#do you think sasha is shaking his head at the antics.

[ratatatastic]

"is barkov just a total rockstar when hes walking around town?" "he is [...] heard hes kinda like a god up here [in tampere] 😃" sasha dear beloved son of tampere is a rockstar? no! hes a god!

normal things to say about your captain, more news at 11

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[aurasy3ag3r]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 (𝟐) 𝐂.𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

☆ summary : Short p2 of the first Intoxicated

☆ parings : plug connie x blackfem reader.

☆ wc : a little until 700

1:30 am

con

Come outside.

yn

It's mad late, hell nah

con

YN don't play with me.

I told you I was coming

yn

So?

You chuckled softly as you slipped on your cozy slippers, making your way to the main door of your dorm. Connie had been outside for a while now, but you hadn’t felt like getting up until just a few minutes ago. As you opened the door, he stood there with a black plastic bag in hand, likely filled with food or ice cream—either way, you knew he’d share. “Why you leaving me out here in the cold?” Connie asked, a teasing smile on his face.

“Because I’ve been waiting for you since ten,” you replied, turning to lead him inside, back to the dorm that had become so familiar to him. “YN, you know those parties don’t even start for real until after twelve,” he said, following you. You rolled your eyes, making sure he noticed. He sucked his teeth in response, but you knew he wouldn’t do anything about it.

“Don’t even think about getting on my bed in your outside clothes,” you warned. Connie nodded, already moving to your drawers where he’d started leaving some of his clothes for this exact reason. He grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt—clothes that you often wore yourself because, honestly, his clothes were basically yours at this point. Without a second thought, he began undressing in front of you, unfazed since you’d seen him naked before.

“You like what you see?” he smirked, clearly enjoying teasing you. You threw a pillow at his head in response, rolling your eyes at his antics. “I bought us some ice cream,” he said, pulling out a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and starting to open it. You stared at it like a hungry little kid.

“Does this mean you passed your finals?” you asked, hoping that he did. Connie nodded, and you rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you,” you said warmly. He smiled at your praise, leaning in to give you a kiss on the lips in return.

“I already knew you passed— You smart woman,” he teased, making you nod and chuckle. From the moment Connie met you, he believed you were the smartest, most beautiful, and amazing woman he’d ever known. No matter what, you never failed to amaze him—even with simple things like teaching him how to take notes properly or listening to you explain something you were passionate about.

You handed Connie two plastic spoons, and he scooped some ice cream into two cups.“You got my favorite,” you noted, taking your cup from him. He hummed in acknowledgment. “You didn’t tell me how the party went,” you asked, settling onto your stomach as Connie got comfortable next to you.

“It was chill, but I prefer being here,” he replied, his hand slowly sliding up your thigh before giving your butt a light slap. “You think Sasha’s coming home tonight?” you asked, but before Connie could respond, the two of you burst into laughter. You both knew Sasha wasn’t coming home—even if she was there was no way she’d be coming back this early.

“When I was leaving, she was taking shots with a group of random people,” Connie said, shaking his head. You smiled, not because it was unbelievable, but because it was exactly what you expected. “Remember when she introduced us?” you asked. Connie nodded, his spoon still in his mouth. “I remember it vividly. She was showing you off like a trophy, spinning you around and shit,” he chuckled at the memory.

“Now you’re my trophy,” he said, giving your butt a harder slap this time. “Connieee, stop it!” you protested, but he just chuckled, rubbing the spot he’d hit to soothe the sting.

“Are you done yet? I want to cuddle,” you said, already inching closer. Connie placed his cup next to yours on the floor, giving you the green light to lay on top of him. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“When we first met, did you ever think we’d end up here?” you asked softly. Connie nodded, not missing a beat. “Mhmm. The second I met you, I knew you were gonna be mine.”.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, looking up at him as he kept nodding. “After you left, I was blowing up Sasha’s phone to get your number,” he chuckled, reminiscing about that day a year ago. “When I’m with you, YN, I feel like a whole new man,” he confessed, his eyes locking with yours.

“You drive me crazy—in so many ways, like sometimes you really be buggin’,” he teased. You scoffed, giving him a soft slap on the shoulder, making him laugh.

Soon, the room fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound coming from your air purifier. Connie’s hand gently rubbed your back as you began to drift off to sleep.

“Goodnight, mama,” he whispered, holding you close.

[fandomsniper]

hi, yeah, so this is my self-indulgent au/crossover because I'm hyperfixating on s.t.a.l.k.e.r. and star wars, and I love Kallus so much AND that meant the usual fav character treatment so I twisted up star wars and s.t.a.l.k.e.r. lore to my own shape because I can and now you can read this monstrosity

(can also be found on ao3)

Toothless

"Sooo, how did you lose that tooth?" 

Alexsandr turned his head to look at his friend and chuckled when Alyosha startled from his focused state, the younger man's knee-jerk reaction earned him a bruised elbow which he hit against the rock he was leaning against. Alyosha hissed through his teeth, which made a slight whistling sound where the air passed through the gap where his left canine tooth once sat, he glared at his friend and rubbed his elbow, he really needed to get a new elbow protector. Alexsandr met his glare with a raised eyebrow, still as immune to his scowls and glares as he was all those years ago before he was scooped up by the Empire. 

Both of them continued their staring contests before Alyosha huffed, shaking his head as he relaxed back against the big rock that stood on the slope that overlooked most of Zaton, "Would you believe if I told you that I lost it fighting a Bloodsucker?" he asked with a wry grin, his hands crossed over his riffle that hung from a gun sling. Alexsandr snorted and playfully punched his friend's shoulder, "You fucking wish Alyosha, knowing your talent you probably walked into a wall on the Skadovsk and knocked that tooth out." 

The younger man gasped and put one of his hands over his heart as he dramatically imitated being shot in the chest "Shots fired! You wound me, Sasha, wound me." Alexsandr observed his friend's antics snickering and flicked his forehead when he straightened back up "Yeah, yeah, sure I do, now out with the truth Alyosha." Alyosha rolled his eyes but grinned at the older man "Fucking Burer knocked it out." Alexsandr gaped at him "The fuck were you doing in the caves and how the fuck did that happen?" 

Alyosha drummed his fingers on his rifle and had the decency to look sheepish "I didn't look where I was going like an idiot and fell into one through the ground hole," he rubbed his face with one of his gloved hands with a sigh "I practically landed on the little fucker, who, surprisingly, was walking alone. I actually think that  I startled it, which is absolutely fucking hilarious." Alyosha chuckled at the wide-eyed look Alexsandr was throwing at him "Unfortunately the shock of me dropping from literally nowhere wore off quickly, and it immediately threw a big ass rock in my face which," he vaguely gestured at his mouth "Knocked the tooth out," then pointed at scar over his lip "And also left me with a little scar present." 

The older man stared at him for a moment before he shook his head as if he was trying to put the information he just learned in the right places, "You fucking idiot, I always told you to look where you were going," he groaned and covered his eyes with the palm of his hand "How the fuck did you get out of that shit show, Burers are annoyingly hard to kill." Alexsandr pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at the younger man with an unamused expression, that was met with a grin and a gentle pat on one of the pouches attached to Alyosha's armor. 

He glared at his friend. 

Alyosha still grinned at him as he whispered "Grenades." 

The older man sighed but the corners of his lips were turned into a small smile, almost impossible to notice, as if he was trying to keep up the 'stern older brother' face by the sheer force of will. He lost the fight when he saw the younger man in his peripheral vision, still grinning with that toothless grin of his, Alexsandr laughed and knocked his shoulder against Alyoshas "You are dumb as fuck Alyosha, I guess you climbed out of that hole somehow?" 

The younger man snorted and shifted his weight from one leg to another "Obviously, I'm standing right beside you right now." he looked awfully smug about it, Alexsandr rolled his eyes "We'll, you always were good at climbing, weren't you?" his friend beamed at him "Of course." 

With that, both of them lapsed into comfortable silence, well, Alexsandr thought so before Alyosha didn't decide to share his thoughts with him. 

"So are you and Zeb fucki-" 

"I will stop you right there!" 

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[theolivebranchreview]

Whispers Between Bites

by Francis C. Sorvino (@frank_sorvino)

Nestled among the clattering of dinnerware and the low murmurs of casual conversation, Lou and Sasha found themselves seated at a small table near the window of a long aged Italian restaurant known colloquially as Angelo’s. The flickering candlelight cast soft shadows across their faces, illuminating the intimate yet palpably tense atmosphere. It was their third date, and while there was an undeniable attraction between them, an undercurrent of nervous energy that they couldn’t seem to shake electrified the air.

Lou, a kind and thoughtful man burned by an analytical mind, often found himself overthinking conversations, and tonight was no exception. He noticed Sasha, a spirited and vivacious woman with a love for storytelling, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, a sign that she too felt the unspoken tension.

Sasha, in turn, who had decided that the loose thread on the end of her dress was a lost cause, looked over at Lou and held back a timid laugh. “There’s no denying that he’s cute when he’s nervous”, she thought to herself. As the waiter hovered ominously over them to pour their respective bottles of wine, she wondered if even he could notice how badly the date was going.

He didn’t.

Seeking to lighten the mood, Sasha glanced around the restaurant and her eyes settled on two men seated at a table across the room. “See those two?” she said, nodding subtly towards them. “That’s Tommy and Pete, they look like they’re having an interesting conversation. What do you think their story is?”

Lou followed her gaze and observed the duo. Tommy, a young man with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, was animatedly talking to Pete, who appeared older, more reserved, but with a warm, indulgent smile as he listened to Tommy.

“Oh. Do you know them?”, Lou inquired.

Sasha gave him a mischievous grin and shook her head. “C’mon, just play along”, she chuckled excitedly.

“Brothers, maybe?” Lou suggested, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Tommy seems like the wild, younger sibling, and Pete, the more grounded, protective older one.”

Sasha leaned forward, her eyes dancing with amusement. “I like that. Maybe they’re celebrating something tonight. Tommy might have just graduated, and Pete, being the proud big brother, is treating him to a fancy dinner.”

Lou, warming to the game, added, “And maybe Tommy’s telling Pete about some crazy college stories, the kind that make you glad you survived your younger years.”

They both chuckled, the imagined antics of Tommy and Pete bridging the gap that had lingered between them since the start of the evening. Sasha’s laughter was infectious, and Lou found himself drawn into her light-heartedness, the tension between them dissipating like mist.

“Look at Pete’s expression,” Sasha pointed out, her voice tinged with mirth. “He’s definitely heard this story before, but he’s pretending it’s the first time. Poor guy.”

“Oh look! I think things are starting to get kind of tense. Maybe Pete’s getting fed up with always hearing the same story.” Lou chuckled as he took an extended sip of his wine.

“Well I guess there’s only one way to find out what’s really going on”, Sasha said as she began to get up.

Lou shifted nervously in his seat. “Wait. What?”

Sasha’s grin widened as she stood, her adventurous spirit taking over. “I’m going to stand around there for a couple of minutes and if I get caught, I’ll just say that I’m the manager or something,” she declared with a playful glint in her eye.

–

From across the room, Tyler and Stephen, a couple deeply in love yet at a crossroads, were completely oblivious to the fabricated stories being spun about them by Lou and Sasha. They sat, engrossed in their own world, in the midst of a conversation that was both tender and tense.

Stephen, older and more reserved, listened intently to Tyler, his partner of three years. Tyler, with his youthful energy and mischievous twinkle, was finding it hard to maintain eye contact, a clear sign that the words he was about to utter were weighing heavily on him.

The dim lighting of Angelo’s cast a warm glow over their table, creating an intimate space that felt both safe and daunting for the confession Tyler was about to make. He took a deep breath, his fingers nervously tapping against the stem of his wine glass.

“Stephen, you know I love you, right?” Tyler began, his voice laced with a mix of affection and apprehension. “But there’s something I need to tell you. It’s about… someone else.”

Stephen’s expression, which had been warm and indulgent, shifted subtly. A flicker of concern passed through his eyes, but he maintained his composure. “Go on,” he encouraged, though the edge in his voice was impossible to miss.

Tyler hesitated, then continued, “It’s the barista at The Bean, our coffee shop. I’ve… I’ve developed feelings for him. It just happened, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

The confession hung in the air between them, a tangible presence that threatened to disrupt the balance of their relationship. Stephen’s face remained impassive, but his eyes betrayed a storm of emotions – hurt, confusion, and a hint of betrayal.

“Why are you telling me this, Tyler?” Stephen asked, his voice steady but his heart racing. “What do you want from me?”

Tyler’s eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and sincerity. “I want to be honest with you, Stephen. I don’t want to hide anything. I love you, and that hasn’t changed. But I needed you to know about these feelings, even if I don’t understand them myself.”

Stephen took a moment to process the revelation, his mind racing with thoughts and questions. He cared deeply for Tyler, but this was a situation he had never anticipated. The trust and openness that had been the foundation of their relationship were now being tested in a way he never imagined.

As they continued to talk, the atmosphere at their table shifted from celebratory to contemplative. Unbeknownst to them, Sasha, under the guise of a curious restaurant manager, lingered nearby, misinterpreting the gravity of their conversation as brotherly tension.

Meanwhile, Lou watched from their table, a mixture of curiosity and concern etched on his face, unaware of the true nature of the conversation unfolding across the room.

Sasha walked quickly back to her table and flopped in her seat. Lou stared at her wide-eyed, waiting for the intel.

She looked at his big dumb face and couldn’t bring herself to end the game on such a sour note.

“Ah yeah, you’d never believe it. Tommy is actually Peter’s accountant and Peter is one knock-off Rolex away from going bankrupt.”

Lou’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? That’s quite a story. Accountants and knock-off Rolexes, huh?” He leaned back in his chair, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, clearly amused by Sasha’s creativity.

Sasha, still feeling the residual weight of the actual conversation she had overheard, forced a laugh. “Yeah, who would’ve thought, right? The things you learn just by eavesdropping a little,” she said, her tone light but her eyes not quite meeting Lou’s.

The game they had started, meant to ease the tension of their own date, had taken a surprising turn. Sasha found herself grappling with the unexpected reality of the situation she had just witnessed, while also trying to maintain the playful facade for Lou.

The tension from the start of the date re-appeared as quickly as it had vanished. Sasha’s steak and Lou’s alfredo each came out and their attentions shifted.

They each joined the ensemble of cutting and scraping while they chewed in silence.

[whats-her-quirk]

ugly sweater party

jean kirstein x fem!reader 18+ (minors do not interact) warnings: explicit sexual content, light exhibitionism, er*n is a dumbass, alcohol, puns wc: 1.3k

Mulled wine is flowing as you mix and mingle, jazzy holiday tunes buzzing from the built-in speakers on Eren’s flat screen. On Christmas day, you’re booked up with family—yours and Jean’s—but tonight, Christmas Eve, you’re free to party within reason. You wouldn’t want to be hungover for the big day, though some of your friends are drinking like there’s no tomorrow. Families can do that to a person. If anything, it’s everyone’s outfits that are driving you to drink.

