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borathae · 3 months

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“You and your friends celebrate girl’s night at the penthouse. This however, isn’t an excuse for Jungkook not to receive his welcome home kisses. You won’t complain, he’s your cutie after all.”

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff, casual BDSM

Warnings: just girlies being best friends <3, they talk very freely about kink, she shows off her playroom, mentions of sex work & BDSM events, mommy kink, Kookie being her cute Bunnybaby <3

Wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: i reread the caravan chapter of aaol and in it, Koo mentions that she can bring her girl friends over for girl's night whenever she wants to. so i wrote something about that feat. Koo being a cutie. have fun besties 🤎

You had your girls over tonight. It has been ages since you last saw them and it couldn’t be any more exciting to have them stay at your place. You call it your Paradis Girls’ Sleepover. Hyejin brings the snacks, Byulyi the drinks, Yongsun is responsible for the face masks and Wheein brings candles. You offer them your guestrooms to sleep in, comfy pajamas to wear and fluffy socks to show off.

The sleepover started at four. Hyejin and Wheein were the first to arrive. Like always. Yongsun was next and Byulyi came last. You all greeted each other with happy squeals and tight hugs, falling into excited conversation instantly. Your voices overlapped, everyone had something to tell and unsurprisingly, nobody was heard. You giggled about it and then agreed on taking turns telling your stories.

Yongsun and her now-fiancé are currently trying for a baby and are moving apartments. She stopped working at Paradis four months ago. You knew of the last fact of course because you and the others were her emotional support cheerleader in the group chat during the process. She doesn’t miss the work and says that sex with her partner feels so much better all of a sudden.

“That’s what I’m always saying. Sex hits so good when you’re only doing it with your love”, you say, snacking on some salted pretzels.

“Yeah I agree, it hits hard. You’re especially lucky though. Kook’s kinky as fuck”, Yongsun says as she sips on her makgeolli.

“Is Shiwon vanilla?” Wheein asks, “that’s news to me.”

“Oh hell no, not vanilla. Just not as kinky as Kook. You guys have a playroom. That’s so hot.”

“Oh, yes right!” you exclaim, clapping into your hands, “Yongsun, do you still wanna tell us more? Because I just remembered that we redid the toy shelves and you didn’t even see them yet.”

“Okay slay. Please show us”, Hyejin says, “unless you still want to talk, Yongsun. We don’t wanna cut your time short.”

“No, I can still talk during the house tour. I need to see the new shelves.”

“Slay. Let’s do that”, Hyejin says and gets up from the couch.

You and the other girls follow.

“Did you realise that you’ve started saying slay all the time?” Byulyi asks.

“Yes god so annoying”, Hyejin groans, “I’m watching this streamer and she keeps saying slay all the time. I can’t stop doing it because of her. Last night, I literally told one of my customers slay after we finished”, she whines, making your little group chuckle.

“Did he say something?”

“Yeah, he asked me what it meant and I had to explain to him. He said that he didn’t get it and then left. Weirdo, it’s not like he wanted to lick cheese sauce outta my belly button before that.”

Wheein cracks up, you and the others laugh as well. You can clearly imagine how weird that customer was. You had so many of those during your time at Paradis.

You chat about the streamer on the way to the playroom. Hyejin tells you that she really likes her streams and that she always watches them in the evening during dinner and her night routine. She then proceeded to gush about this new rice water moisturiser she is trying, which in return made Byulyi think of how she got a new favourite brand of rice. Conversation shifted to Byulyi and her favourite brand of rice and how she thought of so many recipes already. Wheein asked for them and Byulyi gladly shared them.

You keep the door to the playroom open, turning on the lights.

Your girls gasp and coo in unison, looking around the playroom with sparkling eyes.

“This won’t ever lose its spark”, Yongsun gushes, “it’s so hot. Seriously I’m getting all wet just being here.”

“Totally understand you”, Wheein agrees.

“Wait till you see the upgraded toy drawers. That’ll make your clits throb”, you tell them, leading them to the drawers with a happy skip in your steps.

The ladies follow you happily, looking left and right to really take in everything.

“Is that swing new?”Hyejin asks.

“Mhm? That?” you look at the black leather sex swing, “I think you girls haven’t seen it yet, but we’ve had it for like seven months.”

“Slay. Did you use it already?”

“What do you think?” you say and grin mischievously.

“Huge slay.”

Byulyi laughs because of Hyejin, patting her back sisterly.

“It’s sturdy. Also it gives me a good grip on Kook. I can really go to town on him when he’s in there”, you say.

“I can imagine”, Yongsun says, “pegging in a swing just hits so much harder”

“Yeah definitely”, Wheein agrees.

You nod your head and turn to the drawers, “now look at those drawers.”

You and your girls gather in front of them as you open them and reveal your vibrator collection to them.

“Woow so cool”, they gasp.

“Right? Right? Check out the lighting in there. Helloo? We have drawer lights”, you gush, waving your hands around in the drawer.

“That’s genuinely so fucking cool. And the pillowing too. It makes the toys look so expensive”, Byulyi gushes, poking her finger into the velvety pillowing.

“And now check this out”, you say, pushing the drawer closed. It slides closed carefully, slowing down on the last few inches before closing silently, “they have a fucking automatic break in them. Remember the stupid ass drawers in Room 14?”

“They are still getting stuck each time you close them. Trust me, I’m still struggling”, Wheein says.

“I know right. God”, you groan and open the drawer again just to show off its closing mechanism to them, “look at how smooth that is.”

“This is so cool, seriously. Now stop closing the damn drawers I wanna see the collection”, Byulyi says, making you laugh.

“Okay, okay fine. A girl can’t do anything here”, you joke.

Byulyi chuckles deeply, looking into the drawer with a lopsided smirk on her lips.

And so you show them your new toys and give them a few details about how it is to play with them. You show them your pegging dildo collection and Wheein asks about Jungkook’s progress, which you proudly show them. They react in coos and honest praise and you felt so proud of your husband. There is no better feeling in the world than being able to show off with him.

And there are also no better people to do it to than your friends. You share everything about your sex lives. No topic, kink or fetish is taboo. Conversations about them are normal to you and them and part of the bond you share. You honestly think that if you suddenly stopped being so open with each other, the friendship would feel weird. Sex was what brought you five together, it is what you first bonded over as you had to talk shit about weird customers and even now, when two of your little group stopped working at the club, sex will still be a topic keeping you together. After all, there are many kink events where the five of you and your partners go to together. The shared love for kink and fetish is just part of your identities and a big reason why you loved to be friends.

It is obvious how normal kink conversations are in your friendship, when in the middle of you showing off the sturdiness of your flogging post, Byulyi begins talking about her rice again and you all exchange recipes.

By the time the clock showed eight, Jungkook comes home from work. You and your girls were back in the living room again, but still haven’t started the movie you actually wanted to watch. Conversation was just too good to interrupt it with movies.

Jungkook is a welcome interruption however. You look at the elevator until its doors open and reveal Jungkook in his business attire.

“Hey there!”

“Yuhuu!”

“Welcome home, Kook!”

“Helloo!”

Your girls greet your husband happily, giving him enthusiastic waves.

His eyes light up instantly.

“Hey there, girls”, he greets them, stepping out of the elevator, “hey, my love”. he tells you.

“Hey, Bunny. How was work?”

“Okay. I’ll just quickly take off my outside clothes and then I’ll be with you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jungkook disappears in the dressing room for a moment.

“He worked later today, didn’t he?”

“No, he went for dinner with a friend. I told him to take his time. I’m surprised he’s home already.”

Jungkook reappears again, making his way to you. He looks so handsome in his grey suit that you can’t stop making heart eyes at him.

“___ says that you went for dinner with a friend?” Wheein asks him.

“Yeah, Tae. We had pork ribs. It was so yummy and I ate way too much. My pants are uncomfy now”, he says, tugging on the hem of them to give his tummy a well-deserved break, “I had to drive home with my pants undone”, he says and makes you laugh.

“I understand you so well”, Wheein says, “it’s kinda nice too though. I like being so full with food ‘cause it means that the food was yummy.”

“Yeah definitely.”

“So why are you home already?” Hyejin asks.

“Actually, funny story. Tae had to hurry home because his daughter suddenly got explosive diarrhea and his wife begged him to help her with it.”

“Eew really?”

“Yeah”, Jungkook laughs, “apparently it went all over the walls?”

“Eeew that’s so nasty eeww”, Hyejin says jokingly, “you sure you wanna get knocked up, unnie?” she teases Yongsun.

“Haha, very funny.”

“You and Shiwon are trying for a baby?” Jungkook asks.

“Yup, at least we’re trying for one. I can’t say that I’m hating the process.”

Jungkook laughs, “I can imagine.”

He finally reaches the couch, scanning his eyes over the snacks and drinks.

“Don’t look at the drinks”, Byulyi says, covering the glasses of makgeolli with her hands.

Jungkook chuckles, “it’s fine. I don’t mind looking at alcohol. You girls enjoy”, he says and closes in on you.

He gets on your lap and hugs you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You hug him back instantly, smiling dreamily.

“Hey, Mommy”, he says.

“Hey there, Bunny.”

“How was your day?”

“Good. And yours?”

“Okay. I had too many meetings”, he huffs out air, “so annoying.”

“Gosh, I’m sorry Bunnybaby. But you did it, I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Mommy”, he giggles happily, “I thought of you during the meetings.”

“You did?”

He nods his head and lifts it so he gazes into your eyes.

“I also have to fly to Shanghai for two nights. I gotta meet with a few business partners”, he says and pouts.

“When are you leaving?”

“Wednesday. I should be home by Friday night again”, he sacks his shoulders, “I’m sorry. I know this is really last-minute, but I only learned about it today.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know”, you assure him and squeeze his dainty waist, “gosh Bunny, I’ll miss you so much. Like damn.”

“I know. Me too, Mommy”, he whines and hugs you tightly, “we gotta call each night.”

“Of course we gotta”, you say, making him giggle and lift his head so he could look at you again.

He caresses the sides of your neck, scrunching his nose cutely.

“You’re so pretty, Mommy."

“Mhm, Bunny you’re so cute. Come closer and let Mommy have her kisses.”

Jungkook leans in gladly, kissing you deeply and with his hips squirming on your lap unapologetically. You and he only act this way in front of your girls. No one else in your lives, not even family, knows this side of you. There would simply be too many awkward follow up questions and quite frankly, it was more comfortable to keep this part of your relationship private. But not in front of your girls. They know you for who you truly are. Jungkook was shy about it at first, because he never experienced sharing his kinks with people before. But once he realised that he won’t find judgment with your friends – and he visited enough kink events with you and your friends to know they are just as kinky as you – he began opening up more and more. These days, he is not ashamed of acting like Mommy’s best Bunny in front of them and he is most definitely not ashamed to show how much he likes your kisses. Everyone should know that he is Mommy’s happy Bunny when he gets your kisses.

You break the kiss because you didn’t want it to deepen too much. Jungkook will get horny again and you can’t be with him for at least a few more hours.

He smiles at you, licking his lips afterwards. You retort the smile, squeezing his hips.

“That was nice”, he says.

“Yeah, it was so nice.”

“I think I’ll go to my room then. I bet you girls have so much to talk about”, he says, looking at the others.

“It’s okay. We don’t mind the distraction”, Byulyi assures him.

“We saw the size you can take these days. That’s impressive”, Wheein adds.

Jungkook’s face is beet red in an instant. He gawks at you with big eyes.

“You showed them?”

“Of course I did. I gotta show off with my Bunny.”

Jungkook blushes even harder, hiding his face in his own hands as cute giggles leave him.

“Mommy, you’re so mean. Don’t show off with that”, he whines, making you and your girls chuckle fondly.

“Mhm no. I’ll keep showing off with my Bunny.”

“God”, he falls against you, hugging you tightly as he giggles, “this is so embarrassing. You’re so mean, Mommy.”

“Sorry Bunny. You know that I’m proud of you, yeah?” you say, patting his butt gently.

“Yeah, I guess. Hmpf so mean”, he says and straightens up. You give him a little smooch on his cheek and then it is already time for Jungkook to get up from your lap.

He looks at the snacks.

“Mhm snackies. Don’t mind me stealing some”, he says and grabs a handful of salted pretzels. He snacks on them as he leaves the living room, chewing happily, “will you girls stay the night?”

“Yup, we wanna watch a movie later.”

“Uuh movie. Which one?”

“Hereditary.”

“Isn’t that the movie with the car scene?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook cringes, “well good luck to you girls. ___ showed me the scene and I’m still traumatized”, he says, making your little group laugh.

