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⚾⚾ WEEK #03 OF #WEEKLYDAIYA ⚾⚾

Daiya no Ace S02E46 - Miyuki Kazuya ↳ requested by Kitty (@otakubox)

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Okay, here's a list of Dialtown character requests/refs that I have done/need to do! I'll make this like a lil series since it's fun =3. Also, feel free to leave requests on this post, too, and I'll add em to the list!

Please read the tags of this post for more info!!

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Harry Fitzgerald★, Oliver Swift★, Abel Brannigan★, Jerry Gould★, Jake Wilson☆, Karen Dunn☆, Mr. Dickens☆, Theoroar Rustlebelt☆, Stabby (+ Shooty)★, Narrator☆, Fusco☆, Bigfoot☆, Bunny☆, Type/Phonegingi☆,

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Oh, my Avery… 💙

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Hi😛 my daughter happens to be obsessed with dreamworks How To Train Your Dragon and specifically the “bone knapper” dragon. I’ve noticed your beautiful art, and If it isn’t too much trouble we would both appreciate if you could draw that one😊🥰❤️

Let me just say, your daughter has excellent taste 👌 Thank you for sending a request! I hope you all like this one as much as I do :D

Dragon #30 - Boneknapper

(Dragon #30 is here! We're almost at the one month mark! What the heck!! /pos)

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Abby helping you through depression

The Good and The Bad

Abby Anderson x Fem!reader

Summary: when your depression rears its ugly head back around Abby refuses to let you suffer alone.

A/N: thank for the request anon. Please know that this work deals with topics of depression. Thoughts and feelings of depression are explained in detail so if this is something that you find triggering please do not read this.

Warnings: depression, issues of self worth, reader’s thoughts do get dark in this, if I missed anything let me know.

You couldn’t get up you just couldn’t do it. All you could do was stare at the ceiling and let your mind wander against your better judgment. You knew what was happening, you started to get the signs of it last week. The tiredness that weighed down your body, the lack of motivation to do quite literally anything, the mood swings, the feeling of just nothingness that seemed to encase you. You felt guilty for feeling this way you had a good life. Steady job, roof over your head, food on the table, loving friends and family, and a beautiful girlfriend.

You hated yourself for feeling a creeping loneliness when you had such an amazing and thoughtful girlfriend. Abby was one of the best things in your life how dare you feel alone? These thoughts kept circulating throughout your brain and getting worse by the minute. You weren’t good enough for her she deserved better, you weighed her down, you were a burden that was passed onto her. Your mind wanders to thoughts of your friends and family, what if they just put up with you? You think of every time you e failed, every time you’ve felt low in your life and all of those thoughts manifest in to a bitter ball of depression that sits right on your chest weighing you down.

Would anyone even miss you? Do you even deserve to be missed? As soon as that thought crosses your mind you try to shake it away but you can’t. The voice in your head getting louder and louder. You almost don’t even hear the door open but you see the light from the open door illuminate the darkened room.

“Sweetheart?” Abby’s voices sounds in the room and you can’t bring yourself to sit up to look at her. No you didn’t want her to see that state you were in because you k ew for a fact she’d try to help you. She didn’t deserve to babysit you after she got done dealing with patients all day.

You feel the mattress sink beside you as she sits on the bed next to you. You can feel her worried eyes looking over your features. “Have you gotten out of bed today?” She asks her voice gentle not an ounce of judgment to be heard. You know for a fact she wouldn’t judge your answer but right now you’re afraid to tell her.

You don’t want her to know how pathetic and lazy you are. That you couldn’t even leave the bed.

“Ok I’m gonna take that as a no” Abby says as she tucks some hair behind your ear. “I just ask because I want to know if you’ve eaten today.” You finally find it in yourself to shake your head ‘no’. You see her nod out of the corner of your eye.

“Alright let’s get some food in you okay? And then we’ll go from there.” She tells you, she had the protocol down pat now. Another thing you felt guilty for. You’re her girlfriend for god sake not a fucking patient, she shouldn’t have to come home and have to take care of more people, you should be taking care of her yet here you are.

“Nuh uh nope, don’t even finish that thought I know where that beautiful brain is going. Look at me please baby?” She asks, her voice so soft and gentle. A tone that’s reserved for you and you only.

You let your eyes fall shut for a moment before you take a deep breath and turn your head. You open your eyes and meet Abby’s worried blue eyes.

“There’s my girl” she says with a smile and you try to give her some type of smile in return but it comes out as more of a grimace.

“Listen to me. I love you, you are my everything and I want to be here for you when you need me. It’s not some burden or some task okay? It’s taking care of the woman I love and I will do that till my last breath.” Abby tells you, her words full of conviction and honesty.

You feel the tears burning behind your eyes, your vision swims as tears begin to gather. Her words set you over the edge and in seconds you’re clinging to Abby as your body rocks with sobs. You just needed her right now, you needed to be in her arms, you needed her to fight off the dark thoughts clouding your brain.

��Oh honey” she coos as she holds your trembling body close to hers, you’re practically on her lap at this point. You sob into her shoulder, your tears making marks against the soft fabric of her shirt. She gently rubs your back and rocks you as you let out the emotions that have been building for days.

You don’t know how long as passed, could have been 15 minutes could have been 45. Slowly your breathing starts to regulate and the onslaught of tears have become little sniffles as Abby continues to rub your back and whispering sweet nothings as you finally gather yourself. You take a deep breath and inhale the scent that is purely Abby. Feeling the comforting warmth of her body and the scent that you’ve come to relate to love has calmed you down significantly.

She kisses your forehead before she hands you a tissue. You wipe your eyes and you blow your nose.

“I’m such a mess I’m sorry” you hoarsely apologize

“Nonsense you’re perfect”

You’re about to open your mouth and say something but she stops you before you can.

“I will not take any disagreement. You are absolutely perfect and I will spend the rest of today, tomorrow, and everyday after that proving it to you.” She says as she wraps her arms around you in a bear hug, pressing little kisses all over your face.