The theme of the party is, unoriginally, ugly holiday sweaters. Not that there’s anything wrong with that; on the contrary, it’s fun to take the pressure off by dressing comfy and stupid for a night. For shits and giggles, you and Jean picked out sweaters for each other at the outlet mall. Jean chose a tacky number for you, complete with a stocking-shaped pocket on the front meant to hold a beer bottle. His ensemble was emblazoned with a scantily-clad santa on a stripper pole, the slogan, “Hoe, hoe, hoe,” knitted across the top. It’s infuriating how broad and sexy he looks with such a stupid shirt on, but then again, Jean makes just about anything look good.

Just before Jean returns from the charcuterie table, the host of the party sidles up to you. “Got a bottle opener in that thing?” Eren asks, wearing what looks to be a homemade sweater with two Christmas bows hot glued where his nipples should be. He crooks a finger into your sweater pocket, peeking down the front as if he’s going to get a glimpse of your tits in there. He’s one of the wasted ones—you can imagine his step-family is to blame. Still, you slap his hand and shoo him away.

“Don’t you have someone else to flirt with? I’d think you’d be sick of hitting on me by now.” You know he’s practically harmless, having put up with his antics when he was housemates with Jean in college, but it doesn’t make him less annoying.

Eren blows a strand of hair out of his eyes. “Fine, guess I’ll just go stand under the missile toad. All alone.” He’s not misspeaking; he’d tied a plastic missile to a plastic frog from the dollar store, mounted it in the kitchen doorway, and has been trying to make people kiss under it all night. It’s actually hilarious, but you’re not about to tell him that.

Jean approaches with a plate of cheese and crackers for the two of you to share. “The song says you better not pout, Jaeger.” You curl yourself into his side, letting him wrap an arm protectively around you though it’s not really necessary. Eren slinks away, looking dejected for about three seconds before he spots Reiner and Sasha passing under the missile toad at vaguely the same time, neither of them remotely interested in locking lips despite Eren’s protests.

“Dumbass,” Jean scoffs. He presses a kiss to the side of your head while you snag a few snacks off his plate. You should really drink water and get some food in you, but you get distracted, petting over Jean’s chest where his sweater is pulled snugly across it.

“He’s your friend, not mine,” you tease, tracing the stark black lettering of the naughty sweater slogan with a fingertip.

Jean shakes his head with a humorless laugh. “Nuh-uh. When you married into this family, you knew you were accepting him as your friend-in-law.”

“Mmm.” You’re not arguing, but you’re not agreeing either, so you change the subject while you munch on more crackers instead. “So how much longer can we claim to be newlyweds?”

Jean chuckles, legitimately this time. “Eh, it’s only been three months. I think we can get away with it. Why?”

Your hand flattens against his chest. “Because I really, really wanna kiss you right now. Like, a lot.”

Jean sucks in a breath and sets down his plate of cheese on the nearest surface. Then he laces his fingers with yours. “I know where we can go.”

Jean zigzags past the guests in the living room with you in tow. You don’t care who sees the two of you disappear up the stairs of Eren’s townhouse together. You’re not ashamed in the slightest when Jean pulls you into Eren’s bedroom and locks the door behind you. And honestly, everyone should be thanking you for pushing their coats off the bed and onto the floor before Jean pins you to it.

He stands between your legs at the end of the bed, folding over to kiss you while you kick off your ankle boots. Mumbled I love yous and fuck mes are spoken against skin as he peels your leggings down along with your panties before scrambling for his zipper. It’s only when Jean starts pulling off his top that you break the kiss. With a fistful of polyester, you stop him, lifting the hem to his mouth instead.

“The sweaters stay on,” you insist.

Laughing through his teeth, Jean slurs, “Fine, but don’t be too loud.” He pulls out his cock and stares down at your pussy while stroking himself to full hardness.

The music and chatter from downstairs is dulled by the door, your ears ringing a bit in the absence of people shouting needlessly (another effect of the wine). You lift your own sweater, pushing the itchy fabric up to show your lacy red bra. “We’ll see.”

Jean’s eyes roll before he guides his weeping tip to your cunt, swirling himself in your folds and mixing your wetness with his. He catches your clit at the top of each stroke, making you twitch and whine on top of the comforter. You can keep yourself from full-on shouting, but you’re not too concerned about keeping quiet. Not when Jean’s teeth and jaw are clenched around his slutty sweater and he’s teasing at the edge of your hole. Who’s going to hear with a party going on, anyway?

You can feel your thighs getting slicker, so turned on that you can hardly wait for him to be done teasing you. “Jean, please,” you moan, your mouth falling agape wantonly. You palm one of your own breasts while you squeeze him with your thighs, doing your best to tempt him to get on with it.

His mouth soaking the front of his sweater, Jean snarls something akin to baby and guides his cock inside you. Taking his time wetting a few inches, then pulling out to push back in farther. Your legs cross behind his back where he’s stooped over to reach you, Eren’s bed frame lower than your own at home, and you revel in the warmth and fullness until Jean’s hips start to snap.

Aiming for a sprint instead of a marathon, you clench around Jean’s juicy length and wiggle your hips, adding friction as he does the hard work of pounding into you. Keeping the volume low, you whimper and moan as you please. Maybe it’s the wine or maybe he really is hitting you deeper with every thrust, but either way, it sends your head spinning and with your wits dashed, your voice cracks over a rippling moan.

Jean hums and growls, keeping his teeth clenched around his sweater. The bed squeaks a little underneath you, but nothing major. As you feel yourself getting closer, you reach up to tweak Jean’s nipple until his eyes roll. Everything on your lower body is tight, clamped in anticipation of your impending release while Jean’s strokes jostle you up the bed—

The doorknob jiggles, followed by a pounding on the wood. “Hello? Who’s in here?”

You hardly have time to register Jaeger’s voice when Jean’s middle finger finds your clit. You shove your fist in your mouth but scream anyway, twitching as you reach your peak with your eyes locked on Jean’s. Your climax pulls him over, fabric dropping from his mouth with a groan and a shudder as he coats your walls with white. You huff a few breaths from each other’s mouths until he’s spent, collapsing into a kiss while Eren continues to pound on the door.

“Get out of my room, you fuckers!”

You laugh so hard, Jean’s cock slips out. With a kiss to your neck, Jean whispers, “Well, if he wasn’t jealous before…”

[missmeinyourbones]

for your event <3 armin + "for the first time i had something to lose" :)

“FOR THE FIRST TIME I HAD SOMETHING TO LOSE” (A. ARLERT)

part of L’s RED (TV) EVENT!

When you returned from running errands, your place smelt of lemon scented cleaning products—an aroma you were very familiar with, knowing that Armin officially deemed Sundays as cleaning days. You place your keys into their designated bowl as you lock the front door behind you, scanning your surroundings for a certain blue-eyed suitor.

You find him in your bedroom, cleaning out a cluttered box that usually sits hidden beneath your shared bed. Junk of all sorts is splayed out all across the carpet; from old Pokémon cards he’s collected over the years to random receipts he’s hoarded in case he ever needed to return an item (something he’s never done). 

Entranced in his own little world of nostalgia, he finally notices your presence as you sit down beside him, fingers softly massaging themselves into his hair.

“Oh, hi love,” he says softy. You kiss him as a greeting, and the two of you silently sort through the contents of the box together for a while. 

He interrupts the comfortable silence with an order, “Can you pass me that, please?”

He’s motioning to a picture frame next to you, discarded on the floor along with many other miscellaneous items. You grab it and hand it to him, but not without taking a moment to observe the photo underneath the glass. It’s a heartwarming image of the two of you, Sasha, and Jean, taken from one of your many nights out. You seem to be in a bar, but you can’t recall the name of it. 

You can’t remember that specific night at all, actually, as you hand the frame to your lover. However, the image does cause you to recall another memory.

“Remember the first time I met your friends?” you ask him, watching his face visually turn into a grimace as he shakes his head, scornfully. 

“Yeah, I don’t think I could forget something as traumatic as that.”

“Oh please—you’re so dramatic, it wasn’t even that bad.”

“Yes, it was,” he insists, propping the framed photo up and onto your bookshelf.

His eyes roll at the memory being awakened within him, “I had been pestering Eren for weeks in advance, telling him not to do anything stupid around you. It’s like I was training him for you.” He cracks a smile at his recollection of Eren swearing to be on his best behavior for your honor. 

“So when him and Connie almost decapitated you with their dart-throwing competition,” he says causally, making you snort with laughter, “I was mortified.”

You shake your head thinking about the boys antics. Sure, they were a lot to handle, but they were kind and welcoming. It was a memory you held dear to your heart, not knowing the beautiful relationship it would lead to.

You place your head on his shoulder where it seems to rest perfectly, “Why were you so worried?”

“Well,” Armin sighs, closing up the now neatly-organized box, “For the first time I had something to lose," he admits. He feels the weight of your head tilt on his shoulder, meaning your interest has been piqued. “I wanted them to make a good impression, so all of my favorite people could like one another,” he insists, remembering how nauseous he was while planning the event, “I didn’t want their weirdness scaring you away or anything.”

You look up and smile at him, always so loving and thoughtful. You’d have been a fool to not fall for him, whether his friends were lunatics or not. “Well it didn’t, ‘cause they were hilarious,” you say against his skin. “And anyways, I already knew how weird you were.”

“What? How?” he panics, face already reddening at his mental list of potential things you could say right now. 

“Armin, you brought your own silverware to the restaurant on our first date. No one normal does that,” you peck his cheek, feeling his skin get hot almost instantly at your touch.

He attempts to hide his face in his collar out of embarrassment, but you refuse to let him as you nuzzle closer into his neck.

“Don’t worry, I thought it was cute,” you reassure him, “And if that didn’t scare me away, I don’t think anything can.”

NOTE: this was another pairing that was such a good match omfg. armin + holy ground??? imagine him dancing around to it. rn. OMFG hes so cute i had so much fun w this one 

[postwarlevi]

Mistletoe

Content: 2.2k words of fluff. Decorating with the gang leads to something unexpected.

a/n- This was just supposed to be a short introduction piece to another story and stop at the 'continue reading'. But I ran with it! :)

It's not long before the holidays, everyone is in good spirits, there's less work being assigned for a little while and decorations around the room are finally finished.

A few individuals have just come back from hauling in a large tree to decorate tonight.

"Hey."

You turn around to find Eren smiling at you.

"Hey bright eyes." You use the nickname you gave him long ago.

"Looking good." He leaves it open as to whether he means the room, or you.

You roll your eyes. "What do you want?"

Jean is talking to Connie not far off, possibly listening in.

"Wanna help me put the star on the tree later?" He asks.

"Maybe." You know he's up to something.

You let Eren lead you to a specific spot in the room, and he points up.

"Seriously?" You cross your arms and let out a laugh.

Of course, it's mistletoe.

Jean's eyes narrow from across the room. Yes, you and Eren are friends, but he's been known to purposely mess with you to bother Jean.

You don't really mind so much. It's usually harmless fun and you wish Jean wouldn't get so worked up over it.

"Okay?" Eren asks.

You just shrug, because you already see how this will play out.

Whether you say okay, and especially if you don't, it will be the same.

As Eren leans in he is blocked by Jean, who has never moved so fast in his life.

"Get the hell outta here." He growls at Eren.

"It's tradition. Move."

"Not for you, it's not." Jean will be damned if he lets Eren come near you.

You look over at Connie, who just shakes his head and walks away. He has finally learned to stay out of it.

"What are you going to do about it?" Eren incites Jean further.

All of a sudden Jean turns to you and plants a quick kiss on your lips.

"Hey!" You pull back, not expecting it. That part you did not see coming. The fondness between you two doesn't quite go that far.

"There, done. Go."

"That was pathetic." Eren shakes his head.

"I'm her best friend, I can do what I want." Jean speaks without thinking.

"That's not how that works." You try to get a word in, but they're not listening.

Just as Eren is about to respond they both get shoved hard.

"If you brats are done being creeps, maybe you can go do something productive." Levi is probably just as tired of their antics are you are.

"He started it!" Both boys try to blame each other, then start to argue.

You see Levi about to let them both have it again and intervene.

"Hey Jean, Mikasa was putting up the other one." You mention the mistletoe, pointing to the next room over where you last saw her talking with Sasha.

Jean stops and processes this, while Eren glares.

"Seriously?" Eren is annoyed.

"Still wanna decorate with me later?" You grin at him.

Levi smirks as Jean hurries off.

"Kirstein, don't even think about it." Eren ignores you and goes after Jean. He doesn't like this now that he's on the opposite end.

And with that they're off to pester someone else.

"Look at you, being an instigator." Levi says.

"They do this all the time." You really didn't do much.

"Try to kiss you?" Levi wonders.

You laugh. "No. Get on each others nerves." Not that Levi doesn't already know that.

"And now you've sent them to get on someone elses nerves."

"Mikasa will put them both in their place." She won't put up with it.

"That she will. Not that you couldn't." You didn't really need saving, but Levi doesn't mind.

"Of course."

"Looks good." Levi finally glances around the room.

"Thanks."

There's a break of silence and Levi clears his throat. "I'll see you."

"Hey Captain?" You say as he goes to leave.

Levi pauses and looks back at you, just in time for you to lightly kiss his cheek.

"Thanks." You say, both about helping you out and the compliment.

"What was that for?" You leave him with a small blush across his cheeks. You've never done anything like that before.

"Mistletoe." He is standing under the doorway, after all.

"Tch. Alright." He can let it slide. No one else better try it, though.

Going your separate ways, you don't get far when Levi is calling your name.

"Throw a little garland around my office later." You've got him feeling in the holiday spirit.

"Sure thing." You give him a smile and catch the faintest upward tug of his lips as well before you go to find more decorations.

You wonder what color Levi would like best, and privately he wonders if there will be more mistletoe.

It's not long after that you're knocking on Levis office door holding a box of goodies, which he has you set down and watches you go through it.

"That was fast."

"I like doing this. Besides, didn't want to give you the chance to change your mind. Color?" You hold up green and silver garland.

He opts for both when he sees how much you're enjoying yourself. He helps you with string of lights and a few other items that are hung as well.

"How come you let Eren mess with you?" Levi asks suddenly.

"It's nothing. We're actually friends. I just don't like when I get caught in the middle of him and Jean."

Eren only acts up when he knows Jean is paying attention. Otherwise you two get along quite well.

"And what about Jean?" There's no harm in trying to understand your relationship better.

"He's my best friend. I'm always on his side."

The way Jean always looks out for you, and you can tell him things and always have him be understanding, are only a couple of the reasons you don't mind putting up with his nonsense sometimes.

"Even when he's accosting you?" Levi raises an eyebrow.

You snort. "He said he was sorry." He also said he'd do it again if he had to. But you don't need to mention that.

"No more mistletoe?" Levi asks sarcastically once the box of decorations is empty.

"What, you want everyone stopping by to feel obligated?"

"No." God no.

"Looks good." You admire the work you've done.

"Yeah. It's nice." He actually doesn't mind it.

It makes you feel warm that Levi has asked you to do this with him.

"Are you gonna help with the tree later?" You ask.

"This is probably enough for one day."

"Awe, come on. There will be hot chocolate and candy canes."

"Is that supposed to make me say yes?"

"How about, because I'm asking you to."

That's a better reason.

"Maybe."

"I'll take it." You laugh as he gives you the answer you gave to Eren earlier.

