#i'm already thinking ab her smh

[lovemyromance]

hi! happy holidays :) I've read ACOTAR last month & I was surprised to see this shipwar is so brutual. I don't get effected by spoilers when i read so I saw so many tiktoks, & just based on all the edits, I throught Gwyn & Azriel were a couple. Then I'm alsmost about to finish ACOSF, and there's still no Gwyn&Azriel? I commented on a tiktok of Gwynriel like did i miss something? And this lady (super condescending) was like yes! his BC. I say I read it. She asked me DID I READ THE 2ND HALF?

PT 2 of ask: hi same anon from gwynriel tiktoks! pt 2 - I tell this lady um yeah who stops halfway through a BC? then she tells me if i had read TOG and CC, it shows Gwyn & Azriel are mates. granted, i haven't read those yet. But I asked my bestie (sjm fanatic) if this happened in HOFAS? Bc i know ab the crossover. She looks at me like i'm crazy. I go back to this gwynriel on tiktok and explicitly ask like "where does it say Gwyn and Azriel are a couple or mates" and she tells me "oh it's foreshadowing" SmH

I'm sorry this Gwynriel literally asked you if you read the second half of the bonus chapter ?? LOOOOL that's so funny. They think anyone who doesn't understand where gwynriel comes from just steadfast is an elriel or hates gwyn. When most casual readers literally have no clue what they're talking about either.

Idk why they think SJM was only speaking to them when she was leaving these so called "Gwynriel crumbs and foreshadowing" like?? They are so condescending, acting like only they are capable of picking up on "subtle hints" like first of all....

SJM ain't subtle. She is cheesy and cliche and a firm believer in love and happily ever after. Nothing she has ever written has surprised me. Not once. She does have good plots and intricate world building, but when it comes to her couples, they are predictable because of how she sets the story up.

When I read TOG did I know Aelin was going to end up with Rowan? No. But I had a pretty good idea once Rowan was introduced that OH I see where she's going with this because SJM did plenty of buildup, she didn't just write Aelin skipping from Dorian to Chaol to Rowan in 3 pages in a bonus chapter.

When I read CC, I knew immediately that Bryce and Hunt were endgame. I did think Hypaxia and Ruhn were gonna be a thing, but by book 2 when they introduced Lydia, I knew Night/Day would prevail. Wasn't surprising to me in the slightest.

When I read ACOTAR, I thought Tamlin was the one - until we were introduced to Rhys. Immediately after their first meeting, I knew he would be endgame,

It's not hard to grasp. SJM is again, not subtle with it.

Gwynriels are always barking at people like they think they're prophets of SJM or something because they strung together 3 different "clues" from 16 different books. They always cite SJMs other romance switchups, forgetting the fact that we know endgames basically as soon as a character has been introduced.

Gwyn HAS already been introduced. And yet, nothing. No chemistry no conversations no interactions that are even borderline romantic with Azriel. This is while they ignore the straight up in your face Elriel scenes that are happening btw.

It's always "there is foreshadowing" while ignoring the black and white text stating a different thing on the page. Do they not understand elriel have tons of foreshadowing too? It's just why would we cite that when we have actual romantic moments?

Just another day,another reader led astray by the fandom lmao. You don't need to take a magnifying glass and go Sherlock Holmes on acotar to figure out the next couple. Unfortunately, that's the only way people claim Gwynriel exists, so they have developed this "I'm just a better reader" attitude when really it's like are you actually OUR LORD AND SAVIOR SJMS chosen one, or are you just dreaming?

[suguwu]

😱😱😱 Bee you do it to Takao like that?? You kill him like that!? No goodbye, no last "I love yous" that's so cruel!!

okay before i get into THAT, you never fail to provide the most beautiful detail to every mundane moment, but if i gushed over every one, this ask would get five part series too

Honest to god i was so certain Takao would've actually left in the end. Like "oh your soulmate's here? guess i'll die" and he just!! goes!! and let's be real in his shoes, i dont blame him. at least he said something. he communicated his feelings and he took a step back because he wanted space.

like yeah reader suffers a bit, but she's got a solid support system. she's got her parents, she's got her friends. have i mentioned i love Abe and Yoshikawa so much?? what would this story be like without them? how would Reader cope without them?? i dare not think.

also you're so good at describing food, i wanted those crepes so much

okay and i must know, what's the soulmate clause in the marriage contract, what was all that about??? it sure sounds like a lot of boring paperwork to me, and a headache to work through. you're so good at weaving subtle worldbuilding in where it matters, but that's the problem, i want the story to be about bullshit soulmate clauses in marriage contracts. what are soulmate laws here, what do they look like

Kita is so good, that's the problem. the progression of their interactions between text and phone call to eventual physical visits was very sweet. If he was an asshole that'd make things easier. and honestly i was Very nervous where it was going because like especially when the wedding got cancelled after reader met her soulmate, i'd lose my mind because you KNOW that got people's tongues wagging.

it's unfortunate that it's not hard to imagine that a lot of people would in fact, find reader insane for not immediately choosing her soulmate in a heartbeat. your neighbors, your co-workers, distant relatives, people on the goddamn street etc

oh my god speaking of, i wasn't kidding when i said i would've fist fight Atsumu in the streets, i could've HOWLED.

Aran is a fuckin blessing because i knew the twins were gonna have Opinions on reader after she rejected Kita. THEY may be protective of Kita, but I'M protective of reader and i'm stronger, i know it. i could beat them. the social expectation surrounding soulmates would be abysmal, can you imagine?? and we only got a little taste of it, when Atsumu just threw his hands up like "He's your soulmate!" as if that was supposed to be the end all be all statement to end an argument. when reader is MARRIED??

oh, you already have a partner? forget them! you met your soulmate! guilt tripped reader for KITA'S choice to remain in contact as if it's her job to manage his feelings. i'd ream Atsumu so hard it'd strip the hair dye from his follicles and he'd have to go back to Onigiri Miya, a brunette again.

thank god reader has supportive loved ones. thank fuckin god. if i got grilled by the general public, or even people in my life why i chose Some Guy and not my Soulmate, i would kill everyone in the room and then myself. SMH

okay i definitely had more to say but i'm gonna cut myself off now before i go insane luv u so much bee, congratulations again on getting part 2 out!!

whisper beloved this had me ROLLING lmao thank you so much for taking the time for this!!

cut because this is a long answer lol

i did do it to takao like that i'm afraid,,,he deserved better but i couldn't give it to him. i knew it from the start

takao could have peaced out and honestly it would have been the expected thing for him to do in this society! so he just took a step back. which i think was hard for him but easier than it could have been, knowing the support system reader has in place. i'm SO glad you love abe and yoshikawa they are also near and dear to my heart,,,love a good friendship!

lskjdflksjdf once i'm done with the fic i may release some of my worldbuilding notes! for the shrine clause (and a clause used by most marriage venues), it's one that allows the person getting married to get out of the contract without any consequences if they meet their soulmate. so they would get their deposit/any money back and not be held responsible for any penalties that might otherwise be described in said contract.

for the form they hand in at the time of marriage, some countries track soulmates and have bureaucratic systems around it. it's almost like a census in some ways. the form is essentially a report about whether either party has met their soulmate and if they are marrying their soulmate. it can be used as a way to stop the marriage if the soulmate desires to do so.

kita is Very Good and that's half of the issue, like you said! and yes, society has a Lot to say about reader's choice - it's very unusual and there's a lot of controversy around people who don't stay with their soulmates (don't even get me started on soulmate divorce).

PLEASE I AM CACKLING honestly atsumu deserves a fist fight for that one! both the twins do in their own way (osamu distracted kita so atsumu could go after reader). reader's been hoping to avoid them because she knew from aran's stories (they've met a few times, mostly over facetime when he was visiting kita) that meeting them probably wouldn't go well. and...on the money with that one.

thank you thank you for all of the thought that went into this ask. you are always far too kind and i'm so glad you enjoyed it!!!

