#shorty redden

[expirisims]

Welcome to Earth Billy Bob

Jasmine will be pregnant for the full 9 sim months, but Shorty's alien pregnancy is nearing its end so I managed to find enough money to reno and add one more small crib. I had to steal room from their kitchen/living area to fit the new tiny bathroom. And there are still only two cribs so hopefully the kids aren't all on the same sleep schedule. Shorty's just going to have to step up and sleep in shifts so someone will always be up to take care of the kids. They're going to have 3 under 5! Boy, am I glad I won't be around for that!

Lawerence seems to be doing well! This is great, he's still in high school!

Jasmine on the other hand...Geeze! When is she going to catch ANY kind of a break!? It's (thank goodness) my LAST day with this household so all I can do is leave them heading in the best direction I can without too much interference and hope they take the lead I left them!

Ooop! Shorty went into labor and left his job at the hospital to go home and give birth...logical...Side note, he is SO NOT impressed. Ha! I'm glad you're unhappy sir! Jasmine will love little Billy Bob like her own, so there!

He wasted no time taking the newborn to the Family Center and then dropping him off on the floor so he could go off and get "juiced".

And then attempt to ice skate...seems safe.

Jasmine! Stealing from work again!!??

Side note...why is there an old wagon wheel in the hospital?? LOL!

Oh boy, I guess these two aren't going to be breaking up any time soon...Maybe having gone through pregnancy will give Shorty a new perspective and some more respect for Jasmine.

One last picture of Brooks before I peace out for this round. Of all the crazy I've had in this playthrough, this household is by far the most dysfunctional. Only time will show if they get their stuff all figured out.

[moon1833]

Arrogance

Warning: smut, female reader, enemies to friends to lovers kinda, hate-fucking, semi-public sex, reader is wearing a skirt, Tsukishima is a bottom and I will die on this hill, female reader, College!Tsukishima

He was mean. Agonizingly rude and arrogant. And to you, you saw that as a competition. You wouldn't call yourself mean, but you defiantly didn't let any of his bullshit slide. You made that abundantly clear at your first meeting. You had know of the blonde boy in your class since you started Karasuno College, but luckily avoided him up until the end of your first year.

"Watch where you're going, shorty. Some of the grownups need to get through." He smirked, barely looking at you as he knocked into you.

He half expected to hear a remark from your pretty mouth, or maybe you'd just roll your eyes and walk away. What he didn't expect, was for you to grab his bicep and shove him into the wall with most of your strength. You weren't trying to hurt him, but you knew it would take a lot to move the third year middle blocker. You were in a bitter mood.

"I'd watch your mouth if I were you." You watch him stumble back slightly, eyes wide with shock. His lips part to speak, but you don't wait for him to respond, turning towards your next class.

Tsukishima had never been spoken to like that by a complete stranger. He supposed it was warranted, he wasn't oblivious to how rude he was to others. He just didn't think he'd be able to invoke that reaction from you of all people.

From then on, he made sure to glare at you whenever he got the chance, which happened to be often since you were now in the same class. Tsukishima made it his mission to pester you, and every single time, you put him in his place.

It started an odd relationship between the two of you. Neither of you would call each other friends, but you'd both be lying if you said you didn't seek out the other one, even if it was just to argue.

You sat in class one morning, the seat of the desk uncomfortable as you watched the teacher hand out the graded exams from last week. You didn't need to turn your head to see Tsukishima's eyes narrowed onto you, bouncing his leg with anticipation.

Your teacher places the exam face down on your desk, and you flip it over swiftly, trying not to look too eager. You smirk as your eyes trail to the boy in the row next to you, turning the paper to him so he could read the 100 marked proudly in the right corner of the paper.

You watch his gaze darken, scowling as he turns away from you. You fake coo at his actions, watching his left hand grip the desk until his knuckles turned white.

The teacher handed back Tsukishima's exam last, and you tried to peer at his score to no avail. The teacher dismissed the class soon after, and you found yourself chasing after the blonde, curious to see just how many points you beat him by.

"Don't get shy on me now." You say cockily, standing next to his desk and peering down on him.

He glares back up at you, a tinge of embarrassment obvious due to his reddening ears. Even if this was the only expression you ever saw him give you, it satisfied a part of you.

Neither of you notice the rest of the class leave, as well as the teacher.

"How'd you manage cheat this time?" Tsukishima asks, but even he knows it's a weak cover-up.

"Aw, that was almost a retort." You smile.

"Being around idiots lowers my brain cells." He rolls his eyes, trying to slide his exam into his backpack without you seeing the score.

Quickly, you snatch the paper from him, turning around so he can't grab it. Tsukishima lunges, reaching around you, caging you with his arms and pressing your hips against the side of the desk.

You try to relish in the fact that he got a 96, but you can't when he's pressed against you so closely you can feel his breath on your neck.

Caught by surprise, a small sound escapes from your lips, suddenly very loud in the empty room.

Tsukishima stops, unsure if he really just heard the small moan you made or if he was starting to confuse his daydreams with real life. But, one of his hands holding yours behind your back as the other grasped the paper on the desk in front of you was very, very real.

"Oh?" Tsukishima questions, his grip on your wrists tightening slightly.

When you don't make any efforts to move away, Tsukishima peers his head down by your ear, his lips grazing your skin as he whispers.

"Don't tell me you like this, y/n."

You snap back, pushing him off of you and turning around. You put your hands on his chest, shoving him back while keeping your fists tight around the material of his shirt.

His glasses are crooked slightly, and he stares at you with a hunger in his eyes. And then it hits you.

"Don't tell me you like it when I put you in your place, Tsukishima." Your hands reach higher, now gripping his collar.

You watch the blush creep up Tsukishima's neck, grinning. You're barely inches away, and he takes a step back in an attempt to catch his breath. His legs hit the front of a chair and you're climbing onto his lap before he's even fully sat down.

His hands fly to your waist instantly, steadying you on his thighs. You take his glasses off before trailing your fingers over the curve of his lips, leaning in slowly.

Your lips just graze his, but Tsukishima grasps the back of your head, greedily kissing you. You respond by kissing him back harder, parting your lips and pressing your body even further into him.

You don't miss how he lets out the smallest of whimpers at you grounding your hips against him, feeling him under you. You grin, grinding back and forth to pull more noises from him.

"I'm going to lose control if you keep doing that." Tsukishima admits, sounding short of breath.

"You haven't had an ounce of control since you walked into this classroom." You sneer, kissing down his jaw roughly. "You can stop pretending to fight me."

Tsukishima tilts his head back, hitting the wall softly as he started breathing deeply, feeling as though he could cum from your words alone. It was embarrassing the effect you had on him.

You reach a certain spot on his neck, causing Tsukishima to jerk his. hips up slightly as he sighs.

You wanted to toy with him for as long as you could, but you knew you had limited time. Hurriedly, you tugged at his belt, palming at his dick through his pants.

Tsukishima adjusted himself, unzipping his pants and trailing a hand up your thigh. You lifted your hips up, giving him room as you continued to leave hickies down his collar bone.

His hand was now under your skirt, delicately gripping your waist. The other was rubbing his tip, watching you eye his cock. Wordlessly, you pulled your panties to the side, sinking down on him.

You knew it was going to hurt with no prep and his size, but you didn't want to give him that satisfaction. You eased down on him, bitting your lip as you bottomed out. Tsukishima buried his head into your shoulder, letting out a moan.

You wrapped your fingers around his hair, tugging him back and forcing him to look at you. Your hand trailed to his throat, tightening slightly but not choking him.

"Be quiet." You whisper, looking at him sharply. Tsukishima's looking up at you with half lidded eyes, his mouth parted. He's on the verge of bliss and he's not hiding it anymore.

After sinking down fully, you crossed your arms, shifting your hips to get used to the feeling. He bucks his hips up, desperate for more.

"Pathetic." You say, moving your hips up and down slowly. His long fingers are digging into your hips, and his eyes are pleading with you.

"If you want something you're going to need to ask for it." You tease.

"Please," Tsukishima has lost all dignity, feeling so pussydrunk he thinks he'd kill to be inside you for a minute more. "need you to use me."

You grab his jaw, peppering kisses on his cheek as you speed your hips up, whispering encouragement in his ear.

Tsukishima let all control slip away from him as his orgasm built, holding you closer by the small of your back. His big hands wrapped around your waist and you let him attempt to muffle his sounds in the crook of your neck.

He was trying his best to hold off his orgasm, but between your tits nearly bouncing out of your shirt and the degrading words slipping from your kiss-bitten mouth, he didn't last very long.

A few minutes later you were viciously riding out his orgasm, but pink in the face and suddenly hit with the realization of what you just did.

Panic hit you momentarily, until Tsukishima kissed the top of your head, mumbling a “I’m never going to win an argument against you ever again.”

“No, I don’t think so.” You say. “Unless you want to end up like this again.”

“I wasn’t going to stop either way, but I appreciate the encouragement.”

[twola]

Really enjoying these requests so I thought I’d throw one in! Could you do something with a sub Arthur? Like whiny, begging arthur? Thank you:)

Oh, why yes, our boah as a sub? It would be my pleasure.

Here’s a shorty for you!

The Fine Art of Knot Tying

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

In which Arthur regrets teaching you how to tie a double overhand knot.

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“Y’know,” He grits hoarsely, “I didn’t teach you so you could do this.”

You laugh, your finger tracing along his bearded jaw, mussing the short hair there as he tries to pull his face away from your hand.

“How am I supposed to be able to do it without practice?” You raise your eyebrows at the last word, your tone dripping with insinuation.

“Maybe you should find somethin’ else to practice on.” He scowls, narrowing his eyes as your hand moves to run through his hair, honey blonde and nearly touching his neck. 

“Hush, you won’t be complaining when I’m done with you.” You pull sharply at the hair at the nape of his neck, and he sucks in a breath as his head jerks backward.

You trace your hands down his neck, across his shoulders, and up his broad and muscled arms, his tendons taut as you reach his wrists, hopelessly tied and bound above his head to the tree trunk he���s reclined against. You cannot keep the smirk from your face as you lean over him, tracing back down his arms to his neck, finally placing one finger beneath his chin to tip his face upward.

You stoop closer to him, and he closes his eyes as his tongue darts out to wet his lips quickly. Only inches away from his face, you snicker when he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, only to be just out of reach. His eyes shoot open and a frustrated whine escapes his mouth as he tries to chase you back, but he is unable to as you pull away due to the bindings.

“C’mon now, don’t be cruel, missy,” He rumbles, scowling again as you run your hands down his chest, down his abdomen.

“Cruel? Why, Arthur, that’s not kind of you.” Your hand hovers above the waistline of his pants, pausing for a moment before your fingers move to start unfastening his suspenders. 

“Darl- what-” He pants, realizing what it is that you’re doing when both of his suspenders hang limply on his chest. His cock also realizes what you’re doing as your hands move to the buttons of his trousers, slowly unfastening them and pulling his shirttails up, exposing his lower abdomen and hips.

You look at him, a devious glint in your eyes as your finger lightly traces the trail of dark, wiry hair from his navel to where it begins to curl, just below where his pants lie.

“Please,”  He grits out, his hips straining upward as you trace circles against his exposed hip.

“Please what, Arthur?” You muse, tracing your fingers along his rapidly hardening length through the denim that separates your skin from his.

He groans as you peel away the fabric of his pants, exposing his pelvis to the cool air, his cock springing upward when it is finally free of its bindings. 

“Please, darlin’, please touch me,” He whines, sucking in a loud breath as your hand traces along his length, the hard, reddened inches of him hard as steel and starting to weep at the tip.

“Like this?” You wrap your fingers around his length firmly, and stroke up and down painfully slowly. Beneath your grip, you can feel the pumping blood along the prominent vein that traverses his length.

Arthur moans, needy and low, watching your hand move over his length, the head disappearing between your fingers as you glide upward.

“What do you want?” You ask in a sickeningly sweet voice, slowing your strokes to an agonizingly slow clip.

“Any- anythin’, just please, please-”  He throws his head back against the tree trunk, his hips jerking upward as he tries to find some relief against your hand.

“Arthur. Come on. You gotta tell me what you want, my love.” You smile as you fully lean over him, pressing your lips against his neck, and he groans again as you squeeze him.

A slick pump of his cock makes him whine out loud.

“Just - fuck, just let me come, please, sweetheart-” He is cut off as you pump his cock again, speeding up as your grip twists slightly on the downstroke.

“Mm, alright, alright. Keep making those noises for me and we have a deal.” You whisper, teeth moving to nibble on the lobe of his ear and he shivers as your hand picks up the pace. Arthur groans as you settle in to sit next to him, panting like some crazed animal, mouth hanging open and pupils blown wide.

Your other hand dives into his union suit, cupping his full and heavy testicles, squeezing gently in time with your strokes, and his hips buck upward uncontrollably. His breathing devolves into hoarse pants as he watches your small hand work him. Arthur strains against the ropes above his head, cursing as the knots you’ve tied are strong - of course they are, he taught you how to tie ‘em.

You lean against his shoulder, hands working him, fully enjoying how you are making this mountain of a man gasp and whine and squirm. Maybe you should do this more often. The seam of your bloomers is damp as you squeeze your thighs together, but as Arthur turns his head toward you and you look up at him, you’re fine with getting your pleasure later. You’re sure, after he recovers from this one, he’ll return the favor.

His eyes flutter shut as he grits his teeth, bucking upward hard, pulling on the rope again in some vain attempt to free himself.

