#marley knows best where to find him
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“freak-a-leek” by petey pablo for a jean and eren threesome if that’s okay plz
Freek-A-Leak
Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader x Jean Kirstein
Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.9k
cw: modern setting au, explicit language, p*rn w/no plot, smut – threesome, PIV sex (missionary), cunnilingus, blowjob, sex toy use, masturbation, cum-eating, dirty talk, sex without a condom, pet names (baby, sweetheart), reader has multiple orgasms, creampies, just some overall smutty silliness
Summary: You’re on a business trip with the two cockiest salesmen in your department: Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirstein. After a long day of dealing with them clashing over the silliest things, you decide to unwind in your hotel room the best way you know how.
Author’s Note: This is the last song on the y2k karaoke party playlist! Thank you so much for the request anon! I had fun with this! It’s all horny and just plain silly, so I hope you like it. Thank you so much for reading! MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.
It’s almost 10 PM when you finally make it back to your hotel room, completely spent from today’s activities. It’s the first day of the conference here in Marley and being stuck in the middle of Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirstein has proven to be much more exhausting than you anticipated.
You’re not completely convinced you needed to come on this business trip with them. After all, they’re the top two salesmen in your department, and this conference is solely for selling your product to new customers. Your boss, Hangë, encouraged you, the lead design engineer, to tag along in case they needed any technical support while demonstrating the ODM equipment. You were reluctant at first, but when they emphasized the fact that this trip would be completely paid for, including the lodging and food, how could you refuse?
Unfortunately for you, because of the two clashing personalities between Jean and Eren, you ended up playing mediator throughout the day rather than engineer. The two bickered as usual, from where to eat, to what side of the table they wanted to stand on. In front of the customers, they were professional and charismatic, no hint of animosity lingering around them. As soon as it was the three of you alone, it was nonstop arguing and snide remarks, with you doing your best to either ignore it or alleviate it until the next fight arose.
Luckily for you, Hangë set you up with your own room at the hotel while the other two shared the one right beside you. There’s an adjoining door for easy access into each other’s space and Jean begs you to open it when you first check in, not wanting a single moment alone with his temporary roommate. But after today’s festivities, you’re desperate for some private time by yourself.
Jean steps into your room, leaning against the doorframe. “So, should we watch a movie?” he suggests, still in his dress shirt, tie loosened around his collar.
Eren appears behind him, on his tip-toes to get your attention. “Why don’t we play video games instead?”
You yawn, shooing them away. “I’m exhausted, so I’m going to sleep.”
You try to shut the door on them, but Jean pushes back, persistent. “You’re not seriously going to leave me alone with him, are you?” He points his thumb to the man behind him.
Eren scoffs. “I don’t want to be alone with you either!”
“Dude, you are breathing down my neck! Give me some space.”
“Then move so I can talk to her!”
“It’s not your turn to talk!”
“Guys!” you yell, losing your patience. “I am tired. Try to get along so we can all get some sleep. Please?”
They grumble to themselves, shoving elbows at each other before they finally leave you alone, closing the door to give you your peace. You don’t bother locking in, certain they won’t be bothering you the rest of the night.
After a nice, hot shower, you get comfortable in your pajamas, rummaging through one of your pouches until you find what you’re looking for. After a long day with those two goofballs, the best way for you to relieve stress is to have a little playtime. You carry your vibrator with you to bed, one ear bud in, and your favorite naughty audio ready to play on your phone. Only five minutes in, with the fluttering tip pressed to your clit, it doesn’t take long for you to orgasm. Ready for another, you get distracted by the muffled voices of your neighbors, bickering once again. You pop your ear bud out, trying to hear whatever dumb topic they’re arguing about now. The toy is still vibrating in your hands, the tip wet with your arousal. You let your imagination wander, thinking of Jean and Eren just on the other side of the wall. Hot, heated, raring to go. Fantasizing about the nasty, filthy things they could do to you if they knew just how horny you are, pent up with sexual frustration from all the testosterone you were surrounded with today.
Suddenly, the door swings open and Eren stomps into the room, shouting your name. “Who do you find more annoying, me or him?!” Jean follows right on his tail, trying to grab him by the collar of his undershirt, hissing, “She’s sleeping, you dumbass!” They stop in their tracks, staring wide-eyed at you with your legs spread open on the bed, blanket shrugged off, vibrator buzzing in your hand. Completely exposed.
You quickly pull the covers over you, hiding the toy beneath your pillow, mortified. “What the fuck?!” you yell out to them.
Both of them gape at you, blushing all the way down to their necks, speechless for the first time all day. Their silence is louder than any squabbling they’ve done today, and you have no idea what to say to make this any less awkward than it already is.
Before you can think of another response, Eren clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey Jean. Bet I can make her come harder than you can.”
Jean glances at him, hesitant at first, then relaxes into a smirk. “Oh yeah? You’re on.”
Eren steps towards the bed, grinning at you. “What do you say? Will you help us?”
You stare at them, befuddled and also extremely intrigued by this offer. Deciding quickly, you nod at them, releasing the grip on the blanket. They both smile at you, putting a flutter in your belly. Eren laughs, tugging on the covers slowly. “Come on. You can’t hide from us now.”
Jean joins in, dragging it down your body until you’re on display again, pussy glistening from your first orgasm. They both swear under their breaths, Eren licking his lips while Jean bites his. “Fuck, did you already come?”
“Yeah, I did,” you answer, pussy aching to be touched by either one of them. Both of them.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Eren says, inching towards you. “You’re extra juicy for me, huh?”
“Why do you get to go first?” Jean butts in, scowling.
Eren positions himself at your arousal, his breath hot on your pussy as he replies, “I don’t want to lick your spit.”
“Well, I don’t want to lick yours either! Let me goes first.”
“Fuck you, I’m already here.”
“Then move!”
“Guys!” you cry out, bucking your hips, desperate for anything at this point. “Just hurry up and touch me. Please.”
Eren sticks his tongue out. “You heard her,” he muffles, licking circles around your clit. “Let’s make our girl feel good.”
Jean swallows hard, positioning himself beside you, puckering his lips around your nipples and sucking. You moan, arching your back off the bed, running your fingers through his hair. “Feels so good,” you whine, feeding your other breast to him. He latches on immediately, pulling your teat between his lips while Eren laps at your puffy clit. With your free hand, you grab hold of his hair, gripping it to pull him deeper into your cunt. Soon, you’re gushing on his face, rutting your hips against him while he swallows every drop of you.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Eren says, tongue prodding into your slit.
“I want a taste too,” Jean mutters, giving your nipple one last hard suck before he releases you with a wet pop.
“Not yet,” Eren murmurs, kissing the soft plush of your thighs.
Jean crawls to where he is, shoving him slightly to stick his face into your pussy. “It’s my turn, jackass.” He laps at your clit, determined to be better than his rival.
Eren laughs, collecting your slick slathered on his chin and lips with his fingers, licking it off. “Be honest, baby. Is he doing better than me?” He strips out of his bottoms, lying beside you, stroking his hard cock.
You squeeze your thighs around Jean’s head, bucking into his mouth, already close to your third climax. Your eyes go from Eren’s fist jerking himself off to Jean’s face shaking between your legs, eating you out feverishly. He teases a finger inside you and when you flutter around it, he slides in all the way, adding a second.
“No fair,” Eren breathes out, stroking himself faster.
Jean chuckles against your skin, sucking on your clit while he pumps his fingers in and out of you. You turn your head to face Eren, leaning towards him to kiss him sloppily. He cradles your cheek with his free hand, pulling you in deeper, tongue swirling around yours, slurping up your spit. Once again, you’re pushed over the edge, coming on Jean’s face this time, his nose pressed to your sensitive bud as he drinks up all the slick leaking out of you.
“Fuck me,” you beg, not directing it to anyone in particular.
Eren smiles against your mouth, licking your drool off the corners of your lips. “Go ahead, Jean. You can go first.”
Jean shoves his pants down, releasing his stiff cock, palming it. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” he says, kneeling next to your head, tracing your lips with the tip of his cock. “We’re having way too much fun right here, aren’t we sweetheart?” You nod in response, moaning around his dick as you sink your mouth on it, swallowing it until it’s to the back of your throat. “Fuck, you take it so good. You wanted to get fucked like this tonight, huh? Wanted to show us what a freak you are.”
Jean slides his cock inside you, stretching you out until he bottoms out. He spreads your legs apart, holding you open so he can pound straight into you. Eren’s focus goes from his own pleasure to his friend thrusting. “Fuck her harder, Jean.”
He obeys, picking up the pace, shoving himself deeper. You choke on your own moans, pulling off Eren to catch your breath. He cradles your face in his hands, massaging your cheeks tenderly. “You’re okay, sweetheart. Take a break. Just enjoy getting fucked by this fat cock.”
“Fuck,” Jean growls, closing his eyes. “I’m so close.”
Eren licks his lips, watching. “Don’t pull out. Fill her up.”
At that, Jean loses it, spurting his hot load inside you, your pussy fluttering around him. He pulls out, switching spots with Eren, snuggling up next to you to kiss you softly. You smile at him, whispering, “Thank you.”
He plants a smooch on your nose. “Thank you, baby.”
“Hey, don’t forget about me,” Eren says, guiding his hard cock inside you. “I’m going to fuck all this cum right back inside this cunt.”
You and Jean both moan, watching him fuck you with a devilish grin on his face. Jean reaches under the pillow, retrieving the toy you used earlier. “Can I use this on you?”
Incoherent and fucked out, you nod, desperate for whatever it is they want to offer to you. He presses the button, making the vibrator buzz in his grip, pressing the fluttering tip to your clit while Eren continues to ravish you. His eyes widen when he sees what Jean’s doing. “Oh shit. She’s squeezing me so fucking tight.”
You’re in a drunken daze, trembling all over your body from the pleasure, whimpering uncontrollably with Jean toying with your clit as Eren fucks your brains out. When you reach your final climax, Eren comes with you, burying his cum deep inside your womb. You’re stuffed to the brim with both their loads, feeling exhausted and euphoric.
Eren pulls out, cuddling up to your other side, kissing your forehead. Jean sets the vibrator aside, spooning you from the back. You relax in their arms, actually happy to be stuck in the middle of them for once.
After a moment of comfortable silence, Eren asks jokingly, “So…who won?”
“Obviously me,” Jean grins, kissing your neck.
You laugh, snuggling closer to the both of them. “I think I’m the real winner here.”
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reflections
tags: armin x reader, reader is an artist, reader uses she/her pronouns, takes place during the tent party in marley, mutual crushing, drunk confession
warnings: inebriation
words: 2.4k
★ Tucked into the corner of a drunken party, drawing a secret of your own, Armin finds you; more importantly, he finds a reflection of him on paper, crafted carefully by your hands, and you do not even try to resist his plea to let him see.
★ Or the one in which Armin has terrible alcohol metabolism, your heart comes this much closer to a stroke, and an intervention is required to resolve the mess that comes to.
He'd been so silent. Akin to a mouse. By the time she noticed him, quiet and solemn, towering over her shoulder, the drawing had been almost finished.
And he was staring at it. At her.
She didn't even have time to yelp in surprise. Her body froze when she saw him, his shadow spreading like ink over her journal, and an odd sort of shock coiled through her muscles as she looked back. Heat sinking into her cheeks, breath stuttering, she felt herself grasp at the leatherbind in her hands, so tightly it almost hurt.
Watching him now, staring back at him, she doesn't say anything. He stands there, one shoulder leaning his weight on the wooden frame of the tent, and she knows he can see her skin grow flushed.
In truth, she shouldn't have startled this much. She knows that. He always does this. He always finds her, no matter where she may hide.
Finally, voice deliberately slow and eyes cast down at her, he tells her: "I feel like I should apologise."
She opens her mouth. She thinks to say – what? To admonish him? She thinks to snap her journal shut, or to leave with an indignation. But there he stands still, watching her with that darling, repentant glint in his eye, and who is she to stay mad at him, or to grow upset with him in the first place? She simply sighs, waving her hand at him, waiting for him to sit beside.
"I'm sorry," he says, smile all sheep and no teeth, and she scoots over for him. "I noticed you were gone, and–"
"–And you went ahead to try and find me–"
"–And then I saw you here, drawing your heart away. I thought to call out, and, well.." His eyes cast down, lingering on the drawing laying helplessly in her lap. "I'm sorry." He looks back in her eyes, face earnest and shoulders tight. "I know how private you are about your drawings, I know I should have asked."
She can't help the sigh that leaves her. Looking at him, feeling him press against her shoulder so tentatively, she really can't be upset with him – even if she tried. "It's fine."
And he knows this. Of course he does. Armin grins at her, bordering on something someone else could call impish. "Am I forgiven?"
"Don't push your luck," she warns, and he laughs, loud and indelicate, and it sounds so delightful that she can't help but laugh with him, filled with an odd murmuration within her heart at how close he is sitting to her.
Then his eyes linger on the drawing again, and she can tell he tries to be subtle about it, or to resist it. She pushes the journal into his lap, his eyelashes fluttering with a soft panic. "You don't have to," he murmurs, his fingers curling delicately around the edge of the leather.
"It's okay," she tells him, just as gently. "You can look. You've already seen the most of it anyway."
And he does. This time, with a careful hold and a soft, with an amused smile curling at the edge of his lips, he looks at it unabashedly, eyes roving through the lines. "If I ask, will you tell me?" He asks, tone playful, outshined by the happy flush on his cheeks, and he chuckles when she sighs.
She thinks about lying. She wonders, for a moment, if it would be the best course of action. But he does not look back at her as she thinks to herself; instead, he looks ahead, at the journal in his hands, over and over, as if it were magical, or something he wanted – needed, desperately – to commit to memory. So instead, timidly, she admits: "You looked so happy. I couldn't let it pass by. I wanted to save it." And even as she says it, so awfully earnest and open, she thinks perhaps she should have kept her mouth shut. She feels breathless, almost vulnerable as she sees him close the journal shut at her words, as she watches him raise his eyes and look at her, eyes wide and simmering with something that she can't quite read. Then she watches, panicked, as his lips part, as he inhales, words ready on the precipice of his tongue, so instead she tells him: "You can look through the rest."
He blinks at her. Her words swim and sink into him, and then he is closer to her, so much closer, loud and exuberant. Clutching tightly at the journal, he asks her: "Really? I can see?"
Her heart skips a beat. Loathe as she may, it does; for a moment, he is so close she can smell the sweet wine on his breath. Watching the spark burst and sizzle in his gaze, she feels her panic die, dragging her hesitation with it. "Of course you can," she finds herself breathing out, watching, with a private, quiet satisfaction, as he pulls her journal open with that sheer, pulsating delight.
And he does. He does look. Fingers ghosting reverently over each page, she watches as his joy changes, morphing into a strange sort of awe that has his eyes transfixed on each stroke of her pencil. His hands follow the lines, some more delicate than others, but he never touches them, not once. She can see it in the way he holds the corners of each page; he is wary of them, of tarnishing them, as if his touch could somehow ruin them, despite the charcoal and graphite having been smudged by the years of wear already.
"You drew all of them," he breathes then, taking her back to the reality before her. "All of them. Ymir, Reiner, Berthold. Annie. Even Erwin." He flips another page, his chest rising heavily as he inhales, a quiet reverie passing between them as he flips and flips the pages, the reflections of their peers and their seniors, the dead and the living, staring back at him – at the both of them. "None of them knew, did they?"
"Annie caught me once," she admits, pulling her knees to her chest. "Made me show her. I think she liked it."