You grab the empty box and wave goodbye to each other for now.

Later after dinner, everyone has started trimming the tree with garland, lights and ornaments.

Levi comes in and goes to sit in his normal chair and just watches.

You pause and pull a candy cane off the tree to give to Levi, along with a cup of that hot chocolate you promised, and he nods his thanks as you continue decorating.

The tinsel turns into a disaster as everyone tries to throw it at each other.

Levi sees you interact with Jean and Sasha the most. Connie is in on it too, also going over to Eren, who has otherwise stuck with his usual of Mikasa and Armin, the latter of which sways into your group at one point.

He notices Jeans arm around your waist, and the way you reach for Sashas hand as you laugh together. Even Armin embraces you as you two share a soft smile.

Levi doesn't know if he quite understands this affection between friends, but he's seen you do it before, and you all seem to like it.

"Alright, star time." Armin holds it up and Eren claims it right away.

"Pretty sure that's mine." You declare.

No one argues and Eren holds it out to you with a smile.

But everyone is left wondering when you take it over to where Levi is sitting.

"Help me out?"

Everyone is invested in his answer. You've put him on the spot.

"Well, since you can't do anything yourself, apparently." Levi puts his mug down and helps you up on the step ladder placed in the corner.

Eren crosses his arms, Mikasa rolls her eyes at his sore reaction, Jean can't stop smiling at Eren sulking, and everyone can't believe you got Levi to assist in decorating.

But what Levi is actually doing, is assisting you.

With his hands on your waist so you don't fall, you place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze so you can reach over to put on the tree topper.

Levi helps you down as well and everyone takes a moment to admire the tree, the room looking complete now.

"Thanks." You say to Levi quietly, who gives you a soft look.

More candy canes and hot chocolate is passed around while everyone gets situated to watch a holiday movie.

Levi sticks around as well, claiming his chair once again.

You snuggle in between Jean and Sasha on the couch, your comfortable go to spot.

Every once in a while you feel someones eyes on you, and you're finally able to catch Levi looking at you, whose eyes quickly go back to the tv. You can't help but wonder what he's thinking.

It's late when the movie ends and everyone heads off to sleep.

You're just stepping past the doorway when you hear your name.

"Yes, Eren?" You turn back around.

"Wasn't nice to leave me hanging." He says about the tree star.

"Is that so?" You roll your eyes but smile.

Eren points up to the mistletoe, which is all it takes for someone else to notice.

"Jaeger!" Jean growls, stepping closer to Eren. Enough is enough.

However nothing else comes about because Levi clears his throat and steps in between you and the other two.

"Do they ever quit?" Levi asks, making you smile and shake your head.

Eren and Jean look at each other, then back at Levi.

"How do you get them to stop?"

"I don't know." You don't bother anymore.

Levi thinks about you liking to be affectionate with your friends.

"I do." You didn't seem to mind when he helped you with the tree topper.

"Oh?" You're interested.

As Levi nods slowly and reaches forward to use his fingers to push your hair back, he hopes you include him in your group.

Eren and Jean are dead silent, having trouble comprehending their normally disagreeable Captain showing you tenderness.

"Did you spike the hot chocolate?" He wants to know.

"What?" You ask while looking at him, a little dazed at his actions.

"Just checking." If you haven't, Levi can't use that as an excuse.

He's going to finish this, as long as you let him.

With a finger under your chin, and a gentle expression, Levi raises his eyebrow.

"Okay?" He asks permission like Eren earlier.

This time you are to stunned to do anything but blink, but you don't stop him and you're both left blushing as Levi leaves a delicate kiss on your lips.

While it's quick, you can still taste warm chocolate and peppermint.

Both Eren and Jean are wide eyed, feeling sheepish about what they've just witnessed.

Levi pulls back and removes his fingers, checking your expression which appears shocked, but not upset.

"I think we need to remove these tomorrow and replace them with something different." Levi says of the troublemaking mistletoe.

"Okay?" Levis eyes finally leave you to turn to the boys.

"Of course!" Eren agrees quickly.

"Right away!" Jean doesn't understand how Levi can go from the sweet looks he gives you to the hard ones they now receive that fast.

Levi turns back to you and knows he's left you wondering. That's just how it has to be for now.

"Good night." He says quietly, and you both feel a little differently when he passes you and your arms brush together.

Leaving you three standing there, Eren isn't sure if he's telling everyone, or no one, what has just happened.

Jean has a million questions for you.

But you can't possibly think straight, so everyone goes their separate ways without another word.

Laying in bed, you try to figure out if your actions of the cheek kiss earlier, decorating the office, touching under the tree lights, Eren and Jean being idiots, standing under the mistletoe, Levis own mind, all of it, or something different, that made him kiss you.

Do you bring it up again? Pretend it didn't happen? How do you tell him it's left you with butterflies? What happens now?

It is hours before you finally fall asleep.

Little do you know, Levi is up thinking about all the same things you are, too.

Being an insomniac has nothing to do with it.

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a/n- A fic featuring Eren? I totally see him doing this to annoy Jean lol This is still a primarily Levi x reader story though. Another story will be a continuation of this, debuting after Christmas since it's not holiday themed. I'm finally gonna try to do a detailed 'what happens after that first show of affection' story! :)

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Not so Hard Run Ins {Reiner Braun x Reader}

Warnings: none, just fluff and embarrassing stuff lol

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: You just wanted to return a shirt Marco had lended you, instead you found yourself face to face with your longtime crush.... or rather face to chest.

inspired by this tiktok

Anyways - I love Reiner and his hella mommy milkers (I've loved this hoe since season 1, I am the ultimate Reiner simp)

Sasha let out a long groan as she stretched her arms high above her head. Her joints cracked and popped as she did so. “Gah! I’m so hungry!” She whined.

“Please - you’re hungry all the time.” You chuckled softly, landing a light punch across Sasha’s arm. The girl overreacted, splayed herself across the porch banister and placed the back of her hand across her forehead like some kind of damsel in distress.

“Oh woe is me! I have been slain!” She cried out.

Connie, who was walking from the training field with Jean and Marco, quickly joined in on the antics. He laid himself across the banister next to Sasha in a similar fashion and began to lament of their shared demise. Something about how if Sasha, his partner in crime and fellow prankster, died - he too would die of heartbreak and boredom.

Rolling your eyes, you walk into the cafeteria with Marco as Jean attempts to pull them out of their improve scene.

“When those two start acting up, I can’t help but feel old.” You muttered as you snatched a plate of whatever mediocre slop they had been feeding the training corps the last three years and some stale bread.

Marco chuckled. “Come on (Y/N), don’t say that. You’re only a few years older than us. It’s not like you’re some old lady who can barely walk.” He sat down on the bench gently while you plopped down without a care.

Rolling your shoulder, you scoffed. “I sure feel like it with all this hand to hand combat lately. I just want to get back to ODM training already.”

Two more, much taller figures than you and Marco sat down across from you with their own meals.

“Well now, if you’re an old lady does that make Bertholdt and I old men?” Reiner joked before taking a bite of his bread. “We’re the same age after all.” He added, sending you a soft smile.

Clenching your fist under the table, you turned your gaze to your dinner and fought back the oncoming heat to your cheeks. You’re not sure when it happened - but along the path of tough,constant training and awkward teenage development, you found yourself in love with the muscular blond. You didn’t think much of him at first, thinking he was just like the other stupid boys from your village that showed off their muscles in an attempt to woo girls like you and your friends.

But that idea began to crumble when his brotherly nature was revealed and he offered a helping hand to the other cadets when they needed it. The misconception was practically destroyed the day he offered to carry you back to camp after you had rammed right into a tree while using ODM gear. You had originally wanted to curse out Eren for being overly cocky and nearly crashing into you, which caused you to overcorrect and smash into the tree - but the feeling of Reiner’s muscular back against your chest was just too distracting. That night you practically ran to bed in an embarrassed mess.

Tonight would no doubt be the same if Reiner continued to joke around with you.

Shoveling some food into your mouth, you leaned onto the table with your elbows and pointed the old spoon at Reiner. “I’m - what - 3 months older than you? I’ve practically got years of wisdom on you.”

Reiner laughed at your remark just as the rest of your friends joined the table - Sasha and Connie sporting reddened ears and Jean nearly having a vein in his forehead pop.

Smiling at your fellow cadets, you let yourself fall into the flow of conversation. And although you loved and appreciated all your friends, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over to Reiner every once in a while.

Thankfully, there was no after dinner training - so the cadets had a few hours of freetime until the lights went out. This gave you the chance to finally get around to cleaning your laundry and refreshing your ODM gear.

While others found doing laundry to be a pain Sasha, you found the rhythmic pattern to be soothing and comfortable. Because of this, more than often, you would do laundry for yourself and few of your friends.

Popping your head into the giant dorm room, you called out to the rest of the girls. “Hey, does anyone need their laundry done? I want to get it done before it gets dark so give it to me now if you want.” Most of the girls shook their head, thanking you for the offer, but some of the others handed off small baskets of clothes and bedsheets.

“Thank you so much (Y/N)!” Christa exclaimed.

You smiled back at her. “It’s no problem. This way they'll be able to dry overnight if need be.”

Walking back outside with a few more baskets of laundry, you set to work. It was the height of summer and the sun was still beating down on the poor training corps. Thankfully, it hadn’t rained in some time so there was no lingering humidity that would prolong the drying process.

It was so hot and dry that your first round of laundry was done drying by the time you finished washing the entire load. Pulling the dry laundry off of the pins, you brought them inside and to their appropriate owners before going to the equipment building to clean and polish your ODM gear.

By the time you returned to the hanging clothes, the sun was starting to set.

You smiled in victory at the realization that all of the laundry had dried. Setting everything in the appropriate baskets, you lugged the now clean clothes and bedsheets inside. The girls who had taken up your offer thanked you again as they readied themselves for bed.

Taking your own basket to your bed (thank god for having the bottom bunk) you began to unload and fold the laundry. All was normal until you came across a large navy blue shirt. It was certainly too big to be yours and you didn’t own anything like this.

Then you remembered. Slapping a hand across your forehead, you let out a long sigh.

The week prior, Sasha had knocked you right into the mud during some after dinner training. Thankfully Marco and Jean were watching the two of you, so being the kind soul he was, Marco rushed into his dorm and grabbed an extra shirt for you to change into quickly.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you glanced out the window. The sun had set, but the torches outside and lights inside the other buildings were still lit.

Turning to Mikasa, you asked, “do you think I have enough time to return this shirt to Marco? Before lights out?”

The ravenette glanced at you, the shirt, outside the window, and then back to you. She nodded lightly. “Yeah, I think it’s safe. The sun set only a few minutes ago. Lights shouldn’t be called for another 30 minutes.”

Letting out a breath of relief, you jogged out the door and called out a thanks to Mikasa for her stable judgment.

It wasn’t uncommon for cadets to go back and forth between the dorms despite their gender. You and Sasha were often found invading Jean and Connie’s space to beg them to play cards with you two and Marco. Eren and Armin always seemed to be calling for Mikasa to come hang out with them too. But that was when the sun was out.

Going to the others’ dormitory building when the sun had already set was sort of...taboo among cadets, even if it was technically allowed.

No one just wanted to walk into the dorms when the chance of walking into the other cadets changing or even bathing were at its peak. But this was just a quick trip in and out. You’d be fine.

Slipping into the boys dormitory hall, you started the familiar trek to the dorm room Marco was in. It was practically ingrained into your head at this point (not to mention that the dorm buildings’ layouts were the exact same). You expected to run in and run out - no issues.

That was until you turned a corner and came face first with a wall. At least that’s what you would’ve thought if the wall didn’t let out a surprised grunt.

Horror flooded through your veins as you realized your cheek was pressed right against someone’s bare chest, the heat of their skin radiating across your face. Glancing up, that horror doubled - no, tripled - in size.

You hadn’t just ran into some random boy. No - you had just ran right into Reiner Braun, who was only clad in a towel around his waist with skin still damp from his shower.

The red blush you had pushed back at dinner came back full force. The two of you stared at each other for a moment in surprise. Reiner’s own blush spread across his cheeks and ears.

“He’s really warm.” You thought. “And a lot more muscular than I thought. Yet his chest is so soft. I feel like I could fall asleep on it.” You stared at his deep hazel eyes. “I really want to run my hands across his chest. Does he have abs too? Oh what I would do to be able to let my hands wander down furth-”

A droplet of water from Reiner’s hair dripped onto your nose.

“THIS IS FOR MARCO PLEASE GIVE IT TO HIM!” You screamed, shoving the now wrinkled shirt into Reiner’s chest.

Not waiting for a response, you turned onto your heel and ran out of the dorm practically screaming - a high pitched whine and curses following your wake. You didn’t stop until you had your face planted into the mattress and body huddled in blankets.

Your entire body was on fire as your friends questioned what had happened. Some were more worried, like Christa; while others immediately thought the worst may have happened like Mikasa and Sasha. Eventually, when you kept shaking your head and refused to come out of your blankets, your friend retired to their beds. All except Sasha, who sat next to you, swinging her legs back and forth as she waited.

Peeking out of the blanket, you looked up at her.

“I did something so embarrassing, Sash.”

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The Beach (Levi Ackerman x reader)

Description: During the beach scene in attack on titan. I changed this scene a bit because I felt it could be more light hearted and more fun after the cut. So be aware that it may not be that exact scene (in terms of what gets said) but roughly the same idea.

Characters: Y/n, Levi, Hange, Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Sasha, Connie

Pov: third person

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff and just chill vibes.

A/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEVI ACKERMAN! Hello! As of right now I'll be focusing the next several pieces on AOT. This is the third and the final piece I'll be writing about Levi. Feel free to request any Levi Ackerman writings at any time though. Have a good read!

Word Count:

Song suggestion: This has nothing to do with this piece but I've been jamming to Judas by Lady Gaga so if ur not a nerd listen to it.

*none of the Gifs used are mine, full credit goes to the maker

The dust that Scout's horses picked up enclosed around them, swallowing them up in a thick cloud of brown. The air was similarly thick around them.

Her hands were shaking, clutching the reigns of her horse, pulling them close to her chest. Y/n wasn't scared though. The things she'd experienced in the almost four years since she'd joined the scouts had changed what the concept of fear was for her. She felt tense- anxiety ridden. She felt like something was about to happen, and the way Eren spoke- it definitely was.

They passed a wall, and Eren's voice cut through the long silence. "I'm sure of it. This is the place where they turned the Eldians titan, which means just up there."

He beckoned them on, rushing his horse forward. Armin swallowed harshly, his eyes meeting y/n's for a beat. They shared a look, that displayed their mutual concerns before it broke.

Y/n had kept close to Armin, whose presence often calmed her. It was strange, but Armin never hid his emotions or disguised his fear (something her friends did so often.) And there was comfort in that. It made her feel less vulnerable.

Levi often teased her for that- but she knew he respected their friendship. Y/n looked to where he rode ahead of her. His hands were steady, expression focused. It unnerved her how he could be so calm.

She blinked away her focus, returning her gaze back to looking straight ahead. Eren led the group to what appeared to be a cliff, and when they reached the top...they saw.