“Thanks Kook.”

“I’ll be in the gym if you need me. I gotta work off the calories I ate. Mhm those are good pretzels. Damn”, he says and officially disappears out of sight.

You release a dreamy sigh.

“He’s so perfect, you guys. I’m so lucky”, you gush.

“Wah she’s so in love”, Hyejin teases lovingly, making you chuckle.

“I am. It’s getting stronger each day”, you say proudly, sighing adoringly.

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angstkater · 8 months

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mary oliver, from october // vicente aleixandre, from sound of the war // sarah ruhl, melancholy play // colette, from on tour (tr. by matthew ward) // augusto giacometti, die vertreibung aus dem paradies (1934) // linda gregg, from slow dance by the ocean // jeff vandermeer, from annihilation // anaïs nin, from journals volume ii // virginia woolf, from orlando

#web weaving #poetry #mary oliver #sarah ruhl #colette #linda gregg #jeff vandermeer #anaïs nin #virginia woolf

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6sakusa · 1 year

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Synopsis: In which you’re a dancer for the world renowned band Paradis’ tour & the leader and golden boy Eren Jaeger has taken quite a liking to you, he’s been waiting to get his hands on you, for months. It looks like today is his lucky day.

This is based on my rockstar!eren headcanons which you can also read here.

CW: Heavy smut, dry humping, oral, penetration, mentions of virginity loss, hints of infidelity, Eren being manipulative & toxic.

A/N: Take this as a thank you for 1000 followers!

“Y/n, Jaeger’s here for you again.” Nanaba, your dance couch for Paradis’ tour points behind her with a slack expression on her face. She’s clearly unimpressed by the brunette devil sporting a smirk on his lips, his beautifully deep teal eyes drag to yours in such amusement that you almost wish you could read his mind. His hair is tied back in his signature style of course — albeit the stray hairs that somehow frame his face perfectly and God you could talk about those eyelashes for days. If there was one thing you knew about the lead vocal for Paradis it was that he was beautiful and admittedly every time he got you out of dance practice it felt wrongly exciting.

“You know you can’t keep stealing my best dancer right? I kinda need her to know the choreography for your songs.” She turns to face him, there’s a dangerous smile lingering on his lips while his hands are pushed deeply into his pockets.

“Just this once.” He promises, it’s a lie and that shouldn’t surprise you.

“That’s what you say everytime.” Nanaba rolls her eyes, “What do you want her for anyway?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He lets out a breathy laugh while leaning against the wall behind him, something lights up in his eyes as you walk over though you and Nanaba share the same expression, unimpressed.

“She’s right.” You back the head choreographer for two reasons. 1) She’s extremely scary when she wants to be, the majority of that includes the next time she sees you after Eren pulls you away. 2) You’d already missed a countless amount of practices due to the boy anyway. Though it was hard to say no, not when he was the sole reason you were on this tour anyway. Besides, Nanaba knows what he says goes, he’s not necessarily her superior but the second Paradis’ star boy starts whining about how he doesn’t like her she’d be gone, that wasn’t something she could afford.

“You’re good at what you do.” He says, pushing himself off the wall. He’s so convinced you’ll come with him because he knows you, you’re friends at this point and that means you’re aware that he never takes no for an answer. “So you’ll have no problem catching up.”

“Come on Eren—“

“Please?” He interrupts, here he goes pulling out the big guns. As if on cue a dejected expression appears on his face, he pouts slightly while gazing down at you longingly. He grabs your arm, tugging you to come along with him.

“Why are you like this?” You sigh, giving Nanaba a sorry look but how could she blame you? You were in the same boat as her, neither of you had the power to say no to Eren Jaeger, and chances are he wouldn’t let you.

As usual the other girls in practice whisper amongst themselves, always speculating between the relationships you and Eren had. The most popular theory was that you were fucking of course but as they’d told you a million times it was nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, you should wear it on your forehead as a sign of pride but the simple fact was that it just wasn’t true. You were friends, and he only wanted to be friends, right?

“Can’t help it.” He murmurs, dipping down so that his lips are practically grazing your earlobe, “I’m lonely without you.”

“If you keep saying stuff like that people will get the wrong idea.” You hit him lightly on the shoulder, much to his amusement.

He cracks a grin, leaning forwards so only you could catch his words. “If you don’t come with me now then I’ll definitely give them the wrong idea.” It’s a threat that he intends to go through with, you know Eren which means you know it’s never a good idea to call his bluff.

You gulp, nodding with agreement. “Okay fine but this is the last time.”

He chuckles to himself, turning on his heel. He’s already eager to get out of here. Truthfully, the only time he has any interaction with Nanaba, or any of the dancers for that matter is when he comes to watch you. He won’t lie, he’s done some fucked up things to the sight of you dancing, so much so that if he told you he’s sure you’d run for the hills but he can’t help it. Sometimes he burns your movement into his memories so he can jerk off to it the same day, the thought of you moving against him like that was exciting. However, you’ve proven that it’s harder to get into your pants than he would’ve anticipated, no wonder you were a virgin. At times he thought it was more hassle than it was worth but the moment he saw your pretty face again he was sold. He knew he had to have you.

“I’ll practice it later, I swear.” You sport your coach one last bashful smile despite the annoyed look on her face before catching up with the reason for all your troubles. Like it wasn’t hard enough being away from home touring with Paradis, to make matters worse Eren was constantly putting the few bonds you did have here with people on the rocks.

“Where are we going?”

“My dressing room.” He replies like he’s been anticipating your question, he’s got a look on his face that reminds you of an angel but you know better than that, it’s a facade.

“And why’s that?”

“Got a new strand of weed, thought you might wanna try.” He glances down at you as you fall into step besides him. He thinks this position suits you, next to him. “Unless you stopped smoking — already?” His tone is challenging and it annoys you, it annoys you because of course you’d want to prove him wrong. He’s the one that got you hooked on this shit in the first place even though you told him it wasn’t a good idea for a dancer to smoke. You needed all the stamina you could get.

“You know I haven’t.” You say meekly, your gaze falling to the ground. He loved that, loved knowing how much he’s corrupted you. Is it filthy? Maybe. Did he care? Not one bit.

He laughs lightly as you make your way through the back rooms. You’re never at one venue long enough to actually get used to the place, let alone know where you’re going. It made you wonder how much Eren would be wondering around and why? He’s probably taken countless girls to his dressing room already in less than the week you’ve been here.

Make no mistake, you’d been to his dressing room countless times before too. The difference was nothing more than friendly interactions would take place there between the two of you. Still, you found it hard to believe that Eren was just maintaining platonic relationships with all the girls he spoke to. But then why you? You couldn’t put your finger on it. You also couldn’t help the lingering thought in the back of your mind that you were unattractive, maybe he just didn’t wanna fuck you.

“How do you know these corridors so well?” You blurt out your thoughts while taking another turn.

He laughs to himself, looking away. “I like to explore.” Another lie. You weren’t sure if Eren was comfortable with lying so much because he thought you wouldn’t catch on or because he knew you would but he also knew you wouldn’t challenge it. You had a feeling it was the second one. Maybe he liked the exert this twisted sense of power over you.

Eventually, his hand turns one of the door knobs and you step into his dressing room. It’s almost the same as all the rest, almost. It has a clothing rack with whatever his stylists have decided will be best for the three performances they have here, a leather couch against the wall with a coffee table just opposite it and a mounted TV purely for his entertainment. The only difference is that this one has a bed, now that caused your eyebrow to raise a little. You knew that some nights Eren would rather sleep in his dressing room than the rowdy tour bus. You supposed he got a bed added for that reason, you couldn’t see him and all his 6ft2 glory fitting on that couch anyway.

Though, much to your surprise Connie, Jean and Armin were here. You’d had interactions with them multiple times, particularly Jean who could only be described as a flirt though you weren’t sure you would consider them to be friends. Essentially, the entire band of Paradis sat in anticipation while Jean rolled one up, it was hard to feel like you weren’t intruding on something.

“Finally.” Armin collapses onto the bed, seeing the two of you walk through the door. “You’re back.”

“What took you so long?” Jean glances over at the two of you, him and Connie are situated on the couch leaving one empty spot at the very end.

Eren points behind him at you, “Nanaba was tryna be difficult with me.”

“You know you don’t have to ask for her permission right?” Connie quirks up an eyebrow, amused by your meek demeanour.

He places a hand on your back, he’s teasing you. “She likes it when I’m polite.”

Armin chuckles, “It’s nice seeing you again y/n.” The other two nod in agreement upon eyeing you head to toe. Sometimes you didn’t understand how surreal your situation was, touring with one of the biggest bands in the world, definitely the hottest members. Somehow even befriending one of them and now you were what? Going to casually light one up with Paradis?

“Yeah, real nice.” Jean is practically liking his lips. Curse you and those stupid shorts you wear for dance practice. Perhaps he ought to be more like Eren and pay you a visit or two. “Eren thinks about you too much.” Connie observes, “Pulled this out and the first thing he’s talking about is how he doesn’t want you to miss it.”

Eren takes a seat besides Jean, you stand there awkwardly not sure where you’re supposed to go.

“Come.” He taps his lap lightly while ignoring Connie’s comment, gesturing you to sit on it. Naturally your eyes widen and of course he finds it amusing. He smiles, looking at his other bandmates. “It’s not a big deal, right guys?” They nod routinely and you swallow whatever is stuck in your throat before slowly walking over and taking a seat. Eren has a satisfied grin as you try to situate yourself, you don’t expect him to place both his hands on your hips, holding you down.

“Who wants to go first?” Jean asks while Connie holds a lighter to the blunt. Across the room you see Armin close the window, they intend to hotbox, great. Looks like you wouldn’t be practicing later today after all.

“Ladies first.” Eren taps your thigh, Jean hands it over to you, they all watch intently as you take the first hit. “Look, she doesn’t even cough anymore.” Eren teases while rubbing your back, the others laugh while you blow out the smoke.

“Sorry.” You say shyly, “I think I got lipgloss on it.” They all wave you off hearing a string of it’s fine and it’s okays fill up the air. You hand it back to Jean and allow it to rotate around the room. It doesn’t take many hits for you all to get high, now you’re putty in Eren’s hands, all laughing and giggling while you run your fingertips down his chiselled chest talking about whatever nonsense the topic of discussion was.

You feel like you’re zoning in and out of reality leaning into the crook of Eren’s neck while he’s got an arm draped around your waist. Connie and Armin are engrossed in their own conversation while him and Jean talk amongst themselves. “Wanna share whats left?” Jean asks, but he’s not looking at the blunt, he looks between you and Eren. A devilish smile is on his lips and you can’t really discern what he means because there is nothing left to share.

You feel a chuckle reverberate against Eren’s chest, he shakes his head lightly. “Not this time, I’ve been dreaming about this one.”

“Oh I get it.” Jean grins, he places a hand on your thigh before speaking up once more, “It was nice seeing you y/n, you should come around more. Don’t wait for Eren to invite you.” He begins standing up, Connie and Armin glance at eachother, seemingly having some shared understanding as they stand too.

“Bye guys.” You wave, looking up at them through those pretty eyelashes of yours and for a second Jean almost considers saying fuck it to Eren but he doesn’t. They trail out slowly, all leaving some lingering touches on your body until it’s just you and Eren left.

You figure now is a good time to climb out of his lap but he holds your hips in place, “Where are you going? You don’t wanna keep me warm?” He asks, it’s a whisper against your neck and it sends all types of goosebumps crawling down your body.

You giggle, your brain is too fogged up to think straight. “Erenn.” You drag out his name while he flips you over so that you’re straddling him. Once he gets a look at your face he knows there’s no use trying to conceal the hard on in his pants.

“Hmm?” He hums, running his hand up and down your thigh. He’d been working on this for months, literal months. Now that he had you right where he wanted you there was no way he was letting you slip away. Today, it was now or never.

“What does this tattoo mean?” You snuggle your head in his chest, the weed is making you slightly tired.

“This one?” He glances between you and the art on his body. He smiles to himself, his eyes trailing off somewhere. “I’ll tell you another time.” Seeing how you were on the verge of literally falling asleep there was no time for him to waste talking about absolute nonsense. He needed you today, now.

“You always say that.” You whine, hitting him lightly. You can tell he’s amused from the airy laugh that escapes his nose. “I tell you everything about me but you never tell me about you.”

“Yeah?” His eyebrows quirk up, “You tell me everything like what? That you’re a virgin? You don’t drink? You were too scared to smoke?” He’s mocking you, you know that he is but he does it so sweetly while brushing some hair out of your face.