He chuckles. He doesn't look back at her, flipping through the pages slowly and attentively. She continues to watch him, too: feeling brazen, bold, as if she were taking something in return, a sort of penance for allowing him to have this. It stretches and stretches, this quiet exchange, until he pauses, swiftly and suddenly. It is an odd pause, a stretching one, and she knows what he sees. He doesn't say it, he hasn't once this whole time – but she knows.
"I remember this," he says eventually, lingering on the page. "Six years ago. In Trost."
She hums in response. As the man sits by her side, enveloped in the years of graphite she has put down into these pages, his reflection as a boy from six years back looks back at him, smiling wide and bright. This one, it used to be a favourite of hers. In a way, it still is.
She tries not to blush, or to begin explaining herself. She wonders if he will say it –– if he will ask her, finally, if he will wonder out loud why her journal is filled not just with their friends, but with him; him, and him, over and over again, hiding in every nook and cranny of the paper she had once felt too treasured to tarnish with her drawings. He had not said it yet, but there he is now, paused mid–journal and staring without a word.
She waits for it; she thinks she is ready for it. But he doesn't say a word. He turns to her, smiling kindly, softly, and instead of curiosity she sees a sadness in his eyes, deep–rooted and strange and almost sorrowful, and it is all that takes for her heart to flip upside down.
"What's wrong?" She asks, hand steady on his elbow, and he only blinks at her in return.
His gaze falls. He looks down, face growing even more somber, and looking at him like this, she almost grows desperate. She waits, hand unwavering on his arm, and eventually he tells her: "I look so much happier. In your drawings. I guess it's just.. Odd. An odd feeling, that is. A lot has changed."
She wishes she could erase it. Take the pain from his voice, spread white paint over it until it is gone, until it is sparkling clean and bright.
She knows she can't. She can't do that – neither would he allow it. So instead, she scoots closer, leaning her side into his. They sit in silence, and she feels a warmth undulate from him; one she tries to not think of, to ignore, until she feels his head lean on hers, heavy and weighted.
Her hand travels to the page he's on. It ghosts over her drawing, watching the boy memorialised in it with the man beside her.
"I think that can be said about the lot of us," she says quietly, and he sighs, his breath stuttering in his lungs. "All of us have gone through changes. I see it. Perhaps they don't, but they're all here. All versions of them." She traces her finger over his hair, a deep gray within the page. "Including you." For a moment, they are silent. Her hand on the page, his own at the edge of it, untouching. "Why'd you cut your hair?" She asks quietly, wondering out loud, suffocating from the feeling of him so close, so warm – his hand just out of her reach, tracing the edge of her journal.
For a time, he doesn't reply. He leans on her, and he is so heavy, so quiet, that she thinks he may have fallen asleep, driven to exhaustion by the excitement and the drinks.
Then he tells her, so softly, so weakly: "Don't laugh."
"Of course not."
He does not pull away when he tells her why. He stays leaning on her, hiding his face from her, his breath hitching quietly once in a while, as if he were short of breath. "I thought I could be more like him. Erwin. If I'd cut my hair, if I wore my uniform like he did, if I talked more like him. I think, I.. I think a part of me feels indebted in a way I can't really repay. So I've got to, you know.. Fill his shoes. Make up for it. Something."
"Armin," she begins softly, leaning away, looking to turn towards him, reach to him, and then she freezes, muscles tight as she sees the tears streaming down his cheek, the skin red and blotchy.
"I.. I don't know. It's stupid. Fuck." Did she hear that right? "I know. I know, that's not how it works." He brings his hands to his eyes, pressing deep, urging his eyes to stop.
She flusters. Pulling herself straight, she crawls to him, her hand closing around his wrist. "Armin–"
"It's so stupid," he interrupts her, and she sees it now – the dragging of his breath, the red sheen on his skin; he looks at her, eyes wide and glistening, tears never–ending.
"Armin, that's not.. How much have you had to drink? Armin," she calls, wiping at his tears, and he sniffles, and then he hiccups, honest to Rose. "Oh, Armin," she says, cooing desperately, pained at the sight of the boy in front of her.
Armin is drunk. Armin is drunk, and now he is clutching at her hand, and he is weeping into it, words incoherent and slurred through the tears and the alcohol that must be hitting him belatedly, over and over and over again.
And she thinks it will be that, she thinks it will fizzle out; his cries will soon ebb, and he'll tire himself out, and until then she will stay here, wiping his tears, letting him hold onto her hand as tightly as he needs – even if it's bruising.
But he has other plans. Of course, this is Armin; when are his plans orthodox?
He pulls at her, both hands in his grasp, and he is looking up at her now, eyes wide and pleading. "I didn't even thank you. I'm sorry. Your drawings are so pretty." She can't think. He is so close to her once more, and her heart is going rabid, wild at the sight of him like this. She can't even wipe his tears, not with both hands in his hold. "And you're so pretty," he cries more, small, pitiful wails shaking his entire frame.
"What?" She squeaks out, embarrassed and out of her wits, and it takes all of her self–restraint to not scream bloody murder when a crack echoes through the tent, the cloth dividing them from the rest pulled open.
"What the bloody walls is going on here?" Eren asks, laughter bubbling out of him.
In mere seconds Mikasa is towering over the both of them, eyes cast in a glare that makes her whole skin crawl with a panic, and before she can even open her mouth to say a single word, she feels Armin tug at her tighter, crying out the woman's name.
"Mikasa," he sobs, cheeks glistening and tongue stumbling over itself. "Mikasa, she's so nice to me. Did you know? She's.." she watches as Mikasa sighs, kneeling to try and peel Armin’s desperate hands from her. The man sniffles in return, refusing to let go. "She's so pretty!" He cries out.
Mikasa curses, putting effort into prying his hands off, and Eren laughs and laughs, scarlet in the cheeks. "You had to get piss drunk to finally tell her that?" He bursts out, bending down in hysterics.
"Armin, I swear.. I didn't raise you to be like this," Mikasa says, hauling the crying boy over her shoulder with an impressive force. Then the woman turns to her, cheeks red not in amusement but in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry," she says, looking over her with care.
"No! It's fine," she replies, standing quickly. "I mean– Mikasa, I think you really need to put him down. Like, right now. Immediately. Mika–"
"Ohhh," comes a thin wail. "I'm going to be.. I'm gonna be sick."
"Mikasa–"
"Oh, walls."
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SEVEN - 004
PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader
SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[2.9k] based on 1x04.
WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mild violence, detainment
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A/N‧₊˚ The shortest and most boooooring chapter to date but it's for a reason :(. And to make up for it (and the late post). I'll post chapter 5 much earlier than intended (AND THAT'S THE MIDSUMMERS CHAPTER WOOO).
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AND WITHIN MINUTES ALL THAT HOPE DIED. There was no gold. Just a shipwreck. The drone passed over the entire thing three times and nothing. The metal detector didn’t make a single sound.
“Just pull the damn thing up.” John B said, frustrated. “Somebody beat us to it.”
“Or it was never there.” JJ muttered, steering the boat back in the direction you’d come.
WAKING UP TO MARLEY LICKING YOUR FACE WASN’T AN UNCOMMON OCCURRENCE, you assumed it’d just felt so unfamiliar because of the fact that you hadn’t slept in your own bed the last few days since this whole gold rush started. You groaned, lightly pushing the dog away from you with your palm.
“I’m awake, Marls…” You groaned out sleepily, rolling off of your bed with a grunt as you hit the floor, your side still sore from the events of yesterday. The pain was mostly gone, all that remained being a tenderness and slight redness surrounding the area.
Rolling onto your back and sitting up, you pet the chipper animal as she snuggled up under you. “Jesus, your morning breath is worse than mine.” You said, face twisting. Reaching for your phone as you scratched the top of her head, you saw that it was close to noon, you sighed, getting up and walking downstairs to get your day started.
You were surprised to find your mother shifting through documents on the kitchen island when you got there, slowing in your steps. “Hey, mom…” You said, eyeing the woman as you opened the fridge to pull out the milk. She merely glanced up at you, before averting her eyes back down to the documents in front of her.
“Morning.” She muttered. You faced away from her, hearing the pen she was writing with hit the counter as you walked to the side and grabbed the cereal from the pantry. “Did you hear about Topper’s boat?”
You bit your lip, completely forgetting about that. Realizing you hadn't responded and stood frozen in place, you cleared your throat and continued making your breakfast. “No, what happened?” You asked, faking obliviousness and pouring the cereal into a bowl, now facing her again. She had the papers in her hands, reading glasses sitting low atop her nose as her eyes scanned the pages as she spoke.
“He and Mrs.Thornton found it sunken this morning. What a waste of money. I hear it was brand-new.”
“Yeah, well, it’s Topper.” You remembered, pouring the milk over the colorful pellets of food. “Him and his friends aren’t exactly known for being careful.” You muttered with disdain.
“Speaking of caution,” The woman began, clasping her hands in front of her. “I had an interesting meeting with Sheriff Peterkin and Shoupe. They said John B was being chased through town by some dangerous men earlier in the week and he apparently ran from his social worker when she went to pick him up this morning. Do you know what’s going on with him?”
“I don’t know, Mom, maybe the fact that his dad went missing and DCS has been trying to drop him into the system ever since?”
All she could do was sigh. “John B’s father is gone. It’s been almost a year. He needs to accept that and move on.”
“...He needs to just accept the fact that his dad is gone? Do you hear yourself, right now?”
“Listen, I don’t have the energy to argue with you, right now. If you see him or know where he is, it’d be very much appreciated if you could tell Shoupe or Peterkin so they can alert his social worker-”
You scoffed, looking your mother in her eyes. “I'm not doing that. You're crazy if you think I'm going to help you and your cop friends put one of my best friends into foster care-”
“Excuse me?” Your mother was baffled at your tone. But it seemed like everytime you came home recently, on the rare occasion that you did, she always had questions. Scratch questions, accusations. And in your mind, either she knew something or she just wanted reasons to be on your ass. “I don't know what's gotten into you recently. If your father could see you now-”
“No, mom,” You cut her off shortly. “If only he could see you.” You spat, making your way back up the stairs, bowl of cereal in hand, slamming the door behind you.
“AREN’T YOU GLAD I MADE YOU COME?” Kie asked cheerfully, carrying a cooler full of snacks and drinks while you laid out a blanket on top of the grass, JJ and Pope unfolding lawn chairs to sit in. Kie had rounded you all up to see a movie in the park with her. You’d already informed them of the reason for John B’s absence, seeing as this isn’t his first marathon from DCS. If he got away successfully, per usual, you all would be seeing him by tomorrow.
“My couch was pretty comfy, I’ll be honest.” JJ replied. While Kiara was preoccupied, Pope whispered to JJ, but you could still hear them.
“We are in enemy territory. Way out of the green zone, man.” He was visibly anxious, eyes fleeting all across the crowd of people that littered the lawn.
“Dude, tranquilo, okay?” JJ tried to calm him.
“We are in the middle of Kooklandia.” He hissed. “This is the last place I wanted to be.” He ranted, the two boys not even noticing when Kiara got up to go get drinks.
“Shut up. Both of you.” You reprimanded, sternly. “God, you have the worst poker faces I’ve ever seen.”
“They could be lurking in the bushes right now, we don’t know.” Pope tried to make you understand.
“Dude, just chill out.” JJ said. Just then, Kie had come back, four cans of soda in her arms that she distributed evenly amongst the group of you.
“Just saw Rafe,” The name alone sends a small wave of chills down your spine. “He said to ‘tell your girl that we know what she and your boy did’. What does that mean?” Her eyes fleeted towards you for the most part.
“Where is he?” You questioned without hesitation.
“Right there,” She motioned behind her, prompting you to whip your head around to where Topper, Rafe, and Kelce stood menacingly by a tree, sipping on beers. Even from that distance, you could tell he was staring dead at you. It brought back so many unwanted feelings and memories, so badly it made your head hurt.
“Great, the whole death squad.” Pope’s voice cracked.
“Hey,” Kiara’s voice called from beside you, just loud enough for only you to hear. You turned back to face her. “What’s going on? Is he still bothering you? Is it about what happened-”
“No, it’s not.” You were quick to cut her off in case the guys were listening. “It’s not about that.” You said sternly, tuning back into JJ and Pope’s conversation.
“If they corner me, I’m comin’ out swingin. I’m on edge right now.” JJ spoke seriously. “If that doesn’t work, I got this right here.” He assured, holding up his backpack that looked mostly empty but oddly heavy.
“JJ, please tell me you did not bring a gun here. JJ, there are kids!” Kie started, being oddly loud for not wanting people to know that JJ may or may not have brought a gun.
“I didn’t bring the gun, Kiara. Everything’s fine.” He tried to calm her.
“That’s really convincing.” She said, voice full of sarcasm. “...What happened? What did you guys do?” She asked, eyes going back and forth between the three of you that remained quiet. “Founding principle, no secrets among pogues. What is Rafe talking about?”
“Kie,” Pope started, voice low. “It might go down tonight.”
YOU ALL WERE A GOOD WAY INTO THE MOVIE AT THIS POINT, the sun had gone down and the air had cooled. The only sounds filling your ears were the movie playing and crickets in the trees. You were sitting in between JJ’s legs, using the base of his lawn chair as a backrest to ease the pain on your side from trying to keep yourself up. You’d heard him and Pope whispering but paid no mind until the blonde was tapping your shoulder, signaling that he was getting up.
“Where are you guys going?” You questioned, looking up at him and adjusting the chair from where it had slipped behind you once he got up.
“We gotta wring it out.”
“Together?” Kie asked.
“It’s bro code. Bro’s who piss together…” He struggled to find a rhyme with the made-up honor code. “...stick together. We’ll be right back.” You watched as the pair of boys crouched, creeping through the crowd and over to a tree next to the projector screen. You questioned why they didn’t head to the actual bathrooms but quickly got your answer with a quick glance back, seeing Rafe and his goons blocking it.
“Now, do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Kie whispered.
You sighed, curling in on yourself slightly. “Trust me, it’s better if you don’t know.” The girl scoffed and shook her head.
“Do the guys know? About what happened?”
“No. Why would they?”
“Do you ever plan on telling them?” You rolled your eyes, starting to get frustrated.
“No, Kie, I don’t. I’d like to forget it ever happened, if that’s okay with you.” You snapped, silence falling over the two of you as the movie continued to play.
You assumed maybe a handful of minutes had gone by before you noticed the guys hadn’t come back yet and one weary glance behind you told you all you needed to know — Rafe, Kelce, and Topper were gone, too.
You immediately shook Kie’s arm, startling the poor girl.
“What? What is it?”
“We need to go. Now.” Was all you said before you got up, taking JJ’s bag with you as you and Kie swiftly walked in the direction the guys had gone earlier so as to not alarm any movie viewers. Coming around the back of the projector screen, you were met with a brutal scene in front of you — Kelce held JJ by his arms as Rafe delivered blow after blow to his face while Topper beat up Pope.
“Let go of him! Fascist asshole!” Kie yelled as she whacked Topper in the back over and over. You made a b-line for Rafe, throwing JJ’s bag down and jumping onto the boy’s back, wounding your arms around his neck, allowing JJ an open opportunity to push Kelce off of him.
“Leave him alone, Rafe!” You screeched.
“You don’t wanna do this, sunshine!” He yelled back, throwing you off of his back and onto the grass. Just like yesterday, you were on your back as he stared down at you, breathing heavily. “I’m being nice. Only ‘cause you’re my favorite.” He smirked, huffing with blood in the corner of his lip before turning back to JJ.
