#my imagination too good i was scared at night going to sleep bcs i'd imagine what to do if an intruder came in from the bedroom door

[astrxealis]

dear gods i adore horror tbh but i am way too sensitive to it

[coff-in]

HAII GUESS WHO'S BACK AGAIN!! Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

can i request ashley with a fem reader (either the same one, or a different one entirely) but with ashley's like... unhingedness and yandere(?) attitude cranked up to the max? like, reader can already hardly talk to anyone else as is but i feel like with that cranked up more than usual, she probably really tries to isolate reader from friends, potential love interests, and even family members to a certain extent. (　＾∀＾)

i'd imagine jobs are super finicky too, reader can probably never hold down a job too well because of whatever ashley throws a fit, likely over reader leaving (reader tries to have the discussion that she needs job because job = money!! it probably works at first and then falls onto deaf ears later on (　・ω・))

if reader tries to leave the situation? ashley probably blackmails her into staying with whatever she has for leverage or do the classic old "i'm the only person willing to be by you!!" type shtick that manipulative people tend to do ( ｡ﾟДﾟ｡) if reader does leave successfully you bet there's going to be hell until ashley inevitably finds reader. i am running out of fuel though;; so insert potential dubcon/noncon situation here

i should've specified this earlier and you don't need to rewrite my one req bcs you didn't know but i just ask for no incest in my asks due to some personal reasons ( ＞Д＜；) please don't feel bad, though, since you didn't know!! i'm pretty much open to anything but incest and all the grossout fetishes, though! ^^ again, i am so sorry for the inconvenience on that part!! ( ´д｀､)

also ^^ just assume all my reqs will be fem or gen neutral reader ﾟ+.ﾟ(´▽`人)ﾟ+.ﾟ

- 🕊

notes from coff-in: i'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable about the incest (i think it might've been the petplay one? but lmk if i'm wrong if you want to). BUT thank you for telling me this! i'll try to keep it in mind in the future when responding to your asks :) and thank you for requesting! :D there's no smut in here, just some dialogue and me trying to get a hang of their dynamics is all. you can interpret this as the previous [reader] to your other asks if you want :3 lmk what you think

[fem] reader-insert

The phone rings once, twice, thrice. Then once, twice, and thrice again. You're hoping that he'll pick up. You don't know how long Ashley'll stay asleep. Your worry and frustration grows as you notice how cold you're getting, standing outside. The sky is blue but not sunny. It is very early in the morning. You made sure to come out at this time on purpose.

Once, twice, thrice-- and then it picks up.

"Hello?" The voice on the other side is low and groggy. You obviously had just woken him up. Good, you think, he should be awake. I should be inconveniencing him.

"Andrew. It's [reader]." You don't try to make small talk, you want to get straight to the point with this, "Have you talked to Ashley recently?"

He groans, "Yeah... I talked to her yesterday. Why?" The cold air only adds to the apparent bitterness in your voice.

"Can you please tell her that I have to leave the house to work so I can make money?"

There's a tense pause... "What?"

You sigh, "Ashley won't let me leave to go to work. I am politely asking you to talk to her about letting me go to work." You look back at your apartment, where Ashley decided to sleep over for the night. You hope she's still asleep. "She usually listens to you." She used to listen to you, too.

It's Andrew's turn to sigh. "I can't make her do anything, [reader]--"

"At least fucking try! Please..." You add on that last part in order to not sound like an asshole. "I'm sure the last thing you want is her or me asking you for money. I'm trying to support her too, Andrew, but she's not making it easy. I'm asking you to help me." There are cars loudly passing by and you try to focus on them to calm yourself down. You feel... scared. Scared that this won't work. Scared about what Ashley would do if she caught you talking about her like this. You used to not be scared of her. "And I doubt your parents would fucking help me..."

"Bloody hell..." Andrew groaned and shuffled around on his end of the call, "I'll... I'll, uh, see what I can do." It sounded forced from him. Take your fucking time, you scowl at your phone.

"Thank you." You then promptly hang up the call and stuff your phone in your pocket. You stand outside in the cold for a little bit longer. The birds chirp their songs on the bare branches of trees and clear sky contrasts just nicely against the dark landscape of your apartment's parking lot. You like the blue hour.

But like every hour, it comes and goes, and so do you. You turn tail and climb the steps back to your apartment. Walking down the hallway as quietly as possible, you take out your keys and put them into the lock. However, before you can open the door, it opens for you and you're face-to-face with Ashley Graves.

Shit.

"Where were you?" She's staring you down with a death glare, her face dark and pink eyes burning through your skin and soul. She's mad. She's mad and that's never a good thing. You try your best to steel yourself.

"I was downstairs."

"Why? How come you didn't wake me? What was so important that you had to get up and leave without me?!" She was raising her voice as she dragged you into the apartment, violently slamming the door behind you. You held back a frustrated sigh but couldn't stop a frown from appearing on your face.

"I had to call Andrew for help." The mention of his name made her pause for a bit. You took that window of opportunity to explain yourself, "I asked him to help me with my job. I'm-- we're a little tight on money, Ash. You preventing me from working isn't helping either."

"As if you'd be better working with a bunch of fucking floozies!" She yells with her hands balled into fists, "I'm doing you a fucking service by making you stay here! Those no good whore would probably flaunt all over you and make you do all the hard work by yourself!"

"Ashley..."

"Besides, you don't need to work anyways. Why not just ask you parents for money or something? Why not stay here with me?!"

"Ashley!" You yell at her, causing her to open her eyes and look at you. "I have to work! I have no one else to ask for help because of you! I don't talk to my parents, I have no friends to help, and I barely even talk to my coworkers. All! Because! Of you!" You stomp your foot on the floor childishly, but you can't help it. It's all too familiar. You're just going through the motions at this point. "I'm trying my best to be there for you, Leyley, but you make it so hard! I need you to back off! Give me some space to breathe, please!"

She looks at you bewildered, eyes wide and eyebrows bent downwards. She slowly looks down away from you. "You need some space, huh?"

Oh god dammit. "Ash..."

"I get it. No one wants me around them."

"Ashley."

"I'm just the fuck up of the family, aren't I? But guess, what! So. Are. You. We have no friends, no family, not lovers-- we're stuck with each other." She stares at you with intensity, "You chose me. YOU CHOSE TO BE WITH ME!!! No one else is going to take you in! Only I can love you for the fuck up that you are! No one else can love you the way I do! No you whore mother, not fucking Andrew, NO ONE ELSE BUT ME!" She comes closer and tugs on your shirt, your noses practically touching each other. "You have no one else but me. Got it?"

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coff-in

[kittykittyanon]

if i knew you irl (please just delete this if it makes you uncomfy 😣)

We would go to cat cafes

I like cats, you like cats. It makes sense

But also the cat cafe is a bookstore bc I go to this bookstore cafe with this cute lil cat named Cedric but that's all the way in NC (not where I live)

So we would pick out a book to read together, something silly that would make us laugh

And we would have lots of sweet treats and hot chocolates while we read the book out loud in silly voices

We would also be snuggling with the cute cats, two teenage girls giggling in the corner if a cafe over a cheesy romance book

imagining we both live in a city, we would go on walks all the time tbh

Holding hands/p (if ur cool with that) to make sure we don't get lost and giggling about stuff that's happened to us recently

also looking around at the pretty landscapes all the trees and buildings and just being in awe of the world around us

Bonus points if we are looking at christmas decorations

BONUS BONUS points if we play this game; we take turns spotting people and giving then life stories. Like we just come up with what they are doing, how they are feeling.

Also we have some sort if hot chocolate or lemonade or some sort of drink that matches rhe vibes of our walks

I imagine these walks are sort of weekly. We don't walk far just a little bit to catch up with each other

UAJAVSJAVKAVSBDJOSVSOSVSIOSVDODVIDBDODVDIDVEIE OMIGOSHHHH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH!!! (≧▽≦) (≧▽≦) (≧▽≦) (≧▽≦) AMORIA AMI AMIMI!! HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU /P OMIGOSH AMORIA OMIGOSH. 💥💥💥💥💥💥 ((side note: i love it when you ambush me with silly asks like this,, i like the reminder you think of me :3 and i think of you too!!!))

more hcs under the cut!! <33

first of all, Yes. to everything on this list.

i walk like an absolute DRUNKARD,, and i mean when i get comfortable i never walk straight and i'm always walking in a sort of zigzag pattern,,, i feel like you'd laugh at how silly i walk and then i'd start laughing cause you're laughing and in the end we'd both be cackling and stumbling down the pavement together (≧▽≦)

OMIGOSH I LOVE HANDHOLDING!!! or just any sort of physical affection (as long as you're comfortable with it) !!! when i get comfy with someone,, it's very common for me to sort of. drape myself over them (*ﾉ∀`*)

if you're comfy with it and you want to,, i feel like we'd scoot our chairs as close as possible and be having our shoulders touching with a cat chilling across our laps,, us holding a book and trying to laugh as quietly as possible in the back of the cafe.

we'd share earphones/earbuds!! 100% we'd do the little thingy where i put one in my ear and you put one in yours and we'd have a mix of both our favorite playlists on low volume while we walk,, kinda like background music!! low enough for us to hear eachother but high enough to be audible.

i'm actually a rollerblader!! ...not a very good one, but a rollerblader nonetheless!! i'd definitely take you skating in our free time when we have energy for it, and i'd throw protective gear at you 'cause i'm scared of us falling LMAO

... yeah, no — we'd end up falling anyway LSNOABSOSVSISKECSHSJSHHSHSH

but we'd be laughing the whole time anyway so it's okay (*ﾉ∀`*)

during sleepovers, i'd bring a big stash of snacks and candy carefully picked out to your taste and mine, we'd watch coraline or any other movies!!

and then late at night, when it's time to sleep,, i'd give you my plushies so we could go to bed holding soft objects :3

if you stayed up i'd randomly wake up at like 3:45 am to spout the randomest shit only to fall right back asleep a few minutes later.

"did... *hiccup, giggle* did you know that whale sharks are filter feeders... an'... an' they eat plankton..." "... 😰"

i have curly hair so i sleep in bonnets and spend a lot of time in the mirror scrunching in gel and fixing my hair, i feel like you'd sit on the bed on your phone or something as i do it and we'd talk about whatever, breaking into snickers and giggles several times cause we're sprinkling in jokes to make eachother laugh.

assuming we don't go to the same school cause of the weekly walks to catch up with eachother,, i'd probably surprise you in the morning by knocking on your door with a big grin and your favorite snack, ready to walk you to school if i had a day off when you didn't. (if you're chill with it of course!!)

overall, you'd be a friend i cherish dearly. (and you are!!) (๑˘︶˘๑)

i'm a very big gift-giver but a very big broke dummy so you'd get attempted intricate paper flowers and handwritten letters, handfuls of stickers and little trinkets that made me think of you!!

i'd draw a chibi version of you and me doing silly activities together and put them with the rest of my gifts to you,, i'd also maybe draw a leo or two with a chad face and hide it somewhere in one of them HEHEHEE

[etherealtobio]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

part 2

— haikyuu characters and what they’d do to help you sleep ♡

— feat. akaashi, atsumu, bokuto, hinata, kageyama, kita, osamu, suna, and tsukishima

— contains: gn!reader, established relationships, food mentions, slight manga spoilers, & slight crack bc that's just how it is <3

— a/n: this is for my beloved insomniacs, and here's my first headcanon !! LETSGOOO <3 i hope u enjoy and pls reblog if u liked it !! part 2 is up now╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

⇨ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 reads you a book !! have you heard of his voice ?? SO soothing which will lull you to sleep <3 he asks you what book you want him to read but he sometimes insists on reading you stories you haven't heard before, just because he knows you'll love what he picks. sometimes would make fun of you and would search the web to read smut. he says it'll make you uncomfy and force you to sleep. you know the ones that are so explicit? yeah, we won't elaborate on that. don't ask me how he reads them with a straight face. "akaashi, please stop" "but this is really good" "yeah but i wouldn't be able to take you seriously" "then i'll read more passionately" "babe if you don't sTOP-"

⇨ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 is SO hyper. mans still has energy after volleyball practice and doesn't hesitate to ask you if you "wanna pillow fight?" ?? then proceeds to hit you before you even begin to talk. you gasp in shock as he hits your face so you try to hit him back, but the way he sways his pillow onto you is so strong which overpowers your will to do so. how strong is this man anyway ?? his last hit makes you fall back onto the bed, then he lays down beside you to trap you in his arms. "you tired?" "yes, 'tsumu, now let me go" "no" "you should've just asked if you wanted to cuddle so we can sleep" baby just wanted snuggies after all :')

⇨ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 asks "you can't sleep? mE TOO" then turns the TV on to watch a movie with you <3 he storms out the room before the movie starts and grabs a bowl of popcorn on the way back and you chose not to mind the ones that fell on the floor when he ran back to you. he likes cuddles and initiates to be the big spoon bc he wants you to be comfy. he'd pick a romcom so both of you would feel light-hearted before sleeping. but really, it's just an excuse for him to avoid watching horror movies with you, and you insist otherwise. "bo, why don't you want to watch a horror movie anyway?" "i'd be too scared to sleep" "but i'm here?" "i have you and me that i have to protect from ghosts ok" i can imagine him instantly standing up just when he hears a strange noise coming out of nowhere HFJSDGF A BIG BABY

⇨ 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 is really excited to hear that you can't sleep because he was too hyper to do so. will ask you if you wanted to bike with him. bike ?? but he insists Miyagi's roads are safe to stroll around at night. he grabs the two bikes for you and both of you start to talk about life under the starry night <3 "what do you think of my spikes" "hinata, you ask me this literally everyday" "but you give me the best compliments!!" "fine, you're really good. but next time don't hit kageyama's head while serving" "you don't have to bring that up!!1!" all the cycling made you tired, so as you get back home, you feel drowsy and tired enough to fall asleep, and he is as well <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 tells you that it’s good to drink milk before sleeping. he actually does this and you notice that he’s fast asleep afterwards (when does he ever not drink milk anyways ??). whenever you tell him you can’t sleep, he makes sure that there’s a stock of milk cartons in the fridge just to make sure to never run out <3 “i can’t sleep” “how about you drink your milk” “but i'm gonna feel full” “well i’m not one who has a messed up sleep schedule, boke” he didn’t have to call you out like that 😔 but he got out of bed to pour you a glass of milk regardless <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 is really strict with you since he knows how sleep is important to you. he will NOT hesitate to wait for you to say that you can’t sleep. instead, he would give you lavender-scented candles and an eye mask before bedtime. he also cooks you boiled eggs since he says it helps with the melatonin, but will give you a tart cherry juice instead if you preferred not to eat <3 vERY responsible boyfriend, don't argue with me on this !! he'd also tell you to do the 4-7-8 breathing technique if you still can't sleep. "are you sure this will help?" "Obachan told me about this technique and it makes me fall asleep faster, try it" then proceeds to cuddle you whilst you do it. before you know it, you're already fast asleep !! although you'd have to ask him the next day about which helped you sleep faster <3