“I’m gonna - fuck - darlin, ngh-” He whines out, grunting as you speed up your stroking and squeeze at him.

“Come for me, Arthur.” You mewl in a low tone, and with the permission you’ve given, he’s gone.

You slide your hand upward, over the head of his cock, and your palm closes around it as he explodes, his spend coating your skin as you gently squeeze his emptying testicles.

He’s panting, whining, grunting, mouth open, and pupils blown as you work him through his orgasm, leaving him a shaking, spent mess by the time his cock ceases its twitching. 

You reach into the pocket of your skirt and pull out a handkerchief, wiping your hand of his milky spend before you move to clean him off - he hisses at the sensitivity of his still-hard cock, and you chuckle to yourself as you lean in over him to catch his lips in a kiss, which he heartily returns, sitting up from his reclined position as much as his bindings would allow. 

You pull back, smiling, as your hand leaves him. Sitting up on your knees, you lean up to start untying the knots binding his wrists above his head, “These held well, you’re a good teacher, cowboy.”

He grins, in a dopey, satiated way, up at you.

“I have a few more lessons for ya - you know there’s dozens o’ kinds of knots, right?”

[bigsunflowergang]

Good plan, wrong people (E1610)

*all my posts are x black! reader*

summary: miles wants his girlfriend to meet his friend… but it doesn’t go well at all

Miles wasn’t stupid. Far from it quite frankly. But as he sat and watched everything unfold that night, he couldn’t help but think.

“i’m so fucking stupid” he sighed, facepalming himself before trying to stop the fight.

But let’s start from earlier.

“I just think you two should meet, it'll be cool to hang out with my girlfriend and one of my close friends together" Miles shrugged, looking at [name] with hope in his eyes.

"fine Miles. ill meet your friend" she chuckled, watching as Miles's eyes gleamed.

"great! she should be here soon" he smiled, making her raise an eyebrow.

"hmm, okay. lemme go get my phone" she said, making Miles nod as he turned the TV back up.

[name] went into Miles's room, humming before coming to a complete stop.

who in the fuck is this? she asked herself in her head.

"um, hey... are you Miles's friend?"

the girl in front of her nodded, not paying much mind to her.

"cool.. I'm [name], Miles's girlfriend" she smiled, trying to play nice for her boyfriend's sake.

silence.

"mm.. aight. MILES YOUR FRIEND HERE" [name] said after realizing she wasn't gonna get anything out of the girl.

Miles appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide.

"hu- oh hey Gwen" he said, nervously as his eyes shifted between Gwen and [name].

"uh this is-"

"I already told her who I was," she started, before turning to Gwen. "Just got a bunch of crickets when I did though," she mumbled, eyeing Gwen up and down before looking back at Miles.

"you changed your room around? it wasn't like this the last time I was here" Gwen said to Miles, ignoring the slight glare she was getting.

"the last time you was here-?" [name] voiced, now shifting her gaze to Miles who swallowed thickly.

"let's-let's go to the roof. mami might be home soon" he mumbled.

[name] chuckled dryly, walking out the door and up to the roof.

"mi amor!" miles called, making her turn around and wait for him to catch up.

"what?"

"just let me explain-"

"explain what?" she asked, making him shut up.

she turned back around, opening the door to the roof.

she walked to the railing, picking up the noise of 2 pairs of feet following her.

she leaned on it, looking out into the city as Miles and Gwen approached.

"remember when we sat on the Empire State Building and watched the sunset?" Gwen asked Miles, making [name]'s head snap over to them.

Miles's eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed at Gwen.

"uh- I- um.. yeah?" he said, more like a question than an answer.

she smiled at him as he made eye contact with [name].

he could see she was on the verge of blanking, so he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"im trying for you, Miles. I really am. but now im finding out you're a sneaky ass nigga and Ian too much going for it" she said bluntly, pushing his arm from around her.

"is he sneaky or do you just not pay attention-"

"bitch Ian ask you. you ain't wanna talk the whole time you been here, don't start now" [name] interrupted, making Gwen scoff.

3

"ma, chill" Miles sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

2

"shut up, Miles"

"you're talking to him like that?" Gwen asked, scrunching her face up.

"why you worried bout how I'm talking to my boyfriend?" [name] asked, leaning up off the rail.

"talking like that, maybe you don't need a boyfriend"

1

SMACK!

Miles stood totally frozen as Gwen's cheek reddened from the impact of the backhand.

"ion know where you from, shorty, but we don't take rudeness too lightly over here" [name] said, glaring at her.

Gwen stood totally in shock before attempting to punch her.

damn, how tragic.

[name] weaved before throwing a 2 piece, hitting Gwen in her nose and her other cheek.

and it just went up from there.

Gwen wailing "get off of me! Miles! get her off of me!"

Miles panicking, trying to figure out a way to get [name] off of Gwen.

[name] relentlessly punching the shit out of Gwen yelling, "talk shit now bitch! talk shit now!"

“i’m so fucking stupid” Miles sighed, facepalming himself before trying to stop the fight.

he tried to just grab [name], which ended with him getting hit in the chest on accident.

he finally came to his senses, webbed her before pulling her to him and bear hugging her so she couldn't get back to Gwen.

"get the fuck off me Miles! you let her do all that talking and shit now wann-"

"[name! chill!" he huffed, tightening his arms around her.

Gwen got up, tears in her eyes as she held her face.

"go tell your people how they spiderwoman got beat the fuck up!" [name] spat, glaring at Gwen with the most anger.

the only things you could hear then were Gwen walking away and [name]'s heavy breathing.

once Gwen got out of sight, he let her go.

"really? really?" he asked, frustrated.

he really wanted this to work.

"really? you're mad at me when im the one finding out my nigga going behind my back letting bitches in his room and watching sunsets n shit?" she asked, looking at him like he was dumb.

"look, I know, im wrong ma. but I really wanted y'all to get along so Ian have to like..." he trailed off, making her eyebrow raise.

"what? so you gotta keep lying to me? going behind my back?" she asked, sticking her neck out.

he groaned, throwing his head back.

"lo siento, mami. but she was dragging it. she just came in my room like once for a brief time because we had a mission" he defended himself, dragging her to him by her waist.

"you still took her to see the sunset" she said, attempting to move his hands but he only gripped her tighter.

"nothing like that, babe. just having a talk before she went back home" he said, making her hum.

"mhm, I hear you"

he rolled his eyes, playfully.

"you know I wouldn't do you bad, stop tripping" he chuckled, making her smile softly.

~

"she's fucking rude!" [name] began explaining to Miles as they laid in his bed.

"I walked in and I asked her are you miles friend? crickets, but she nodded her head. then I introduced myself, crickets. she aint even acknowledge me" she huffed, making Miles shake his head.

"im sorry, ma" he sighed, rubbing her back up and down as she laid on his chest.

"its okay, baby. im sorry for putting you in that situation on the roof," she sighed. "I really did try, I promise."

"don't worry bout it, its all good" he smiled at her, making her smile and give him a thumbs up.

The end.

{a/n: hey! first post lol! also, I don't use much Spanish for E1610 Miles because he doesn't use much of it in the movies plus it's my sense of contrast with him and E42 Miles (who has more of a Spanish influence from only having his mom). but thanks for reading, hope you all enjoy!}

[wanderlustqueen-writes]

Queen Alice, for the Drunk Drabbles game may I get a number 4 please? Thanks! ✍️

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoë

Warnings: Some swearing and crude language. Overall, SFW.

Word count: 788

This drabble is set shortly after the events of Hypothesis Number Two (you don't have to read the fic to understand this one, but it's definitely more fun if you do :P)

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"I’m too sober for this." 

Moblit Berner mumbled under his breath, letting his head drop, knowing full-well alcohol was off the limits until the end of his workday, which, unfortunately, was hours away. 

He sighed as his fingers continued to make quick work on the paper, not missing a single word that was being spoken in the room. He was starting to regret complying with Erwin’s request of taking the minutes of this private meeting, but, then again, there wasn’t much he could do against a direct order from a senior officer. 

"There is clearly no better use for this money than Titan research. How can you not see that?" Hange was already exasperated, arms gesturing chaotically as if to emphasize the point.

"What do you know about seeing things properly, shitty glasses?"

The sound of Hange’s open palms hitting the small desk that separated both sides of the budget war almost made Moblit jump. He gulped, seeing the Squad Leader's face begin to redden. A quick glance revealed Levi was in a similar state. Even the Captain knew better than to anger Squad Leader Hange, but he'd been walking on thin ice for a couple of hours already, and by the looks of it, they were both at their wits' end. 

"You know what?" Hange said with a forcefully calm voice that made shivers run down Moblit's spine, the palms slid through the wooden surface, bringing the Section Commander’s body towards Levi  "I changed my mind. Please take note of this, Moblit. We really should redirect this extra money to the tea budget. But make sure we order senna. I think a laxative is just what we need to finally get the stick that's stuck up the Captain's ass!"

“Ok, ok, let’s just all calm do-”

"Bite me, four eyes!"

An amused laugh came tumbling from Hange's throat "in your dreams, shorty!"

Moblit's breath hitched in panic as the taunt on the captain’s height settled in his brain. Hange and Levi were now both leaning forward on opposite ends of the small table, staring unblinking into each other’s eyes. There was also a shift in the atmosphere, a heavy charge  Berner couldn’t quite place.

He started to frantically search his mind for ways to stop that madness before they were at each other’s throats. Maybe if he faked a faint? The fourth squad was desperate enough to try that plan, and the only thing that stopped him was a single detail that would have escaped anyone who didn’t have the sharp eyes of an artist. The redness of Levi’s face, which Moblit attributed to anger, was concentrated mostly on his cheeks and had become a lot darker after the biting comment. Was Levi BLUSHING?

The realization started to dawn on him.

OH GOD!

Now the prospect of them fistfighting over the table was looking much, much better than the alternative.

“Tch. Shut up.”

Moblit’s wide-open eyes jumped anxiously from the face of one senior officer to the other, seeking any micro changes in their expressions. Levi’s eyes faltered, dropping to the Section Commander’s mouth for a second before going back up. Oh. Hange, on the other hand, let a tongue peek out, wetting the lips that were now curling in a small grin. Oh no! Oh nonononono, don’t you dare-

“Make me.”

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“So, did you take notes on everything?” Erwin said as soon as Moblit walked past his office’s door, immediately laying down the document that he was reading.

“Yes, si-”

“Give them to me,” the senior officer took the papers from Moblit’s hand eagerly, quickly flipping through the pages, only minding the final section of the report. The fourth squad assistant watched silently as he skimmed through the lines, mouthing the words every once in a while. “A stick up his…”. Erwin’s eyes widened, making his thick eyebrows touch his blonde fringe. “Bite me”. Mouth agape. Then giggles. FUCKING GIGGLES. 

Moblit must have looked very appalled, because when he raised his eyes from the meeting minutes to look at the assistant, Erwin immediately went back to his serious expression, his chuckles transitioning to a fake cough.

“Thank you, Brenner. I knew you’d do a thorough job. Now, I have another favor to ask.”

No, you fucking don’t! 

“Yes, sir?”

“Take notes on their other bickerin- I mean, meetings. Please make sure those are thorough as well. If you could make a separate report on how you’re perceiving their relationship, that would be lovely. Thank you, you’re dismissed.” Erwin finished, going back to inspecting the previous document.

“Yes sir,” Moblit paused, pondering over the order, “on one condition.”

Erwin looked up, curiously.

“The extra money goes to the liquor budget. I’m gonna need it.” 

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Thanks for the request @dont-f-with-moogles 🥰

Send me a number and I'll write a drabble!

[perplexedflower]

Debito Fluff Alphabet - [P]ublic Display of Affection

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: Fluff Alphabet.

P) Public Display of Affection: How upfront he is about the relationship/whether he brags with you or is rather shy in front of others.

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Debito has always been a man of assurance, who never regrets his words or his actions, and who stands by his choices. This is the way his mind works, which he applies to all things in his life, including his relationship with you; and not only is he confident about the couple the two of you form, he's also very proud of it. While he may not go as far as bragging and showing off to other people, he will take great pride in letting everyone know of your relationship, informing all those he meets of how lucky he is to have found you. Where some other women would perceive his behavior as embarrassing and somewhat degrading, thinking Debito is displaying to others the image of a trophy wife, this isn't at all the way you see things: you know he respects you greatly and easily tells people about your relationship because he wants to show to the world how amazing of a partner you are, because he genuinely loves you. As an extrovert and a naturally touchy-feely individual, Debito doesn't mind PDA in the slightest; in fact, it's something he does instinctively, as he never thinks twice before giving you affection, thinking with his heart instead of his brain. This isn't an issue for you, since you appreciate PDA as well: at first, you happened to get a bit shy when he acted in front of others, and depending on the day, place, and people, you sometimes still do, but it has faded a little over time, suspecting his confidence has probably rubbed off on you. But even then, even when you do get blush on your cheeks and ears after having heard Debito praise you in front of other people or even get close to you physically, it is never a bad feeling: it's a form of shyness that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, one that always comforts you as to what he thinks of you, and although you're not fully aware yourself, you do enjoy it.

Mini Scene

"Could you pass me the wine, love?" Debito asked me softly as he leaned against me.

"Oh, of course, darling." I answered with a smile.

I extended my arm slightly and grabbed the bottle of red wine sitting on my end of the table, then handed it over to him.