The group seemed to all stop at once, realizing what they found. It was silent, except for the blowing of the waves before them. It was water- the ocean. They all stared, stunned.

Sasha and Connie had mutual expressions of open mouth wonder. Y/n just stared, aghast. Eren on the other hand looked unsurprised and almost bored.

One by one they slipped off the backs of their horses, most rolling up their pant legs and trodding into the water.

Y/n did a little dance in the water, laughing as Connie playfully splashed Sasha in the eyes. Sasha screamed in pain, "my eyes!" After she recovered, she splashed Connie back. Or tried to. At the last second Connie ducked and the salty sea spray hit y/n dead in the face instead.

"Sasha!" Her friend giggled sheepishly. Y/n tackled her into the water, the two becoming completely soaked. Connie chuckled at their antics, pointing his index finger at them with his right hand and keeping his left to his chest. The two girls shared a mischievous look which caused Connie's laughter to die out immediately.

"Take him down!" "Hiya!" Working in sync the two tackled him into the water. The three resurfaced and giggled at each other's soaked expressions. "It's so salty!" Jean was a few paces ahead of them and had just drank some of the water.

"Jean what the fuck. You really need to stop putting things into your mouth if you don't know what's in them." Y/n stood up, twisting her hair to relieve it of some water. Raising a brow, Jean leaned towards her. "Says the girl deep diving into it. Armin says there's nothing in here but salt anyway, and besides someone was bound to drink from here. I just saved them the extra hassle." Y/n flicked water at him. "How gallant of you."

Eren's monologue interrupted them then, they way he sounded close to tears, his voice creaking at the last sentence begged for their concentration. "Will we finally be free?" No one spoke, whatever light mood that existed now diminished.

"way to kill the mood Jaeger." Jean muttered, but he seemed just as solemn as Eren. "Don't worry, I'll lighten it up." Y/n shoved Jean down, and into the water. He landed with a surprised yelp and everyone turned, broken out of their private misery.

"Really y/l/n!" Jean spat, his cheeks dusted with blush. Y/n giggled, until she was cut off by Jean grabbing her and pulling her down into the water. "Shit!" She gasped out, landing in the water beside him.

"Are you serious! Jean, I just rang out my hair!" Jean opened his mouth to retort when sasha and Connie interrupted, shouting "Dog pile!" Jean and Y/n's eyes widened. "No!" "Wait-!" As Kenny once said, kaboom.

Now, all four of them were completely soaked, but none of them really cared. They bursted out laughing, each pointing at one another in amusement. The reflex seemed almost unnatural- it'd been so long since her last belly laugh. Connie, Sasha, and Jean felt similar and the tears they shed weren't just from their chuckles, but something deeper.

Y/n left the three to splash each other, waddling over to Armin, Mikasa, and Eren. Eren still looked off into the horizon but the tenseness in his shoulders seemed lighter. "What do you have there, Armin." She spoke softly to her friend, marveling at the shell he had gently lying in his palms. "Some sort of shell..." His gaze met hers. "I'm sure there have to be hundreds here." Y/n smiled.

"Did you think it'd be like this? Big, breezy, and beautiful?" Armin looked up, looking beyond Eren. "Maybe something close...I just never expected to actually see it...let alone feel it." They shared another look before they turned to Mikasa. She had gotten closer to Eren, but her gaze was in the water. She was kicking at it, her expression unreadable.

"hmmm." Y/n hummed, tapping her chin. She took off, running past Eren and to the left of him. "Hey! Y/l/n, don't go out too far!" Levi called after her. At the left edge, she stopped, bending down and searching fervently in the waters.

"There must be hundreds..."she mumbled to herself, brow furrowed in concentration. "Ah hah!" She straightened, a single white shell lying in the palm of her hand. She ran back, to armin, mikasa, and Eren. She skidded to a stop directly in front of Mikasa, who gave her an amused look.

Y/n dropped to a knee, sticking up her palm. "For my favorite Ackerman!" "Oi!" Levi grunted from behind her and Mikasa blushed. "Thank you, y/n." The young girl smiled, gently picking up the shell. "You are my favorite y/l/n." Y/n crossed her arms. "I'm the only y/l/n." Mikasa smiled a bit brighter.

Eren had turned towards them, snapping out of his gaze from the unusual commotion. He had watched the two interact and the way Mikasa had gently lifted the shell and just as gently cradled it caused the corner of his lips to upturn.

Y/n noticed. "I can find you one too, Eren. Although I'm afraid finding one as pretty as Armin's is impossible and thus out of the question." Eren softened and shook his head. "No, thank you, y/n." She stood up from her position, and was immediately wrapped in a quick hug from Mikasa.

"Oh! What's this?" Hanje lifted something reminiscent of a burnt rock from the water, gently rubbing her fingers over it. Y/n drew closer, allowing Hanje to explain all of the oddities she found. Y/n nodded along, only half understanding what her friend was ranting about.

Finally Hanje gasped with delight- cutting herself off. "there's more over here!" She pranced away from y/n, pausing several steps away and bending down to search for more.

Finally y/n turned to Levi, who had already been watching her. He seemed so out of place it was funny. His arms were crossed and he looked disinterested...but y/n knew that he was just uncomfortable. They watched each other, taking their differences in.

Really Levi couldn't believe how different two people could be. There y/n stood, a breeze sifting through her hair, her entire outfit completely soaked, and a stupid grin on her face. She was some brat- he'd admit it.

"You're going to get sick, y/n." She smiled, wading through the low tide to where he stood. "You'd love the chance to take care of me." "Tch, I deal with you enough as is." The two had shortened the distance between each other.

The wind ruffled his undercut. "It's a lot less scary than it looks." Y/n gently nudged him with her shoulder. "I'm not scared." Levi gave her a sharp look and anyone one else would've slinked away, but y/n wasn't anyone else- especially not to Levi.

Gently she took his hand in hers, squeezing it softly. He narrowed his eyes, the silver orbs twinkling against the sunset. He interlaced his fingers with her own though, his deep admiration for y/n often undermined his "tough guy" resolve.

Y/n smiled at him, "Okay old man are you going to roll up those pants or will I have to?" Levi sighed, grumbling under his breath as he bent down. "If I get sick from this-" she rolled her eyes. "Levi it's water. The thing you bathe in, clean with, drink. You will not get sick."

He pulled a sock off. "Tch, I once saw you find a piece of uneaten bread hidden behind books in the library, and watched you eat it without question. I don't believe anything you say about what's healthy and what's not, brat." Y/n helped him fold his socks neatly next to his shoes. "That was one time!" He paused. "And it's scarred into my memory."

Again, y/n rolled her eyes. However, the smile on her never even flinched. She grabbed Levi's hand and yanked him forward. He gasped, but y/n only sped up. "Oi, oi, oi, wait! You're going to fast, we'll-" They splashed into the water, splashing it up to their faces.

Levi's eyes were wide, and he seemed absolutely at a loss for what to do with himself. Finally he met her gaze, and saw how she looked at him. Levi felt his cheeks flush. "Tch, fine it's not as bad as I thought." He turned to leave, but she yanked him back to her.

"hey, hey, hey mateo, mateo." She pulled him so that his side was resting against her, he turned back to y/n. "Stay awhile." She said gently. Her smile had changed now, and Levi noticed. His shoulders relaxed. He realized now why this was so important to her. This could be the last chance they had.

Then she kicked water at him.

"Y/n!" She laughed and backed deeper into the water. "You may be humanity's greatest titan fighter..." She began to move her arms around wildly. "But I am humanity's greatest Levi Ackerman fighter." Levi sighed, unamused. "You got water on my pants!" He moved towards her.

"The target approaches, seemingly irritated." She backed away. "Tch, Seemingly?" Levi's hand balled into fists. "He's going deeper into enemy territory, what will y/n do?" "Y/n should run." Levi got closer.

He jumped at her, and she tackled him, the two landing into the water. Once again y/n became instantly soaked, and Levi was now in the same boat, wet completely from head to toe. "It is salty!" Levi gasped out, his arms still wrapped around y/n. "Did you think we were all lying before?" Y/n laughed, watching as Levi struggled to get salty water from his eyes.

He pulled his fist from his eye, finally looking at y/n. She was soaked, probably more than he was, but she was as radiant as could be, her eyes shining, her smile wide, and her hair blowing softly. He stared at her several seconds, lost in how beautiful she was. Sometimes he had a difficult time believing that someone like her could ever be interested in someone like him. "I love you." He clutched her tighter to him.

Her face became more serious, and she closed her mouth. Y/n gently put a wet thumb on his cheek. "I love you too, Levi." They stayed there, in that moment together.

"and yet I'm only your second favorite Ackerman." Y/n sighed, going to pull away, but Levi grabbed her and to her surprise he laughed.

"What's so funny?" Levi and y/n turned, Connie, Sasha, Jean, Hanje, Eren, Armin, and Mikasa all stood over them.

"None of your business, brats." Levi said, crossing his arms. The group shared a glance. "Oh, no, guys wait-" Connie, Sasha, Jean, Hanje, and Mikasa attacked, jumping to tackle them, splashing and creating a mini hurricane.

Armin and Eren watched, still standing. Armin was smiling, whilst Eren's expression still remained cautious. The tension he had carried moments before abandoned him though, and it seemed as though now for the small moment they had, they all realized- only now could they truly live it.

Today was today and that was all they had for certain.

"There's water in a place where water should definitely not be!"

"Don't make me drown you!"

"Who's foot is this?"

"What's gonna happen when we leave? Will we still be wet?"

"GODDAMNIT I KEEP SWALLOWING IT! WHY DOES IT BURN!"

"you all are no match for my skills- I am unconquerable!"

"Yeah, I'm never doing this again."

Armin turned to Eren. "Sometimes... sometimes I believe that it'll never get better than this." He took a breath and Eren put a hand on his shoulder. "Right now...I think...I think you may be right, Armin."

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A/n: hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this, feel free to request more Levi Ackerman or to give critism. Merry Christmas!

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[animesllut666]

You are me, an I am you.

(Time Skip)

Characters: Sasha Bruas x FTwinReader ft. Levi an Eren

Anime: Attack on Titan

Warnings: little violence, rudeness, stealing, antics

Request: Yes or No: So is it okay if I ask for a timeskip sasha braus x twin sister reader since me and her are the same age(19) , and we both are in love with food and are goofy. @i-love-me-some-anime-men (also love the name, I too love me some anime men)

A/N: I feel like Sasha would 100% be the twin to suggest all the dangerous or sketchy ideas.

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"Are you sure about this, we might get in trouble." You mumbled, turn around in a circle to survey the area, the whines of the horses being heard behind you as you froze. Thinking you saw a shape in the woods, "What if Captain Levi or Erwin catches us?"

"Eh, who cares about them? What will they do? An what's wrong with feeding the horses? Nothing."

Nodding, an finally deciding to just say screw it. You followed your twin towards the stable, corn cobs an apple cores in hand with some carrots. The closer you both crept towards the stalls the more at easy an unaware of your surroundings.

"What are you two doing?" A voice spoke from the shadows, "RUN! ABORT MISSION!" Sasha said, tossing the veggies toward the horses as you followed suit. Though chosing to drop the goods, an run, Levi watching from the shadows as he rolled his eyes. Trying to decide if he really wanted to punish the two of you or not.

It wasn't bad what you both were doing, not compared to the time you both broke I to the cafeteria to eat the game hens an mashed potatoes. That, did earn a punishment an you both running back and forth till you both literally passed out. Nor the time Erwin had caught you both trying to 'decorate' his office for his birthday, but really it was just paper penises an boobies with a hint of chaos around the office. That earned them cleaning up the barracks for a straight month.

But this? Feeding the horses a little midnight snack, Levi didn't see an issue with it. Because, in truth he was going to do the same thing.

"Those damn kids," He mumbled shaking his head, as he watching them run towards the cafeteria instead of back their rooms. Rolling his eyes, he gave the treats to the horses before walking towards the cafeteria, seeing Sasha an you breaking in from a window that was left open.

"Levi can probably hear us, or is behind us as we speak," They mentioned walking casually towards the kitchen. The sound of Sasha an their own stomach growling at the smell of bread in the distance. "All that running made me hungry, an I know it made you hungry as well."

"Why are you two like this?" Eren stated, emerging from behind the kitchen door, his hands behind his back as he scolded you too. "Says the one that is also in here," You stated pointing an accusing finger at him, "Says all three of you. Why the hell are you scolding them Eren?" Levi said, shooting daggers at the dark haired teen.

"What? They broke in fi.. oh well, technically I did, ow! Stop hitting me!" Eren shouted, Levi walking past the twins as they stood with bread an potatoes in hand.

"Don't eat everything. Or destroy anything." Was the last word Levi spoke to them before dragging Eren out of the building.

[goldenkirstein]

somewhere only we know

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chapter two: don't know where, don't know when

pairing: jean x gn! reader, mikasa ackerman x gn! platonic! reader

wc: 2.2k+

tags: angst, fluff, aot manga spoilers, mention of food/drink, mentions of death.

a/n: chapter two !! finally done my exams, this took me a while to finish but hopefully it sounds good and you enjoy it !! feedback is always appreciated

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The shrill noise of the kettle broke you out of your thoughts.

You reached over to the cupboard situated next to the stove, taking two tiny teacups alongside a teapot and set them down on the countertop. Hands moving like clockwork, you grabbed the loose leaf tea jar and placed two spoonful's in the teapot. Your hand moved to grasp the small cotton cloth from the counter, swiftly pouring the hot water into the teapot before placing the kettle back to cool down.

You chuckled at the sight in front of you; the teaware set adorning your family crest, the piece of cotton bearing the Azumabito clan’s symbol, and the tea blend was an old Braus family recipe. The entire house was like this, a mish-mash of objects from here and there, never truly fitting in where they were. You began setting up the small table, placing the teapot and teacups down. The raucous noise of the wooden chair scraping against the floor made you grimace.

Your fingers began to trace the delicate needlework on the cloth, occasionally catching on raised bumps of threads. It was the work of a skilled artisan as well as an amateur. Mikasa and her mother.

Waiting for Mikasa to return from her bath, your fingers traced the embroidered emblem, you began to get lost in your thoughts once again.

“Is the tea ready?” Mikasa’s soft voice interrupted your repetitive movements.

You quickly set down the cloth and shot her a kind smile. “Yeah, come sit.” You poured out the tea in her cup before pouring out a cup for yourself.

She accepted your invitation, sitting opposite you. The woman began scooping spoonfuls of sugar in her tea, an old habit from training years. You remembered how you once mistakenly took her cup, thinking it was yours until you took a sip and immediately spat out the sickeningly sweet liquid. The others and she wouldn’t stop laughing at you until Captain Levi had come and threatened you all, bearing that stone-cold expression that struck fear in your bones. How was he doing?

“Are you okay? You seem out of it today.” Mikasa looked at you; worried expression etched into her face, eyebrows scrunched together.

Your fingers circled the teacup, and you let out a sigh looking down at the fragrant liquid. You could lie, tell Mikasa you’re okay; knowing her, she wouldn’t prod you any further with questions. Though she would spend all night thinking about you, and you didn’t want to worry her. Option two was scarier, in your opinion; you could open up and tell her what was troubling you, Mikasa would undoubtedly be concerned, but she would appreciate your candidness.