[wolgrahas]

oh.... i'm thinking of making a asoiaf oc and that oc is gonna be gfs with dany or smth

i know is kINDA impossible to make a wlw oc in asoiaf AND be gfs with the queen of meereen but i’ll make it work somehow

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[phoenixofheaven]

Some of my warrior cats unpopular/not really talked about opinions for TPB series

K, so idk if these are THAT unpopluar, but I wanted to say them anyway. I'm thinking of doing these for other TNP series, but I have to refresh my memory on that arc

Okay so ... here they are:

Fireheart/star being ridiculed by cats in his clan and other clans as well for being from twoleg place was so IRRITATING. Like how many times do I have to hear him be called “kItTyPeT”. Y’all get over it already smh (I’m looking at u Tigerstar 👀)

Graystripe was so annoying in Fire and Ice. Like his whole attitude thing with Silverstream I feel I don’t have to go into detail for this one -_-

Silverstream was so annoying to me. She seemed so full of it. I kinda don’t like her (sorry)

Blackclaw is kind of a jerk, can we talk about that??? 🤨

I kinda hate how Bramblepaw and Tawnypaw were treated by the clan for … existing. Like, I know they’re Tigerstar’s kids, but I don’t think they didn’t deserve to be shamed for it

I just need somewhere to dump these lmao. I might have some more, but I haven't read the series in a little bit 😅

If you have some unpopular opinions ab The Prophecies Begin series of your own, feel free to drop 'em!

[najatheangel]

𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞

pairing: Lee donghyuck x reader (ft. nct members)

genre: fluff, angst, comedy and spice.

inspired song: Bestie by Lloyd.

summary: donghyuck’s and his s/o memories as best friends leading up to becoming lovers. (btw this one’s a little longer than the ones i usually write so beware loves.)

Haechan’s POV: June, 24th, 2018. “Today’s the day where I finally tell her how I feel. After 7 years of my friendship, growing up together and holding back my feelings for so long, Today is the day where things change. I’m tired of being stuck in the friend zone this is my one and only chance before she moves away. Now or Never Hyuck...”

“She's a bad one not a fast one. Every time we get together we have fun”

Growing up, me and y/n always were always bound to be apart of each other’s lives. We’ve grew up in the same neighborhood, our parents met each other in school, our friends are dating each other and we even go to the same school together. Sounds very corny right? It’s true though.

Our thing was always playing horror games together every night after we finish doing homework together. She was always the procrastinator so I had to give her some motivation. Not only that, we always play around the swing sets in the park that’s right in front of our houses to talk about anything and everything that was going on in our life’s.

This one time she got so drunk after Mark’s birthday party and was trying to swing so high and flew off the swing set thinking she was super man. Heh, she can be such a idiot at times. She may be one of the goofiest, bubbly and sweetest people I know. She can also be caring, overprotective and keep me calm whenever I’m always acting crazy.

I don’t remember what exact moment I feel in love with you, but I do remember feeling like as time went by, my love for you stared to grow much stronger. Everyone around us was starting to suspect how we felt about it each other especially my mom she adored you so much and loved the idea of us being together.

She would always ask “Where’s your girlfriend y/n?” Or “Aren’t you supposed to be with your girlfriend right now?” Ah girlfriend, I love the sound of that. Anyways I was grossed out at the idea at first because I only saw you as my sister once before and not to mention I was immature.

She would always ask “Where’s your girlfriend y/n?” Or “Aren’t you supposed to be with your girlfriend right now?” Ah girlfriend, I love the sound of that. Anyways I was grossed out at the idea at first because I only saw you as my sister once before and not to mention I was immature.

She would always ask “Where’s your girlfriend y/n?” Or “Aren’t you supposed to be with your girlfriend right now?” Ah girlfriend, I love the sound of that. Anyways I was grossed out at the idea at first because I only saw you as my sister once before and not to mention I was immature.

She would always ask “Where’s your girlfriend y/n?” Or “Aren’t you supposed to be with your girlfriend right now?” Ah girlfriend, I love the sound of that. Anyways I was grossed out at the idea at first because I only saw you as my sister once before and not to mention I was immature.

Once we’ve started getting much older I've tried dating other girls but none of them just didn’t compare to you. I’ve tried to joke around with them, they wouldn’t take me seriously. When I try to ask them out on dates, they would ditch me for someone else. When I try to be affectionate, they reject and always want to stay friends. I normally had luck keeping girls around, but only for a short amount of time. It seemed like every week I had a new girlfriend.

I knew y/n was always frustrated at me trying to tell me there’s other fish in the sea, but hell I want to my little mermaid and that’s y/n-ie. I even teased her about it, but she didn’t seem to take a hint.

“You know y/n... we should honestly just date. We would be the next Hyuna and Edawn in the school. They would have nothing on us.” I even nudged her on the shoulder to get her smiling.

“Hmm? Are you insane that would be too weird. We’re like brother and sister.” I could tell she was flustered, but she wasn’t exactly to thrilled with the idea. “Plus you know how I feel about Mark already. I’ve got to really wow him at this game tonight.” Oh yeah I forgot to mention she had a crush on my other best friend Mark Lee at the time.

“I know she should just be my friend Yet I'm hoping, I'm hoping that maybe it will lead In love happy end.”

It would work my nerves every time she would talk about him and always would ask advice on what to do, but I was very hopeful and believed I still had to chance to win her heart. I gush to everyone including the boys everyday about how madly in love I was with y/n without even realizing.

I would tell everyone, well except her of course. Johnny almost told my secret to everyone at Jaehyun’s house party when we were all playing strip uno. It was shut down real quickly because Doyoung gave him a long hard talk after awhile.

That night was also the worst for me because that was the same days the homecoming game where you confessed your feelings to Mark and became officially a couple. In my mind I wanted to be happy for the two of you as I watched you two kissed each other in front of everyone.

After that day, I avoided you for a while and couldn’t accept the fact that I couldn’t have you at that very moment. I couldn’t spend more time with you, hold you, kiss you, brag to everyone how much I loved you.

Although I was torn and felt defeated when you started dating Mark, I still felt a tiny bit of hope that someday I would still have a chance to make you mine and have our happy ending.

Y/N POV: June 24th, 2018. The day that I say farewell to my best friend Lee Donghyuck before going leaving to go to Harvard. I can’t believe this day has finally come we haven’t had the chance to hang out throughout our entire senior year so I want to make this count. I also want to tell him how I’ve felt about him. Let’s see where do I even start....

“We were children when we met. Just playing house and drinking sodas at the corner store.”

I remember having a hard time making friends my family moves from city to city because of my dad career as a entrepreneur for multiple companies and my mom working as a travel nurse. I was bullied for my struggling with my weight and for being an outcast which caused a lot of depression for me.

One day I remember running away from these girls in my school because they were trying to throwing apples at me. It was they’re way of trying to help me “eat healthy.” Jokes on them I was the top runner in the track team hehe.

Anyways, I lost them for a good second until I was trapped surrounded by them at the market by my house. I almost felt at lost against the 4 girls, until this crazy guy Lee Donghyuck comes out of no where scaring them away with his Freddy Kruger mask threatening them to leave me alone or he’ll haunt them in their sleep.

I felt bad for laughing, but it was one of the most nicest thing anyone has ever done for me ever since I’ve moved to Korea. He randomly introduces himself to me and offers me to play with him for an exchange of saving my life from those bullies.

“Hey my name is Donghyuck. Those girls always find their next target to pick on, but no worries princess I’m here to protect you. Let me introduce you to my other friends.”

He reached his hand on to me and ever since I was always dragged on to his crazy adventures.

“Like a brother from another. Didn't notice all the other girls they wanted more.”

Donghyuck was pretty popular when it came to having lots of guy friends and dating even when we were kids. In 5th grade on Valentine’s I remembered his desk being flooded with chocolates and anonymous love letters stuffed in backpack.

The idea didn’t bother me at first because I saw Hyuck as my older protective brother. I even slid some letters in my self saying “Happy Valentine’s Day loser. Enjoy those kits kats!” We tend to tease each other a lot, but that’s how we showed our love to each other.

People in our class including the boys Jaemin, Chenle and Yang Yang were encouraging us to date, but we just never seemed thrilled with the idea.

“Awhh c’mon you guys would be so cute together. You guys have kissed once before anyways it’s a sign.” I remember the boys would always poke fun at us, but we both would scream.

“Ew no way! Plus that kiss didn’t count it was for a school play.”

Yet every time a guy would try to ask me out, Donghyuck would scare them away because he claims that I’m still too young to date. Smh, yeah I should’ve known that it was actually because you were jealous.

“But now look at the glow up. You're the finest thing I ever seen, but you never been more than a friend to me.”

As much as I hate to admit it, but god sometimes Donghyuck can be hot...sexy...hell good looking when he wants to be. It doesn’t help that he’s teasing me about it either.

There was this one time when we were playing Mario Karts in his room and it was on a hot summer day at the time. This guy had the nerve to take his shirt off in front of me with sweat dripping on his abs, hair slightly messy to the side, and leans back with his grey sweat pants on.

GREY SWEATS!! Like cmon. I could barely concentrate on the game after awhile admiring how painly handsome. I felt very guilty because I was still dating Mark at the time, but my mind was going 2 different directions.