"Grazie, amore mio." He thanked me as he gently took the bottle from my hand.

As he said those words with a charming smile, he closed the distance between our bodies and approached my neck: delicately, yet sensually, he left a kiss on my skin, just under my chin. I felt my cheeks redden just a little as my smile shortened out of shyness.

"Debito!" Luca suddenly shouted overdramatically while he presented his hand to him.

Debito opened his eye back and turned his head to Luca, but without pulling away from my neck.

"Eh?"

"You can't behave in such a way in the presence of children!"

Luca accompanied his words with a gesture of the hand at Felicità and Nova, the former giggling at the situation while the latter rolled his eyes at all of us.

"I'll behave however I want." Debito said while he straightened his back on his chair.

With that, he placed his right arm around my shoulders and pulled me against him.

"It's my business what I do with Bambina." He continued as he poured himself a glass of wine. "If Milady and Shorty don't want to see, nothing's stopping them from closing their eyes."

I could not help but chuckle, a reaction others around the table shared, then took another bite of my steak.

"Besides, I don't see why I should hide my feelings, just because you're all here." Debito added as he removed his arm from around my shoulders. "It's not like any of you doesn't know about our relationship, you all know we're together, so what's the big deal?"

"It's a matter of manners, Debito." Luca said with a sigh.

"Yeah, well, you know what I think of your manners..."

And along with his words, though unseen by all, I felt Debito's hand rest on my thigh under the table, which only made me smile further.

[klarex]

Well.. yes. I wrote Sodo with a smol and slightly aggressive reader. Is it based on my life? Yes. Do I regret writing it? Absolutely not.

Genre: a little bit of angst and comfort/fluff

Warnings: swearing, teasing and making fun of shorter reader, aggressive reader, crying

Summary: Being a short person and having a crush on Sodo is not easy, especially when he loves teasing you about your height.

Paring: Sodo/Dewdrop Ghoul x short! reader

Dwarf and Gremlin

Pov. (Y/n)

I walked through an empty corridors of the church. I shoved my hands inside pockets of my hoodie and made my way to the ghouls' den.

Colorful leaves falling from trees outside the windows and wind gently whistling. Fall is an amazing season, but of course it was cold here, in the church.

Earlier this day Aether wanted to meet me, because Papa told him that he had something to tell me. I agreed and here I'm in front of the big door leading to ghoul's den.

I took a deep breath and knocked twice, then opened the door. I took a few steps and felt warm wave hit me. I looked into the direction from where the heat was coming from and saw Sodo sitting on a couch. I smiled and blushed at the sight of him.

- Hello Sodo..

I said and walked up behind him. He lifted his head up and looked at me.

- Hey shorty!

He said, laughing and my face turned red with anger. I quickly grabbed a pillow and hit him in the face with it. He didn't expect that and he fell of a couch. He grabbed my wrist firmly and pulled me with him.

I closed my eyes waiting for pain to hit me, but I landed on Sodo's chest, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist and his campfire scent already hit my nose. I opened my eyes slowly and saw his orange eyes that were already looking at me. He opened his mouth to say something, but I punched his shoulder.

- OW!

He hissed and I smirked, pulled myself up so I was sitting on his hips. He froze, looking at me with wide eyes and a slight blush.

I heard someone clearing their throat from behind the couch. I looked up and saw a head looking over me and Sodo. It was Aether. He tilted his head and smiled.

- Leave it for later you two. I still have to talk to you (Y/n).

He said and walked away. I felt my cheeks reddening and quickly stood up to catch up with Aether. I heard a crack from Sodo's throat like he wanted to say something when I ran out of the room.

••

It turns out Aether had to talk about a few things changing in the church, nothing really intresting. I started getting bored and tired after a while.

When he let me go I slowly walked back into the ghouls' main room to get to the exit doors that were only there. My head hung low and I didn't hear footsteps approaching me.

- (Y/n)!!

Sunshine's voice rang through my ears and I felt her hug me tightly, lifting me up a bit. I hugged her back with a tired smile and saw the fire ghoul sitting on a couch behind us. She let me go and looked me in the eyes concerned.

- What's wrong?

She asked and put her hands on my shoulders.

- Just tired..

I said and yawned. She nodded and let go of my shoulders.

- Then you better go to sleep.

She said and chuckled. I nodded and walked to the big door. I pulled the doors, but they didn't budge. I tried again, but nothing happened again. Sunshine and other ghouls are already gone. I sighed and walked to Sodo who was watching TV.

- Sodo..

- What's up, dwarf?

He asked, looking at me with a smirk on his face.

I had enough.

I walked up to him, stomping heavily.

- Listen to me you little shit!!

I barked and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

- Stop calling me that!! You are not even that tall yourself! If you think that's funny calling me short, you are in fucking mistake!!

- I-

He wanted to say something, but I quickly and loudly continued.

- I feel so insecure and I can't do anything about it!! Everyone was laughing at me for my entire lifetime and I couldn't do anything to just stand there and listen to all this awful things they said!! So please just stop!!

I shouted and felt tears streaming down my cheeks. I took my hand off his collar and let my head fall. Sodo looked shocked at me, but didn't say anything. I sobbed quietly and fell down on the floor. I hugged my knees tightly, whispering "stupid" to myself.

Why did I say that?!

You are SOOOO stupid, (Y/n)!!

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up. Through my watery eyes I could see Sodo looking into my eyes with such concern I have never seen before. He slowly opened his arms for me and I immediately jumped into him. I started crying into his shirt as his tail rubbed circles on my back. His warm aura gave me a feeling of comfort and he softly played with my lose hair.

When I calmed down, he pulled me away so I could look into his eyes.

- I'm sorry.. I really am sorry. I- I never knew.. If I knew I would have stopp-

I pressed my lips to his and he gasped. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I yelped in surprise and he chuckled. I placed my fingers into his hair and tugged it softly. He hummed and pulled away.

- How can you be so gentle and aggressive at the same time, love?

He whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. My cheeks felt like they were on fire and I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck. He chuckled again and kissed the top of my head.

- Let's get you to bed, sweetheart..

Sodo muttered and wrapped his tail around my waist and his hands squeezed my thighs. He lifted me up and my legs clasped around his waist and my arms around his neck. He slowly walked with me in his arms to his room. Corridors were silent and I decided to break it.

- I like it..

I mumbled into his neck.

- Like what?

He asked, surprised.

- Being in your arms..

I smiled and looked into his eyes. He paused for a sec and pecked my lips.

••

When we were at his room doors, he opened, closed and locked them behind us. He gently put me on his bed and covered me with his fluffy blanket.

- I will quickly change. Make yourself comfortable, sweetheart.

He said and went to the bathroom. I lay my head down on his pillows and looked around his room.

Guitars on the walls, big desk with a laptop and office things. A few photos of him, ghouls and ghoulettes in frames...

Wait.

Is this..?

I quickly stood up and walked up to his desk where the photo was. I took the frame in my hands and saw an old photo of me and Sodo together with small red hearts around my head and a small text saying: "my love", he had to add himself.

My heart melted at that and felt my eyes getting wet again. Not from sadness this time. No. Happiness.

I heard a door open, but my eyes were still glued to the picture.

- (Y/n)~ I decided that I would give you my shirt since you don't have- Shit..

He said, worried and looked around his room for me. I sniffed and he immediately ran to me.

- Hey, (Y/n)?

He asked and I looked at him, smiling widely. He looked confused, but when he saw a photo I was holding, he immediately blushed dark red.

- I.. heh.. I have no i- idea how it got here..

He suttered and I kissed his nose.

- I love you too, my fire..

I whispered and kissed his lips lovingly. He took a frame from me with his tail and placed it back on his desk. His hands cupped my cheeks and pulled me closer to him as I put my hands on his shoulders.

I pulled away, breathless and laughed. He put his one hand on the back of my neck and pressed his forehead to mine. We closed our eyes, enjoying each other's presence. His warm wrapped around us protectively.

- You are perfect. You are perfect for me, my love.

He murmured and he kissed me again.

☆masterlist☆

[actuallys8n]

idea : from the text thread in-game when beel asks you for more ink cartridges, the answer i chose + his response was just too cute i had to write this

warnings : fluff, gn!reader (no pronouns), friends to lovers sorta

wc : 800 - a shortie

enjoy cuties!

Red, blue, black, green… What color does he even need? You sigh in frustration, the task at hand increasingly more unclear as RAD supplies significantly more options for pen cartridges than you had initially thought. Your eyes glance down at the glowing phone screen in your hand, Beelzebub’s vague text message unchanging and unhelpful.

One of each should be fine, then.

“He’ll never run out of ink, now.” You say to yourself with quiet confidence, eagerly pulling a single pack off each peg and turning towards the register at the front of the store. Certainly going above and beyond his expectations will earn you several kisses from the handsome demon, right? Although Beel has a tendency to be pretty dense, often brushing off your attempts to flirt as platonic affection / general care for a friend– much to your dismay. 

Deciding a more direct approach is necessary, you took a chance and sent the risky text requesting a kiss as repayment. Thankfully your anxiety turned to elation when his response was in agreement with these terms. Finally, finally, finally he’s returning your signals – albeit through the thickness of his skull. 

Though a kiss is still a kiss, one that is surely to lead to a few more… even if not today.

The cashier only raises their eyebrows at your selection of multi-colored cartridges. “Couldn’t decide?”

“Something like that…” You respond with a shy smile, burying your phone in your pocket and pulling out a prepaid school card to finish up your purchase so you can hurry back to the dorms. 

Beel grins wide when a faint knock sounds at his door – it’s either the take-out he just ordered or it’s his favorite human. But judging by the lack of a delivery announcement, and that it’s only been a minute since he clicked ‘Place Order’ on the app, he assumes it’s the latter and quickly rushes to the door to let you in. 

“Y/N, thank you for–” He hesitates, brilliant fuschia eyes dropping to the four packages of ink in your hands. “…w-why are there so many?”

Red, blue, black and green now readily available for all his writing needs. There’s another silent pause as he realizes he probably should have been more specific in his message to you, and the thought makes him chuckle. 

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, his cute laughter like music to your ears, igniting a tingly, warm feeling at the top of your tummy. You can’t help but laugh too, the innocence in your actions slightly embarrassing you to the point of hilarity. At least he thinks it’s funny, and not excessive. Though you doubt the demon of gluttony could ever feel as if anything in his life is truly excessive. 

Beel’s hands are quick to cup your cheeks, the grin on his face unfaltering as he swoops down to peck your lips– pressing into you slow and gentle, lingering only for a second before standing straight again, his own cheeks flushed pink and eyes looking anywhere but at you. It’s instant, but he’s floored. Kissing you feels like breathing, sleeping, eating… It’s natural and easy and he could do it forever. 

You huff, looking right at the floor, arms jutting straight out towards his to hand over your delivery as quickly as possible so you can promptly turn on your heel and run down the hall, back to your room to probably (definitely) scream into your pillow.

That kiss was way more embarrassing than you thought it was going to be, and your feelings for him are quickly beginning to bubble up, boil over and burst out of your seems like they never have before. There’s no way– no way you can hide from him after that.  

Judging by the reddened, incredulous look on Beel’s face, his thoughts are not far off from your own. He knows he likes you, probably more than he should – more than a friend, for certain, but he didn’t think a little kiss on the lips would be that nerve wracking. And why does he wanna do it again?

He scrambles to collect all the packages from your hands, muttering a short “thank you” and desperately searching his empty brain for something else to say before you try to leave. 

“No problem!” You squeak in response, breath caught in your throat, heart pounding and eyes wide and… why do your cheeks feel so hot all of the sudden? 

Beel clears his throat and side steps out of his door frame, making room for you to enter with a gesture of his hand– now tightly gripping on to two of the four ink packs.

“You should come in,” he breathes, blush still painting his cheeks a delightful shade of pink. “I just ordered take-out, w-we could share some if you want.”

:’) my first om! fic… ill post some nsfw stuff again soon. watch out.

master’s list

[sukirichi]

“your hair is really soft” – jjk ver!

ft. itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, ryoumen sukuna, & inumaki toge

ITADORI YUUJI – you’re in the room with Yuuji, who is busy watching the movies gojo-sensei had given him. He holds the cursed corpse in his other side, careful not to let him hit you, while your head lies on his shoulder, eyes drooping close from your long day. Yuuji turns the volume down and brings you closer to him until you’re practically sitting on his lap, his lips making brief contact at the crown of your head while he mumbles sweet nothings, too engrossed in the movie.

You smile at his sweet gesture, gently fisting the front of his jacket while you return the affection, kissing the edges of his jaw softly to not distract him too much. Yuuji’s lips tilt at the soft press of your lips on his warm skin. Soon, your hands rake up to his hair where your nails rake his scalp. Immediately, Yuuji deflates like a balloon as he purrs at the movement, making you chuckle in your sleepy daze.

“Your hair is really soft,” you note, and his eyes practically sparkle. Yuuji was a huge fan of hair gels and hair products, that his desk was filled with different brands all so he could keep his hair perfectly styled – in that somewhat natural, messy appeal. You love it on him and he melts at the fact you’ve noticed his efforts into taking care of himself. Most of all, the feeling of the smooth tendrils running past your fingertips like caressing a field of flowers lulls both you and him to a serene state.