⇨ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 insists to cook you something. you told him you were too hungry to sleep, so he brings you to the kitchen so you can watch him cook :') he says ramen is too heavy to digest at night so he cooks you miso soup instead !! this soup contains a lot of benefits so he's more than glad to offer you something that will be good for you <3 you watch him prepare all the ingredients before putting it altogether like magic. even if you don't like miso, the way he cooks it will be a life-changer for you because this man not only cooks, he cooks with passion !! you both devour the carefully-made soup then head back to your room to prepare to sleep <3 "did you like it?" "i did, 'samu, it tasted really good" "don't make yourself hungry before bedtime next time" but really, you just can't resist his perfect food recipes <3

⇨ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 shows you his stolen pics of the team (especially atsumu LOL) which makes you both laugh so hard your cheeks and stomachs hurt !! he would also tell you the backstory of each picture so you would know the context. there are several questionable scenes, one of which is kita massaging his forehead in the background while atsumu flashes his butt to the team inside the locker room. another one is a blurred selfie with the team in the background dancing to tiktok songs. "and if you look closely, you'll see a disappointed aran" "i bet this was atsumu's idea" "yeah, especially this one song where you throw it back." both of you get exhausted with the laughing and cackling so you finally fall asleep afterwards, with his arm around your waist <3

⇨ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 gives you his giant dinosaur plushie. you’d be confused at first, because he doesn’t let anyone, not even yamaguchi, touch those plushies he cherishes very dearly. he actually has to choose since he has a ton of these in different dinosaur species. you know this, because he snuggles with different ones every night. you know that meme with the girlfriend sleeping with her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep? yep, that’s the sitch 😔 heart been broke so many times. BUT tsukishima is actually sweet enough to let you hold his plushies. “tsukki,, i can’t sleep” “here, have this T-rex” “but you don’t let anyone touch your plushies” “these help me sleep and it’s you anyways, take it” 🥺🥺🥺 then he insists to put the plushie between you both so he can cuddle it as well. tsukki said sharing is caring <3

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[socheckitout-mikey]

you can totally make hc if you want!!!! i'd eat that shit up like breakfast ngl. in my opinion david is joe (kind of obvious) dwayne would be sal, marko would be murr and that makes paul q <3333

omfg yes! i had way too much fun doing these. i know they're a little shitty, but i tried istg! - mae

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The Lost Boys Pranking Each Other Like Impractical Jokers Hc's:

° I JUST KEEP IMAGINING DWAYNE AS SAL RUMMAGING THROUGH TRASH FOR HIS BIKE KEYS AND THEM LEAVING HIM DHDHDHR OR THAT TIME SAL HAD TO DIG THROUGH ELEPHANT CRAP TO GET HIS PHONE, ONLY ITS DWAYNE'S KEYS AND ALL OF A SUDDEN MARKO GOES "EH BUDDY LOOKIE ERE!" AND HE'S DANGLING HIS KEYS IN THE AIR "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU GUYS!" SHDHFJFJF

° Paul is deadass one of the most ruthless out of all of them when it comes to prank wars. He's targeting everyone with ridiculous pranks, but they always bite him in the ass later on when he wakes up the following night with his hair dyed a luminous green. He rocks it but he totally had a nervous breakdown over it bc "THAT'S MY FUCKING HAIR MAN!"

° "Maybe you shouldn't have thrown my keys into that gross guys hotdog stand-" David drawls nonchalantly, flicking cigarette ashes at Paul's green goblin looking head.

° There was this one time that Marko attempted to prank David, and I say attempt bc it went absolutely atrociously... Maybe it was because Paul was trying to get him back and gave his buddy too much of that good green stuff. Marko's plan to train his pigeons to crap all over David had ended up with him waking up the next morning covered in pigeon shit. "Serves you right, you yutz-"

° "Man, we need to drown you in the tub." Dwayne snorts.

° "DON'T BRING THAT SHIT UP-" Paul screams from the other end of the Cave.

° "Right... But it's not like we're adding a dog into the mix..." Marko muttered under his breath, using a crumpled old napkin to clean the literal crap off of his face.

° "I SAID SHUT UP!"

° Paul thought it'd be a good idea to drop rice to bug David, but it ended up with all of them counting the fallen grains of rice lmaoo. He kept losing count and everyone got different numbers.

° Honestly, the best one's at pranking people are Dwayne and David as they're very patient and thoughtful.

° David schemes like an asshole cat, striking when you least expect it. It leaves Paul and Marko on edge for months, just waiting for David to pull a prank on them.

° "C'mon man! Just prank us already!" Paul pleads, paranoia finally driving him up the walls.

° "Yeah, we're livin' in fear here!" Marko agreed suddenly.

° "You know, you just reminded me about that..." David's just kidding, though the other two don't know that. David forget something? Not a chance. This guy is on that Petty Train™ and it's going straight to Saltyville!

° Dwayne can take years to strike with his pay back. He's got patience that even David doesn't have, and honestly, Dwayne's pranks are really intense. He'll scare the shit out of the others so much so that they don't prank him for good long while. Paul's the one who never seems to learn lmaoo.

° Well, unless he's in the mood for being playful that is...

° Like I'm talking about the fact that after digging through elephant crap in the local zoo after hours for his bike keys, he not only chased down all of them, but he kinda tied Paul and Marko up and may've just let the sun rise a little... he's waiting for an apology- he's salty now and won't care if they burn... but once he get's that apology he's been wanting to here, he's pulled them into the shadows.

° "Ahhhhh! Dwayne, man, c'mon! The suns rising!" Paul screams, thrashing around in the sturdy chains he's been bound by the wrists at.

° Dwayne responds with an expression of total anger, but it's cool and collected. He's patient. He can wait a little longer. He's in no hurry.

° Whereas David's lounging on one of the dusty old couches in the shadows. He had given Dwayne what he wanted, whether his apology was half assed or not. He still said it with some meaning, right?

° "David didn't even mean that piece of garbage he called an apology!" Marko spat out, eye cracking a vivid yellow whilst he stared directly into David's blue amused eyes.

° "Well at least I had the courage to swallow my idiotic pride~" David sing-songed joyously, folding his nimble gloved hands behind his spikes of bleach blond hair. "And it worked wonders, didn't it? I'm not the one about to be fried into ashes..."

° "Man, we're sorry alright?! We won't fuck with your bike or your keys again!" They both screamed in unison, shutting their eyes tightly as the sun began to rapidly crawl into the open space of the Cave. It's golden rays beginning to spark the ends of their blond locks alight! That was precisely what Dwayne wanted to hear, and without little thought, yanks them down and watches them scurry into a deep crack in the wall. That'd teach them from fucking with his shit ever again.

° "Fuck, my hair! It's all burnt on the ends!" Paul wails, swatting the frizzy ends rapidly to put out the sparks.

° "That's literally the least of your worries, Paul." David retorted into the air, gathering himself up from the couch and towards his own nest.

° "Yeah, we almost got fucking fried you sack of shit! This is the last time I listen to your ideas-" Marko rambles on angrily.

° Yes, they did sleep curled up together in the crack in the wall. They genuinely held each other tightly, Paul waking up from nightmares! Poor baby :'(

° Marko definitely does listen to his ideas after that lmaoo.

° Also it's very true, these guys compete to embarrass each other out in public, so much so that they've pretty much become a star attraction.

° That is until that one time Marko drop kicked Paul off the Pier and cracked his skull open... Yeah, they got into a lot of trouble for that one...

° These guys are chaotic dumbasses and their prank wars a cynical as hell. Like it get's so intense, but it's hilarious! Star and Laddie are kept entertained for ages!

° They be pranking Laddie too, but it's all in good fun. He's a kid after all! They're not gonna be excessively mean to him. That is until he fucks with their shit...

° Then you've got Paul and Marko holding him up by the scruff of his jacket, demanding where their Playboy mags, bike keys, their specific wrench is, that Deff Leppard Tape... boy you name it! They'll interrogate him good cop bad cop style lmaoo.

° Dwayne's heart kinda warms up whenever Laddie pranks him. He ruffles his hair, even if it makes him mad as hell. Laddie is his weak spot tbh.

° David just gives Laddie a pointed look and goes, "This better not become a common occurrence, otherwise I'll have to shave your head."

° Lmaoo the absolute sass that he receives from Laddie after that djkgdsghjsd-

° Sometimes David allows Paul and Marko to get away with their stupid pranks on him. Although it's incredibly annoying, he also finds it endearing how happy getting away with some of the simpler ones makes them. Paul thinks he's literally gotten away with it, but Marko knows.

° Paul deems himself to be the Prank King™ and honestly he is, but you know what? He's usually quite good natured and even though he does overstep boundaries, he'll always make things up to everyone if it really bugs them. He's out to have fun, not get murdered or cause tears. Most of the time...

° He ropes Laddie in on the pranks and loves it! Paul is a great big brother! He also enjoys pranking Star quite a bit, and she can be quite mean when returning the favor.

° Marko however, plays the dirtiest! He's pretty cynical himself, so his sadistic nature comes out full throttle. The lines within him are blurred. He's genuinely good natured usually, but once someone does something that pisses him the hell off... They best be prepared for hell to arrive at their feet.

° Like this one time, Marko cock blocked Paul for several weeks lmaoo then he ate the person Paul had the hots for. He dropped them at his feet in the Cave like, "Whoopsie!" He got into so much shit from Max bc that person was like hella important, I'm talking celebrity status sfjdshfhjsdfnbds

° David's just cynical as hell and he's always got something witty to say during or after it. Definitely mocks them dsjgdsjfds David's just an asshole cat istg! I mean, not even Star is safe from his pranks, but he kinda has a sisterly soft spot for her. He likes to dig deep under her skin and bug her. She's quite fiery honestly.

° Pranks with the Lost Boys is incredibly chaotic to round it off.

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[dellinah]

I made a new icon after 84 years bc I needed to vent I guess

It doesn't look THAT different from the old one but at least it's an anthro one which I've wanted for forever since that's usually how I imagine/portray Talita as she is literally me and unfortunately I'm a human instead of being a little fox with no care in the world LIKE I SHOULD HAVE BEEN

But instead I'm here worrying about burnout depression and my future so if you're only here for the furry art fair enough ill keep the rant in a read more

Anyway hi

I have absolutely not been doing well these past few weeks and I'd say some moments might have been close to being some of the worst in my life but I am so jaded by previous experiences that I barely notice how bad it's affecting me until it hits me at 3am and I can't sleep and I just realized I'm in it DEEP which makes me freak out even more

Apparently my way of coping with life and issues is ignoring them until the last minute and just repress the SHIT out of it until it hits me in the face (peak 'this is fine' dog meme) and that isn't working anymore bc now I am an adult whose actions have consequences

I have so much school stuff to catch up on bc I stalled a whole month that short of spending hours on end at it for the next month I don't see how I can catch up in time but my mental health does not allow that as I have been sleeping 15 hours a day and staying up all night and I am scared shitless of not making it bc I'm supposed to graduate soon so FUCK and i barely know how to start. I feel so dumb and left behind while everyone seems to have their shit put together and i canr ask for help without feeling like a parasite or like they'll judge me for it

I also have no idea what I want to do or how to go about life once I am graduated (if i graduate) and i hate it bc I am so godamn lost and I have like 2 months to figure it out

My mother has covid for the 3rd time somehow which means another wave of covid has been going on in my family but I guess I avoided that but I cant see them for a while and I also lost a 3rd person I loved and cared about to it a while back and I haven't even cried yet bc once again Im ignoring and repressing it

I had to take 2 shots at the same time for covid and influenza which knocked me out for 3 days straight and made me miss yet more school stuff and I haven't eaten an actual meal since bc I'm not awake most of the day anyway

My meds for anxiety and depression have started to have side effects after 5 or so years so fuck me i guess bc i gotta get them replaced which means a lot of trial and error and i dont have time for that rn bc once again im late as shit

I just feel like I'm falling apart and no one really knows or sees it bc I'm the one that everyone in the family goes to when there's a crisis and I kinda just wanna keep it that way but also I kinda just wanna break down sometimes too yknow but if I do then who will literally solve every problem they have bc they refuse to go to therapy and apparently nobody else can help them with anything it has to be me even when I'm busy otherwise I'm an ungrateful child

There's this weird paradox where everyone in the family sees me as immature and irresponsible and a liar but they also come to me for help and support bc GOD FORBID someone else helps them so I just dont wanna give them more reasons to see me as immature but keeping that image that everything is fine is HARD when I'm on the verge of giving up

Other than that I also have just been reflecting on past events in my life and I feel so bad about some of them. I had so many good friends that I lost bc we grew apart and I had some I lost bc I was a shitty person and I never got to apologize and I know I'll just always miss them. I was at such a good place mentally between 2013-2015 and I miss those times that I can never go back to. I was doing so well in 2018-2020 too before the pandemic wrecked it and now Im just so nostalgic for those times and I can't help but feel like I'm just gonna get worse and worse after so much lost time

But that's ok. I think it's going to be ok. I just need to kick my own ass

It's just a lot of damage control and getting over stuff even though it feels like days just pass by and I can't deal with it

So I sat down and drew this in a few hours bc I just wanted to finish something I started for once. I was happier with it before but I think it looks ok and it helped me figure out what I wanna change in my furry designs. and I guess I wanted to put myself in a sunny sunset where I'm just happy with nothing to worry about, yknow? If i cant be happy at least talita can

Hope days like that can come again soon. Problem is that it only depends on me. So... shiiiit

[the-satellite]

Hello friends and welcome to ☆Hateful Nostalgia☆. I was exposed to the mob talker mod WAY too young bc I was an unsupervised child on the internet watching mod showcases and SkyDoesMinecraft. Looking back these sucked, the stories were often bland and the designs were milk toast at best and tits out at worst. So for the sake of procrastinating on working on anything substantial I grabbed the main 6 I remembered and gussied em up. Redesigns, rewrites, better names, all that bullshit. If your interested in better photos, design notes, story details and rambling hit the basement, otherwise here's a line up you should click for better quality.

Also I wrote all this once before already but I deleted it like a dumb bitch. On the night Unus Annus was murdered in front of my eyes no less. Was a rough fuckin night.

The Creeper- Kupa. An explosive pyromaniac with a habit of making empty threats and yelling. She protects what she believes to be her territory with a suicidal passion, but if you manage to get her to cool down and soften up she's pretty sick to hand out with. Hard of hearing, has at least one bout of head trauma at all times, and deathly allergic to cats.