“Hey y/n if your hot you can take your shirt off too. I thought my mom had the mechanic fixed the ac by now so sorry about that.” There he goes sticking his tongue out like that again. Does he have no shame.

“Umm, Hyuck I just remembered I have a test on Friday to study for. Tootles!” I knew if I would’ve stayed in his room much longer I would’ve either passed out or sink deep into his tempting body leaning against mine. It was not only the heat in the room that was driving me crazy, but my beating heart that was burning my chest.

Before I tried to leave he shut the door and pushed me against the wall staring deep into my eyes. “You know princess, we don’t have a math test Friday right? I’m in the same class as you.”

This man uggh, next he proceeds to make me look at him in the eye by lifting my chin up. “D-did I say math test, silly me. I meant biology test.” After laughing awkwardly for a while I realized he wasn’t laughing with me like he usually does. It was like the vibe changed in a matter of 5 sec.

“Listen y/n...I know your dating Mark and all, but would it be wrong to just let me hold you one last time.” Yeah it would be awful, especially when your still technically half naked in front of me.

I’ve never even gotten close to kissing Mark before, yet my friend of 6 years is going to do it. So I had to run out of there before things got worse. “I-I can’t do that Hyuck. You know that wouldn’t be right. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

“I'm thinking that one day you'll be mine. And I don't wanna lose you.”

I ran home as fast as I can hyperventilating before I let myself caught any feelings. The truth was for awhile I only wanted to date Mark to try to forget about Hyuck, but after that night I’ve started to realize that I can’t escape my feelings that I have for him it’s impossible.

I love him more than anyone in this world. The thought of that saying had me laughing and crying that night.

June 26th, the day Donghyuck will have one last chance to confess his feelings before his princess y/n leaves off to go to school. Y/N and Donghyuck both run out of each other’s house and decided to meet up at the swing set after 6 years.

They both sit down sighing looking up at the orange sunset sky that’s shinning throughout the area. The two of them slowly swing looking down at the ground waiting for the other person to speak up first.

“So...I bet you probably heard the news already huh? I’ve finally got accept to Harvard. So tomorrow I’ll be going back to my hometown to begin my semester in fall.” Donghyuck responds back by saying.

“I know, I heard from my mom. She nearly cried. You know it would’ve been nice to hear from you. I haven’t seen you since last week.” Y/n finally looks up at him with tears falling down her face.

“Hyuck I’ve been going through so much this past week. I’ve broken up with Mark, my brother was stuck in the hospital and I almost had to repeat senior year if I didn’t pass that state test. So I’m sorry I didn’t contact you lately.”

Hyuck quickly stands up and hugs y/n gently by stroking her hair. “It would’ve been nice to hear your voice. I miss you and I love you.”

They both freeze up at the words he just said “Y-you what now?” Hyuck gulps at first, but then he snaps out of it ready to pour his heart out.”

“LISTEN PRINCESS I LOVE YOU OKAY?? Not just as a friend either. This whole year I never got to hang out with you and I don't know how to pretend, I hate falling in love with my best friend. That night you left my room I almost gave up on us, but I knew I had to tell you before you walk out of my life. Talk about bad timing right?”

Y/N starts giggling wiping her tears for a split second but then smiles by saying.

“I love you too Donghyuck. I have for a long time actually I just didn’t want to ruin my one and only specially friendship I had with you. I was even thinking that trying to move on by dating someone else would work, but it didn’t. Without you in my life, I am blue as the sky.”

The two of you of crack up laughing again at your embarrassing thoughts of each other, but immediately stop trying to think of what should happen next.

“We’re truly some idiots. Now we only have a few hours left of being a couple before you leave. So what happens next y/n?”

Y/n sits on Hyuck’s lap hugging him tightly and leans into his face by saying. “No worries we’ll figure this out once I move. For right now let’s just enjoy our last few hours together as a couple.”

Hyuck wraps arms around y/n waist and feels his heart skipping a beat once she starts kissing him softly in his ear. “Princess you know I’m very ticklish right there.” Ignoring his comments y/n proceeds to kiss his ear again, but then starts trailing down to his neck.

“My B-E-S-T, a true friend to me. Give me love and energy, that is what you send to me”

“Mmm keep calling me princess and I promise you I won’t be able to hold back.” He wiggles his eyebrows at your bold response and smirks by saying...

“Well what’s stoping you? We can do it right here right now on these swing sets.” He starts sliding your hands in your thighs while finally kissing you on your lips.

All that built up passion and emotion was easily displayed as you were kissing him. Not to mention the fact that he’s sliding his hand in your jeans which is making it hard for you to keep your voice down.

“Ahh keep it down y/n...Do you want the neighbors to hear you?” He teases you more by moving your hand in his jeans. “Do it for me too.”

“Lee Donghyuck, are you crazy?? Why don’t we just do this in your room. We will get caught for sure.” He pouts for a second and says

“Yes I’m crazy for you. You already know this though. How about this, we can finish this in my room and we can just tell my mom we stayed up playing games again all night long. Deal?”

“Deal!” You give him one last peck on the lips and grab him by running into his house like there’s no tomorrow. “Slow down princess!” The two of you slammed the door in his room and for the whole night you never dared to leave his side for a split second.

“It's what you do to me.”

The morning after ended up becoming very emotional for the both of you, because this is the last the you’ll be seeing each other face to face until the both of you are done with school. While he’s off becoming a singer, you’ll be on your way becoming a lawyer.

Out of all the places you could possibly move away from again your home next to Donghyuck and his family was the hardest to leave from. You made so many memories here and would cherish it for the rest of your life.

Before heading the road you give your best friend and now boyfriend one last hug and kiss on the forehead before putting your last luggage in the trunk and hitting the road to start your journey.

Although your both moving on to different paths of life career wise, you both will always have your history together and promised to reunite as a couple again when the time is right.

Thanks so much for reading this far you guys and feedback would be much appreciated. ✨

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🏷 : @himitsu-luna @starrdustville @xxminmixx @dundun-baby @purplepsycho03 @kpopsnowball

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[astrxlis-archive]

Hello Fox !!💖 I remember you telling me to let you know when i have seen Turning Red already. So here i am 😤 i have actually seen it the past few days ago tho i just don't have enough energy to compile my thoughts (yes i have tried typing my live thoughts down so i could say something 😂 it does matters still, right?).

I love how their temple looks like, it looks outstanding and really pretty 🤩🤩🤩 i'm lowkey loving the cooking scene, it looks like an irl advertisement 🤤🥺 Seeing her "solving the quadratic equation" gave me flashbacks back then when i was studying it— it's traumatizing and i'd never want to go back to that phase again (+ i forgot it already) yet i can see college whooping my ass in the future 😂😭 I cracked up when Mei felt something awakening inside of her and started to doodle an ikemen guy with defined abs that looks like Devon 😭

😭 I FELT THE EMBARASSMENT when her mom picked up her notebook,, i'd be praying for my life too if that would happen to me. And of course, her mom misunderstood the situation. 10/10 can relate as an asian, they're very protective yet stubborn at the same time 😩😩 they'd assume some stuff and refuse to listen to their kid smh smh. Idk if it's all asian moms but they're very reactive and emotional when there's some guy other than your dad or relatives that are involved 😩

That part where Mei started to have nightmares scared me sm 😰😌 it's hella creepy and lowkey relatable ?? Since dreams like that tend to be wild af 😭 idk but it really scared the hecc out of me,,,

I find it lowkey funny when Mei tried to move her belly when she turned into a red panda,,, and i think it's lowkey cute when the panda parts to go *poof*! There's a pink smoke too. i love miriam for talking back to this one person who said "whats with herr?? ("her"=mei) " that sounds so mocking and miriam snapped back, "what's with your face??!!!" <333 I honestly didn't expect Miriam to be the mom friend of the group, her mom might think otherwise but i find her to be a nice person :)

The part where mei transformed as a panda in school, rushed to the girls' cr then there's a girl who got out a cubicle(that said "o m g")- the way she shut her up with just her left paw and pushed her back 😂😭 Me thinking while watching mei run away from her mom: "i wonder how much this property damage costs like" 🤔🤔🤔

When Priya's twilight loving ass assumed that Mei transformed into a werewolf 💀 I'm cheering on Wilfred, her emotional support dog plushie 🥺💗💗 it's such a cutie,, I love their friendship, it's so wholesome <3 i love how their eyes sparkle in that ✨way✨ to show their adoration to something

Referring to her parents testing her urge control : idk but if im the one getting presented some random kitties i might run instead (context: i am scared of animals/insects or whatsoever that moves;;;;;)

I have also written these down: "YESSS BUSINESS 🤩🤩🤩 USING THAT *PANDA POWER* FOR MONEYYY." i remember tryna sell stickers and stuff at school too,,,is that one of the signs that im choosing business in the future 🤭🤔

im loving the fabulous entrance of her aunties + and her grandma looks so badass esp with that brow scar 🤩💞 I also like the foreshadowing of her dad asking her if her mom told her anything about her panda form. Mei haven't had any idea and then for the later parts of the movie her mom transformed out of rage, showing the destructive red panda in her. I was so shocked when her mom transformed 😭😭😭 why is it dinosaur sized ??!?! 😰😰😰 I haven't continued typing anything around this part but i love how we are able to see her aunt and grandma's forms too. It cleared my questions of "does the aunts have panda form too or only her mom?"