GOJO SATORU – Like Yuuji, Gojo takes his time in styling his hair. You brush your teeth beside Gojo, who scowls as he struggles to keep his hair up the way he likes before he puts on his blindfold. The lanky man groans and adds more product, flattening the strands of his hair between his palms before swooping it up. When it falls down, Gojo whines, leaning forward on the sink counter.

You chuckle to yourself; he could be so dramatic sometimes. Bumping your hip with his, you gesture at him to move, and the big baby pouts before placing his chin on your shoulder as he watches you gargle. “Babe,” he sniffles, arms wrapping around your middle before his nose nuzzles into your skin. You giggle and push him away; the little bastard knew you were ticklish there. “My hair won’t stick up the way I want it to. Now I don’t look so cool anymore. What would my students say? That Gojo-Sensei stopped being attractive?”

That earns him an eye roll and a playful smack to his shoulder. “Ow!” Gojo rubs his shoulder with another pout, although both of you know nothing ever really hurts the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re just fishing for compliments.”

When Gojo hides his smirk behind his palm, you know you’ve hit the nail right on the head. Gojo was probably the most self-assured and overconfident man you’ve ever met – the day he thought lowly of himself and worried about anything concerning him that would ruin his “image” would be the day pigs could fly. Nevertheless, you give in with a sigh, extending your palm towards him.

“Give me the gel. I’ll fix your hair for you.”

“You’re a lifesaver, babe!” Obediently, Gojo crouches down so you could reach his hair, but not before muttering “shorty” under his breath. You tug at his hair harshly than you intended as payback, and Gojo only lets out a loud, fake moan before doubling over.

Your laughter and his bubble and echo through the cramped room, but both of you don’t mind. It’s moments like these you cherish with your whole heart even though it’s not extremely sweet or anything over the top. Dating a jujutsu sorcerer, the strongest one at that, wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns. You worry for him all the time and stay up awake all night, only ever finding peace in your sleep when he comes home safely – which he always does.

Still, you don’t stop worrying for him. It’s only natural, after all, and the way Gojo’s eyes soften as you slightly massage his scalp and style his hair for him lets you know he loves small moments like this too when both of you are completely alone in your own worlds, just enjoying each other’s presence and not having to think about anything else.

“Your hair is really soft,” you muse, unaware of the way Gojo’s closed his eyes as he lets your hand do the magic. When the familiar scent of vanilla and flowers wafts into your senses, you lean down closer to him to sniff his hair, stopping in your movements. “That’s odd. You smell like shampoo, but I haven’t bought that scent in a week.”

“Well, I may or not be the one who emptied it the last time,” he sheepishly chuckles.

“Gojo! That shampoo was really expensive!”

“Yeah, but I wanted to smell like you,” he coos, gently peeling your arms off him so he could hug you. Because of the height difference, you face plant into his bare chest where his skin is still warm from the shower. You keep feigning your irritation, but really, you squish your cheek above his heart, and Gojo’s chest rumbles as he laughs – he knows you can’t resist him. “Sorry about it babe, let’s go grocery shopping tonight when I come home, yeah?”

“You better buy your own shampoo,” you grumble, but Gojo only laughs.

  FUSHIGURO MEGUMI – Megumi is hunched over his desk, eyebrows pinched together while his hands move at an extreme speed. He’s studying while you scroll through memes on your phone, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend. Megumi is studious as ever, and it’s not that you aren’t, but you’re definitely a lot more relaxed than he is. 

You often tease him that you’ve got amazing memory by tapping your forehead whenever he tells you to study with him, which only makes him huff, but in reality, you refuse to study with him because he’s so distracting.

The way he bites his lip when he’s concentrated on something has your stomach erupting with butterflies, and it doesn’t help when his dark blue eyes pierce through the pages like the poor textbook committed a crime he couldn’t forgive.

All in all, Megumi’s beauty tripled tenfold when he was dedicated to something, and it was this fact that had you keeping your distance from him while he studies, because the last thing he needs is to have you jump him when he’s got an exam to prepare for. Unbeknownst to him, you’re angling your phone upwards until his beautiful side profile comes to view – and it’s so unfair his lashes are longer and thicker than yours – and you take a silent snap.

You take a few more pictures with a silent giggle, making sure to set it as your lock screen later. Nothing better than waking up to Megumi’s face every time your alarm went off, but your daydreaming is halted when Megumi drops his pen with a loud sigh.

“I know you’re taking pictures of me,” he side-eyes you with a glare. You squeak before hiding your phone behind you, knowing that it’s not out of the picture for Megumi to steal them and delete his precious photos. It didn’t help he knows your password either (duh, it’s his birthdate) so you take the extra mile by offering him a sickeningly sweet smile, an apology ready to leave your lips when – “If you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just said so. I don’t mind taking a break or something.”

Although he sounds annoyed, the way he avoids your gaze to hide his reddened cheeks and ears say otherwise. Megumi’s back faces you as you wait patiently on his bed. You don’t want to bother him – you really don’t – so you stay put, and Megumi sighs for the hundredth time that night before spinning on his chair, arms stretched out wide open. “Come. Want hugs.”

He keeps his gaze on his lap to swallow the embarrassment of using baby-like words, which was a huge contrast from his quiet and cold persona. You don’t mind though. Deep down, Megumi is like everyone else who wants constant affection, so you leap out of his bed and jump into his arms. Megumi relaxes with your weight on top of him before he squishes his cheeks against your boobs – one of his quirks that you found endearing – a sign that he just wanted to relax for a little while.

Megumi isn’t really that huge on touch, so moments like this where he allows himself to be physically intimate with you has you floating on cloud nine. You hear him sigh between you, and you hide your grin by pushing his hair back to reveal those pretty eyes of his, beckoning him to look you in the eye.

As expected, his cheeks flush a beet red at the intensity of your gaze, but what really catches your attention is how his eyes just brighten even though they’re lined with dark circles. 

This precious boy means everything to you, and you cup his face until your noses are rubbing. “Love you, Gumi,” you whisper, the boy’s breath hitching when your eyelashes flutter against his skin. Megumi tsks, a faux scowl on his face because both of you are painfully aware that he just melts around you.

“Stop teasing me. You know I don’t like that.”

“I’m not teasing you,” you lie, brushing his hair back in a soothing manner to help him relieve the headache he gets when he studies too much. “You know, your hair is really soft. Can I keep doing this?”

Megumi hates it when people touch his hair, so you expect him to say no – and you’ll gladly respect it – but instead, he pushes you closer and murmurs, “Don’t stop doing that.”

You smile so wide you fear your face would break.

  NANAMI KENTO – You’ve always been fascinated with your co-worker. You don’t know what it is about the sharp-faced and stoic Nanami Kento that somehow makes him stand out from the rest. It’s not like he was smarter or better than anyone, although you do admit Nanami overworks most of the time.

It’s kind of pathetic you’ve been crushing on him ever since your first day of work. Maybe it’s because he worked with virtue and wishes to actually be honest instead of just sucking the money out of others. Maybe it’s because seeing him visit a bakery every after work makes him seem softer and a lot more human than his seemingly unapproachable nature. Whatever it was, you can’t explain why you’re so enamoured with the blond, or why you have the audacity to suddenly card your fingers through his hair at his desk that time.

You were told by your boss to give him this folder – quick, easy, and simple. But Nanami has this effect on you that he makes your brain go brr every time you go closer to him. You blame it on the fact both of you are alone at the office right now for OT, but when Nanami freezes under your touch, you realize the grave consequences of your actions.

As if you’ve touched something boiling hot – and he kind of is – you retract your arm and bow so deep you feel a vertebrae popping air. “I’m so sorry!” you begin to blabber, bowing repeatedly to the point your hair has become a mess. You can’t even look him in the eye – what were you thinking?! “I didn’t mean to, it’s just your hair looked really nice and soft and I couldn’t help myself! If you want to tell the higher-ups about this harassment and get me fired, I promise I won’t mind. In fact, I’ll take this to my grave and even offer my firstborn child as an apology—”

“Y/N.”

“because I’ve done something so horrendous and oh my gosh, I was just eating donuts and I probably got crumbs in your pretty hair—”

“Y/N,”

“And that’s really so low of me. Uh, actually, I may or may not have spent last month’s salary to buy my niece a huge ass dollhouse, but I’d gladly schedule a hair appointment for you—” you stop your words when you feel huge, calloused hands squishing your cheeks together until your lips are puckered out like a fish. Nanami stands before you, looking as handsome as ever, and that thought only has you panicking more and withdrawing. “I’m so sorry.”

Nanami sighs, pulling away to give you some space. You try to fight back the whine because not only did you look ridiculous under him, but also because you actually missed his touch.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” he takes the folder from you, pauses, then tilts his head to the side. “You think my hair is soft?”

“Uhm,” you blink rapidly, “Y-yes. Your hair is really pretty too. In fact, everything about you is pretty, like your hands when you type in paperwork but – I’m talking too much aren’t I?” you laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head. “I’m sorry. I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” Nanami doesn’t sound like he believes it.

“Yeah,” you confess, switching your weight from one foot to another. At this point, you’ve given up on asking him out for coffee this weekend because you’re sure he’s labelled you as an idiot now. Not that it’s surprising though; not only does Nanami keep to himself out of social aversion, but you’re also pretty loud and awkward, a huge contrast to someone as well-put as him. “Anyways, uh,” you clear your throat, gesturing to your cubicle. “Now that you’ve got the file, I’m gonna go do my part. See you later, I guess. Or not. You can go home first you want. I’ve got quite a lot on my plate.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Sorry?”

Nanami organizes his desk one last time before following you to your desk. “I’m done with my part and it’s late. It’s not safe for you to walk home alone,” he glances at his watch, “I’ll wait for you until you’re done and walk you back home. That way, I don’t have to worry about your safety tonight,” he plops down on the empty seat next to yours, crossing his arms on his broad chest. “Take all the time you need. Just wake me up when you’re done.”

Just like that, Nanami dozes off, exhausted from a long day of hard work. You, on the other hand, are more energized than ever as you suddenly find a strong wave of motivation you’ve never had before.

Maybe you don’t mess up everything, after all.

  RYOUMEN SUKUNA – He groans when you giggle at him, using your small, dainty hands to brush it through his hair. Sukuna liked to sleep in and it was only seven in the morning, meaning he’s supposed to be still lost in dreamland with thoughts about you and your cute little face. But because you’re an annoying brat who’s an early bird and way too cheerful as a morning person, you’re wide awake when the sun shone through the windows, and you’re gently coaxing him awake by rotating your fingers through his hair.

“Your hair is really soft.”

“Stop that,” he complains, but doesn’t really do anything to push you away. “It’s too early. Go back to bed.”

“But I’m already awake,” you tease, proving your point by taking off his covers and patting his chest. “Come on, let me make you breakfast. Maybe we can go out today and go see a movie, what do you think? It’s my day off so we better make use of it!”

“Exactly, it’s a day off,” he growls the last part, surprising you when his strong hands grip your thigh and drag you beside him. Soon enough, Sukuna has you trapped in his muscular arms until you can’t move anymore. “Let’s just stay the whole day in bed. Plus, I’m the one making breakfast. There’s no way you’re still cooking for me on your day off.”

“But I love cooking for you.”

“I know, but it’s my turn now,” he huffs through your hair. Sukuna’s grip loosens around you a bit to give you room to breathe, but he’s taken aback when you only snuggle closer to him to the point your legs and tangled and your body is warm from his heat. You don’t have to say it out loud to tell him you’ve conceded to his wishes.

As always, Sukuna is right. It feels much better to just let go of time and enjoy this moment. And he smells so good, feels so warm, that you’re unable to stop yourself from burrowing closer onto his body until you’re sure you’re about to start smelling like him later.

Of course, Sukuna likes the thought of that, so he sweeps one arm behind to tug the covers back over your bodies. He kisses your temple, and with a low, husky voice, grumbles, “Let’s go back to sleep, then we’ll do everything you want later, okay? I just want to stay in bed with you a little longer.”

For a guy who was considered heartless and barbaric, he sure turned into putty in your hands.

  INUMAKI TOGE – The platinum haired boy lays on your lap, the wire of headphones dangling beside you both. You’re thankful Inumaki has his eyes closed, because the last thing you want him to see is how embarrassed and giddy you are at that moment.

You and Inumaki have been friends for years, meaning you’ve been hiding your crush on him for a painfully long time. He’s recently made a Spotify playlist with an innocent text of, “I made you a playlist of all the songs that reminds me of you,” which leads you both to your current predicament. It’s a rather lazy weekend and Gojo-sensei isn’t around to bother any of you, so you’re in Inumaki’s room, careful not to bounce your legs out of habit to not give the poor boy a headache.

You snap back to life when Inumaki squeezes your thigh, and you’re met with azure eyes looking back up at you. “Mustard leaf?” he points to your face, which has been previously constricted and heated from his close proximity. It isn’t the first time you and Toge have cuddled, but it’s been too long and you’re standing at the edge of a dangerous cliff with the desire to tell him you like him.

Inumaki must’ve thought you’re uncomfortable with his weight on you because he begins to sit up. “Oh, no, no!” you coax him back down despite his questioning eyes, a wide grin replacing your flustered state to conceal it. “Its’s fine, really. I was just vibing with the songs.”

He hums, not completely believing it, but he doesn’t want to push either. Soon, he settles into your lap again and makes you lose your mind when his breath starts to tickle your kneepads now that he’s facing behind you.