Taking a deep breath in, you glanced back at the girl before your eyes landed on the frame behind her. “I’m just anxious about tomorrow,” you let out a nervous chuckle, eyes meeting Mikasa’s again.

“I already told you, we’re all a little different. It’s nothing-”

“No, it’s not that; I- what if they hate me? Mikasa, what if he hates me.” Your eyes shifted between the frame and Mikasa’s, voice coming out as a whisper.

She took a sip of her tea. Your name slipped out of her mouth in a tired sigh, “they would never, and Jean isn’t like that. He could never hate you.”

The framed picture behind Mikasa was of the scouts on their expedition to Marley. Sasha had pulled the lot of you inside the cramped shop, begging all of you to take a photograph. She had said that you all needed to document the momentous occasion; who knew when the opportunity would come again. Your beaming faces contrasted the scowl the Marleyan had on his face when you all crowded in his tiny shop. Commander Hange had even managed to get the Captain to join in, and subconsciously you thanked Sasha and Hange for their pestering. Who would have known that it would be one of the last times you would see them alive and breathing, that after that night, everything would change.

You noticed Mikasa’s soft smile in the picture, and Eren-who stood behind her, was looking at her instead of the box camera. Armin had his arm around Eren’s shoulders, and Jean and Connie were next to him, directly behind you. Your eyes trailed down Jean’s arm; it rested on your shoulder. You were sandwiched in between the Captain and Sasha, head resting on her shoulder. All of you were giving your best smiles, save for Eren. He was living through his hell, and the rest of you were oblivious to it. How could you have known?

He had stayed behind with you at the photographer’s studio after everyone had left to visit the other shops Marley had to offer. The both of you walked around, observing the various framed pictures the Marleyan had hung up to advertise his work.

Jean trailed softly behind, watching as your fingers traced and lingered on the stained brass frame.

“What do you suppose their stories were?” You turned your head, smiling at the boy behind you. He approached you, his finger and thumb hooked under his chin, as he thought of a story for the people seated in the photograph. You waited for him to amuse you with his foolish tall-tales, noticing that Jean screwed his eyes as he intently examined each person in the picture.

He raised his eyebrows, a grin breaking out on his face; he flickered his eyes to yours, “they’re a South-Marleyan family hiding a terrible secret. They’re those godforsaken Island Devils.” He leaned in to whisper in your ear.

You pulled away, head whipping back to see if the photographer had heard; thankfully, he was preoccupied with developing your photos. You spun back around to hiss at Jean, “You can’t just say that, you dipshit! What if he heard!”

Jean laughed at your stressed state, “Well, you don’t need to worry; he didn’t.”

You began to walk away from him, but before you could get far, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around your wrist.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me.” You looked back at him, his eyes pleading for you to stay.

You relaxed your shoulders and rolled your eyes at him, “wonder what shitty story you’ll come up with for our picture.”

“Brave heroes, their valiant efforts saved the world, and they were given mountains of gold and the finest wines possible to repay them for their kind acts.” He pulled you closer to him, and you giggled at his antics. “Oh yes, and one soldier more extraordinary than the rest-”

“Obviously, that’s me.” You quickly cut him off, silencing him with your remark. You gave a quizzical look at the boy, who was now sporting a noticeable blush.

He sharply inhaled and gave a smile, opening his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, the Marleyan shop owner began to talk, “Your jibber-jabbering is getting in the way of my work. If you’re not buying anything else, leave my store.”

Jean took your hand in his and offered the man a quick apology before pulling you out of the shop with him.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t held your hand before, and yet the simple action sent your heart fluttering. His hands were warm and his grip tight; you wanted to melt into his touch and never let go.

However, the moment was cut short, as once you were out of the shop, Jean promptly let go of your hand, apologetic eyes meeting yours, “didn’t mean to pull your hand, sorry ‘bout that.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

You flexed your hand to shake off the feeling of his slender fingers against the back of your palm. He didn’t want to hold your hand back then; would he want to now? Why were you desperately clinging onto that memory of him?

“Do you regret coming back with me?” Mikasa’s soft voice broke you out of your trance.

“No, God no. Don’t say that. If I had to go back and have the possibility to make a different choice, I would still go with you.” You looked straight at her, gaze conveying your unwavering resolve.

You brought your hands up to your face to rub your tired eyes. “I don’t regret coming with you. I just never got to see them one last time, and I don’t know, how do I face them?” You let out a frustrated sigh. “Before, I could at least say that, hey, these are your friends, you know them better than anyone else, but now-”

You shook your head and set your eyes upon the chestnut cabinet directly underneath the picture frame. “It’s like I’ve been iced out.” You raised an accusatory finger at the cabinet which was situated under the picture frame. “Three whole years and the only reason I know Jean's even with the rest of them is because of Armin.”

Inconspicuously placed, the cabinet blended into its surroundings; for the most part, it held dishes, pots and pans alongside any other trinkets that didn’t have a place to belong. However, in one of its chipped and worn drawers, tucked away under a false bottom, were several letters addressed to a Miss. Mikasa Ackerman from a distant relative in Hizuru. These letters, of course, were actually from a Mr. Armin Arlert, from Marley, detailing updates about the peace talks that involved him, the other scouts and the ex-warriors. The letters were always short and concise, never revealing too much, as a protective measure. The exact reason for why you had stashed them in a hidden compartment; to ensure that if these letters ever fell in the hands of Yeagerists, that they would not be able to grasp the entirety of what Armin’s plans were. However, it also meant you were left to fill in the missing pieces, also missing the whole story.

“I miss him, but who exactly am I missing? We’re both different people now, and I don’t know if I’m ready to face that.” You waited for a response from the dark-haired girl in front of you.

“That head of yours is your worst enemy.” You scoffed at her statement.

“Just listen to me for once, please?” Mikasa tentatively reached over to wrap her hands around yours.

“I understand that you’re scared; I am too. But you can’t keep getting lost in the ‘what if’s’ of a situation. Tell me, how long have we known Jean?”

“Eight, no, ten years?” You sighed, wondering where she was taking this.

“And tell me in those ten years has he ever decided anything without understanding other perspectives?”

“No, well-”

“Fights with Eren do not count.” Her eyebrows quirked up before she continued. “Jean is one of the most caring and compassionate men I know. He would want to know why you left before ever being absolutely positive that he hated you. Not that he would, he adores you; I’m sure of it even after all these years.”

In a way, she was right; you were making assumptions about his character despite knowing him for so long. Yet the nagging thought persisted in your mind. The only way to resolve it would be to speak with him, which brought upon another challenge. Even if he didn’t hate you, how would you gain the courage to talk to him after all this time?

“Your tea is cold. No point in drinking it now.” Mikasa stood up to clear the table, but you swiped it from her, giving her a weak smile before she could grab the cup.

You wrapped fingers around the teacup; the porcelain no longer radiated the heat from the liquid and felt cool to the touch. Mikasa watched you as you walked over to place the teacup on the kitchen counter. Her fingers skimmed over to grab the cloth with her family symbol ingrained on it.

“Mika, I don’t tell you this often, and I should, but thank-” Before you could finish your sentence, there was a knock at your door. Mikasa gave you a confused look; it was too early for the others to be arriving, so who could it be?

You hesitantly approached the door; the both of you rarely got visitors. Occasionally the Braus’ would come by, but even then, the family would let you know before they visited. Twisting the handle, a sheepish-looking young man met your gaze as you opened the door.

“Hand-deliverance of a letter from Her Majesty, Queen Reiss.” You stared at the boy wide-eyed, whipping your head back to look at Mikasa; she shared the same shocked expression.

Mumbling a quick thank you, you closed the door after the boy departed. The letter felt heavy in your hands; neither of you had spoken to Historia in “official” accordance. What could the Queen want?

Mikasa hurriedly made her way over to you, “what does the letter say?” She urged you to break the wax seal which hid the contents of the ever-elusive letter.

“The queen wishes to have us join her for dinner at her home.” You looked over at Mikasa before continuing to read the letter, “she wants us to bring Armin and the others as well.”

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Just tell him before it's too late

BEROLDT HOOVER X F! READER

!PLATONIC REINER BRAUN X READER

Anon request: Can you do the normal prompt #20 w/ Bertholdt please!!!!

“Just once, I wanted you to notice me.”

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“This is so stupid!” Y/n paced back and forth while Conny and Sasha watched her. One arm under her breasts and her other rest on that one held her chin. “like why isn’t Jean here? Huh? He was just as involved as we were, but Christa is here, the most innocent one of us all.”

Y/n continued to rant and pacing her black untucked button-up flew slightly behind her and the loose sweatpants that she tightened at the waist.

No one was listening to Y/n at this point, she noticed. Frowning she sat next to Reiner, watched him play chess against Bertholdt. They both seemed very concentrated besides Reiner glancing at her as she sat. Y/n couldn’t tell who was winning, she’d whispered the question to Reiner, and he’d say himself each time, which made Bertholdt chuckle.

Y/n was close to the two, she’d rather hang with them than her roommates, they were gossip and she didn’t role that way. Y/n would stay late nights in their cabins only to need to sneak back to hers before inspections. She was also good friends with Armin and Eren, she found the two funny.

Conny and Sasha talked about how their hometowns are near and something about bears, y/n was too busy watching Bertholdt move a piece and think. His eyes moved to hers. Sasha dropped her head on the table, making Reiner and Y/n look at her with the same confused face. She only looked back with extremely boring eyes, the two started to turn their head back till she jumped up.

“AH! Guys, I think I'm hearing footsteps!” Sasha had her hands above her head jumping around.

“Knock it off Sasha,” Reiner said as y/n tried to make her sit.

She slapped y/n hand away from her, “ow, what the hell?” Y/n pulled her hand back holding it.

“No! Really!” Sasha continued to yell and jump.

“So? You’re saying there’s Titans are in the Rose Walls?” y/n said shaking her head.

Conny butted in “Come on, that means that Wall Rose has fallen.”

Y/n put her head in her hands, annoyed with Sasha's antics. Then Nanaba landing the window seal, Reiner stood up next to y/n making her jump up too.

“Is everyone here?” she huffed, confirming everyone’s here, she continued “We’ve got company. Approximately 500 meters to the south and closing in. Titans…”

Her voice faded, titans. Y/n stared in front of her, the only thing she thought was titans. She had nearly been killed in the 2nd attack on the walls. She was brave, only thing is she didn’t want to die, not before she could tell Bertholdt how she felt.

“y/n” a large hand touched her upper back, she looked up and behind her to see Bertholdt leaning over her “we got to go now.”

She nodded standing walking out the room and outside with Bertholdt. She jogged over to a horse; she grabbed a saddle latching it on. She hopped onto the horse, watching and waiting for Nanaba’s call. Looking at everyone saddle up, she watched Bertholdt struggle with getting his horse into line but eventually, he had it under control. Under Miche’s call, we headed out.

“The second the titans reach the woods, we’ll split up. I want four teams. Recruits and soldiers alike in each unit. When I give the signal, we scatter.” We all agree, “Do not engage them, the mission is the get word out to the civilians. Now, who’s familiar with this region.”

Sasha called, say she lived north of here. Then, Conny who lived south of here, y/n felt bad. Family was everything to him.

“I’ll go with you!” Y/n called over the horses, she smiled. Conny looked at her like she was crazy.

Nanaba called out “No! You’re coming with Ymir, Christa, and I.” her smile fell a bit.

“Yes Ma’am!” Y/n turned to look at the titans, fear invaded her head again. Maybe it was the best she went where there were no titans.

“Then, we’ll go with you,” Reiner spoke up, riding alongside Conny.

“Are you crazy!” he shouted, “There could be titans everywhere!”

Reiner laughed “Since when did it look like I cared?” he looked over at Bertholdt, “Are you coming, Bert?”

Y/n’s stomach fell, “of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He gave Reiner a nervous smile.

The titan’s reached the forest, everyone split into their group. Y/n was a little slow and had to catch up with Nanaba, Bertholdt watched her horse bolt the other direction.

“Bertholdt, don’t worry your crush will be fine. She can handle herself.” Reiner laughed as Bertholdt’s face turned red color.

After about 45 minutes of trotting Nanaba finally spoke up “The closer we get to the wall, the less populated the area will be. Then we head west along the wall to find the breach.”

Y/n head turned to Nanaba, “What? Will the south team do this too?” She gave a simple yes.

“Seriously? You realize we don’t have our gear, right?” Ymir and Christa began to bicker.

That was common for them, like an old married couple. They loved each other regardless. Y/n couldn’t get her mind off of Bertholdt and Reiner if they were going to ride alongside the wall, they could run into titans. But by the time they find it, it’ll be night. Titans couldn’t move at night, realizing this made y/n calm down. Nanaba turned once we hit the wall and we began heading back.

“Y/n?” Ymir called, she slowed down riding next to her. “So, I saw you were worried about the boys. So, tell me…” she paused looking Y/n in the eye. “you like Reiner? I saw you sit next to him back there.”

Y/n made a modified look, “Oh! GOD no!” she laughed “He’s like the brother I never had, honestly.”

Ymir smirked and hummed, “I see… so it’s Bertholdt got it.”

Y/n choked on her spit making Ymir laugh harder than needed.

“You two, I would tell you to keep it down, but the titans might get to it first." Y/n immediately shut it, she continued to trail behind the three who rode next to each other. It was an hour and a half later it had gotten very dark; the clouds coved the moonlight.

Nanaba heard rustling in front of us but we continued riding. Slowly a light grew brighter and brighter the closer it got; we couldn’t see who had it but soon it reviled Gelgar, with a terrified face.

“I take it you followed the wall too?” Nanaba asked.

Y/n looked behind Gelgar seeing Reiner and Bertholdt in tacked, she gave the boys a wide smile. Reiner gave her a nod and the other large boy gave her a smile back. They locked eyes, happy to see each other not dead or missing.

“An old castle?” Y/n whipped her head to the right seeing a small castle with one tower left. The clouds seem part perfectly for the mon light to shine on the building.

“not an ideal place to sleep, but it’ll do for one night,” Gelgar grumbled.

They all walked quietly chatting about being tired but Conny who seemed out of it more than most. Reiner and Y/n talked as Bertholdt watched.

“So, the village was destroyed but no one dead?” Reiner nodded, “that doesn’t really add up.” Y/n thought her hand on her chin, Bertholdt admired her only to get caught by Reiner smirking at him with a smug look.

“shut up…” Bertholdt grumbled under his breath.

They reached the castle; everyone left their horse at the base of the hill. Walking up to the door of the castle, it opened to show a long staircase. y/n sighed dropping her shoulders, grunting fuck as they started to walk.

Reaching the second to last top floor, Y/n plopped on the stone floor letting out a tired sigh.

“Tired?” The black-haired and green eyes boy asked, “me too…” he gave his normal small shy smile.

“Yeah, I know we didn’t do anything but just the adrenaline of running and walking in the dark hoping not to see a titan can really take it out of you.” Y/n gave Bertholdt a side look, laughing slightly.

He blushed thinking she looked very beautiful with the moonlight reflecting off her hair and eyes. He loved how she dressed how she wanted not needing to impress anyone despite him always being impressed by her. Her hair was pulled back with the exception of a few hairs in her face.