You rolled on your side in the grass to see Topper choking out Pope only after having seen him throw Kiara to the ground. JJ had Rafe handled. You reached for JJ’s bag that had been abandoned, flipping it open to reveal the gun and a lighter. Your eyes went back and forth between the gun and Topper, who had Pope in a deadly chokehold at this point.
You wanted to do it, so bad.
But a gun to a Kook's head was what caused all of this in the first place, so you dismissed the thought, kicking the lighter over to Kie, the object hitting the sole of her shoe.
The girl looked down at the lighter and then at you, you motioned towards the projector screen and she caught on quickly. It wasn’t long before the projector screen was going up in flames, scaring the movie guests and breaking up the fight, spooking the guys. Topper released Pope as JJ pushed Kelce back once more, Rafe stood off in the middle of the four guys, staring directly at you as you got up.
When he snapped out of whatever trance he was in, he gathered up Topper and Kelce and fled the scene. Kie helped Pope up as you turned your attention to JJ. He was fixing his clothes but you didn’t miss the scars on his cheek and bottom lip.
“Are you okay?” You asked frantically, eyes roaming his entire face for any more cuts.
“Fine, I’m fine.” He calmed you as you laid a hand on his shoulder before trailing it up to the back of his neck, but he looked like he wanted to say something. Like he was thinking extremely hard.
“C’mon, let’s go.” You urged the rest of your group, leaving before the fire department and cops inevitably made their appearance.
“I JUST ACTED OFF INSTINCT, MAN. I WAS A CORNERED ANIMAL.” Pope told JJ as he restocked some items on the shelves inside of Heyward’s. It was the next morning but you were all still on edge about the fight last night. It was clear now that Topper knew Pope and yourself were the ones who sank his boat and you were just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Don’t feel bad, dude. It was three of them and two of us.” JJ tried to remedy it. “That’s some typical Kook shit right there.”
“Hell yeah.” Kie agreed.
“Hey Pope,” Heyward’s voice rang out in the small crab-shack, towel slung over the older man’s shoulder. “There’s someone here to see you.” He motioned behind him, Deputy Shoupe making his appearance.
Pope’s posture immediately straightened, his eyes going wide as the shop went silent with Shoupe’s arrival. “Evening, officer.” He barely got out. Shoupe’s eyes went between you and Pope before replying.
“You’re both here. Great.” He said, reaching into his holster. “I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property. For both of you.”
“Woah, woah, woah…” Heyward was stunned as he stood back and watched the scene play out in front of him.
“Keep your hands on the counter where I can see ‘em.” Shoupe handcuffed Pope first, the boy putting up no fight in his daze. He looked like he’d faint any moment.
“Shoupe, what’d they do?!” Heyward tried again.
“Look at the warrant.” Was all the deputy offered in response, remaining stoic. Once Pope was secure, he moved onto you, looking you in the eyes somewhat pitifully before beckoning for you to turn around and put your hands behind your back. Heyward, Kiara, and JJ were causing commotion, talking over one another as he secured you in handcuffs.
“Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney…” He continued but you could barely hear him as he single-handedly guided both you and Pope out of Heyward’s Seafood. Pope’s father, JJ, and Kie follow close behind.
“Shoupe, it was just me.” You tried, craning your neck to look at the officer. “Pope didn’t do anything.”
“Nice try, kiddo. But there were two people on that boat, caught it on camera. And your face is as clear as day.” He dismissed you.
“It was me!” JJ yelled, causing Shoupe to stop in his tracks. The three of you turned around to look at the blonde. “...Pope tried to talk us out of it. But Y/N and I were just too mad because they’d just been beaten up. I was so sick of those Figure Eight assholes." He spoke convincingly, eyes landing on Pope's ashamed figure. "I can’t let you take the blame for something I did.” JJ was now right in front of Pope, looking the boy dead in his eyes. “You’ve got too much to lose.”
“JJ, what’re you doing?” Pope said hushed but still aggressive.
“I’m telling the truth, for once in my damn life.” He said without much hesitation at all. “I took his old man’s boat, too.”
“What the hell…” Heyward looked crazily at the blonde boy.
“He’s a good kid.” JJ told Shoupe. “...You know where I’m from.” Shoupe nodded lightly, agreeing with the statement before his attention was on you and Pope.
“That the whole truth, Pope?” Shoupe inquired, cocking an unbelievable eyebrow.
He seemed to ponder on it before gulping heavily and nodding his head shakily, looking at JJ one last time. “Yeah…that," He huffed. "That covers it.”
YOU’D NEVER SEEN THE INSIDE OF A JAIL CELL, not that you ever planned on it. It was suffocating. The walls, the color of the walls, the dingy bars, the stale air. You felt like a caged animal, an unwelcome chill making the experience that much more unbearable.
You and JJ sat across from one another — on the floor, legs bent underneath with your heads thrown back.
“Why’d you do it?” You questioned, your voice echoing out within the cell. "Take the fall, I mean..."
“I couldn’t let Pope go down for it.” His raspy voice replied. “I would’ve taken the fall for you both. But I heard Shoupe, they had footage of two people and your face was ‘as clear as day’.” He mocked the older man’s southern twang.
The action made you chuckle, craning your head down to look at him, not aware that he was already looking at you.
You sighed, shaking your head and running fingers through the base of your hair. “I should’ve never suggested it in the first place. I knew it was a stupid idea, I just wasn’t in the right headspace…”
“Because of Rafe?” The question made your heart stop, eyes jumping up to his before fleeting to the ground. “It’s not hard to notice. He clearly knows you, knows you. But I just…can’t put the pieces together. What happened between you two?”
You looked down at your hands that were now wound around your knees, your fingers fiddling with each other. “A lot of things happened, when I first moved to Figure Eight and fell in with Kiara and I’s old friend group. Let’s just... leave it at that.”
The blonde was looking at you like he wanted to press for more information and you knew one day he would, and with the way recent events have played out? That day might come sooner than you were comfortable with. But for right now, you just couldn’t wait until you got out of this cell. Somehow.
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chapter 2: number 6
it was now saturday, and you, your best friend, genesis and your parents were almost at the football stadium. the game started at 2 pm, and the titans stadium was about 3 hours from your neighborhood, so you guys had left the house at 10:30 am. you and gen had slept for a while, and then woke up and did your makeup in the car.
your older brother, kade, was a freshman in university. he was a star player in high school, and had been scouted by one of the top university football teams in the country, the trost titans. he was a quarterback, and had been playing football since you were little kids.
the drive was long. after hours, your mom finally arrived and parked the car in the stadium’s parking lot. “finally.” you sighed, making genesis giggle and nod her head. “are you girls ready?” your mother asked. “yes,” you both answered and finally left the car seats and stretched.
you four soon made your way to the stadium’s entrance. the stadium was packed with people. most were clad in red or black, making it known that they were rooting for the titans. there were others wearing yellow, representing the marley commanders.
“i’m excited!” your mother exclaimed, to which your dad agreed. “we haven’t seen kade play since high school.”
“dad, you’re acting as if he was in high school 10 years ago.” he rolled his eyes. sassy. “it felt like it.” he then took out his phone to call kade, to let him know that you guys had arrived to the stadium.
a few minutes later, your brother ran over and hugged everyone, including genesis. you and genesis had been attached to the hip since you met in first grade. genesis was considered apart of the l/n family, and kade viewed her as an annoying younger sister, just like you.
“hey man, you ready?” your dad questioned, patting his son’s back. he smiled. “game starts in 15 minutes, i gotta be.” your mother held his face in her hands and smiled. “my baby, you’re gonna do great!” she exclaimed, confident that her son was gonna succeed. “thank you, ma.”
“yo, kd, coach called you!” one of his teammates shouted. “ight! i’m coming!” he responded. he looked at his family and grinned. “imma make ya’ll proud!” he said, giving you, mom and genesis a kiss on the cheek, and one last hug to dad, before he left. “okay! let’s go find our seats!”
the game had been going on for a while, and it was now the ending of the fourth quarter. the titans had 17 points, while the commanders had 7. they were leading by 10. the titans, and kade were doing amazing, but the job was not done. there was still 6 minutes left in the game.
your brother, along with another guy, number 6, on the titans had scored 12 of those 17 points, getting two touchdowns together. they were clearly a dynamic duo, and were doing extremely well together, along with the rest of the team.
“kade and that number 6 are amazing together.” your dad said, and your mom nodded.
the game had ended, and kade and number 6 had scored another touchdown. the final score was 24-7. kade had kept his promise, his performance making your parents, along with you proud. you and your family had gone down near the field to congratulate him on his win. he was doing an interview before he spotted you guys, smiled and made his way over.
“you did amazing out there!” your mom told him, and kissed him on the cheek. your dad nodded along, “we’re so proud of you, kay.” he ruffled his curls. he then opened his arms for you and genesis and asked, “what about ya’ll? where’s my congratulations?” you both rolled your eyes but gave him a hug and congratulated him. “you were actually insane out there!” genesis said.
kade looked back to his teammates and their families and beckoned one of them over. “yo, jay! come here!” it was number 6. as he walked over without his helmet on, you and genesis looked at each other. he was fine. he had fluffy brown hair, which was a little damp from the sweat that had accumulated during the game. his eyes were brown, with smudged eye black underneath and a sharp jawline.
“mom, dad, this is jean,” kade ruffled his hair, and jean smacked his hand. “he’s my number one receiver, and my roommate.” jean smiled at your parents. “nice to meet you, your son has gotta be the best quarterback i’ve ever played with.”
your parents grinned. “jean, you were incredible!” your mom complemented, which made the brunette smile, displaying his pearly white teeth. “thank you, mrs. l/n!” he continued talking to your parents, before kade brought him over to you and gen, who were whispering about him.
“genesis. y/n. this is jean, my teammate.” kade introduced. “jean. these are my sisters.” jean made eye contact with you and grinned. his smile was gorgeous. you almost folded right there and then.
“hey, jean. congrats on the win! you guys were great out there!” you smiled back at him. “thank you, y/n.” he winked. genesis nudged you with her elbow and mouthed ‘oh my god’.
“so you guys gonna celebrate the big win?” your best friend asked. jean nodded. “yeah. one of our buddies is having a party later.” he gestured to one of his teammates. “my guy eren throws the best parties, i swear.”
“yo, you two should come!”
“hell yeah!” genesis exclaimed, the same time as kade said “hell nah.”
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𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑰𝑺 𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑾𝑨𝑹 - 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
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synopsis after the rumbling, you found yourself on your feet in your home town. you have a completely new life - you’re watching your country be built again and now you have a fiancé! what happens when a man from your past reaches out to you via letter?
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His air fills your nose as you press against him. Your breaths are labored from placing your lips where you can, hands frantic.
The adrenaline lowers and you're both back to your senses. Your clothes are scattered everywhere on your bedroom floor. He lowers you onto the bed, his heavy hands resting on your lower back as you arch into the sheets. His lips love on your collarbones and find their way to your belly button. You shudder as he moves lower and lower until that wave of unfamiliar excitement washes over you.
You're breathing heavily as he places kisses all over your face and body. He takes care of you at the end; he makes sure you're clean, warm, and comfortable. You enjoyed your night; never had you thought you'd fall head over heels for a man you met just a few days ago but here you are.
You watched as he went between putting on his clothes and looking for items he was missing. Once he was fully clothed, it finally hit you that he didn't have plans to stay the night. Your body shot up from the bed. "Jean..." Your voice trails off, pleading.
He looks over his shoulder. He finishes his look by putting his fedora on. "You know I'd love to stay...but I have somewhere to be." Regret travels through Jean's voice. He turns away from you, pretending to fix his tie.
His shoulders are tense. He takes a few deep breaths before looking at you once more. "Tonight will be my last night seeing you." The satisfaction from the night immediately vanished. Your confusion is loud. Jean sighs as he continues to straighten himself out. "I can't explain it to you now but within the next few days...months, it'll all make sense..." In the soft candlelight in your bedroom, you can see the sadness in his eyes. You wanted to question him but considering the look on his face, you decide that it's probably best for you not to know.
You can't watch him. Jean opens the front door; under the door frame, he looks at your back. He opens his mouth but closes it instead. There was no point. He'd never see you again.
After his exit, you contemplated the possible explanation for his exit. It all didn't come together until weeks after the new year of 854 when Paradis launched its attack on Marley.
Spring 857
To whom it may concern,
I didn't think it'd be appropriate to address this letter with 'Dear Ms. L/N' considering our history and the events after but I still felt the need to reach out to you.
It's been four years now? Or at least approaching four years, considering our meeting was in the summer.
I owe you an explanation. I am a Subject of Ymir from Paradis Island. At the period that we met, I was on a trip with other Subjects; it was our first time off of the island. We were there, curious about our enemies and how our military forces should move forward. I met you and you know the rest of that story. Other than my constant visits with you, I and a few others sat through countless meetings hearing about how we Subjects couldn't be "cured" or "forgiven" of our crimes.
Meeting you wasn't on my agenda. No one knew about you. During that time. I felt like the world felt like it was crashing down on me and then came you, my short-lived saving grace.
Because of my actions during the Rumbling, my home, Paradis, has outcasted me and considered me a traitor for being one of the pieces that stopped it. I live life as a Peace Ambassador now. I've been all over the place - helping rebuild cities and building connections with refugees who are still working on getting their lives back. I do live in Paradis from time to time. My mother still lives there.
I learned about you from asking around. I'm so grateful that you evaded the Rumbling. I don't know how I would feel if you passed.
Longing to see you,
Jean Kirstein, Alliance Peace Ambassador
Mister Ambassador,
Hi. Thank you for reaching out to me. It's been a very long time and I've struggled. Went from being a woman who traveled regularly to being trapped because of the bombs and titans that were dropped everywhere. I am lucky that I have made it out with my life.
Now that I have a proper explanation, I don't feel as upset as I did seeing your letter in my mailbox. I am glad you are safe for the most part.
I am with someone. Set to be married within the next few months if life in Anahg, or the Southern Nations as the world calls it now, improves slightly more. My fiancé's name is Sebas Abe. Considering that you're from Paradis, I don't know how much you know, but he was an important political figure and diplomat for Hizuru. He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time during, what you call, the Rumbling. He's a part of the rebuilding process here in Anahg but he misses his diplomat job dearly. He loved traveling the world, so he told me.
I'm curious, how is life in Paradis? Considering you're a traitor?
Y/N L/N
Miss L/N,
Beautiful last name. I didn't mean to come on so hard in my first letter. Congratulations on your engagement, you deserve it. I am also sorry about everything you've been through. If you don't mind me asking, what happened on your end? If it's too invasive of a question, I certainly understand. It's just something that peaks my interest considering what I do for work.
Anahg and the rest of the Southern Regions have yet to be touched by our growing alliance. I guess the focus is to rebuild the relationship between Marley and Paradis and gain the trust of other countries that weren't destroyed by the Rumbling.
If your fiancé is still interested in ambassador work, I don't mind putting in the good word for him. I have close connections to those in Hizuru, one of Paradis's allies.
Life on the island is hard. I don't get hassled a lot in my hometown; my mother was an important part of some of our neighbors' lives. I guess they feel wrong treating me differently. But I will say that I feel lonelier. I will never share a barrack, train, or be a part of a military branch again. I'm the age where I'm supposed to be at least courting someone or going out with a small group of friends but with, one, members of the Alliance being so busy and, two, my status as a traitor makes it hard to come across people my age.