Your heart just about combusts, and before you know it, Inumaki has fallen asleep while the theme of Howl’s Moving Castle plays. Once his breathing regulated into a steady rhythm, you reach out to brush his hair back and lightly add some pressure for better sleep. You know Inumaki lies that, and you smile to yourself when he leans into your touch even in his slumber.

“Your hair is so soft,” you say mostly to yourself, leaning down to kiss his the crown of his head, making Inumaki sigh contentedly. Gosh, you love him so much.

Now isn’t the time but...hopefully, one day you could tell him how you feel. Even if he rejects you, you hope you could still be friends even after that awkward encounter –

You freeze as the next song comes on. I.F.L.Y by Bazzi comes on, and just as you cover your mouth to silence your gasps, you hear the faintest snickers coming from Inumaki before he goes back to “snoring.”

“Toge! Were you awake the whole time?!”

[calxide]

⋆⁺ [ 021 ] soft

warning/s: mentions of having a nightmare (please tell me if there is more) | w/c: 0.5k

“Hey.” Scaramouche gently shook her by her shoulder. A few minutes ago, she was beaming with joy and excitement, optimistic even. But when he got back, he saw her crying in her sleep.

Is she having a nightmare? Did she get tired of all the schoolwork they have to do? Is she overwhelmed with everything? Scaramouche didn‘t know the answer to the multiple questions he had in his mind.

He sighed as he saw no signs of the girl waking up, still drowning in a deep slumber. He gently caressed her hand, trying to soothe her from whatever pain she was feeling at the moment. He may act like a cold person, but he‘s not as heartless as everyone would think.

“Mother, I‘m sorry, please. I‘ll do better next time,” Y/N muttered between her sobs. Scaramouche frowned at what he heard; she must be feeling under tremendous pressure because of her mother‘s expectations of her.

He draws circles at the back of Y/N‘s hand, “Y/N, you‘re doing great. Don‘t let anyone‘s words allow you to lose faith in yourself, hm?” He mumbled softly, not minding whether Y/N could hear his words or not.

Suddenly, her eyes fluttered open, swollen due to her crying in her deep sleep. “Scaramouche?” She met his gentle eyes; it was the first time she had ever seen him look that way.

The gentleness soon faded away as the boy grunted, “What? Falling asleep in the middle of project-making, are you sure you‘re not tired yet?” He raised an eyebrow at her, to which Y/N chuckled.

“Oh, I‘m sorry, shortie. And thank you..?” Scaramouche looked at her as if asking why she was thanking him. She only smiled at him in return.

He frowned, “You heard me?” He received a giggle from the girl, clearing his doubts that the girl did hear him. “Well, that was indeed unexpected. Although, I truly appreciate that.”

Silence befalls the two; it wasn‘t awkward. It was comfortable and peaceful; they were only staring into each other‘s eyes as if they were in a staring contest.

Scaramouche broke the eye contact and gently took his hands off hers. Y/N elicits a giggle, “Were my hands soft?” she joked.

“Your hands were as rough as the ground. Don‘t get cocky, L/N.”

“Oh please, I thought we‘re on a first-name basis?”

“Shut up. Let‘s finish this so you- we can take a break.”

Y/N smiled, seeing how Scaramouche‘s face flushed slightly. It was a bit rare of him to be nice, but they only met a few months ago. There‘s probably more to his icy cold front; he might have a soft spot as any other people do.

“You‘re cute,” Y/N teased, gently poking his cheeks. Soft.

Scaramouche‘s face reddened even more, “What did you say?”

“I said you‘re cute. Do I need to repeat it?”

“No, shut up already.” She giggled, knowing how flustered Scaramouche might be already on the inside. “Okay, sorry. Let‘s finish this and get some food. I‘ll pay today.”

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⋆⁺ synopsis — Scaramouche, the person who tripped you on purpose just to see your despair expression on your face, hates how you always appear so happy in front of other people. He hated the fact that you find life enjoyable, unlike him. You, of course, hated him back. You don't understand why he goes to the extent to see your face crinkle in pure dismay. But what if you realize that the person who always laughs at your misery isn't so insufferable after you get to know him?

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[expirisims]

On a Hot Summer's Day

It's been a few days since I've filled my queue, but I have a minute between Halloween and multiple children's birthday parties, so I'll do my best!

Brooks, like a good boy, is up bright and early to deliver the newspaper...along with a couple of notifications! Yay!! Another wedding in the works! Unfortunately, I suspect I won't be on rotation for it, but don't worry, as with Redwood Harbor, I plan to take some posed pictures for an album!

Jasmine was up before Shorty of course so she had a little fun before taking care of Ephraim. It's a weekend so everyone is home...well, off of work.

I guess Story Progression didn't take my que when naming the Garrett's new LO. Jill, Joe, Blake?? One of these things is not like the other! Oh well, it's a solid name. And I try to stay away from renaming babies born to SP unless I absolutely need to for keeping my sims straight. I may be alone in this, but my gameplay feels more immersive to me the less I interfere.

With Shorty still asleep and Jasmine again in need of some cheering up, it was time to fulfill at least one small want of hers. Take Ephraim and Brooks for a walk!

It was super cute, but it didn't take long before everyone was all sweaty and miserable. It is summer after all, and I do have my tempest settings set to a sub-tropical climate for St. Bernie!

Oh no! And Ivy is expecting their child too! I really hope this doesn't turn into another weird Korey and Angela situation where Freddie starts hooking up with all of her friends!

[bernthal-brainrot]

☆ 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 | 𝒕.𝒉.

･*:༅｡𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: fluff, fluff, fluff, pinning down but no smut (sorry to disappoint).

･*:༅｡𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Tom gets home to you with something on his lips...

･*:༅｡𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: Here's Tom's interview with Hot Ones, it's extremely entertaining. This one's a shorty though, I would make it longer but I have finals :( but nonetheless, please enjoy <3

Not edited or betaed

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"Darling?"

Tom's voice echoed through the hotel room, your eyes drifting up from your book to greet the fine young gentleman walking through the door.

"Tommy?" you asked out as you bookmarked your place, your boyfriend having yet to come into view.

And you stopped hard once he did.

There, in the doorway, was your sniffling boyfriend, his face slightly reddened and his forehead sweating ever so slightly, a bottle of water in his hand being clung to for dear life. If you didn't know any better, you would think he was crying.

"Tom, was it that bad?" you laughed, Tom letting out a laugh of his own.

"Love, it was horrendous," he chuckled out, closing the door behind him and shrugging his coat off.

You and Tom had been a fan of The Hot One's show since the production's younger days, and when Tom got the news that he was invited on the show to promote his new Spiderman movie, he was overjoyed, to say the least.

But now looking at him, it made you wonder if he had regretted it or not.

"I can't wait to see the footage!" you cackled out, knowing that you were about to be supplied a goldmine that he would never live down.

"Oh, it was so bad," he griped, throwing himself onto the bed, "I feel like my insides are about to become outsides in a couple of minutes."

"I'm sorry baby, but I honestly don't know what to do to make you feel better," you answered honestly, falling next to him and propping yourself up on your elbow.

"Hmm, I bet I have a pretty good idea," he hummed as you let your fingers drift across his forehead, knocking back any stray hairs.

You sighed dramatically, wondering what it was he wanted now.

"What would that be, Mr. Holland?"

He smirked as he looked up at you, before wrapping a gentle hand in your hair before leaning you both in and-

With a sudden jerk of your head, you instantly stopped his lips from touching yours, leaving him flabbergasted at your sudden rejection.

"Wh-?"

"I can't kiss you right now," you quipped back, enjoying the rise you got out of the man under you, his eyebrows knitted together in boyish confusion.

"Why the hell not?" he scoffed.

"Are you kidding? If the wings were truly as bad as you say they were, I don't want that getting on my lips. What if it burns?" you knew they you yourself weren't serious, but Tom seemed to think you were.

"Just one?" he whined, trying to pull you in again, but this time you managed to wiggle completely out of his grasp, rolling off the bed and standing up.

"No."

And thus began the wild goose-chase, you ducking under couches and chairs in your suite all to avoid the wrath of the (possible) remnants of ghost pepper sauce on your boyfriend's lips, Tom always hot on your trail. He was Spiderman after all-

You laughed as he did the same, the struggle of getting away from him getting harder and harder as your resolve began to crack.

At last, he finally had you pinned down to the bed where you were once before, your eyes meeting his chocolate ones as they looked down at you adoringly. Before you had time to say anything cute to him, he was leaning down, landing kisses all around your face sporadically, your squeals of protest wholly ignored.

By the time that Tom pulled back, there wasn't a spot on your face that hadn't been touched by his lips, pouting up at him.

"If my face starts to even tingle, you're in for it," you released empty threats, but you knew they were just that -- empty.

"Should have thought about that before you tried to deny one of my kisses, darling," he chipped back, before leaning down and placing his long-awaited kiss on your lips.

[startanewdream]

hi mah!! hope you're doing well <3

13. things you said at the kitchen table for jily perhaps??

Thank you, Sel!!! ❤ Here's a shortie from a list of things you can say at the kitchen table and in the bedroom:

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Lily taps her fingers on the table, watching James finishing his dinner with an innocent expression.

"Easy, James," she says. "If you keep going too fast you're gonna choke."

He does it anyway, facing reddening; Remus pats him on the back.

"Told you." Lily offers him the jar of juice. "Here, it's no good if it's too dry."

He looks around, but none of their friends seems to have noticed it.

"I didn't have any trouble with it last night," he tells her; Lily's face colours, but he cannot tell if she's glad about his answer or she's embarrassed.

Either way, her eyes sparks dangerously.

"Go on, you are the only one still having dinner. Why are you always the last one to finish?"

"It's called being a gentleman. I was taught that ladies are served first."

Her lips tremble, almost failing for a moment. "You're gonna miss dessert like this." Lily twirls a strawberry. "It tastes so good with whip cream."

James decides he doesn't need to finish his pie after all. As he stands up, Peter glances at him questioningly. "You never skip dessert, Peter," he says helpfully.

[monstas1ut2]

(3/3) Eren Yeager

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Send a DM just to trap me (damn)

Threw your bitch in a taxi (taxi)

Wanna get drunk and nasty? (Nasty)

It was inevitable, of course he was going to find out.. Now here you are, sitting in your mothers house trying to figure out what you could've done differently. It's not only embarrassing but it sucks because that's your father, he's your everything , he's the man who adopted you. All you had to do was stay away from Eren.. though you couldn't even do that..

"Cheer up, here.. I got watermelon and pineapples.. I know it's your favorite.."

The woman with glasses, your mother handed you the soft bowl that held your favorite fruit. Her eyes staring at you softly as you were sitting on the floor. It was like you felt like you didn't deserve a bed right now.. In all honesty though, it wasn't fully your fault.

The soft, warmth that you had from the strong arms that touched you in ways... that night had kept you asleep. His hair fit his face so well and he said so many things that night that was hard to pass by. It wasn't a joke, Eren knew what he wanted.. and that was you.. and still is.

The many missed calls from him was ridiculous and the texts were everlasting. He figured he'd messed up, that or you were maybe drunk last night..? You didn't seem drunk.. that's just because you weren't.

"I should've stayed away from him..."

"Cupcake, you can't keep blaming yourself. Shorty-pants tends to be that way with Eren because of their past. There's nothing wrong with Eren technically, he lost his parents at a young age, in front of his eyes.. so he's a bit mental from that.." the words came out of Hange's throat and you nodded slowly. The thought still edged you on though, why did Levi want you away from him..?

Just because he has mommy AND daddy issues? That is a bad sign for sure, but at the same time.. Eren has done nothing but shown you his kind side. As well as his sexual side but we ain't gonna talk about that.

"So why... did dad kick me out... because of that..? Or cuz of their background together..? Eren is nothin but nice to me.. I would've backed off otherwise I ain't stupid to stay wit a nigga that beats on me.."

These words spat out in direction of no one in particular since nobody is here.. but it hurt. You wanted to scream so badly but what good would it do anyways.. Slowly slipping a pineapple chunk in your mouth. You watched as Hange was conflicted on what to say.. which is odd.

She has known Levi longer than anyone.. but Levi is still a mystery. So all she could do was direct this somewhere else...

"He'll be fine later okay? Don't worry... just.. eat your fruit, someone's comin to see ya in a little bit.. mkay?"

It's almost been a month.. and you didn't see Levi becoming fine any day now.. from what you could see, you were abandoned just like whoever your real parents were..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Standing outside to get some nice air, your eyes watched the car in the driveway pull off. It was Hange's bmw. Her mission was to get Levi to straighten up and fly right, but you told her there wasn't any need. The damage was done already.. right?

Hange does tend to make things right though, she's just that lovable of a person..

Letting out a sigh, you'd decided to finally turn your back and try to go back into the house but your ears were kinda deceiving you. Your head whipping back towards the driveway as you saw the car that was there. It wasn't Hange for sure, though that black, porche was nobody's but..

Eren's...

His taller form immediately moving from that car and eventually coming to face you.. in all honesty he wanted to yell and scream and do everything in the book.. but seeing your pretty eyes tear up was enough for him.

After a few silent minutes passed, the two of you were now wrapped up in each other. As close as you two possibly could be on the comfy couch. Just bathing in each other's scent and aura. It was a nice feeling nonetheless, but at the same time, Eren was confused as to why you were so quiet. Why didn't you answer his messages or his calls...

"I'm sorry... I ain't mean to ghost you like that... but, he uhm..."

