#chat; marley

[sashaxjones]

closed starter for: @marleyxmadden location: the village

Disdain was written into the way her features contorted in mild disgust ever so slightly. The first time she'd have pizza in a year and now this. Her back had already been turned to the food truck and Sasha had half a mind to seek out a minor act of revenge. Instead, she sighed and looked at the slice of pizza she held with her left hand, as her right held onto Doc's leash. Instead, she lingered in her spot for a moment longer. No. She would not return to the foodtruck. She could have noticed sooner, that she'd been given a thing, very different to what she'd ordered. "Do you think pineapple belongs on pizza?" She inquired, looking over to the woman standing to her left. "Please, be honest."

[a-christmas-carol-from-hr]

"The world is on the verge of new and great changes, Mr. Scrooge. Some of them, of necessity, will be violent. Do you agree?" "I think the world is becoming a very hard and cruel place, Mr. Marley. One must steel oneself to survive it. Not be crushed under with the weak and the infirm."

[luriddaze]

@blindspct // continued from here.

"i'm also super happy with the way things are going for us, and i'm already planning our future. could you see yourself being my wife one day? i know marriage isn't for everyone..." she couldn't help but ask out of curiosity. bianca herself didn't ever think she'd be the marriage type, but falling for marley changed things for her. she wanted the whole white picket fence with a wife and kids one day, and she hoped that would be appealing to her girlfriend. "of course, babe. you've always been the most beautiful and sexy woman i've known, even before everything unfolded with us." the attraction was always there, for sure. bianca grinned at marley's next words, nodding in agreement. "you're right, so no sleeping on my watch. i'll kiss you awake if i have to."

[risingsunresistance]

also here's grey and marley hehe

[dykeyote]

PLEASE TALK ABOUT YVONNE !!!! ifeel like i barely know her character

@acollectionofcuriousreblogs HEAHEHEHE YES WIN okay so this will moooatly be abt specificlaly yvonne and her friendship with jedidiah . id love to analyze yvonne on her own but its a little difficult at the moment with the material given to us (mayfield please give yvonne stuff to do outside of interact w her male friends im begging) so i have to analyze them thru the lens of their dynamic w jedidiah . but it will go into a lot of what that Reveals abt yvonne as a person also (: and what i think they have in common!! so so basically i think an underrepresented aspect of yvonnes charavter is that theyr .... pretty much the Only person besides sydney to expressly convey that she Misses jedidiah . and that she wants to spend more time with him . yes him and joshua seemed to have been maybe-friends (although they both have a kinda noticable disdain for each other and joshua says jeddie hated him so idk) as well but theres a clear difference marked between their investment in this, exemplified by lines like

this interaction, which carries the weight that while joshua wants to help Sydney, yvonne Specifically is the one that wants to help jedidiah . theres a clear contrast in the phrasing used - joshua's desire to help sydney is emphasized, and yvonnes desire to help jedidiah is a separate one that is emphasized separately. another example of this would be the fact that yvonnes college story is a story about Jedidiah, and joshua's attempts to relate to jedidiah (referencing how he used to be sydneys roommate, as well as the hotdog story) are both stories about Sydney. yes, joshua is trying to reach out to jedidiah as well, but there is a clear implication created in multiple ways that yvonne is significantly closer to him. which means a Lot when the amount of people who are significantly close to jedidiah is Slim. and again, most of the emotional moments of connection that attempt to bring jedidiah out of his shell are from yvonne also:

as well as her being as far as im aware . the Only person besides sydney Ever to express a desire to be with jedidiah more and be friends with him in the present tense, and imply that she misses him:

again, this contrast between joshua and yvonnes level of closeness with jedidiah is drawn!! yvonne says we are worried about you, but i like chatting to you. i want to do it more. which is fascinating!! why do we not talk abt this more!! jedidiahs avoidance doesnt only hurt sydney, it hurts yvonne as well - we know that its been bothering them all summer, and theyve been talking to joshua about it:

WHICH IS SOMETHING THAT IS ABLE TO GET THROUGH TO JEDIDIAH!!!!!! i think jedidiah analyses need to analyze his relationship to yvonne more genuinely . yvonne talking to jedidiah and telling him that hes hurting them is Able to get through to him to some small degree, gets him to acknowledge his behavior - i think that speaks a lot to how much their relationship stands strong, because again, like yvonne says, jedidiah does not like confiding in anyone.

and speaking of confiding!! jedidiah does the Most emotional soulbaring in this episode to yvonne (and joshua yeah but again ive shown earlier that the emphasis is a lot less on joshuas friendship) than he does to Anyone besides sydney or his mother. jedidiah talks about Deep rooted feelings that he feels horrible about having with them. Jedidiah Talks About Things He Feels Guilty About. that goes against so much of what weve seen of his character!!!! so much of jedidiahs time is spent avoiding confronting his guilt, avoiding confiding in anyone, locking himself and his emotions away - i think jeddie opening up in this scene speaks Volumes to how much his friendship with yvonne means to him, i really do think that. the fact that jeddie and yvonne arent listed on each others relationship sections in the wiki is a Crime but i digress - they clearly care about each other

but Why . this is a lot of shit about their friendship Now, but why do they feel so close to each other? what brings them together? yvonnes dedication to hanging out with jedidiah and bringing him out of his shell abd worrying about him is a pattern of behavior:

which we know from this scene here - yvonne has wanted to be close and have fun and hang out with jedidiah since college, this isnt a situation where shes just worried about a guy she knew in college being weird - they have Always liked jedidiah and wanted to hang out with him. they genuinely like yhe guy!!!!! i keep reemphasizing this but i feel like their friendship is really underanalyzed.