“You remember that?” You ask, of course he remembers. It’s all he thinks about when he sees you. That you’re untouched, pure, you probably don’t know how to make yourself feel good. He wants nothing more than to destroy you, corrupt you even. Whenever he sees you he gets hard, so hard. He knows that you feel it, the bulge prodding against your shorts but you haven’t said a word. You’d never sat on a mans lap before, you assumed it was normal and that drove him insane.

“I listen to the things you tell me.” He smiles, it’s so easy to think he cares, that he’s just a concerned friend and nothing more. “On the bright side that’s one down.”

“One down?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you’ve smoked now so what’s left? A couple drinks and losing your virginity? Seems easy enough.”

You look away, “I still haven’t found the right guy.”

“Oh yeah? What happened to your little boyfriend?”

“W-We’re on a break.” You mutter, embarrassed. Now it makes sense, you hadn’t mentioned him in a while and Eren wasn’t sure why considering when the two of you first met he was all you would talk about. He respected it though, he’d fucked enough girls with boyfriends that he thought it was rare to find someone like you.

“A break?” He chuckles, “So you’re not together anymore?” Everything was coming together perfectly.

“We are, I’m meeting him tomorrow to talk about it, we just had and argument.” Your voice trails off, it’s obvious you don’t want to talk about the situation between you and your boyfriend but of course Eren can’t help his curiosity.

“So you two have never—?”

“No.”

“Why not? He’s your boyfriend, isn’t that the right guy?”

“I don’t know.” You mumble.

“You poor thing.” He says, pushing you further down against his crotch. He was close, so close. “You don’t know what it’s like to feel good.”

“F-Feel good?”

“Yeah you know from sex, or are you afraid to talk about that too?” He teases, he’s about to have you right where he wants you and he can taste it.

“I’m not I just — I don’t know, maybe it’ll happen one day and I can feel good too.”

Bingo.

His eyes widen before he catches his composure. He’s got you now hook, line and sinker.

“You know.” He begins, “I bet I could make you feel good.”

“What?”

“Just a suggestion, you’re my friend of course I’d help you out where I can.” There’s a smirk on his lips. Damn him and his stupidly perfect features. And fuck the weed you’ve both consumed that’s clouding your senses.

“I-I don’t know.” You become nervous, retracting from him a little.

“Come on, I’ll be good to you, so good I promise.” He’s just able to hold back from bucking up into you but he’s not sure how long he’ll last.

“You will?”

“I swear.” He places a hand on his heart.

“But my boyfriend—“

“You guys are on a break, you’re not together. Think about him and all the girls he’s fucked, do you wanna be the only one with no experience?” He coos, rubbing your back. He was a starboy in two things, music and being a complete world class manipulator. Really this was getting him off even more, knowing he’d send your virgin pussy to your boyfriend tomorrow completely wrecked by him.

“What would we do?” You ask, becoming more receptive to the idea.

“Whatever you want, whatever makes you feel good.”

“I-I don’t know what I want to do.” You stammer, Gosh that makes him even harder. You really didn’t even know where to start in the sex department, he couldn’t believe it. A girl as beautiful as you, with those eyes and that dream body, how? How have you never been touched before?

“Want me to show you something?” He asks, you hesitate for a moment but end up nodding.

“Here.” He grabs your hips with both his hands, “Move against me, I’ll help you.” He rolls you against his crotch and throws his head backwards, he couldn’t take it. He needed to be inside you. It feels so good, you feel so good against him like this even with the fabric separating the two of you. You let out a whimper and his eyes shoot open to garner your expression.

“You like that?” He asks, grinding you against him harder.

“Y-Yes.” You position yourself directly above his bulge, your breath hitches with a moan as you feel it attempting to prod into you while you push against it. Your sounds are music to his ears and he can’t believe he’s actually enjoying dry humping, he feels like a virgin again.

He picks up the speed, looking up at you even though you’re seemingly lost in pleasure. “Wanna try moving by yourself baby?” He asks, he guides your arms around his neck so you can be in a secure position. You nod before picking up the pace again and he thinks he might lose his mind.

He glances down to see a dark patch forming against the crotch area of your grey shorts. Fuck you’re so wet for him and the two of you haven’t even had any skin to skin contact yet.

He lets out a moan which encourages you to go faster. “I-I feel like—“ You can hardly get the words out between your moans, there’s an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can’t quite put your fingers on.

“Come on, get on my thigh.” He repositions you because he knew if you kept going he’d cum in his pants and there was only one place he was aiming to nut tonight and that was inside of you.

“W-Why?”

“Just trust me.” He says, tapping against your hips as a sign to start moving again. You don’t have the bulge prodding against your entrance but quickly the feeling returns.

“Eren—“ You moan out his name, he thought he was already rock solid but now he was so hard that it was physically hurting him to be in these constraints. He needed you so bad.

“What is it baby?” He asks, watching you move against him, your shorts were practically drenched at this point.

“I think I’m gonna—“

“You’re gonna cum? Do it, for me.” Something snaps in your stomach at his words and euphoria washes over you, you’re seeing white while he continues to move your hips allowing you to ride out your high. You’re moaning uncontrollably before practically collapsing into his chest once you’re done.

“Fuck.” He says eyes wide while rubbing your back, “Think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?” You mutter against his shoulder blade, breathless.

“Yeah shit.” He glances down, pulling at the waistband of your shorts. “You’re drenched for me.”

“That felt good.” You say, pulling away from his chest so he can get a better look at your lower half.

“Yeah?” He finds it amusing, so much so that he let’s out a small chuckle. “I told you so, didn’t I?”

“What else can you do?” Fuck you were so eager for him, so eager for him to make you feel good he couldn’t believe it.

“You’re so greedy.” He says while picking you up before placing you down on the bed that Armin was on just minutes before. This all felt so wrong, so dirty but you wanted it all the same, wanted it so bad.

“I can show you something else.” He cages you underneath him, pressing his lips against your neck while be sucked on it. It didn’t even take a minute for him to find your sweet spot, to have you whimpering and squirming underneath him. “Do you want me to?” He whispers against your earlobe.

You nod eagerly but he doesn’t take it as an answer. “Need to hear you say it.”

“Yes Eren, I want you to.”

“Good.” He pulls away, burning the mental image of you sprawled out on the bed, peering up at him expectantly into his mind. Fuck he wishes he could take a picture and cherish this for ages, he’d jack off to it daily if he could.

Slowly, you watch as he tugs against your waistband, slowly pulling your shorts down until your lace panties are all that are in his way. “Look at you.” He whispers, he’s talking to himself more than he is to you. “So pretty, I knew it. Better than what I imagined.” He’s practically salivating as he moves your underwear to the side, faced with your bare pussy.

You hide your face out of nervousness, “You’ve been thinking about me?”

He pushes your hands to the side, wanting nothing more to see your face while he deals with you. “Do you want the truth?” He asks, his fingers dip down into your wetness, brushing over your clit. A light moan escapes your mouth before you nod. “I’ve been thinking about this for months, I wanted to fuck you ever since I laid eyes on you. Touched myself to you more times than you could know.”

Your breath hitched, the way he was speaking to you was so lewd you should almost be offended but it made you want him more. You wanted him so bad that you began to clench around nothing.

“Oh you like when I speak to you like that? Noted.” He brings your own slick up to your mouth, watching you suck his fingers before he removes it, putting it into his own mouth. He gives you almost no time to recover, desperate to be back against you once more. He kisses your thighs, giving you some time to ease into the feeling of him around you so intimately like this. The thought of getting head from him drove you almost insane with anticipation.

Eventually he pulls your hips closer to him on the edge of the bed, removing your panties completely. “If I fuck you good after this, will you let me keep these?” He holds them up in the air, it’s almost embarrassing how drenched they are but you nod anyway. Anything for him to get on with it.

"Shit baby." He mutters before putting his mouth on you, you moaned instantly, it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, this time he didn't give you a moment to ease into it which made you close your legs around him.

"Open." He demands and you oblige, you couldn't even speak in response all you could do was moan at the way he was moving against you. He added a few fingers into the mix which made you go wild. If this is what sex was like it was a bummer you hadn’t done it sooner. On the bright side, you were doing it with Eren Jaeger of all people, the Eren Jaeger, and he wasn’t shy to show you how experienced he was. He grinned at how obedient you were, for some reason there wasn't a feeling in the world that he adored more. He could die right here and be the happiest man on earth.

He places your hands in his hair, guiding you to tug and pull on it. You guessed it was probably a kink of his but you enjoyed it anyway. The way he moaned against you when you pulled at him sent vibrations throughout your body. His hairband falls loose and you can’t help but think he looks like his absolute best like this, ravishing you while somehow lost in his own pleasure.

He's got both of your plump thighs in his hands, hooked under your legs. He's almost raising you off of the bed slightly, wanting to taste every last bit of you.

"I can't, I'm gonna—" You couldn't even finish your sentence, he was too much, having no mercy on you. Tears of pleasure begun to prick your eyes while he mocks you.

"You're gonna what? Use your words gorgeous." He looks up at you between your legs, your head is tilted back, eyes contorted in pleasure. He took a mental note of it, in all his years of living it was the best thing he'd ever seen.

"I'm gonna cum ‘Ren."

"Do it" Almost as if it was on command you came unravelled there, you were practically seeing stars. If it wasn't for you pulling him away by his hair he would've kept ravaging you, he couldn't help it, couldn't get enough of you.

He leaned in again to kiss you, he wanted you to taste yourself, to pay back the treat you'd given him, "Fuck." You said once you'd caught your breath, he chuckled at your disheveled state before sitting up slightly.

“What do you think your boyfriend would say if he could see you now?” He cocks his head to the side playfully. “Do you think you belong to him?”

You shake your head, “No.”

“Then who do you belong to?”

“You.”

The corner of his lips tug upwards. “Good girl, you’ve been so good for me.” He begins to unbuckle his belt as you watch intently. You could already see the his hard on through his black jeans but as soon as they were off you practically gasped. His print was evident through his boxers and to say he was massive was an understatement.

You watch as he begins palming himself through his boxers, as if he wasn’t already hard enough. “What do you say, you wanna touch?” You lean forward, running your hands up and down his clothed shaft and you hear him groan lowly.

“Fuck tell me you’re ready for me baby — been wanting this for ages.”

“I’m ready.” The moment the words come out of your mouth he pins you against the bed, once he pulls his boxers down his cock springs free and your eyes widen. It's even larger than you thought it would be. It's pretty, tanned just up until his tip which was pink. You could see the vein running along the side and genuinely asked, “Will that fit?”

“Gonna make it fit.” He throws his head back as he drags it through your folds, feeling your wetness warm him up makes him go crazy. You squirm underneath him, the base of his cock grazes over your clit more than once. “All the things I wanna do to you.” He whispers, “Gonna fuck you like crazy, I’ll be so good to you.”

“P-Please Eren, I want it, I want you.”

“Say it again.” He dips his head down so his ear is against your mouth, he wants to hear you crystal clear.

“I want you—“ You’re interrupted by the intrusive feeling of his head passing by your folds. It hurts, it hurts more than you can imagine as he pushes deeper inside of you. He’s moaning as he pushes into you you’re not sure why.

“Shit baby you’re so tight, too tight.” He groans, knitting his eyebrows together like he’s concentrating on not doing something.

“Ren it hurts.” You say, unintentionally clenching around him further.

“Wait don’t—“ Before he can finish his sentence you hear him whimper against your neck, something warm starts spilling inside of you and your eyes widen at his light moans. It takes an entire minute for him to realise whats just happened as he pulls away and out of you slowly.

“Did you just—“ You look down, seeing white seed spilling out of you.

His cheeks grow hot while he takes in the sight before him. Fuck another kink he didn’t even know he had, now he wants to breed you. “Why are you looking at me like that? It’s your fault.” He says with exasperation, “Why’d you grip me so hard?”

“What? I-I’m not, didn’t mean to.” You mumble, unsure of what he means. Was this supposed to happen? Considering this was your first time doing this you didn’t know how embarrassing this was for Eren and he was grateful for it. He’d never came just from entering a girl alone, then again he’d never fucked anyone as tight as you. This was going to be harder than he thought. You’d made him reach his high in record time and fuck did it feel good.

“It’s okay, I’ll forgive you this time.” He says, lining himself up against your entrance again, “Try to loosen up baby please, I wanna fuck you.” He begs, you’re not sure what he wants you to do. You’re as wet as you could be right now.

He pushes himself in once more though slower this time, his girth made it a little painful at first and he recognised that. He knows it hurts and he’s trying to give you the time to adjust but his patience is just running so thin. You hissed, your back arching against the bed while he coaxes you into calming down by pressing kisses against your face.