Because the creeper is kinda the og I wanted to reference AT2's design more than the others, but I'm p sure the only thing I actually kept was the red hair and brown gloves. Otherwise I was doing whatever. I really wanted to lean into the explody bit of creepers, so I gave her some bite and dressed her in clothes referenced from Irish railroad workers. This may also be why I keep imaging her with a very heavy Irish or Scottish accent, whichever would be most incomprehensible when angry. Every color but her skin was color picked from one of the references, with some minor alterations for makes my eyes happy reasons.

With Kupa I imagine a story line with her would largely be about her as a character and her development than like an actual adventure narrative like everyone else. She starts off ready to blow up both you and herself in a misguided attempt to defend what she sees as her's and opens up and learns not everyone is out to get her. Lots of time taken to understand her childhood and how she ended up how she is. Very simple, probably the default or tutorial run people would go through.

The Zombie- Bee. The ill husk of a missing explorer suffering from a less than conventional appetite. She wallows in her self imposed loneliness, believing herself to be an irredeemable monster doomed to hurt those around her. What she really needs is a buddy and some clue to who she used to be. Rough voiced, chronically fatigued, and prone to spontaneous combustion in sunlight.

 I definitely consider this one the weakest for design sadly. I imagined Zombies as humans who went into strange caves and caverns and didn't come out for years, only to pop up as completely different people. I just tossed AT2's design. The first thing I did was make her a bit of a genderbent Steve and tinted her green bc Zombies in game are just Steve but green. Tore up her clothes, colored picked the darkest colors I could from the clothes on the in game and boom, Bee. I do vaguely regret not making her eyes pure black but I also still wanted her to be human enough to fit with the other overworld mods.

 Ok so Bee actually has a basic story. When you meet her she's aggressive, but as a warning. She fears the possibility she may hurt somebody so heads for threats immediately. Going back and forth between her cave and village for a while you learn more about the situation with the missing folks who come back and Bee as a person. After a bit you pick her up off her depressed ass and start a nocturnal adventure of refinding your past, adapting to who your becoming, overcoming self destuction, and slow burn babey!!! 

The Skeleton- Ulna. One of the few surviving warriors of a now destroyed kingdom and dead culture. She spends most of her time now traveling alone, hiding in trees and shooting anything see sees as a threat- which is everything- in the face with homemade arrows. Very much suffering from loss of her home and a bad case of lost purpose. A woman of few words, very antisocial, and naturally nocturnal.

 I came in with the Skeleton wanting to make her seem mysterious, so my first thought was immediately a cloak and a mask, but I wanted her face to like be visible so I went with the face paint. I didn't actually know that I wanted to do under there so I went with wraps that are reminiscent of the original outfit but still not tits out bc it's so fucking easy! Gave her a quiver, color picked the cloak and face paint from the in game model and the wraps from AT2'S art. I did like. Subconsciously draw her eyes the way I do Asian characters but I didn't have anything specific in mind so like go nuts with what you think she is.

 Ulna's deal is very much her lack of purpose or home and the entire thing is about finding that again. She's found sitting up in a tree during a storm pointing a bow and arrow into your face. She eventually let's you stick around until the storm is over and theres some bonding into deep night until the rain stops. You ask if she wants to come with on your little travelling sword for hire business, she says sure, sleep schedule shenanigans, backstory angst, and road trip bonding happens and she eventually decides that helping people is her new purpose and you're her new home

The Spider- Park. A young adult experiencing the world for the first time through her tribe's rite of passage. She's really just trying to figure out how to live life outside of the cave she's been stuck in her entire life and aggressively trying to be an independent adult despite not knowing anything about being an independent adult. Its projection. Blind in the daylight, naive and excitable, and taken to refusing help at her own risk.

 Ok so. I don't know who looked at the spider and said "purple haired loli with puffy pants" so I once again yeeted the whole thing, only really keeping the kinda cutesy and childish bits. Spiders are a tribe of humans what live in caves unless they've broken off to live on the surface. Kids are kept inside until they hit a certain milestone, where they come up to explore at night. They're usually small and pale, but are pretty kickass when necessary. Again picked the colors off the in game model, played with the lightest gray for the skin, and bc I couldn't figure out anyway to use the stripes so they're on the patches lol.

 Park's meeting is probably the funniest and most meet cute one here, in that she accidentally drops on top of you from a little cliff drop off. Cue loads of apologies and an explanation about the spider deal and being blind in light. She asks for some help getting around and bam babey friendship and emotional attachment! What follows is kinda a buddy of coming of age story with the obligatory goes home and is miserable scene. Generally it's just about being a scared young adult and having someone to fall back on and why that's important. Also crushes and young people being bad at that.

 The Blaze- Amber. A demonic entity who would let the world burn and the sun die if it meant she'd get her soul back. She's known for being ruthless, taking souls through force instead of making deals like other Blazes. Keeps this forceful nature even once she's become friendly, makes you do dump shit. Territorial, eyes glow and dim with her life, and runs remarkably warm.

 Amber here is the first one I actually did! I was just. Really tired that she was in a bikini. I decided early on I wanted overworld mobs to be human and everyone else was decidedly not, so Blazes are demons who gave up their souls under false pretenses to other Blazes. Because of how little clothes AT2's design wore I had essentially free reign and my thought was immediately to lean on golden knight bc of how Blazes are found protecting fortresses. The gold isn't picked from anything bc I was looser with the colors, but everything else is, and the hair is supposed to represent the smoke. Also the sticks in her hair are blaze rods bc I don't like them just floating around her.

Amber is found in the Nether obviously, protecting a fortress and immediately trying beat your ass and either incinerate you or make you give up your soul. During you prove yourself a p damn good fighter and she makes a deal to show you how Blazes exist and pursade you to give your soul up willingly. Bonding happens and she explains where the souls go and what happened to her. Insert line about how she dug in the sand for her soul until her fingers bleed bc I'm an Arcana freak lol. In general I'd just like her to learn to adapt to who she is now and learning to live life well instead of letting her anger burn her up from the inside out.

 The Enderman- Violet. A confused but sweet young bit of void created by and connected to the Ender Dragon. Her relationship with reality is tenuous at best and abusive at worst, making stable existence rather difficult. She doesn't know a name, age, gender, anything about herself aside from that she likes sweaters. Communicates primarily through psychic connections, docile and sweet, and melts like a witch in water.

 Violet was incredibly easy, so this may be way short. Endermen are decidedly human shaped void from the End with varying sentience. They're direct extensions of the Ender Dragon, and nobody knows how they're made or where they come from, not even they do. Adventurers who escaped The End say they seem scared of it though. Violet in particular is pretty damn new and extraordinary nonconforming, and I tried to show that with her sweater and ponytail. Once again, literally all colors picked. Definitely the simplest but one of my favs.

Violet is the sweetest meet up I think. As your traveling between villages you notice a strange enderman watching you and plant a little flower in front of her. She picks it and you hear a happy little trill come from you and a pretty voice say thank you in your head. Now you have a tall dark teleporting travel buddy! After a little bit of back and forth she tells you in some broken English that the Ender Dragon made her but she doesnt know how, and that it's bad and needs to be killed for the sake of Endermen and that's the new goal. Spoiler they're the corrupted souls of those that died fighting it, with it gone Endermen are free to exist as their own being and do whatever, hurray!

[make-me-imagine]

congrats on 5.5k!! you're insanely talented and I'm so happy you're getting the recognition you deserve 🥺🥺 could i join in the ship requests too?

I'm a rather small sized (like, 154cm & ~40kg kind of small) Asian female from a South East Asia country and i prefer men, especially men who are taller and Age Gaps™ 🥴 I'm not sure how much you know about/believe in astrology but I'm a Libra sun, Taurus rising and Capricorn moon so you can do what you want with that 😂

I'm an INTP/INFP (I've gotten both an equal number of times from sites OTHER than 16 personality, tho I personally vibe with INTP just a teeny smidge more) if you do MBTI ✌🏼 I LOVE to read, especially fanfiction lmao, and i also write! I really love listening to music + watching shows/movies too! My favourite shows are all mystery/crime based LOL and I am working towards becoming a criminal psychologist/forensic pathologist/forensic scientist in future! (heavily inspired by Criminal Minds, Sherlock, Detective Conan and the like so 😂) I have a really vivid and good imagination please i can spend DAYS just daydreaming and imagining scenarios that I never finish writing about & generally this is how all my work is never finished loll

I'm the eldest sibling at home, and my parents haven't always been around so I've been rather used to stepping up and taking care of myself (+ my sibling, like helping them with homework and all). Some people say I'm a natural born leader? idk bc I often step up to be the leader in group work & I'll often be the one to initiate things & all. I'm a rather big procrastinator though LOLL so you'll often catch me rushing my assignments & final projects & rushing my revision for exams + finals like, 2 days before the actual exam 💀 which often leads to me becoming more stressed out & breaking down more often than i actually should so 🥲 I'm trying to quit this bad habit though

I love cuddles and hugs please I will KILL for cuddles and hugs from my back by a tall character pls it just feels so safe and comforting to be spooned too 🥺🥺 sometimes when I'm too absorbed in work or something (which happens too often for it to be healthy) I might just forget to eat/sleep entirely AND also my sleep routine isn't the best. like i will literally fall asleep at 9pm, wake up in the middle of the night on my own at like, 1am, then usually I'll be rushing homework at this time, then maybe sleep again for a short while from 4ish? till when i have to get up for school/work at 5:30/6am 💀 there's been days where i literally looked so sick from the lack of sleep where my tutor once stopped the class to ask me if I was okay and if i was going to faint LMAO 😔 i feel like I'm a night owl??? but then also i have no problem getting up super early in the morning so?? but i really feel most at home and really enjoy the 3am nights 😌

i am also the class clown lol but it's bc i just make sarcastic comments and all and my friends think they're funny???? but also i enjoy making people laugh bc sometimes i find it interesting to try and see what kind of things make my friends laugh so it's lowkey an experiment? or like something i want to achieve? at this point. I'm fluent in English and Chinese/Mandarin and I'm learning Italian so I roughly know some basics, and I really enjoyed History, which I took last year but dropped this year. (I'm taking English Literature with Biology + Chemistry this year and they're all great, except I'm literally dying from the workload aaahhh 💀)

I'm kinda clumsy and Not Good™ at most sports, maybe passably okay for badminton but I'm really not that athletic and really not very keen on exercising either 😔 I'm quite creative and good with public speaking/creative writing/impromptu performance/speech though I'd say! I'm also in my school's drama club 😎 though I'm more of a backstage lights & sounds kind of person. I'm right handed (with a really neat handwriting, as I've been told many, many, many times) and I wear thin frame spectacles which I sometimes will fall asleep in & I'm so clumsy/careless that I'm actually really afraid I'd break them (it's happened before 😭)

I'm a really good planner? like i can do up a great and detailed schedule/plan for revision and all but i will NOT stick to what i plan 😭😭 i love to snack!!!! on chips + gummies especially, and my diet is quite unhealthy lmao i literally don't eat vegetables At All™ & i don't really eat meat that much too?? lmaoo please i can go for days without having a single proper meal & just survive on snacking on potato chips + soft drinks 💀 i am a very picky eater though so really me not finding food i like/am able to stomach is also really kind of my fault 🤡

while i really vibe with and love the dark academia aesthetic, i also do video/MOBA games, like i play games like Mobile Legends & all. I'm someone who knows most, if not all the lastest trends (like tiktok, memes etc) but i won't actively participate in them? i just kind of like to know things, like Knowledge is Power you know (I'm a Slytherin, in case you're wondering, though I've gotten Ravenclaw so often it's a close tie sometimes)

okay i feel like that's enough details about me? feels like I've told you nothing that's useful oh well LOL... I'd really love a ship for Criminal Minds and Marvel? if that's possible please? in case you missed it, i prefer men! (I'm a questioning bi, with a strong preference for men) for the hc prompt "what you do on your first date" or maybe "how you met + first impressions"?

thank you so much for being so kind and willing to do this ship requests thing!! I'm sure you're spending TONS of time and effort on this and aahhh i feel bad for typing so long paragraphs now (as you may have noticed i have a tendency to ramble on if not stopped because i am just really Socially Awkward ™ sometimes 💀 and have really bad (social) anxiety too) and i really think you're super amazing for doing this??? I'm so sorry if this took up too much of your time aaahhhhh thank you so so so much 🥺😭😭 really the biggest of congratulations to you for your 5.5k??? you really do deserve every single follower & i am SO insanely happy for you 🤩❤️

- 🌙🏒 anon

Don’t worry, you definitely provided enough information lmao. 

And thank you for your kind words, I appreciate it. 

I hope you like the ships I made for you

They are under the cut: 

Criminal Minds: 

I ship you with Hotch. 

You get the age-gap here lol. He would be a bit hesitant due to the age gap at first, but he would get over it because he can not resist. He does not seem like the type of cuddles, and especially does not take part in PDA. But when you are alone he would love holding you and spooning, especially after a long day of work. Aaron would be attracted to your uniqueness as well as your intelligence and aesthetic, finding it to be very “you”. 

How you met + his first impressions: 

You met when you were transferred to the BAU as the new Forensic Pathologist.

Hotch thought you were very interesting when you first met and was definitely intrigued by you. 

He thought you fit in fairly well and would get along with the others (which you do). 

He appreciates a sarcastic sense of humor, so he would dig that as well.

Hotch could tell you had a form of anxiety and wold be patient around you when you first met so that you could open up to him at your own pace.

What you do on your first date:

He takes you to a hockey game. 

He is not the sportiest person but he has had an interest in hockey for a while, sometimes watching it on tv. 

When he learned that you liked it, he decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to invite you on a date as well as to see his first game. 

After the game, you walked around town for a bit, getting some late night food and talking or a long time. 

This allowed you to open up to him quite a bit and you grew more comfortable around him as well, which he is very happy about. 

Best Friend: 

Your best friend is JJ. She thinks you are really cool and unique and nice. She has the type of personality that is easy t get along with and open up too, so you bonded with her quicker than the others. I also feel like she is into hockey as well, so she appreciates your love for it as well. 

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Marvel: 

I ship you with Sam. 

I think Sam is a good fit for you. He is into sports, and digs your aesthetic. He is easy to get along with and very funny. He thinks your line of work is very interesting and loves to listen to you talk about it. Sam also really enjoys crime shows ans thrillers so he is always excited to meet someone who enjoys them as well. 

How you met + his first impressions:

You met through Nat, who you had met through SHIELD years before. 

You happened to be at the compound with Nat when Sam was there and she introduced you. 

He immediately thought you were pretty and very interesting.

Sam could tell you were shy, but that did not stop him from flirting.

Though he also made some jokes and was easy going as to not scare you off. 

He made sure to ask Nat about you once you left and managed to convince her to give him your contact info. 

What you did on your first date: 

He took you to the movies first, to watch the most recent crime thriller that came out. 