but again . that doesnt explain Why theyr friends . this is a lot less evidence based and a lot more me interpreting yvonnes character in my silly little brain, but i think it largely comes from the fact that theyre Similar and yvonne reaches out to that . obviously they both have a common interest in video games lol but im more talking about the fact that they both seem to be generally kind of bad at confiding their emotions in others? i get the feeling that yvonne doesnt like being vulnerable, particularly from this back and forth:

my interpretation of this is that yvonne doesnt Like sharing their emotions with people other than joshua - it doesnt come naturally for them, just like it doesnt for jedidiah. expressing that you miss a friend of yours whos been isolating himself isnt an extremely embarrassing thing to say, and joshua isnt even saying That - just that yvonnes been Bothered by it. but thats enough to get them frazzled and on the defensive, trying to get joshua to shut up. i think yvonne and jedidiah both have difficulties with expressing their emotions to others and i think thats why yvonne is drawn to jeddie - they both have this same shared difficulty, and its comforting to be with people with similar struggles to you. i think we can even sort of see this in how, like i mentioned earlier, yvonne has been waiting to tell jedidiah this All Summer - but didnt tell him in this moment. why didnt they? why are they practicing this whole monologue at all? i think its because emotional vulnerability is something they struggle with, and jedidiah is the same way. they can connect over that.

also i just think yvonne thinks jedidiahs fun and they like being around people they find fun!! i can do all this analysis but i just genuinely think they like each other!! and jedidiah seems to joke about with yvonne in a similar way to sydney on occasion, so i think theres a reason to think its reciprocal. i also think that the combination of their similarities and differences clicks in a way rhat makes them enjoy each other a lot - on the one hand, jedidiah is nervous and skittish and extremelt christian, and yvonne is a quote "fun-loving troublemaker" (can you tell i read the wiki a lot for this post) and a party goth. being w people who are different from you is fun, but at their core, theyre pretty similar - they have a common interest in video games which is really important in a friendship, they both have difficulty being vulnerable with their emotions (although yvonne seems to have a healthy outlet in joshua and seems to make much more of an attempt to overcome this flaw than jedidiah does, so i actually think yvonne would be a reallt healthy friendship for jedidiah going forwards as i think theyr someone who could be helpful and a good example to follow), and they honestly both seem to have a similar sense of humor. idk that might just be the sense of humor of the show but they seem to have good rapport with each other with dry jokes when jedidiah loosens up a little.

also i couldnt really fit this into the flow but:

i think this scene is fun i like that they had Adventures together and i like that jedidiah says he "didnt know how to talk to people" past tense as if this isnt ABSOLUTELY still the case. but also the fact that yvonne was the best thing about college for him?? SO sweet but also makes me SO sad that their friendship isnt so close anymore. jedidiah really cares about her!!!! i couldnt fit this into the flow properly but i think its important to notice that jedidiah absolutely cares for yvonne too!!!!!

thank u for ur time . they r one of my favorite relationships in the entire show and by far my favorite friendship

[pondering-apollo]

Just read “a country once called Marley” and I’m 😭😭😭 I love porco and haven’t really found stories about him so I enjoyed this one even if it broke my heart. It was a great story (: looking forward to what you release next~

Aww, thank you so much! I’m so happy you enjoyed it and also equally sorry I broke your heart! 🙈💖

Porco deserves all the love. If you’re on the hunt for a good Porco story to get your teeth into, may I suggest Hammer by @xokiddo - it’s an epic multichap with the best mix of feels, spice, action and a gripping plot!

[carguynoel]

So you're double familiar to me. I know Natalie, kinda, I bug her in the hallways anyway. You got any tips on how to crack that thick shell of hers or so I gotta just keep chippin away at it? Marley Rose, yeah, I know your voice, I've seen you play a few times, even follow you on socials. You're talented. You got any shows coming up?

Possibly? But I'm also a triplet, so you maybe met one of them instead, Delilah or Natalie. But I also make music and I play the local bars a lot, so you could've seen me around at some point. I think you look familiar too, now that i think about it.

[kurooandkenmasslut]

No cuz like all Yuri cares about is Marley 😐

Yuri will run up to Marley but when she sees me I get a simple wave

.... marley 😟

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Black Tea & Pastries Part 1 | #LeviMonth2024 Fluff Oneshot

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While working at a cafe in Marley was never your intention, you found yourself oddly content with the new environment. You had moved away from the island as soon as it was safe to. With the Jaegerists in charge and having no family within the Walls, moving to Marley and starting over seemed like the next best choice.

You sighed as you cleaned off your counter, only looking up once you heard the door open. You had gotten used to seeing strangers here. You were an outsider, and enough people came by your shop that it was hard to keep track of who was who. Yet, this person that strolled in was someone you did indeed recognize—Captain Levi.

Levi entered your teashop, briefly pausing as he placed eyes on you for the very first time. He was immediately able to tell that there was something different about you.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his silvery gaze, noting that his right eye was slightly clouded over and that there were two scars running down his cheek and down to his lips. This was the first time that you had seen Levi in person, and the remnants of his injuries only reminded you of the reality that the world had faced during the Rumbling.

"How can I help you today?" you eventually asked kindly, forcing yourself to zone back in.

Levi eyed you for a moment longer before responding. There was something about your kindness that drew him in despite his usual aloofness.

"A cup of your strongest tea," he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. He placed some coins on the counter for payment, his gaze still fixed on you.

You gave him a gentle smile before making him the day's special, a blend of black tea that was unique to the area. You returned a few minutes later, handing it, in addition to his coins, back to him.

"On the house," you whispered, before motioning towards the pastry bag you had slid towards him as well. "Also snuck a pastry in there for you."

Surprised by your generosity, Levi's lips twitched into a slight smirk. It wasn't often that people were so kind to him right off the bat, especially given the world's persistent hatred for the Eldians.

He nodded slightly in acknowledgement, then turned to leave the shop. Just before exiting, he glanced back at you with those piercing gray eyes, a silent thank you evident in his gaze.

After a few days, you noticed that Levi had become a regular. You had his order memorized and would greet him every day with his black tea and pastry.

"You're Captain Levi, right?" you asked one day as you handed him his order. "From the Survey Corps?"