You winced a little causing him to rub your temple, "Just a little more okay? You can take it." You nodded as he pushed in a little further, a moan escaping from your lips. He settled for a moment after bottoming out, bringing his lips to yours to distract you from the pain once again. A tear escaped your eye and he places a kiss on it but you could feel his dick twitching inside of you. He liked seeing you cry.

“You can move.” You say, he wastes no time picking up the pace, fucking himself into you. He loved this, you were like his tight little fuck doll, he was putting everything into not cumming again. Eventually the pain subsides into pleasure for you and you can hardly form a coherent thought at the way he’s hitting all the right spots.

"You still need to loosen up for me." He says between moans, while thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. He was so much more vocal than you would’ve expected but you loved it, you loved being fucked by Eren Jaeger.

"I-I have." Your sweet voice almost cracks between the pleasure. Squeezing him a little tighter as he talks to you. It wasn’t your fault, you weren’t doing it on purpose.

You can feel him laugh, muttering against your neck, "Think you might just be too tight, fucking virgin.” He mutters the last part but you still catch it.

"Think your dicks too big." You shoot back but he continues anyway. He begun experimenting with the angles, knowing he's found your G-spot with one particular moan from you.

"Shit, faster Eren." You asked causing him to grin to himself, your wish was his command. He was still cautious that he didn't want to hurt you but he was picking up the pace to the point where you wondered what kind of stamina this man had. If he'd asked you anything now there was no way you'd be able to formulate a single world, your head was in the clouds.

“You’re a fucking selfish bitch you know that?” He asks between the lewd sound of slapping filling the air. “Keeping this pussy from me for so long.” He slaps your clit and you’re so sure that the entire building could hear you at this point but he didn’t care, you were sure of it. “Shit you’re mine, all mine you hear me?”

You don’t respond, letting him fuck you into the clouds. “I’m talking to you.” He brings you back to earth, his hands surrounding themselves around your throat relentlessly.

“I-I’m yours.” You struggle to get the words out but do it eventually.

“Good girl, you gonna let me cum in this pussy again aren’t you? Gonna let me do it inside?” His tone is questioning but his words are a demand, he’s going to do it whether you like it or not.

“Yes ‘Ren.”

He hums with satisfaction before grabbing your hand and placing it on your clit while he continues to thrust into you, “Come, touch yourself.”

Your hands freeze and eyebrows knit together, you’ve got no clue what to do and that becomes painfully obvious to him. “Need some help?” He places your thumb on your clit while putting his own over it, moving them both in a circular motion.

“What? Too much?” You’re babbling incoherently and he’s beyond amused, you’re practically creaming on his dick and he knows that all the months of waiting was worth it. This was the best pussy he’s ever had.

The familiar knot is back in your stomach but you can’t bring yourself to warn him this time, he only knows it once you start clenching around him uncontrollably. “Oh fuck.” His moans slice through your own. Your high sends him into his own estacy, no amount of focus could stop this from happening when you were this tight around him. He came so hard, harder than he ever had before, squirts of cum filled you up and you could feel it continue to pile on even when you'd thought it had stopped. His deep moans resounded the room, he sounded amazing.

He played with your nipples while continuing to fuck the two of you into overstimulation, he didn’t care. He was drunk on this, “Can’t stop fuck I can’t stop.” He threw his head back, releasing another load into you. The next feeling was unfamiliar, you felt liquid gushing out of you and onto his bare V-line as his eyes widened. “Do it again.” He continues bucking into you, slapping his hands against your clit until you squirt some more.

Once he’d pushed himself to the absolute limit he finally slowed down, pulling out of you. Your body was shaking underneath him and you looked like you weren’t even present. “Didn’t know virgin pussy could do that.” He grins, taking in your fucked out state. Almost immediately the look on your face makes him hard again.

He attempts to line himself back up again but you’re still clenching around nothing and he knows he’s got no chance of getting back in there. “What? You need a little rest?” He perks up, he’s teasing you as usual. “Don’t care, this is my pussy now which means you’re gonna be good to me right, gonna let me go again?”

All you can do is whimper, jolting as he runs his hands over your body lightly.

“Gonna fuck you everyday from now on, you ready? This is just practice.”

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𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬

Spin-off of my rockstar's girlfriend

Cast(s): Rockstar!Eren & Model!Reader

Cw: swearing, reader using she/her pronouns, slight hange x reader, food

A/n: haven't posted anything for months! hope you guys love this one<33

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yourinstagram life recently...

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angelicyn WE MISSED YOUUUU

ynfan23 glad you post this when im still awake

yndaily OMG YOUR PUPPY ISNT A PUPPY ANYMORE. ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE WE SAW HER ON YOUR/EREN'S STORY😭

↳yourinstagram i know! but she's getting smarter and cuter. i love her so much, she's my girl:)

erenfan19 i dont see eren... soo the rumors are true?? :((

↳ynfan24 girl, she's her own person and this is her insta. besides, that man is childish lmao. imagine unfollowing THE Y/N L/N just because she doesn't attend his concert in europe...

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justjared After getting unfollowed by her long-time boyfriend last week, Y/N L/N was spotted walking out of Oscar-winning costume designer Hange Zoe's apartment building this morning. New couple alert?

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ereyn.daily i'm happy if y/n's happy🥲

goddessyn cmon, we all know they've been friends for ages. stop spreading stupid rumor like this

erenfan20 not gonna believe anything till one of them confirm it in front of my face

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paradis.memes Thoughts?

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paradisfan7 Im not believing this shit

erenfan21 she doesnt wanna marry him, im crying😭

↳paradisfan8 she once said she's jo march kinnie😭

↳ynfan25 How do you know she doesn’t wanna marry him? Maybe he doesn't wanna marry her? We don’t know what happened behind the curtain unless Y/N and Eren themselves actually comment on it .

erenfan22 guys, if you read the article that @people posted, at the end they said “Reps for Jaeger and L/N have not commented on the breakup.”

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paradisofficial Paradis World Tour. Antwerp. May, 2023.

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paradisfan9 YOU GUYS WERE SO AWESOME😭❤️

paradisfan10 PLS PLS COME BACK TO ANTWERP ASAP. ALSO THE SURPRISE SONG?!? BED OF ROSES?!?

paradisfan11 so sad cant see you guys perform last night🥲💔

paradisfan12 if you guys dont cover “bed of roses” on your Asia Tour, you're racist.

↳paradisofficial We've agreed that every region will have different song to cover. Thank you for your support😊

↳paradisfan12 OMG I WAS JOKING LMAO (i mean, not really)

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sashablouse unseen🤓

tagged: @yourinstagram @nicolo

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nicolo 🤍

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conniespringer dude, what were you doing in the first pic

↳sashablouse cause you're just a man 🙄

yourinstagram dont wanna be a third wheel anymore...

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paradisupdatee New Setlist For Europe Tour! I've upgraded the playlist, link in bio.

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paradis.devil see you at accor arena tmrw!!

↳paradisupdatee See you, bby<3

paradisfan13 the fact they didnt cover any song in northern europe countries😀

paradisfan14 I literally flew from brussels to london last month to see them perform AND THEY DIDNT SING BED OF ROSES?!? I WAS ROBBED!!

↳paradisfan15 sameeee i attended some of their shows in us last year and they didn't cover any song 😭

paradisfan16 is this eren's way to confirm the breakup rumors?😭

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yourinstagram the rumors are terrible and cruel...

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ynln.jpg dont tell me you're in paris...

taylorswift but honey, most of them are true🤭

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↳yourinstagram patiently waiting for 1989 (Taylor's Version)😊🙏

↳ynfan25 soo the rumors are true?🥲

↳ereyn.daily i'm in spain without s

ereyn.exposing Whatever ereyn does is only for promo. It's a fact that eren is not going to follow y/n or ever going to post her picture on his Instagram again.

↳yourinstagram seems like you guys have been talking about this and tag me in a few posts everyday. but now please, i beg you to stop. it's just negative, i really have no hard feelings towards you. i just know what a beautiful world there is to go out and live in instead of trying to dissect a relationship between two people that you don't even know. i don't need his follow, my name is permanently tattooed to his arm. This is my final comment on this, but i want you to know that it's not meant to offend you. just hoping you can find something else in life to be inspired by xx

↳erenfan23 OMG OMG OMG YESS YOU TELL THEM QUEEN

↳ynfan26 FINALLY PEOPLE COULD SHUT THEIR MOUTH NOW. THESE "EXPOSING" ACCOUNTS ARE ANNOYING AF

↳erenfan24 I think you should've messaged them, instead of calling them out publicly like this. no offense, still love you tho

↳yourinstagram i see why you think that ought to have been a direct message, and i agree. i just didn't considered it. it's all really frustrating, and i'm only human... you guys understand how hurtful assumptions like this can be, especially when they are made about someone i care about a lot. if you guys care about him too, you'll eventually realize that we are on the same team. i apologize if it came off as impolite or rude. i was simply attempting to start a conversation so people would realize that their statements were painful rather than just an "anonymous confession." this cruel internet culture has no benefit for society as a whole.

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ereynpost “You guys are crazy, you know that? No... I don’t think my girlfriend and I need another dog for now. What about you, Jean?” — Eren laughs as he answers a fan's sign.

USHSSUDSHDUAJSYSHS GUYSSS THE RUMORS ARENT TRUEEEE THEY'RE STILL TOGETHER OMFG!!!!

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its.ereyn Girl, I almost deactivate this account

↳ereynpost PLS, SAME😀

ynfan27 OMG MY EREYN HEARTTT

erenfan25 PARENTS OMG😭😭😭

ynfan28 I can die in peace now, thanks

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erenjaeger My love, my lady, the most precious human on this earth. I'm really grateful because we have an incredibly meaningful, loving, and fun relationship. As you guys know, this world is cruel and I'd do anything to make her the happiest, but I've failed to do it. I personally love it when people make assumptions or speculations about me, because I know they all wrong. But when people start to say something hurtful to my woman, I can't tolerate it.

Six years of relationship and we have never ever broken up, not even once, if that's what you all really want to know. She's my present and future, she's the one who teaches me how forever feels. The love I have for her only gets stronger and bigger, it's crazy to think about it. Thank you for all the love and support, we really appreciate it.

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erenfan26 I TOLD YOU ALL THEY'RE ENDGAME

ynfan29 how to find myself a man like you😭

erenfan27 oh he is, he really is in love🥹❤️

yndaily the fact that i'll never experience this type of love hurts a lot. but i couldnt be more happier for you two💓

jeankirschtein ngl, at first i did believe you two broke up

↳erenjaeger bro, fuck off

↳erenfan28 LMAO JEANNNN, IM CRYINGG😭😭😭

ereyn.daily As iconic as David Bowie and Iman❤️

↳yourinstagram thank you, but I don't deserve this compliment. also, your comment will boost eren's ego, he'll think he's as good as him

↳erenjaeger why would you say that:(

(+bonus on what really happened lol)

#the fact that this insta au inspired by taylor and joe's break up news lol #im sad...#aot x reader #aot x female reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #aot smau #snk x reader #snk x female reader #snk x y/n #snk smau #eren x reader #eren x fem!reader #eren x y/n #eren x you #eren smau

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Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 8, vol. 18, 23 février 1896, Paris. 1. Nos chapeaux à 8 fr. 95 et à 6 fr. 45. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Nous donnons en prime à nos lectrices deux charmants chapeaux de demi-saison: (1.) La forme en tulle brodé est bordée de jais fin. Le fond coquillê en même tulle retombe légèrement sur la passe, qui est ornée tout autour de bouquets de violettes russes, teinte naturelle, gentiment posés de distance en distance. Derrière, cacbe-peigne de mêmes fleurs d'où s’élance une véritable aigrette Paradis. Son prix est de 8 fr. 95 rendu franco en gare française 2° La forme en tulle uni bordée de velours forme trois godets derrière, agrémentés de chrysanthèmes, de roses ou de violettes, selon le choix. Le fond en velours formant coques est environné de dentelle. La passe est garnie tout autour d’un coquillê très fourni en dentelle Devant, boucle acier. Derrière, deux coques élevées en velours donnent à ce chapeau un cachet sans précédent Son prix est de 6 fr. 15 rendu franco en gare française. Ces chapeaux ne se font absolument qu’en noir, seules les chrysanthèmes ou roses sont au choix entre rubis, rose, mauve, jaune ou crème.