I don't leave Trost, my home, to visit other parts of the island unless I really need to. Getting on transportation for work is quicker when no one is interested in speaking to you.
Jean Kirstein, Alliance Peace Ambassador
Mister Ambassador,
Well, if you're so curious, Mr. Ambassador, it's something I'd rather not relive - That's how my experience went. Eren Yeager ruined my life. I don't blame him for being angry; if the whole world was laughing at my existence, I'd bring Hell onto Earth too. But that doesn't take away that my life was taken away. Since then, I'm fortunate enough that I was able to come back home to Anagh, that it's growing once again, and that I have someone by my side. My life isn't the best but it's better than it was days before the Rumbling.
I'm sorry that your community has turned on you that way. Loneliness is one hell of a disease. I'd rather be berated than silently deal with my own sadness. I hope that doesn't sound offensive.
Y/N L/N
Miss L/N,
No, that isn't offensive. I sometimes wish my life was as vocal as my other friends but at the same time, I'm grateful for the dirty looks. I just wish I wasn't so in my head sometimes.
What do you mean your life now is better than the one before the Rumbling? Are you insinuating something in your previous letter? The way I remember it, I sure damn well made those last few days memorable and exciting. Your body told me so itself.
I understand I left suddenly and inappropriately but that doesn't mean you get to dismiss and deny what we had.
I thought about you too many times as I traveled. When I was alone, I thought of you and your silky skin and your pretty lips. Your body against mine.
You could be ignoring my correspondence, for the sake of your dear Sebas, but we both know why you continue to write back.
Jean Kirstein
Fall 857
Mister Ambassador,
I am married now - since the summer.
Leave it in the past, Mr. Ambassador.
Hopefully, you can continue to write me as a friend and not as a lover.
Thank you,
Mrs. Y/N Abe
Dear Mrs. Abe,
Oh, forgive me for defending my honor. I can't have you on the other side of the world trashing my character. I was hurt by my initial assumption - that you haven't confirmed.
Congratulations.
Does your husband still want to work with the Alliance? How is Anahg - from the view of someone living there? There is an opening if your husband is still interested. Negotiations with Marley are taking somewhat of a positive turn. I don't think they're completely on our side but with the help of Hizuru, we'll reach common ground.
I've been courting here and there but nothing's stuck.
I don't mind being your friend, but that also may mean that I'll stop my correspondence.
Jean Kirstein, Alliance Peace Ambassador
Mister Ambassador,
What assumption do I have to confirm? Do you want me to be direct?
Thinking of you reminds me of what followed. The confusion and loss I felt. And the loneliness.
But, Mr. Ambassador Kirstein, ever since you've written me, when my husband is out doing his work and I'm alone, I find myself, regretfully, thinking about you and those nights before you left. And I hate it...and enjoy it. I hate it so much.
I am supposed to be loyal to my husband and yet here you are. What are the odds that you'd reenter my life? And you're not even physically by my side. I crave you. I'd do anything to have you in my proximity one more.
But for the sake of my image and my marriage, leave it in the past.
Mrs. Y/N Abe
Mrs. Abe,
Thank you for your honesty. It truly is a shame that your husband and my work are limitations. If things were in my control, I'd stop writing this letter and would be on my way to Anahg to satisfy you once more. I owe you a proper apology after my absence all these years.
I want to honor you and forget everything happened but it seems impossible now. Can you really go back to your normal life, being Mr. Sebas Abe's wife, after what you've just confessed to me?
Please, call me Jean.
Jean Kirstein, Peace Ambassador
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[crazy fucking girl] childhood enemies to lovers!reiner braun x reader
CW + what to expect: childhood enemies to lovers, sex allusions, s1 arc, TW!reiner braun being a bitch, annie being a literal moai jumpscare
a/n: english is not my first language and i´m not englishisnotmyfirstlanguagebaiting. also i might or might not keep this storyline in mind for future purposes...
“reiner i need to speak with you, it´s urgent,” you rushed him, interrupting his chat with presumably a friend of his whose name you couldn´t bother to recall.
it´s late at night, the whole scout regiment just had dinner and almost everyone was probably off sleeping already. you, however, had had the pleasure of finding out that same afternoon that the reason your potential fling had barely spoken to you in the whole day, was because a certain annoyingly stubborn blond had talked him out of it. and of course, the exact moment you heard, you were determined to find him and confront him (plus potentially rock his shit out).
“like right now?” he glares at you for what seems like hours, probably expecting you to go away and come find him some other time.
“sorry did i need to book a meeting?” you snap back as sarcastic as unfazed.
“i need to take this,” he rolls his eyes jokingly at his friend, gesturing him to leave you alone for a moment, and as soon as you are, his smile fades as he rolls his eyes.
you had known reiner braun practically since you were born. back in marley, it was not a popular blood type to be eldian, and the very few who were, were quite literally destined to fulfill the one and only role for the sake of their nation: becoming an honorary marleyan. aka, inheriting one of the eight titans that were currently in possession of the government, and spending your life –or rather what´s left of it– trying to get the founding and the attack titan back. you had that mission ingrained into your brain.
that led you to where you were now, halfway past an unbearable mission that was eating you from the inside out.
“why are you so popular now, anyways?” you comment with an irked tone once you get him alone, looking around the room. he isn´t even looking at you as he fiddles with some gear on the counter, with you facing his back.
“what do you want, y/n?” he says, visibly annoyed. you two never fancied a friendship back home in marley, and that was being polite with it. you were one of the best students and he was the one always falling behind, leaving you and porco to constantly tease him about it with, honestly, very idiotic remarks.
you checked multiple times until you were sure there was no one around eavesdropping. you wouldn´t want any eldians finding out about you two, annie, and bertholdt, in case anything slipped out mid-conversation. “i know you told alec warren i was undatable” you say finally and narrow your eyes, “very funny reiner, you really are the next big thing” you motion sarcastically. “listen, we hate each other; you hate me, i hate you, you´re a chicken, i´m a brat, that´s how it is, but-“
“are you done ranting?” he interrupts, leaving you perplexed. he´s never been as confident as to be that bold to you all of a sudden. however, you´re one to recover quickly.
“i don´t know, are you done chiming into my life? no one asked for you.”
“he came up to me and asked, okay?” he rolled his eyes. “i was just being sincere, and i didn´t tell him you were undatable, i simply commented on you being fucking crazy. the unhinged type, too.” this man remained unbothered.
“well that´s a lot fucking better,” you wave your hands exaggeratedly in the air, looking for his eyes. “you´re a bitch, braun. whatever happened to the boy whose eyes watered at any attempt of a critic.” you knew you were being harsh, but given his attitude today, you couldn’t give less of a fuck.
“i really don´t see the point in wasting time on relationships when we have bigger priorities to worry about, like, oh, remember how we are here to follow a fucking plan to betray and fight every single person we are training with daily? yeah and of whom we killed most families as well!” he snaps, finally looking at you, all angered.
“ironic to hear coming from you, given that you weren´t supposed to be here,” you scoff. “stop acting like everyone’s dad like you didn´t probably kill most of those. and i´m very aware that we have to keep a cold mind, you fuck, i wasn´t throwing myself into a relationship. i just wanted to have some fun. i mean we´re staying here for years, after all,” you try to reason with him. “and you basically told warren that i was a freak, why thank you man, for being such a mood lighter,” you elevate your tone in the end, trying to get the worst of him.
he stays silent for a moment before he speaks. “in all fairness you´re a freak, that’s no news to anyone really.”
now he was truly getting on your nerves, but you still tried to keep your cool. “awesome, that makes two of us, now can you stop minding my business? we talked already about pretending to not know each other for the sake of the mission so, you could at least follow orders if you´re that bad at behaving like a normal human being?”
“it´s equally damaging for the mission to get into relationships with fucking eldians, y/n. even for as long as i´ve hated you, i never thought you to be this reckless, i have to admit.” woah, he was roasting you in your face now.
“oh really? this is about the mission now? am i supposed to ignore the grudge you´ve been holding onto for years and act like i´m simply misbehaving before your eyes here?”
“any sort of romance is not suitable at the moment, y/n, that´s all i´m saying. stop bringing the past into this-“ he says as he tries to get back to the odm gear.
“the past is all we are, reiner. or do you expect us to become this fake persona we´re all playing here? this is our arena, braun, don´t forget that, no matter how much you love being everyone’s untouchable crush. may i remind you that you weren´t even supposed to be here in the first place-“
and with that, he´s stepping closer to you, voice raised. “sure, because you´d loooove it if porco was here. then you wouldn’t need to hunt anyone down to bone,” he snaps, annoyed yet visibly restraining himself from saying more.
“porco and i are friends, you pig,” you correct him, and that leads the both of you to a long pause. “what about annie and bertholdt then?” you speak confidently, crossing your arms before your chest.
he looks up at you. “what?” his face is a mixture of fed up and confused, and you scoff in disbelief.
“reiner they´re literally fucking behind our backs, you can´t not have seen it yet.”
he looks completely baffled at the accusations. “wait, what? did annie tell you this?” his tone is purely genuine, which makes you laugh in his face.
“did annie tell me?” you mock him. “have you even tried to look at them for more than a minute straight? they always have that let´s sneak out look in their eyes.” you roll your eyes. "i get it you´re blind to human emotion, wasn´t expecting any less from you".
“screw you, y/n!” he finally scrunches his shocked expression and throws an arm in the air in your direction.
“no, screw you!” you begin shoving each other until he pushes you hard enough that you fall onto the ground. yet, you chuckle. “i didn´t know you had that in you, back home you always lacked last.”
“that would be your own damn fault for underestimating me, you brat,” he spat as he attempts to help you up, only to let you fall down again.
“okay you´re acting like a child now, very mature of you,” you try to play it cool as you get up on your own. “this is ridiculous,” you go on. “just stop talking about me to other people, like completely.”
“not if you don´t stay away from alec i won´t. he´s my friend,” he defends.
“so? am i stealing your man or something?” you vexed him again.
“i don´t want to hear of you from him, that´s all. it´s disgusting.” he states. you look at him, unsurprised. you two never got along, so it makes sense he thinks that, you would probably be like that too. “go for sylvan, i heard he´s into crazy chicks,” he shrugs off in a poisonous tone, to what you furrow your brow and tackle him down hard to the ground, trying to suppress a smirk at his undeniably funny comment on your love life. and just like you assume it would happen due to his latest overpowered strength in comparison to yours, he tackled you back, having you now pinned to the ground. “is this really necessary?” he says monotonously, unsurprised as well.
your whole demeanor has changed now. you had to admit to yourself that you missed your bickering, and at the end of the day, a familiar face. it had been long since annie and bertholdt spoke normally to you, and arguing with reiner was suddenly more fun than you ever remembered it to be. “what about your type, braun?” you tease, willing to know how far he´s letting you take the stupidity of it all. “do you like crazy girls?” at this point you couldn’t hide you smile of amusement anymore, letting it show shamelessly.
“i happen to tolerate some of them, to my own dismay,” he grits his teeth. there is a strange tension that fills the air the moment those words leave his mouth.
“you tolerate me now?” you grin wolfishly.
“merely following orders.” his expression still hasn´t changed from the poker blank stare.
“wow, the regiment truly is making a bold soldier out of you. last year you would have folded the minute i asked, i´m sure,” you kept teasing like there has no boundaries or limits between you two.
“last year you wouldn´t be caught dead pinned down to the floor by reiner braun, and yet, here you are. i fear you really are going crazy, y/n, “he feigned an expression of pure concern.
“tch, you love that,” you smirk, half closing your eyes as if you were sedated.
it´s now his time to scoff at you. at your voice, at your attitude, at your sudden need to prove something he very well knows will end in him being made fun of, same as always. “i hate you.”
“yeah…” you whisper, beginning to trail the nape of his neck with your fingers. your smile is sleepy now.
“what are you doing?” he snaps, seemingly bothered.
you furrow your brows, barely attempting to hide a genuine smile. “what do you mean-“
“will you stop trying to get a reaction out of me?” you can literally see his tough façade crumble down, painfully slowly.
“no.” you snicker softly, you were so close to each other by now. “am i… getting a reaction?” you arch your back slowly, but he notices the minute your eyes flash a mischievous sparkle.
“no.” his sham is glass by now and his eyes were practically yelling at you that if you went on with the play, you´d probably see stars tonight.
“prove it,” you simply whispered in a daring tone, switching to look directly at his lips.
with the soft grip in your left hand he still had, you could tell right away that it was marley´s reiner that you had in your arms right now, and not the tall hunk, ridiculously acting like everyone´s best friend´s older brother around camp. still, there was something different in the way he looked back at your lips. you were somehow still drawn to that same whiny boy you hated.
he started to lean in as well, nothing short than rushed.
“i thought you two hated each other.”
annie´s voice echoes all around the room, and both reiner and you, stunned and tripping over each other, quickly pull apart facing away, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of seeing your startled expressions. when you finally looked over, she was picking up some apples from a basket in the table.
“well we do, annie.” reiner, answered, serious as ever, clearing his throat quietly.
“oh okay, i must´ve misunderstood the desperate grinding then,” she commented, unfazed, as she walked away, exiting the room once again, “it even smells like sex, already,” she added as she took a bite of the apple. annie leonhart, everybody.
that left you and reiner alone in the dark again, standing awkwardly next to each other.
“i do hate you,” he repeats.
“yeah- yeah,” you scoff, furrowing your brow, “me too.” convincing as ever, you mentally scolded yourself.
it wasn´t long before he blandly shoved your shoulder one last time with one arm, then turned around and started leaving. “crazy fucking girl,” he murmured loud enough for you to hear as he kept walking away from you.
that alone leaves you smirking softly to yourself and flushed to no end for a moment, before you collect yourself and process what just happened between you...
and fucking reiner braun?!
#aot#aot x reader#reiner braun#reiner x reader#reiner braun x reader#annie leonhart#aot fanfiction#attack on titan x reader#attack on titan
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Single Mom!Reader
masterlist | req masterlist 
bucky with kids🥺
ONESHOT
Feel Like Baking Love by @wehaveabucky-archive
you forget the most important part of your kids birthday party; the cake. but thankfully, a local patissier is more than willing to help you in your hour of need
Marley by @leascorner
Eventually, Bucky gave his deepest secrets away and you let him know yours. Her name was Marley.
Can I call you dad? by @winvterstan
You and Bucky have been dating for eight months. One day your four years old daughter has an interesting request for Bucky.
Who’s That? by @imagineaworlds
A Bucky x single mom reader and the reader brings him to dinner.
good morning by @buckybarnesdiaries
after a mission in Europe, you come back to the Avengers Compound, being received by a lovely surprise.
Playdate by @becca-e-barnes
You’re a single parent to an outgoing little boy called Oliver. On the first day of school he makes a new friend, Thomas Barnes. Both Thomas and his dad Bucky come over for dinner.
incandescent glow by @allyouneedisbuck
bucky barnes has a knack for finding warmth. his job as a firefighter. steve and nat and their unwavering warmth and kindness. you, and your daughter, and the sunshine filled smiles and laughs. he’s just trying to figure out how to tell you he wants it all with you.
Operation Get Mr Bucky and Momma Together by @golden-barnes
Bucky doesn't play favorites but Amaya is definitely his favorite, especially because her mom is hot.. Cue a 6-year-old trying to get Bucky to be her dad. (Teacher!Bucky)
goodnight kiss by @alisonsfics
bucky stays over at your place because he’s having work done on his apartment. he gets to hang out with you and your son.