After the movie you went to a nearby park and walked around, talking about the movie and other crime/horror related stuff. 

You got food at a food truck and sat by the fountain together. 

He was appalled when you told him that you didn’t eat that often (if came a part of your relationship later on that he would try to cook you meals that you’d like just so you WOULD EAT). 

You ended up spending hours together, and it felt like no time at all.

So you were definitely up for another date with him, which he of course asked you about.  

Best-Friend: 

Natasha. She was the first one you met, and slowly introduced you to the others. She thought you were really cool when you first met and was surprised at how well you go along. That is sometimes hard for her to do, so once you became friends she never took that for granted. She and Sam would gang up on you when you weren’t eating btw. 

xxaaron

[astridthevalkyrie]

time for me to sound like a broken machine again bc of how much i love mr :((((

the first word of this chapter is eren because eren is first in cherry's heart because she loves eren <3

PLEASE one paragraph in and i have heart eyes. he's such a mess but he's my mess.

imagine. imagine. imagine making me yearn for eren in such few lines in a LEVI FIC of all things???? i can feel the pureness in their love, slowly developing feelings as they grew up together, shy kisses and warm hugs and countless memories. fuck levi. this is love.

“Are you sure?” “You really want it to be me?” “But we’re not in love, wait, are we?”

You smiled so sweetly as you responded with, “Yes, Eren.”

man that's just :(((( so sad! like it's happy in a sense, because i'm glad both their first times were with someone who treated them right, but you just know eren heard the word love and ran with it. they weren't just each other's first heart, but each other's first heartbreak. and that breaks my heart, dammit.

mikasa best girl. mikasa only girl.

What if he’s the one? Is there even such a thing as the one?

i know i have said this before but girl. you literally said you love him like three chapters ago. he is the one. he is your one. so get your head in the game and move in with him rn. he'll take good care of jeremy.

okay but real talk. she's valid for being scared and flustered. this stuff is intense, especially when her and levi have kind of just shown that they're physically into each other for now. i completely relate to her here.

TELL PETRA SHE NEEDS TO KNOW

fuck. manbun is back. fuck. abort plan.

And then a palm graces the small of your back, and you’re tensed up all over again.

“Hey,” Levi rasps, all too sultry and flirtatious.

someone come collect him because. what the fuck. he can't do that. i refuse to be subjected to this. i am sick with how bad i want him. actually sick. i know they won't just start kissing against the countertop but i feel like the patrons could deal with it. i cannot deal with this. reader is braver than me. the second i saw that manbun i would be gone.

WHY!!!!! IS HE!!!!!! PURRING!!!! IUHFIUEG

“That’s a first,” his voice dips lower. “Sure had a lot to say the other night.”

fuck off. i hate him (i don't)

the secondhand panic i feel right now is unreal.

He continues, “I feel like that was the best sex I’ve ever had, and I want to keep fucking you.”

ahahahahahahahahahaha have you noticed most of my reblogs are just me copy pasting shit levi says that makes me act up? it's because he's effortlessly sexy and gorgeous.

reader and levi: yeah haha let's not sleep with anyone else bc reasons reader and levi: this is Casual and not Commitment. this is Normal.

they're so dumb i love them

ANNOY ME ANYTIME YOU'D LIKE???????? ARE YOU SURE. ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT BABE. BECAUSE I WILL DO IT. I WILL ANNOY HIM AND KISS HIM AND NOSE HIS CHEEK ALL THE TIIIIIIIIME I AM SCREAMING WHAT A CUTE THING TO SAY

first you deny me desk sex. and then you deny me go-back-home-and-fuck-in-the-shower sex. cherry just wants me dead.

dawww she's getting so close to them <3

HOT GIRL SUMMER FOR PETRA

twitter memes hange???? ily

You don’t regret this. Not one bit.

Though, you wish you could talk to your friends from home. If it were possible, you would. But as the days march forward, tumbling towards the vast unknown, you forget if Mikasa’s phone number starts with an eight or a seven. You forget how warm Armin’s advice is. You forget how toothy Eren’s smile is.

it's so bittersweet and i get it and i hate it and i love it. i've had these fantasies ab just booking a one way ticket and leaving my home and then i think ab all the things i'd miss but i also think about the things i wouldn't miss and like. shit :/ this hurts so bad. (also i'm listening to this very niche song that i think fits the vibe i personally get from your story and it's making me feel even more angsty). i just want her to give mika a call that's all. but she can't if she forgets her number :(

NO CHEAT SHEET NEEDED?????? I'M SO PROUD OF HER!!!

oh my god. claude is talking. he's kinda daddy ngl. his advice is also pretty good!

UIEFHIUEFH hange comes in like "🤨 🤨 sir ma'am this is a wendys"

MOBLIIIIIT

Mikasa’s phone number starts with an eight.

i don't know. i truly don't. but this sentence just hit me so fucking hard. something about it??? it makes sense that mikasa's phone number would start with an eight. i miss her so much and i don't even know her.

ugh. unfortunately i also really like the great gatsby. okay enough arm*n talk (making me yearn for all three of them is such a low blow).

COLD LEVI BUNDLED UP LEVI RED CHEEKS LEVI SCARF LEVI

now i kinda want her to slip so they can have one of those moments where time freezes and it's just her in his arms in a city in france. oh god. i sound like a film student. look what you've done to me.

His hair is disheveled, as if he’s been raking his fingers through the locks out of stress.

he's. so. hot.

“Want you,” you murmur, gasping out a lustful noise from the back of your throat. “Want you so bad, Levi.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes, stupified. “Are you, are you trying, what?”

the fact that he gets riled up just from her saying she wants him riles me up. why is he so down bad. he's so unbelievably sexy.

S L U T

ahahahahaha he's pent up :)))))))))))) take it out on me, babe, anytime

fuhierfheruifh i know bc you told me that hange is about to interrupt them but this is so hot they deserve to nut and i am so sad that they won't

p r i n c e s s e ??? ??? ?? ? again?

no condom leads to creampie leads to breeding kink leads to daddy kink so i am warning you to halt right there

“No fucking way, on the desk? Levi!” Hange begins to laugh, obnoxious and loud. “Holy shit!”

i don't think i have ever even come close to being irritated at a cockblock in a fic the way i am for this.

awww no she's regretting :( girlie it's okay we're all dumb for some bartender dick sometimes

hange acting like they didn't just fuck in that same bar is actually hilarious

AYYYY CLAUDE GOOD JOB (petra is not going to be happy that she found out last hooo boy)

i want a detailed list of everything levi has walked in on hange and moblit doing

“You’re really cute,” Levi breathes. “What’s your promise?”

Your eyes lock into his, a smile breaking through your lips, “I promise I’ll give you a kiss.”

their their their their their their banter is so fucking good. i am so embarrassed by how much this makes me giggle. i feel all warm and cozy even though the heating in my house is never as high as i like it. that's their effect on me.

oh wow. that last imagery. that last line, holy shit. Levi is beautiful. And you are changing. i.....have no words. i keep thinking about the summary, about levi showing you that love isn't what you thought it would be. and he's already done that. she's changing, becoming more mature, loving more maturely while still finding that air of innocence that makes it all the more worthwhile. like. we're witnessing them falling in love. i'm in actual awe. i really truly cannot wait to see what comes next.

|| moon river. || part xi. ||

|| masterpost || taglist form || part x. || part xii. ||

pairing: Levi x fem bodied reader

chapter content: modern au, neighbors au, coworkers au, minor smut/suggestive themes, "just the tip" (lol), degradation, almost unprotected sex, exhibitionism (getting caught oof), angst/emotional angst, mention of virginity loss/talks about virginity, alcohol mentions, a lot of preamble but I promise it gets to the point, minors/ageless blogs do not interact.

summary: in which you're faced with the past, the future, and the daunting weight of the present.

wc: 9k

a/n: thank you so very much to @owldatime for their help with beta-ing this chapter! this chapter was one of my favorites to write, diving into reader's thoughts and feelings was something very important to me before we dive right on in to the rising action of this here story progression. so I hope you guys enjoy this deep diving of reader's inner workings!

Eren was always a bit dense. Wore his shirts inside out a time too many, tripped over his own feet when he walked, and always somehow managed to get sauce behind his ears whenever he’d eat pasta. A bit of an airhead, but he held the purest heart of gold. He made it easy to be his friend.

Eren was, and is, your longest friendship to date. Meeting on a playground, playing silly childhood games, he quickly grew as a permanent fixture in your life. Always pairing up in class, sharing your snacks at lunch, growing older and older throughout the years. It was so natural to befriend him, with his ever so charming personality and goofy demeanor. Even if his so-called “charm” was picking out worms in the dirt during recess to show you how wiggly they were. You’d scrunch your nose and squeal, and he would howl in laughter. His big green eyes were mesmerizing, even way back when.

Somehow, the snot nosed boy who routinely stole your red crayons in elementary school became the lean young man who taught you what love could feel like. A more innocent, platonic kind of love — pinky promises that you still hold to this day, falling asleep together in countless back seats on car rides home, hugs so tight they could break your spines.

You miss him the most when you think of him like this. Because you can’t remember just one thing about Eren, you have to try to remember all of it.

The crinkles by his eyes when he laughed — loud, unapologetic, contagious. The comforting embrace of his presence, the way he would pay attention to every expression on your face, clinging to every word that fell from your lips. An amazing friend, through and through. He’d walk through fire for you, lending you the shirt off of his back without you even asking for it.

Watching him grow and blossom into himself was an honor, and you get teary eyed if you dwell on it too much. He was your first everything.

In retrospect, it made total and complete sense that Eren had been the one to take your virginity. Though, take is a misleading word to use, as that stems into a debate about virginity truly being a virtue at all, as if it was something material you owned and had given away. You always found the concept silly, even now, but he was the first man between your legs, so you suppose you’ll allow him the vain word of “take”. Even if it was an equal exchange.

You remember how soft he had been with you.

“Are you sure?” “You really want it to be me?” “But we’re not in love, wait, are we?”

You smiled so sweetly as you responded with, “Yes, Eren.”

Stumbling out of a dress meant to mark the end of your adolescence, pulling at the tie at Eren’s collarbone to signal the beginnings of his manhood — awkward hands, breathy moans, slurring laughter. He touched you as if you were made of glass, you could hardly even look him in the eyes. It was perfectly flawed. You wouldn’t change a single detail about your prom night.

Well, except for the fact that Mikasa was Eren’s date, and he had ditched her for you. But it all worked out in the end, no hard feelings were harbored. Except for yours towards the asshole who stood you up in the first place, creating the domino effect of ditching. It’s sort of funny to look back on, so typically high school and cliche. Still, you often wonder how hurt Mikasa had felt that night, alone and forgotten.

After your shared “losses”, your friendship still remained perfectly intact, though Eren did try to romance you a time or two. The temptation was always there, but how could it not be? Eren was your first love in a lot of different ways — but most importantly, he taught you how sex is supposed to feel. How much meaning it can hold, and you’re grateful for that.

You can lament over the fact you’ve never had a “real” relationship before, but honestly you’d just prefer to be happy for what you’ve already experienced. Eren, your childhood best friend with a one-time benefit, was of course the one who stood out the most. Followed by a short string of men and women, sexual and not so much, kisses and drunken chatter in the early mornings, hand holding and ghosting. No one ever truly stuck, but whether it was due to you or them, it was hard to tell. Timing versus personality, fate versus coincidence — you’ve explored a lifetime of what-ifs. You’ve just never seen them through to know the endings.

Maybe that’s why you’ve been avoiding Levi for a few days now. You’re being forced to come face to face with a looming ending, a potential beginning, a definite purgatory.

He lives next door. You work with him. You share the same friends. You can’t escape him. Do you even want to? But what if it all crashes and burns? What if he’s the one? Is there even such a thing as the one?

Your brain hurts and your heart is heavy. You feel vain, so very shallow for allowing your mind to dwell on this. There’s people in the world who are suffering, truly, and here you are, wondering if falling in the dreaded L word will lead you to ruin, or if it’ll be an adventure worth risking.

If Levi was capable of making you question that profound feeling once, he might be able to make it a permanent fixture. That scares the absolute hell out of you.

It’s only been three days since Levi knocked on your door and was invited into your bed. It wasn’t weird the morning after, he’d left nearly an hour after you awoke, chatting and acting completely normal. Then the realizations set in, the self doubt came flooding, and now, it’s weird.

You can’t even look at him without getting flustered. Even right now, staring at your reflection in the bar bathroom, you feel yourself flush with embarrassment at the fact he’s going to walk into Hange’s any moment now, wondering why you’ve walked to work by yourself.

You haven’t even told Petra you fucked him. You can’t get the words out.

What you do know is that Levi’s the first man who’s ever made you feel like this. Whatever this means, you don’t know, but you feel it. The racing heartbeat, the light layer of sweat dotting your skin, the fight or flight kicking in. It's pure adrenaline, shooting back and forth through your veins like a drug, to a point where you wonder if what you feel is even healthy.

Are you obsessing? Probably. Is it just infatuation running its course? Probably. Are you valid in feeling concerned about all of this? Probably.

It’s a lot of different feelings. It mangles in your mind and you lose track of yourself. How many minutes now have you been washing your hands? How long have you been staring at yourself in the mirror, remembering all of your past lovers? Should you feel guilty about comparing Levi to Eren, to the one night stands and burnt out flames?

You groan, shutting off the tap and gripping the sink’s basin. You have got to get a grip on this. You consider raising a palm to slap yourself, but decide to use it to push away from the mirror, and towards your awaiting shift.

It’s a fairly dead night at the bar. Only a few patrons linger about, and Petra is swiping down table tops to pass the rest of her time. You send her a tight lipped smile, to which she rolls her eyes and mocks a silent groan. Clearly, she doesn’t want to be here tonight either.

As you settle behind the bar counter, setting up clean glasses that probably won’t be filled, the front door swings open, and you know that you’re not going to be able to run anymore. That you have to deal with the consequences of your actions like a big girl. Face your feelings, for fuck’s sake.

Levi’s hair has started to fall in front of his eyes again, though the majority is swept back into the tiniest of buns. His eyes scan the floor until they rise, meeting your direct line of sight.

Run in the opposite fucking direction now.

Your legs protest against your thoughts, your muscles lock and you’re stuck. Why the fuck are you acting so weird? It was just sex.

The best sex you’ve ever had. Post nut clarity didn’t prepare you for the onslaught of emotions you’d be feeling though. You want to run, either to or away from Levi, you’re undecided. You just want this, again whatever this is, to stop.

He takes a stride, and your brain quiets. Perhaps it’s a self defense mechanism. You’re panicking, nearly positive that everyone in the room can feel the awkwardness you radiate. You busy your hands with the glasses, shooting your sights down to the oak counter, and pretend as if the man who brought you insurmountable pleasure didn’t just walk into the room.