And tbh, her mom in her younger years looks so fine ?? I didn't expect that 😂🤩 she looks really nice. + Sun Yee's panda form is so lovely. It just lowkey creeps me out how she isn't saying anything and stays silent tho 😰

Figured out that by the end of the movie, Mei embraces her panda instead of abandoning it, for it's also a part of herself :DD the movie's really good, and i have forgiven Tyler too 💀💀 i really wanted to punch that boy in the first scenes.

There's no need to reply to this 😂 if you have something to say, please put it together with one of the previous asks 👌 Well, that sums everything then 😌 Good luck on your midterms Fox!! 😤😤😤 Please do your best, and no matter the result will be, at least you tried, right ? 🥰🥰🥰 We'll still be proud of you for trying, and that's all that matters !!! 💗💗💗 See you around ! :>

— 🍰.

hello 🍰 💓

i know you said i could reply to this in a different ask but honestly i am still not over this movie KFNDKSJ IT’S BEEN AT LEAST A MONTH NOW but anyways. i think it’s so sweet you took the time to write your thoughts down so you could share them with me?? please 🥺🥺🥺

i thought the temple was so pretty too!! i wish i could see a place like that irl 🫣 and yes, the cooking scene was great!! the contrast between how meimei’s dad is when cooking and how he really is like was great 😂 he's the kind of lovable dad who is trying his best, i think.

meimei’s doodling was literally me when i became a teenager 🫠 i felt represented and called out kfndkdn DUDE THE SECONHAND EMBARRASSMENT WAS SO REAL I HAD TO PAUSE THE MOVIE SO I COULD BREATH. I FELT THE DREAD. i’d honestly just pray for God to strike me dead if it were me. i can’t say much about the asian mom part but thank you for enlightening me about how real that is 🫢🫢

the nightmare sequence was just,,,, nope. nope, not for me, seemed like something straight out of my own nightmares 😢

speaking of miriam, i just love their whole friendship group?? like the girls are so supportive of each other, and they hold each other accountable. it’s so wholesome 🥺 i cried a lot during the movie bc of their friendship kfndks i wasn’t expecting miriam to be the mom of the group either! or for abby to have such gremlin energy 😳😳 and the twilight reference???? i lived for it even if i'm not a fan of twilight.

anytime meimei interacts with people in her panda form was so funny to me bc honestly? i would react the exact same way as the others did 😂 and i do think this may be little confirmations that maybe your path is in business :3c i mean, you’re looking at the movie and thinking abt how much damage would cost and celebrating flourishing (technically illegal) businesses 👀😂

the fact that ming lee’s panda is so enormous and we aren't given any explanation as to why in the world she’s like that… it makes me wonder. can pandas grow? or once you get them do they stay the same size? i feel like out of all the family members, she was the one who struggled the most, and that’s why she’s so controlling with meimei. i think at some point she liked her panda, too. but who knows! maybe i’m just reading too much into it.

about sun yee, that part creeped me out too 😂😂 but i think it’s because even if she did speak, meimei wouldn’t be able to understand her 🫢🤭

again, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me!! it’s nice to have your insight and opinions here.

take care of yourself too!! see you soon!! 💕💕

[astridthevalkyrie]

I WASN'T EXPECTING AN UPDATE SO FAST HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS

thank god i don't drink because i never want to experience a hangover ever. man, i think i felt my head pounding reading this. poor girl.

ufheruyfuyefgruy their texts are so cute!! thank you PETRA for actually having some sense smh

first one to date him? first one to sleep with him? first one he takes a photoshoot of?? we the people need to know, petra, elaborate!!

You’d try to annoy him, strike up a witty conversation, worm your way into his heart. You don’t have the strength to today.

that awkward moment when you're too tired to even engage in your usual romantic banter. felt, hardcore felt. my friend made a point to tell me that my wave to her today felt very off and tired and sad. manifesting that reader gets a good night's rest after inevitably dealing with annoying customers all day.

hi claude!! i think i'm warming up to him tbh.

Mikasa looked so heartbroken when she found out you had purposefully flunked out of college. She was the first one you told.

🥺🥺🥺i can just see her expression. my poor baby, i can't imagine how something like that would affect her. someone she cares about doing that to themselves?? she'd hate it.

MIKASA IS OUR BEST FRIEND AND I ADORE HER I WANT HER TO HUG ME RN

Your step dad was a real asshole, and your mom’s boss, how utterly cliche.

hahaha yeah (nervously sweats) i don't have like.....fantasies ab levi being my boss, that would be so cliche and dumb (aggressively shuts off tabs)

but yeah honestly fuck her step dad if he was mean to her

You had already been selfish enough, ruining one of the most important nights of her life already.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i don't want to hurt mikasa!!!! why did this make me miss a friend i don't even have, man. cherry, i hate you (not really). stop toying with my emotions like this.

“I don’t know where it’s at.”

“Ask the landlord. I don’t know your apartment.”

The door shuts. You don’t need clarification to know Levi has had enough of you.

oh okay!!! :) go fuck yourself mr. ackerman!! i don't even like grumpy french people!

Ruin Mikasa’s prom and fuck her date, become her best friend.

OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO GIRL THAT IS NOT IT

cute hange time!!!! aww, moblit is their partner, that's so adorable fhriufhruhf

not hange trying to set her up with erwin LMAO although if levi continues to not tell me how to work my heating i may reconsider my vendetta against erwin. maybe.

how much eye fucking has claude seen to be in on this bet 😨this poor man

Levi’s gotten a haircut, his bangs resting shorter on his forehead, undercut perfectly maintained, appearance as perfect as ever.

no! you know what, no!! after he was rude, i don't care how much he tries to get my heart racing, it's not going to work! i'm not that hopeless!! (takes quick picture) get over yourself levi, seriously.

IF I BUY YOU GREEN TEA, YOU BETTER THANK ME AND DRINK IT. DO NOT IGNORE ME, SIR. SIR. DRINK THE MFING GREEN TEA RIGHT NOW.

Or, he just doesn’t like you.

um, no. he's just an asshole. a pretty asshole, but an asshole nonetheless.

But if he doesn’t like you, why does Levi finally look at you when you stop pestering him?

STOP CHERRY I DON'T. FUCKING. NEED THIS. WHY IS HE PINING AND TORTURING BOTH OF THEM FOR NO REASON.

................she texted hange ab erwin. she went on a date with petra and then texted hange ab erwin. ........i'm going to go jump off of a building.

No fucking way. You’ve got to be fucking kidding.

Erwin’s fucking British. Like he needed another point on his hotness chart. It’s almost laughable.

shut. the fuck. up. cherry this feels PERSONAL. i am not simping for moon river erwin when i'm already simping for moon river levi, petra, hange and mikasa!! (and claude???) it's not going to happen!! stop trying to make it happen!!!!!

“Clipboard, now.”

you don't GET to be jealous, baby boo. i am going to see sights with this blonde adonis and there is nothing you can do about it.

YESSSSS. TELL HIM OFF. AS YOU FUCKING SHOULD.

"Not everyone wants to be your friend, chérie, not everyone wants to know why the petite fille triste ran away from home, why she has no friends."

not me blushing because of the nicknames even though he's insulting her. anyways, levi, here's my middle finger.

CAN YOU JUST SAY THINGS IN ENGLISH SO WE CAN STOP P I N I N G

Levi’s lips twitch upwards, “I don’t want that.”

“Then what?”