“How about this we get some food in you, take a shower, get you changed into some new pajamas and then we’ll sit down and watch a movie. How does that sound?

A small part of you wanted to disagree and keeping rotting in bed but a bigger part of you wanted-no needed that.

You nod your head, “yeah that sounds really nice” you softly say your voice still a bit hoarse from disuse.

Abby stands with you in her arms as she walks to the kitchen and sets you down on the counter as some makes an early dinner for the both of you. She talks about her day and manages to get a few chuckles out of you which she considers to be a win. Once food is eaten she fills up your water bottle and sets it on the bedside table.

She gets the shower ready and once you’re in she strips off her clothes and follows in behind you. She washes your hair for you and run the washcloth over your body as she tells you how much she loves your body, every single part your insecure of she have at least 20 nice things to say. The moment is not sexual but extremely intimate, the love she has for you is outpouring. Her kind words bring kinder thoughts to your mind as she showers every inch of you in praise.

After the shower you’ve changed in her your shirt and a pair a sweatpants, your sitting on the couch snuggled into Abby while a comfort movie plays on the tv. You can feel some of the coldness melt away, the dark bitterness of your mind slowly brightening as Abby showers you with love and makes sure you know just how loved you are. The depression will never 100% be gone, this is something that you will forever deal with. You have your good days and you have bad days like today but it seems almost doable with Abby by your side.

“I know you didn’t sign up for this but thank you. I wouldn’t want to have to go through this alone.” You tell her honestly

“Baby I signed up for this” she says as she turns her head to look away from the movie to look at you, her eyes meeting yours. So much love was held in those blue eyes you almost had to look away.

“I signed up for the good, bad, and everything in between. I signed up to be with you and I want everything that comes with it. This is something we’ll shoulder together. For better or for worse.” She smiles as she links her pinky with yours.

“We’re not even married.”

“Not yet we aren’t.” She says as she pressed a kiss to her head.

“You don’t have to thank me for being here for you, alright?” She brings your hand to her lips and she presses a gentle kiss to the back of it.

“I want every part of you, good and the bad.

“The good and the bad” you softly repeat after her with a small smile on your lips, the first smile she’s seen from you all day.

Once she sees the smile on your lips she leans down to gently capture your lips with hers. The kiss soft and full of love as she pulls away she has a soft smile of her own.

“Better or for worse” she whispers against your lips as she leans in for another kiss.

A/N: hope you all enjoyed this. Everyone has a different experience with depression with this is used my own experience and struggles but it’s different for everyone. If you are struggling please know that you do not deserve to struggle alone. There is help out there and my dms are always open if you need to talk. Remember to take stay hydrated and take your meds, and as always love y’all💖

Dividers are by @cafekitsune

Pictures are from Pinterest

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N.E.W.T.s really take it out of you

doodle gift as a thank you for donating to Rooney’s Top Surgery Fund! Let’s help Rooney meet his goal! (donations totalling £25 and up may request a doodle from me from any fandom/pairing!)

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♡You Love Me To♡

A/N: The song below inspired the fic for me

☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

" I Care About you to"

Those five words rang through the vampire spawns head over and over. They really like me. Astarion was sitting alone in his tent thinking about it. Of course the events that happened after struck something he didn't think was possible... but was it.... Love... from such a simple moment between them such a simple hold.

It wasn't forced but gentle. It didn't have strings attached- wanting something in return... no it was a genuine feeling of love and care that came with that simple gesture of affection. He enjoyed it he wanted to feel more of that.

After 200 years of abuse from Cazador, locking him in the dark with nothing, feeding on rats and bugs he forced him to eat, trying to break his mind, using his looks and his body to bring him poor helpless souls to his lair. Like lambs for the slaughter. And he was the cause of it all. He had many lovers or rather flings but at this moment the only person who stayed on his mind was You. You were special in ways he couldn't understand and that probably is what led to his original plan of using you to fail miserably.

He realized while skimming through the same page in his book that more than anything he wanted to see you smile more because of him. Its probably what led to this sudden idea to walk towards the tent that occupied the "blade of frontiers".

'This is a stupid idea' the pale elf thought while approaching the man cradling a goblet of wine looking up. Astarion cleared his throat to catch the mans attention. "Oh? Astarion a rare occurrence to be visiting me at such an hour what do you need?"

Astarion also found wyll more annoying then he care to admit out loud but right now he was the only one he could... Trust with this little idea. "I...I need a favor I'll gladly pay you back later but i need your help can you help me?" Astarion says this with a vague motion and a simple wave of his hand.

Wyll ever the "hero" agrees "sure but what does this favor intel?" Astarion suddenly found the dirt on the ground more interesting avoiding eye contact. "Astarion?" Wyll asked softly but a hint of curiosity.

"Can you teach me... ugh can you teach me how to, well, dance" that was all Astarion said nothing more nothing less and certainly not sharing his reasons for this request. Wyll was surprised "Astarion you don't know how to dance?"

The vampire glares at the man suddenly "i wouldn't have ask for the damn favor if i did" seeing Wyll frown made him pause and look away with a huff. "I- never really got around to it.. can you teach me?" He sounded more calmer slight hints of plea.

Wyll nods smiling "sure a man shouldn't miss the opportunity to show off not only his skills with the blade but also with movements of his body" Astarion grimaced at this before rolling his eyes. "We can practice at nights while everyone is asleep" he said before walking away quickly. Wyll blinks before chuckling low and retiring for the night.

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Astarion was surprisingly a quick learner he watched each move just like he watched his prey before feeding. There was one problem... the man wanted to learn something a little but more romantic and rather closer.

"Ah as much as i like to prance around all day i was hoping for something a little more on the intimate side of things" Wyll gives him a knowing smile "fancy wooing someone in particular?"