Pour accompagner ces deux jolis chapeaux, nous avons choisi; (1.) Un col en mousseline de soie et guipure crème, à 7 fr 75. (2.) Un tour de cou en mousseline de soie froncée, terminé par des pans serrés en bourse. Ce qui enrichit cette parure, c’est que la bordure est ornée de petites rayures de satin simulant des rubans. Prix 6 fr, 75. Ces parures “sont laissées au choix entre noir, crème, rose, bleu pâle et mauve. Seule, la guipure reste crème. Pour recevoir ces gracieuses primes, adresser mandat-poste à M. Orsoni, 44, rue de la Chaussée-d’Antin, Paris. Les frais d’envoi sont compris dans les prix désignés ci-dessus. A chaque chapeau, nous ajouterons un paquet de lessive iris offert gratuitement à nos lectrices.

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Chapter 8: June - Part Three

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!mute!Reader (she/her pronouns), set in a modern semi-fictional world

☾ Summary ➼ Due to childhood trauma, you find yourself an adult without the ability to speak. After years of working on it, you have found ways to live without a voice. Now here in your late 20s, you are 5 months in getting used to a new town. On a fateful day in late November, you and your adopted sister visit a local bookstore-café, unaware of the friendships about to blossom. Throughout the months, one friendship in particular develops into something more.

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, oblivious feelings, romance, angst, mention of minor character deaths, trauma, illness, adoption, mentions of fire, disabilities, alcohol use, very light nsfw mentions, references to child abuse, smoking and alcohol abuse mentions, domestic violence mentions, light assault

☾ Author's note ➼ Hey guys! Here's part 3, as promised!! I'm going to take a very small break from this so I can get started on my summer requests (which by the way if you haven't sent one in and would like to, please go here for the rules!!) but I'll be back soon with what I believe is the best plot line yet. I'm really excited for y'all to see it, as it's like nothing I've ever written before. See y'all with part 4!!

☾ Word Count ➼ ~5.9k

In the past, Levi never found himself in situations like the ones he found himself in lately. Before you landed in his café so many months ago, life was simple. Work, home, sleep for a couple of hours, rinse and repeat. He didn’t mind the repetition. Then you came in and painted his life with every color imaginable – everything seemed so overwhelming. But you would never find him upset about it.

Levi watches you by the kitchen island as you twirl in front of Hange to show off the new dress you had bought from the shopping trip you had earlier in the day. It hugs your curves perfectly. The front is quite modest, probably a personal preference of yours. But the back – Levi averts his gaze from the searing heat pooling into his stomach. His eyes don’t stay away for long, however. How could they?

The open back of your floral patterned, thinly strapped dress ends right above your ass, falling loosely down to the middle of your thighs. You had gotten so much sun yesterday that the lines left behind from your bathing suit cut across your soft skin. That damned bathing suit. It was extremely unfair of you to look like that.

Levi clenches his phone in tight fingers as he forces himself to look away and out the window to the early evening. Clouds so fluffy that they looked drawn on float by gently. The weather has been great all day, and he imagines it will only stay this way for the rest of the night. Was this an omen for something?

“That tour sure was something.” Erwin says as he ambles up to the counter. Levi hums in agreement, only half paying attention to Erwin’s continuous rambles about what you all had seen today at Liberio’s local history and cultural museum.

Most of the displays were about a war that happened a long time ago. He already knew a bit, considering the war in question was with Paradis, the island you are all from. Levi didn’t care too much about history, though. He spent the entire time watching your reactions from afar, inwardly chuckling to himself at your ridiculous behavior. Wide eyes and toothy grin as you went through the whole thing in child-like wonder. Levi’s eyes cut over to your standing figure in the doorway as you chat with your sister.

If there was anything in that museum that needed to be protected at all costs, it was you.

Something tugs at Levi’s sleeve, breaking him out of his thoughts. It’s you, getting his attention to warn him that you were all ready to leave. He nods and slides his phone into his back pocket before following you to the elevator, your sweet perfumes wafting back and tickling his nose.

Liberio’s town square wasn’t very far. The moment you had all stepped out into the humid evening air, Levi’s eyes were immediately blasted with bright streamers and other various multi-colored decorations. The street is fairly crowded as well, and only got worse the closer you all got to the main square.

The scents of assorted cooked foods blew in the breeze, and even Levi couldn’t deny how wonderful they all smelled. He watches as your nose picks up on it as well, and the way you look back at him to check if you were still there makes him want to whisk you away and kiss you right then and there. Levi shakes his head to get that visual out and regrets it immediately.

You were still looking at him when he did that, and your smile fades. You face forward again, focusing on where you were going. Levi groans to himself, mentally punching himself. Did you think he was disapproving of you? It was only the thought of kissing you that he didn’t agree with.

Lies. His brain says.

Fuck off. Levi retorts back.

When you all got to the square, it was much more crowded than the town locals had warned about earlier. The music increased in volume tenfold, and from the looks of it, it’s coming from a DJ booth that sits in front of the town hall. There isn’t a designated dancing area that Levi could tell, considering everyone around him was dancing to the greatest top hits of the summer.-

Someone bumps into you and subsequently right into Levi since he's right behind you. He grabs onto your shoulders to steady you as he shoots daggers at the person that almost knocked you over.

“Are you okay?” Levi’s breath tickles your neck since you’re still pressed up against him from the dense crowd. Instead of responding, he feels your fingers find his hand and closes around it. You squeeze twice. He takes that as an okay because you continue on, but your fingers never let go. And he doesn’t pull away either.

It’s a good thing that you had a grip on him because it wasn’t much longer until Hange and Erwin disappeared from Levi’s sights. What else is new?

The crowd thickens as time goes on. Levi lets you lead, mainly because he doesn’t have the space to be able to pull forward. It became increasingly clear to him early on that you had no idea where you were going. He makes no move to stop you, though.

Levi’s hand tightens on yours and you squeeze back. It’s reassuring, something he wasn’t prepared to feel from such a small action. Whether it was from knowing you were still with him or because it was you to begin with. Abruptly, you stop in your tracks and Levi smacks into the back of you, almost knocking you forward.

“Hey, what…” Levi trails off as he follows your eyes to the spectacle in front.

A burst of heat slams into Levi’s face making him flinch. Blinking a few times, he spots a man dancing with a torch in one hand and a bottle of clear liquid in the other. Someone is off to the side, hand drumming a beat and leading the dancing man. After a few seconds, he does a back flip and then spits out some of the clear liquid he must have had in his mouth up into the sky and sticks the torch in it, creating a fiery plume above his head.

Levi’s eyes flicker over to yours, which sit wide in fear. It shames him to admit that it took him too long to understand why.

Levi squeezes your hand, only now realizing how hard they’re trembling. You don’t squeeze back. He tugs on it, probably a little rougher than he meant to. Your body sways from the sudden jerk, but you still make no effort to move your legs.

“Let’s go sit. Maybe the idiots will find us.” Levi says decisively before interlacing his fingers in yours and dragging you away and back into the crowd, you clumsily following behind.

Eventually, Levi finds solace at a fountain tucked away down the road that is significantly less crowded. He leads you over to it and sits you down gently, noting how glassy your eyes were. You hadn’t moved much since then, which Levi attributed to the possible shock at the sudden flames being thrown in your face.

It had been quite a few months since you were introduced into Levi’s life, but even still, you weren’t very forthcoming about how bad the trauma from that night so many years ago was for you. He’s made assumptions, sure. But there was never a good time to bring it up, and truth be told, he hoped you would talk to him when you were ready.

If you didn’t wish to talk about it, he would offer company instead. He understood that you didn’t need to say anything now, and Levi would wait for as long as he needed to.

“Hey.” Your glazed eyes shift from the couple slow dancing a few yards away and up to Levi’s slate gray eyes. The cool evening air blows past, blowing a few strands across your face as you try to focus on Levi.

“We can take as long as you need.” He mutters over to you. You stare over at him and blink a few times. Your lips pull back into a grateful smile, and nod.

You both sit for a while, watching the people who are currently enjoying the evening festivities. A group of kids run by, all with ice cream cones, followed by a very disheveled blonde teen who looks torn between having fun and wishing he was home.

In addition to the soft music weaving through the buildings, the rushing of water from behind offers a sense of peace that Levi hasn’t felt in a while. Was it the fountain though, or was it you? Levi glances over to find you watching him intently. It makes his stomach do flips.

“Are you getting hungry?” Levi raises an eyebrow at you.

‘I think so. Are you?’ You sit back on the concrete fountain lip you both were currently resting on. Levi could tell you were doing your best to keep yourself present, which meant a distraction is well needed.

“Let’s go get you something.” With that, Levi slides off the wall and offers you a hand. You grab it with no hesitation, smiling up at him as he pulls you off the side and a few inches away from his face.

There’s a moment where Levi pauses, glancing down to your lips that currently still curve into a soft smile. Blinking a few times, he takes a step back and mumbles an apology. He turns on his heel and leads you over to the multiple food stalls lining the sides of the closed off road, his fingers intertwining in yours to not lose you.

“What kind of food are you thinking of?” Levi semi-shouts over the chatter around you, his eyes scanning around the options then over to you. You stand, hip cocked to the side as you tap your chin with a finger in thought. Your lips jut out as you contemplate. Eventually, your gaze lands on a stall selling something called ‘pizza cones’. You point to that one, and look over to Levi with wide eyes. How could he ever say no to that face.

Levi internally groans when he gets closer, however. The line is a little long, but that’s not what makes his skin crawl. There’s only a few people ahead and Levi watches as the vendor hands a girl no older than 10 a cheesy cone. She takes a huge bite out of it before fanning her mouth from the heat, food still stuffed in her mouth. Cheese and red sauce slip out the corners of her wide smile, looking up at a familiar blonde teenager who returns a booming laugh. These were the messiest things Levi’s ever seen.

“Reiner, you have to try this!” She shouts, barely containing her glee. The boy who she referred to as Reiner glances over to you and Levi standing behind them and offers a small apology.

“I will Gabi, but we need to let these nice people have their turn now. Let’s go find Falco and the others so you can gush about it with them, yeah?” He pats her head and places a hand on her shoulders before turning her around and marching her off. Reiner turns and mouths another apology before getting lost in the crowd.

“What can I get you two?” A man leans out of the window as he eyes you and Levi. He has a black handlebar mustache that curls out at the ends and a sweaty, bald head. He smiles down at the pair of you with warmth.

Levi looks over to you as you squint your eyes at the menu hanging up by the window. Your teeth bite into your bottom lip as you focus, eyes glued to the blackboard. After a couple seconds, your eyes flicker over to Levi and puff your cheeks out.

‘What are you getting?’

“I’m not that hungry. What are you getting?” Levi crosses his arms across his chest as he waits for you. You scrunch your nose as you try to decide, which was not easy to do. His stomach flips as he watches you think.

‘I guess I’ll take a pepperoni one. With extra cheese!’ You sign excitedly.

Levi easily translates for the man and before you can dig for your wallet in the little bag strapped across your body, he whips out a few bills and hands them over. You shoot him a glare, hand still in your bag.

“Too slow.” A smirk plays on his lips as he glances over to you. You reach over and pinch his earlobe with your tongue sticking out at him. He swats at you with one hand as he reaches over and grabs the cone you had ordered from the vendor’s outstretched arm in the other, saying thanks as he does. Levi hands it over to you, and you return a grateful smile despite your annoyance from him paying. Then he points in a direction with his head and walks off, you practically skipping on his heels.

Levi doesn’t stop until he finds a fairly clear spot, landing you both where the carnival games just start on the street. Unfortunately, there isn’t anywhere to sit. Instead, he leans against a brick wall facing the crowd, arms across his chest as he watches you back into the wall as well.

You are much more delicate with this absurd delicacy in your hand compared to that child earlier, opting to use a plastic fork you had grabbed before leaving the stall. You look up to see him watching you with those stormy grey eyes of his. You’re caught off guard by the intense stare that the contents on your fork slip off and splatter back into the doughy cone. Levi huffs under his breath in amusement as he continues to eye you.

He never thought he would get this comfortable around anyone. But you weren’t just anyone anymore, were you? You were that little girl he sought to protect those many years ago. And now you’re the woman he wouldn’t mind standing next to for as long as he was able to. Levi’s thoughts falter at the sudden revelation.

When did this happen? There’s a nagging in the back of his head telling him that he’s always felt like that. What would you think if you found him out? Would you want that? Him?

You mouth a ‘what’ to him, not able to converse clearly with both hands occupied.

“You’re a mess.” Levi retorts back dryly.

Gingerly, Levi leans over with a napkin pinched in between two fingers, his eyes fixated on something above your lip. He gently wipes at it with the papery napkin, your eyes never leaving his face. You stand, frozen, which makes things easier for Levi. After a moment, he pulls away to inspect his work. His eyes scan your face to make sure, but in truth, he just liked looking at you and he wanted any excuse to do so. He folds the napkin up once he’s satisfied and leans back against the brick building as if nothing happened. His stomach, however, does somersaults.