Swallowing down the tears that were edging to release again. Eren's green eyes stared into yours, his ears ready to hear everything you had to say to him. He wasn't going to ignore these feelings you had.. why would he?

"He found out... and he didn't like it.. obviously. He kicked me out...so I live here now..." your words spilling out of your throat, it sounded like you were in pain. Your glossy eyes staring up at Eren, who happened to be a bit more annoyed than anything. The past was the past... he didn't understand why Levi was so strung up on him. The two never had good relations, they always hated each other... Maybe in a past life too..

"I'll talk to him.."

"N-No, do you have a death wish..?"

"For you... I'll do anything you want.. if you wanna come live with me that's aight with me..." Eren offered up everything he could think of. There's just this feeling, he didn't want to leave you... but he also didn't want you to be abandoned by your father...

Eren knows that technically, that's already happened to you.. but you grew up with Levi and Hange..

"We gonna talk to him together... he ain't gon kill you if I'm there.. even if he hates me.."

"He Doesn't hate you... not him... he just pissed right now." Eren was correct, Levi was simply annoyed at the fact that you decided to spend the night without his knowing... and at EREN's house nonetheless. Levi already could think about what happened in that bedroom... though if you played your cards right, you could probably make it seem like it didn't happen...

Probably...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

The paperwork continued to pile over, Hange's steps being big as she stepped over the books and papers. Honestly, this has to be the first time she's seen Levi like this. His house was a mess.

And that's something you don't hear everyday.

"Shorty! Shorty mc shorty pants...? Ah!" Hange was obviously teasing the male but she ended up tripping on one of his shoes that was in his office, man was he living in this one room?

Her glasses were put back on her face as she looked up at the desk. Seeing Levi tapping on his keyboard quickly. He himself probably didn't notice the way he was living at the moment... when he does he'll probably scold himself.

"You sir, need to get it together!" Hange spoke as she stood back up, and she earned a loud and annoyed sigh from the male.

"Look, shitty-glasses I don't have time for it right now!"

"Don't yell at me! This is about your kid wanting to isolate herself from the world because you can't stop being an asshole!" Hange quickly spoke as she then moved back from Levi, making sure her distance was far... still managing to joke in instances like this.

"Stop trying to pry them apart! I've seen Eren! He treats her like a Queen and he even gives her these looks that makes it known... he's not going to hurt her... not to mention she might hurt him first.. physically.. I've seen her throw a shoe at him once.." Hange chuckled out at her last sentence but Levi didn't seem like he was in a laughing mood.. nor was he ever...

"Fine" Hange huffed, her cheeks reddened at the fact that she couldn't persuade Levi-that's what she thought-and she immediately left his office, though came back and kicked one of the books over...

The two slender fingers he had was pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to surpass the headache that already arrived.

.

.

.

"Get out.."

"Daddy I ain't do nothin wit him, I just fell asleep I swear..-"

"I don't care!"

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

"I'm tired.. I'm goin to sleep Ight..? Pick me up tomorrow..." your words softly sliding out as Eren stared at your soft lips. This however made you smile and wrap your arms around him. Pulling him down to your height to kiss him gently. His lips still tasting like sugar...

Today, Eren kept you company and he even offered to take you out tomorrow... so all wasn't lost..

Eventually you'd closed your bedroom door and decided to get ready for bed. Gently laying in your bed after putting a scarf and bonnet on your head. The soft pillow was cold and that only made you a tiny bit more happier...

Knock knock

As you were about to close your eyes, the sound of knocking was on your door. That could be nobody but Hange... right? Considering this is her house but normally she just opens the door... without knocking..

"Come in...?" In a bit of a confused tone, you'd propped yourself up so you could get a better look at the door.

"Why say 'come in' if you're unsure... you're going to get yourself killed.."

"Daddy!" Your voice shrilled with happiness... and all Levi could feel was that same energy.. he may not like your little... boyfriend.. but he loves you.. his beautiful daughter...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

[xxdragonwriterxx]

hi hi i was wondering if you could do a Levi x reader x Erwin poly relationship fic where maybe Levi and Erwin are already in an established relationship or sth and both of them liking reader and ig figuring out tht the other person also likes her. Squad leader!reader pls! and could we also see her side of things and hw she knew they were already together so felt awkward or like her feelings were wrong? especially since they were her friends and commanding officers? maybe going to Hange for advice?? fluffy ending pls!

totally understand if you don't feel like writing it but ty anyway :))) - 🦋

A/N: Hey new butterfly anon!!! I’ve got to say, THIS WAS THE CUTEST REQUEST, AHHHHH!!!! I’m really sorry it took so damn long, I rewrote it a few times bc I didn’t like where I originally went with it and then I got really busy with work and I’m currently at a horse show which has been kinda hectic. Unfortunately, life just got in the way, but I finally got it done! I hope this is what you were looking for! HUGE HUGE HUGE THANKS TO THE WONDERFUL @anlian-aishang FOR HELPING ME EDIT THIS LONG ASS FIC!!! YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE BEST MY LOVE!!! 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️ Also, I forgot to say this when I meant to, but HAPPY PRIDE MONTH GUYS, GALS, & NON-BINARY PALS!!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 I thought this fic was the perfect one to post this month so I hope you enjoy!!!

🐉Song Recommendation: “Love Like Ghosts” By: Lord Huron 🐉

Word Count: ~7.4k

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🔥Two Sides of the Same Coin 🔥

There weren’t very many people who could read Levi, the mask he often kept firmly placed over his features making it nearly impossible to garner anything about how he was feeling from his expressions, but Erwin knew something was up the moment (Y/N) entered the room, her hair slightly frazzled and her cheeks reddened. She was panting with exertion as she waved an apologetic hand at the officers in the room and made her way to her seat.

“Sorry I’m late everyone! Got caught up with paperwork and lost track of time!”

He could see it in the way that Levi tensed when she sat beside him, his fingers twitching slightly on the table - his version of fidgeting. He could tell in the way he eyed her from the corner of his gaze, his body language screaming with how flustered the admittedly beautiful squad leader made him.

“It’s quite alright, (Y/N), we were just getting started,” Erwin said, giving her a warm smile that she returned in kind, trying to shove down the strange feelings twisting in his stomach at the sight of her teeth.

When (Y/N) finally settled into her seat, Erwin turned back to the map he had been gesturing to before she arrived, picking up where he left off and explaining the route he had designed for the upcoming expedition. As he laid out his plans for the meeting of officers, Erwin kept one eye on Levi, watching him carefully and taking mental notes of his behavior. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed the slight flushing of Levi’s cheeks when (Y/N) accidentally brushed her knee against his and turned to apologize to him before going back to her notes. The strange writhing feeling in his stomach came crashing back into his system, making him feel a little dizzy.

“Hey Shorty, are you feeling alright? Your face is red,” Hanji said, cutting through Erwin’s lecture and drawing attention to the now scowling raven-haired man.

“I’m fine, Shitty Glasses, I’m just feeling a little lightheaded is all. Please, proceed.”

“Are you sure, Levi?” Erwin asked. “I can catch you up on this stuff later if you need to go rest for a bit.”

Levi looked up to meet his Commander’s gaze, a look of pain, restraint, and what looked like... guilt, twisted on his features.

Levi swallowed, “I’m fine.”

“I can take notes for you if you’d like, Levi!” (Y/N) said brightly, her eyes swimming with concern for him. “You do look a little flushed, you shouldn’t strain yourself if you don’t feel well.”

“I said I’m fine, damn it!” Levi snapped, making (Y/N) immediately lower her head and turn back to her notes with a squeaked out apology.

Erwin could tell Levi regretted snapping at her the moment he had done it, but the stoic captain remained silent as everyone else returned to taking their own notes. The commander tilted his head while he watched Levi, noticing how his silver eyes seemed to grow dull, gaining a distant, far-away look as Levi delved back into his thoughts, as if fighting some intense inner battle with himself.

That look on his face made Erwin’s insides twist with discomfort. He hated seeing Levi distressed, but he knew he couldn’t address it here. He had an idea of what was going on, and he figured they needed to talk. Wrapping up the meeting with some final pointers about what to expect on the next mission, Erwin dismissed everyone before quietly slipping through the small crowd to stand beside his captain.

“Come to my office when you are ready, Levi.”

Levi gave him a look before nodding once, turning back to the desk to finish packing away his things. Erwin headed out the door, taking a deep breath as he tried to prepare what he was going to say in this conversation with his captain.

The minute Levi stepped into Erwin’s office, he found lips smashed against his, ripping a quiet groan from his throat and allowing all of the nervousness in his system to melt. His hands immediately found themselves grasping his lover’s soft blonde locks as he pushed himself up against his commander, murmuring softly at the feeling of their chests sliding together, their heavy heartbeats hammering against each other. Erwin let out a satisfied growl and pulled Levi closer, nipping at his lower lip and immediately pushing his tongue past Levi’s opened lips to slowly taste the other man. The kiss was passionate but calm, firm but gentle, not wanting to arouse too much while they were still on duty without seeming too lackluster. When the men finally pulled apart, they were both panting, their foreheads leaning against each other as they fought to catch their breath.

“What was that about?” Levi asked in between gasps.

“Just missed you was all,” Erwin said, a warm grin stretching across his face.

“Oh really? Couldn’t keep it in your pants until tonight?” Levi teased, earning himself a nip on the neck.

Erwin’s smile widened when the unexpected bite coaxed a yelp from Levi’s mouth, ignoring the angry glare thrown his way as he leaned back to give them some space to breathe properly. Icy blue met gunmetal gray as the pair gazed at each other, so full of love and admiration for each other. Erwin opened his mouth to speak when he was suddenly reminded of the conflicted look that had filled those silver hues during the meeting. The same look that had been affecting Levi’s gaze for the past several months. Erwin’s face fell slightly and Levi immediately perked up, his gaze turning sharp as he eyed his lover’s fallen expression.

“Oi, what’s with that look?”

Erwin sighed and Levi couldn’t help the feeling of dread that filled his chest, his brain frantically trying to sift through his recent memories for anything that he could’ve done to fuck things up. Erwin untangled himself from Levi’s hold and turned away to face the windows lining his office, looking out across the grassy hills lining the courtyard with his arms held behind his back.

“Erwin?”

“We need to talk, Levi.”

Levi tried to shove down the nervousness that rose like a tidal wave inside him at those words, at the solemn tone with which he spoke those words.

“About what?”

Erwin took a deep breath, “How do you feel about (Y/N) (L/N)?”

“(Y/N)? In what way? She’s a good squad leader, talented both on the ground and with the ODM gear, and those brats really seem to love her.”

Erwin noted just the barest hints of jealousy underlying his words.

“She’s reliable, quick on her feet, and kind. She likes to help people, but she’s not naive or clueless,” Levi paused, crossing his arms over his chest. “Quite the contrary. She’s proven herself to be a valuable asset to the Survey Corps. Why do you ask?”

“She’s quite beautiful, wouldn’t you say? Attractive? Desirable?”

Levi froze.

“Erwin-”

“I’m not mad,” Erwin said, cutting off Levi’s impending argument. “But I’m not stupid either.”

“I don’t know what you’re insinuating but-”

“Levi.”

The captain, for once, shut his mouth the moment Erwin said his name. This was it.

Levi knew he was in love with (Y/N); had known for months despite his efforts to deny it. He had felt himself falling for the squad leader almost a year ago when she had saved him from certain death during a mission on one of the rare days when he wasn’t completely focused. He had been too caught up worrying about Erwin back at the base, healing from getting his arm bitten off by a titan during the expedition prior, and had managed to get caught in the tight grip of an abnormal, his reaction time slower than usual. Just as he had been sending his silent apologies to Erwin, he had felt the titan let go of his body before he was caught in a pair of strong, gentle arms.

He had tried to convince himself that his feelings were nothing more than appreciation for her saving him, but he had eventually given up trying to lie to himself, knowing that thankfulness wasn’t what made his heart pound every time she was near. Knowing that it wasn’t his gratitude that was making him a flustered mess whenever she talked to him, or causing a hot flush to appear on his cheeks when she laughed at one of his jokes.

That wasn’t to say that he loved Erwin any less. His lover was his whole world, and he wasn’t willing to give him up for anything. He didn’t want to end his relationship with Erwin to be with (Y/N), he just wanted to… expand his world a little bit. He wanted to date both, love both, and give his heart to both. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, and he had spent many sleepless nights hating himself for his feelings. He hated how his heart even thought of betraying Erwin, of belonging to someone else, but he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to be close to (Y/N), and wanted her to be close to him. He wanted to get to know her, wanted to know what made her laugh, what made her cry, what she loved and what she hated. He wanted to hold her close and kiss her until they were breathless. If she would allow him, he wanted to explore her body, Erwin by his side, and see what made her cry out, what made her writhe in pleasure. He wanted to love her. He wanted her to love him. Both of them.

But he couldn’t. He had to remind himself once again that he was with Erwin, and Erwin alone. And Levi wanted to respect that. He wished with every fiber of his being that he could leave it alone, ditch these feelings and just be happy with the way things were, but he couldn’t. Even so, he had tried to hide his feelings, tried so hard to ignore them and keep them locked away for nobody but him to know about, but clearly, he hadn’t hidden them well enough.

“Erwin, I-”

“Levi,” Erwin said again, still facing away from him.

Levi swallowed hard and bowed his head. He knew he hadn’t necessarily done anything wrong, he hadn’t acted on his feelings or cheated on Erwin, but the guilt still weighed heavily on him. He knew things were going to be different now. No matter what happened, he knew Erwin wouldn’t look at him in the same way anymore.