What’s on your back? by @itsbuckysworld
“Show me what’s behind your back.”
Catch Me If You Can by @buckyalpine
Maybe he isn’t so bad.
Disney Princesses and Dog Tags by @buckyalpine
My Mom Thinks You’re Hot by @bluehourbucky
your son tries to set you up with an avenger in a grocery store
apartment 4d by @sunmoonandeddie
There’s nothing Bucky loves more than the widow down the hall and her son.
family additions by @ezm-imagines
reader's daughter calls bucky dad for the first time.
SERIES
The Slip Up by @justkending
After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.
Yours, Mine, Ours by @coffeecatsandcandles
Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He'd lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you'll always have each other.
Redcove Harvest by @iwillbeinmynest
Farmhand!AU and SingleMom!Reader
The Lucky One by @avengerofyourheart
As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart?
Grant | 2| 3 by @coffeecatsandcandles
Bucky finds out you have a son from a previous relationship.
Love At First Grade by @buckysimp101
When father and first grade teacher Bucky Barnes ends up with Avery L/N in his class, the daughter of the “ruthless” CEO of L/N Enterprises, he's in for a surprise that's sure to change his life.
Part of a Family | 2 by @onceuponastory
After Y/N is abandoned by her boyfriend, the father of her 8 month old son, her best friend Bucky comes to the rescue. The same Bucky who’s been in love with Y/N ever since he met her.
Blue is for Ben by @writerlyhabits
Bucky has a meet-cute with you as you're waiting for the elevator in his building, and he's instantly captivated by you.. and your son. What lies in store for the super soldier as he falls head over heels for the single mom who lives just down the hall? Or finds himself wanting to hear about four-year-old Ben's day at school…
My Little Hero by @bucky-bear-barnes
Bucky stumbled upon a sweet young girl defending his honor. And finding out that her mom is the lovely single mom he always kind of liked.
From Left Field | 2 | 3 by @ofstarsandvibranium
chubby Bucky falling for a mother.
The Road Goes Ever On and On by @rocketrhap3000
Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks.
#bucky barnes fic rec#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes series#bucky barnes x f!reader#dad!bucky#bucky x single mom!reader#bucky x mom!reader#husband!bucky#dad!bucky x mom!reader#single dad!bucky x single mom!reader#chubby!bucky#mob!bucky
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klara season 4 levi with baby twins
Ahhh Ackerman babies, pure fluffy headcanons below
When you told him you were pregnant, his expression didn't change much but on the inside, he was panicking in a happy way. Levi never thought that he was meant to be a father but at the same time having a child of his own excited him.
Sweats when you tell him that you're expecting twins, he was prepared for one but two? Oh boy he already knows that he will have a handful on his hands. And given his job and the situation, it won't be easy.
Levi is protective so when you're pregnant, he doesn't let you out of his sight. When he is working? You bet you have to be in his office so that he can attend to your needs.
Goes around the whole of Walls trying to find the fitting furniture and baby clothes. He doesn't like the thought of you being away so for now you two agreed to stay in the headquarters.
Hange is a mess, not only are they the commander now but two little Ackermans running around? That adds to their stress haha. They are happy for their friend tho, even have a list of names just in case you and Levi don't come up with anything.
When the babies are born, Levi will cry, he kept all the emotion inside for those nine months but when he sees his children and holds them for the first time, he melts.
Of course will make sure to take good care of you after you give birth. He found you four days after your labor trying to clean a bookshelf and you heard it from him. "Lay back down, you pushed two humans out of you not even a week ago, I'll do it."
He is quicker than you during the night, if they cry he is quicker than the speed of light to be at their cribs. He doesn't sleep a lot anyway, so taking care of his babies is not at all a problem.
Says he will discipline them but spoils the fuck out of both of them. Anything his child points at is brought immediately, he doesn't care about the price.
He makes sure that they are always comfortable, he didn't have the comfort he needed as a child but he will make sure his two sun shines do.
When they start to mumble and talk a little, he is over the moon and you best believe that their first words will be dada.
They bring a smile to his face more than anyone else, he often has them seated in his lap when he does paperwork. Their smell alone just makes him more calm. Always has toys in his office for them.
Levi doesn't like messes but given the two little Ackermans, he has no choice. Your room is almost always a mess especially when they start to walk.
Also, they are fast. You're always out of breath trying to catch them both and Levi finds it amusing.
They betrayed you too, came out looking exactly like him. Although there is still a hint of you in them, it's clear which genetics lead.
If he is away on a mission, he keeps two little plushies with him. He knows that there are times where it's hard for him with Marley and all the mess but Levi makes sure that he is a present father.
Forced his squad to baby-proof most of the headquarters because he isn't risking his children getting hurt. They still find a way tho, it's that Ackerman gene what else did you except?
Is worried when they get hurt or sick although they rarely get sick, he doesn't sleep until they are healthy again.
Will scold them but won't raise his voice, they are still so little and have so much to learn but he does scold them if they act bratty.
He knows them like the back of his hands sometimes even better than you do. When they are hungry, sleepy, or cold, he notices all of it.
In his free time, he is always playing with them, taking them to the stables to show them the horses, walking with them outside and showing them the outdoors.
Glares at strangers. Don't try to touch his kids, even when someone asks, he doesn't let them anywhere near the twins.
Overall, a good father, a way better dad than he thought he was going to be. He loves his twins over everything and would do anything for them.
#levi#levi x reader#levi ackerman#aot levi#captain levi#attack on titan#levi attack on titan#levi x you#levi ackerman x reader#levi fluff#levi x fem!reader#levi x y/n#levi x reader fluff#levi ackerman fluff#levi ackerman x you#levi ackerman x female reader#Levi ackerman x reader fluff#aot x y/n#aot x reader#aot fluff#levi aot#attack on titan season 4#Attack on titan fluff
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no time to die ⟶ finnick odair & oc [part 6]
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 |
A/N: this is for my pookie ookie bear rese <3 happy birthday bbg
WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of death, mentions of torture, mentions of sex trafficking, weapons, trauma, smoking, pretty much all hunger games shit :)
SUMMARY: rhys marley was the youngest victor of hunger games, winning at the age of 12. 9 years later, she's captured by the capitol along with johanna mason and annie cresta while everyone else is in district 13, her plan failing.
GENRE: angst, dystopian, fluff, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers
WORD COUNT: 1k
oc - original character(s)
NOT EDITED! SORRY FOR MISTAKES :0
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ZEPHYRS head is pounding as her eyes open, the bright fluorescent lights shining in her green eyes as she stares the ceiling. she slowly gasps, remembering what happened before. she slowly climbs up, her long black hair tangled as it rests on her shoulder. her head throbs in pain, causing her to run her dry fingers across her skin, looking and seeing blood. she looks over, seeing an unconscious beetee lying there.
slowly, zephyr steps forward, walking into the room ahead of her and seeing finnick, plutarch, haymitch, and peeta standing there. instantly, her fight or flight kicks in, "what the hell?" she yells, grabbing the nearest thing she could find as a weapon, haymitch shoving her against the wall gently, ripping it out of her hands. "stop, zephyr. just stop." she looks at peeta as he looks at her with soft eyes, nodding at her that it's okay.
she turns to finnick, "what the fuck are you doing here?" finnick holds his hand out, his voice cracking, "stop. just.. just listen, zephyr please." plutarch steps forward, explaining everything. the plan that they made before they even announced the quarter quell. everyone had known except for her and peeta. their mission was to get zephyr out from the beginning and get her to district 13. rhys had known the whole time.
zephyr's eyes widen slightly as she looks around, "where's rhys?" everyone goes silent. "johanna had cut your tracker out when the other careers had ambushed you. she didn't get to cut hers out in time. rhys had heard you yell in pain and went after you, getting lost in the forest right before you shot your arrow at the arena ceiling. her tracker also didn't get taken out." zephyr stares at plutarch as she stands there.
"so where is she?" zephyr asks, her eyebrows furrowing. "she's in the capitol.." plutarch responds softly, watching her eyes widen and anger flash through her eyes. she immediately lunges for finnick, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"you stupid piece of shit!" she screams, peeta wrapping his arms around her waist and trying to stop her from killing finnick, "you were supposed to fucking protect her! you killed her! you fucking killed her!" she sobs angrily, trying her best to get out of peeta's grip.
"as much as i want to go back for her, zephyr, i know that she is happy that we got you out safely." finnick states, his eyes full of pain. zephyr looks at him, anger and confusion all across her bloody and brusied facial features.
haymitch injects something into her arm, making her slowly become weak and lose her consciousness before she closes her eyes, peeta leans down over her, brushing her hair out of her eyes, "zeph, we will get her back. i promise. i promise you." she looks at him with tears streaming down her cheeks before she falls unconscious.
a couple days later, she wakes up and see's peeta next her, playing with her softly as he watches her. "hi.." he whispers softly as he looks down at her, a small smile on his lips. "how long have i been out?" she asks him as she looks around the room, the fluorescent lights hurting her eyes.
"a couple days.." he says softly, looking at her. "still.." she stops herself, choking on her words, "still no rhys?" she asks quietly. peeta looks at her, his eyes full of sadness and concern, "she's still in the capitol." zephyr nods and looks away from him, her eyes tearing up. "it should be me in the capitol. not her." she whispers as she stares at the wall. peeta climbs in her bed next to her, "hey.. look at me." zephyr turns to him, tears sliding down her cheeks, "we will get her out. i promise." peeta says softly, wiping her tears with his thumb.
a couple hours later, zephyr gets dressed and goes to walk around district 13. she stops at finnicks room, seeing him sitting there and tying his rope, his dry hands shaking. "finnick." she states in a stern voice. he sighs and looks down, still fiddling with the rope.
"i wanted more than anything to go back for rhys, zephyr. i sat there and i begged them. i was on my knees begging them to go back for her. but they wouldn't. they said it wasn't safe for us.. for you." finnick stops, looking at zephyr, "you have to know that i begged for them to go back, zephyr. i didn't leave her by choice. i would never do that to her. to you. or to myself." zephyr watches him, slowly stepping into his dim lit room.
zephyr's eyes soften as she looks at him, noticing that the knot he is tying in the rope is the knot that rhys taught him how to tie growing up. she recognizes it because rhys taught her too. "finnick.." she says softly, seeing how much this is also destroying him. he looks up at with tears in his eyes, "they have annie, too, zephyr. they went to district four and they took her too. they have johanna, rhys, and annie. i don't care that i'm safe. my whole life.. my whole life i tried my best to protect rhys. from the capitol. from everyone around us. i meant to protect her in that arena and i couldn't. i.. i failed." he puts his face in his hands and sobs, "i wish they were dead. i wish we were all dead.. b-because.. because it would be better than sitting here, knowing where they are, knowing that snow is an evil man, and there is nothing we can do to help them at this moment."
zephyr sits beside him on his bed, looking at him, "stop." she says softly, "we don't know what they're doing to them. we don't know anything. the only thing we can do is hope and pray to god that they're okay." finnick nods, glancing at her. "she's been through so fucking much, zephyr. you and i both know that. this was the last thing i ever wanted to happen to her. i wish i was in there instead of her." zephyr nods her head at him, watching peeta come into the room.
"zeph.. boggs told me to come get you. plutarch wants to speak with you."
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HI HI HI HI 👀 WANT TO SEE POSTWAR HUSBAND LEVI COMFORTING OUR READER AFTER NIGHTMARES WITH EREN (HER BROTHER. PLEASE I JUST WANT LEVI AND READER RO TALK ABOUT EREN AND HOW HE SACRIFICED) LOVE YOU
It hurts to remember
Post War Levi x fem!Reader
Canon world, post war, younger brother Eren, married, nightmares, talking about the war, grieving, comfort, love.
Levi comforts you and talks you through your nightmares and the loss of your young brother, Eren.
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It took a moment for you to register where you were and what was going on. The room was just so dark and your heart was hurting. A soothing warmth was next to you, but the tears running down your cheeks. It hurt to think of your younger brother and it didn't help that your nightmares kept making you relive everything.
Eren was your younger brother and you used to think he was a sweet kid who always got into trouble, but Mikasa was there to save him once she became part of the family. You often had your head in a book, allowing you to connect with Eren's friend, Armin.
It was clear from a young age that Eren would cause problems because he had big ideas, but you thought it would be the military police telling you about Eren being a pain. You did not expect the life that unfolded before you. As you worked to get by and support your brother and sister, Eren decided he wanted to be a scout.
You encouraged your brother because you believed in him, but you hoped with all your heart he would live. The day Eren was chained up and the possibility of him being killed was the day you met the love of your life. Though your first encounter with your now husband was not romantic, it was an intense moment with heightened emotions.
You understood why Levi hurt your brother, it was to show he could be tamed and controlled and wasn't going to be a titan on the loose. It was hard to explain to Mikasa all this and it caused a fight that took time to resolve. Levi was sweet enough to let you visit Eren alone and care for him when needed. As you cared for Eren, Levi got to know you more and soon you both were stealing kisses behind walls and in Levi's office.
Everything was perfect for a while, with Eren helping out, Mikasa getting stronger and you having the sweetest wedding ever and becoming Mrs Ackerman. Then everything turned bad.
Sending your family off to war was one thing, but having only two return was heart-wrenching. You knew you'd be broken if Levi died, but you counted your blessings that he lived. Hearing Eren died at the hands of his sister was tragic.
Levi told you about Eren's actions and it tore you apart. Eren was no better than the people in Marley who wanted Paradis destroyed. Eren killed thousands of innocent lives. No matter how much you thought about it, you couldn't find reason in his actions. You were furious with him. You wanted to hit him so badly, but also hold him. Eren likely made the choice he thought was best. Eren probably felt like he had no other option. Eren put a stop to the Titans, but what had he started?
War was never going to stop. Humans were always going to fight over something. Though there was peace now, how long was it going to last? Eren acted to save people, but it was a temporary thing. No matter how much you thought about it, you don't think you'd ever truly understand the world around you. The titan curse needed to end, that was true, but was there another way?
Why didn't Eren ask for help? Why did Eren go alone in his path?
You hurriedly rubbed your tears away when Levi called your name in a deep and sleepy voice. "Levi."
He rolled onto his side and released a long sigh as he looked you over. He reached over and rubbed your belly. "What's going on?"
You rolled to face Levi and cuddled up to him. "Nightmares."
"About?"
"Eren."
He hummed and rubbed your back. "Right. Do you want to talk?"
You started telling Levi your thoughts about your dead little brother. Once you were finished the room went silent for a while. You spoke softly. "I know his acts led to you losing so many people you love, along with my half-brother. I cannot apologise enough to you for what you went through."
Levi cupped your face. "You are not to blame for their actions, okay? You didn't know at all what was going on."
You sniffed as the tears formed. "Why didn't he just talk to someone? Why didn't he just tell people what he saw? If he talked then maybe you all could have found a way. He didn't need to kill all those people. Right?"
"I don't think we'll ever know and no matter how much we try, we won't get an answer." He sighed. "Eren did what he thought was right. He acted to prove something to Ymir. I think this was all to do with love. Armin told me, from what Eren had said, that Ymir was in love with the king and the king made her do terrible things. Mikasa giving up her love for Eren for the good of us all was the act to prove to Ymir, that you can let love go."
You frowned. "But the king never loved Ymir. Making her do terrible things and she claimed that all this pain, all this suffering, all this hate and all this murder was an act of love? How did she not wake up and see? For hundreds of years, she suffered and he not once helped her or returned her love. She was alone in that weird void. All alone. Being abandoned and used is not love. All this could have ended if she just woke up and realised the truth."