“You still want to be friends?”

no. maybe. a little. yes. definitely. okay but he better be treating her to something nice.

aaaaand of course the end left my heart fluttering. like i'm watching a really good movie. like i'm lying in bed with my soulmate. like i'm falling in love for the first time. cherry, you brilliant, cruel genius.

|| moon river. || part vi. ||

|| masterpost || taglist form || part v. || part vii. ||

pairing: Levi x fem bodied reader

chapter content: modern au, neighbors au, coworkers au, alcohol mentions, description of a hangover, emotional angst (reader's past), Levi is a complete and total asshole in this one, reader and Levi have a heated argument, minors/ageless blogs do not interact.

summary: in which Levi acts a little off. “friends hang out with each other, don’t they?

wc: 7.2k

a/n: ended up scrapping some of the ending, so the wc isn't as lengthy!! this chapter is dedicated to the beautiful birthday babe @esroh06!!! hope you enjoy <3

A headache is defined as a continuous pain in the head. A migraine — a recurrent throbbing headache that typically affects one side of the head and is often accompanied by nausea and disturbed vision. Two similar words, two similar meanings, two different severities of pain.

Which makes the definition of the word hangover, a severe headache or other after effects caused by drinking an excess of alcohol, the perfect word to describe your current state.

The sun is a cruel being. It intrudes in spaces you’d rather it didn’t, like your bedroom for example. It slithers its radiant claws across the surface of your mattress, crawling menacingly over the creases of your comforter. Finally, it reaches your face, taunting you by dancing across your eyelids. The light is loud, overbearing, and unwelcomed.

Your skull pounds, deep and raw with the texture of pain. Your tongue is dry, as if you’ve never had a drop of water before in your life. You hope you can find the will to fall back asleep.

With a groan, you roll over, shoving your face into your pillow. This only provides an escape for a brief moment, because with the appearance of the sun, you’re already awakened. Your body aches, but it’s ready for the day.

Sitting upright feels treasonous, but it’s an act you have to do. Your head spins, brutally sober now, and force yourself out of the blanket cocoon you’ve spun overnight.

You go about your morning routine with the least amount of effort possible. You dump a cold cup of water on Jeremy, opposed to the gentle stream you’ve been careful to do in the previous weeks. He’s getting his water, and that’s all that matters. Your self brewed coffee is made black, your breakfast is last night’s leftovers, and your shower is long, the water scolding as it flows over your skin.

You haven’t heard that annoying fucking clock go off once, and that realization is what makes you look at the digital numbers presented on your phone.

It’s five o’clock. You have work in an hour. You’ve only been awake for two.

You’re never drinking with Petra again.

“Hey, just wanted to text you and make sure you’re alive lol! Thanks for going out with me last night, I had so much fun! I would love to do it again sometime (:”

You hit send.

“I’m barely holding on, I just woke up lmao. I had the best time! Next time though I’m making YOU do those shots instead of me”

“Levi literally had to carry me home, I’m declaring NO shots for next time actually”

“Levi had to carry you home huh? (;”

“Not like that!”

“Uh huh, sureeee it wasn’t like that.”

A repetitious knocking on your door pulls you from your phone, biting your lip as you type out one last reply.

“He doesn’t even like me dude, he was just being nice”

“All I’m saying is I have my money on you being the first one”

Your eyebrows scrunch together. First one for what?

Another three knocks, and the sound starts to bite and claw at your eardrums. You don’t know if you have the energy to be cheerful today. You hope Levi will understand your bad mood.

The door swings too fucking loud, the hinges screaming in protest. You wince involuntarily, and meet the gaze of the man standing before you.

Levi’s glaring those icy eyes at you, “We’re going to be late.”

“Sorry,” you grumble, fumbling with the chipping golden lock of your door.

Usually, either one of you would make a snarky remark by now. You’d try to annoy him, strike up a witty conversation, worm your way into his heart. You don’t have the strength to today. It’s taking everything in you to stand upright, to not whip around and slam yourself back into bed. His cold demeanor isn’t exactly motivating you towards a happier disposition either.

Levi doesn’t make a single noise as you walk to the bar. He’s distant, walking a few steps behind you. Had you not known for a fact he was there, you would’ve believed you were entirely alone. His footsteps fall in perfect sync with your own, the streets barren and the noise thankfully dull. He feels like a ghost behind you, as if you’re the only person in this entire city.

The bar is empty when you arrive. Sundays typically promise the absence of a crowd, only a couple regulars lingering about. The usual older men, Claude being amongst them, sit in their typical barstools. They should’ve written their names on their seats by now, carved them into the wood. You’re sure their behinds leave permanent indents on the leather cushions when they stand.

Levi floats away to the office, and you tend the counter alone. With stiff smiles and a low voice, you make it through the night. The smell of the alcohol you pour leaves a metallic taste in your mouth, twisting and pulling at your stomach unpleasantly. You hold your breath as you craft the requested drinks, but it’s not enough to stop the overproduction of saliva under your tongue.

You’ll never drink the night before work ever again. This is pure hell.

Time passes by slowly, and you’re bored out of your mind. You’re almost tempted to ask Levi to close earlier, the patrons flowing out by nine o’clock. It’s ten now, and not a single face has appeared within the hour. You can try to distract yourself on your phone all you want, but watching tv shows gets boring and you have no social media to immerse yourself in.

So, your mind wanders like it always does. Back to the same thoughts that seem to creep up on you when your brain has nothing else to do.

Mikasa looked so heartbroken when she found out you had purposefully flunked out of college. She was the first one you told.

You had been doing well, fantastic in fact. Majoring in fine arts, turning in your assignments on time, getting high praises from your teachers. You loved it — until you didn’t. Highschool sucked, but college provided you the freedom of choosing your own path. Your mother had been disappointed to say the least, angry you hadn’t chosen a more reliable area of study. Like business, or even social work. She didn’t believe you could be successful with art, and you were hellbent on proving her wrong.

Until she got remarried. Then she couldn’t give a flying fuck what you did with your life.

Still, Mikasa had been the voice of reason for the majority of your friendship. She was great at that, being supportive. Even after all the things you had put her through, she was always there. Even though your friendship blossomed out of an awkward situation, she stood by your side through it all.

She was the one who told you to go to school for art. Mikasa was the first one to tell you that you had talent. Mikasa made you believe you had talent. You couldn’t have asked for a better best friend. She meant the entire world to you.

You spent every weekend together, more often than not at her apartment. Your step dad was a real asshole, and your mom’s boss, how utterly cliche. They met in your sophomore year of highschool, and by senior year, you were living in that man’s house. Had you been able to afford it yourself, you would’ve moved out. Though the man was loaded in terms of money, he and your mother never really helped you out in that department. So you avoided sleeping there at all costs.

Then you got fired from your bookstore job, flunked out of school, and moved to another country. So, you got away in the end.

You left them a sweet, simple note on the kitchen counter. “Don’t find me.”

You really wish out of everyone, out every single person you had left behind in that shitty town — you had told Mikasa where you were going. She would’ve understood. She would’ve kept your secret.

But she would’ve come with you, and thrown away her own life in the process. She was going to be a doctor. You couldn’t jeopardize that. You had already been selfish enough, ruining one of the most important nights of her life already. You didn’t have it in you to ruin her life on top of that.

She would’ve really liked Petra, though. Definitely would hate Levi, and probably tolerate Hange.

Staring at your dimming phone screen now, you realize you could still contact her if you wanted to. You know her number by heart. Eren and Armin too. You could text them. You could let them know you’re okay, and that you’re sorry for leaving them behind. You could finally tell them how much you miss them, how fucking scared you’ve been. How you don’t know anyone here, but you’ve met a few people along the way that have been kind enough to help you out. How alone you feel despite that fact.

You smile. You’d send a picture of your begonia, too. “Look what I’ve accomplished though, look at how hard I’ve worked. I did it, I got out. Come join me.”

If only it could be that simple. You’d do it in a heartbeat if you knew for a fact your friends would live happy, fulfilled lives here. But they’re six feet deep in student loans and chasing after a life they’re working so hard for back at home. Maybe Armin would’ve figured it out, he always did, but Eren was utterly hopeless. He wouldn’t have lasted a day in the city.

You can see him now trying to tell you that you’re wrong. Maybe you would’ve been, who knows. He’s not here, none of them are. It’s just you.

“You ready to go?”

You don’t want to look to your right, don’t want to see Levi right now. Not looking how you do. Your phone screen is black and your reflection is vivid in the glass. You look so sad.

“Yeah.”

Levi goes about closing up the bar, doing so quietly and with speed. Wordlessly, you leave through the front door, managing to wipe your expression off your face. Levi doesn’t question your blank stare and silence, doesn’t make a single comment as you head home.

Tomorrow’s your first day working alone with Hange, you should be asking him an abundance of questions. They stay dormant on your tongue, but there’s a longing inside of you. You want to talk to him, but you don’t. His energy is off anyways, he’s barely looked you in the eyes today. Maybe he’s trying to be accommodating for your hungover state, but your headache has long passed. You just feel tired. You think he knows this, but your brain feels too big for your head. You don’t trust your thoughts or your body at the moment.