“Um, excuse me.” A shaky voice pipes up from in front. You and Levi turn to the source at the same time and are met with the sight of an older woman, maybe in her 70s, with a thin piece of what looks to be paper pinched between two fingers. She has a gentle smile gracing her features, her crows feet surrounding her sparkling hazel eyes. A polaroid camera hangs from her neck.

“I’m really sorry to intrude, and I hope this doesn’t come off as weird. But I snapped this photo of you two from afar, and I thought you two might like it.” She pushes her hand with the piece of paper forward to Levi, and he takes it carefully. His slightly annoyed expression turns into surprise.

It’s not just a piece of paper - it’s a developed photo. And in the film is a picture of you staring at Levi as he leans in, napkin in hand. It’s not the snapshot itself that flusters him, nor the fact that this random stranger had even taken an unsolicited photo of you both. It was the look that you were giving Levi, forever immortalized in this small frame.

“You two are very adorable. How long have you been together?” She smiles unknowingly.

Levi glances back up to the woman and stutters in denial at the same time that you wave your hands in front of your body in a declining manner. She raises her eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh, dear me. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to assume. You two just fit well together.” She reaches over and pats your shell-shocked face right on the cheek. She stares into your eyes and then gives a subtle nod. Looking over to Levi, she smiles sweetly.

“You keep that photo for memories, will you?” She reaches over and pats Levi on the chest before turning on her heels and walking off into the crowd.

You pluck the picture out of Levi’s hand and pull it up close to your face. Levi watches as your eyes widen at the glossy film. Carefully, you open your bag and slide it in for safekeeping. As if nothing happened, you go back to eating your meal, ignoring the red-hot blood pooling into your cheeks.

The topic of the photo lies forgotten, or maybe it was intentionally ignored. Levi wonders what you might be thinking – did you see the same thing he saw? Maybe there wasn’t anything to see and his brain is playing tricks on him. He decides to go with that and pushes it far back in his mind.

You had finished your food relatively quickly, offering bites to Levi as you went on. He, of course, declined. He was having enough fun watching you enjoy your food in peace. Once you had discarded all the trash, you look over to Levi with a raised eyebrow, as if to say, ‘where to?’

“Let’s go find Hange and Erwin. There’s no telling what those idiots have gotten themselves into.”

For some reason, you decide to helm the expedition again and choose to go through the street full of carnival games. Levi supposes that’s not too far off for his friends knowing who they are as people. However, the more he watches your attention jump from booth to booth, he realizes you were more curious about your surroundings than interested in finding the rest of the group. He didn’t mind if it meant watching your face gawk at everything, though.

Levi is in the middle of staring at some people failing miserably at an airsoft game when he feels your fingers tug at his shirt sleeve to get his attention. He looks over to see you smiling at him excitedly and pointing to a high striker game off to the side.

There are already a few people surrounding it, watching a small woman ready the big hammer in her hands. Her blonde hair is pulled up into clip and a bored expression plasters her face, as if this is nothing for her. She shifts her weight, takes a deep breath, and swings the large hammer over her head and right down onto the lever marked with a red X.

The bell at the top rings out, followed by the loud cheers of the friends around her. She just shrugs and leans the hammer back against the base.

“I told you Bertoldt,” A brown-haired girl wraps her arm around the blonde girl’s shoulders as she smiles widely. “Annie kicks all kinds of ass. Bet you couldn’t even get it halfway.” She taunts. The tall brunette man next to them sighs.

“I’m not doing it, Hitch.”

“Is it because you’re scared of looking like a fool?” The woman named Hitch shoots him a smirk, leaning against the blonde.

“Excuse me miss, what kind of pr-“

“I’m good.” Annie cuts the vendor off and starts off in the opposite direction and says as she walks, “I did the thing, now let’s go find Reiner. I’m sure he’s tired of babysitting all of those kids.” The other two bicker behind her as they follow.

Levi feels his shirt being tugged again, this time in the direction of the game. You don’t stop until you’re right in front of the stand, letting go of Levi and reaching into your purse for a couple dollars.

“Giving it a try?” Levi asks. After handing the vendor a few dollars, you turn around to Levi and smile.

‘Obviously.’ You reach over to grab the hammer. Levi’s concern only bubbles up for a moment after watching you struggle to bring it over your shoulder. It dissipates as quickly as he sees the look of determination wash over your face. Your constant tenacity continues to surprise him, though he knows it shouldn’t. This is just who you are.

He watches as you take a stance like the girl that was here before, legs wide and shoulders rolled back. Taking a deep breath, you swing from behind and the hammer arcs over your head before smashing down with a heavy slam. There's a tongue-click of disappointment as the puck rises just right below the bell. When you turn to face Levi, he sees your cheeks puffed out.

“If your goal wasn’t to hit the bell, that was pretty good.” Levi muses. He’s met with a glare and pout. He raises his hands in feign defense and asks, “Do you want some help?”

‘Don’t even think about it. I can do better.’ Levi huffs in amusement and nods. It’s that damned tenacity again. Without saying another word, he reaches into his wallet and digs out a few more dollars before handing it off to the vendor. You offer him a wide smile and turn back around to the game.

You take a moment to steady yourself, squeezing the handle with both hands as you stare at the cherry red bell at the top of the 6-foot tower. Again, you widen your stance, roll your shoulders back. Deep breath, a swing, and a hit. The area rings out with a loud metallic clang as the puck hits the bell dead on.

In an instant, the hammer is on the ground and your arms are wrapping around Levi in a tight hug. It’s brief but Levi sighs in the scent of your delicious shampoo and revels in the feeling of your body against his. When you pull away, your eyes are as wide as your smile.

‘Did you see that?! I did it!’ Your body is practically vibrating in excitement at your achievement.

“Good job, I knew you could.” Levi rolls his eyes again, only to keep himself from staring at the way your lips pull back into that beautiful smile of yours.

“Nicely done, miss!” The vendor smiles brightly over to you. “Go ahead and pick something off the wall!” He flourishes his hand in front of a wall filled with various stuffed animals and multicolored objects. You press your hands against the counter of the booth and lean forward on them as you stare at your options. Glancing over, you purse your lips and stare at Levi.

“What?” Levi raises an eyebrow.

‘Which one do I want?’

“Shouldn’t you know that better than me?”

‘I’m unsure. Will you choose for me?’ You give him a small smile as you sit back on the balls of your feet.

“And why would I do that?” Levi crosses his arms and stares at you, eyebrows knit.

‘Technically, you paid for the winning hit.’ You shrug your shoulders.

“It’s not my prize, though.” He grumbles, rolling his eyes. You’re really good at making him do that.

‘Please, Levi? Pick one for me?’

“Fine, but you can’t be mad at me if you don’t like it.” Levi frowns a bit as he stares up at the wall. There are so many choices, he’s not sure how he could even pick something properly. Until his sights land on something tucked behind another creature that makes him chuckle. Levi looks over to you and says your name.

“Close your eyes.” He orders. A smile trembles on your lips and you pinch them tight as you do as you’re asked.

“That one please, sir.” Levi points over to it. The vendor smiles kindly over to him then reaches up with a claw extender to pull it down. When it’s in Levi’s hands, he squeezes it gently; It’s soft and big enough to be a pillow.

“Okay, you can open them now.”

The look of pure joy that paints your face is something that will stay in Levi’s mind forever. The way your smile lights up every facet, eyes sparkling just as bright.

‘A strawberry!’ A small laugh escapes as you grab it from Levi’s hands and hold it out to inspect it closely. It’s a simple design. Brilliant red pocked with little white spots and topped with green leaves. It was simple, but it already meant more to you than Levi would ever know.

You hold the plush close to your chest and lean over to kiss him on the cheek. Levi blinks hard and stares at you in surprise, reeling at the tingling left behind where you had pressed your lips against his skin. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Levi struggles to process what just happened, but you don’t give him a chance to do so as you hum and turn around on your heels before walking off.

You and Levi wander around the miscellaneous stalls selling various trinkets in hopes of finding Erwin and Hange. They were still nowhere to be found, but at least you were having a good time walking about. When it felt like you both had done two rounds around the block, Levi found a table off to the side of the main plaza. The DJ is still in full swing, offering music to the dancing patrons that twirl by.

Half an hour later, leaning against the table propped up on one arm, Levi is tempted to just say ‘fuck it’ and head back to the condo for the night until a young man comes up to where you’re sitting and offers a hand.

“Pardon me, miss. I can’t help but notice you sitting here and would like to offer a dance.” He says in a soft voice.

You look up at him with surprise. For a moment, Levi’s worried you’ll say yes out of sudden pressure, but much to his satisfaction, you shake your head ‘no’ with a polite smile. He would never admit how pleased he was to see the smile fall off the poor man’s face at your denial.

“You’re so beautiful, though. Why don’t you come with me? How can you sit here alone?” His voice drips with desperation.

“She’s not alone.” Levi grumbles over to him, unable to keep the hostility out of his voice.

“And who might you be?” The stranger retracts his hand and stares over at Levi with indignation.

“Her dance partner, so leave.” Your eyes snap over to Levi at that comment. Levi doesn’t give off a single emotion as he stares coldly at the harasser. The man walks off, muttering under his breath about rude tourists.

Suddenly, you’re on your feet and in front of Levi, holding your hand out to him. Levi narrows his eyes to your hand and then to your cheeky smile. You have your stuffed strawberry tucked under the other arm that sits at your side.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

‘I’m asking you to dance, partner.’ You wiggle your fingers at him.

“Tch, like hell.”

‘Then I guess I’ll go find that oth-‘ Levi grabs your hand quickly, his fingers folding over your palm.

“Don’t even think about it.” This makes your shoulders bounce in laughter, and you pull him up as best you can. He stumbles a bit, wincing at his sore leg.

‘Just one dance.’ The music changes to something slow as you say that. The dancing crowd disperses, leaving room for those staying to slow dance.

“Fine.” Levi nods hesitantly.

Oh, how he loved your smiles. The way they brightened everything around you. Levi grabs the strawberry out from under your arm and places it on the table you were both just sitting at. You open your mouth to object, but he cuts you off.

“We’ll stay here. Unfortunately, three do not work well for dancing.” And like that, he pulls you in close. His hand wraps around you and settles on the small of your back where the skin just ends, sending goosebumps down your arms and legs. He takes the hand he is holding and places it behind his neck. You follow with your other arm, properly wrapping both arms around him.

Levi feels heat scorching into his cheeks as you both sway to the jazzy tune that floats through the air. He never saw himself as someone who would dance, especially slowly and even more so in front of the public eye. But here he was, with you in his arms. And he didn’t hate it as much as he thought he would.

He looks down into your eyes as he rocks back and forth with you in place. As always, he’s drawn to the depth of your eyes and the way they shine in the flickering lanterns littering around the decorated space. He still couldn’t understand why you watched him the way you did, but he couldn’t get enough of it.

Someone bumps into your back, pushing you flush up against Levi’s chest as they pass. You hear a soft apology from behind and then they’re gone. When you try to pull away, you’re met with resistance from Levi’s arms as he holds you closer.

“You’re fine.” He mumbles to you.

Levi feels your head lower onto his shoulder, your cheek pressed against the soft cloth, as the two of you continue to rock in place. He holds you close even when the song eventually ends. Before he realizes it, one song had turned to many.

You were fairly certain that your sister and Erwin weren’t coming back, and you find yourself not really caring that much. The time spent with Levi was more than you could have asked for. But as most things always do, it came to an end. You couldn’t blame Levi for suggesting to head back to the condo, though. With his more than subtle limp and your burning, tired eyes, you both agree quickly to leave the overwhelmingly crowded streets for the solace of a quiet space.

The moment the elevator doors slammed shut, the atmosphere between you and Levi shifts instantly. Thinking back on it, you would say some of it was your fault. The way you eyed Levi as he leaned across to press the code. How now in this enclosed space, his intoxicating scent filled every corner. You were alone with him for once, with no one around to watch. Were the events from tonight fogging your mind?

You grip Levi’s sleeve in tight fingers, and as always, he looks over to you in concern. You only do this to get his attention, though why he always looks at you like something is wrong is beyond you. But maybe he should think that, because there was something terribly wrong.

“Yeah?” He mutters over to you, sharp gray eyes staring into your own.