Levi played with your hair. "I don't know, my darling, I don't. All I know is I could never give you up. You're my reason for living." He kissed you and smiled. "It's horrible to say, but no matter how hard you try I don't think you'll ever be able to understand his choice or Ymir, or everything else. You'll only hurt yourself if you do. Sometimes people do things without thinking, or they have thought a lot about it and their reasoning is different to our own."
"You're right."
He kissed you and smiled. "But if you ever want to talk it through, we can."
You smiled sweetly at Levi. "Thank you, but you are right. No matter how long I think about it, I won't understand him. I should focus on the life I have. The love I have and the happy memories I made and will make."
Levi rubbed your cheek sweetly. "Good girl."
"I love you, Levi Ackerman."
"I love you too. Forever and always."
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“Drank In My Cup” by Kirko Bangz for Connie Springer- Comfort + Smut
The lyrics: “Girl I know how much you really want somebody, want somebody that don't really need you” and “That ain't tryin' to love you baby, just fuck you instead” if that’s okay <3
Drank In My Cup
Girl I know how much you really want somebody, want somebody that don't really need you
Pairing: Connie Springer x f!reader
Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~2.1k
cw: friends-to-lovers trope, implied unrequited love, smut - blowjob, cunnilingus, vaginal sex (missionary), creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pet names.
Summary: Connie has been in love with you since college when you were living next door to each other in the dorms. He’s consoled you through countless of breakups and heard you in all your casual hookups. It hasn’t been easy for him and after graduation, he decides to move overseas in an attempt to get over you, cutting off all contact without explanation. Three years of radio silence later and the two of you finally reunite.
Author’s Notes: Inspired by one of AugustInTheWinter’s Patreon exclusive audios. Honestly, so so good, if you have the ability to do so, subscribe to him, it is so worth the money. Anyways, thanks for this request for the y2k karaoke party! I love this song. Enjoy!
If you told Connie Springer five years ago that you wanted to spend the night, he would have agreed, no question. Today, as he anticipates your arrival, he almost regrets saying yes.
A week ago, you contacted him, asking if you could stay at his place for the weekend while you’re here visiting. He checks the last text you sent him; it was five months ago, wishing him happy birthday. The one before that was exactly a year earlier, another birthday greeting. Your messages were more frequent then, but they gradually faded, probably because Connie never replied to any of them.
He's not trying to be a dick. He’s just too much of a coward to admit that he’s doing his best to get over you. And if that means ignoring you completely, so be it. At what cost, though? Losing his best friend?
This time, he actually does respond to you. Maybe it’s because after three years of being apart, he finally feels ready to face you again. Tonight will be the test. Is this really the best idea for him?
You knock on his front door, weekender bag in hand, heart beating faster, excited to see him. The last time was graduation when he told you that he’d be moving away to Marley for his new job. He didn’t even tell you that he was applying to companies overseas, so of course, you were shocked. Your friendship hasn’t been the same since. You used to be inseparable; now, you’ve never felt further apart.
He greets you politely when he answers the door, that familiar face instantly putting you at ease, despite the distance that’s grown between you. “Hey.”
“Hi, stranger,” you say, hugging him with your free arm. He’s tense when you touch him, not like his usual self. That’s one thing you always loved about Connie; how snugly he would hold you in his arms. It’s already awkward, but you continue to smile at him, hoping that whatever this tension is dissipates soon.
He leads you inside, taking your bag, setting it on the floor by one of the closed rooms. “Do you want a drink?”
“What do you have?” you ask, looking around his apartment, trying to find any remnants of your friendship. Pictures, ticket stubs from all the movies you watched together, all the little trinkets you’d get him as gifts for his birthdays. Nothing, there’s nothing in here. It barely looks decorated at all, except for a few posters he’s crookedly hung up.
“I’ve got water and some White Claws that have been festering in there since I moved here. Pick your poison.”
You laugh, happy to hear this side of him. “I’ll take the water, thanks.” You sit down on the couch, not sure where to start. “How have you been?”
He grabs a clean glass, turning the faucet on until your cup is almost filled to the brim. He carefully hands it to you, sitting as far away from you on the couch as possible. You shift in your seat, facing him, waiting for his answer. “Good. I’m good,” he says, avoiding your gaze, staring at the floor instead.
You take a sip of water, expecting him to elaborate more, but he doesn’t. “Do you like living here? In Marley?”
He shrugs. “It’s okay. There’s not that much more going on here than there is in Paradis.”
“Do you think you’ll ever move back home?”
He crosses his arms over his chest, guarded. “I don’t have any reason to, so probably not.”
“Well, I can think of one reason,” you say. “I miss you.”
His jaw clenches, defenses still up. You scoot closer, wanting this distance to disappear, physically and figuratively. You’ve been waiting for this reunion since he left, since he stopped contacting you almost completely. Wanting to finally make it right with him, the way it should have been ever since you first became close to him in college. You knew he liked you; he was always so obvious about it. And yes, deep down, you liked him too. But you were scared of ruining your friendship, of losing your best friend. You were so used to all your relationships ending in a breakup, you were afraid to cross that line with Connie in fear of losing him forever. When you finally mustered the courage to confess to him on the night of graduation, he told you he’d be moving to Marley for work. Because of your cowardice, you ended losing him anyways. But you won’t let tonight go to waste. You’ll do everything you can to salvage this. Even after all these years of distance between you, you won’t make the same mistakes again.
You close the gap, squeezing next to him on the couch. He glares at you. “What are you doing?”
“I miss you, Connie,” you whine, trying to free his arms from his chest. “Don’t you miss me?”
He shakes his head, relaxing only the slightest bit. “No, I don’t. I’ve worked too hard trying not miss you.”
“What do you mean?”
He finally looks at you, his gaze intense. “I moved because of you. I couldn’t take it anymore, watching you fall in love with every other guy except for me.”
“Connie.”
He unclenches, leaning towards you, face so close you can feel his breath on you as he speaks. “Do you know how hard it was for me? To hear you on the other side of the wall, moaning someone else’s name? And then months later, you’d come crying to me, wanting only my comfort to help you through your breakup. Then the cycle would just repeat over and over, driving me fucking insane because I could never have you for myself. I could only have you when you needed me, when you were heartbroken. Well, it wasn’t fucking fair okay? That’s why I left. I just couldn’t do it anymore.”
You stare back at him, wide-eyed, heart thumping loudly in your chest. Quietly, you say, “I’m sorry, Connie. I…I didn’t know.”
He scoffs at you, rolling his eyes. “Don’t lie to me. Why else would you come to me? You knew I was the only guy stupid enough to always say yes to you. So don’t fucking lie to me now and say that you didn’t know. You knew.”
You swallow hard before asking, “Why didn’t you say something?”
“Why would I? So I can get rejected and ruin our friendship? No. As much as I hated hearing you get fucked on the other side of the wall, I couldn’t stand not having you at all. Pretty fucked up, right?”
You remain still in your seat, unsure how to proceed from this. Eventually, he says, “You can stay here for the weekend, but I think it’s best if we just stop seeing each other after this, okay? It’s better for the both of us if we stop being friends.”
Before he can stand up to leave, you grab his wrist. “Well, good,” you whisper. “I don’t want to be friends anymore either.” You meet his lips with yours for a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. He melts into you, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, easing into it. Realizing what’s happening, he pushes you off gently, stuttering, “What do you think you’re doing?”
You trail down his neck, sucking on his skin to leave love marks. “What I should have years ago.”
“You’re toying with me,” he whispers, closing his eyes, tipping your chin up to kiss you again. “Teasing me like you did all those times in college.”
“I’m not. I want it. I want you.” You lie back on the couch, spreading your legs for him.
He crawls on top of you, sliding your pants and underwear off simultaneously, dropping them to the floor, salivating at the sight of your glistening cunt, wet with arousal. “Well, too bad. I don’t need you anymore. You won’t get what you want so easily this time. Not after all the torment you put me through. You need a taste of your own medicine first.” He shoves his sweats down, releasing his hard cock from his boxers, stroking it in his fist. With a shaky breath, he whispers, “Come on. Show me how badly you want it.”
You peer up at him, getting on all fours, opening your mouth with your tongue sticking out. He smirks, tracing the outline of your lips with the tip of his dick, smearing his precum on you like gloss. “Fuck, never thought I’d see you like this.” He guides himself inside you, exhaling deeply as he slides all the way to the back of your throat, cursing once more. You give him what he wants, never taking your gaze off him, guzzling down his cock with each thrust he gives you, bobbing your head along his shaft.
“Damn, you feel even better than I imagined,” he moans, bucking his hips. After a couple more deep thrusts, you pull off quickly to catch your breath, wiping away the saliva leaking from your lips. “Hey, are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asks in that concerned tone you love so much. He sounds exactly like he did in college, when he would cradle you gently in his arms as you cried about your latest heartbreak, completely oblivious to how much pain it caused him to see you like this. Connie would never break your heart; it took you too long to finally realize this. And maybe it’s too late to fix the damage that’s been done. But that doesn’t mean you won’t try.
You nod silently, reaching for the coffee table to take a sip of water. He wipes the tears from your eyes, brushing them away with his thumbs. “Are you sure?”
You smile at him, sniffling. “I’m sure, Connie.”
His expression is uncertain again. He doesn’t know whether to stay mad at you or be sweet. He’s always been sweet, and that obviously never worked out for him. If he shows you his mean side, will you stay? Does he even want you to stay?
You surround him again with your mouth, sucking on his cock head with your fist wrapped around his shaft. He closes his eyes, indulging in the pleasure, enjoying it a little too much. He won’t deny it; this has been one of his biggest fantasies since college, to see you like this. To feel you moan around his cock. And as much as he wants to continue spitting hurtful comments to you, make you feel guilty for toying with him all this time, his need to pleasure you overtakes him. His most precious fantasy is to finally hear you moan his name, and no one else’s.
He pulls out of you, jerking off while he tips your chin up to face him. “What do you want, huh? Want my mouth on you? Want me to eat out this pretty pussy? Is that what you want? Because I’ll give it to you, if you let me.” He’s desperate for it now, and so are you. So all you do is nod with your mouth still open, needy for it.
He eats you out sloppily, better than any guy you’ve been with. This is what he wanted, to prove to you that it should have been him all those times. And you regret it, all the useless hookups and casual relationships you put yourself through when you could have been with Connie instead. You come twice from his mouth before you start begging him to fuck you. “Please, baby.”
His eyes widen at the pet name, cock throbbing, ready to burst. “Okay, sweetie,” he huffs, composure wavering. “I’ll fuck you. I’ll give you what you want. I’m always giving you what you want.”
You hold him tightly, moaning his name while he fucks you with your legs wrapped around him. “You’re so good for me, baby. So fucking good for me,” he groans, drilling into you hard and fast. “I missed you so fucking much.” He orgasms with you, unloading his cum inside you, filling you up. You kiss passionately as the both of you come down from your highs, relaxing into each other’s arms.
It’s silent for a moment before you say, “I was going to tell you. On graduation day.”
“Tell me what?” he asks, grazing your lips with his fingers.
“That I liked you, too. And I wanted us to be together.”
He sighs. “But I told you I was moving, so you didn’t go through with it.”
“Yeah.”
He laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Damn, we are really dumb, aren’t we?”
You giggle, nestling your face into his chest, relishing the familiar warmth. “Yeah, we are.”
He rests his chin on the top of your head, massaging your back. “So, should we stop being dumb and finally do this? The right way?”
You nod, smiling. “Yes. Absolutely yes.”
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Hello, should I request a new canon! Levi x Wife-Princess! Reader - where reader finds a death treath of plans to assassinate her, and she confide her fears to Levi who was shocked, angry and at the same time protective over her, while comforting her that's everything is going to be okay.
You can do what you want, and thank you so much <33
Y/N ruffled through the papers, having bumped into a MP and dropping them all over the floor, she was keen to ensure she had all of her and Levi’s letters. She rifled through, eventually stopping at an envelope with the seal of Marley Officials. She slid the papers out of the envelope, unfolding it carefully. Why was it open? Her eyes widened as she read the words on the page, a gasp escaping her lips.
Jackson,
As you know, Ackerman is our biggest threat. As discussed, the best way to get him out of the field is Y/N. It has been decided that we no longer intend to hold her hostage, but to exterminate her.
Given her position in the Royal Family, we believe it was also significantly weaken Paradisian forces. Meet with our agent tonight, draw the Princess out as discussed. We will have her and bring down the Devils.
-K
“Are you okay?” Levi looked up from his cup, the steam curling in the air. Y/N’s face was pale, hands shaking. He stood, taking the letter from her hands.
His face darkened.
“Levi, what do I…” She swallowed, the lump in her throat too painful to continue.
“You go tonight. You play along.” The look on his face was one of legend, the look of a man enraged by the loss of those he loved. Only seen a handful of times before. It was the look of a man out for blood.
Y/N took a breath, she’d noticed one of the MP’s staring at her all day, shadowing her every move. She kept her hands in her pockets, palms sweaty.
“Hey.” Levi had taken her head in her hands, pressing a small kiss to her lips, “I won’t let anything happen to you. Trust me.” She nodded and his softness melted, “I can’t promise the same to those shits though.”
She played his words over and over in her head, as the MP approached her, a smile and a letter in hand.
“Your Highness.” He bowed, extending his hand with the letter, “I am sorry, I believe I have accidentally picked up one of your envelopes in this mornings mix up.” She steeled herself, Levi was trained for this, and while she wasn’t, he would protect her. He never failed her and he wouldn’t now.
She reached for the letter. The MP grabbed her wrist, pulling her into him. Y/N became alarmingly aware of how empty the hall was. “To the roof.” She felt his breath on her neck, the point of a knife on her back. “Scream and you die. Take one step away and you die.”
She obeyed. Her heart raced, pounding harder with every step. Tears threatening to spill with every person they passed. She forced a smile, nodding politely.
They reached the roof, the MP closing and barring the door behind them. He pushed her towards the edge. She whipped around, where was Levi? He should be here and yet- it hit her. She really was alone. The wind whipped her hair in her face, her legs weak. She prayed he would kill her quickly, was falling or bleeding faster? No. A cut to the neck was. She knew that much. Trust me. She fought to trust Levi, but where was he?
“You.” The MP stepped forward, “You are a catch, I can see why Levi likes you.” He chuckled, “Shame such a pretty body has to go to waste. Such a shame that the Princess would rather jump from the roof than be with her husband.”
“Think again, Dipshit.” A blast of gas, wires reeling in. Before either of them could move, Levi appeared in the air, Y/N felt relief flood her. He landed between the pair, scouts landing either side of the MP. Horror flashed across his features as Levi stepped forward. “Did you really think you would be able to hurt her under my watch?” He asked, “Pathetic.” He glanced back at Y/N, “I think we should send something back in the post, don’t you? A finger maybe.” The MP began to scream as he was dragged off of the roof and down the stairs. Levi turned to Y/N, she ran into his arms, tears of relief flowing.
“I told you.” He pushed her hair out of her face, eyes softening, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“What’s going to happen to him?” She asked, Levi let out a breath.
“Don’t you worry about it. Just know that I will never leave you in danger, I will go to the ends of the earth for you. Nobody will ever hurt you.” He held her for a moment longer. “I promise.”
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Get to know my OC
Caitlin is the first OC I've ever created and I'm proud of how far she has come, so this my info dumping about her, I hope you enjoy it.