Levi glanced at you briefly, nodding in confirmation as he took his drink from you, taking a seat at the bar in front of you. He took a slow sip of the tea, noting the near-perfect taste of the beverage before he spoke.

"Yes, that's correct."

You did a slight nod, pondering the information as you made yourself a cup of tea as well, taking your apron off now that your shift was coming to a close. You sipped on the warm liquid as you leaned against the counter in front of him to keep chatting with him.

"How do you find life after the war? I know you've been fighting for the Survey Corps for quite a while."

"It's...an adjustment," Levi admitted, running a hand through his short, black hair. "The pace of everyday life is certainly different. Having more time is one thing, but sometimes it can be...lonely."

Levi looked up at you for a brief moment, as if there was something he had changed his mind about saying. The fact that he was even being this transparent about his personal life took him aback. "...I suppose that's why it's nice to find places like this teashop."

You tilted your head at his comment. "Well, you're certainly a hero in many of our eyes," you said quietly with a small smile. "Do you live alone? Have anyone you can at least go home to at night?"

You saw Levi's breath get caught in his throat as he thought about your question, and you immediately berated yourself for probing into his personal life.

"Sorry, it wasn't any of my business to ask," you quickly corrected, shaking your head. "Uhm...how was your day today? Err, other than being at this shop..."

You trailed off as you got more and more flustered, having momentarily forgotten that he had spent the majority of his day here with you.

"Uneventful, to say the least," Levi muttered with a shrug, choosing not to comment on either your flustered state or the personal nature of the question you just asked. It didn't seem to bother him nearly as much as it was bothering you. "Just spent some time relaxing at home before coming here for my usual afternoon tea."

He placed his elbows on the counter, crossing his arms as he kept his eyes on you. "And before you ask—no, I don't usually spend this much time sitting around in cafes," he noted with a subtle smile. "It's just nice to have someone to talk to besides myself for a change."

You smiled to yourself at his words, relieved that he hadn't taken offense to your unintentional questioning of his personal life. "Well, I'd love to continue talking more. I quite enjoy your presence."

A faint blush crept onto Levi's cheeks, your words having caught him off-guard. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"Well, I've rather enjoyed our conversations as well," he said, his voice a touch softer than usual.

Levi's gaze on you lingered for a moment before he continued, "Perhaps we could continue this elsewhere sometime? Outside of the teashop, I mean."

"I have the rest of the day off," you noted. "Although I understand if you'd rather spend your evening to yourself...but otherwise, I'd love to spend some time with you."

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he considered your offer. "Actually, that sounds quite pleasant," he confessed softly, his usual sternness replaced by a rare moment of vulnerability.

His apartment wasn't too far away, so a walk along the docks from the cafe towards his residence seemed convenient and fitting. Plus, he needed to get some movement in with his knee, and the walk was short enough that he wouldn't have to worry too much about any pain build-up.

It was a bit chilly, with the ocean breeze blowing through your hair as the sun set. As the orange glow reflected back against the water, Levi couldn't help but marvel at the peaceful atmosphere. These walks weren't that rare now that the war was over, but it still felt odd to have them.

"Never thought the infamous Captain Levi would be fascinated by sunset walks," you commented, noticing the look of contentment that seemed to appear on his features.

"Sunset walks aren't typically part of my routine," he acknowledged. "But I can't say I'm displeased to be experiencing one with such lovely company tonight."

You felt a blush rapidly traveling onto your cheeks as your fingers brushed against each other, immediately withdrawing your hand out of embarrassment.

You glanced over at Levi and saw that he also seemed a bit unsettled by the sudden contact, but it was so subtle that you weren't even entirely sure that it was there.

"...I guess I'm quite flattered to be getting such praise from Captain Levi," you said bashfully. "...I feel at ease around you despite the fact that we just met. Is that bad?"

"Not at all," he murmured softly after a short pause. "In fact, I find myself oddly drawn to your presence. There's something about your kindness and warmth that's actually quite comforting."

Your felt your face continue to heat up, and you silently thanked the darkening skies for making the view dim enough for you to conceal it.

The two of you silently walked side-by-side for the rest of the block, quietly enjoying each other's company.

Levi was finding himself already slightly enamored with you, despite the fact that you had only caught his eye a few days ago. Yet, the moment that he saw you was the moment that he knew that there was something special about you.

You knew something was up as well when you first saw him, but you chalked it up to nervousness at first. After all, it was inappropriate for any type of feelings to develop so soon for someone you had literally just met—but being around him just felt right. For once, it didn't feel like you had to force a conversation or feign interest when there was none. You were comfortable walking in silence next to him.

You wanted to know more about him.

By the time you arrived at his apartment, it was already dark.

He paused at the entrance to his building, looking over at you.

"...It's getting dark," he mentioned, giving you a concerned look. "You sure you're good to walk home?"

You nodded, gesturing over to the apartment complex across the street.

"I actually live close by," you responded with a bashful chuckle. "So...yeah, I'll be okay walking on my own."

After shooting him a small smile, you turned from him, ready to head back home for the night. You took a few steps forward before pausing and turning back towards him again.

You felt your pulse hasten ever so slightly once you noticed that he had stopped to look over at you as well.

"Uhm...so I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" you asked nervously, indicating that you were hoping to see him at the cafe again.

"If you insist," he responded after a slight nod, with a subtly amused look in his eyes.

"Black tea and pastry?"

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he was reminded of the fact that you had his order memorized, even though it had been less than a week.

"...looking forward to it."

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[angelskisser]

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[carguynoel]

Spicy tacos make her dance. Or she just likes the emojis. Old people are always just sending emojis 'cause they like 'em.

my mom has discovered text message signatures about 20 years late and now signs off all of our texts with this series of emojis:

🌶🌮💃

i'm confused, but like, i am also very entertained. what do you think she's saying?