The light bulb on the hallway ceiling is flickering, and you should probably let the building owner know. It goes out for a few seconds at a time, a distinct buzzing noise taking place in the absent lighting. Your doorknob feels cold when your fingers go to twist it, but you pause. It fogs under the pads, smudging prints across the surface.

“Do you know how to work the heat?”

Levi has one foot in his door, he doesn’t look at you as he speaks, “You turn the dial.”

“I don’t know where it’s at.”

“Ask the landlord. I don’t know your apartment.”

The door shuts. You don’t need clarification to know Levi has had enough of you.

Enough is a funny word. As much or as many as required. You’ve never known how to determine that. You’ve always been too much.

Or not enough, depends on who you would ask.

The mind is a balancing act, the human ego is fragile, and the soul is blinded. You are no exception to this, walking on a tightrope most of your life.

Too much passion, not enough courage. Overflow with positivity and kindness, crumble in the face of negativity and frowns.

Ruin Mikasa’s prom and fuck her date, become her best friend. Salvage all your friendships, leave them all behind in an impulsive string of decisions. Chase after your dreams, lose them all by choice.

Move to a place where you can be whoever you want, carry emotional baggage with you everywhere you go.

It’s funny how the world works. Nothing is ever enough, but it’s always too much. All of it is sort of humorous, in a way. A joke without a punchline. An endless give and take, actions and consequences. You wonder if any of this will make sense in the end.

It feels sort of lonely navigating the city streets by yourself — you make mental landmarks of all the cracks in the pavement, of each unique street lamp not yet illuminated. You’re on your way in for an opening shift, twelve o’clock sharp, so the sun will be setting on your way back home.

Which means you’ll be put to the test at happy hour, in front of the person who has the ability to determine your continued employment. Hange.

Warmth floods through your bones as you step into the bar, opposing the outside forces that seem to get colder every passing day. The atmosphere is docile, the supposed calm before the storm, and you assume Hange got here earlier than you did to open things up.

A scratch of your name on the clipboard later, you set up shop behind the counter, and wait.

You would have approached Hange in their office, but you didn’t want to intrude. Besides, you’re still not fully recovered from the night out with Petra. A bad mood lingers in the back of your consciousness, but a somewhat genuine smile covers its traces. At least now you can look at the copious amounts of booze and not have the urge to gag.

Claude and his old misfit friends show up about an hour into your shift. You’ve grown familiar with their drink orders, so you’ve had their glasses ready to be filled at a moment’s notice. Levi’s cheat sheet proves to be a blessing yet again as it guides you to choose the liquors required. The men grunt their thank you’s, offering polite pursings of their lips.

“You’re making out quite well, aren’t you?”

Hange appears to your right, crossing their arms. Their hair sways in their signature ponytail, glasses perched high on the bridge of their nose. They have dark circles under their eyes, so you wonder if they’re getting enough sleep lately. They look tired, even though their voice is bright and chipper.

“I hope so,” you chuckle bashfully. “How are you today?”

“Tired,” they confirm your suspicions, closing the distance between the two of you to help man the counter. “My partner’s out of town for the week on another business trip, and we just got a puppy.”

“Puppy?” your eyes widen in excitement. “Please tell me you have pictures.”

“You know I absolutely do,” they grin. “But one newly acquired puppy and one missing husband is a recipe for disaster. I have one of my friends, Erwin, literally puppy sitting right now. Or house sitting, whatever crisis happens first.”

You laugh at Hange’s choice of words, “I’m sure your partner will be back in no time.”

“You’ll understand one day when you’re married,” Hange smiles fondly. “Moblit’s an idiot, but he’s my idiot. I miss him being an idiot at home.”

You don’t think it’s your place to say it, but the way Hange talks about their husband is really sweet. A smile seems to convey those unspoken words just fine, Hange’s own grin only growing softer.

You do find the courage to ask to see pictures of their puppy, and with giddy hands they scroll through their phone to show off the most adorable photos you have ever seen. Hange excitedly goes on about the latest installment of the puppy series — a quick snapshot from before they left the house today, a handsome, tall blonde man holding the precious pup in his arms with a crooked smile.

Hange’s eyes flash between their phone and your expression, “That’s Erwin.”

You nod, “He seems nice!”

A pause, “Yeah, he really is. Late twenties, newly single, stable job, loves the outdoors.”

Your eyes leave their screen, “You should write his dating profile bio.”

“Is my pitch working then?”

Your head is thrown back as you laugh, “He seems nice, Hange.”

They sigh, tucking their phone away back into their pocket, “I’m setting you up with someone, I swear. Levi told me all about how new you are to the area.”

“Levi did, did he?”

“Mhm,” a smirk crawls on their lips. “Unless you already have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?”

You shake your head, “Nope. Haven’t had time to go looking for one. Not that I’m really looking, if I’m honest.”

Finding a significant other wasn’t exactly on your list of priorities. Making sure you could pay your rent and have food on the table was slightly more important. And to be truthful, you really didn’t want anything serious. You’re terrible with commitment anyways.

You’ve never really had a serious relationship, come to think of it. Your experiences, romantic and sexual, were fleeting. Gratefully, you can say the more intimate ones have been worth remembering. You can thank Eren for that.

“C’mon!” Hange says with a laugh behind their breath. “You’re in a new city, you’re cute, you should explore your options! They don’t call me Horny Hange for noth—“

Your snort ends their sentence, “I’ll think about it.”

“Erwin’s really nice. I’ll leave it at that. Unless, you’re saying all this because you already have your eye on someone?”

“You know, now that you’ve said something,” you place your finger to your chin. “Petra is really pretty.”

“Wrong coworker, love,” their eyebrows wiggle suggestively on their forehead.

Your palm flattens across your chest, your lips releasing a gasp, “Hange! You’re married!”

They deadpan, “Grey eyes. Black hair. Bad attitude. Ring any bells?”

“No, but I’ll be sure to check in with my doctor if I start to hear ringing in my ears.”

“You two are perfect for each other.”

“I know, my doctor is a really fantastic lady.”

“And this is why my money is on Levi.”

You’re slammed with the realization that Petra had texted you something so very similar yesterday. With a frustrated twinge, you ask, “Are you and Petra taking bets or something?”

“No,” they smile mischievously. “Not just us, Claude’s in on it too.”

“On what?” you ask exasperatedly.

“I’ve said too much.”

You narrow your eyes at your boss, wondering what they could possibly be plotting. Your pupils slide to the corners of your eyes, eyeing up the curly mustache man — Claude sits back in his stool silently, taking a cold sip from his vodka straight.

“You’re on thin ice, Claude,” you grit your teeth. The older man only snickers into his glass.

Fucking Claude.

“He won’t open his mouth, if he knows what’s good for him,” Hange jokingly threatens. “Or no more discounts.”

The bushy faced man takes the tips of his fingers, zipping across his lips and locking the corner with an imaginary key, throwing it behind himself. All without making eye contact with either of you.

The audacity.

Despite this, you laugh along with the brunette. Your shift seems to fly by after that, being forced into good spirits by the chatty brunette who does not leave your side for the next few hours.

Hange’s amazingly smart, and funny. They have you keening over in giggle fits with nearly every sentence, struggling to catch your breath. Hange holds such a bright light within themselves, the warmth bursting at the seams with every word that falls from their lips. Their smile is contagious, as is their good mood.

You nearly forget that this person is your boss. They feel more like an instant best friend, like Petra — like Levi, if he’d just let you be his friend already.

The ravenette in question shows up ten minutes before six, sour faced as usual. Still, your heart races in your chest as you take in his image. Levi’s gotten a haircut, his bangs resting shorter on his forehead, undercut perfectly maintained, appearance as perfect as ever.

You smile his way just to be ignored. You don’t take it to heart, at first.

Collecting your belongings, zipping up a jacket, you go to greet him, “Hey! I cleaned most of the glasses already, and wiped down all the tables, so you should be set for tonight.”

He simply grunts, not looking you in the eyes. Weird.

Your tongue presses to the back of your teeth, eyebrows furrowing, “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

Again, nothing.

You start to wish him a goodnight, but stop yourself. There’s an absence of amusement in his facial expression, absolutely no friendliness to be seen. Not that there usually is, but there’s always some spark in his eyes. Some kind of emotion. The silver of his orbs look blank, and Levi looks bored. So, you decide to leave him alone, and head home.

The same thing happens the next day. Complete silence encompasses your conjoined walk to and from work, absolutely no words spill forth from his pretty lips. Just half hearted grunts and nods of his head. He doesn’t look at you at all.