You can’t hear anything but the pulse pounding in your ears. If you could, you would have heard how your breath hitched and the breathy way Levi said your name. If you were paying attention to anything other than the way his gaze softened, you would have noticed it was you grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him into you. If you had any thoughts past the way his beautifully marred lips looked right now, you would have noticed that your lips were already pressing onto them.

You’ve always been a hopeless romantic. You’ve read all the books, watched all the rom-coms, laughed at the insinuation that there would be sparks or even something burning in your chest when you kiss someone special to you. Nothing prepares you for the way you feel right now.

Fluttering your eyes closed, you melt. You tangle your fingers into his soft t-shirt and hold him close, feeling his body heat emanating through the cloth. Levi’s rough hand cups your jaw and tilts your head, pulling you more into the kiss. There’s a hunger behind his movements and a fleeting thought of him devouring you whole flies through your mind. You wouldn’t mind, not if it was Levi.

His hands find their way down to your hips and squeezes, his fingertips finding purchase and digging into your flesh. Heat flows through your whole body like explosive static. The tip of his tongue teases the entrance of your mouth, as if asking for permission. In an answer to Levi, you moan softly into his mouth. You were unprepared for how touch starved you were, and something tells you Levi could notice. Perhaps he was the same.

As if struck by lightning, Levi pulls away quickly as he inhales sharply for air. Your chest rises and falls as you do your best to catch your breath as well. He stares at you, eyes wide in shock at what just happened.

Levi says your name again, softly. Perplexed. Confused.

You’re suddenly aware of what you and Levi just did. A dam bursts in you and you can’t placate the emotions you seem to be cycling through right now. You lift a finger up to your bottom lip, still feeling the pressure of his lips on yours. Still tasting Levi on your tongue. Oh god, why did you do that?

Ding!

You press your stuffed plush against your chest and push past him into the condo. You beeline it to your bedroom, closing the door behind you and sliding against it until you are sitting on the floor. Burying your face into the soft fabric of the strawberry, you take a deep breath and try to focus on the emotions at the forefront of your mind.

There’s the obvious giddiness that dances through, then the elation and the excitement. But then comes guilt, fear, and mourning for the friendship you and Levi had up until you ruined it with your own impulsive self. You shouldn’t have kissed him, but you did. And you wanted to. And you liked it. But the hot tears that threatened to overspill from your eyes tells a different story.

Moonlight filters in through the sheer curtains, creating shadows on the floor next to you. You hear a door shut out in the living space, the click reverberating off the empty walls. You tell yourself after three deep breaths to get up and get ready for bed. It takes you more than ten, but eventually you find yourself in pajamas and lying on your side facing away from the windows.

Sleep does not come easily to you. You’re awake when Hange comes stumbling into the bedroom singing a song about bumblebees. You’re awake while pretending to be asleep so you don’t have to answer Hange’s incessant comments and questions as they get ready for bed. And you’re even awake when the walls start lighting up with blue hues from the oncoming sunrise.

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Headcanons:

YumiHisu // Modern setting // Band AU

"Historia 'the Queen' Reiss comes out!"

The front-page headline of the Trost Times Valentine's Day issue hit her fans like a punch. After years avoiding the subject of her love life, hiding from paparazzi, dodging nosy journalists, the famous Paradis Devils lead singer finally announced that she was in love. With a girl.

The band was formed in high school by Eren Jaeger & his friends Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer & Marco Bodt. After a few disappointing concerts in seedy bars around Shiganshina, the group decided to find a female singer to boost their audience.

Historia Reiss was not only the Maria High School goddess, but she sang like an angel. The boys convinced her to be their new singer & their muse. Her looks, her voice, her charisma quickly drew a crazy amount of new admirers, worshippers driven insane by the slightest appearances of their revered 'Queen'.

From this moment on, the Paradis Devils soon became one of the most popular bands on the island, following No Name close in the charts. They played sold-out dates all around the country & beyond the walls.

Inevitably, paparazzi started to hunt them down. Their fans became more & more passionate about their private lives, discussing theories on social media. Their chemistry on stage was so obvious that most fans thought Eren & 'the Queen' were a couple, which none of them confirmed or denied, rather playing with the ambiguity of their relationship every time they were seen in public.

When Marco quit the band, he was replaced by the Titans' former drummer Ymir.

Saying that Historia & Ymir's first interactions didn't go well is an understatement. Too used to being worshipped, 'the Queen' obviously couldn't stand the other girl's stand-offish, quizzical demeanour.

In spite of all her sugar-coated words & outgoing behaviour, Historia couldn't wipe the infuriating smirk off Ymir's face. Not to mention the way she looked at her, a look that bore into her very soul, as if she knew about the dark truth behind the happy mask.

Ymir's aloof personality, her cynical take on life, her whole behaviour was an intriguing, appealing mystery to the young singer. Not being able to wrap the freckled girl around her little finger pissed Historia off more than she would admit, thus increasing her interest in the musician.

The band was now more famous than ever. Being on tour most of the time, living close together, away from family or loved ones, tensions rose between them all. Fame was taking a toll on the band. As the Paradis Devils' figurehead, Historia was deeply affected by the pressure of stardom & isolated herself more & more everyday, locked in her hotel room or wandering the streets at night, slowly sliding into sadness.

One night, after an exhausting concert abroad, loneliness hit Historia hard. As the others loudly enjoyed an afterparty with a few friends by the pool, she was sitting alone on a remote bench, hoping the starry sky, the chirping of crickets or the rose garden scent would help her forget the void she felt inside.

She startled to the tinkling noise next to her. Against all odds, Ymir had left the party with a bottle of champagne & two crystal glasses to join her. As the night & the conversation between the girls went on, Historia was amazed by how deeply Ymir understood her inner turmoils & how kind she could be. For the first time in her life, Historia forgot her loneliness & felt alive, finally.

In the dead of night, here in the quiet, secluded garden, they shared their first kiss under the stars.

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vainilla-milk · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 5 - Domestic life

pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem! Reader

tags: canon universe, MANGA SPOILERS, marriage, hurt/comfort, a little corny

wordcount: 1.4k

Reiner doesn't remember when he started sleeping well, feeling safe, feeling good about himself. The only certainty he has is that it all started after he met you.

Marley and Paradis' war consumed him and wore out much of his life, from his childhood until he became a young adult. At first, Reiner could not adjust to his new reality after the rumble.

Clearly everyone was having a hard time starting from scratch, but for someone who had served as a weapon of war since childhood, it was much more complicated.

He recalls that he felt he had no purpose, even again he had begun to appear to be something he was not.

He was damaged, and the end of the war began to give him time to introspect. Damn, he really hated it when his mind decided to make him think during the nights.

He was falling into a deep pit and felt suffocated.

One day, after finishing those grueling hero tours of the world, he ran into you while walking to where he was staying.

That day marked a real before and after in his life.

He never thought he would end up married to you, but fate has always played unexpected tricks on him.

First it gave him the armored titan, then the right to a long life, now, who Reiner faithfully believes to be the love of his life.

You.

When Reiner began to realize that he really enjoyed sleeping, it was when you woke up next to him, maybe even before.

He remembers those nights of introspection, where his brain made him think that maybe, just maybe, he was falling in love. The famous butterflies he heard so much about had finally appeared inside him.

I could say that he started sleeping pretty well when he fell in love with you.

Remember also that cooking stopped being tedious and dreary, because sharing the habit of cooking with you even got him back into good eating habits.

Of course, Reiner's mornings were his favorite time of day. He would wake up and love to realize he slept well, but more he loved to feel you snuggled in his arms.

The best feeling he could ever feel in his life.

"Good morning" you say sleepily to him, you stir in his embrace. Your favorite place to sleep.

You feel lips resting on your forehead, unconsciously you smile.

Reiner begins to stroke your back, enjoying every moment.

After you were both fully awake and the morning cuddling was over, breakfast followed.

You were the reason Reiner was able to reconcile his eating habits and his relationship with the kitchen, so breakfast became one of the most important moments for him since he married you.

It was nice to be sitting next to you, both enjoying your coffees or teas, eating a delicious plate of fruit, toast or those delicious pancakes that Reiner had never tasted until the war ended.

Sometimes he lives with you in an intimate and serene silence, other times they talk in a relaxed way. Without the need to hide anything or make appearances.

In the dusty memories that Reiner does not like to recall, there is the constant of having lived locked up in a dreary and cold house confined in a grayish city and deprived of happiness.

Now, he walks in a small garden full of life in his own house made of wood. It is not very big or ostentatious, but it has everything he needs. It is warm, cozy and vibrant.

The hands he once used to get blood on his hands now weed the soil and prepare it for planting a fruit tree. Reiner snorts and wipes the sweat from his brow, he has been since early morning working in the garden.

His head turns looking for your figure, you have your back to him pruning the rose bush. He can't help but smile, he simply feels too much peace at being aware of the direction his life has taken.

His body slightly crippled from having been bent over for so long, he stands up, stretches a little and approaches you.

"Let's go to lunch" he surprises you with a kiss on your temple, his hand encircles you and ends up on your belly which he caresses causing you to tingle slightly at the softness with which his fingers run over you.

You smile and turn around to give him a short kiss on the lips. "I'm coming after you"

Reiner spreads his lips and turns around walking into his house, that cozy house he could firmly call home. He grooms himself wiping off his sweat and changing his clothes, then heads to the kitchen. He feels excitement every time it's his turn to prepare and serve lunch.

You appear behind him as he takes care of the dishes while you take care of the silverware and set the table in the dining room.

The two of you make a great team.

Then a few minutes later you are sitting around, chatting about the progress your garden is making. Reiner feels his chest swell with love, he still can't get used to this.

Is it real?

"I love you" he hears, the words echoed in his mind. His mouth closes and silence hangs over you.

His amber eyes and decorated with the wrinkles that age and war gave him rest on yours. He cannot read your face well, nor does he feel able to formulate a sentence. His heart begins to race.

"I love you, Reiner" you repeat. Your face smiles with a melancholic expression, after a few seconds of keeping your gaze on your husband you move your chair closer to be even closer to him. Your two hands rest on the hand that Reiner had resting on the table. You caress it and look closely at his wedding ring, the one that binds him to you.

Reiner watches your movements and gestures closely, not realizing that he has been holding his breath.

"Maybe I wasn't in a war like you, nor did I see people die" you continue with your crestfallen gaze on the wedding ring on Reiner's hand. Your voice seems almost whispery. "I didn't go through any of that, definitely. But... I was hurt, too much. I know you were just as hurt as I was"

Your breathing feels shaky, but you still continue. You finally turn your eyes to the man in front of you, you know he's nervous. You smile sweetly at him.

"I started to heal when I found you. I started to be happy" you finish.

There was a time before where Reiner only felt the weight of his crimes, of having murdered people, of failing to protect. Of snatching and being snatched.

It has been years of being tormented by those regrets and ghosts, but now, he experiences something new. You were the first person who filled him with sincere love, the first one who listened to him without judging him. You embraced him and took him out of that dark room in which he was trapped.

Now, he is becoming aware that he did the same with you without realizing it. He was the first to love you with sincerity, he listened to you without judging you, he embraced you and protected you from that darkness that haunted you for so many years.

"I love you" you say again. Your hand clings to his.

Reiner feels a tear slide down his cheek, your eyes are crystal clear as well. His hand momentarily releases from yours and then he takes it in both of his. He gently brings it to his lips and kisses your knuckles, caressing the back of your hand with his thumbs.

His face lifts up into yours, he smiles at you and finally moves closer to you.

Your mouths meet and you kiss slowly letting your emotions flow.

"I love you, you can't even imagine how much" he answers you.

You both laugh knowingly before kissing again. Your eyes begin to swell after a few stray tears.

It's real.

The two of you finish your sentimental lunch, clean up and tidy up. You have the afternoon off.

Reiner is sitting on the long sofa in the living room, reading a book, a habit he picked up not long ago. The sunlight filters through the window, giving it a pleasant illumination. On one side of him is you, semi reclining on the sofa and leaning against his chest. His arm is around you and keeps you tight against him, he has become accustomed to having you leaning against him, so the discomfort after a long time is less frequent.

You take your nap peacefully wrapped in your husband's arm.

And Reiner is simply happy.

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chloetrojan · 8 months

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On est le dimanche 17 septembre, il est minuit 44 et cette aventure des concours d’entrée aux conservatoires de théâtre se termine pour moi. Cela fait maintenant plus de deux mois que je me prépare à ces examens. En me lançant dans ce long chemin semé d’embuches, je ne pensais pas vivre autant de choses et surtout j’ai appris à mieux me connaître.

