armin down by refusing something that any other well-adapted person would consider an honour. But the thought of embarrassing him and himself, because he gave an awkward, most likely insensitive, speech, mortifies him. No, he can’t put them and their guests through that. He will find a way to make it up to the couple, maybe he can… he doesn’t know yet, but he will come up with something.

As he finishes his first cup, Levi realises that at some point while he was lost in thought, the ringing in his ear has subsided and now it’s back to that muffled, cotton-in-ear sensation he’s used to and he doesn’t feel his eyeball pulsating anymore. Glancing at Gabi, he notices she is trying really hard not to say something, her brow furrowed as she takes a sip of her own drink, followed by a big bite of her pastry. Flakes stick to the corner of her mouth and for once it doesn’t disgust him. Instead, it makes his lips twitch as if going into a smile.

“I can help you... if you want,” she says eventually, sounding uncharacteristically careful and small of her.

Levi quirks an eyebrow “Help? with what?” 

She shrugs, “How to… tell them you don’t want to,” she avoids looking at him for the first time, finding the flakes on her plate more interesting. She shrugs again and tilts her head to the side, a thin line of a smile appearing on her face. “...or prepare for the ceremony.”

Not unlike many times before, Gabi’s words render him speechless, if only for a moment. He spares his tea a glance and he thinks: it’s bold of her to be so upfront about offering her help to him, and had it been any other morning, one where he couldn’t think past the constant ache in his body, he would’ve chewed her head off for simply trying to help him because he himself doesn’t know how to accept that kindness.

This kid is trying her best and he can’t help but feel somewhat proud of that.

“You have shit on your face. Here,” he points to where the flakes would sit on his own face and picks his refilled teacup back up.

Gabi quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting most of the flakes off. Levi gives her a thumbs-up with his free hand.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally concedes and tries to ignore the little happy dance she does in her seat.

This time, when the amber liquid touches his lips, it’s remarkably sweeter than before.

[zariyen]

i've opened up preorders for my twst gashapon charms! preorder period will end on the 16th of May, and be shipped out approx. late May/early June! 🥺

Etsy

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[simpingforstardew]

drafts i want to finish this weekend:

harvey smut

sebastian x transmasc!reader

misty chapter 4

emily x sick!reader headcanons

[okmcintyre]

If We're Here (for the Rest of Our Lives) by twosuns

My Bellarke Secret Santa gift for @writetheniteaway 💙

Wishing you a very, very happy New Year!! Hope you enjoy reading this one & tysm for the prompt!

Written for #bellarkegifts2023, prompt of: "PTSD/nightmares/injuries... any of that sweet sweet angst". I took THE MOST angsty storyline and flipped it to a version that I hope y'all will enjoy. Bellamy + Clarke + stuck on a planet together, probably to die there. They both have a hard time with it.

Big thanks to @bellarke-events for organizing this great event! Fandom has gifted us so much fanfic to catch up on 🤩💕☺️🎉

[wisheswagered]

Evelyn's gaze is as sharp as a hawk's as she observes the suspicious man before her. But as sharp as it is, it's also equally as subtle - to the point where an ordinary person might not be able to tell she was studying them at all. Of course, Evelyn gets the impression that this man is far from ordinary...

"Don't you think that outfit you're wearing is taking things a little too far?" She greets him with a somewhat-sarcastic question - the bandages aren't exactly subtle. Still, there's a tension in the room that she's sure both parties are aware of... which is to be expected, when Evelyn still doesn't remember how she ended up in this manor at all.

Is he the culprit, or is he another victim? That's the first thing this "Faro Lady" needs to figure out.

"...Hmm, I suppose that was rather rude of me. Please accept my apologies... and let me ask another question instead. Who might you be?"