You don’t so much as even look up as he walks closer and closer to you. You don’t even flinch when he circles the bar, steps behind you, and takes his place at your side. It’s a tiny victory, one you’re all too eager to celebrate — a shaky breath exits your lips, and your body relaxes.

And then a palm graces the small of your back, and you’re tensed up all over again.

“Hey,” Levi rasps, all too sultry and flirtatious.

You hate the way you smile at his tone, “Hi.”

“You came here all by yourself?” he asks, practically purring.

You will yourself to keep your head down, “Yeah, wanted to get here early.”

“Sure,” Levi clearly doesn’t believe a word coming out of your mouth. “Whatever you say.”

You gulp, not knowing what to respond with. His hand doesn’t move. Instead, his thumb presses further into your spine and makes small circles over your shirt. You want to crawl in a hole and die.

Why can’t you just be normal? What do normal people say after they’ve just had sex with someone else? How do they act? Oh god, this is fucking mortifying. Here you are, sweating bullets and internally screaming over a mere touch.

Levi’s hip brushes against yours as he moves closer, “You’re awfully quiet.”

“Nothing to say,” you murmur bashfully.

“That’s a first,” his voice dips lower. “Sure had a lot to say the other night.”

“I’ll be back!” you begin to bolt, but his hand slides over to your hip to hold you in place.

“Ah-ah,” he hums. “We need to talk.”

“Here? Right now?” your eyes dart around, thoroughly shocked no one has noticed how close you and Levi are at the moment.

“Petra’s here for another hour. Office,” he nods his head towards the hallway door. “Now.”

Dread and anxiety swarm your stomach, and you swallow with a dry throat. Two things can happen here: One — Levi confronts you about your avoidance and overall awkwardness, or two — he confirms this all as one massive mistake.

Either option doesn’t sit well with you. You nod regardless of this, and his hand moves to the middle of your spine, nudging you towards the door.

With heavy feet and wobbly knees, you tread forward, not sparing a single glance back. You know Levi’s right behind you. Too close behind you, actually. His palm falls from your back as you pass through the doorway, an action you’re not sure you want to celebrate or protest against.

You think you black out from sheer panic during the short walk to the office. All too soon, you’re sitting in a familiar worn chair, and Levi’s leaning his backside against the desk, facing you.

You stare at one another for a long pause. You, in preparation for whatever he’s about to say, and him, analyzing your nervous fidgeting. You feel like livestock to a wolf. Staring up, blinking at his piercing gaze, you feel more vulnerable in this instance with him than you have ever felt before. Though he’s stared into the depths of your most sacred parts, swallowed your moans and drank your lust from your lips — this feels entirely more intimate than any moment you’ve shared prior.

The memory claws at your skin behind your cheeks, surfacing blood and flustering in its violence. The heat puts you in the agonizing present, and you cross your legs at the knees.

A feast for a predator, yeah, that’s what you are. What a perfect metaphor.

Levi clears his throat, “Why have you been acting weird?”

“I haven’t,” you deny, averting your gaze to the floor.

“Don’t bother lying,” he says dryly. “I haven’t seen or heard from you in three days. Which is very unlike you.”

“Maybe I decided to give you a break, you know, from annoying you,” you mean the words to come across witty, but they sound quite pathetic upon leaving your lips. You inwardly cringe.

He sighs, deep and long, “Shut up, just be honest.”

“How can I not act weird?” you mumble. “What, what do we even do now?”

“I see the “not friends” thing isn’t working,” he says, and your eyes meet once more. “Well? What else?”

“What do you mean, “what else”? That’s it.”

“That’s it,” he repeats sarcastically. “Doesn’t seem like it.”

“Why don’t you say how you feel then?” you bite back. “I’m always the one talking.”

“You want to know how I feel? Truly?”

You nod, afraid your voice may crack.

He continues, “I feel like that was the best sex I’ve ever had, and I want to keep fucking you.”

Oh. Well, that’s very blunt.

Your teeth tug on your bottom lip, “Okay?”

“But not if you’re going to act like I don’t exist every time after. So, what else is bothering you?” his tone is unwavering, you feel as if you’re a child being scolded.

“I’ve never done this before,” you murmur honestly under your breath. “What if we ruin something?”

“What’s there to ruin?” Levi crosses his arms. “We work together, live next to each other, if this doesn’t work out, who gives a fuck? We’re both adults, we can act like it.”

“Yeah but like, how casual are we making this?” you bring your palms to your face, fingers digging into your temples. “Are you fucking anyone else? Am I fucking anyone else? Are we exclusive? This is a fucking mess, Levi. I don’t, I’ve never, I just—“

“Why are you so caught up on this?” he asks, tilting his head. “Why can’t you just let this happen?”

“What is this?” you laugh without humor.

“You know, for someone who ran away from home with no money and no plan, you sure get hung up on the smallest of details.”

“Levi—“

“I’m not seeing anyone else,” Levi cuts you off again. “I don’t want to see anyone else. You, you can do whatever you want. I just don’t care to know about it.”

But, you don’t want to see anyone else either. Whether it’s based on how awfully you’re handling the casualness of your situation with the man in front of you, or how much you like Levi, you don’t know. But the option of other people is simply not there for you.

“No,” you admit shyly. “No one else. I don’t want to either.”

“So, we can just,” he starts to fidget, fingers tugging at the hem of his sleeve. “Just rely on each other then.”

“Okay,” you sigh. “Is this like an arrangement then?”

He snorts, “Of sorts, sure. But, maybe, we can just see where this goes.”

We can just see where this goes. Simple enough. Planning for no plan. Can you honestly do that? What if one of you catches real feelings?

“I should tell you now, I guess,” you uncross your legs. “I’ve never been in a relationship before, and I don’t know if I’m necessarily looking for one. I can’t promise you commitment.”

His silver eyes shift to the floor, “That’s fine with me.”

Your heart aches, even though it’s your own warning. You decide not to question the hurt in your chest, “So, friends with benefits then, I guess?”

“Co-worker neighbors with benefits,” he corrects you, the slightest smirk gracing his lips.

“What a mouthful,” you tease, feeling slightly more relaxed. The worst part in this conversation seems to be over, “So what now?”

“Just act normal,” Levi says, tips of his ears beginning to ignite in a red flush. “For the record, it pisses me off more when you try not to annoy me.”

“Aw, you missed me?” you chuckle. “Cute.”

“No,” he scoffs, voice lowering as he continues. “Just didn’t like it. I thought you were regretting fucking me.”

Even in the inner turmoil you’ve been dealing with the last few days, regret was not a part of your thoughts whatsoever. Levi shifts his weight to his left foot, angling his chin down. He doesn’t meet your eyes.

Your expression turns sympathetic, “No, I don’t regret it.”

“Then annoy me anytime you’d like,” he breathes.

It’s a simple sentence, but it feels like a confession. There’s layers to his words, indecipherable and cryptic. It almost coaxes you into your own confession. Almost.

“Will do, boss,” you smile, standing to your feet. “Normal. I can do that.”

“You said something like that last time,” Levi pushes off the desk, taking small steps towards you. His tone dips lower, “Besides, is this not our normal?”

His fingers reach forward, gripping the front of your shirt is a loose fist. He tugs, your legs ever so pliant, until you’re face-to-face with the ravenette. His eyes flicker down, watching the surprised gasp tumble from your lips. His tongue slides over his own pout, and you find yourself locked in on the action.

“We should probably get back to work,” you whisper, eyelashes fluttering.

You want to kiss him so badly. Fuck. What even is normal anyways? You want to normally put your tongue in his mouth, suck on his bottom lip until he loses his patience, bending you over the desk and—

“We should,” his fist loosens, sliding his palm flat over the top of your chest. It’s scorching hot, even through the fabric of your shirt you can feel the heat drip from his fingertips.

It isn’t until his other hand lays weight atop of your covered breast do you pull away. Just as his thumb brushes over the spot where he knows your nipple is hidden, you take a step back. You struggle to catch your breath, sending Levi a warning glare.

“Normal,” you reiterate with a pointed tone.

“Can’t help it,” he shrugs cockily. “Hard to keep my hands off of you.”

“Try,” you bite back, chuckling to yourself. “Fuck.”

“Later?” he smirks.

You turn your back, striding to leave the office. You spare him one last glance over your shoulder, “Maybe.”

The rest of your shift flies by with hardly anymore interactions from your favorite “coworker/neighbor with benefits”. You walk home together as usual, tension in the air so thick you could slice it with a knife. Neither of you act on it, but as you close your front door, you notice the way Levi hesitates to enter his own apartment. He stalls outside your archway, eyes low and swirling.

You take the coldest shower of your life in an attempt to convince yourself that you can make it a week without fucking the stamina out of Levi. Just long enough to really believe what the two of you are is totally normal.

Mostly, it’s to get your feelings in check. Because back in the bar, what you really wanted to tell him was this — “I don’t do commitment, but maybe I can try for you.”

You realize on a particularly cold day that you have fully adjusted to your new life. Days mold together, weeks pass by, and seasons have changed. You’ve witnessed the end of summer and the beginnings of winter. The holidays come and go, and they’re spent with your new found friends — though, they’re not quite as new as before.

You learn Petra’s favorite color is red and she enjoys any meal with potatoes involved. She likes the summer, as she can’t seem to stop talking about how much she misses the glide of a sundress along her knees. She has trouble holding back her opinions, opting to speak her mind because being honest is the most important virtue she holds. She likes to run in the mornings, and she can speak three languages. She’s easily become your best friend here.

Hange is a bit more complicated, simply because you don’t spend a whole lot of time with them. They own the bar you work at, and they’re married to a man named Moblit, though you haven’t gotten the chance to meet him quite yet. The way Hange speaks of him though, it feels as if you have.

Regardless, they’re witty and mischievous, smart and collected. Hange loves texting you memes they find on Twitter, especially ones you do not understand. Still, you laugh, and they explain the joke happily to you.

You learn that you were meant to meet these people. Call it fate, call it whatever, but you feel it deep in your heart that this is true.

No one could ever replace Mikasa, Eren, and Armin — but Hange and Petra fill the void of their absence.

You learn all the creeks in your stairwell, and which parts of the stairs make the loudest noises. That if you adjust the thermostat an hour before sunset, your apartment warms to the most comfortable degree. If you don’t, you shiver all night. You’ve learned that begonias don’t fare well in the cold, so Jeremy now has the sweetest spot in your bedroom next to your balcony doors — drinking up the sunlight and enjoying the paradise of the indoors.

Every day, you gather information about colleges in the area. Should you go online or in person? Should you pursue an art degree again? Should you even go back to school at all? You have to admit, you really miss learning. Plus, France must be a perfect place to continue to learn the fine arts. You’re constantly surrounded by architectural beauty, history painted in the streets. It’s inspiring, almost consuming at times.

All of this reminds you of how permanent you feel here. You’re no longer a stranger to this city — an invasive species turned domesticated. The thought makes you laugh. This is your ecosystem, so to speak, and it scares you how quickly you’ve adjusted. The girl who booked her one way flight is not the same one you are now. You’ve grown, you’ve learned, you’ve thrived.

You don’t regret this. Not one bit.

Though, you wish you could talk to your friends from home. If it were possible, you would. But as the days march forward, tumbling towards the vast unknown, you forget if Mikasa’s phone number starts with an eight or a seven. You forget how warm Armin’s advice is. You forget how toothy Eren’s smile is.

You forget to remember. You forget to forget. It all blurs, and because the present and the future are so vivid, you start to let go of the past. You don’t know if it’s because you’ve fallen out of love with who you used to be, or because you’re learning to love who you’re becoming.

Regardless, there’s one matter that seems to take hold of your inner dialogue. Rearing it’s obnoxious head dead center in your mind’s eyes, showing off its glistening teeth and claws and howling things you can’t seem to shake.

Levi is right. Why can’t you just let things happen? What’s the worst thing that can truly happen?

The week passes by with those questions in mind. Let go, let go, let go. You can exist in all three — past, present, future. You can allow yourself to be different versions of you, and why shouldn’t you? Why mourn a past, why dread a future? Why shouldn’t you celebrate the fact you are where you are because of where you came from? Why shouldn’t you be prideful of what’s to come next?

And why the fuck shouldn’t you just be present right now?

Two fingers gently tap on the bar in front of you, breaking you from your thoughts. You really have to stop zoning out at work.

“Sorry,” you mumble to Claude, who offers you a small smile in return. “I’ll get your drink in just a second.”

Oh, another thing you’ve learned — you no longer need Levi’s cheat sheet to make drinks.

He nods, and even though he hardly ever speaks, he understands your words at least. His glass is placed in front of him, and he offers another nod as a thank you. You smile curtly, and lean your elbows on the bar.

“Hey, Claude,” you start apprehensively. “You consider yourself wise?”

The mustached man simply shrugs. You snort, and continue, “What do you do when you feel like you don’t know yourself anymore?”

“Flow,” his voice is deep and graveled. “Learn to go with it.”

“Even if it scares you?”

“Yes, what’s life without fear?”

“You are wise,” you crack a grin. “Thanks.”

His palm lifts, gesturing to you to keep talking. His crinkled eyes blink, overflowing with sincerity.

“Things have changed so much,” you sigh. “I’ve changed so much. I can’t stop thinking about the past, the people who were in it. I miss them, but I can feel myself letting go. I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing.”

“Neither,” Claude takes a deep breath. “We’re people, it’s what we’re meant to do.”

“Time just keeps going,” you discard your gaze to the floor. “I feel like a new person every day. I don’t feel like me.”

“How is that bad?” he asks. “You’re still you.”

“I’m still me,” you chuckle lowly. “I am still me.”

And you’re stuck with yourself until the very end. It feels beautiful to think this. It would be awfully boring to always stay the same, wouldn’t it?

“Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you two on?”

Your attention snaps to the sudden voice, Hange standing with their arms crossed, eyebrows bunched together. A slightly taller man stands beside them, brown shaggy hair brushing along his forehead. He wears an apologetic grin, and your focus floats to the lazy arm thrown around Hange’s waist. You smile as you connect the dots.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Moblit!” you beam. “Hange talks about you so much I feel like I already know you!”

He blushes, throwing Hange an affectionate glance, “I wish that was the first time I’ve been told that.”

Hange swats at his chest playfully, “I love you, stupid! Of course I’m gonna talk about you!”

“I didn’t realize you worked today?” you tilt your head in question.

“Just stopping by, taking care of some bills. Moblit’s gotta take a look around and make sure everything’s up and running alright. Levi’s stopping in too.”

“Levi?” he also isn’t supposed to be working today.

Since Monday, the two of you have hardly seen each other. Passing by at work, offering sultry gazes, acting in your versions of normal — it’s as if nothing between the two of you has changed. Even though everything has.

You still can’t shake the nerves the thought of him brings you, but you’ve been making more of an active effort to not be weird.