Astarion plays ignorant "oh please i simply want to learn because it is a good skill that's all" he crossed his arms and tilts his head up towards the night sky eyes closed. Wyll hums low "well i suppose i don't need to show you because i taught you the good skills already"

Astarion was quick to change his tone "alright, alright it is to flatter someone I suppose" "anyone I know of?" Wyll asked enjoying this to much. The Pale elf rolled his eyes with a huff he mumbles out a soft maybe.

"Its Y/n isn't it?" Wyll said matter-of-fact and it annoyed Astarion to no end. He doesn't meet his gaze but Wyll knew he was right. "They will like you no matter if you dance or not Astarion i see the way they look at you with adoration not many hold such a gaze to anyone they didn't care about."

Astarion sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. "I am aware my looks draws-" Wyll cuts him off "its more than that Astarion even Halsin knows this" Wyll pressed and Astarion red eyes flicked between wylls devil eyes and the small fire they made far from the camp.

"Just teach me...." he stares at the man before him for a moment "please"

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Luckily Astarion had fed the night before so he was happy and was able to be useful for the team consiting Himself, You, Gale and Halsin. Every time you wasn't paying attention behind you it was fine because the sound of a fast ice, fire or lightning arrow whizzed through the air landing strong damage on them.

Back at the camp Gale and Halsin made it their mission to make sure everyone else especially Scratch stayed occupied to give Astarion a moment alone with You which meant going far from the camp and taking a wine bottle and some simple food to snack on but most importantly the fancy music box he stoled from that pompous man when he wasn't looking.

Gentle laughter filled the air as Astarion mentioned how he stoled the music box giving a fake story of "how can you blame me I'm a victim to" and how gullible they were. Astarion smiles at you. A real one enjoying your laughter and company all the same. Its when he stood up walking to the tree truck with the misic box opened and ready. He gave the dial behind it a few twist and it started to hum to life.

You blush deeply when Astarion holds his hand out to you "may i have this dance" You stood up grinning like an idiot and nod taking his hand in yours "well i suppose you can" you teased playfully before you both slowly began to dance to the soft tune.

It was perfect you thought to yourself looking up at him getting lost in those crimson eyes of his. His smile was sharp and while he doesn't like when you mention the crease of his smile to him, it always made you admire him more. What he assumed was imperfect meant so much to you.

He twirls you slowly and then dips you smiling lightly "your full of surprises my love" you said softly smiling up at him then giggle before moving in closer and kissing him passionately.

"I love you very much" he said softly before leaning his head on top of yours when you rest your head against his shoulder. The music a soft background to the moment you both are sharing.

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Narrator: hidden behind the trees and bushes silently observing the intimate scene before them was their loyal companions all supportive of their friends successful moment

As always i hope you like it, thanks for your support and requests are open for Astarion from BG3 😁❤️

[lxvi-gloria]

Drabble Prompt: Post-canon Levi, struggling with chronic pain and mourning his dead loved ones, being visited by his still alive loved ones

Anon, you knew how to talk pretty to me <3

hihi requests are still open btw

I feel like I gotta put a disclaimer or something lmao. So, the length of my drabble requests is usually something between 100-400 words. This request is just an incredibly unexpected exception. it just happened to fit into this idea I already had been thinking of, which was how the remaining 104th would ask Levi to be part of important events in their lives because well, they like the dude lmao, so expect that sort of one-shot soon. Additionally, since I kept reminding myself that this was supposed to be a drabble, I might have glossed over the chronic pain and mourning bits so I'm sorry about that ;;

that being said, 2.4k words of Levi and Gabi be upon ye <3

Now on Ao3!

The angry hissing of the kettle makes him flinch. It brings a loud ringing to his right ear. Instinctively, he places his right hand over it, and gives his ear a couple of gentle taps; it's more of a grounding gesture, a distraction from the buzzing. He usually keeps watch over the kettle, so that he can lower the heat just right before it gets a chance to scream at him. 

He realises then that he must have spaced out while waiting. It’s alright, he thinks. It’s been like that a lot, recently. He’s been like that. Lost in thought-- lost in time, if he allowed himself to be precise. The last days, weeks even, as the temperatures started to drop, blended into each other. There’s a little calendar on his bedside table, it had been a birthday gift from Armin – or had that been Mikasa’s? He isn’t sure, he had received an absurd number of presents from the kids last year, it had been hard to keep track of who gave him what and now the fact escaped him. Turning the pages of the little calendar, with its delicate botanical illustrations on each day, quickly became part of his morning routine, and so he was sure that time was passing at all. The stillness of the routine, he guesses, made him like this.

His vision blurs momentarily while he scoops the tea leaves into the teapot. He squints, trying to will his good eye to focus, but all he gets in return is a throb in his right eye. After putting the tea canister away, he presses the inner sides of his wrists to both eyes, placing just enough pressure to relieve the discomfort. When he opens his eyes again, he is pleased to find he can read the small print on the canister an arm’s length away. 

There’s a loud slam coming from the front of the house, followed by footsteps coming further into the house.

He quickly recognizes the heavy stomping as Gabi’s gait. She’s always been so loud.

Gabi crosses the arch into the small kitchen and dining area. 

“Don’t slam my doors,” he says as a greeting, slowly turning his head to his left side, trying to catch a glimpse of her in his periphery.

“Aye, aye,” the kid waves her hand, shoots him a teasing grin, “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Levi hums in response but doesn’t say anything else. He busies himself with placing everything they need for their morning tea and coffee on a metal tray on the counter, which Gabi takes from him as soon as it’s ready and sets it on the table.

He grabs his cane from where he had hooked it on one of the kitchen drawers. He has been leaning against the counter, his right leg supporting most of his weight all this time. He braces himself for the sharp pain that will surely surge from his bad knee, through his left hip and up his spine. Cold mornings like this one and being still in one place for long will do that to him. It’s not so bad. It could be worse.