[masonmtxo]

Have a random dad Mase drabble

Mason fiddled with the lapels of his suit as he approached the podium set up in the centre of the stage, shaking the hand of the older man who had given him an introduction. He has been nervous when he had initially been asked to make a quick speech earlier in the evening by one of the ladies who had helped run the event, but his mind instantly flickered to his newborn daughter in Manchester who he was away from the first time since her birth 2 weeks ago and he knew what he wanted to say.

He coughed slightly, glancing around the room until his eyes landed on his brother who gave him a supportive nod and grin. It would usually have been you sitting beside his vacant chair at these events, but for the first time since you had started dating, he was attending without you on his arm. Right now you were at home, probably laid across the sofa with your daughter on your chest, and in that moment a feeling of homesickness struck across his heart that make his stomach ache with the intensity. God knows how he would be able to deal with away matches or international camps now, it was hard enough just leaving you, but the thought of leaving his daughter for an extended period was impossible to fathom.

Adjusting the microphone, his mind stayed fixated on the little human that had given him a whole new meaning to life, and a much deeper appreciation for the charity that already meant so much to him. Mason took a deep breath and started, “first off, Id like to say a massive thank you to ‘Together for Short lives’ for asking me to be here tonight and to be their patron. It has been a huge honour to work with the amazing people who run this charity and to see first hand the incredible difference they make on so many children and young people’s lives,” he cleared his throat, eyes stinging slightly as he continues, “2 weeks ago, I became a parent for the first time and that has given me an even deeper appreciation for what this foundation does for families across the UK. I always understood the importance of supporting those who have been diagnosed with a life limiting condition as well as their families, but since becoming a dad and being able to experience that love for a child first hand, I feel proud more now than ever that I am able to play a small part in this work.”

He paused, taking another deep breath, “My baby girl is at home right now with my partner and this is the first time since she was born that I’ve had to leave her for more than a few hours and I honestly feel lost. I keep texting her mum for updates and I know she’s probably rolling her eyes at me for being so anxious about leaving her. So I cant even imagine what some families go through, often being apart from their loved ones due to treatments and hospital stays. Being able to provide families with the ability to spend time together, living life to the fullest and making the most of what they have makes this charity have an even closer place to my heart.”

He smiled softly, eyes falling upon some of the families who were being supported, “so thank you all for being here tonight and allowing me to join you. Enjoy!” he finished, stepping away from the podium with a charming smile.

Shaking a few hands of other attendees he recognised on his way back to the table, he reached for his phone the second he made it back to his chair. Quickly opening up his chat with you, smiling at the last message you had sent, letting him know Marley was finally down for the night after refusing to settle earlier in the evening, seemingly missing her daddy.

I love you both more than you will ever know. See you in the morning, tell Marley daddy misses her xxxx

[hangesdarling]

I hear you want Hange requests….heres one for you angry sex with hange 🤤

attention — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader

SYNOPSIS. During the party celebrating Marley and Eldia, the tension between you and Hange remained thick after an argument.

CONTENT. 18+, MDNI, angst, alcoholism, arguments, masturbation, cursing, Yelena making moves on you, jealousy, fingering, strap-on sex, Hange being kinda aggressive, marking up, dacryphilia if you squint, choking, overstimulation, drama (lmk what else)

WORD COUNT. 3.4k

A/N. this is my active daydream being turned into a fic. got carried away lmao

The ballroom party wasn't really necessary. All the fine-tuned instruments, lovely voices, and extravagant facade serve nothing but shallow acquaintanceship between the two parties. It doesn't mean anything, you argued with Hange. But you still sat there in a lone chair by the bar, sipping away your disappointment. And sometimes, your eyes would travel over your spouse happily chatting with fellow commanding heads. 

Irritating, you thought, rolling your eyes before signaling the barkeep for another drink. 

Not only because you and Hange fought this morning, but you were forced to wear an itchy, pretentious dress during the event. You're itching to claw on your skin, the neckline forming tiny rashes mottled across your chest. You looked beautiful, but then again what could be expected from the Commander's wife but beauty, elegance, and good manners? A huff escaped your lips as you remembered Hange ordering you to behave yourself.  

They remained at the center table, chatting and laughing with the higher-ups they used to hate. You could only clench the drink handed to you, wondering if that Hange across the room was the same person you married seven years ago. For all you know, your Hange wouldn't force you into this stupidity and would loathe the pleasantries from the country wishing to eliminate your own. They wouldn't neglect you as what they've been doing for the past months. 

You want to storm there and shake them awake, to say that they shouldn't have let you stay all alone in this stupid, friendless corner like a forgotten, dusting trophy. You've already snapped quietly like a leakage never detected. You sneaked a champagne bottle, walking away from the party as you tore the lace choking your neck. Upstairs, you stormed inside the room you and Hange shared, still tearing away the fabric of your dress in pure irritation. 

You couldn't handle the air downstairs. The sweet scent of whisky, the rich scent of food, and the cloying commingle of expensive perfumes. Even Hange's presence. 

You tore the last ribbons off your dress, letting the fabric fall off your shoulder before crawling back to the cold bed sheets. Pulling the nearby pillow, you buried your face in frustration, trying to think of something peaceful. Flowers, sheep, anything, damnit. But your mind remained on the event downstairs, prompting the frustrated screams you let out on your pillow. 

You rolled over the bed, staring at the ceiling and ruminating what made you so frustrated. Your argument with Hange, the dress, the party... But there was something else. An unwelcomed thought you're trying to neglect out of fear to be pathetic: what frustrated you the most was that Hange hasn't touched you in such a long time. Even the past weeks became so difficult that you never had the opportunity to relieve yourself. Your body wanted to be touched, to be hugged so tightly once again, craving for the familiar feeling of Hange's arms that perfectly fit around your body.

Slowly, you unbuttoned the rest of your clothing, discarding them across the room. It didn't take long for you to set yourself in the mood, shutting the lights off to further feel yourself. In no time, you were clenching on the sheets, moaning soundlessly against the pillow as you tried to imitate Hange's rhythm inside of you. You curled and pumped your fingers inside your dripping cunt, thinking of the bleary memories when Hange was making love with you. 