“Yeah, same thing,” they roll their eyes. “Boring bills. Making sure the toilets flush. Blah. Blah.”

“Don’t sound so excited,” you laugh.

“Should be here in the next hour,” they tug at Moblit’s arm, heading towards the hallway door. “Okay, go back to your deep deep talk!”

The pair disappear, and your heart feels fuzzy. They’re really sweet together.

“Thanks for the clarity, Claude,” you sigh happily, standing fully upright.

He nods his head, raising his glass, “Anytime. You don’t get this old being stupid.”

You chuckle, and shake your head. You find a rag to your left, deciding now is a great time to wipe down some more spotless tables. Weekday shifts are the worst, as usual, the bar is almost barrenly empty. Just you, Claude, Moblit and Hange — and soon to be Levi.

As you work and buffer out the tabletops, you fall back into your thoughts.

You can’t forget the past. Sure, it may get dull over time, it may seem as if eons have passed since the memories were made, but you can never forget.

Mikasa’s phone number starts with an eight. Her favorite color is blue. She likes to read old poetry because it makes her feel empowered and ethereal. Her favorite place to be is the barricade at a concert of her favorite band. She smells like coconut. She hates pickles.

She forgave you for ruining the most important night of her highschool years. It’s a funny story, actually, but you’ll find time to recall the specifics later. You’ll remember.

Armin may be the smartest, wisest, kindest soul you’ve ever met. He hates bustling crowds, loves to read anything, but his favorite book is The Great Gatsby. You could talk to Armin about everything and anything for hours, he’s a walking encyclopedia. He taught you how to appreciate the beauty in kindness.

Eren’s canines are pointed, vampirically so. They poke at his bottom lip when he laughs or smiles. He’s obnoxious and abrasive, but he’s kind and soft too. He was always there for you when you needed a friend the most.

The four of you together, though? Nearly unstoppable. A kaleidoscope of memories flood you — late night study sessions, pitchers of piss-like beer pouring, laughter as loud as thunder. Best friends forever, even though you’re gone. You could never forget them, ever.

They still smile just as brightly in the hazy recollection of yesterdays, the varnished tables you polish reflect their gleams through light rays from bulbs above.

A cold breeze disrupts you, the wind chilling down your spine and scratching along your skin. You shiver, and without turning around you know Levi’s come in, right on time — for more than one reason. A few more footsteps follow behind him, probably the exit of Claude. It’s late, so it’s unlikely you’ll be faced with any more customers.

The telltale footsteps fall closer, until you’re compelled to look to your right, and there he stands. Levi looks cute. He’s bundled up in a thick black coat, face red from the harsh weather, hair flat against his forehead from his beanie. He looks adorable, really.

His lips twitch as his hand extends forward, and your eyes follow his movements. He holds tight to a thickly papered cup, tilting it towards you.

“What’s this?” you smile, reaching out to transfer the drink into your hold.

“Tea, it’s hot,” his eyes flicker teasingly. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Thank you,” you chuckle, wrapping both hands around the warmth. “That was very sweet of you. Some might even say it’s weird.”

His eyes roll, and he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “Consider it one of the benefits.”

“Thought I can’t get used to it?”

“A one-time benefit.”

You arch an eyebrow, “Only once?”

“Maybe twice, if I’m feeling generous.”

“How kind of you.”

“I can take it back.”

You bring the cup to your chest, your lips forming into a pout. Levi laughs through his nose, shaking his head.

“You good to close up by yourself while I help Hange with bills?” he stuffs his hands into his coat pockets.

“I think so! Unless, you wanna stick around and keep me company,” you beam.

“It’s gonna be snowing by the time you’re out of here. I don’t have a choice. I don’t feel like hearing you complain about a broken anything after slipping on ice,” he says flippantly, already shifting his weight to make way towards the office.

“What’re you gonna do? Break my fall?”

“You wish I was that nice of a person.”

“Your actions state otherwise,” you shake the cup gently to prove your point.

Levi rolls his eyes playfully, “Let me know if you need help.”

“I think I got it,” you smile, large and prideful.

“Okay,” though he doesn’t smile, his eyes glimmer in a similar manner. His lips part as if to speak more, but his mouth shuts, and he’s shaking his head. Levi stalks off quickly afterwards.

Sighing to yourself, you put an end to your nonsensical wiping, and start the closing process. With the now emptied bar area, it’s fairly easy to do. Washed drinkware is set up along a dry towel on the reddened oak counter, the blinds to the windows are drawn shut, the floor is swept, money is accounted for. Thankfully to your wonderful coworkers, and Levi, you have the closing shift down to a science. By the fifteen minute mark, you’ve completed most of the mundane necessities, and you’re left to idly straighten up the occasional bottle or two on the shelving decorating the back wall, sipping from your gifted tea.

It’s a boring routine, but it’s one you’re happy to know as well as you do now. It’s improvement and growth, no matter how small of a deal it may seem. It’s a victory in its own right to you.

Hange and Moblit exit the hallway door within the half an hour it takes for you to close down the bar. They seem hurried, stumbling and whispering — they’re really flustered, but you can’t find the reason for it. Blush speckles across their cheeks, their voices thick and heavy like syrup, and then you take note of their twitching hands and heavy panting.

Oh. You smirk. They hardly raise their hands in a goodbye as they fly out of the bar. You wonder if that’s how you and Levi will look leaving.

No, you know that’s how you’ll look. You’ve made up your mind. Because you are changing, you should allow yourself the freedom of trying new things — your past is just an intricate and complex foundation, a column of support to help you stand tall in your present.

You can just let things happen. Specifically, you can let yourself fall into whatever with Levi. Whether it be love, hatred, or nothing with him, you’ll let it happen.

Levi is sitting at the desk when you enter the office, hand holding his chin, elbow on the table. His coat is folded neatly on the armchair adjacent to the desk, his beanie like a cherry on top of the pile. His hair is disheveled, as if he’s been raking his fingers through the locks out of stress. His eyes flick up upon your arrival, but they shift back down to the paperwork in front of him.

Good. You want him to be surprised.

Your fingers rest on your hips, tugging at the hem of the sweater you’ve decided to wear today. You’re nervous, but in one motion, you tug the fabric over your head. Messily tossing it on the chair, Levi casts his attention to the sound of rustling, and his eyes glaze over to you upon realization.

He says your name in a low gravel, “What are you doing?”

Your fingers trace over the straps of your bra, slowly placing one foot in front of the other, “Acting normal, annoying you. You said I could do it whenever I wanted.”

He breathes a swear under his breath, eyes greedily drinking in your half naked form, “I did.”

You nod, “You did.”

When you reach the front of the desk, you idly pick up the small pile of papers on the surface, and set them neatly to the floor. Levi doesn’t stop you, in fact, he’s already leaning back in his chair, palms face down on his thighs. His knuckles twitch, and his gaze flickers all over your form.

It doesn’t matter if you look sexy right now, you feel it with the way Levi looks at you. You almost wish you had left your shirt on. You wonder if he’d react like this even with you fully clothed.

Your naked belly lays against the cold wood, elbows holding your upper half up, hands cradling your cheeks. You grin wickedly, “Hi.”

A single palm floats up from his lap, a thumb presses into the plush of your bottom lip. You kiss the digit as he heaves, “Fuck.”

You pepper slow, tantalizing kisses down the expanse of his thumb, nipping at the meat where it connects into his palm. Your tongue soothes over the bite in a teasing lick, your lips pressing flat and smooth against his skin. Your eyes dart to his, and your mouth waters. Levi’s jaw is slacked, amazement written in his expression.

“Want you,” you murmur, gasping out a lustful noise from the back of your throat. “Want you so bad, Levi.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes, stupified. “Are you, are you trying, what?”

You giggle, low and seductive, “What’s the matter?”

“You,” he grits, forcing the tip of his thumb past your pout. Your tongue circles the pad, and he regrounds himself in a, “Fucking suck it.”

Your hands leave your face, gripping his wrist and tugging his hand back. Your teeth scrape against his knuckles, lips popping as it rests against your lips, “No.”

“Don’t be a brat,” Levi warns, a blush creeping up his neck and cheeks. “You came in here. You started this.”

“Exactly.”

You push yourself off the desk, circling the wood, and plant your ass to the surface before him. You spread your legs, lean back on your hands, and smirk.

“You use your fucking mouth,” you assert yourself, hooking your right ankle around his neck.

His flustered demeanor changes in a blink of an eye. His fingers wrap around your foot, throwing your leg off of his shoulder. Levi stands to full height, palms slapping against your thighs to prevent you from running. His eyes are narrowed, pupils dilated and hazy. His jaw clenches, his anger clear and apparent.

“And who the fuck told you that you were in charge, slut?”

You choke on a strangled gasp of surprise, heat rocketing down to your center, “Excuse me?”

“Did I stutter?” he leans forward, lips dangerously edging towards your own. You whimper, he continues, “You come in here after depriving me of your pussy for an entire week, you fucking temptress, and decide you get to call the shots? You think you deserve my mouth? Licking and sucking on your needy little clit until you cum? Huh?”

Holy shit. Where the fuck did this come from?

You attempt to sit up further, to leverage your lower half closer to where you need the blissful pressure of Levi’s bulge. It’s prominent now that he stands, a stiff bump in the lining of his crotch. Maybe you should’ve just done what you were told. Maybe you would’ve been rewarded with his cock in your mouth.

“Answer me,” Levi growls, a palm sliding up to grab your neck, fingers pressing into your pulse point.

“I do, I want it,” you whine. “Levi, please.”

“Should’ve used that empty head of yours before making demands,” he hisses. His hand travels up, his pointer and middle fingers tap at your wet lips, “Now suck.”

When Levi talks to you like that, in that tone, calling you all these names, you have to listen. As much as you want to push his hand away, regain control of this switching dominance, you don’t. You listen, you submit, you wrap your lips around his curling fingers, and you suck.

Your tongue traces between the digits, softly and teasingly. The pads of his fingers press your muscle down, edging towards the back of your throat. Your eyes flutter shut, and for dramatic effect, you moan gently as you slowly bob your head. Levi traces every taste bud on your tongue through this, mapping out the textured wetness of your eager mouth. When you open your eyes, his eyes are hyper focused on your lips.

He pulls his wrist back, sliding his fingers beyond your teeth and to your lips. He smears your saliva across your pout, gripping your bottom lip between his thumb and pointer finger. He tugs, and you follow.

The kiss he greets you with is soft — dainty, he hardly presses the creases of his lips to yours. It almost tickles. His breath fans out from his nose, whispering at your cupid’s bow. When you try to lean forward, to seek out that passionate embrace you know he’s capable of, Levi pulls away. Not far, but far enough to keep that small distance between you.

“Tease,” you giggle breathlessly.

“You started it,” he responds, his palms falling to your thighs once more. His fingers circle around, grasping at the undersides of your knees, and he pulls you closer until your ass is at the edge of the desk. His hips wiggle forward, slotting between your opened legs, “Look at you, coming in here, taking your shirt off, why?”

“You know why,” you fight back the urge to roll your eyes. “I already said it.”

“That’s not what I heard,” his lips descend down your neck, laying careless kisses to your throat. “Use your words.”

“I want you,” you moan, tossing your head back to allow him more skin.

“Tell me how,” he demands roughly, nipping at your collarbone.

You shutter, “Take me on the desk. God, just, fuck me.”

“Filthy,” Levi chuckles darkly. “Want me to fill you up, right here, in the office? Fuck you until you can’t walk? You’ll need me to carry you home, you know.”

“Don’t care,” you buck your hips, desperately trying to catch friction against his jeans. “Need you.”

“Love it when you talk like that, princesse.”

“Lev’,” you pant, his kisses becoming more and more uncontrolled. “Please.”

Without a snarky comment, Levi reaches between the two of you, and begins to unbutton your pants. His lips engulf the skin above your bra, licking and sucking a heated path across the top of your chest. He yanks down the waistband of your jeans, you lift your hips, and the denim is tugged down to your ankles. Your shoes are slid off of your feet. Then, slowly, he takes each foot, rolling the remainder of your clothing off until it lays on the floor. His arms circle around your bare waist, his mouth ascending to your cheek.

His chest meets yours, his hands solidifying at your hips, thumbs pressing into your belly.

Then you feel it — the harsh weight of his desire pressing flush to yours. His cock is hard, the texture of fabric is rough, and this is going all way too fucking slowly for your liking. Your hands leave his back to find solace at his navel, and you work his zipper down until the feeling of denim is replaced by smooth cotton.

You moan at the contrast, “Fuck, just put it in.”

“We don’t have a condom,” he states, making no effort to stop your palms from working his member free of his briefs. The head slides through the small slit of fabric, his precum dampening your already wet panties, “‘S not smart.”

Fuck being smart, you want his dick in your cunt right now. You want the messy, unhinged slurring speech to fall from his lips as his balls slap against your ass. You want the hair pulling, teeth indenting, wild and untamed sex only he can give you. You want to do it on this desk, at your job, you want him to call you names and tell you how disgusting and needy you are — you’ll say the same things right back to him.

You want Levi to fuck you out of your mind, to finally quiet your never-ending thoughts from this week. You don’t want to comprehend a past, present, or future. You just want to exist, in the simplest form of existing.

Levi doesn’t stop you as your other hand works your panties to the side, doesn’t even verbally protest as you slide his leaking cock against your clit. You groan as you work his member in tight circles, rubbing his prespend into your bundle of nerves. You pulse, clenching on nothing, soon to be everything he has to offer, and he finally presses his lips to yours. He devours you in this way, sucking on your bottom lip, sliding his tongue along your teeth and against your own wet muscle. He’s breathing so heavily, but so are you, so you don’t make a comment about it.

You move his throbbing cock down to where you need him the most, your hole spasming in anticipation. It barely dips in, his frenulum just about to fall into the depths of your cunt. You’re so wet, you can feel yourself dripping down his length. The lack of prep will probably hurt like a bitch at first, but the reward is worth it.

You’ll feel the way he throbs once he’s buried inside of you, feel the combined arousal deep within you. Is it your gushing want or his that’ll fill you up? Levi will pull out once he begins to feel that rush of climax, spewing his hot seed all over your thighs and belly. Maybe he’ll be kind enough to let you sink to your knees when that happens, and you’ll swallow every drop he spills down your throat.

He rocks his tip back, ready to plunge, ready to take you. Your knees press into his sides, ready to cage his cock in your soaking cunt, ready to lose yourself in him.

“Hey sorry forgot my coat— what the fuck!”

The scream you let out should’ve been reserved for something else.

Levi’s cock falls out of you, and he presses you entirely to his chest, arms shielding your naked back from whoever just walked in, “Get out!”

“Oh my god!”

Oh fuck, it’s Hange.

You are definitely going to get fired for this.