It takes 4 steps to get from the stove to his chair, which Gabi has already pulled out for him. It sits at an angle that allows him to easily slide down on it and rest his right elbow on top of the table, leaning back and against his good side.

“I have something that will cheer you up,” she holds a couple of envelopes in her hand and waves them at him, “You’ve got mail!”

He nods at her in acknowledgement but does not take his attention away from preparing his first batch of tea of the day. There’s a ritual to it, it almost feels like, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. Not when the ringing in his ear is still there, the building pressure in the upper back part of his eyeballs, and the cold air seeping into his bones through his thick jumper. Oh, how he needs a good cup of tea right now.

While Levi waits for it to steep, he grabs the papers that she had shoved in his face, squints his eyes at the first envelope and finds that he is unable to make out much of the handwriting. He brings it closer to his face, squints harder, steals a quick glance across the table and hopes Gabi isn’t paying him any mind, too preoccupied with choosing from the bag of pastries she brought with her. It is with an impassive expression that he hands the stack of envelopes back. 

“Read it for me.” A beat and then he adds, a little reluctant: “Please.”

He knows Gabi prefers coffee in the mornings, and black tea in the evenings, so he makes sure to have a fresh brew of the former whenever he knows she’s coming over; so, with shaky hands, Levi gets to prepare her cup of coffee. While he enjoys the aroma of it, he remains faithful to tea; at first, he thought he didn’t like it because he had butchered his first attempts at brewing it. But even after Onyankopon had taught him how to do it properly and he had enjoyed his cup, it didn’t bring the same comfort as tea. It just never hit the spot.

She shoots him a mischievous grin, “Oh, you sure? What if I read something personal, hm?” 

Levi just shakes his head, scoffing at the idea of Gabi finding his junk mail fascinating.

“Is this how I find out you have a secret lover you’re exchanging raunchy love letters with?” Gabi teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

He lets out a tired sigh and rolls his eyes, “just wanna be done with it, ” he stirs the milk into Gabi’s coffee, which now has turned into a cup of milk with coffee. “We have a lot to prepare for tonight.”

She clicks her tongue at him, but still rips the first envelope open, “Mr. Levi, your reading won’t improve if you keep doing that,” she jokingly scolds him.

Although Levi mentally recognises handing her and Falco stuff he couldn’t be bothered reading before, that’s not the case this time. He’ll let her think that for now, though, because he doesn’t want to mention the pressure building in the back of his bad eye, it’s not important and she, a kid, doesn’t need to know his newly found ailment of the week. He can see just fine around him right now. He can see Gabi’s big eyes and playful smile at the other side of the table, and that’s good enough; smaller details, he doesn’t feel he can do them, not without making himself go dizzy with a migraine.

Levi slides the cup of coffee to her and is pleased with himself when she approves of the colour of her drink.

“It’s from Armin,” she announces as she scans the letter. 

From this angle, the soft morning light illuminating her face and thanks to his faulty vision, Gabi’s image stirs his memory. His heart faintly constricts as he is reminded of the many times Hange read their research reports to him during breakfast in the mess hall before presenting them to Erwin. Levi always wondered how they could read so fast, sometimes he even doubted they were actually reading at all, their words barely being able to catch up with her eyes; he never asked about it, maybe reading came easy to them as numbers did to him.

A high-pitched squeal from Gabi startles him, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Oh… ohh, Mr. Levi,” she starts, her smile widening by the second “This is good news!”

Gabi makes a show of clearing her throat and then starts reading “Dear Captain, I hope this letter finds you well and in good health.” 

Levi can’t help but let a sardonic huff at the irony of the greetings but doesn’t let himself be bothered by it. He has written only a handful of personal letters throughout his life, and by now he knows it’s just something you’re supposed to say because jumping straight to the point isn’t acceptable, or so that’s what he had been told. 

Gabi continues reading Armin’s words to him. For the most part, it’s a standard letter coming from him: he asks Levi how he’s dealing with the changing of the seasons, how Gabi and Falco are faring, if business at the tea shop has been good, if there’s anything Levi needs that he can’t get in town so that Armin or the others can get it for him. He tells him a little about the country he’s writing from, he even includes a photograph. Then, after the expected pleasantries, Gabi can barely hold her excitement and starts reading faster, trying so hard not to trip over her words.

“If I’m being sincere, we would prefer to ask you in person,” Gabi stops for a second to look up at him from the paper, gauging for a reaction and finding nothing, she continues. 

Armin apologises for not being able to visit him before the holidays, Annie included, and so it is implied that he won’t be attending tonight’s reunion. 

Sometime during the last five years, the Alliance brats had decided to make showing up at Levi’s doorstep together once a year a sort of custom; the first time it happened was during an early winter, a blizzard had stopped them from leaving Levi’s until the next morning. It had been a really nice evening despite the awful weather, Levi remembers, after everyone pitched in one way or another, they all shared a simple but hearty meal together. It was Connie who jokingly said they should do it every year. The following year, Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco joined them. 

This year would be their fourth, and the first someone wouldn’t make it. That fact sits heavily in Levi’s chest, stealing the spotlight from his throbbing eye.

“...Annie and I have decided to get married. The both of us would like you to officiate our ceremony!” unable to contain her excitement, she tears her eyes away from the paper and looks at Levi. “Huh?! This is good news! What’s with the constipated face?!”

That doesn’t sound right. It figures that Annie and Armin would be the first to marry; in a way, he is happy for them, they clearly care for each other. No, that part is easy to understand. Their union is logical to anyone who knows the couple. What Levi can’t figure out is why they are asking him such a thing.

He clears his throat, assumes it’s been 3 minutes and his tea is ready to be poured and so he distracts himself with that.

When he doesn’t answer Gabi, she picks up where she left off. 

He isn’t… well, he isn’t that close to either of them. He’s sure Annie must have other relatives that could step in his stead. Maybe a brother, a cousin. Even Jean or Reiner would be better options than Levi. He isn’t good with words or people like they are, he couldn’t possibly give them a speech about something foreign to him as it is that kind of love, that’s what people expect, right? His title of Captain is obsolete in this new world, so it can’t be that either. Hell, he has never been to a fucking wedding. 