@kllsworn ( starter! )

[em0gw0rl]

hey so i'm:

back

better than ever

hello

[coollyinterferes]

Joseph is just going to give his dear old Uncle a great big hug for the coming winter months. Not only that but a beaming smile too as he laughs proudly and totally did NOT plant a sticky note on Speedwagon's back saying he's the best uncle in the world.

unprompted asks 【always accepting】 @gazelessmenagerie

The silent hug from Joseph is welcomed by the old man with literal open arms. Speedwagon hugs the younger and much taller male back, giving him a wholehearted hug that rivals Joseph's in warmth too. It's mindblowing how tall his dear Joseph has gotten over the last few years! Despite not being much like his grandfather in regards to overall personality, Joseph definitely has Jonathan's genes and it shows. It's not that Robert hadn't noticed how tall Joseph had grown, because he did, it's just that it always becomes a lot more evident when they share a moment like this.

"That was really sweet, Jojo." Robert says with a smile that reflects that fondness he has for the youngest Joestar. One of his hands goes to pat the top of Joseph's head, ruffling the young man's hair just a little, fondly, like he always would when Jojo was little and the two spent hours playing together or reading comics and stories about fantastic heroes,and so on.

"I really appreciate it. Thank you, dearest."

[divinelght]

☀️

[juicezone]

👉👈 little art request...could you draw copper king pixlriffs for me maybe? group hug with the cod alliance or maybe just being silly with fwhip?

It's a group hug! (Sort of!) More like family picture vibes where the two kids are arguing while the parents are pretending nothings happening <3

[hearthtales]

Nettie had never met someone who matched her bubbly energy, someone eager to join her in every game. Needless to say, the child was thrilled. She giggled when Nightshade bounced as well.

Then— a snap of fingers and a ripple of magic. Both kids’ eyes widened as the room tidied itself, and a little “ohhhh” of wonder escaped Nettie despite her disappointment at the fort’s disappearance. If it were up to her, she’d never take the fort down. She turned to Bran, curious. “Why doesn’t Maude do that?”

The boy shrugged. “She used to, sometimes. Then she stopped.” Gruff, who had trotted away to pursue a pillow, padded back to Bran’s side. Bran scratched the dog’s neck. “Guess she likes cleaning too much.”

Nettie invited Bran to join them in their games, but Bran politely declined, claiming he wanted to finish assembling the puzzle. Gruff stayed behind as well.

Nettie took Nightshade’s hand and led her toward her room, humming a cheery little tune. “Can I braid your hair, too?” she asked along the way, glancing up at Nightshade with admiration. “It’s so pretty.”

Nettie's elation was so contagious, even Nightshade forgot that it had just been raining outside. As much as she enjoyed jumping in puddles and making mud-pies as any other kid would, they couldn't risk Nettie catching a cold! Not right when things were just starting to get fun!

"That all sounds peachy keen!" exclaimed Nightshade, clasping her hands together. Fortunate for Nettie, Nightshade made a solid playmate; she had just as much energy as her and all the time and attention to spare. "We can do all three! I'd love to see your room! An' I might not be as good an artist as you, but I know some doodle games we can play too!" she suggested, matching Nettie's bounce.

"Oh, but first - we probably shouldn't leave the room like this!" With a snap of her fingers, their makeshift fort cleaned up after themselves. The pillows were fluffed and put back into their proper places. The quilts folded themselves and settled back onto the nearby seats. "There! That's better~"

[likesouvenirs]

it was a day of disasters. one after another, after another.

first, his alarm didn’t go off ( …or he snoozed and had no recollection of it ). then, breakfast was burned as he was stuck in a daydream of lying on a beach back home. after that, the man felt in his bones that this was just going to be that kind of day.

//

leaning his hip against the counter, illuminated by cool overhead lights, heath was in a trance. the sounds of an alarm was distant — a warning to stay where he was until the lights and beeps ceased.

heath was waiting for a blood splatter on a ceramic square to do something. anything. with the combination of impatience with this slow moving test, and the irritation from the incessant alarm, heath couldn’t help but drop his head in near defeat.

breathe in. breathe out. another voice appeared in his head and spoke.