You push your face into Levi’s shoulder, silently praying you’ll just sink into his skin and disappear from this entire ordeal. This is fucking mortifying.

“No fucking way, on the desk? Levi!” Hange begins to laugh, obnoxious and loud. “Holy shit!”

“Close the fucking door!” Levi shouts, hand cradling the back of your head.

“Okay, okay!” The office door slams, signaling their exit. In the silence following, you can hear clear as day through the wood, “I fucking knew it!”

Embarrassed doesn’t begin to describe how you feel.

Levi doesn’t move his arms, instead, he tugs you closer, “We’re going to get dressed.”

You nod, unable to find the courage to speak. His fingers pet along your scalp, and he continues, “Everything’s going to be fine.”

You don’t believe this, but you nod once more, and try not to cry. Everything you worked for will be gone as soon as your clothes are on, and you’re forced to deal with the consequences of your actions.

When Levi finally releases you, handing over your clothes and giving you the space to get dressed, you decide on something. Whatever wrath you’ll face outside that door, you’ll take the full and total blame.

How stupid of you to try and seduce Levi, unprotectedly, at your place of work? This all falls on you, and your reckless choices. Maybe you should care about the future. Maybe it’ll prevent you from making dumb decisions like this.

You’re quiet as you finish dressing, internally berating yourself. Levi waits, patient and collected. You send him an apologetic look, sorry for more than one reason, and you walk towards the door. He says your name, but your hand wraps around the handle, and you meet your fate.

Hange leans against the hallway wall, their smirk sly and eyes narrowed, “Care to explain why I just walked in on you guys going at it like a couple of fucking animals?”

“I’m sorry,” your voice shakes. “I’m so fucking sorry Hange. It will never happen again.”

“Not here, at least,” they snort. “What were you guys thinking? Anyone could’ve walked in, the front door was unlocked. You’re really fucking lucky it was me.”

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, attempting to keep pathetic tears at bay.

“Levi?” Hange looks past you, eyebrows raised. “Anything you want to say?”

“Not really,” he stands directly behind you, discreetly running his fingers along your back.

“I’m really angry at you two,” they frown. “Like, really pissed off.”

“Don’t act so high and mighty,” Levi scoffs. “You would’ve never known about it had you remembered your coat.”

“That’s exactly why I’m mad!” they shout, flinging their arms up. “When did this even happen?”

You blink, thoroughly confused, “What?”

“I can’t believe you guys have been hooking up and didn’t tell me! Levi!” Hange whines, pouting. “You should’ve told me!”

“You would’ve made it a big deal,” Levi says calmly. “Like how you are right now.”

“To be fair, I did just find you guys fucking on my desk. I have a right to be freaking out right now.”

“Wait, are you not mad? About that?” you ask timidly.

They roll their eyes, “Of course I’m mad about that. That’s gross. Do you know how many times Moblit and I have fucked in the office? Now I’m going to have to disinfect that entire room to ever consider taking him in there again.”

If you could see Levi’s face, you’d see the gag he tries to hold down.

Hange laughs, “What the fuck, you guys? Seriously, you couldn’t keep it in your pants long enough to make it home? Holy fuck, I’d be so embarassed if I were you two. That’s punishment enough.”

“I’m not getting fired?” you feel so stupid for asking this question, but it needs to be asked. Hange is acting way too cool about this whole thing.

“No, I’m not firing you,” they sigh. “I probably should, but I’m not. Just don’t fuck at work, again, and we’ll be straight.”

You’d rather eat rocks than to stand another second of this conversation, so you nod, and murmur, “I promise”, and make a beeline towards the bar.

“I want details about everything!” Hange shouts down the hallway. “Wait, fuck! I lost the bet to Claude! God dammit!”

With a promise to Hange to clean the entire office until it sparkles and gleams, the three of you depart from the bar. Levi walks close to your side, your feet crunching in the newly fallen snow coating the sidewalk.

What starts as a giggle manifests into full blown laughter, your hysteria filling the silence shared between the two of you as you walk home.

Well, that could’ve turned out a lot worse. You got a slap on the wrist, barely.

You feel crazy, but the laughter feels good, so it doesn’t stop. Tears swell in your waterline, and Levi’s chuckling to himself quietly.

“That was easily top five most embarrassing things to ever happen to me,” you heave, wiping the wetness from underneath your eyes. “Maybe even top three.”

“Told you everything would be fine,” Levi smirks. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve walked in on Hange and Moblit. We were going at it like animals? I’m traumatized from the shit I’ve seen them do.”

“You didn’t even put it all the way in!” you smile, shaking your head. “Imagine if they had come in five minutes later, holy shit, that would’ve been a thousand times worse.”

“Hange would’ve gotten a show then,” he snorts, elbow knocking against yours. “I wouldn’t have been able to stop.”

“Don’t say stuff like that,” you gently shove yourself into his side. “Clearly I don’t know how to control myself.”

“I was about to fuck you raw,” he arches an eyebrow. “What does that say?”

“That we’re not a good match,” you tease. “We obviously can’t use our brains when we’re together.”

“You may be onto something.”

“If I’m right, then I’m not. No brain power is being used at any moment when I’m with you.”

“Just when you’re with me?”

“Hey,” you laugh. “Keep calling me stupid and watch what happens.”

“Are you threatening me?” The back of his hand brushes against yours.

Your fingers twitch, “No, I’m promising you.”

“Promising me what?” His pinky interlocks with yours.

“I’ll ruin your life,” your wrist circles, connecting your palms together.

His thumb runs over your knuckles, “That’s a big promise.”

“I don’t take insults lightly.”

“Wonder what you’ll promise me if I complimented you.”

“Probably something nicer,” you muse. “Probably.”

“You’re really cute,” Levi breathes. “What’s your promise?”

Your eyes lock into his, a smile breaking through your lips, “I promise I’ll give you a kiss.”

He stops, turning towards you. You follow suit, facing the ravenette. Snowflakes flutter down, glistening in the low lighting from the street lamps lining your path home. A few land on your nose and cheeks, but the heat of Levi’s gaze is enough to make them melt on impact. He looks beautiful. His silvery eyes sparkling and sweet, his expression relaxed and happy.

Happy. Yeah, you feel happy, too.

You wish you could freeze this moment like the snow around you. To exist solely in the present for this moment of time, to be the snowflake drifting through the never ending breeze of the sky. Landing on the ground to join all the others who came before it, to chant a cold and broken hallelujah when the night continues on. To witness the way Levi leans forward, gently cupping your cheek, and kissing your lips.

You make your decision then, completely, the creases of your mouth intertwining with his. You’ll fall like the snow, you’ll melt with the sun, you’ll bloom with the flowers. You’ve done it before, and you’ll do it again.

Armin gives the warmest advice. Eren’s grin is toothy. Petra’s favorite color is red. Hange is understanding.

Mikasa’s phone number begins with an eight.

Levi is beautiful. And you are changing.

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The Ghost Of You

20 - You’re Finally Mine

This chapters songs:

I Follow You; Melody's Echo Chamber

Hot Rod; Dayglow

My Jinji; Sunset Rollarcoaster

- Y. L. Perspective

I let out a low groan, attempting to stretch out my arms and legs. But when I touched Koshi's, I remember that we were latched onto each other. Throughout the night, I hadn't imagined that sleeping with him would be so peaceful. His gentle hands holding me against him, the way a simple hum would run vibrations throughout his chest, and best of all: being able to look at such a lovely face to wake up to.

He pays my back gently, followed by his gentle voice. "Y/n? Are you awake?"

I open my eyes slightly to peek at him. A very bright sun ray showered his grey hair and fair skin. "Hm? Yes, I am now." Shoving my face back into his chest, I sigh. "What time is it?"

"It's ten. I'm sorry for waking you, but Isao is wondering if you want breakfast," Koshi explains briefly.

I blink a few times to refresh my mind, nodding slightly. Was his brother serious about making our food? That was something I hadn't experienced in a while. I usually made things for myself or ate leftovers for breakfast.

After Koshi dismisses his little brother, he proceeded to pat my back as if I were falling back asleep. "How did you sleep? I hope I wasn't bothering you all night," he asks me.

"Pretty good. I was very comfortable." A smile appeared on my face without any effort. I trail my fingers across his collarbone under his t-shirt, thankful that my first night with Koshi was as calming as sleeping through the rain. "What about you?"

I was hoping that I hadn't kicked him or done something embarrassing while I was asleep. The risk was a high percentage, especially since I'd spent the night mostly laying on his chest.

But Koshi didn't say much. He only gave me a very warning smile and tightened his hands upon my waist, maneuvering closer towards me. Curious yet scared of what he would do, I grew frantic, feeling my face heat up while he did so. And finally, he closed his eyes, brushing his lips against mine, before kissing me gently.

My hands rushed up to his face as my shoulders stiffened. Such a sudden action made my heart beat out of its chest, I was sure he could hear it.

Unfortunately, he ended our kiss after a few seconds, pulling away from me slightly.

"So, I'm guessing that's a yes?" I manage to let out a few words in my tired voice. Koshi nods, sitting up from his spot.

That was the first time I'd woken up in his bed while lying next to him. And boy, did I cherish that moment as if it were impossible to forget.

-

"Good morning, Ms. L/n," Isao chimes as Koshi and I walk into the kitchen with our zombie-like behaviors.

Nonetheless, I smile at the boy, happy to be seeing his familiar face. I was beginning to grow on him and his playful personality. I bow and greet him a good morning as well, before Koshi bumps his hip into mine, laying a hand on my back. "Y/n, you don't have to bow every time you see them." He says to me, making me shoot up to stand straight.

"Uh, sorry! I guess it's just an impulse I do to people," I explain myself, followed by Isao's sweet laughter.

"That's alright! I was just about done," he says, placing a small piece of fish onto a pile of a couple of other pieces. Next to the grill pan was some white rice and a pot of miso soup.

The smell fills my nose and I begin to build up my appetite. "Oh, okay! Would you like me to get started on some tea?" I hurry to the other side of the kitchen and attempt to search for a pot. But of course, Koshi stands there with one in his large hands, grinning at me.

"You're our guest, Ms. L/n! Please, sit." Isao carries the plate of rice and fish to the table, accompanied by a few bowls of miso soup. I hadn't been welcomed with such a normal morning breakfast in so long. Not even my friends' parents treated me like this. But mostly because we were all family to each other.

I could only hope that I didn't look too bad. I had changed into some pajama pants and a smaller shirt so I wouldn't look like a homeless man walking around such a nice house. But freshening up my hair, breath, and face could only do so much. As for Koshi, he still looked as beautiful as ever in the mornings.

I make myself comfortable in the same chair I'd say in the previous night, waiting for Koshi and Isao to join me. After they did, I said my thanks, and we began to eat our breakfast.

To my surprise, Isao wasn't half bad at making food. In fact, it was very delicious. Mostly because I hadn't had such a good breakfast meal in what felt like a million years.

"So!" Isao cleared his throat with a gulp of green tea.

"How did you love birds sleep?"

The boy clapped his hands enthusiastically. The nickname made me cringe on the inside, but I simply chuckled lightly and shrugged my shoulders. "Pretty good. You guys have such a lovely home," I comment, replied with a nod from Isao.

"Yeah, yeah. So your band; are you guys popular and all? Sorry, I know that probably isn't what you might want to talk about, but I'm interested in Koshi's new girlfriend," he says, followed by one of Koshi's passive-aggressive throat clearings.

I eye both of them, smiling awkwardly while swallowing my food. "Uhm, it's okay. We're fairly known by a few people at school and some family. Our discography is small since we mostly produce covers or requests we receive from our amount of fans."

It was obvious that Isao was very excited about having a musician in his house. I was only worried that Koshi would grow tired of talking about music. So, I take the wheel of questions and begin my mission to find out more about his family.

"What about you? Are you interested in any sports or art hobbies?" I ask, wiping my hands on one of the small towelettes he gave me earlier.

Isao nods. "Kind of! I like messing around with the drums now and then. But I mostly did a lot of volleyball back in middle school."

I hadn't thought about how old Isao might have been. Curious, I ask, "wait—how old are you? I didn't know you were in high school."

Little did I know that it wasn't something Koshi and Isao weren't up to talk about that subject, for they glanced at each other with surprised looks. "Uh...I should be starting in-person high school after the summer break. Right now, I've been doing homeschooling."

"Oh..that must be nice!" I attempt to lighten the mood a bit. "Are you excited? You get to experience a lot of new and fun things in high school. I'm positive you'll find something you like. Do you plan on going to Karasuno or...?"

"Yeah, I do. I only wish Koshi could have been a second year so we could be closer together!"

The mentioned man coughs while drinking his tea, wiping it soon after. "Uhm, don't worry. I have a couple of people who'll be looking out for you." I assumed he was talking about the volleyball team. Isao would no doubt fit in with those guys.

"You said that you're going to the states after graduation. Is that true?" The sudden question makes both Koshi and me choke on our rice. The only time that I would ever discuss the matter was with my friends. I was always afraid that talking about it in front of him would cause problems between us.

Noticing I grew uncomfortable, Koshi interrupts with yet another question. "Would you like to come with me to Y/n's concert? It's not much of a concert...more of a competition for bands. But if it's okay with her, I could take you with me. I know we'd both love to see her perform live, right?"

Isao practically jumps at the statement. "Wow—really?! Of course! Can we go, Ms. L/n?" He looks at me with big puppy eyes in excitement. How could I have said no?

Proud, I nod to the boy. "Sure thing. But you've gotta be careful in the crowds. There will be lots of people there."

The rest of breakfast was used as a way for Isao and I to get to know each other. Though they came from the same mother and father, Koshi and he were two very different people. It could have been that they got different types of acknowledgment from their parents, or they coped with their mother in different ways. He sure seemed like a rowdy boy. Very charismatic, curious, and a top-notch smart ass.

Koshi and I helped tidy up the kitchen, he notified us he would be going over to a friend's house. I was only to assume that this friend was like family to him, for Koshi dismissed him as if it were nothing. After that, we decided to begin getting ready for the training camp.

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A/n: If you come across messages from the guys that sound cringe it's only because I'm trying to make them sound realistic aka what they would actually text like😭

Crow crew

Daichi

Hope everyone is heading to the gym soon

Let's try not to give Takeda a hard time this weekend. He's been treating us very kindly these past few weeks.

Tanaka

Yeah man he got us a really cool new manager

haha thanks

Asahi

Who's ####

Tanaka

I just said

Really cool new manager

Aka Sugas gf

Koshi

Istg

Noya

R u serious my brother😕

So you just take every girl you see now

Asahi

Suga didn't tell me that:0

Koshi

The way we haven't even been together for 24 hours and you somehow managed to figure it out

Tanaka

WAIT IT IS TRUE-

Daichi

This is literally supposed to be a group

chat meant for volleyball only

Leave Koshi's personal life alone and mind your own business guys

Noya

Don't be so uptight 🗣

Y/n I thought you liked me 💔

What about all that stuff you told me under the cherry blossom tree

Daichi

Noya oh my god

Asahi

Wow, this escalated!!