You don’t remember much of that day, only that your heart feels heavy in your chest the rest of the evening.

Maybe tomorrow, you tell yourself.

Wednesday, you work alongside Petra. Levi switched shifts with the strawberry blonde, unbeknownst to you. You don’t ask why, but it settles in a weird place in your mind. You hope he’s okay. As much as you want to ask Petra, or even Levi himself, you refrain.

It’s clear he doesn’t want to talk to you, which is fine. Petra distracts you with plans to go sightseeing in the city, listing off multiple tourist attractions. You agree with excitement, but you can’t help but think about your neighbor and his feelings towards tourists. You wonder if he’s ever been to these places Petra talks about, or if he’d like to go with the two of you. You’ll have to ask him when you see him again.

Thursday is when you start to really get upset.

You cross the street an hour before you’re due for your shift, and order yourself a coffee from the cafe. The words “green tea” fall from your lips before you can stop them, and suddenly you’re holding two cups to go in your hands. Maybe this will cheer him up.

Knocking on his door, you stand bundled up in a thick knitted sweater and your freshly broken in sneakers. The cups are warm when you first knock, but as the minutes pass, five becoming ten, ten becoming fifteen, the drinks cool to room temperature.

You place his tea on the floor, and text him, “Hey, not sure if you’re home, I got you a green tea! It’s outside whenever you get around to it! (:”

“Read at 5:02 p.m.”

You frown when the time passes on. He must be busy, or something. You leave for work, not thinking much of it, and Petra’s wide eyes and brilliant smile distract you once again for the night.

You see the cup still outside his door once you return to your apartment in the early hours of the morning. Untouched, and still full. Your heart lurches in your chest, the muscle squeezing tight.

You try not to think about it too much, but a flicker of anger starts to build in your stomach. Alongside it brews rejection and hurt. Your feelings are wounded, the damage cutting deep into your perception of the ravenette.

Maybe the kindness you had previously believed Levi to hold was an act. It feels wrong thinking that, but it could be true. Maybe he truly did just feel bad for you, and after helping you out, he was ready to sever all his ties to you.

You wake up Friday morning with a pit in your stomach. You water Jeremy, you shower, and get prepped for your mid day shift as slowly as possible. Sluggishly moving around your apartment, those previous feelings of hurt morph into a searing anger.

Levi doesn’t owe you anything. You know this, he’s done more than enough to help you out. You start to think about every interaction, every exchange of words you’ve had with him. Were you just a thorn in his side after all? A lingering headache in his skull that just couldn’t go away? Perhaps you had been too much for him. You hadn’t meant to be, if that were the case.

Maybe your need for human interaction was too overwhelming for Levi. Maybe he didn’t understand you and your way of showing affection. With Eren, Armin, and Mikasa, they had just inherently gotten you, and knew exactly where you had been coming from in any given situation.

Perhaps you had pressed your luck, overstayed your welcome in his good graces. Maybe Levi didn’t like you at all.

No, that can’t be it. If he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t have gone to the extent that he has. Securing you a job, accompanying you on your journeys to and from the bar, being an active partner in your witty bantering. Levi wouldn’t have done any of that, if he truly didn’t like you, at least to some degree.

Levi doesn’t owe you anything, but it doesn’t cost anything to be a decent person. You hadn’t done anything to deserve his silence.

Did you do something while you were drunk that overstepped his boundaries? Why hadn’t he confronted you about it, if that were the case?

The maybe’s and the what if’s made your head hurt, possible varying answers only prompting more questions in their wake. Gritting your teeth, you stand outside your apartment door, arms crossed.

You’re solving this today. If you did something wrong, you deserve to know. If you didn’t, you’ll simply cut off any hopes for a budding friendship.

The click and creek of Levi’s front door pulls you from your thoughts. Your spine stiffens as you stare straight ahead. He doesn’t even stop in front of you, walking straight down the hallway to the stairwell, ready to continue his silent streak.

You’re not having that.

“What’s your deal?” you ask, trying to keep your tone level and calm. “Why have you been ignoring me?”

He halts, freezing in his footsteps. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t respond. You continue.

“Did I do something to piss you off?”

“Don’t you always?”

“Seriously, what’s your fucking problem?”

Levi shakes his head, feet moving down the creaking stairs, “Come on, we’ll be late.”

You want your mouth to move more than your feet, but the opposite happens. Your legs go on autopilot as you follow after him, this time, you’re the ghost in his shadow.

Like the rest of the week, Levi doesn’t say a single thing. You can’t even read his facial expression, purposefully stoic and blank. All week, you’ve been pondering over what could possibly be going on with him. Nearly worried sick, if you’re honest.

You get it though, you understand. When you made the decision to leave home, you didn’t talk to a single person for an entire week while you collected your savings and supplies. Not that you think Levi is about to run away, or at least you think he isn’t, but that silence is more protective than it is harmful.

Or, he just doesn’t like you.

Either way, you stop trying to give him a piece of your attention. If he wants to be this way, then you’ll let him. Levi doesn’t owe you anything, you remind yourself.

But if he doesn’t like you, why does Levi finally look at you when you stop pestering him?

“You really have to work after this?” Petra groans, fisting her jacket at the buttons in the center.

You sigh, “Yeah, but hey! We have plenty of time! Besides, Hange’s cool if I’m a little bit late, I already talked to them.”

“I can’t believe you haven’t been here yet,” the strawberry blonde snorts. “I mean, I wasn’t even unpacked in my own home before I visited the art museum! It’s tourist priority number one.”

You silently agree. It should be, this building is probably the most beautiful piece of architecture you’ve ever seen with your own eyes. The exterior is reason enough to call it an art museum — wide arching windows, stunning sculpted brick lining the roof. It’s beautiful, something you could only Google and hope you’d get to see in person one day. Most people don’t get the chance to, but standing in front of the museum, you get thrown into a new perspective.

It doesn’t matter if Levi likes you or not. You didn’t move here for him. You moved to the city because you were tired of not believing in yourself, not believing you could make something out of nothing. It’s weird, but this realization brings on some of the strongest feelings of pride you’ve ever felt.

You did it. You got out. You’re standing in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, alongside one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever met. You own your own apartment, you have a job, you take care of yourself and a plant. You did it.

“You’re in a new city, you’re cute, you should explore your options!”

Maybe Hange is right. Maybe it’s time to try new things. You’re more than capable at new beginnings.

Before the two of you explore the insides of the museum, you whip out your phone, and send a text to the brunette.

“Is Erwin busy tonight?”

Turns out, Erwin is busy tonight — busy talking to Hange, leaning over the bar counter, sipping a glass of whiskey carelessly.

He’s a lot taller in person, a lot blonder. You nearly mistake him for a model when you first walk in. Chiseled cheekbones, a jaw that cut slice your wandering finger, eyes that sparkle in a way that says “don’t you want to talk to me?”. He’s intimidatingly handsome. You have yet to work up the courage to approach him, but you know the second Hange’s eyes lift from his, you’ll be introduced.

It’s why you’re pressed against the wall furthest from the bar, facing away and wiping at tables. You’re fucking terrified. What if you like him?

What if he likes you?

You’d rather swirl that rag in your hands over every surface in the building until your fingers prune than find out the answer. You’re embarrassingly inexperienced, and Erwin is outrageously out of your league.

So is Levi, come to think of it. That could be why you wanted him to like you so bad at the beginning. There’s just something about that ravenette though that makes him so approachable.

Erwin is so hot he’s scary. You find that the spectrum of attractiveness starts at charming amazement, and ends with gut wrenching terror. Levi falls somewhere in the middle. Erwin is at the dead end.

You cast a curious glance over your shoulder and — oh fuck, Hange’s noticed you, and they’re calling you over now.

Fuck. Okay, keep cool. You got this.

You leave the rag on the table, straighten your shirt (low cut, of course), and will your feet to move. Your brain screams in rejection, wanting you to run the opposite direction, but you ignore it.

Erwin has beautiful eyes. You want him to blink so you don’t have to look at them. It’s unfair for a person to be this stunning.

“Erwin!” Hange grins suspiciously large. “I’d like you to meet my newbie!”

You state your name in a voice you hope isn’t shaky, and smile, “It’s nice to meet you! Hange’s told me you’ve had your hands full with puppy duty.”

His laugh sounds like trumpets, “Yes, but honestly, it’s taken everything in me to not take the little guy home with me everyday. He’s cute, you should bring him in sometime Han’.”

No fucking way. You’ve got to be fucking kidding.

Erwin’s fucking British. Like he needed another point on his hotness chart. It’s almost laughable.

Hange must see the surprised look in your eyes, because they immediately start cracking up, “Maybe when we get him potty trained!”