General information:
Backstory:
Caitlin is one of Erwin's childhood friends. Being a few years younger but extremely smart, she got to share some classes with Erwin while they both lived in Wall Rose, still being in touch via letters once their lives parted as they grew up.
Graduated from the Mitras Academy in Wall Sina with honors and special mentions, she is capable to make diagnosis, treatments and surgeries in domestic, wild and farm animals.
She witnessed the death of her noble fiance in hands of a titan a month before their wedding while they were in a business trip in Shingashina, where she was born and lived her first years.
She joined and worked as an Equine Veterinarian in the Survey Corps right after the fall of Wall Maria, by Erwin's suggestion, becoming a full Scout only after going through the Training Corps, but still not being very skilled in physical fights.
Her brains compensate her lack of physical strength, though she has a very good aim with shooting weapons.
She's a Team Leader, in charge of other Equine Veterinarians in a daily routine but also during expeditions. She's also part of the Survey Corps science team.
Personality:
Hardworking, logical, realistic, future-oriented, extremely smart, cold, distant, calculative, way too straight forward (can come across as mean or rude), independent, stubborn, perfectionist. Won't hesitate on lying, torturing or killing someone for a greater good. . . or her own good.
Has a soft spot for animals and for people who can really see through her cold demeanor, it takes time but only then she is very caring, overprotective, loving, possessive and even clingy.
Relationships:
Erwin: He's her childhood best friend, they grew up together creating a sibling-like bond. They even shared the same dream about finding the truth about what's beyond the walls, influenced by Erwin's father's ideals.
Erwin trusted Caitlin to be the commander after his death, so she made her best on continuing his legacy, making a lot of mistakes in the process by having the power finally going to her head.
Hange: They were both in the science team and spent a lot of time together doing research. They could talk for hours without getting tired, though Hange is the one who talks the most.
After deciding to stay in Marley, she quit on her duty of being the commander, choosing Hange to be her successor.
Petra: Caitlin was aware of Petra's crush on the Captain but Petra also noticed that Levi saw Caitlin in a different light, telling Caitlin that, if anything happened, she would love to see Caitlin giving him a chance, though Caitlin was too focused on her work and not interested in romance to believe in her words, only starting to think about it after her death.
The 104th cadets: Caitlin doesn't like kids, yet most of the cadets ended looking up to her as a superior but also a mother figure who was there to listen and give them advice, maybe not always in the best way but her words still worked out.
Levi: Him and Caitlin DID NOT get along, at all, for years. . . They're both stubborn, have sharp tongues and get easily annoyed so one bad move from Levi condemned him into getting the same treatment from Caitlin.
After their first encounter with the Female Titan, they started bonding. Levi having his ankle sprung made him spend more time in the headquarters and being paired with Caitlin to be sent in meetings with the other regiments.
Levi is the one that kept Caitlin in touch with her "human" side, helping her to be a better person. She, in return, gave him the love he never received before, putting him in first place, constantly checking and listening him while both learning how to love due to their past experiences.
Eren: He was one of the closest to Caitlin from the 104th, they got even closer by the time Eren stayed in Marley, because Caitlin also stayed to help him with his plan, dyeing her hair blonde, wearing fake glasses and infiltrating as a Marleyan Nurse thanks to her medical knowledge.
This is a general post about my OC but I still have way more to share, so I'll try to keep you updated here ✨
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'*•.¸♡ love songs (virgil edition) ♡¸.•*'
pairing: virgil van dijk x reader
summary: in which I describe a relationship with your favs using songs
author's note: new football crush cause why did i just realise how good he looks
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how you guys meet
No Woman No Cry - Bob Marley & The Wailers
You had just spent a bad day and felt a bit down so you got out of your home, getting some fresh air. Virgil spotted you and decided to talk to you. This small talk soon turned into the two of you ranting for hours about your respective lives. For the time being, he tried to comfort you and support you to uplift your mood. You somehow felt special to have been listened to by him, making you excited to see him again.
how the relationship grew to become official
If You Ever - Nao
Each time you two met again, you were particularly joyful. Anybody who knew you personally could tell you developed romantic feelings for Virgil really fast. One day, you gathered enough courage to let him know how you felt about him, the man in front of you not knowing how to hide his happiness. This moment marked a turn in the way you behave around one another. Both of you knew where you wanted this relationship to go.
how to describe the relationship
A Upendi - Marcel Boungou
You and Virgil were love lovers. All the romantic stuff some might find soppy was your favourite thing to do. It went so smoothly, it felt like a movie where no bad could happen. Each week you tried to do something, trying not to let the old habits you enjoyed so much disappear once you and Virgil got together. In a nutshell, your relationship was a bubble of love and passion, which provided happiness to you two.
how is Virgil in the relationship
True Colors - Phil Collins
Virgil was the best at making you feel comfortable and made sure to keep doing it within the relationship. He saw you in your most real state but knew there was still so much of you to discover. He made sure to show love and affection to every aspect of you. He encouraged you to free yourself, at least around him and every day, you tried for him but also for yourself.
how are you in the relationship
If I Ain’t Got You - Alicia Keys
With time, everything you did felt better if you did it with Virgil. He was always fun, joking around all day. He will do everything to put a smile on your face. Virgil was a major part of the joy you felt in your life and you knew this feeling was reciprocated. He made you feel safe and loved, all you really need in life.
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Sneaky...
Featuring: fem reader x Yoshinori of Treasure
Genre: smut
Warnings: language (y'all know it), unprotected sex, cock-sucking, fingering, hair-pulling, hate, eating out, idiot parents
A/n: this is honestly one of my best works
-You had met Yoshi a few days before you had gone on a date. At first, he seemed like a spoiled little kid when he picked you up for the date.
"It takes like five minutes for me to put my makeup on," he said. "Why can't it be the same for you?"
You sighed. You were getting pissed off at Yoshi and you hadn't even gone on the date. You grabbed your bag and said, "Ok, let's go."
"Ok, bush head."
Your hands went to your hair and felt it. It felt fine. Yoshi laughed and said, "It was a joke, come on." He opened the car door for you and shut it once you got in. When he was inside, he asked as he started the engine, "So, where are we going?"
You looked at him. "Well, you obviously picked the stupidest and most clichéd date ever. We're going to the movies. And what's worse is that we're going to the drive-in."
Yoshi sighed and put the car in drive. "You told me you like old fashioned things."
"Not that old! Not 50s! More like 80s."
"They would do this in the 80s too, okay?! So just shut the fuck up, sit your little ass down and let me make my dad happy because your dad is his boss."
You looked at him. The traffic lights shone on his equally red hair. He saw you look at him and said, "Yeah, your dad set this up. He was worried that you weren't going to ever have a boyfriend, so he set you up with me, just because I'm around your age and my dad works with him."
You opened your bag and made it look like you were making sure you had what you needed.
Yoshi watched you out of the corner of his eye as he drove. "What, are you on your period or something?"
"No!" You snapped. "I'm just looking through my bag. Can I do that?"
Yoshi shrugged. "Just wondering because I don't want to have to deal with a whiny brat who needs ibuprofen to stop the goddamn cramps. I struggle enough with it with my mom."
"Really? I didn't think your mom was young enough to still have a period."
"She's still young enough to have another baby, so there's an advantage she has over you. I bet you haven't even been fucked."
You were embarrassed as you said, "I haven't."
Yoshi laughed and said, "I can tell why. Who'd want to?"
You started tearing up as he continued driving. He pulled into the drive-in and said to the ticket man, "Two for 'Marley and Me'" as he gave him a hundred dollar bill.
"Over in lot 6. Have a good night."
Yoshi drove to lot 6 and asked, "You want something to eat before the movie starts?"
You nodded as you sat up straight. "Anything will do."
Yoshi shrugged and said, "Ok, I'll be right back."
You wiped your tear stained cheeks with a tissue you found in your purse. At first, you thought that Yoshi was going to make you pay for your half, but he paid for all of it. Then you looked in the mirror of the car and fixed your makeup. Then you looked at the other cars parked near your space. They all had tinted windows, like the couples who were in them were more passionate than you and Yoshi ever would be. Not that you thought anything was going to happen with Yoshi. Before you left the house, you had picked out the best outfit you could wear. That was when you thought that Yoshi was going to be nice. Then when he started acting like a bitch, you instantly wished you had picked out a different outfit.
Now, here you were, waiting for that spoiled brat, wearing denim shorts and a black camisole.
When Yoshi got back, he said as he opened the door, "I got you a Sprite just in case and some popcorn and Swedish fish. Did I do something wrong?"
You shook your head and said, "It's fine."
Yoshi shrugged and said, "You seem troubled, but if you say so..."
"What could you do if I was troubled?"
"Gee, I don't know, help you? I could try and find out what's wrong and try to help you through it, but you say there's nothing wrong, so I don't see why you care. Just watch the movie, for God's sake. I just want to get this night over with."
Throughout the movie, it was fine. You didn't say anything to Yoshi, but you felt him get uncomfortable every time Jenny and John were about to have sex. Especially in the pool scene. Then, during the end, you saw Yoshi wiping his eyes, as if he was crying. Then when he saw you looking, he made it seem like he had something in his eye.
There were a couple times when you and Yoshi touched hands while reaching for the popcorn. You pulled your hand away and said, "God."
When the movie ended, Yoshi started the car and said, "Let's go home. That was lame. I've seen that movie so many times."
"Then why did you want to watch it?" You asked. "There were other movies playing."
"That was the only one I recognized. Now shut up or I'm gonna leave your little ass here."
"Stop saying I have a small ass!" You snapped at him.
"Well, you do. It's gotta be the only attractive part of your body I've seen so far."
"Attractive?"
"Just forget I said anything. Don't tell your dad any bad things happened, because then my dad'll get fired. If he gets fired, I'll know who to go to."
"And what if he does get fired?" You asked.
"Then I'll tell everyone that you have never had sex. That's a pretty big deal around here, so I suggest you keep your mouth shut."
"Why are you so concerned with me having sex? It's a little weird."
Yoshi shrugged. "I'm interested. Not in you, but it the act. It's very..."
"Mind-blowing?"
"Shut up. No. Just...forget it. Just don't say shit to your dad. Tell him it was alright and I was very polite."
"And how will that benefit me?"
"Just fucking do it, ok?! You want to disappoint your dad?"
You shook your head. Once you pulled up to your house, he grabbed your face and said, "Then fucking tell him what I told you. Don't. Say. Shit."
You nodded. "Ok."
You got out of the car and said to Yoshi before shutting the door, "Thanks. I kinda had fun."
You shut the door and Yoshi drove away.
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About a week after your date with Yoshi, your dad came home and said that he had to fire Yoshi's father and now his mom had to work. The reason was because he found him stealing from the company safe.
You knew what was coming after that. Pretty soon, Yoshi came to the door and your mom answered it.
"Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N," he said. "I'm here to see y/n."
You darted upstairs into your room before Yoshi saw you. You heard your mom say where you should be. And that was in your room.
It's wasn't too long before you heard Yoshi coming up the stairs. You took a deep breath and pretended to be going through your closet. Then you felt Yoshi grab your hair and pull you away from the closet. He pulled it back and made you look at him. His eyes were black and you had to admit, he was really hot when he was mad.
"Yo..." you started to say, but he covered your mouth and said, "Did you tell?"
You shook your head. You said through his hand, "No."
He didn't believe you obviously, because he let go of your hair and pushed you against the wall. His hands on your shoulders were pressing you against the wall. Then he threw you onto the bed and went to shut the door. Then he said, "You told me you weren't going to say shit about our date."
"I didn't, Yoshi," you said. "I said everything went fine."
"You little lying bitch," Yoshi spat. "My dad got fired today and I told you that you knew who to expect if he did. You heard me."
You shook your head and he pulled you from the bed and pushed you against the wall again. Then he got closer to your face and said under his breath, "Are you still a virgin?"
Your heart started racing as you nodded. Then Yoshi said, "Did you tell on me?" When you shook your head, he started touching your ass. Your eyes widened and he smiled. He pressed his body against yours. "Consider this punishment, my dear."
"Dear?" You asked. Yoshi smiled.
"Yeah, I just realized how cute you are." Then he said as he unbuttoned your shorts, "Don't make any noise, okay? Mommy and Daddy are downstairs."
You nodded and he pulled your shorts down. Once your panties were off, he shoved his fingers inside of your cunt. As they went in and out, you were whimpering softly. He softly asked you, "Do you have handcuffs?"
You breathed in deeply. You nodded in guilt. You said, "In my dresser."
Yoshi threw you back onto the bed and went to your dresser. He pulled out a pair of black fur handcuffs and cuffed you to your head board. "Why do you have these? I thought you were a virgin."
"I am," you said. "I just...I pretend you're in here sometimes."
Yoshi smiled. "Can't get enough of me, can you?"
"Fuck you. No. I just think that you're very..."
"Hot?"
You blushed. "Yeah, you are. So fucking what?"
Yoshi smiled and said, "Then, you'll think I'm hotter after this. You told on me, so I'm gonna punish you." He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and said, "Suck me off."
You looked down at his dick and said, "I don't know, Yoshi. My parents..."
"Fuck them. They think we did it in the car a couple days ago. They don't care if you have sex. They just want you to be happy."
"But, we're not having sex. You're just punishing me."
"Shut the fuck up and just suck me off." He made sure you were level with his cock even though you were handcuffed to the bed. You took his cock in your mouth and he started pumping his cock in and out. He groaned softly as your tongue made contact with the tip of his dick. "Fuck," he said. "You little bitch."
You moaned once he got deeper into your throat. You started puckering your lips against his dick. You're saliva got all over him and your mouth. He pulled his cock out.
Once he put his pants back on, he found the key to the handcuffs and unlocked them. You put your arms down and said to him, "My dad told me why he fired your dad."
Yoshi looked back at you. He pinned you to the bed and leaned in close to your face. "Tell me. Why did the fucker fire my dad?"
You looked down at Yoshi's still hard dick and licked your lips. You could see it even through his jeans. Then you looked back up at him and said, "He caught him stealing from the company safe. He had to fire him."
Yoshi's eyes went back to brown and he sat up. He looked at you and then out your window. "You have got to be fucking me. My dad was stealing from the safe? Oh my fucking God." Then he looked at you and said, "I'm sorry. I just thought..." Then he saw you smirk and look down at your lap. "Oh, you little bitch. You liked that didn't you? You liked my cock? Do you like being punished?"
You shook your head. "No, Yoshi. You made me suck your cock. You are the one who barged into my room and started fucking my mouth. Now, can you go? I have some where to go tomorrow."
"Do you have a car?" Yoshi asked you.
"No, but I was thinking that I could just take an Uber."
Yoshi shook his head. "No, I'm picking you up. I'm not letting some strange bastard pick you up and possibly rape you. What time do you need to leave?"
You hugged your knees and said, "Eight am."
Yoshi smiled and leaned in close to you. "Don't do anything without me."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh fuck up. You know you touch yourself and you know you think about me when you do. I mean, don't do anything without me."
"What, you mean you're gonna fuck me on my twin bed in my room in my parent's house?"
Yoshi shook his head. "I'm not gonna fuck you anywhere like that. Just don't touch yourself without me. You can think about it, just don't touch."
"And what if I do?"
"Then you'll get punished again."
Yoshi got up and left your room. You heard him go downstairs and say to your dad, "See you later, Mr. Y/L/N. I gotta get home."
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The next morning, you wore a short skirt and a loose shirt that showed your shoulder and bra strap. You waited until Yoshi pulled up to your driveway. He came at eight one. You walked up to his car and said, "So, why are you doing this again?"