“But I’m just glad I get to sleep finally…” she looked at Bertholdt, he wasn’t looking at her.

Blush dusted his cheeks, but he wasn’t looking at her but Christa. She was used to boys being infatuated with her even though she clearly only has eyes for Ymir. Softly sighing, she crossed her arms leaning back on the cold wall, tilting her head down she closed her eyes trying to fall asleep. She couldn’t help but let one small tear fall down her cheek as she fell into slumber.

“Everyone wake up! Top of the Tower now!” Nanaba yelled.

Y/n jolted awake; she had been leaning on Bertholdt in her sleep. She looked at him, with the same tried eyes and jumped-up walking to the top of the tower. Everyone looked at the titans, all shocked they were moving at night. The four soldiers jumped off, killing some of the closest ones.

“The titans broke though you all need to go back down and make some kind of barricade. Come up here as a last resort.”

Y/n blanked hearing that the titans broke through, she already started to run back down to the doors, as the others followed.

“Y/n! You can’t go alone!” Reiner called catching up only to run past her and grabbed to torch. They all ran down the first flight as Reiner was already at the bottom.

“Who does he think he is? Always take the most dangerous job?” Conny complained.

“Yeah… it’s always been a bad habit for him.” Bertholdt ran alongside y/n, both trying to catch up with him.

“Reiner!” Y/n called out as he walked down the second flight.

The five tried to get there before anything could happen, by the time they had gotten there. Reiner was holding off a titan, Bert grabbed a pitchfork running to help him.

“The canon!” y/n ran pushing Ymir out of the way, y/n had seen a canon on the way down.

Running behind it she tried to push it, but it was too heavy, she called for Conny and Ymir. The two ran over to help as Christa told them to move out of the way. The three pushed it down the stairs, it made a big crash killing the titan and a bigger hole than before. Everyone sigh in relief.

Y/n walked over to Reiner and Bertholdt, “Are you guys okay?” she touched Reiner’s face and arms and then Bertholdt's arms since he was too tall to check his face.

They both nodded and thanked her for caring. That was Reiner’s face dropped as he watched a titan walk behind Conny.

“Conny!” Christa called from the stars as Reiner ran slamming into the small titan.

They wrestled to the window, but the titan had a good bite on his arm. Reiner had gotten the titan halfway out the window, but he wasn’t letting go of his arm. Conny ran with his knife cutting the titan's jaw getting Reiner’s arm out of its mouth. It sat on the window seal and turned to the teens. Both Ymir and Y/n ran up to it and kicked it in its chest making it fall to its death.

Christa gasped, “Reiner… your arm!” she ran to him looking at it, she cleaned it with some old booze. “It’s broken I’m sorry.” She sighed.

She ripped her skirt, making a spleen for his arm. Y/n looked away awkwardly, looking at Bertholdt, he was plating with his hand, picking at hangnails.

“you shouldn’t do that.” y/n said bumping her hip on his, or more like his thigh.

He dropped his hands putting them in his pocket, “Sorry, just you know” he looked at Y/n.

She nodded, “yeah I know.” She looked back at Reiner as Christa tied the knot on the fabric.

Y/n clothing had been covered in dust, her black button-up and gray sweats were now a light brown color. Her hair was more disheveled than before, large pieces of hair needed to be tucked behind her ear.

“Why’d you run up there to kick that titan? Not saying it wasn’t brave just it was out of your character.” Bertholdt asked, he looked down at y/n and she looked back.

“I don’t know I didn’t want anything to happen to you…” y/n looked at Bertholdt, blush dusted both their cheeks. “and Reiner and Conny… and Christa.” She added making Bertholdt chuckle.

They paused, maybe it was a good time to the Bertholdt how she felt.

“and”

“and”

They both spoke, laughing y/n continued knowing Bertholdt was too polite to go first. “and just once, I wanted you to notice me… I mean I know all the boys like Christa, but you know, it wouldn’t hurt to try.”

Y/n started to play with her hands, her heart rate exploding waiting for Bertholdt to say something. He stayed silent for a moment thinking.

“Well, still it was brave, but you didn’t need to do all that to get me to notice you” Bertholdt smile down at Y/n. “just you standing there gets me to noticed you.”

[kyean]

Chapter 4: Reassurance

Summary: A chance meeting that all started with almond butter

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x black!fem!reader

Warnings: none really, a little bit of angst

Word Count: 1784

A/N: lol, I know this chapters are short, but they do get longer

"Oh, you're back, thought you might've been scared away," you tease, and Jean shakes his head as he sits down at the bar.

"I'm not scared," he says, seriously. "It doesn't bother me," he adds with a shrug.

You squint at him. "It doesn't?"

"Why would it?" His question is quick. If you're worried about how he might feel about you having kids, he wants you to know now, that that would be the last thing that would scare him away.

You give him a look, something on your face he can't read, and both of you jump at the loud voice that interrupts your conversation. "Jean, what're you doing here?"

It's Sasha, and she sits down next to Jean. "What're you doing here?" he echoes.

"Does Niccolo know you're here?" you ask after him, and she waves you off. "Please don't tell me you drove here."

"Guys, I can do things on my own!" she argues. "But Niccolo's waiting in the car." You and Jean both laugh at your friend's antics.

"Give me a second, and I'll get your food." You walk off, Jean watching you go, and he jumps violently when he sees Sasha staring daggers into him.

"You think I'm stupid?" Jean frowns, as he looks around. "You think I don't know what you're doing?"

"I feel like there's a lot of things we could be talking about right now," he says, and he winces when Sasha punches him in the arm. "What the hell?"

"You like her!" she observes. "You literally just met her!"

"Why did you hit me?" he asks, exasperatedly, rubbing his arm.

"What're your intentions, huh?" she questions, her eyes squinting as she leans in closer to him. "Have you met the kids?"

"Yes, I have. What is wrong with you?" She backs away from him, sitting straight up quickly.

"That doesn't bother you?"

"The fact that she has kids? No," he answers his own question like it's obvious. She just sits back and hums, the suspicious look still on her face as you return with her order.

"I'm watching you two," she declares as he stands, pointing to her eyes before turning her fingers towards the two of you. "And I already paid," she tells you. "If you try to give anything back, I'm never coming here again."

You sigh as Sasha walks towards the door, not leaving until she gives the two of you a final look. "What was that about?"

"I don't even know. Sasha just being Sasha, I guess." The buzzing of your phone cuts off your reply, and you take it out of your pocket, groaning when you look at the screen.

"Damn it," you whisper to yourself as you type back a reply.

"Everything okay?" He sort of didn't want to ask, not wanting to seem like he was prying, but you look up.

"Hitch can't pick up Alyssa and Cole today, and I can't because I have so much food to cook for this party, that I'm already running behind on.

"If you're okay with it, I can do it," he offers. "If that's alright. I hadn't really planned on doing any more work today."

"I can't ask you to do that, Jean."

"Seriously, it's no big deal. But if you don't feel comfortable with me doing it, then I won't." You mull it over in your head, a hesitant look on your face.

"Are you sure you don't have anything else to do?"

He holds his hands up. "Promise, I'm totally free." And that huge stack of papers on his desk is screaming that he's a lair.

Jean pulls up to the elementary school first since they get out a little earlier than the middle school, and he pulls into the parking lot, spotting Cole almost instantly. He waves his hand out of the window, calling his name, and he looks at him with a confused look on his face.

He can see him get the attention of one of the teachers, pointing his way, and then he's walking over to the car, and Jean gets out. "You're picking me up today?"

"Yep. Hitch couldn't make it."

"Does my mom know you're here?" he asks him, skepticism in his voice.

"Yes. She said I could come get you." Cole's still looking at him weirdly, and he crouches down, knowing he might be here for a while.

"What's the code word?"

"Pancakes," he answers easily.

"What's the second one?" Cole counters back almost as fast.

"Blueberry pancakes," he tells him, and a smile comes across his face as he bounces on his feet.

"Can I sit in the front?" he asks excitedly, and Jean stands.

"Does your mom let you sit in the front?" His excitement drops as he rolls his eyes before walking to the backseat on the driver's side with a hurt "no" mumbled.

When he gets to the middle school, the pick-up line is ridiculously long, but Cole fills in the time by telling him about his day. He's finally able to get in front of the school, and Cole rolls the window down.

"Lyssa! Jean's picking us up today!" Everyone turns their attention to the kids yelling out of the car window, and his sister groans as he keeps her head down, quickly getting in the car.

"God, Cole, do you have to be so annoying," she hisses, crossing her arms and keeping her head down until Jean pulls out of the parking lot.

"What? I was just saying that Jean was picking us up," he explains, his demeanor shifting as the smile falls off his face, and Alyssa scoffs as she shakes her head.

Jean doesn't say anything, deciding that that would be the best option for now before asking Cole about what else happened at school. When he gets to the café, Cole quickly jumps out, running towards the door, Alyssa further behind.

"Thank you so much, Jean. I seriously owe you one," you say, and he waves you off.

"Don't worry about it. It was really no big deal," he states. And he notices that Cole is sitting up at the bar, but not Alyssa. He turns around, seeing that she's sitting in one of the booths, and he thinks it over before walking towards her.

She looks up to see who it is, and when her eyes land on Jean, she rolls her eyes before looking out the window. "Bad day at school?" he tries, sitting across from her.

"Don't try and act like my friend." He's taken aback by her tone and response.

"I'm not--"

"You're not the first guy my mom's met that's tried to suck up to me and Cole just to get to her," she adds. "So forget it."

And that explains a lot. She crosses her arms over her chest as she looks down at the table, and Jean sighs. "Listen, that's not my intention, I swear." She lets out a short laugh, shaking her head. "I do really like your mom, but that's not what I'm doing. She didn't have anyone to pick you and Cole up, so I offered."

She finally looks at him, but he can tell she doesn't believe her. "I know that sounds bad, but I can promise you now that my intentions are not."

"They all say that. How am I supposed to tell that you're any different?"

"There's probably nothing I could say," he replies honestly, and she frowns at him. "What you believe is what you believe. I can spend all my time trying to convince you, but at the end of the day, you still might not trust me."

Alyssa's eyes dart across his face but she doesn't respond. "I understand where you're coming from. And I'm sorry that those jerks did that to your mom. And to you. You didn't deserve that." He leans forward, resting his arms on the table. "But I can assure you now that I'm not here to change anything, take your mom away from you, or make your life harder. And I am not going to hurt your mom. You can hold me to that."

"I think this is the fastest I've ever seen you move, girlfriend. I'm impressed."

"Hitch, what are you talking about?" you laugh, and she raises an eyebrow at you.

"Don't be coy now. You know what I'm talking about. The hot guy that's been at the café a lot recently." You roll your eyes, ignoring her. "You know the guy that picked up your kids?" she emphasizes, and you sigh heavily as you fully turn to her.

"Where are you going with this, Hitch?"

"Where is your relationship going?" she counters, and you sigh again as you rub at your hands.

"I don't know," you reply honestly. "He's really nice, and Cole already really likes him. Alyssa's well, Alyssa," you add. "But I'm a little worried," you admit.

Hitch slides her hands over yours, and you look at her. "Just so you know, I finally figured out how to get away with murder."

You laugh in surprise as you shake your head. "I don't know if that's something you should be proud of." She hums before she shrugs, but her hands don't leave yours.

"But, seriously, I know where you're coming from. And this probably doesn't mean much coming from me, but I actually think that he's a good one."

You raise your eyebrows at her words. Hitch has a weird intuition where she can sense the bad in whoever you dated, and you've been friends with her since high school. So those words mean a ton.

"You think so?" you ask hesitantly.

"For now at least. He's not giving off anything that screams 'run' for me." She can tell you're still not convinced at her observation.

"I should think about the kids, right? You don't think it's too soon?"

"Babe, he literally hit it off with Alyssa in the two minutes that he met her. If that's not a sign, I don't know what is."

She has a point, but uncertainty continues to swirl through your head. You don't know what you'll do if this fails like the past relationships you've had. After your kids' father did what he did, your trust is more than shattered, and after every failed relationship, it shatters even more.

You snap out of your daze when you feel Hitch squeezing your hands. "Don't worry, just let it happen, okay? If anyone deserves it, it's you."

You give her a small smile. "Thanks, Hitch."

"Any time." And then slides her hands from yours, tapping quickly on the counter. "Now, you wouldn't happen to need a taste tester, would you?"

Chapter 3|Masterlist|Chapter 5

[tojitiddies]

✰ [GHOST] BUSTING MAKES ME FEEL GOOD

pairing ⋆ connie springer x fem!reader

synopsis ⋆ you don’t know who’s crazier. your ghost hunting boyfriend or you for even dating him.

warnings ⋆ paranormal encounters, slight ghost coercion, oral sex, vaginal sex, creampie

ꔵ there was no doubt about it, your boyfriend connie was an oddball. like tin hat wearing, crazy conspiracist, dark reddit forum odd. his friends often asked him how he’d bagged a chick like you in the first place and honestly you were curious too. you’d met him at a halloween party your best friend mikasa had thrown. one wild night and two awkward dates later you both became that sickeningly sweet couple that everyone hated to love.

at this point in your relationship you had grown used to connie’s random 3AM messages about some spooky forum he’d found or him sending random true crime articles he wanted you to read. he and his roomates jean and sasha all ran a somewhat popular youtube channel — they called themselves “the phantom philosophers” — where they covered different cryptid and ghost stories sent to them by viewers. they also went on numerous ghost hunts to try and speak or communicate with ghosts. you were always curious about your boyfriend’s odd way of life and even appeared on one of his streams once — his subscribers couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend. so, when connie asked you if you wanted to come along with him, jean, and sasha for a ghost hunt you jumped at the opportunity.

that’s exactly how you found yourself in front of an abandoned church while your boyfriend and his friends began setting up their equipment. tonight they were looking for the ghost of a pastor who secretly ran his own brothel beneath the church. one of the women had turned on him and murdered him while they were having sex. the story seemed completely made up, but connie assured you it was legit.

you watched as connie started setting up his body camera and clipping it to his jacket. “so...anything i can help with?” you asked, rocking back on the heels of your sneakers. connie looked up at you as if he’d forgotten you were there. “huh? oh, no babe you’re fine. just stand there looking pretty.” he replied sweetly. you forced a smile towards him, letting it falter when he went back to messing with his equipment. you had only agreed to this because you wanted to spend time with him, but this entire trip he’d been so distracted. you were so used to having his attention all the time, it was starting to take you out of the mood.

you decided to go find out what sasha was doing. she had a boyfriend too, niccolo. he was really nice and an amazing cook. earlier you’d asked her why he didn’t come with you all, to which she told you that niccolo was secretly a huge fraidy cat. when you approached her she was sitting in the trunk of jean’s pick up. she seemed to be really focused on...some sort of device? “what’s that?” you queried, sitting next to her. sasha beamed and shoved it into your lap. “this, my friend, is a modernized proton pack like the ghostbusters use! i’ve been engineering this baby for a couple months now and this is gonna be its first field run!” she squeals as she begins to point out all the functions and uses of the device. it looked sort of like a portable cd player.

while sasha babbled on about her “precious baby” jean and connie approached you both, equipment and cameras ready. “here you are ____.” jean presented you with a headlamp and a frequency tuner. “now first rule of ghost hunting, do not be on your own. you’re always gonna want a buddy. i’m assuming connie will fill that role?” he asked, looking between the two of you. you were still annoyed with him but you nodded anyway. you’d bring it up when the two of you were alone. “alright then. sasha you’re with me. and don’t even think about trying to spook me this time, i took self defense lessons and i’ll definitely clock you this time.” he scolded, to which sasha responded by rolling her eyes. “oh please, it was just a joke pony boy.” she taunted. jean shot her a glare. “keep it up.” he warned before turning back to you.