However, your peak was cut short as you heard the door open and slammed closed within a matter of seconds. Hange's irritated voice followed.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hange hissed, locking the bolts shut. 

You sat up and shot them a glare, "None of your fucking business. Go away."

"None of my business?" Hange turned their head sharply at you. "Of course, it's none of my business that my wife is touching herself with the door unlocked and a huge party happening outside."

Their sarcastic tone irritated you even more. As you would argue back, Hange grabbed your wrist and pulled your chin so you would look at them.

"What were you thinking? What if I'm not the one who walked in?" 

You tore your hand off their bruising grip. "I hate you."

"Right. Hate me all you want. What is it now, you want someone else to walk in so you could be touched?"

Your eyes burned from the angry tears falling on your eyes, you pushed them away and muttered, "I hate you so much. You're making it sound like I'm a disgusting, cheating whore."

"What am I supposed to think when you're doing filthy things in our bed and didn't lock the door?" They argued back. 

"I just forgot to lock the door. Why don't you just drop it? Ugh!" Your voice rose, trying to shut them off. You wrapped a blanket around you, reaching for the bottle across the bed. Maybe handling this drunk would be better. 

Hange let out a sharp, annoyed sigh before swinging the bottle out of your reach. 

"I told you not to drink. You're a lightweight and it's not good for you," they said, trying to be calmer this time. You're so sick of arguing with them anymore that you just let them tear the drink away from you. You pulled the sheets to your chin and muttered, "Fine. Just go away."

Hange was eyeing the torn dress you threw across the room earlier and retorted, "No, you're going back downstairs. People are looking for you."

Of course. Everyone's conversation starter was to ask for the spouse of the other, flashing them like an acquired trophy to be complimented for pristine behavior. 

"No way in hell I'm going there," you said finally. "I'm sleeping."

Hange shot a hard look as your back was against them. They clenched the bottle tightly, eager to snap but wouldn't let themself. 

"Fine. Have your way." Truly, Hange wanted to talk to you, sort things out so you wouldn't sleep angry at them again but you've become so hard and cold. 

They took the bottle with them as they went out and slammed the door shut louder than before. Hange left the room, locking the door shut from the outside, thinking you would continue the act before. They won't risk anyone to see you like that. 

With attentive ears, you heard the tell-tale sound of a bolt being locked from the outside. You ran to the door and checked, wriggling the knob open to no avail. All that ran in your mind was perhaps Hange hated you so much they had to lock you in out of revenge. You pounded on it for almost half a minute, even shouting how irritated you were at them for locking you in. 

Eventually, you slumped from the other side and cried in anger. You didn't want to register what the few moments after that came to be as it was confusing. 

All you knew was that, the door managed to twist open. But it wasn't Hange from the other side. 

Yelena stood there, looking at you almost expectantly as she helped you stand up. She gave a light chuckle as you tried your hardest to cover up. 

"The bolt outside was quite easy. Magnetic," she remarked, her eyes making a subtle glance all over you. "Did Commander Hange lock you here?"

"Yes," you answered shortly, the pout on your lips looked so cute to her.

"Seems like the Commander was quite protective of you," Yelena chuckled, leaning on the door frame. "I could understand why."

Her eyes are set on yours. Knowingly, you understood her intentions but you dismissed it and immediately changed the subject, "Shouldn't you be downstairs?"

"I should be, yes. But I heard you."

You closed the door halfway and muttered, "I think you should go back now... Thanks for opening the door for me."

"Oh, wouldn't you like to be at the party? I bet the Commander would love to see you there," she reasoned, a genuine coax that made something inside you ring. 

Maybe messing around downstairs doesn't sound so bad since you cannot sleep anyway. You quickly changed into the best, most alluring dress you can find. Yelena insisted on coming with you and patiently waited by the door. She offered an arm which you took, as you both went downstairs where the party remained spirited. 

Yelena sat with you on the bar, offering you a drink after the other as you chatted, smiling to yourselves as the party went on. You were too caught up with trying some drinks and invested in what Yelena was saying to even wonder where Hange was. 

Unbeknownst to you, they already spotted you from afar minutes ago. They didn't like how you were sitting too close to Yelena or sharing a drink after one with her. Somehow, they trusted you with moderation despite the argument earlier which you didn't live by. However, they couldn't remain sitting down at the table, seeing you on the verge of drunkenness. Maybe what made them snap was Yelena's arm around yours, squeezing your sides a bit too intimately.

Hange got up from their seat, saying polite excuse me's through the crowd as their gaze remained focused on where you are. They managed to reach you, and Yelena acknowledged them politely. Hange gave her a strained smile, putting an arm around your waist to make you stand up.

"Please excuse us. My wife seems to be drunk," they muttered, pushing your drink from your hand. They pulled you off your seat and muttered, "Come with me."

"I'm not even drunk yet," you argued but didn't try to pull away. It was true, but you were tipsy enough to be tempted. Maybe a little bolder than you usually were. Your eyes set upon Hange's sharp features, wishing you could kiss them right now. Maybe even ask them to carry you in bridal style just like the old times. 

"I'm not letting that happen," they muttered. "Do you want to embarrass yourself so bad?"

Hange guided you upstairs, a firm hand on your waist as they shoved the bedroom door open once again and pulled you back inside. They let you go, making you sit up in the bed as they locked the door once again. 

A minute passed and you were arguing again, bringing up the subject of how they became so cold to you despite your attempts to warm them up. And sometimes, they would barely glance at you, not even a hug or a kiss. 

Hange grew extremely frustrated, body and mind. They wanted this argument to end but couldn't stop their anger from boiling over. You didn't know how things escalated that quickly but your next memory was Hange on top of you, a hand hiked up under your skimpy dress. They placed kisses and bites against your neck and chest, causing you to whimper and grip their shoulder. 