Erwin’s smile falters for a moment, “I can’t believe when you got him, you didn’t buy training pads. Moblit picked a fantastic week to go on a business trip.”

“You should’ve seen the look on his face when he came home yesterday though,” the brunette sighs wistfully. “He was so excited! A little confused, but excited!”

“Oh, your partner didn’t know about the puppy?” you ask. You could’ve sworn you remembered the words “we just got a puppy” had left Hange’s lips the other day. Emphasis on the “we”.

“Not my fault he left me alone. Moblit should’ve known better.”

You share a laugh with the two before shaking your head, “You’re something else, Hange.”

“That, they are,” Erwin glances at you from the corners of his eyes. You want to disappear immediately.

Thankfully, or maybe not, a clearing of a throat interrupts your conversation. The three of you turn towards the source, Levi standing with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed into tiny slits.

He says your name in a dull tone, “You forgot to write down your initials on the clipboard.”

“Oh, sorry, I’ll go do that now,” your teeth tug at your bottom lip. You send Erwin one last smile, “It really was nice meeting you.”

“Yes, it was,” the blonde hums. “Maybe all of us could go out sometime, I’d love to know how you ended up in the city. Hange told me you just moved here.”

You nod, feeling the tips of your ears ignite with blood, “That’d be wonderful!”

“Clipboard, now.”

You clench your hands into fists at your sides, and grit your teeth into a grin. Hange offers you an apologetic grimace, and Erwin’s lips twitch into a frown. Levi’s in a mood today, that much is obvious. You circle the bar, and head into the hallway, not wanting to further piss off the ravenette.

It takes every bit of your strength, but you don’t cuss Levi out as he follows you. The angered words sit in your mouth and kill off taste buds, your lips a thick wall, preventing them from escaping. However, if Levi prompts you to part your pout, you can’t promise yourself you’ll be able to hold back every thought that’s been stewing for a week.

Of course, he does just that.

“Your handwriting is awful,” Levi grumbles behind you. “You could at least try and put in some effort.”

“Who cares? My name’s on it, isn’t it?”

“Do you even give a fuck about this job? You half ass every single thing you do.”

“What’s your fucking problem?” you slam the clipboard back on its hook and whip around.

“I just told you. You’re suddenly deaf now?” Levi’s words feel like lashes across your heart. His vocabulary has always been like this, but his tone has always been light hearted. Not now though, his voice is intentionally mean.

“Levi,” you breathe in through your nose, trying to calm yourself before you explode. “You’ve been ignoring me all week, being down right fucking mean, and now you want to talk to me, and all you’re doing is criticizing me?”

“Do things right the first time and I won’t have to,” he bites back, silver eyes blazing.

Is what you’re about to say worth you getting potentially fired? Guess you’re about to find out.

“With all due respect, go fuck yourself,” your hands shake at your sides, your body vibrating in rage. “I don’t deserve to be treated like this. I haven’t done anything wrong! And if I have, please tell me. Because as far as I’m aware, you’ve been an asshole for absolutely no fucking reason.”

“It’s your fucking attitude!” he snarls in the loudest voice you’ve ever heard from him. “You walk around like the world owes you something, like you expect everyone to fall to their feet and thank you for gracing them with your presence. Not everyone wants to be your friend, chérie, not everyone wants to know why the petite fille triste ran away from home, why she has no friends.”

(Darling — sad little girl.)

“Fuck you,” you breathe out, eyes brimming with fiery tears. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know enough,” Levi spits.

“Why don’t you like me, Levi?” you’re asking before you can thoroughly think it through. You throw your arms up in frustration, “I have been nothing but nice to you! I thought we could be friends. What a fucking joke that was.”

He throws his head back in a humorless laugh, “I don’t like you? J'aimerais que ce soit le problème—“

(I wish that was the problem.)

“Stop!” you raise your voice, eyes wide. “You know I don’t speak fucking French! I’m sorry that I don’t — Levi, you, fuck! You have no fucking idea what I’ve been through, why I’m here! You don’t know me! You won’t even try to!”

“I don’t need to know you,” he speaks so calmly it’s eerie. “I know your type.”

“And how far has that attitude gotten you in life?” you snort. “You want to say I have no friends? Sure, you’re right. I don’t. I just moved here, what’s your excuse? I’m sure it’s your positive outlook that brings home your group of no friends. I have the attitude problem, Levi? Maybe you’re so afraid to have a real connection you shut out everyone around you. Are you that dense? Oh I’m sorry — stupide?”

(Stupid.)

“See, you know French,” Levi’s eyes drift to the floorboards, his body releasing tension as he slumps his back against the wall. “Still want to be friends?”

“Is this what you do?” your voice is softer now, your arms circling around your midriff. “Push everyone away on purpose? I was worried about you all week. You wouldn’t even look at me. Did I do something?”

He’s quiet, too quiet. You’ve seen Levi tired before, but right now, he looks downright exhausted. As if a smile has never graced his face, his expression spells out how lonely he must be.

His words hurt, but you have the overwhelming realization that maybe he’s said all these things because he feels this way towards himself. Hurt people hurt people. Or whatever that saying is.

That doesn’t excuse his behavior though, you remind yourself.

“No, you didn’t,” he sounds as if he’s been kicked in the stomach. His eyelashes brush against his cheeks as he closes his eyes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” you mirror him, pressing your back to the opposite wall, facing him. “Levi, I like you. I think you’re kind, funny, even charming when you want to be. I just don’t understand. I know you don’t owe me anything, but you’ve been so nice to me, up until right now. You didn’t have to be, you chose to. I didn’t ask for you to feel bad for me, I’m not asking you to even now. All I wanted from you was to be your friend. If you really don’t want that, that’s okay, I’ll leave you alone. Just, tell me what you want.”

“You really think I don’t like you?” his voice is monotone, expression unreadable.

“No, I don’t think you do,” you press your lips together in a tight line.

He carts his fingers through his hair, tilting his head towards the ceiling, “It’s, that’s not it. This has nothing to do with whether or not I like you. You’re right. I don’t know you.”

“So what do you want?” you ask gently. “We can just be coworkers, if you want to be. We don’t have to speak to each other. We can just be civil. I’ll leave you alone.”

Levi’s lips twitch upwards, “I don’t want that.”

“Then what?”

“You still want to be friends?”

“If you promise to never speak to me like that ever again, I’ll think about it.”

“Get your things.”

“Huh?”

Shit. You’re about to get fired, aren’t you?

“Do you need me to say it again?” Levi’s laugh is so light hearted it’s almost bone chilling. “Get your things — prends tes affaires.”

Your eyes begin to water again, your voice shakes as you respond, “Okay. Should I tell Hange?”

Finally, he makes eye contact with you, “Do you think I’m firing you?”

“Aren’t you?” you want your voice to stop wobbling. You won’t let your last few minutes of your employment be filled with tears.

“No,” he pushes off the wall, coming to stand a few steps in front of you. “We’re leaving, Hange can cover tonight. It doesn’t look like it’s going to be busy.”

“Why are we leaving?” you sniffle despite being completely relieved. “Are we allowed to do that?”

“Friends hang out with each other, don’t they? We’re going out, somewhere that’s not this bar.”

You take a good look at him then. You think you understand now — Levi’s been scared. As much as he doesn’t know you, you don’t know him. You have no idea what he’s been through, what’s made him out to be the man he is today. It all suddenly makes sense, in the vaguest of ways.

Maybe you and Levi are similar. You run away from things you find hard to deal with. His just happens to be the weight of emotions, of human connection. He’s scared of you.

“You’re not off the hook, just so you know,” you chuckle, running your palm over your forehead. “What you said was really mean.”

He nods in understanding, “I know. I’ll make up for it.”

With a brief explanation to Hange, quick goodbyes to them and Erwin, you and Levi stand on the street corner waiting for a taxi. Your arms are crossed over your chest, shivering in the late October weather. It’s nearly ten o’clock at night, the comfort of the sun long gone. The moon greets the plains of the city with freezing solace.

“Just so you know,” you whisper, still not over Levi’s words. “I have friends. They just don’t know I’m here.”

“I’m not going to see you on the back of a milk carton, am I?” Levi breathes out through his nose in a laugh.

“Don’t turn me in if you do,” you retort.

“What am I getting myself into?” he’s smiling — teeth on full display, head tilted towards the sky. Levi looks beautiful.

“I don’t know, ask yourself in French and see if that helps,” you grumble despite the rapid warmth spreading in your chest.

He laughs, full bodied and completely humored, “Peut-être que ça le fera.”

(Maybe it will.)

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations.

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