Daichi

Where are you guys, heading to the school hopefully?

Koshi

Y/n and I just left the house

Is Kiyoko there yet guys

Kiyoko

Almost :))

Meet me in the girl's locker room

Noya

HOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT

Tanaka

WH

What lmao

Tanaka

YOU SUMMONED HER

Noya

YEAH SHOW US YOUR WAYS DARK LORD

Bc I'm god( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Ennoshita

Hey everyone

At the gym👌🏻

Yamaguchi

Good afternoon!!🌞

THE EMOJI WXBISJS

Yamaguchi

SHSHSHS

Tsukishima

it's gay

Noya

You're gay

Tsukishima

Wtf lmao no I'm not shut up

Tanaka

You've triggered something

Daichi

Stop it guys

Hinata

OMG I WOKE UP LATE

Koshi

Uhh

Try to get to the gym fast

Asahi

Hey you shouldn't text and drive

Tanaka

Especially when you got your girl in the passenger seat🤨

Koshi

Don't worry guys it's me

[image of you and Koshi in the car]

Kageyama

who's dirivng

Yamaguchi

Driving* and Koshi is obviously driving in the picture🙄

Kageyama

Im talk shout the training camp

Daichi

Takeda, he's taking his van like always

Hinata

CAN WE BRING SNACKS PLEASE???

Daichi

Yes but not to eat in the car bc I don't wanna cause Takeda any issues with having to clean it

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That's fine with me!! Hinata can bring snacks( ◠‿◠ )

Is that Takeda Senseis number

Tanaka

Yes

Koshi

Pls try not to make a big deal of Y/n and I

Noya

Why wouldn't we💀

it's not even that huge + I'm sure you guys don't care that much

Tsukishima

Yeah I don't

Tanaka

Cmon noya that's one of kiyokos best friends we can't be mean😥

Noya

SHEEESH alr see you guys soon

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- K. S. Perspective

"...are you telling me that she's coming with us?" I look at Daichi with a very serious face, afraid of what he would respond with.

I thought it was flattering that Eclair wanted to spend her afternoons at volleyball practice with the team. But was it appropriate to have her come with us to the weekend training camp?

Daichi sighed. "Well, she did ask Takeda and I beforehand and we didn't have it in us to tell her no. Besides, she is a big help to us. She's been doing a lot more than talk to the second years as of recently. Don't you think you're worrying too much about it? I'm sure she won't make a move on you again, especially now that you've got a girlfriend."

"She doesn't know that, dammit." I cross my arms and sink into my seat. I knew that she wouldn't take the news lightly when she found out. If I were lucky, she would last her entire stay in Japan without knowing.

He sighs again, adjusting himself in the seat. "Koushi, just fall asleep. We'll be there in only an hour."

It didn't hurt me that Daichi didn't want to talk about Eclair. She was draining, after all. I prayed that she wouldn't be causing issues during this weekend. The last thing I needed was another inconvenience.

Instead of sitting with Kiyoko the way she usually did, she had to sit alone. Eclair insisted she take her spot next to Kiyoko, but Y/n didn't want to make a big deal of it.

As the bus began driving off into the evening, I look over to the girl, observing her tired eyes as they wander over the valleys outside. Did she mind being alone? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that I wanted more than anything to sneak over to her seat when no one was looking. To have her head rest nicely on my shoulder.

'Would anyone even notice if I were gone?' I think to myself, checking if my best friend was still awake. Sure enough, he was dozing off against the window, giving me an open spot to sneak up next to her.

Careful not to be noticed by Takeda or any other volleyball members, I crouch over to the seat in front of mine. Y/n looks over in a flash, taking both her earphones out. "Kou, what are you doing? Are you allowed to sit next to me?" She whispers to me before the two of us lock eyes.

"I have no clue, but you look tired," I say to her as she closes her eyes and smiles gently. The orange-colored sunlight showered down on her beautiful features, making my heart melt right there in the moment. Desperate to feel her, I bump her head with my shoulder, offering her a personal pillow. She happily accepts and fits right between my left collar bone, making me beam with joy. I pay close attention to her small flinch when I began to ever so gently squeeze her thigh lovingly. Dear Y/n was finally all mine and no one else's, finally. Of course, I knew she belonged to herself and had personal boundaries that I wouldn't dare cross. She was an independent and reluctant girl after all. But my girl. One I would love forever and ever.

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Yes I still added fluff at the end what abt it😾

Ily pls note and comment I read every single comment you guys give me and it makes me seriously so happy

- estrxlar

[borathae]

~Chapter 26~ I just want to say I LOVED this chapter so much. Them making up and all the fluff 😚👌💕 My heart really needed that. Also how you describe Namjoon in your story is exactly how i think he is in real life. Like always having some really well worded advice that sounds so well thought out but he didn't even have to think about it that hard, it just comes naturally to him. Where does one find a Namjoon? And the tea part? Excuse me? That was a whole movie moment. 😭 Eternity biiitch 😭 I had literally so many song options for this chapter but at some point I had to stop myself lol

🖤 My Everything - Ariana Grande

In this chapter or rather in the time between this & the last chapter oc accepts that she wants jungkook back in her life and said let's work on what we have bc it's far too powerful & special to just dismiss it because someone made a mistake which can be worked out. I think she always knew this but now she accepted it. "I've cried enough tears to see my own reflection in them and then it was clear, I can't deny I really miss it." I think oc realised this especially once jk revealed he needs time to think and that's when it hit oc that he might not come back and that she actually can't live without him. "To think that I was wrong, I guess you don't know what you got 'til it's gone. Pain is just a consequence of love. I'm saying sorry for the sake of us. He wasn't my everything 'til we were nothing. And it's taken me a lot to say. And now that he's gone, my heart is missing something so it's time to push my pride away 'cause you are, you are, you are my everything."

🖤 It's Gotta Be You - Isaiah Firebrace

I actually think this song represents both their povs. "I hear a million voices in my head telling me the things I should have said. I don't know why I let you go, oh I learned the hard way. Tell me it's not too late. Now my arms are open wide, they're hanging forever there, waiting forever, for you. I won't give up on you this time cause I ain't holding up, for nobody else. It's gotta be you."

🖤 Blind (Acoustic) - PRETTYMUCH

I can just see jungkookie laying alone in a motel bed pretending this is seriously over, crying himself to sleep and when he closes his eyes all he sees is oc. "I lose my mind before I see you and I separated, no I'm so scared to lose you, never choosing to let go. Love's so fragile, anything could happen, and we know. Hearts made of glass, but somehow we last. Yeah we made it, no I would rather be without vision 'fore I ever watch you leave. [...] I'd be better off blind. [...] When I close my eyes all I think about is you."

🖤 Here To Stay - Josh Devine

Jungkookie is here to stay 😭 "My heart on the line, so you'll never doubt the mountains I'd climb for us now. It's all about us now. I fooled my heart, let it break. I know this time we won't fade cause all my love's here to stay. [...] Through the dark fight our way. I know this time I can change. [...] I'm giving up everything for this, we'll figure it out I promise."

🖤 Call You Mine - The Chainsmokers & Bebe Reha

I'm sorry but that's literally their story if you replace bar with diner. "When we thought that we couldn't get higher things started looking down. I look at you and you look at me like nothing but strangers now. Two kids with their hearts on fire, don't let it burn us out. Think about what you believe in now, am I someone you cannot live without? 'Cause I know I don't wanna live without you, yeah come on, let's turn this all around. Bring it all back to that bar downtown when you wouldn't let me walk out on you, yeah. You said, 'Hey, what you doing for the rest of your life?' and I said, 'I don't even know what I'm doing tonight'. Went from one conversation to your lips on mine and you said, 'I never regretted the day that I called you mine'."

🖤 Fire Meet Gasoline - Sia

This is what I imagine playing when oc just can't take it anymore and literally throws herself at jk and they hug so tight he can't breathe 😭💖 "I ache for love, ache for us, why don't you come, don't you come a little closer. So come on now, strike the match, strike the match now. We're a perfect match, perfect somehow, we were meant for one another, come a little closer. Flame you came from me, fire meet gasoline. [...] I'm burning alive. I can barely breathe, when you're here loving me." Also "I got all I need, when you came after me"

🖤 Can't Help Falling in Love - Haley Reinhart / Kina Grannis

Those are two separate covers but I just can't decide between them. You know just the whole 'so you really want me to stay?' 'yes we complete each other' vibe. "Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can't help falling in love with you? Like a river flows surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be. Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you."

🖤 Best Years - 5 Seconds of Summer

This relates to the last chapter where jk realised he wants to build a life with oc. And this just sounds exactly like something he would say to her when they're sitting together on the couch 😢 "You've got a million reasons to hesitate but darling, the future's better than yesterday. [...] Gave you a million reasons to walk away. But I'll build a house out of the mess and all the broken pieces. I'll make up for all of your tears. I'll give you the best years. [...] I promise, darling, you won't regret the best years."

🖤 Black And White - Niall Horan

Same as the previous song and also this is literally their story. "That first night we were standing at your door fumbling for your keys, then I kissed you, ask me if I want to come inside 'cause we didn't want to end the night. [...] Yeah, I see us in black and white, crystal clear on a star lit night in all your gorgeous colors. I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life. See you standing in your dress, swear in front of all our friends there'll never be another. I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life. Now, we're sitting here in your living room telling stories while we share a drink or two. And there's a vision I've been holding in my mind, we're 65 and you ask 'When did I first know?' I always knew."

Okay, okay so I gotta go on and hurry up with replying to your messages fjsdfjas. Excuse my lazy ass, but I really want to take my time with your messages and saDLY online classes didn’t let me until now 😔🤧

Honestly I totally agree with you, this is highkey how I imagine Namjoon to be in real life as well. Also no joke, working on Namjoon was always so much. I really loved his parts in the story. They were so healing for me to write hahfhads 💜 

Also I am literally so happy that you enjoyed Chapter 26 so much, it is one of my favourite chapters from the story as well. It is just so healing and cute. Like that part when Kook makes her all laugh and Namjoon is all like “damn that bitch laughs really weirdly” but Kook is all like heart eyes for her. do yOU HEAR ME CRYING IN MY ROOM?? 😔😭💜

Imma put the rest under “read more” because your bitch has a lot to say hahHAH

My Everything - Ariana Grande

Your description just hIT me like a truck. HAHAHHA BYE I am laughing in pain 😭😭 Oh god I don’t even know what to add because you described it just so perfectly well 😭😭 I caN’t here I am cryIng at the first song you recommended 😔

It’s Gotta Be You - Isaiah Firebrace

Okay lis t EN I am :( I will literally start sobbing right here and now 😭 like omfg that part when he is all like “When you walked away my heart tried to replace ya with someone like you, but I could never find it. I don't want to find it.” if that isn’t the reader trying to move on with Hoseok but realising just how much she needs Kook. But also at same time it’s Kook all trying to pretend that they have broken up, but ending up crying every night because he misses her so much. I will now cry 😭😭

Blind (Acoustic) - PRETTYMUCH

Okay you just changed my mind, this is IT. This is most definitely Kook being all sad and heartbroken in his motel room. Nooo lisTEN I AM FAR TOO EMOTIONAL I AM SOBBING :( Okay but also this part, listen this part: “I'm so scared to lose you, never choosing to let go [...] When I close my eyes all I think about is you. This is real love.” if that isnt them being all like “I’ll never let go again” later when they are cuddling in bed :( 

Here To Stay - Josh Devine

Okay... why are those lyrics literally so damn accurate?? Help I am scared? They are literally so accurate hgnfgnan bYE 😭😭😭 also omfg I didn’t know this song and I freaking love their voices. They just HIT right 😭 I can’t jajsdj like every song you’ve recommended as of now made me cry (in a good way) 😭 like just that part “We'll figure it out I promise cause all my love's here to stay.“ I will throw myself away 😭

Call You Mine - The Chainsmokers feat. Bebe Rexa

listen anonie I wanna smooch you. I do not know how you always manage to find songs that just F I T so right, I am comBUSTING 😭😭 gosh this is giving me such hardcore memories of how it felt like to start writing this story (lil fun fact for you guys, exactly one year ago I started working on the Cocktail Trilogy 😔) I can’t this would fit so well to a lil flashback, showing all the amazing times they had together. Like them just driving down the coast, the reader has her arms around his waist while Kook is sneaking a glance her way and smiles. Like just imagine 😭

Fire Meet Gasoline - Sia 

Omg the moment you described 😭 this is it. I can imagine it so clearly. How Kooks eyes widen in surprise at first before they flutter closed. How he nuzzles his face into her shoulder and twists her sweater in his fingers so she would never leave again. How she is squeezing her eyes shut and twisting his hair to press him even closer. Now that they are finally together again it feels so right. The world could burst into flames all around them and yet they wouldn’t let go. Nothing matters for them except the other person. 

And now I made myself sOB again  😔😭

Can’t Help Falling in Love - Hayley Reinhart / Kina Grannis

OKAY LISTEN NO JOKE I LISTENED TO THE KINA GRANNIS COVER WHILST WORKING ON THAT CHAPTER! I love that song so much and holy shit the lines you chOSE YES!! 😭😭 this is song is them 100%, I don’t make the rules and I thank you for recommending it 😭😭

Best Years - 5 Seconds of Summer 

Anonie you are out to make me cry 😭😭 (first of all I love 5sos so much) HOLY SHIT LISTEN THIS IS TOO MUCH 😭😭 I can’t, I literally can’t. This just broke me HHAHSH 😭😭 like if that song isn’t the moment when he is all like “you won’t regret it I promise. I’ll make you so happy.” liKE HOLY FUCK MY HEART IS ACHING 😭😭 anonie seriously thANk YOU, you don’t even want to know how often I have listened to this song whilst working on Purple Rain. Good god, this just awoke so many memories 😭

Black and White - Niall Horan

ANOTHER SONG I CONSTANTLY LISTENED TO WHILST WORKING ON PURPLE RAIN 😔 anonie I can’t believe that three songs of my “writing songs” also made you think of Purple Rain. Fuck I can’t, I’m currently listening to it and I am sobbing HAHAHH 😭 like okAY listen, do you want to know which scene I always think about when I listen to that song? The one day when Kook took her to a junkyard and then when they later drove up a mountain to watch the city. And it’s that moment when they are both just like screaming on top of their lungs and then end up falling into each others arms because they are just so goddamn fucking alive when they are together 😔

Honestly anonie thank you. This playlist was such an emotional rollercoaster to listen to (in a good way). Holy shit it awoke so many memories and fuck, you just get me and my story 😔 thank you anonie, I really fucking love you 😔💜