"You said I wasn't giving you attention, right? Then fine, I'll give it to you," their voice was almost a hiss against your ear, making you shiver as they positioned you on the bed. Hange flipped you over, pressing a hand on your lower back while the other bundled around your hair. A soft gasp went through your lips as their hand snaked, downwards tugging down the lace of your underwear to your knees. 

Hange thumbed over your clit the way you liked it, their other fingers gathering the slick from when you touched yourself earlier. You hid your face against the sheets, embarrassed at how quickly you were submitting to their touch, how your body eagerly reacted to the touch it had longing for in such a long time. 

Hange smirked at the sight, wasting no time to push you more harshly to the bed. Their fingers went deeper inside you, smoothly gliding over your warmth from how drenched their fingers were. 

Usually, Hange would start off gently, maybe even tease you until your exposed skin is all marked up by love bites but Hange wouldn't do that this time. They pushed their fingers to the hilt, brutally drawing it back and forth with such force that shook your body. Their teeth nipped against your neck as they did so, relishing the sound of your whimpers. 

"You like that, hm?" They curled their fingers, pumping every digit until your wetness was starting to drip down your thighs. You could even feel their palm against your sensitive area from how fast and deep they pumped their fingers in. You caught the pillow between your teeth in a soundless scream after hearing several footsteps from the hallway near your bedroom.

"What? Don't want them to hear you?" they tugged on your hair, speaking a little louder just to taunt you. A thumb brushed over your aching clit, urging you to moan louder than you could possibly let out. 

Your fingers dug into the sheets, "Stop... fucking with me."

"Fine, dear wife," they smirked as they drew out their fingers the moment they felt your insides clenching against them. 

You whined, about to protest from your ruined orgasm but Hange repositioned you once again, forcing your legs open in front of them.

"I'm not done with you," they said in a low voice, unbuckling their belt. Hange pushed you into a harsh kiss, your wrists locked beneath their hand. You felt the tip of the phallic-shaped toy attached to them, slowly dragging it down your slit before Hange slammed it in one go. You screamed, throwing your head back from such a force against your sensitive flesh. 

Hange gripped your throat, their other hand mounting your leg over their shoulder. The new angle draws out a sharp cry from your throat as Hange begins to plunge the dildo back and forth, their hips moving resolutely. 

"You know," they began. "I was thinking of making love with you after that godforsaken party. Maybe to fuck that frustration out of you. Both of us, really. But no, you just had to annoy me tonight don't you?" 

Hange grunted, their lips parting to plant bruising kisses against your neck. They squeezed your throat a little tighter before saying, "Why were you with Yelena?" 

You had to catch your breath, maybe stabilize yourself against their shoulder so you could speak. 

"She was just being nice," you reasoned but that wasn't what Hange wanted to hear. Their pace increased, hips snapping against yours. 

"Ah, fuck—! Hange, s-slow down," you whined against their shoulder, gripping their arm from how much they were rocking your body. 

"Shut up and take it," Hange hissed, pulling your hips even closer so you could feel every inch of them. Their mouth kissed the bruises on your chest and neck, their eyes half-lidded as they thought about how pretty you looked all marked up. By this time, Hange had torn off what remained of the dress you're wearing, eager to have you bare. No sooner, you feel tiny pricks and bites on your chest, breasts, and stomach. Hange made sure their marks look like perfect artwork on your skin. 

Your head almost dangled against the edge of the bed, their hand remained gripping your throat as they plunged in and out of you, stretching and pummelling your insides. Hange would kiss the moans and whines from your lips, drawing numerous releases out of you until you became a writhing mess under them. Tears rolled down your cheeks, your insides burning from pain and pleasure. 

Hange heard a faint I can't take it anymore from you before letting your weakened body fall back to the bed. After a few long strokes, they pulled out of you, and a soaking mess dripped down both of your thighs, even your hips. Hange watched your eyes flutter, the gentle rising of your marked-up chest whenever you breathed, and how your lips slightly parted from what they did to you. You looked so beautiful in Hange's eyes, the most perfect image ever captured and framed in their mind. 

They wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you to their chest as they smoothed out your hair. A hand rubbed against your back, easing your body from trembling too much. Hange kissed down the bruises on your neck, inhaling the faint smell of your perfume. The soft, warmth of your body reminded them of how they missed you, of how much they longed to embrace you like this once again. 

"I'm not forgiving you just because you fucked me," Hange heard you mumble. You wanted to break away from their hug, but your body only leaned towards them despite your wishes.

"I know," they mumbled, their hand caressing your cheek, lifting up your chin so you would look at them. Their eyes softened, the way the brown earth turned a tender shade after rain. "Look, Y/N, I'm sorry. For everything."

Hange took your fingers to their lips. "I'm sorry I've been so frustrated and angry. Please allow me to make it up to you."

When you remained quiet against their chest, they continued, "I know that I haven't been affectionate with you in such a long time... Believe me I wanted to but it's just..."

Hange doesn't want to continue. They don't want to tell you what kind of hell being a commander felt like in such a demanding position. They want to appease the people, bring life-long peace, and make Eldia habitable again without any threat of being wiped out. 

They only kissed your hair and mumbled in a breaking voice, "Please forgive me, Y/N. I love you... so much, my sweetheart."

They felt a pang against their chest just from seeing the tears roll down your cheeks after they said those tender words. As if their love radiated through your heart despite weeks of misunderstanding, of not being able to tell each other what one truly feels. 

Your breath hitched against their chest, their arms preventing you from breaking apart any further. 

"I know... It's just that," you began as Hange wiped tears from your cheeks. "Sometimes... I don't even know you anymore."

Hange's heart trembled with the newfound pain from your broken confession but they remained listening.

"Sometimes I would assume you wanted a hug because you always do when you're tired, or maybe a cup of tea or a kiss from me but... there are times I feel like you're pushing me away. That I'm too overbearing, that you're getting sick of me," you sobbed. "I've often wondered if you even think about me."