Just… why him?

As expected, Armin doesn’t really go into the details of their choice but does let Levi know they do not expect a fast answer and that they do not want him to feel pressured to accept it, despite how much it would mean to them if he did. Armin asks if there’s anything in particular that he would like for his birthday, as it is a month away, and closes the letter by saying he looks forward to seeing him and everyone then.

When the letter is closed and put back into its envelope, silence falls around them. For a moment the only sound that can be heard is the clinking of tableware as Levi places the teacup back on its saucer.

It bothers him, that he knows he will be letting Armin down by refusing something that any other well-adapted person would consider an honour. But the thought of embarrassing him and himself, because he gave an awkward, most likely insensitive, speech, mortifies him. No, he can’t put them and their guests through that. He will find a way to make it up to the couple, maybe he can… he doesn’t know yet, but he will come up with something.

As he finishes his first cup, Levi realises that at some point while he was lost in thought, the ringing in his ear has subsided and now it’s back to that muffled, cotton-in-ear sensation he’s used to and he doesn’t feel his eyeball pulsating anymore. Glancing at Gabi, he notices she is trying really hard not to say something, her brow furrowed as she takes a sip of her own drink, followed by a big bite of her pastry. Flakes stick to the corner of her mouth and for once it doesn’t disgust him. Instead, it makes his lips twitch as if going into a smile.

“I can help you... if you want,” she says eventually, sounding uncharacteristically careful and small of her.

Levi quirks an eyebrow “Help? with what?” 

She shrugs, “How to… tell them you don’t want to,” she avoids looking at him for the first time, finding the flakes on her plate more interesting. She shrugs again and tilts her head to the side, a thin line of a smile appearing on her face. “...or prepare for the ceremony.”

Not unlike many times before, Gabi’s words render him speechless, if only for a moment. He spares his tea a glance and he thinks: it’s bold of her to be so upfront about offering her help to him, and had it been any other morning, one where he couldn’t think past the constant ache in his body, he would’ve chewed her head off for simply trying to help him because he himself doesn’t know how to accept that kindness.

This kid is trying her best and he can’t help but feel somewhat proud of that.

“You have shit on your face. Here,” he points to where the flakes would sit on his own face and picks his refilled teacup back up.

Gabi quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting most of the flakes off. Levi gives her a thumbs-up with his free hand.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally concedes and tries to ignore the little happy dance she does in her seat.

This time, when the amber liquid touches his lips, it’s remarkably sweeter than before.

[driftingballoons]

Swadloon :)

Just woke up from his nap

[timeforaciggy]

These Spencer requests are genuinely helping my creativity. I’m honestly so happy to see them show up! I was not expecting anything a day ago but overnight you guys surprised the f outta me and are amazing!

I’m already working on them and couldn’t be more grateful. I’ve been stuck in a writer’s block for SO long, I’m so excited to start writing these :,) I only have a few requests but that’s INSANE for me.

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⚾⚾ WEEK #04 OF #WEEKLYDAIYA ⚾⚾

Daiya no Ace - A Mini Collection of Sawamura Calling Coach Kataoka "Boss" in Every Season ↳ requested by Nedzi (@inahochi)

[awakenthebeing]

Piepoe, and Keppino color swap?

Here you are!! And a bonus outfit swap for them both too :3!

[storiesofaot]

Hello. Would you, please, write smth about Hange and Levi's eventual reunion in the afterlife?

Hi Anon! Of course; I’ve wanted to write Levihan reuniting in afterlife for quite some time now, so thank you for giving me the opportunity!! 🤭 Here it is!

Title: Our Eternity; Rating: T; Word Count: 1137

With one final breath, Levi's eyes fluttered shut, leaving this world behind. For a moment, there was nothing - only darkness and an unbearable quietness enveloping him. 

But then, something changed, and the weight suddenly disappeared. A warmth that blossomed within him took over, spreading from his heart over his entire body. His eyes remained shut, but he knew that he was in another place - a world untouched by the scars of his past, where only peace reigned. 

He took a deep breath, feeling life rush back into him - though not in the same way as before. It felt different, lighter somehow, as if being alive carried a new meaning in this place. Underneath his body, he could feel the crisp grass touching his arms and neck, while a warm breeze brushed his face and tickled his bare feet.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and was immediately blinded by dazzlingly bright light, which was overwhelming at first. But he continued to breathe in the sweet air, listening to the rustling of the leaves around him and gradually, the light softened into a warm, golden hue, revealing the canopy of a tree.

Levi allowed himself to linger in that peace for a moment longer, savouring the tranquillity. Suddenly, a rustling reached his ears, which definitely didn't come from the leaves. Propping himself on his elbows, he sat up slightly - and instantly froze in place, his breath catching in his throat.  

He blinked a few times, certain that his eyes were playing tricks on him. But the sight in front of him remained - a familiar face he hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime. 

Hange was sitting a little distance away from him, crossed-legged in the grass, looking down at her hands as she fiddled with a dandelion. A soft light surrounded her, casting a gentle glow on the serene moment before his eyes. She seemed to sense his gaze and looked up, and when their eyes finally met, time seemed to stand still.

A soft smile appeared on her lips, and she dropped the dandelion. “Look who’s finally here. I've been waiting for you.” She unfolded her legs and knelt down next to him, her knees almost brushing his elbow. 

“Hange?” he gasped, her name a sweet sound to his ears. He quickly shifted into a sitting position, afraid to break eye contact for fear she might disappear.

She chuckled and cocked her head. “Yeah, it’s me. Time works differently here, that's why I don't look all wrinkled and worn out.” 