‘ hey, look at me, it’s not that bad. ‘ that wasn’t in his head.

a twitch of a small grin threatened to break his solemn demeanor as his nose confirmed that it was @analyticallyminded who spoke, smelling distinctly like vanilla and berries.

“oh no, a lockdown is totally the most normal thing i’ve been through,” sarcasm dripped. shoulders lifted into a shrug as he stood up straight and away from the counter, his lower back making a cracking noise. swallowing, eyes bounced between the stationary blood and jemma next to him. she wasn’t wrong. they were safe, they were able to continue with their day for the most part — this was just something they had to ride out.

exhaling a breath from his chest, heath turned to face her. “whatever would i do without you, jemma simmons?”

[abyssurvived]

holden from @cultfic liked for a starter! ( accepting! )

          ivy can’t tell you the last time she found herself involved in something so mundane—- it’s almost funny, the well learnt script already rattling off in her mind, promises and reassurances that "of course a human can do this, we’ve seen worse!" on the very tip of her tongue that breath almost evades her when pools of earthy greens finally meet the very thing she had been so prepared for. it’s gruesome, still plucks on that tiny thread of instinct that sends goosebumps to prickle across suit adorned flesh, but not near the sight blend had expected—- the blood drowning the grout & staining the once magnolia-white walls are, but the cause of such gore is… mundane. too mundane. 

         dry swallow is forced down coffee-burnt throat, blend thankful for the smeared peppermint oil stinging her cupid’s bow. all at once, hunter turned investigator is whisked out of her frame, ivy donning the same human-suit she’s sewn throughout her times in the bureau; shoulder remain tensed despite the relief so heavy on her limbs she almost sags, exhale of breath forced through teeth to impersonate someone tired of seeing the same thing over & over again, shaking hand running over her scalp and down her ponytail in a self sooth ( the one action that sings true ), with knees & thighs protesting the sudden shift in her weight, blend lowers to get herself closer and examine—- earthy greens flutter over the face, taking in the ichor-crusted scalp, the splatter of saliva crusted against gaping mouth, but never meeting the eyes—- ( the eyes are winda’s t’the soul ) before head is twisted, words spoken to the corpse but directed to fellow investigator. 

          ❛ —-s’what we sayin’ baby blues, jealous baby mama or delusional ex?  ❜

[hopefulhaunted]

Juzo grits his teeth and glares at the girl before him, as if he's hoping the anger he feels will somehow stop the pounding of his heart in his chest.

He knows, logically, that she's not done anything wrong yet. With everything he's learned, the existence of the brainwashing videos and Yukizome's own turn to despair - it's possible that even those kid's despair wasn't actually what it seemed. But it's too soon to declare them innocent, either.

And anyway... he doesn't think he'll ever stop hating them.

"What do you want?" he spits out the words, feeling sick with rage. Even though he knows that this might be a good chance to get some information, to do anything but let his emotions take over... he can't seem to control himself. It's always been that way with him.

"I'm a busy man. You'd better make it quick."

@hopeds ( starter for hiyoko! )

[steaksex]

hey jsyk i dont want you to feel like you have to respond or anything btw okay? if you just dont wanna do anything you can just lmk!! i want to respect you and your space! you dont even have to post this if you cant think of a reply i just want you to know im super okay with you saying no -🐾

DW AT ALL!!!!! youre good!!! My issue with the other stuff was A) older people, i dont super trust an older person going after an eighteen year old, B) the guy was self described as cis and C) didnt work up to it, didnt meet me halfway, and also had a clear misunderstanding of anatomy. And then that sorta spiraled into another person trying to get me to dom them without any preamble which isnt really my bag.

With you, you sent me a few messages, assigned yourself an emoji, is trans and on the same wavelength, and also dont push it when i say somethins enough. The fact that youre sayin this at all gices me confidence that i can trust you and i appreciate it a lot!!! Ty for your patience!!