Your sobs further broke their heart apart. Thinking how they made you feel puts even more resentment within them. They tried to smile with their lips against your forehead as they whispered, "Of course, my love... I think about you. Every day. And forgive me because in all those days, I've imagined nothing but a peaceful life for us after the war is over. I'm getting ahead of myself, I know. I've been so neglectful... I'm so sorry."

Hange let you cry on their chest, wrapping you up in several layers of blankets. 

"Hey, my sweet," Hange muttered, kissing the tears out of you. "How about I just cancel everything tomorrow? We'll go out, just the two of us."

"Really?" you sniffled.

"Really." Hange smiled. 

"That is if I can walk tomorrow. You roughed me up tonight," you smiled through tears. Hange laughed softly against your neck. That laugh you missed so much. 

The ballroom party remained lively downstairs, a room full of shallow chatting and emptying whiskey bottles. A place too intoxicating for genuineness and passion. War and hatred remained thick and prodding despite the fancy facade of the wealthy and powerful.

Hange dismissed all of it just for this night, finding peace the moment their head rested against your chest. Your heartbeats against their ear, your soft fingers running through their hair— each touch reminded them of the paradise they could only find with you. Hange forced the impending war away from their mind just for this time, relishing the memory of their first date with you, your first kiss, your wedding day— everything they want to hold and protect, to achieve peace for. 

"Maybe we can just spend the entire tomorrow here in bed," Hange proposed, a smirk curling on their lips as they continued. "There are still more things I wanted to do with you."

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Oh that's easy! You were super blessed, duh. Maybe next time you can get a totally solo solo! I'm just hoping to really nail them dance moves!

My number one hype-man? How did I get that lucky? I'll have to make sure to not let you down then. Thanks, Sam! I think it went really well. I'm excited to see what we come up with next as a team.

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Companion piece to:

Emergency Contact - You help Mitch out in a tricky situation.

Big Heart - How it starts between you and Mitch.

The Morning After - Mitch makes a decision after the two of you spend the night together.

It’s purely by accident that Mitch discovers you like it when he gets a little rough. Up until now he’s always been tender, playful. The two of you are just having a little fun, keeping it casual.

It’s different tonight because Mitch he’s a little jealous. He’d been coming back from bar with drinks when he saw a guy trying to chat you up at the pool table. You’d sent him on his way but it’s a stark reminder that you don’t belong to Mitch, that he may be warming your bed but you aren’t his, not yet.

He’s thrusting deep inside you, his mouth on your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point when he feels your body arch and your pussy clench around his cock.

“You like that?” He whispers into your ear. “The idea of me marking you up?”

“Yes.” You murmur as he buries his face into the curve of your throat. “I need it a little rough tonight Mitch, I need…”

He bites you then, his teeth sinking into your shoulder and the sound you make as you grip his dick…

He almost loses it.

“Tell me what else you like.” He requests and it gets filthy after that because you’re such a dirty girl, and Mitch, he had no fucking clue. You’ve always been straight laced, playing things by the book, he had no idea he had a temptress on his hands.

He’s ruined in the aftermath, breathless, tangled up in your sheets, his back scratched up. You aren’t much better, your skin is flushed, and you’re covered in his love marks, neck, shoulders, breasts. The essence of him is everywhere blossoming across your flesh and Mitch loves it the sight of it.

“And here’s me thinking you were a good girl.” He smiles as his mouth captures yours again, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek.

“No.” You whisper as your fingers thread through his hair. “I just didn’t know how to ask.”

“You don’t have to be shy with me.” He tells you, his nose trailing along yours. “I’d give you anything Marley, anything you damn well want.”

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one bed? - featuring the aot boys

today we have: jean, bertholdt, and reiner

in which: there's only one bed? lmao have fun! note that in reiner's part, you are a warrior that escaped back to marley with reiner after the shiganshina arc.

warnings: none. i have extreme paranoia when it comes to me writing smut, so you will not see some from me until i get better (i am literally touch-starved, so i feel like anything i write will be cringe)!

author's note: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know what to write next. i'm literally out of ideas. either in the comments, or in my messages. i will appreciate ANYTHING.

jean

"alright everyone," hange says, "go to your respective rooms. we'll meet back up in the morning and explore some more!" she turns to leave with onyankopon and levi who were staying in a nearby hotel as to not draw too much attention.

you look around for jean, sasha, and connie who were also staying in this hotel with you. as soon as you went to grab sasha to room with, connie swooped in, and the two were so excited that they were going to have a "sleepover". you heave a small sigh.

"don't sound too disappointed." jean says, giving you a small smile. "sad you're stuck with me tonight?"

"never." you say, bumping your shoulder with his. "it will just be much harder to keep an eye on those two." jean's smile slowly slides off his face.

"oh yeah." not much you can do about it now. you grab jean's hand and pull him to go find your room.

"this is actually so interesting, being in marley. i can't believe they have actual cars!" you say excitedly, smiling while looking out the window. you couldn't believe how advanced this place is.

"you sound like hange now! keep it down before your dumbass gets us caught." you give jean a little smack.

"oh shut up." the two of you finally reach the room, and as jean opens the door, he stops halfway into the room.

"hey! get out of my way, horse-face!" jean turns to look at you, his face a little red.

"i think they gave us the wrong room." confused, you look around jean to see there is only one bed in the entire room.

"oh." the thought of spending the night with your best friend in the same bed also made you a little pink. much to your relief, jean didn't see because he was too busy hurrying to use the bathroom. in reality, he was trying to calm himself down, but you didn't know that.

your stomach was swirling as jean finally came out of the bathroom, his face wet, like he had washed it. you had to look away. of course you were nervous. you've had a crush on the man for quite a while now. but you'd rather die than admit that.

an awkward, uncomfortable silence blanketed the room. until jean spoke up. "I honestly think we should just share it. it's pretty big. and we've grown up together. it won't be awkward."

that's a relief. "yeah. as long as your big horse feet won't kick me in the middle of the night."