“second rule, do not under any circumstances curse a ghost. not only will that anger the ghost and make it mad at you, it will also get mad at everyone else and we don’t want any part of your beef. so keep it to yourself.” it was your turn to roll your eyes. “jean you don’t need to mansplain ghost hunting to me, i’m not stupid. plus i watch you guys’ channel all the time.” you say, sliding off the truck and situating the headlamp on. “i’m ready to get to some ghostbustin!” sasha hops up and high fives you. connie laughs and wraps his arm around your waist. “ah don’t worry jean, i’ll be with her the whole time.” jean stares blankly between the three of you before shaking his head.

“whatever. connie go ahead and start your body cam. it’s time to head in.” connie chuckles at jean’s annoyance and switches on the camera, a small red light peeps out to signal it’s recording. jean has one on as well, tapping his slightly to test it out. “alright gang, buckle up. i’m trying to meet a horny ghost.” he said with a grin, beginning his march into the church, the three of you following close behind.

ꔵ inside the church it was dusty and reeked of mildew. you pinched your nose as you and the others switched on your headlights. “jesus christ, it fucking stinks.” connie remarks. sasha elbows him in the rib. “dude we’re in a haunted church, you can’t take the lord’s name in vain.” she scolds him before crossing her shoulders in silent prayer. you giggle as connie rolls his eyes at sasha’s ridiculous antics. a strong gust of wind blows through the church, causing the front entrance to slam shut. you shriek, grabbing ahold of connie’s arm while sasha laughs at your frightened behavior. “don’t worry ____, ‘s just the wind.” connie reassures you, rubbing your shoulder.

“alright guys enough fucking around. it’s time to split up and cover more ground.” jean says, taking charge. “sasha, you and i are gonna explore the chapel and the pastor’s office. connie and ____, you both are going down to the abandoned brothel in the basement.” he instructs. connie groans and folds his arms. “seriously? that’s probably where his ghost is hiding.” connie complains. you tense up at that. it was only your first ghost hunt and they were sending you right into the fire. “that’s the point dumbass? sasha and i will be up here gathering frequencies and seeing if we can find any phantom residue. if you two can get in contact with the pastor, we can probably record his frequencies from up here to listen back later.” he explains.

sasha pulls some weird tool from her fanny pack, holding it up. “this is mission is perfect for using my tuning fork! i’ve been wanting to try this for ages.” she squeals, her voice echoing through the church. “damn sasha, lower your voice.” jean mutters, to which she responds with another giggle mumbling out a quiet “sorry”. jean looks back to the two of you. “well we have our assignments, lets get this show on the road my fellow philosophers.” jean salutes you both and opens the doors to the chapel, sasha waves and follows after him before shutting the door behind them. “jerk.” connie mutters under his breath. you squeeze his hand and smile up at him.

“c’mon connie, i wanna see my boyfriend bust some ghosts.” you say, hoping to cheer him up a little. connie nodded, barely acknowledging your attempt before starting to head off towards the doors leading to the basement. “alright babe, stick close. i have no idea what’s down here.” he instructed. you hummed in disinterest and began to follow him in his descent. amazing! astonishing even! you were practically throwing yourself at him, yet your boyfriend was still more interested in some stinky old pastor ghost. as you traveled deeper downstairs, the air around you began to get warmer like a stuffy room. by the time you’d gotten down to the basement there was a humid temperature surrounding you.

“is it to supposed to feel so warm down here?” you asked, taking connie’s hand to be as close as possible to him. connie whipped his head around the basement floor shining his headlamp on all the different doors. “you would think it’d be cold with all this concrete, it’s weird.” he finally answered, switching on his frequency tuner. you followed his movements and did the same. “good weird or bad weird?” you asked again, growing a bit concerned. connie shrugged before making his way towards one of the doors, his frequency tuner picking up. you glared at him, having had enough of his nonchalant attitude.

seduce him.

you blinked as the thought came from seemingly nowhere. you shook your head, deciding to ignore it. you watched connie peak into the room that was making his frequency tuner go off the wire, letting out a gasp. “____! you’ve gotta come see this!” he exclaims, grinning back at you before making his way inside. you follow after him, curious to see what surprised him so much that he actually acknowledged your existence. when you stepped inside you were surprised to find the room...spotless? there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. the decorative rugs and tapestries that hung on the walls created an erotic atmosphere. the large bed looked clean and comfortable as well, an oil lamp sitting on the bedside. “i thought this church was abandoned, who’s doing the upkeep?” you observed, still taken aback by the surprisingly clean and crisp room. connie pressed his hand down on the bed, feeling it out. “no idea. even the mattress and blankets feel fresh.” he marveled.

seduce him and gain his favors!

this time the thought echoed louder through your head, making you feel a bit lightheaded. your knees buckled causing you to drop down to the floor. connie whipped his head around in shock, instantly rushing to see if you were alright. “you okay baby?” he asked, concern lacing his words. you nodded and took his hand to help you stand back up. almost as instantly as you were back on your feet you felt the pressure in your head drop to your chest and then to your arousal. you let out a small whimper at the sudden wave of pleasure that came out of nowhere. connie pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, his touch felt like lightning.

“are you sure you’re okay? maybe we should — “ the door to the bedroom slammed shut behind you, but you didn’t really care. all you could think about was satisfying the sudden hunger that had come over you. connie jiggled the doorknob trying to get the door back open, curses spilling out of his lips. you sauntered up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist, swirling them up to lay your hands on his pecs. “wha — ____?” he turned his head to his shoulder, trying to get a view of you. you giggled and kissed his shoulder. “awh baby, we can stay in here and get comfy.” you whine, pressing yourself against him. connie tensed up in your embrace, caught off guard by your sudden switch in attitude. the oil lamp beside the bed flickered on, casting the room in a warm dim orange glow. connie grabbed your hands and snatched them off his chest. he spun around to face you, cupping your face in his hands.

“____, hey get ahold of yourself!” he tried snapping you out of it, his fingers popping between your eyes. you leaned up and kissed him under his chin. “i want you to get ahold of me.” you murmured, grabbing his wrists to place his hands on your waist. you batted your eyelashes at him with those puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn’t resist. connie gulped, his hand hands instinctively squeezing around your waist. “y-you’re not yourself, this isn’t right.” he muttered under his breath, more so talking to himself.

you snaked your arms up and around his shoulders walking back into the bed, flipping around to push him into the bed. “you made me very upset, ignoring me all night for your dumb ghost hunt.” you said, planting yourself in his lap, running your thumb along his lips. “how are you going to make it up to me?” connie frowns furrowing his brows. you don’t even wait for him to answer before letting your head fall to the side, kissing over the expanse of his neck.

connie shivered, falling prey to your advances. you snatched off both your headlamps in a playful demeanor while your other hand trailed down to the seat of his pants, letting your fingers splay out across his crotch. “____…w-wait a moment.” he breathed, letting out a slight moan when you squeezed your hand around his clothed length. you giggled softly, slithering from his thigh to between his legs. you nudged his crotch with your nose, looking back at up at him. his face was flushed and his eyes were glazed over with lust. that was all the indication you needed to begin to undoing his jeans.

your mind was clouded with thoughts of your boyfriend fucking your mouth and praising you with all the attention you’d yearned for. you pulled down his pants and boxers, licking your lips at his erect cock, leaking with precum. taking your thumb to his tip, you gently began to spread around the sticky substance. your tongue darted out to kitten lick the little mess you made, leaving connie hissing and squirming. “you’re such a tease.” he grunted. you grinned up at him knowingly before tilting your head to kiss along the length of his shaft.

connie desperately bucked his hips slightly as your kisses became wet and suctioning. done teasing him, you eagerly wrapped your lips around him sucking his tip before bobbing your head further. your tongue swirled around his shaft expertly, causing him to groan and buck his hips. you moan as his cock travels further down your throat, the vibrations of your voice stimulating him further.

“fuck baby…keep sucking me in just like that.” he huffs out, trying to keep his moans from pitching. his hands nestle in your hair, bringing your head down further. you relaxed your jaw as he continued to fuck your mouth, saliva collecting and dripping down your chin. connie bucked his hips into your mouth with fervor, you could tell he was close. “your throat feels so fucking good around me, keep swallowing me down just like that.” he praised, letting his head fall back against his shoulders.

he takes another deep thrust before you feel him spill his thick warm release down your throat. his cock twitches on your tongue as you slowly drag his length from your mouth. connie sits breathless on the bed, panting from the climax he’d just had, but you weren’t finished. you rose back up to your feet and stripped off your jeans and panties before crawling on top of him. with your hands slowly lifting your shirt over your head, you ground your wet cunt against the underside of his length.

connie stared up at you, his daze apparent on his face. “my turn.” you whisper, kissing the side of his mouth. you raised your hips slightly positioning his cock at your entrance before sinking down. you whimpered as you felt him filling you up all at once. connie took ahold of your hips, hissing as you clenched around him. “shit…your pussy loves sucking me in.” he groaned, bucking his hips again.

you whine, rocking your hips back against him. “it’s because i wanna feel you, right here.” you move your hand to your lower stomach, where you wanted to feel connie push against. connie smirked, lifting his knees up on and raising you up to hover over him slightly. “i can do that for you baby.” he growled into your ear before rapidly thrusting his cock into you. you grabbed ahold of his shoulders as he bucked into you, trying to keep your balance.

connie kept his word, fucking you balls deep with no mercy. you were so overwhelmed by pleasure you didn’t realize how loud you’d become. the oil lamp flickered as connie swiftly switched positions so you were on your back. he pushed your thighs back exposing your wet cunt that gaped for connie’s cock. he smirked and spit against you clit rising a whine from your throat. he chuckled cruelly before burying his cock back inside of you, his thrusts causing you to lurch up against the bed.

you clawed your hands over his his shoulder blades as he fucked you deep. “you feel so good, don’t stop!” you moan, arching you back as he hits your sweet spot. connie groaned from the way. you squeezed around him before leaning down to kiss you, his tongue swirling around yours. the sinful noises that came from between you both, echoing through the room. connie moved his lips across your jaw, praising you as he kissed and sucked your skin. you dazedly let your head fall to the side.

then you saw him.

a young man dressed in preachers robes, watching you both intently. you cried out clinging to connie — connie assumed it was a moan and continued to fuck into you. the preacher grinned at you and faded from your eyesight. just then connie let out a grunt. “shit baby, i’m gonna cum.” you were too dumbfounded to respond but it didn’t matter. connie had already grabbed your waist, pulling you down on his cock faster. the movement shocked you out of your mindstate, making you forget about the whole “pervy preacher ghost in the corner of the room” thing.

“fuck connie keep going!” you whine, your hand coming to grab your tits to keep them from bouncing out of your bra. connie fucked you like that until your legs became jelly and you creamed all over his cock. just as you were catching your breath connie came inside you, spilling his thick seed all over your walls. connie collapsed into your chest taking deep breaths.

“shit.” he breathed out, his hand squeezing your waist. “you okay baby?” he asked, tilting his head back to look at you. you smiled and nodded, massaging his short silvery hair. connie seemed to have a thought of realization and frowned. “i’m sorry ____. i should’ve done more to make you feel like i wanted you here. i must’ve looked like such an asshole. i was so focused on busting ghosts, i forgot the most important thing i wanted out of this was to introduce my girl to my uh…hobbies.” the sincerity in his eyes had you swooning. you cupped his cheek and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “you’re forgiven.”. you say, before sitting up.

not a good idea.

your head was spinning. you moaned and grabbed your head, massaging it. “____? baby, what’s wrong?” connie asked worriedly, sitting up as well. then just as quick as the dizziness came, it went. you blinked. “i have no idea. maybe you just fucked me too hard, hm?” you teased, poking his shoulder. connie pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. you couldn’t read his expression, tho it looked like a mix between a shock, confusion, and disappointment. in short, nothing good. “what?” you ask.

connie shook his head. “this is gonna sound crazy, but do you think you were possessed?” he blurted out. you bit your lip, remembering the preacher and the strange echoing voice in your head. “ah…maybe? but i wanted that, it was me no one was controlling me. it just felt more like someone was egging me on.” you explained. even coming from your own mouth it sounded delusional. “oh my god connie, did i get possessed?!” you squealed, snapping your legs shut.

connie laughed and leaned forward, pulling you into his embrace. “no it wasn’t possession baby. just a bit of paranormal influence, like in the poltergeist.” this did not reassure you whatsoever, but connie was already sliding off the bed. “c’mon let’s go back upstairs and see what jean and sasha found. don’t tell them what happened okay? jean’ll kill the shit out of me.” he chuckled, kissing the top of your forehead. you did once over of the room again to make sure there was no ghost priest hiding in here before starting to get dressed again.

ꔵ “finally you two are here! you’ve gotta come see this!” sasha exclaimed as she saw the both of you approaching. sasha and jean had hooked up some sort of computer and were huddled around it. “what is it you?” connie questioned, taking your hand and hurrying you towards them. you smiled, relieved that he had meant what he said and was starting to finally include you. “it seems like whatever you guys did down there worked! we recorded these weird frequencies and we think we might have caught the pastors attention.” jean said, clicking around the screen.

you and connie exchanged wide eyed glances. “uh…what did you hear?” you asked, instinctively squeezing connie’s hand. jean and sasha shrugged. “nothing, we couldn’t hear it until it finished recording.” jean grinned up at the two of you. “but you arrived at perfect timing, now we can play it back together.” jean pulled up the sound byte. “jean i don’t think — “ connie started to protest, but jean had already pressed the space bar.

the empty church echoed with the sounds of your lewd moans and connie’s sensual praises. the heat rushed into your cheeks as you looked down in shame. you didn’t wanna see anyone else’s facial expressions. after what seemed like forever sasha’s hand darted out to pause it. safe to assume you were never invited to go ghost hunting with you boyfriend and his friends again. however you and connie did some extensive research afterwards.

connie’s body cam had mysteriously became static when he walked into the bedroom, so there was no footage of the ghost — you were honestly just relieved the two of you didn’t film a sex tape. however, apparently the ghost of the priest wandered the church, waiting to lure couples into the brothel rooms so that he could gain pleasure from seeing his brothel still be put to use. seven other couples who had visited the church also reported a strange occurrence where they ended up having sex in the brothel as well. you wondered how jean had missed that key part of research about the ghost.