Levi allowed himself a moment to take in her face. She looked young and full of life. Her skin was smooth and unscarred, her hair open and falling over her shoulders in gentle waves, and she was looking at him with a pair of chestnut brown eyes. He raised his hand to his right cheek and ran his fingertips over it - there were no scars.

“You're right; injuries and imperfections don’t exist up here. No pain, no illness. That’s why I’m not wearing any glasses,” she explained with a grin. She slowly lifted her hand to his face, pausing over his right eye before finally running her fingers over the spot where she had once stitched him up. It was only with the feeling of her skin against his that he truly understood she was actually there, and that after so many years apart, they were finally reunited.

In that moment, it didn't matter to him that his feelings were probably written all over his face. He might make a fool of himself, but he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that she was there, that he was there, and that they were given a second chance. Together. “I missed you so much,” he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. 

“I missed you too.” Her hand gently caressed his face - a simple touch, but it was enough to set his heart on fire. A single tear rolled down his cheek, then another, and she wiped them away with the back of her fingers. 

He gave in to the overwhelming urge and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. Her hands moved reassuringly over his back, and then, finally, she pulled him into a warm embrace. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist as he returned the gesture, drawing her as close as possible.

There was one thing, though, that he still needed to do. He had already spent half his life regretting not having dared to take the first step. But now he was given a second chance, and he was determined to make it right. Carefully, he pulled back just enough to look her straight in the eyes, their foreheads still pressed together. Shaky fingers reached for her cheek, and he gently brushed a lock of her hair back behind her ear. 

Hange seemed to sense what he had in mind, and her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t pull back. Her eyes flickered from his lips up to his eyes again, and anticipation coiled in his stomach.

Levi wanted to say something, to tell her how he felt, but the words caught in his throat. He had never been good with words, and it seemed that even in a place like this he couldn’t find the right ones to express everything he wanted to say. “Hange, I..."

“I know. Me too,” she whispered softly, not even letting him struggle to find the right words. He let out a huff of air, and the corners of his lips turned up just a little. 

His heart was pounding very fast when he finally reached for her head, burying his fingers deep in her hair, but there was no turning back now. He leaned in, closing the small gap between them, and gently pressed his lips to hers. 

The warmth that rushed through his body at that touch was overwhelming, but it also felt incredibly good. Everything about the kiss felt right - how her soft lips moved against his as she returned the kiss, how her hands rested on his chest, one directly over his pounding heart, and how her fingers were buried in his hair as she deepened the kiss, gently scratching the back of his neck. Kissing her was both exhilarating and thrilling, and in that moment, he had never felt so profoundly loved.

What he had intended to be just one kiss turned into several, and when they finally pulled away, both were breathing heavily, their cheeks flushed but smiles wide. 

“I should’ve done this sooner,” he murmured, gently tracing her jawline with his thumb.

“Oh, definitely,” Hange chuckled, playfully nudging his nose with hers. “But I don’t care. Now we have an eternity to make up for everything.” With those words, she leaned in again and drew him into another kiss.

[neiptune]

Happy birthday V! Could you do sanemi + I know you like me? Have a great day :)

sanemi shinazugawa x I know you like me

You can’t help but wince when Tanjiro headbutts him, lips curling and brows furrowing in a grimace that, much to your embarrassment, has Shinobu chuckling. It feels like she’s always watching you when he’s filming a scene, especially if it’s anything involving any kind of violence or bleeding.

“It doesn’t really hurt, you know” she whispers.

“I know. I’m the one who has to make sure it looks realistic” you whisper back heatedly. She offers you a smile.

“Right”

But then it happens again, right as he slashes his hand open with a knife in front of Nezuko. You suck in a sharp breath and are unable to keep your eyes on the fat blobs of blood dripping from his wrist to the floor, devilish grin splitting his face not really enough to ease your nerves.

Rationally, you know it’s just the corn syrup you have prepared. You know the injuries on his body have been meticulosuly applied with your own fingertips, barely half an hour spent exchanging casual remarks about each other’s dark circles and asking informal questions about the other’s weekend. It was pathetic, really, the contraction your stomach responded with when he handed you the extra hot beverage he brought to his trailer. Black hazelnut coffee. It’s sweet, because he remembered it’s your favorite, it’s also expensive: you know that because he got it from that extra popular cafe downtown, where they don’t use syrups and hazelnuts are grinded in with the coffee.

As cliché as it sounds, the moments spent prepping him for his scenes are the best part of your day. He’s similar to his character in a way, equally stubborn, blunt, with brows often furrowed and a deep scowl distorting his features, especially when he has to be on set early in the morning. But he’s also completely different. Sanemi’s smile grows warmer throughout the hours spent between takes, lunch breaks and infinite amounts of caffeine. His eyes light up whenever Genya is around and although he usually makes a whole scene of huffing and puffing, in the end he always accepts to be part of his stupid tiktoks. He loves hanging out with people, is a great listener and the sweetest, most friendly person a fan of the show could ever run into.

Overall, he’s a very decent, kind, attractive person whose thoughtfulness shouldn’t stir anything in your chest and definitely shouldn’t have your palms feeling all clammy and disgusting in response to a simple smirk or a good morning mumbled with a big, warm hand lingering a few seconds more than what’s needed on your shoulder.

Well, perhaps you have a small, insignificant crush. You might feel infinitesimal pangs of jealousy whenever he’s locked inside his trailer with Kira, the costume designer, because she gets to touch him for hours on end. You may often wonder how it must feel for Kenji, the hairstylist, to run his fingers through that snowy locks each day.

“Cut!” the director seems pretty satisfied with the scenes they’ve rolled until now. He gives the actors two thumbs up and lands a few friendly pats on Tanjiro’s back. Izumi, the assistant director, approaches you to notify that Sanemi is going to film another gruesome fight scene. Genya, Gyomei and Muichiro are gonna need extra makeup to be applied as well, but their prosthetics are not ready yet and they’ve all asked for a short break anyway: Muichiro has to finish his homework, the other two haven’t had lunch yet.