Erwin took a deep breath before turning to face his captain, the warmth in his sharp blue eyes making Levi’s heart pound with hope. When the commander leaned forward to cup Levi’s cheek in his palm, Levi nuzzled into his touch, his eyes closed as he savored the feeling, desperately hoping that this would not be the last time he would be able to experience this feeling.

“I already told you - I’m not mad. I just want you to tell me the truth,” Erwin said softly, his thumb gently stroking Levi’s cheek bone. “Do you love (Y/N)?”

Levi sighed, dismayed, “Yes.”

He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see the look of condemnation in the eyes of the man he loved as he admitted his long-standing secret. Erwin was silent for a moment, his thumb continuing to stroke Levi’s face absentmindedly, lost in thought.

“Levi, look at me,” Erwin finally spoke.

Levi swallowed down the bile that rose in his throat before he slowly lifted his head and opened his eyes. The sight of tears streaming down his lover’s face made him want to jump off a cliff, but before he could turn and walk away to hate himself in solitude, he felt a pair of lips smash themselves on top of his to absorb the shocked cry that was ripped from his throat.

“Mn, Erwin?” Levi mumbled in between kisses as his lover continued to devour his mouth. He felt a nauseating mix of fear and elation; fear that this was Erwin giving him one final kiss goodbye and elation at the thought that maybe he hadn’t just fucked everything up.

Erwin gave him one final breathless kiss before parting, leaning his forehead against Levi’s, his eyes closed as he tried to organize the thoughts in his head.

“Damn,” Levi huffed, “What the hell did I do to deserve this?”

Erwin chuckled, “Oh, Levi, you have no idea.”

Levi leaned back to look Erwin in the eye, searching his gaze for a hint to how he was feeling. “Did you mean it? When you said you weren’t mad?”

Erwin nodded, smiling. “I’m not mad at you. How could I, when I feel the same way?”

“Huh!?”

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” Erwin said, his large hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “I’ve been beating myself up for weeks because I didn’t think you’d ever approve, and I was honesly terrified to bring up the idea of a polyamorous relationship. I felt guilty for wanting to love her and I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want you to think I had any intention of ever leaving you. I was ashamed and tried to bury it.”

Levi blinked at him, unsure how to process everything Erwin was saying. He was in love with (Y/N) as well? He had never imagined he would ever see the day when Erwin developed feelings for a woman. He knew Erwin had dated them before, but after getting together with Levi, he had admitted to being mostly uninterested in women. Now, here he was, admitting to his long-standing attraction to her with the same guilt and fear that had plagued Levi for months. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips and he took a step closer to Erwin, placing his hand on the tall blonde’s chest.

“Well it looks like we don’t have to be ashamed. I’ll admit, it’s different, but I’m abnormal enough to deal with this, you?”

Erwin chuckled warmly, his hand coming up to cover Levi’s shoulder, pulling him closer. “I want this, Levi. If you’re okay with it, I want this with you.”

Levi leaned in and stole a quick kiss from the taller man, “I want this too.”

Erwin smiled at his lover before a calculating look overtook his features. “Well, now that that’s out of the way, we have to handle the hard part.”

“What’s that?” Levi asked.

“We have to find a way to convince (Y/N) that this is a good idea without pressuring her or making her feel uncomfortable. We need a way to show her that we are both interested without coming on too strong, and we need to be prepared for the fact that she might not be on board with the idea of being with both of us.”

Levi closed his eyes with a heavy sigh. He hated the thought of having to let her go, but Erwin was right. He had been so worried about his lover’s reaction that he hadn’t even considered (Y/N)’s feelings. Relationships weren’t that common in the Survey Corps, many people too caught up trying to stay alive to involve themselves with romance, let alone a relationship with more than one person. There was a strong likelihood that (Y/N) would reject them, and while the thought made Levi’s stomach churn, he knew he’d have to respect whatever decision she made and learn to live with it. At least, if she rejected them, they would still have each other. Opening his eyes again, Levi met Erwin’s gaze, seeing the same turmoil reflected in the Commander’s icy blue hues.

“Well,” Levi said. “If it comes to that then so be it, but for now, let’s try to figure out the best way to get her attention.”

The tight feeling in Levi’s chest lessened a bit when he noticed the fearful look in Erwin’s eyes dull, replaced instead with the fiery determination he most often saw when the commander was preparing to lead a charge beyond the walls. It made the corners of Levi’s lips lift a little, a warm feeling swelling in his chest as the pair made their way to Erwin’s desk, sweeping the surface clean and getting to work on brainstorming their next course of action.

(Y/N) was careful, making sure to keep quiet as she padded down the hall despite the frustration coursing through her veins, making her feel tense and ready to explode. She gritted her teeth, her fists clenched at her sides as she made a beeline for the door at the end of the dark hallway, knowing exactly what she needed after yet another sleepless night.

Stopping in front of the last door on the right, the only door with light still spilling out from underneath it, (Y/N) took a deep breath and knocked, her foot tapping impatiently as she waited for it to open. She heard a crash come from inside and winced at the loud noise despite the small smile that twitched at the corner of her lips at the sound of her friend’s antics. She heard more crashing, some shuffling, and loud cursing before the door finally swung open, revealing a frazzled but beaming Hanji.

“(Y/N)!” Hanji whispered excitedly as she moved aside for (Y/N) to enter. “What can I do for you this fine evening?”

“Wine,” (Y/N) rasped as soon as she had closed the door behind her.

“Bad day?” Hanji asked, immediately moving around the couch piled high with books, plans, and papers to reach the small cellar she had nested in the back corner of her office.

(Y/N) huffed a laugh devoid of humor, “You could say that.”

Hanji gave her a sympathetic look before reaching for one of her personal favorites, cracking open the bottle to pour into the two wine glasses (Y/N) grabbed from one of the cabinets lining the wall. As soon as the wine had been poured, the two women shoved the loads of nonsense from Hanji’s couch to make room for themselves, making themselves comfortable amongst the cushions with relaxed sighs and contented groans.

“Alright,” Hanji said after she had taken a sip, turning her body to face (Y/N). “Let it all out, what happened today that made it so difficult?”

(Y/N) hesitated, taking a long drag from her wine glass before answering. “Are you sure I’m not bothering you? I didn’t interrupt one of your precious experiments did I?”

Hanji waved her off. “Don’t worry about it, (Y/N). I needed a break anyways, I think I would’ve gone crazy if I had focused on what I was doing for five more minutes.”

“Would’ve?” (Y/N) asked with a teasing smile, prompting the scientist to show her a choice hand gesture in return.

“Hey! I’m not that crazy. Besides, you know what I mean, you’re just stalling. Come on, spill.”

(Y/N) sighed. It was now or never. She didn’t like the idea of admitting her secret to anyone, even her best friend Hanji, but she was running out of options. If she spent one more second bearing the weight of her feelings alone, she was going to explode.

“It- It wasn’t really anything specific about today,” (Y/N) said slowly, trying to gather her thoughts. “This has been bothering me for weeks, today was just the day that I couldn’t shove it down anymore without it starting to take a negative toll on me.”

For once, Hanji was silent, listening intently as she took sips of her wine, allowing (Y/N) to take all the time she needed to figure out what she wanted to say.

“Lately, I have been feeling- Well, no, I guess I have a confession to make, I- shit…”

Hanji flashed a sympathetic smile as she watched (Y/N) stumble over her words, as if they were caught on the tip of her tongue but unable to topple off the edge. She let her friend stutter and rephrase her wording a few more times before the scientist took pity on her and placed a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder, prompting the squad leader to shut her mouth.

“It’s okay, (Y/N), I understand.”

(Y/N) shook her head, “No, this time you really don’t, Hanji. I-”

“You’re in love with Levi and Erwin, right?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, her jaw going slack as she stared at Hanji, who was now laughing at her shocked expression. How the hell did Hanji know? She hadn’t told a single soul about her inner turmoil, too embarrassed and ashamed to admit it to herself, let alone another person. Had she been that obvious? She thought she had been hiding her feelings well, but maybe keeping them a secret had been futile, her actions unknowingly spelling out her predicament to everyone around her, clear as day.

She hadn’t even realized she had started hyperventilating until she felt Hanji’s firm grip on her shoulders, her gaze stern yet comforting as she commanded her to breathe. (Y/N) took a comically large inhale before letting it out slowly, forcing herself to calm down.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I didn’t mean to make you panic,” Hanji said with an apologetic smile.

(Y/N) shook her head. “It’s not your fault, I jumped to conclusions before you could even  finish your sentence. How do you know about that?”

“I could just tell,” Hanji said with a shrug.

“Was I really that obvious?” (Y/N) asked, crestfallen.

“No, not at all!” Hanji said quickly, waving her hands, attempting to clear up the situation before (Y/N) could feel worse. “I just know you really well, so when you started acting just a little differently from normal, I started to observe you more. Trust me, you have not been obvious with this at all, I just happen to know what to look for.”

That made (Y/N) sigh in relief even as a wave of embarrassment washed over her. “God Hanji, what am I going to do?”

“What do you mean?” Hanji asked.

“I mean, I’m starting to crack under the pressure. I can’t keep ignoring my feelings but I’m afraid of what will happen when I act on them. I’m so tired of fighting myself, ignoring what my heart wants, but I think dealing with the guilt of telling them would break me more than dealing with this pain ever could.”

“What guilt could you possibly have from telling them your feelings?” Hanji asked, curious perplexion on her face.

(Y/N) stared at her, a dumbfounded expression on her features, unsure if Hanji was joking or not. She looked serious, but she found it hard to believe that her friend genuinely saw no issue with her predicament.

“Hanji, you do realize we are talking about the fact that I have feelings for two men, both of whom are already in a loving relationship with each other, and have absolutely no interest in women whatsoever, right?”

“Of course I’m aware of what we are talking about,” Hanji said.

“Then how can you not see why I would be guilty about dumping my feelings onto them? We are talking about a couple who love each other unconditionally. They might not show it publicly very much, but I know how to read them and it’s very obvious that they have no room in their hearts for anyone else. How could I ruin that for them?”

“You really think that telling them how you feel would ruin the love they already have for each other?”

“Yes. No… I don’t know,” (Y/N) said. “I just know that they would want to distance themselves from me. They clearly have no interest in women, let alone a woman like me, so why go through the trouble of embarrassing myself and the two of them when I can just suffer in silence instead? I guess what I’m trying to say is, I don’t want to make things awkward between us. I already know it’s a dead end street, so why should I knowingly send myself flying over the cliff on the other side? I’m in love with two gay, taken men. I just need to accept the fact that they are never going to look at me in any way other than a professional one and move on with my life. Find someone who is actually available to love instead.”

(Y/N) took another long sip from her wine, barely feeling the slightly dry, smooth liquid sliding down her throat.

 “I… I know I’m supposed to let go. I’m just struggling to do it. Every time I think I’ve moved past my feelings, they do something that reminds me of why I love them and I lose myself all over again. I forget that I’m supposed to see them as nothing more than comrades and fall head over heels for both of them until reality slaps me across the face and I am reminded, once again, that I am in no position to have them. I just feel tired, and sick, and… gross.”

(Y/N) hadn’t even realized she was crying until she felt Hanji gently swipe the tears from her cheeks with her thumbs. (Y/N) sniffed and used her sleeve to wipe the rest of her face clean before Hanji opened her arms, allowing her to fall into the brunette’s inviting embrace and silently cry into her chest. Hanji cooed softly at her while stroking her hair, patiently waiting for (Y/N) to calm down a little before speaking again. When the squad leader had finally gotten ahold of herself and her wild emotions, she sat up, murmuring a quiet “thank you” for Hanji’s warm support as she untangled herself from the scientist’s hold.

“Look at me, (Y/N),” Hanji said, her hands back on the squad leader’s shoulders to keep her from moving away.

(E/c) met hazel as (Y/N) followed Hanji’s order, blinking away the last few tears when they locked gazes.

“Listen and listen well, (Y/N). I will not sit here and let you berate yourself over this. Your feelings are valid but I will not let you put yourself down over how you feel and who you’re attracted to.”

(Y/N) tried to argue but Hanji was quick to cut her off, a stern expression on her normally cheerful face as she regarded her best friend.

“You are beautiful and wonderful and the best squad leader we could ever ask for. You are not gross or wrong for the way you feel and I will not stand for you to think that way about yourself. I’m sorry it’s so stressful, I can’t even imagine what that must be like, but you can not - will not - tear yourself down in an effort to stifle your emotions. You shouldn’t even be trying to shove down your feelings anyway. It’s not healthy, and I’m pretty sure if you just confessed to them, they would be more accepting than you realize.”

“I don’t know…”

“(Y/N), I have known both of these men since before their names meant anything to the world. I know what I’m talking about when I say they will not push you away or treat you like garbage. Besides, if they ever did do that, I’d cut off their balls in their sleep.”

(Y/N) giggled at Hanji’s threat, giving her a grateful smile that the scientist returned in kind.

“Everything is going to be okay, (Y/N). Just talk to them, before you explode. It doesn’t have to be tomorrow, or the next day, or even the next week, but plan on telling them at some point when you feel comfortable. These feelings are only going to get stronger, and I hate seeing you so upset. You deserve happiness, and achieving that happiness is only going to get harder and harder the longer you sit on this. I won’t lie to you, they may reject you, there is no guarantee that they will be willing to expand their relationship to include you in it, but they will not hate you, that I can promise.”