“we may not have busted that ghost, but he sure made us bust.” connie cackled, nudging you. you gave him a pointed look. “you make awful jokes.” you told him, nudging him back. though the experience was a bit of a mindfucker, it truly brought you and connie closer together.

author’s note: hello again! this took me a really long time to write and yet it still feels really rushed :( i tried to do what i could in the edits but this probably isn’t my favorite. i would appreciate feedback if anyone has any though and if you did actually like it, thank you! i promise i can do way better though lmao </3

[dewdropdeku]

armin has a crush on you

↳ armin arlert x gn!reader

↳ genre: fluff, modern!au, slight college!au

↳ w.c: 1.2k

↳ warnings: none

↳ a/n: this is the first time posting any sort of fic writing so i hope you enjoy! (criticism is appreciated but pls don’t be mean)! also, i use "reader" as a placeholder name rather than "y/n".

↳ not proofread/edited!

ok first of all armin best boy

i feel like armin’s the type to know how he feels but not necessarily know how to actually tell you

y’all probably share a few gen ed classes

maybe you were introduced by a mutual friend

like one day your friend mikasa invites you to study with her and armin and from then on you guys start to hang out together

is touched when you invite him to study with your friends

and when he gets there to the library and you wave him over to your table he probably goes to sit in the chair opposite you but you grab his wrist and encourage him to sit next to you so he takes an extra long time getting his stuff out of his bag bc he’s trying to hide the blush on his cheeks and ears

after studying at the library your friends are going out to eat but he doesn’t wanna intrude on like casual friend time so he says he has to continue working on stuff and starts heading home

armin is kinda surprised when you jog up next to him as he walks to his dorm once you say goodbye to your friends bc you’re “tired and want a nap”

you look over at him and smile and ask if you can join him

and he’s like,,, “i’m just gonna be working on some stuff it’ll be boring to hang out with me. didn’t you tell them you’re tired? you should rest” but rly he’s nervous bc he wasn’t actually planning on working on stuff he just didn’t wanna intrude in your friend group

and you’re like,,, “no it’s okay i just said that…” you kinda trail off bc how do you tell your crush you just blew off the chance to hang out with friends for the chance to hang out with him. “i can just keep you company while you work”

cue blushy min but who is he to say no really

so you walk together to his dorm and while he sets his stuff out on his desk he tells you to make yourself comfy

so you jump on his bed and take out a book

he gets butterflies~~ when he notices it’s one he recommended to you

actually melted when you asked him for book recommendations by the way

and when you fall asleep on his bed armin thinks he might just die

pulls a blanket over you and lets you sleep while he works or reads to watches netflix or smtg

when you wake up all flustered and embarrassed he brushes it off with smtg like “guess you were tired after all” but on the inside he thinks it’s so cute omg bye

oh backtracking to books!!!1!!1!1! if you ever offered book recs to him he would short circuit i think

pls could you image “armin! i read this book recently and i think you’d really like it here take my copy i hope you enjoy!”

he would combust bye

anyway after a while of you kinda inviting yourself to hang out/study with him often eventually he actually expects you to come w him/meet him/hang out with him

“aren’t you coming?”

“oh, i thought you were gonna hang out with eren, i was just heading home”

“eren doesn’t care, come with me”

now it’s your turn to blush omg

after a while of y’all hanging out regularly he feels himself get more and more comfortable talking to you and not so nervous all the time

probably finds it attractive when you are genuinely interested in what he has to say so if he rambles pls smile and nod and rest your chin on your hand dreamily

so when he realizes he’s rambling and he notices he gets embarrassed and is like “sorry,,, i was rambling, wasn’t i?”

you can respond with a smile and reassure him you like listening/are interested and encourage him to keep going

and he’ll look bashful on the outside

probably scratch the back of his head/neck and avoid eye contact

but is internally excited that you wanna listen so he does continue

he’d be so touched if you ASkeD quEstiONS bc like,,,, that tells him you’re actually listening and not just letting him talk absentmindedly

i can see it now; armin texts you to confirm that your weekly study date is still on and you respond with “actually,, i wanted to go see this new movie with this guy i like,,, rain check”

and he gets rly sad omg like his chest tightens up and he goes “oh. ok, have fun!”

but then the next day eren’s like,,, cmon man no use in moping around get dressed and armin is like

no disrespect bro,,,, but stfu and leave me alone thanks haha lol

but after a while he does get dressed begrudgingly and then a few minutes later there’s a knock on the door and eren gets a text and looks up from his phone w like a grimace or some shit and he’s like,,,, “oh shit,,, armin,,, dude,,, i forgot i had plans” and armin’s like

(ಠ_ಠ) you made me get dressed,,,, while i was brooding,,, for nothing

and then eren opens the door and looks apologetically at armin and he’s like “i’t’s okay reader’s great company” and that’s when armin notices it was you who knocked on the door

and you smile at him and he’s now starting to put two and two together as eren slips by you and shouts a farewell down the hall and when you smile at him nervously and wave two movie tickets as a greeting he realises that no he wasn’t reading the signs wrong, and yes you do like him back (he’s a Smart Boy) and when you’re like,,,, “so,, you are free, right?”

and he’s like “........you could’ve just asked me to see a movie with you” and he mumbles the next bit but you still hear and it makes you blush “instead of making me think all jealous and mopey thinking you liked someone else”

in conclusion yes he has a fat crush but yes you’d have to make the first move bc he would Not Know How

but you absolutely have a cute dinner+movie+walk in the park date that definitely ends with a kiss and both of y’all not being able to fall asleep bc the matching face-splitting grins are too distracting

like you both just sit in your respective beds for hours that night staring at the ceiling and probably eren and mikasa and sasha and connie are all giggling deviously over mikasa’s phone after you text her that the plan worked lmao and he kissed you goodnight and omg mika he’s so cute and sweet and it was such a good date and dsfjsnjfgijf

and when armin notices a sticky note on his computer monitor from eren that reads “took you long enough” he may or may not shake his head fondly at his best friend’s antics except he’s got a blush on his cheeks bye

and if you wake up to a “good morning❤️” text from him and your heart explodes who’s gonna know

thanks for reading!! 

[vennilavee]

parental moments: two

to build a home masterlist

Pairing: levi x reader Summary: it’s 2:40 AM and you and levi are convinced that you’re about to be robbed. except you hear drunken laughter. Chapter Warnings: cursing, otherwise none really Word Count: 1795 A/N: based off of a series of asks that were sent in the other day about sasha, connie, and jean showing up drunk and levi and oc’s house. and levi and oc think they’re getting robbed (especially oc who has been getting startled by everything bc they’ve been binging true crime docs). also they are living in a house now because they decided to move out of their apartment and get a bigger property together hehe

***

One of the many things you and Levi had in common was your love for true crime documentaries. You had taken to ending your nights with whatever was on television, or with whatever was on the many streaming services that you had a subscription to.

Levi complained often (along with you) at how there were a million and one streaming services these days- what was the point-

“To burn a hole in our bank accounts,” You scoff.

“There’s gotta be a way to stream this shit for free,” Levi groans.

“I bet one of the new recruits knows,” You muse, “Maybe Armin or Jean...”

“We can figure it out ourselves,” Levi huffs and you roll your eyes.

It’s been days and weeks of your nightly routine and you’ve become creeped out enough late at night that you’ve taken to triple checking the locks and the windows of your house every few hours. And tonight is no different.

“Hey,” Levi says, pulling you into his side reassuringly, “We’re fine. And even if we’re not. I’m here to protect you.”

You’ve been waking up at every small noise during the night- the wind whistling, the house settling, leaves rustling outside. Usually, he’s the light sleeper but these days… These days it’s you. And he can tell it’s starting to take a toll on you. You’re tired during the days when you don’t get a good night’s sleep, the bags under your eyes deepening.

“That’s nice,” You murmur, “But I think we need a baseball bat. Or three.”

“And what do we need three baseball bats for?” Levi asks flatly, “Let’s stop with the documentaries so late at night. Would a home security system help?”

“Maybe…”

Levi puts you to bed so good that night, but you still come home with three baseball bats the next day.

***

“Levi,” You mumble, shaking him awake, “Levi, did you hear that?”

It’s 2:40 AM and he’s already awake and throws the sheets off of him to get out of bed. He heard it too, the rustling, the loud footsteps and the jarring sound of knocking. You can’t tell if it’s coming from inside or outside and your heart is racing too fast for you to discern the origin of the noises.

He internally curses himself for not installing the home security system yet.

“Stay here,” Levi murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll be back in a few minutes-”

“What! No,” You protest fiercely, leaping out of bed and pulling your new baseball bat from under the bed. While you’re at it, you slip a pair of shorts over your bare legs and Levi rolls his eyes at you.

“Take your time, it’s not like we’re about to get robbed. Do you want to put your makeup on, too?” Levi snorts.

“Oh, yeah, good call. Tell them to wait for me to contour-” You roll your eyes and pinch him, “Is this a joke to you-”

He quickly shushes you by pulling you into his side and squeezing your hand as he quietly heads downstairs to the source of the noise. You can’t help but press your face into his shoulder nervously, while peeking with one eye open. Gripping his upper arm tightly, your nails pressing into his bicep, you whisper for him to be careful when he looks through the peephole of the front door.

You hear a chorus of laughter, drunken laughter and Levi sighs irritatedly. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head.

“You gotta be shittin’ me,” Levi grumbles.

“What? What is it?” 

“Take a look for yourself,” Levi says, “It’s Connie, Jean and Sasha.”

You throw the door open and are greeted with three drunken fools with beaming smiles on their face that don’t seem to falter when they see your baseball bat.

“Oh my god,” You murmur, rubbing a hand over your face, “I thought we were getting robbed. I fuckin’ thought we were getting robbed, Levi.”

Levi subtly squeezes your hand and brushes his lips over your temple to quell your nerves. He sends a scathing look to the three troublemakers standing on the porch, without a care in the world.

“May I ask what the fuck you three are doing at our place of residence at three in the morning,” Levi says flatly.

“Yes! Yes you may,” Jean grins and winks at Levi.

It draws a surprised laugh from you.

“Wha’ had happened was…” Sasha starts with a bright smile.

“Our phones died and we kinda… forgot where we live,” Connie shrugs, not even bothering to look sheepish, “Besides, remember, you said! If we ever had to hide a dead body, you’d help us!”

“Please do not tell me that there’s a dead body to hide,” Levi sighs.

“We have your numbers an’ addresses mem’rized,” Sasha says, batting her eyelashes at you innocently.

That immediately pulls a wave of affection through you and you match their smiles in intensity. Levi doesn’t have the heart to tell you not to encourage their antics.

“I can’t believe you remember our address and not your own,” You mumble, pulling them in for tight hugs, “Come inside. You three are troublemakers.”

“Really?” Jean asks, his light brown eyes wide.

“We gave you our address and phone numbers for a reason,” Levi rolls his eyes, “It’s cold, get your asses inside.”

The three of them file inside in a straight line, looks of glee etched in their faces. 

“Take your shoes off, please,” You request as you shut and lock the door behind you. Levi doesn’t miss you glancing at the locks twice just to make sure.

“Do you have-”

“Yes, Sasha, we have food,” Levi says, already heading into the kitchen, “I’ll give you some if you don’t spill.”

“How will you know I won’t spill until you give me food?” Sasha asks and you stifle a laugh.

You follow Levi into the kitchen after making sure that they’re comfortable and hug him from behind, your face pressed in between his shoulder blades. You yawn widely and kiss the back of his neck lightly.

“Can’t believe I thought we were going to get robbed,” You mutter, “Instead we have three drunk kids in our house.”

“I believed it for a sec, too,” Levi says, “Honestly, I would’ve preferred getting robbed to having three drunk kids in our house.”

You laugh into his shirt and swat his shoulder playfully. Levi flits around the kitchen with you at his back, warming up food and filling up glasses of water for the three of them. He can tell that the adrenaline is wearing off and that you’re getting sleepier and sleepier when you cling to him, always touching him even when he’s so close to you.

Peeling off of his back, you give him a sleepy smile and take two plates out to the dining table. Sasha immediately jumps up, abandoning whatever conversation she was in with Connie and Jean and sits in front of her plate.

“My mouth is watering,” Sasha moans, her stomach grumbling.

“Oi, get it together,” Jean chastises but sits next to her, “Food’s not goin’ anywhere.”

“Thanks Captain,” Connie grins, pupils still blown from alcohol, “And Missus Captain.”

“Missus? Who you callin’ missus?” You say, struggling to keep your face straight, “Maybe Levi’s mister-”

Levi rolls his eyes and listens to you bicker with Connie, and then Jean joins in before both of them start to tease you in good fun.

“So all three of you show up here with dead phones? Do you guys all share one brain cell?” You ask, “Usually it’s Jean, but I see that you decided to leave it at home tonight…”

“Hey!”

“Don’t be so mean…”

“...”

“What if something happened and you didn’t know how to get in contact with anyone?” You chide lightly, “Be more careful. Last thing we need is my three favorites getting in trouble-”

“Your three favorites! Ha! I knew it,” Jean says, bumping fists with Connie.

“That’s not what I meant,” You protest weakly, “You’re all my favorites-”

“It’s alright,” Sasha says with wink, “Your secret’s safe with us.”

You look to Levi for help with wide, dark eyes and he shakes his head for the millionth time that night. 

“You three know better,” Levi says sternly, “Going out and getting drunk enough where none of you remember your address and none of you have a working phone amongst the three of you? What the hell were you thinking?”

“Oh, live a little, Captain,” Jean says airily, ignoring the flabbergasted look from Sasha.

“‘Sides, we remembered our address. We just wanted to see if you’d let us in,” Connie says smugly.

“The idiots who cried wolf,” You mutter with a smile and they all protest indignantly. 

“Can’t believe you were about to beat us with a baseball bat,” Jean mutters.

“I thought we were being robbed-”

“If we were robbing you, we’d be inside the house, not outside-”

“Are you kidding me, Jean?” You groan, smacking your forehead with your palm for the fifth time that night, “I’ll keep that in mind next time we get intruders at 2:40 AM.”

“Do you get intruders at 2:40 AM often?”

“Don’t fuck with my beauty sleep, Kirstein,” You say, pointing a finger at the three of them accusingly.

“You don’t need any beauty sleep, ma’am,” Sasha says without missing a beat, “Captain thinks so, too.”

“Are you hitting on my girlfriend for me,” Levi deadpans.

Sasha only shrugs, finishing off the last spoonful of food in her plate. Connie takes all three of the empty plates to the sink, or he tries to. Levi stops him and pulls the plates from him and quickly washes them.

“You can sleep on our couch tonight, it’s already late. We have some extra chargers, I plugged them in over there,” You point to the corner of your living room, “We’ll bring out extra blankets and pillows.”

You know Levi is cringing at the thought of outside clothes on the couch, so you offer them some freshly washed pajamas of yours and Levi’s. Levi leaves water for them on the coffee table in case they wake up in the middle of the night and finally, finally brings you back to bed with him. You peel your shorts off and slide into bed with him, already curling into his side.

“Can’t believe them,” You mumble sleepily, but fondly.

“Oh really? I can,” Levi snorts.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” You reply with your eyes closed, “And don’t wake me up before nine.”

The next morning, after Sasha, Connie and Jean leave, you and Levi work on installing the new home security system in your house and at your insistence-

“Fine. You can keep those fuckin’ baseball bats.”

***

tags: @simpingmaize