“Have fun” Shinobu gives you a knowing smile as she noisily sips her taro milk tea. Although it may be unprofessional, you shoot her a glare.

“Stop it”

“Why? You don’t think your job is fun?” she innocently bats her eyelashes, to which you groan.

“Shinobu”

“I think it’s fun”

“What’s fun?”

You jump and Shinobu can’t contain her chuckle any longer, a sound so sweet that would have you smiling immediately on a different occasion. Right now, it just accentuates your embarrassment.

“Their job” she shrugs and Sanemi cocks his head, a small frown settling over his features as he looks at you.

“Ah, guess you’re tired. Sorry to be a bother, I didn’t think we’d film that scene so early”

Dumbfounded, you stare back at him for a few seconds. Always so clever, of course he’s sensed the sarcasm.  

“What? No, no. You’re not a bother, it’s my job to take care of you”

Perhaps you could have phrased that better. Nevertheless, the smile that splits his face is a reason good enough not to succumb to the abyss of awkwardness threatening to swallow you whole.

And so, back you are in his trailer, sitting in front of him, well aware of the fact that you’re soon gonna have to apply makeup all over his exposed chest. Still, you choose to start from his face.

“Was the coffee good?” he asks as you apply a thin layer of yellow cream to his cheekbone.

“So good” you smile “thank you”

“We should get another”

You hum distractedly, busy dabbing a layer of violet cream mixed with navy cream on top of the previous layer. Finally, you add pockets of maroon, keeping everything as asymmetric as possible to make it look realistic.

“Tomorrow is your day off, right?”

Finally, your fingers come to a halt as you slightly pull back to look at him.

“Yes?”

Cautious, he thinks. Pretty, too.

“So, coffee? My treat?” he’s offering a charming smile, one that has your pulse freaking out on the spot.

“Why?” surely it’s not the best reply one could come up with but, seriously, why would he…?

Sanemi laughs at your shocked expression.

“I know you like me” he has the nerve to shrug but is quick to make up for a cockiness that doesn’t quite suit him, nor the pinkish tips of his ears “I like you. And coffee. Seems only fair we do something about it, right?”

[l-e-i-k-o]

𝒮𝒾𝓂 𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉 for @invisiblequeen ≽^•⩊•^≼

[delulu-is-the-solulu-843]

Request: you don't know if you're queer or not, but being friends with ellie makes you question that. She let's you experiment on her. Mutual pining & best friends to lovers.

Experimentation

Ellie x fem reader

Summary: After many failed dates and attempts of making a connection you begin to feel like you’re the problem. After listening to your dilemma your best friend Ellie thinks an experiment is in order to test her hypothesis.

Warnings: Friends to more? ,mentions of sex and inability to orgasm, reader thinks she “broken” because she doesn’t feel romantic feelings for men, slight mentions of internalized homophobia and a homophobic upbringing, not proofread, using the scientific method as a way of flirting, Ellie referrers to Abby as “asshole Anderson” (we love Abby but her and Ellie have beef. That beef is not explained in this), men.

You were confused. Well maybe not confused but you were conflicted. See you thought you had yourself figured out. You thought your days of trying to learn what you wanted in life were behind you but recently everything you did brought up more and more questions and never any answers.

Your love life was well complicated is the best way to put it. It wasn’t for lack of trying either, you would go on dates and it wasn’t anything wrong with your suitors (well except for that one guy who was flirting with the waitress the whole time) other than him the guys you’ve been on dated with were all so sweet and charming and you enjoyed talking to them but you just didn’t feel anything, you didn’t feel that oomph that everyone always talked about. And when they walked you home they were very respectful, they’d hold your hand and they’d kiss you outside your door. They never expected anything more. And while you appreciated that, you didn’t even feel anything from the kiss. You never felt the need to keep kissing, you never felt dizzy and weak kneed from the feeling of their lips on yours. Okay maybe you did read a bit too many romance books, maybe your standards were just too high.

On the rare occasion you went out hoping to end the night with an orgasm, that never happened. It wasn’t for lack of trying either, you just couldn’t cum. You noticed you didn’t seem to get all that wet either, maybe you were just one of those women that had a difficult time becoming aroused. There was nothing wrong with that, you just had to put in some extra work. It seemed like nothing worked, you ended up faking orgasms because the last thing you wanted was for him to feel bad.

A guy would eat you out and nothing, he’d finger you and that also brought nothing, he’d fuck you and that would just give you a bunch of internal awkwardness. You weren’t a virgin by any means but you just couldn’t cum.

You were being to think you were broken, no matter what you tried you just didn’t feel that attraction to anyone you’ve dated, you didn’t need sex in a relationship but you couldn’t even connect with someone enough to have a relationship.

You just didn’t know what to do, you were at a standstill so you did the only thing you could think of. You called your best friend. When Ellie answered you asked her to please come over, and like the amazing friend she is she went to your apartment without question.

Now this brings you to where you are now, sitting on the couch just having explained your relationship woes to Ellie. She listened intently as you spoke, she had a hunch but she didn’t know if she should verbalize her theory. She’s seen this in a lot of queer women; not being able to connect with men, not enjoying sex with men, thinking that they’re the issue and not their dating pool. She’s seen it in a few of her friends, hell even that Anderson asshole went through the same thing when she was with that one dick. So Ellie was pretty sure she knew exactly what the answer to your downfalls were.

“Maybe I’m just broken” Ellie heard how defeated your voice sounded and she looked at you.

“What? No. You’re not broken, maybe you’re just looking for love with the wrong people…” Ellie said trying to hint at what she meant without actually saying it hoping you would get what she meant.

You sighed and leaned into to the couch looking up at the ceiling, trying to keep your emotions at bay. “What do you mean wrong people? I’ve gone out with the smart guy, the jock, the bad boy, the quiet guy, that one weird guy who told me our genes will make good offspring, mid date.” You cringed as you remember the last guy, that was the most awkward moment of your life. You have never left a restaurant quicker than you did then.