(Y/N) wiped her face with her sleeve again before standing up, a newfound determination swirling in her gut. “Thank you Hanji, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“That’s right, I am pretty amazing,” Hanji said with a dramatic flip of her tangled hair, making both of them laugh at her teasing antics.

“Well, I should probably get to bed. See you tomorrow, Hanji.”

“Goodnight (Y/N)!” Hanji said, watching her friend leave the room and enter the deserted hallway to head back to her office.

As soon as Hanji was sure (Y/N) had rounded the corner, the scientist broke out into a wide, manic smile, her eyes glinting behind her glasses as she too left her room but instead, headed straight for Levi’s office.

Levi groaned at the sound of insistent pounding on his door, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to ignore it, hoping that the person would leave him alone if he didn’t answer. To his dismay, another round of loud knocking came from outside of his office, causing Erwin to stir behind him with a groggy, confused noise.

“Erwin, you get it, it’s for you,” Levi grumbled, pulling the covers up to his chin.

“No it’s not,” Erwin responded, his voice just as raspy and exhausted. “This is your room, they want you.”

Levi cursed and rolled to the side, shivering as he slid from Erwin’s embrace and placed his feet on the icy wood floor. Yet another series of loud knocks sounded as he made his way through his bedroom and to his office. Flinging the door open, Levi didn’t try to hide his anger at being disturbed, his silver glare sharp enough to kill as he stared up at a smirking Hanji.

“What. The. Fuck. Four-Eyes,” Levi said slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Do you have any fucking clue what time it is?”

“Awww, you seem awfully grumpy, Levi. Did I interrupt some special personal time between you and the commander?” Hanji teased, her smile widening at the near feral growl it pulled from deep within Levi’s chest.

“What the hell do you want?” Levi asked through gritted teeth, so tempted to slam the door in her face.

“Oh nothing, I just wanted to give you an update on (Y/N) and tell you some new information I just discovered but it looks as if you’re really tired. Maybe I should just come back some other time,” Hanji said. She knew it was dangerous to tease Levi, especially this late at night when she knew he had been wrapped up with Erwin, but she just couldn’t help herself, her elation at what she had just found out from (Y/N) making it difficult to remain serious.

“What new information?” Erwin asked. Neither Levi nor Hanji had even heard him approach. Hanji turned to face the tired commander, smiling when she saw his ruffled hair and shirtless chest. Hanji had never been one for relationships or attraction in general, but she had to admit that a sleepy commander was rather cute.

“May I come in?”

Levi groaned in annoyance at the same time that Erwin said yes, prompting the raven to open the door wide enough for the scientist to pass through despite the grumpy look he threw his lover.

“What is it, Shitty Glasses? We don’t have all night,” Levi snapped once the door had been shut behind her, his arms crossed as he leaned back against his desk.

“Well, I just had a talk with (Y/N). She came into my office to vent to me about something that was bothering her and I thought you should know about it since it involves you two.”

Levi and Erwin shared a look, nervousness fluttering in both of their stomachs. Had they been discovered already? Had she heard about their plans and gotten freaked out? Had they done or said something to unintentionally offend her? Neither of them wanted to screw this up. They had been working so hard to keep things under wraps while they thought of a solid plan to present to her when the time was right, but had they already fucked it up without realizing it? 

Levi took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. Hanji hadn’t even told them what it was yet. He glanced down when he felt Erwin grip his hand, giving his fingers a squeeze as if to ground himself. Levi reciprocated the action and turned his gaze back to Hanji, eager for her to continue.

“What did she say?” Erwin asked, his nervousness just barely masked by his rough tone.

Hanji’s smile somehow widened further, her eyes sparkling happily. “She said she’s in love with you.”

Both men tensed.

“W-With which one of us?” Erwin asked.

“Both of you, actually. That’s why she was coming to talk to me. She’s been really struggling with her feelings lately because she feels as if it’s morally wrong to love both of you. Not only because she feels bad about loving more than one person, but she also thinks you have no interest in her whatsoever since neither of you are straight. She feels guilty for having feelings towards you because she knows you are both already in a relationship and she doesn’t want to ruin your dynamic with each other. She has no idea how you two feel, she just feels guilty and scared of her own emotions because she has no idea how the two of you are going to react when she does eventually tell you.”

For a moment, Levi and Erwin were at a loss for words. (Y/N) loved them? Both of them? It almost seemed too good to be true, that the woman they both loved and wanted so badly to have join them in their relationship wanted them as well. But Hanji’s gaze conveyed nothing but the truth, and as much as she loved to tease them and joke around, she would never lie about something so important.

“Did you tell her that we are interested in her as well?” Levi asked, clearing his throat to keep from stuttering.

Hanji shook her head, “No, I calmed her down and gave her some advice about coming to terms with her feelings but I didn’t tell her about your feelings nor that you had confided in me. I didn’t want her to think I was joking around or pitying her. Not only that, but I wanted to give the two of you a chance to confess. This is your relationship, not mine, I didn’t want to take that moment away from you. Besides, she’ll believe it if it’s coming from you. I don’t think she would believe me if I tried to tell her. I did tell her that she should talk to you about it, though.”

“How did she respond to that?” Erwin asked softly, clutching onto the desk behind him for stability as the weight of Hanji’s words washed over him.

Hanji scratched the back of her neck, “Um, she was pretty skeptical. Again, she’s worried about your reaction, so while she agreed that it was probably the best course of action, she wasn’t too enthusiastic about carrying it out. She might not tell you for a long time, not until she is able to genuinely come to terms with the possibility of rejection. If I were you, I’d plan on confessing first, and sooner rather than later. She’s not going to have the confidence to come to you on her own, not for some time.”

Levi nodded, his heart swelling with love and excitement. This was better than he ever could’ve imagined, that the woman he wanted more than anything was in love with both him and his lover, and wanted to be with them despite the unorthodox nature of their possible relationship. He had to hand it to Hanji, albeit begrudgingly, she had played a big role in giving them the confidence they needed and encouraging them to act on their feelings. Without her, he didn’t think they would’ve made it this far.

He could tell Erwin felt the same way. Neither of them had expected anything good to come from telling Hanji. They hadn’t even planned on telling her originally, too afraid that she would immediately run off to tell (Y/N) in a rush of excitement. But she had caught them brainstorming, and had instead heard them out as they explained their predicament before offering to help. Erwin was beyond grateful, and felt so proud in that moment to call her his friend that he couldn’t help but push away from the desk to envelop her in a quick hug.

“Thank you, Hanji,” Erwin said before releasing her, his heart pumping with affection and happiness for both his friend and the woman he was eager to love, Levi by his side.

“It was nothing, Erwin,” Hanji said with a warm smile, returning his hug before parting and raising a hand to her face to fix her skewed glasses.

“Thank you Four-Eyes.”

“No problem, Shorty!”

Levi grumbled at the nickname but reached over to ruffle her hair affectionately, the most physical contact he would ever willingly give to the titan-crazed freak. Hanji beamed nonetheless and sent him a teasing wink before heading for the door, expressing her desire for some hard-earned rest. The two men murmured their agreement and walked Hanji out before heading back to their shared bedroom and climbing into bed, both of them laying awake despite their exhaustion, simultaneously excited and terrified for the next coming day.

They found her in the stable. The sun was starting to set, the evening light painting the sky with the purples, oranges, and pinks of dusk as Levi and Erwin made their way across the courtyard to the barn where a scout had told them (Y/N) was last seen. Sure enough, peeking through the large wooden doors revealed the lovely squad leader, somehow even more gorgeous than usual, grooming and petting her horse as she hummed a soft tune. 

Levi and Erwin knew they were stalling as they paused to watch her move around the barn, swiftly and quietly like a cat, both men silently appreciating the way she looked in the light of the dying sun. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail, so different from the tight bun she normally wore it in to keep her vision perfectly clear during missions and training, and her clothes were casual, perfect for tending to the horses while still looking somewhat professional.

The men listened to her humming get louder as she leaned down to dry her mare’s legs with a small cloth, the fur still wet from the bath she had just given her. (Y/N)’s surprised laugh when the mare leaned down to nuzzle her back was music to their ears, and with a glance at each other, they both knew they couldn’t wait anymore. The butterflies in their stomachs made both of them want to be sick, but they held it together, giving the hand of their lover one final supportive squeeze before they pushed their way into the barn with her.

(Y/N) didn’t notice them at first, too busy making sure to dry as much as she could, but the sound of Levi clearing his throat immediately caught her attention, making her stand up so fast her mare spooked at the sudden movement.

“Captain! Commander! What a surprise!” (Y/N) said nervously with a hasty salute that Erwin easily waved off.

“Hello (Y/N), I apologize, we didn’t mean to alarm you,” Erwin said, his deep voice unknowingly sending delightful shivers down (Y/N)’s spine.

“Oh it’s no problem, I should’ve been paying better attention. Now, what can I do for you two?” (Y/N) was proud of her ability to keep her voice steady, such a contrast to her rapidly beating heart, threatening to leap out of her chest with how hard it was pounding against the bars of its cage.

“We need to talk to you,” Levi said. 

(Y/N)’s face paled. Her brain immediately jumped to the worst case scenario, making her knees go weak at the thought of them finding out about her secret before she could have the chance to explain. They hadn’t even said anything yet and she felt like she was going to break down, the pressure of them possibly knowing making her feel sick. She knew it was irrational, there was no way they could possibly know, not when the only person she had ever told was Hanji, someone she trusted with her life. Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) sorted out her frayed nerves and forced herself to stay calm. She could do this, no matter what they said, she could do this.

“Okay, what about?” She managed to squeak out, completely unaware of their own nervousness.

Erwin closed his eyes and prayed to any deity out there for the strength to say what he wanted to say before meeting (Y/N)’s expectant gaze.

“Well, you see um… we wanted to ask you if you would maybe, possibly, consider um- shit- sorry, I’m trying to find the best way to put this…”

“He’s trying to say that we’re interested in you, brat, and we want to know what you think about it.”

Levi’s blunt words made her gawk, not completely sure this wasn’t some kind of amazing dream.

“Wait, wait, wait, you want… me? Both of you?”

Levi nodded as Erwin confirmed with a quiet “yeah,” his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck as he averted his gaze to the stable floor, neither of them able to look (Y/N) in the eye. 

“As in… you want me to be in a relationship with both of you?” (Y/N) clarified, unable to keep the hopeful tone from her voice.

Levi caught that slight hopefulness underlying her words, giving him the confidence to approach her, his movements gentle and slow as if to avoid spooking her. With a glance back at Erwin, who gave him a solid nod in response, Levi reached out to cup (Y/N)’s cheek, his thumb stroking her cheekbone in the same way he knew Erwin enjoyed. (Y/N)’s breath hitched at the feeling and Levi couldn’t help but smirk.

“We love you, (Y/N). We both want you to be with us. That is, if you’ll have us.”

Erwin came up beside Levi, further supporting the raven’s sentiment. Tears started to blur her vision, but (Y/N) blinked them away, her gaze flickering back and forth between the two men she had loved for so long.

“You- You really mean it?”

“Absolutely,” Erwin said, a warm, if not wobbly, smile tugging at his lips.

(Y/N) hesitated for only a second more, still frozen in shock, before she flung herself at the both of them, her arms wrapping around their necks to hold them close as she sobbed her affirmation into their chests over and over again.

“Yes! I’d love to be with you! Nothing in the world would make me happier than to get the opportunity to love you two.”

Levi and Erwin smiled at each other from over her head before reciprocating her physical affection, holding her close to them as they had both longed to do for ages. They stayed like that for a short while, the rest of the world falling apart as they held each other in the middle of the barn, the last remaining rays of sunlight bathing the lovers in reddish-gold light as it dipped below the horizon. 

It was perfect. More than perfect. Better than any of them could’ve ever dreamed of as they finally let go of all of their doubts and encompassed the warm, beautiful feeling that was finding their missing pieces.

[vikkirosko]

Can you do Gamzee x 5'3 short reader? Let's be honest, he'd totally pick them up and carry them around sometimes.

♑ Gamzee Makara x shorty! Reader headcanons 🎪

Gamzee really likes your height. To the troll, it seems just perfect. He can easily hug you and put his chin on the top of your head

He loved to hug you, lifting you off the ground. It was much more convenient for him than leaning towards you. Besides, he was always happy to see your reddened face. And you blushed every time he lifted you off the ground

Quite often it happened that Gamzee did not put you back on the ground, but went about some business of his own, continuing to hug you. At such moments, you blushed even more and began to be indignant, but Gamzee just smiled and said that you were a cutie

He wouldn't mind holding you in his arms even around the clock, but you were against it, so he had to let you go

Gamzee liked to stand behind you when you were talking to someone. It didn't bother you, but your interlocutor usually became quite puzzled. It was unclear exactly what Gamzee meant, but many felt uncomfortable. Although in fact the troll did not mean anything bad by it

When you sat on the sofa, Gamzee kept putting you on his lap. He liked to feel your warmth and hug you, and thanks to your height, he could safely put his chin on the top of your head and watch TV

You were confused by Gamzee's attitude to your height. But over time, you got used to it. Some of his phrases even began to seem nice to you

For Gamzee, it didn't matter if you were tall or short. He always did not care about the appearance, both on his own and on the appearance of others. It was important to him that you love him, and he loves you. And the rest was not important