"hey! my feet are normal shaped!" you giggle, the previous tension gone. "yeah yeah."

the two of you chat a little bit before calling it a night. you tuck yourself under the covers, turning your back to jean. "i hope you don't snore."

"guess you'll find out tonight." the two of you try sleeping, and for a few hours, it was successful. until the room got incredibly cold. you shuffle closer to jean, but it wasn't helping all that much. you turn around, facing jean, who looked fast asleep.

"hey." silence. "hey!" nothing. so you start poking his face, and he flinches. "what?" now you're embarrassed.

"nevermind."

"oh no. you didn’t wake me up for nothing." he pokes your face. "what do you want?"

"can you hold me?"

"what?!"

"i'm cold!"

"oh. alright then, come here."

"really?"

"yes, y/n. now hurry up." so you weasel your way into his arms, sinking into his chest. he is so warm.

and in the morning, when he wakes up before you, he'll let you sleep, with your leg around his waist and his arms around you. maybe he will finally work up the courage to ask you out.

bertholdt

you were shaken. of course you were, you were kidnapped. the last thing you remember is walking away with armin on the wall, and you could faintly hear hange talking to moblit about titans that could dig. but you wake up on a tree, in the forest which was surrounded by titans. you see ymir awake, scowling at two men up on higher trees. is that eren over there? you have to blink because it's so bright, but when it finally comes into focus, you realize it's reiner and bertholdt. oh yeah. the traitors. you start breathing heavily, thinking about how it's your lover up there. ymir tries to calm you down, her eyes wide, but it doesn't work. how could he do this to you. was everything fake? were your friends still alive. why were you here? you start feeling faint, and feel hot tears pooling at your eyes. you faintly hear the screeching of odm gear coming closer, and you hear bertholdt talking to ymir, but it's too late, and you pass out once again.

when you awaken a second time, it's night. you have to adjust your eyes to try to figure out where you are. but all you see are stars. you're on the wall. you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"y/n?" you turn your head without moving your body and see him. bertholdt, who's eyes are red and swollen. you reach your hand up to hold his face but then think better of it. you let your hand fall.

"i'm so sorry. y/n, i'm so sor-"

"bertholdt!" you recognize reiner's voice and lift your body up, with his hand on your back. you shove his hand away, ignoring the hurt look on his face. you see reiner and ymir coming your way. while bertholdt and reiner whisper to each other, ymir comes to check on you.

"are you alright?" you shrug. which earns a sad smirk from ymir. shortly after, bertholdt returns to kneeling next to you, but not saying anything. after a while, you find your voice.

you turn your head to bertholdt and ask, "how did i get here?" he flinches at your strained tone, but softly explains what happened while reiner and ymir set up sleeping bags they found in the district below. you also find out the truth about bertholdt's background. about him being from marley, his mission, why he decided to become a warrior. he explained about his sick father and the oppression he received just because he was eldian.

and suddenly, your heart was conflicted. there was life outside of the walls. but they weren't free. they had the same blood you did, and they were being tortured for it. but they killed so many innocent people from inside the walls. those people didn't know what they were dying for. they didn't deserve to die. you wanted to yell and scream at him, but you also wanted to comfort him. so you cried. you cried and cried and fell into him because you were weak, and despite hating him for all he had done, you loved him. and he held you as you cried, and eventually he started crying with you. so the two of you cried until there were no tears left. in the silence left behind, you whispered to him, "take me with you. take me home with you." too weak to argue, he agreed. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and wiped away your tears.

"ok."

what felt like hours later, reiner came to drop off the sleeping bag.

"i'm sorry, but we could only find three." while bertholdt starting insisting you take it, you just stand up and take the sleeping back from reiner, giving the man a hug, which surprised him.

"thank you. one is enough. we can share." and so you did.

you held onto his long ass body and just held each other, oozing comfort the both of you needed.

reiner

while porco and pieck were mocking him from behind, you were at his side, giggling at his little pout. you intertwined your arm with his and put your head on his shoulder, causing the two goons to laugh and mock even more. but the two of you didn't care. you guys were considered pretty close before, but after returning from paradise, the two of you were inseparable. the two of you walked along the festival, reiner occasionally having to stop to pay for gabi and the others, but never separating from you.

"oh, reiner!" pieck says, "don't forget about the meeting we have tomorrow." the both of you sigh.

"we haven't forgotten pieck," he replies. you detach yourself from reiner when you see porco beckoning to you. while reiner and pieck chatted, you were able to talk a bit with porco. the two of you wandered for a bit before reiner came to pull you away, looking a bit jealous, which porco wouldn't let him live down.

the two of you follow the children around until they get too tired and full from all the festival food. while reiner is dragging gabi around, the two of you talk about the trek you will have to make for the meeting.

"we should rent a hotel room. that way we won't have to get up too early tomorrow to travel."

"good idea!" so after dropping off the children at their respective homes, the two of you hitch a ride to the hotel nearest to HQ where the meeting was taking place. when the two of you check in, you only ask for one room, but two separate beds.

however, when the two of you went to go to sleep, there was only one bed. although, it didn't bother you two that much, as the two of you often slept over together.

so when it was time for bed, the two of you crawled in together, immediately cuddling together. you lay your head on his chest and he holds you. this was how you often found comfort when the two of you first got back from the island, often crying about bertholdt, annie, and the comrades you considered friends. and the two of you haven't stopped this little routine, even years later.

but this time felt a little different. reiner was holding you more tightly than usual. but you couldn't bring yourself to ask why because you were too tired. as you were falling asleep, you hear him whisper, "I love you." not that you would know this, but he had been telling you this for a long time when you were sleeping. so it quite surprise to him when you opened your eyes and smiled.

"I love you too." you slowly press a kiss to his lips and he graciously returns it.

author's note (again): will there be a part two? idk yet. let me know if y'all want one in the comments section. (and i know you saw my author's note up top. *suspicious side eye* you better tell me what to write next)