“Yeesh yeah I remember that” Ellie also cringed as she remembers when you called her on the way home from that date.

“Well I mean maybe men are the problem” Ellie said looking over at you

“Okay so who am I supposed to date then?” You asked Ellie with a chuckle

Ellie fights the urge to either face palm or smack you upside the head. She loves you she really does but sometimes you didn’t have the shared brain cell.

“What I’m try to say is what if you tried dating women?” Ellie says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and later you’ll come to realize that it really was that obvious.

“Oh…oh!” It suddenly clicked, Ellie meant dating a woman…could you actually do that. You’d be lying if you said the thought didn’t cross your mind when you were younger, but with the views of your family and how the world was growing up you just kind of ignored that, threw yourself into obsessing over the latest “it boy” of Hollywood. But you were an adult, you were a grown woman you could date whoever the hell you wanted.

The idea was intriguing and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find some women that you’ve seen attractive, but what if it all just turns out the same.

“Well” you turn to look at Ellie after thinking for a moment “what if it all ends up the same. I go on a date with her and I just don’t feel anything, then I’m wasting hers and my time. What if I really am broken, incapable of love.” You voice your fears as you mess with a piece of fuzz on the couch.

“But what if you have an amazing date and realize that you aren’t broken, because you’re not. Even if you don’t fall in love that doesn’t mean you’re broken, nothing about you could ever be broken. Here I’ll tell you what, I got an idea.” Ellie says moving so that she’s sitting with her legs crossed on the couch and now across from you.

You look at her with a raised eyebrow, Ellie always had a knack for coming up with…interesting plans. The last “plan” she had involved a couple beers, a slip n slide, and Jesse ending up in a cast.

“Don’t give me that look I’m trying to help you here” she said in faux irritation

You raise your hands in surrender “okay whats your plan?” You ask her, wondering what plan she actually had to prove you’re not broken.

“We’re friends right? Best friends? And you trust me right?” Ellie asks and you nod along with her a bit confused.

“Yeah…?”

“Well what if you kiss me and see if it makes you feel any different”

“Kiss you?”

“Yeah, just kiss me. I’m not saying you have to kiss me with tongue I’m just saying a little peck.” Ellie explains nonchalantly as you look at her as if she had three heads.

“Kiss you… on the lips?” You were still trying to make sense of her idea

“No on my ass. Yes of course my lips. Listen if you really don’t want to I won’t force you but I figured maybe we can just test my theory, y’know I’m all about that science stuff. Make a hypothesis and now we have to test it.”

You eye her again before you agree with her. She is your best friend and she right it’s just a little kiss, best friends kiss all the time, at least they do in the movies. Besides it better to test it than to waste time on a date that will go no where and you trust Ellie.

“Okay, you’re right” you tell her nodding

“I’m always right.” She says with a cocky grin

“Just shut up and kiss me” you tell her with an exasperated sigh

Ellie takes note of the way you saying that seemed to make her heart skip a beat but she decided to ignore it. This meant nothing, it was just two friends helping each other.

Ellie leaned in and cupped your face, her warm and calluses hands made the soft skin of your face tingle beneath them. She leaned forward and you could feel her warm breath against your lips. Her green eyes met yours, your eyes flutter shut as she leaned In closer. The first feeling of her lips against yours made your breath hitch. You hesitatingly returned the kiss, still a bit awkward about it but you felt butterflies swarming in your stomach and your heart thumping in your chest. You didn’t feel uncomfortable and awkward like you usually do when being kissed. No, you felt giddy and weightless. You’ve never felt like this before.

Once Ellie pulled away you almost leaned forward to reconnect your lips, but you caught yourself. All you could do was look at her, gazing from her eyes back to her lips. You wanted more. Never have you wanted anything more than to feel her lips on yours again. It was like a switch flipped inside of you, like everything was finally making sense. Every homoerotic thought you’ve ever had that you’ve brushed away was finally coming back to you at full force.

It was never an issue with you, you weren’t broken, everyone who made you think that dating men was your only choice were the ones who were broken.

“Wow” is all you could say

“That good huh?” Ellie asked cocky little smirk back on her face.

You couldn’t speak all you could do was nod. Is this what it felt like? Did it always feel this good? Your stomach was still fluttering with butterflies and you still felt this giddiness that you couldn’t get rid of. As cheesy as it was it felt you were actually living for the first time, everything finally made sense.

“So does this mean I was right?” Ellie asks quite proud of herself.

You decide that you want to feel more of this, you want to feel her lips again, you want a true and proper kiss. You also want to wipe that cocky smirk off her face.

“Hmm I don’t know, don’t you have to conduct an experiment three times in order to confirm a hypothesis? Last time I checked that was only one.” You say with a new found confidence. You knew what you wanted, and you hoped Ellie wanted the same.

The smirk falls from Ellie’s face and she looks at you dumbstruck, she stumbles a bit over her words before she clears her throat.

“You know what you’re right. We need conclusive answers don’t we?” She asks leaning forward once again, smile on her lips.

“Hmm absolutely, don’t want to leave the results inconclusive” you agree as you pull her forward by fisting the front of her shirt. Your lips collide and sigh happily into the kiss. In a moment of bravery you glide your tongue against her bottom lip, Ellie hums into the kiss as she opens her mouth letting you deepen the kiss.

The more the both of you kissed it brought another question to your mind, did it feel like this all the time or did it feel like this because it was Ellie?

A/N: oh hey look I finally wrote something who would’ve thought. I got this request almost a month ago I’m so sorry anon! 🥺😢 please forgive me. It’s a tad bit different than exactly what you requested and I’m sorry for that but I still hope you enjoy it and I hope everyone else enjoys it too. Let me know what y’all think i feed off of attention

And as always love you all! 💖

Dividers are by @cafekitsune

And pics are not mine I got them from Pinterest