Yoshi was looking up and down at you. "Well," he said. "Seeing how you're dressed, I'm glad I decided to take you. You look like a woman ready to be bred."
You blushed and got in the car. Yoshi looked at your legs and said, "Why are you dressed like that?"
You sighed as he started driving. "It's for a job interview."
"For a strip club?"
"No!" You snapped. "It's just a job."
"Yeah you're going to be doing more than a regular job today with that outfit."
You looked at him. "What do you mean?"
Yoshi shrugged. "Well, you sucked me off last night, so who knows what you'll do today with someone else."
You sighed again. "Fuck. You."
Yoshi smiled. "Do you want to?"
You didn't answer to that. "Just fucking drive to this address." You put the address in on his GPS and sat back.
"When do you have to be there?"
"Nine."
Yoshi stopped and said, "Great." He turned the opposite way and parked under some trees, dangerously close to the park. You looked at him and said, "What the fuck?"
"Shut up. We have forty five minutes." Yoshi unbuckled his seatbelt and unbuckled yours. He said, "Get in the back." When you didn't, he said, "Get in the fucking back!"
You went to the back and so did Yoshi. He pushed you against the seat and pressed his lips against your body. His hands went down to your skirt and he found that you weren't wearing underwear. He looked at you and said, "Less work for me." He took his sweats off and started grinding into you. You moaned and said, "Yoshi, please."
Yoshi didn't seem to care that there were children in the park because he started touching you all over. His fingers went up inside of you. You whimpered and moaned as he started fingering you. He obviously did not give two shits that you had a job interview. He just wanted you. Then he said, "You want me to eat you out?"
You swallowed and started breathing heavily. You nodded in spite of seeing the children on the park grounds. Even though a child or mother or nanny could come over and see you two, you still said, "Yes."
Yoshi went down and started kissing your pussy before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it. His tongue touched your pussy and you whimpered. His warm breath felt so good on you.
You don't know how thirty minutes passed by so quickly, but you looked at the clock while Yoshi was still eating you out. You took his head away from you and said, "I have to go, Yoshi. I don't want to miss my interview."
Yoshi smiled and said, "Ok." He wiped his mouth off and pulled your skirt down to it's appropriate level. Then he got in the driver's seat and started the car again.
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About a week later, you got the job and started going to work frequently. Everytime Yoshi called you and asked if you were free anytime, you hung up. Even though you wanted to talk to Yoshi, you didn't want him to know that. You wanted him to think that all you guys were doing was in his will. Not yours. Then, if something bad happens, you'll just blame it on Yoshi.
Then one time, your dad called you at work.
"Dad, this isn't a good time," you said as you stepped outside of the room. "I'm in the middle of a group meeting."
"I was thinking," he said. "If you had such a good time with Yoshi the other day, you could go on another date."
"I thought you fired his dad."
"Yes, but Yoshi is a good young man. I've already spoken with him. He said he'll be glad to see you again."
Was your dad trying to get rid of you? Obviously.
"But you and mom are going on that weekend resort thing..."
"We trust you," your dad said. "You will be fine. Ok, gotta go honey. I'll tell Yoshi when you'll be here."
You hung up. "Fuck!" You went back into the conference room and sat back down.
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The next day, you're parents left for the resort. It was for their second honeymoon. Apparently, the first one was pretty shitty.
"We trust you, y/n," your mom said as she loaded her bags into the car. "to not do anything while we're gone. This is your weekend off and you are going to stay at home all day."
"Yeah, because you never let me buy a car," you said.
Your mom ignored that. She got into the car, where your dad was waiting. "Make good choices, y/n!" She shouted as they drove away. You went back into the house and you were about to shut the door when it stopped and you almost broke your arm. Yoshi was there and stepped inside the house.
"So, your idiot parents are gone so that they could get the fucking they did get twenty years ago," he said. "What a great opportunity for us."
You looked at him. "Us? There is no us, Yoshi! We haven't done anything to show that we're together. You still hate me!"
"Oh, like you haven't sucked my dick and I haven't eaten you out ever and we're just so pure right? Fuck that idea. I came here to prove your parents wrong and...my dad kicked me out because I stood up to him about the safe thing."
"Wait, first of all, prove my parents wrong about what and second, you don't have anywhere to go?"
Yoshi nodded. "I mean, I have my uncle, but he's high all the time and is gay, so...I don't think so. Also, to answer your first question..." He grabbed your wrist and led you into your parents room, where no sex had happened ever. He threw you onto the bed and took yours and his own clothes off. Then he got closer to you and said, "How about it, y/n? How about I..." He traced your arm with his finger, "take your virginity away? You know your parents think that they had such a horrible child and they just want you to be liked. Also...I don't hate you."
As you laid under Yoshi, completely naked and vulnerable to him, you admitted that you did want Yoshi to take your virginity away. You wanted him to be your first, no matter how he had treated you. He stared at you, waiting for an answer. You nodded.
Yoshi smiled and started touching your breasts. You moaned and said, "Yoshi...oh God. Help me."
"You're gonna need God's help when I'm done with you," Yoshi said as he continued to touch you. You looked at him up and down and thought that he must be a god. He was so handsome and his body was so perfectly shaped. His waist was thin and his legs were unlike anything you had ever seen. He was perfect to you.
Yoshi's hand went to your cunt and he smiled. "Damn, baby. How are you so wet? All I've been doing is touching you." Then he grabbed your arms and brought you up while he was still sitting on you. You groaned and said, "Yoshi...fuck me."
Yoshi laughed and kissed your neck. "Not yet, baby. I want this bed to know what it was missing for the whole time it's been around. God, your parents are lame. My mom has had more sex with other guys than your parents have, I bet."
"They only did it once and that was it," you said. That was what your mom told you. For some reason, she had decided to tell you about her sex life.
Yoshi looked at you as you faced him. You felt his cock pressing up against you. "Well, here's what we have over them. We'll have more sex than they ever will and they're older than us. How do you like that?"
"You mean, like...?"
Yoshi sighed as he felt your back and kissed your neck. "I don't know. We got off on the wrong foot. Maybe we will, maybe we won't. I just know this: we are going to have sex right now."
He laid you down again and started kissing your neck and chest. You were breathing really hard while his lips made contact with your body.
"It's a shame that your parents will have to sleep on the bed their own daughter was fucked on. If they knew, they'd try to burn the mattress. They won't kill me because, as I told you, they don't care if you get fucked. What really matters to them is their lame bed."
You were basically panting as Yoshi was touching your body. Nothing felt quite like his hands. Not that anyone else had ever touched you like Yoshi was. He was going all over you. His lips against your skin felt like heaven. He was kissing your shoulder when you said, "Yoshi, what's going through your mind right now? Like, what are you thinking?"
Yoshi sighed. "Don't do this. I'm gonna get turned off. I want to do this right now. That's what I'm thinking. Now, please shut the fuck up and let me do this."
You moaned as he continued to touch you. He would not take his eyes off of you. He was so excited to be doing this with you. You felt his cock hardening. You moaned again and said, "Yoshi, please."
Yoshi started touching your pussy with the tips of his fingers. Your skin started tingling as he started breathing on it. He softly kissed your pussy over and over. Then, he sat on you again and said, "Are you ready?"
You looked doubtful, so Yoshi said, "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
You looked up at him once he said that. Then you said, "Nothing. It's just...I always wanted to have a pet name for my first time. Sweetheart isn't much of a pet name."
"What is?"
You blushed. You felt his shoulders as you said, "It's like...if I started calling you Daddy, then that'd be your pet name. Or, like, Papi or boy toy."
Yoshi groaned and you felt his cock on your skin. "Am I just a boy toy?"
You shook your head. "No, Yoshi. You're not. I just...I want us to have a good relationship if we ever have one."
Yoshi smiled. He shifted so that he would be able to go inside of you. You whimpered when you felt him on your cunt. You tried to tell him something, but nothing came out.
Then, Yoshi grabbed your hips and pushed in. You moaned and shrieked once his cock made contact with your walls. It felt like nothing else you had put inside of you before. You got louder as Yoshi started rocking around. You felt the bed move as he thrust himself inside of you.
"Oh fuck, Yoshi!" You screamed. "Oh yes, Yoshi. That's it, right there. Oh, God. Oh... daddy. My daddy..."
Yoshi slowed down when you said that. He knew your were basically high with pleasure, but he said, "Don't call me that yet, okay? I'm not your sugar daddy."
You nodded lightly and said, "Yes, Yoshi." He was right, but you did want him to be your sugar daddy.
Yoshi continued to fuck you until he got tired. Then, when he still inside of you, he said, "Can you ride?"
You shook your head and said, "I don't really want to tonight. Can we wait?"
You looked a little scared when you said that, so he told you after he slid out of you, "Don't worry, sweetheart. We don't have to do it tonight."
"Are you done?"
Yoshi shook his head. "I'm just resting. I don't want to overwhelm you just right now. You're new to this and I can't do anything else yet." He ran his hands along your curves. "I don't want to hurt you." Then he leaned in and touched his lips to yours. "I love you, y/n. All the shit I've said to you was just to make you think that I hated you. I don't hate you, baby."
Hearing him call you baby made you press your lips together. Tears started forming at the corners of your eyes. Yoshi saw them and wiped them away. He softly pressed his lips against yours and said, "Don't cry, baby. I won't leave you."
"How do you know that? Every person who has said that they loved me left me. My parents don't love me. None of my family does. No one loves me."
"Hey," Yoshi said as he had you sit up. He put you on his lap and said, "I love you. I just said it. Don't give a fuck about what other people think. I love you and I would like to keep it that way. I don't want anyone else to love you except for me and...our children, if we have any."
You looked at Yoshi and he held your face. "Do you want to do it again?"
You smiled and nodded as Yoshi kissed you again and you both fell backwards on the bed.
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hi, thanks for opening request again ♡
are u ok with yandere zeke jeager, reiner Braun, bertholdt hoover and porco galliard (aot) with a darling who is part of the ackerman clan?
That is an interesting concept!
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy, relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, paranoia
Darling is part of the Ackerman clan
Zeke Yeager
🚬You'd expect him to avoid the Ackerman clan after he has already been demolished by Levi a couple of times and even he is shocked upon discovering his romantic and obsessive interest. I'd say he handles the situation the best though since he won't have a meltdown nor question his loyalties since they don't lie within Marley nor completely Paradise Island. He plans to do what he thinks is best for the Eldian after all which also includes you. Zeke keeps his inner brooding to himself though and besides his occasional phases where he seems like he's deep in thoughts, it's hard to notice what his current turmoil is. He doesn't plan to make his feelings clear to anyone just yet, even his younger brother though he does question Eren in a very nonchalant way a bit out about you since you're most likely part of the Survey Corps yourself.
🚬He's scheming behind the scenes, asks Yelena to keep an eye on you since she's working closely together with you and gathers even more information since the woman is devoted. When he's taken to Paradise Island, he uses the few chances he has to at least spark a conversation with you. You don't trust him which was expected from his side and he tries to subtly manipulate you, wants to know what you think of his plan. He expects the problem that you won't listen and in the worst case you'll turn even more hostile against him. Zeke knows there is only that much time until things will be set into motion and that you'll fight for your friends so he doesn't have the time to convince you into trusting him. He'd preferably keep you out of the incoming chaos and he has already made plans with Yelena and her subordinates. He doesn't expect you to comply but he has already made peace that he has to use more force against someone like you.
Reiner Braun
🟤He suffers a small breakdown since he finds himself torn apart between his loyalty for Marley and his love for you and it makes him even more unstable than he already is during his days in Paradise Island. Looking on how he had some sort of split personality back in the days, he is pretty moody around you sometimes. There are days where he seems unnecessarily harsh and avoids you for the life of him and there are days where he acts completely normal and friendly around you. He almost forces himself into delusions during those days since his heart hurts and his head feels like it'll split itself. He dreads the unavoidable day where he will eventually have to return because he desperately wants to take you with him. He knows that you'd be hated by everyone in Marley though and knows how insane people like Mikasa and you can be because of your physical abilities.
🟤When he returns to Marley and has failed to take you, he really attempts to let go but it's impossible. You're like a ghost that haunts him and not a single day passes by where you aren't on his mind. He's grown overly vulnerable to his obsession at this point so sometimes he ends up crying because he's still incredibly torn apart. When your people attack his home, he goes through another storm of emotions. He is terrified to see you again since he's now your enemy and also anxious that you'll get hurt or even killed in the war. With his focus already barely there, the moment he actually sees you he just seems to snap and starts chasing after you despite having other duties to fulfill. After yet another failure he's about done with everything as his mental condition worsens and it's only after he joins the group to stop Eren that you two meet each other really again and he's too ashamed and flustered to know how to even interact with you.
Bertholdt Hoover
🧡He is initially oblivious to the fact that he's badly in love but he is so obvious that literally everyone else will realize that he likes his darling a lot. So much to the point where Reiner one day drags him somewhere for a private talk and reminds him in what their goal is. Annie doesn't care as long as she can go home. Bertholdt promises to distance himself and to get his feelings sorted out but in the end it's all an empty promise. He can't stop thinking about you and admiring you for your beauty, strength and courage to protect your friends. He's too timid and too flustered to realy approach you though so he usually just stares at you from the distance. As lovesick as he is though, he isn't spared from the inner conflict since his feelings get in the way of his mission. He panics, begs Reiner and Annie to somehow help him with his mess of feelings.
🧡Reiner's way too sudden confession throws Bertholdt off guard and he directs his gaze in your direction after Mikasa has slashed both, a desperate and heartbroken look in his eyes as he sees the betrayal wash over you before your face hardens and you pull out your swords. All plans he might have made are thrown out of the window as he has to improvise everything. He's put in quite the predicament as there is literally only little time left yet he is certain that he wants to take you with him. You've become the center of his world, he wants you to stay by his side. You're most likely going to hate him and everyone in Marley will hate you as well but he hopes that with the little influence he has, he can somehow help you a bit. He is clearly in a rush out of desperation as he tries to catch you alongside with Ymir, Reiner and Eren. Not exactly easy given that you're an Ackerman.
Porco Galliard
🌫️He's never met his s/o personally, he only really knows them through the memories he inherited from Ymir. It's unclear when exactly he becomes so fixated on you but together with Historia you just seem to be in the memories a lot which hints strongly that you two were close. Maybe it is the fact that you're an Ackerman that peaks his interest so much since he's heard the stories of those people who are apparently beasts in their own rights. He goes through a lot of Ymir's memories in hopes of seeing you in them and gives you begrudgingly respect for the actions you took in those memories to keep your comrades safe. He goes through a firm stage of denial when he recognizes that he has become too focused on you and it's all the more humiliating that he never even met you in real life and that you are his enemy. How can mere memories be enough to start falling in love with you?
🌫️Porco is in a grumpy and slightly aggressive mood after so people like Pieck will pick up that something is wrong. The more he tries to forget about you, the more you plague his mind and it escalates to the point where he asks Reiner since that guy knows you personally. Even when Reiner shares carefully stories from the time on Paradise Island which still haunt him, Porco is in denial and tries to hate you. He even ignores the growing knot of dread in his stomach when your people attack his home, tries to push you out of his mind. That is until you're suddenly in his field of vision. In his range of attack. This could be his chance and yet he's in a state of shock upon seeing you in real life to the point where he forgets in what situation he's in, focusing on you with a fluttering heart. After the battle he's completely out of it, staring into nothingness with a absent gaze. He can't deny his feelings any longer. But what is he supposed to do now?
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