Évidement je me faisais un tas de scénarios dans ma tête pour je le pense me rassurer, car je plongeais dans l’inconnu. Je me suis donc préparé avec acharnement pendant les deux mois de vacances, j’ai choisi mes textes, je les ai décortiqués et je les ai appris par cœur, mais quand je dis par cœur c’est qu’ils me trottent dans la tête nuits et jours. Bien sûr ces deux mois n’ont pas toujours été de tout repos, j’ai beaucoup douté et j’ai rencontré le syndrome de l’imposteur. C’est ce sentiment de ne pas être à sa place, j’avais l’impression de me lancer dans un monde qui n’était pas le mien, mais je me suis accroché, j’ai persévéré et je lui ai dit adieu. Le 30 août j’ai passé le concours du Conservatoire royal de Bruxelles, j’étais impatiente, j’avais envie de m’amuser et de montrer cette flamme et cette envie d’être là.

Je n’avais pas la crainte de l’inconnu, car le 28 août j’étais passé devant le jury en tant que réplique, d’ailleurs le jury m’avait demandé si ils allaient me revoir, ce qui était bon signe.

Mon audition c’est très bien passée je me suis amusé, je n’ai pas eu de trou dans mes textes, ils m’ont demandé ma scène classique ( les Femmes Savantes, acte 1, scène 1), ma scène contemporaine ( Réunification des deux Corées, la scène amitié de Joël Pommerat), mon texte non dramatique( le discours des droits de la femme et de la citoyenne d’Olympe de Gouges) et ma chanson ( le paradis blanc de Michel Berger). Le lendemain je passe l’examen de l’INSAS, on a 45min pour apprendre et travailler un texte avec un candidat qu’on ne connait pas, on passe devant le jury, on joue la scène et ensuite on présente un solo de 2min top chrono. Pour mon solo j’ai expliqué l’histoire du Nichon et du Starbucks avec les photos des discussions et de mon gobelet. Le vendredi 1er septembre à 19h09 je recevais le mail du Conservatoire Royal de Bruxelles me disant que j’étais prise au second tour.

J’ai donc appris le dialogue et le texte non dramatique pendant le week-end. Le lundi matin à 9h commençait le second tour, on apprend qu’on était 300 candidats au premier tour et 52 sélectionnés au second tour sachant qu’ils allaient en prendre entre 20 et 25.

Ces trois jours de second tour étaient extraordinaires, j’ai appris tellement de choses et surtout je me suis projeté et je me suis donné la liberté de rêver. Le matin du vendredi 8 septembre, j’apprenais que je n’étais pas prise au second tour de l’INSAS, je m’y attendais et je savais que je n’avais pas le profil pour cette école, mais ce fut une expérience. Le soir je me suis rendue au Conservatoire Royal de Bruxelles pour la proclamation des élus et mon nom n'a pas été prononcé, je suis triste, des larmes coulent sur mon visage je vois autour de moi des larmes de joie et des larmes de tristesse pour ma part c’est des larmes de tristesse j’ai la gorge serrée, mon espoir s’écroule, je prends le temps de me poser, je parle avec ceux qui sont pris et d’autre qui ne sont pas pris, je fume une cigarette et elle a le goût de l’échec. Je vais voir les profs, la première chose qu’ils me disent est « Félicitations, tu n’as que 18 ans et un an de théâtre à ton actif et tu as été prise au second tour. » Ensuite ils me disent que je dois travailler ma palette d’émotions et mon expression corporelle, je le sais c’est des choses que je dois travailler, ils m’encouragent pour la suite et espèrent me revoir l’année prochaine. Je prends mon téléphone et j’appelle mes parents, j’ai envie de me faire toute petite, j’ai honte, tellement honte, je sens qu’ils sont déçus pour moi, mais me félicitent pour mon parcours, j’ai réussi à ne pas pleurer, je me montre forte devant eux. Je quitte le Conservatoire, je suis sur mon vélo et les larmes coulent, je pédale jusqu’à mon baby sitting, je sonne à la porte et je me montre souriante, confiante et heureuse même si en réalité c’est tout le contraire. Le lendemain matin ça va mieux je n’ai pas le temps de m’apitoyer sur mon sort, j’ai encore deux concours à passer, je dois rester concentré pas que pour moi, mais également pour ma réplique. Le dimanche 10 septembre, je me lève à 5h pour me rendre au Conservatoire de Liège, je ne souhaite pas rentrer dans cette école, car la pédagogie ne me convient pas et je le dis clairement dans mon dossier, mais c’est une expérience en plus, car ce concours est public. Je m’éclate sur scène. Lors de la proclamation le directeur ne prononce pas mon nom, mais en sortant du Conservatoire un prof vient me voir et me dit, qu’ils ont lu mon dossier et que si je n’avais pas noté que je ne voulais pas allez dans cette école, j’aurais été prise au second tour. Sans regret, je prends le train et je rentre sur Bruxelles, Liège ce n’est pas pour moi, Mons non plus d’ailleurs. J’apprends le 16 septembre à 23h45 que je ne suis pas prise pour le second tour de Mons. Je suis déçue, mais en même temps rassuré je me sens trop fatigué pour un second tour. Les concours c’est finis pour cette année. Lundi à 8h30 je serai à l’université pour des études de communication et de journalisme.

Cette année je vais avoir le temps de me cultiver, je vais lire des pièces de théâtre, je vais encore plus aller au théâtre et au cinéma, je vais continuer les cours de théâtre et je vais faire des stages pour me représenter avec plus de matière au concours l’année prochaine et surtout je ne vais pas lâcher ce rêve ! Je n’aurais jamais pensé vivre autant de choses à 18 ans, mais je ne regrette rien je suis fière de moi et de mon parcours, toutes ces étapes franchies n’ont fait que confirmer cette envie qui bouillonne en moi.

Chloé Trojan.

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downhill-rp · 3 months

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“ Un espace liminal c'est quelque chose de tangible et de familier comme un chemin, un passage, ou un portail. Ils existent pour être traversés, lorsqu’on se dirige vers l'ailleurs. Mais si on s'arrête trop longtemps dans l'un d'entre eux, la transition à tendance à devenir une destination. —————

Tu ouvres les yeux. Réveillé par la sensation désagréable d’un vent froid et glacé qui se faufile sous ta fenêtre et vient te mordre la peau. Tu l’avais fermée, cette fenêtre, pourtant. Le petit moment de doute qui s’installe dans tes entrailles est rapidement remplacé par un dépit habituel, tu te dis que tu as sans doute oublié, malgré ta certitude initiale. Ce sont des choses qui arrivent, après tout. Un pas hors du lit, le sol glacé de ta chambre vient t’arracher un frisson désagréable tandis que tu cherches dans le noir tes précieux chaussons qui viendront te tenir compagnie le temps de te réveiller. Une main glissée sous le lit, pour essayer, à tâtons, de les retrouver. Parce qu’ils ont forcément glissé par là.

Et dans le noir complet, sous ce lit, tu passes d’un bout à l’autre, pas moyen de les retrouver. Agacé, tu t’abaisses, puis tu te penches. Tu croises le regard avec cette chose qui se cache sous ton lit, créature aux grands yeux blancs et aux dents pointues. Et finalement, tu les retrouve ces chaussons. Tu te relèves, ignores ce que tu viens d’apercevoir sous ton lit. C’est ton imagination qui te joue des tours, comme d’habitude, regarder un film d’horreur la veille ce n’est jamais une bonne idée, tu devrais le savoir. Ton imaginaire finit toujours par invoquer ce qui ne devrait pas l'être. Ces choses qu'on doit garder enfermée dans nos cauchemars les plus profonds.

Ici, plus qu'ailleurs. Tu le sais si bien, l'imagination n'est pas quelque chose qu'il faut encourager. Dans ce petit coin de paradis où tout va toujours pour le mieux dans le meilleur des mondes, et où l'on ne rêve pas de monstres et d'entités malfaisantes. Downhill, ce petit endroit à l'écart de tout, où l'on se sent si bien. Il ne faudrait pas venir tout gâcher avec ces histoires extravagantes.

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dorn-queen-of-thorns · 8 months

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" A wind of change"

Prolog for " Our future signed in letter"

Time to move on

Paradis the year 857 late summer (1917)

The young woman stands there with a chilled look. She has been invited to the Queen's country estate today by Queen Historia and Diplomat Kiyomi Azumabito. Rather, she was persuaded to do so and brought here. The former members of the alliance will arrive at Paradis in 24 hours and both heads of state are both hoping that Hizuru’s last direct descendant of the shogun will find a capable marriage candidate among them.

The two servants eagerly take the measurements from the 1.78 m tall woman, who has grown a little since the war against Eren Jaeger. She doesn't like the fact that she is taller than all other women. She looks bored with her silver-gray eyes that don't radiate a bit of joy.

The servants have received an order from Diplomat Kijomi to dress up the young lady standing in front of them. The servants are constantly teasing her with their needles, giving her instructions to keep still, and asking questions about which color or fabric she prefers. They dress her up nicely like a docile doll. Ugh!

She doesn't understand why everyone is scurrying around so excitedly and talking in a tour when everything seems dreary to her. How much she misses the quiet of her garden in which she mourns after her memories and in which she can dream of better times. Her oasis of refuge where nobody is welcome, well almost. One is already dead, murdered by her own hands and the other someone she left injured; and until recently she thought that someone had died too. A stab goes through her heart.

You seem to have a lucky hand for men and you seem to treat them wonderfully, she thinks sarcastically about herself.

The background noise of her surroundings brings her back into her reality.

Bored, she listens to the chatter of the two servants, which only consists of gossip:

- " Have you ever heard? Rainer Braun is one of Alliance returnees. According to rumors, he has a weakness for the queen ... "

- " No, not possible. The poor will be disappointed to find out that the queen is already under the hood. But such a liaison would be too complicated between Paradis and Marley. "

- “Or not, it could have been a sign of peace between the two nations. But we still have our second candidate. Rumors say, that one of the Alliance members has a weakness for Miss Mikasa ... This would strengthen the bond between Hizuru and Paradis and create a strong alliance. "

The young Ackermann is not at all interested in the political talk between the two of them. Mikasa just blows a strand of her black hair off her face, bored. She can guess who it is. She expects that Jean will ask for her hand and she has known for years that he is in love with her, but has never been able to find anything romantic about her former comrade and friend. Now he thinks he has a good chance in the hope that she would agree to a marriage out of weakness. Far from it ... Eren is still on her mind ... and also her captain . She never really got off with Eren and her guilty feelings towards Captain Levi wear her down over time. There has never been room for Jean except a feeling of family camaraderie, at best friendship.

The conversation continues:

- “You don't mean the captain, are you? Diplomat Kijomi finds sympathy and prefers him ”, the servant escapes a giggle.

At the mention of the captain she feels deep guilty feelings that cannot be shaken off and she ever regrets talking to him about his request on Falco’s back. She wonders how he would react if he saw her now. She has to admit that she misses him very much. At night she cries for Eren and the captain in her sleep. Again and again she has the dream where she lives in the vastness of nature with someone who has the characteristics of Eren, but also of Captain Levi and leaves her confused after waking up.

She thinks the captain would send her away disappointed for leaving him with Eren's head in her arms.

She feels nauseous at this grotesque sight she has presented to everyone. She's not proud of what she did. But she had no choice, did she?

She had to give Eren an acceptable burial and peace ... Peace that she seeks and wants for herself too.

Other snippets of conversation:

- "Oh, what are you thinking again? Well , he looks good, but who would get involved in such a little stinky boot? No, I mean Officer Kirstein! According to the newspaper articles, this turned out to be a really handsome young man. A leader at that! He would suit her. "

Both servants look expectantly at Mikasa. At best, she reacts in frustration. Mikasa is slowly losing patience. There is no way she can take this conversation any longer. She hates being talked about, but nobody asks for her opinion, even though she stands in front of them. Surely they interpret her silence as a silent admission. The only joy she feels is that she will definitely see Armin again in 24 hours. The second member of her self-chosen family with a little luck and a lot of hope also her former superior.

Armin's letters show that he married his Annie and that they are both expecting their first child in six months. At least one of their trio who has found happiness and peace.

But you don't really count yourself that lucky. Don't be silly, Mikasa! She tells herself.

I don't want any of this, why doesn't anyone here understand me? Tears of anger well up in her.

"Are we done here?" It comes out of her. The servants put everything aside at her request and grant her wish to dismiss her.

As she disappears out the door, she hears a disapproving fragment of conversation:

- "What's the matter with her? She doesn't seem to appreciate the luck, that will drive her again, tomorrow ?! "

Mikasa turns around and looks in disbelief in the face of the cheeky servant.

“You're talking about luck ?!”, she exclaims angrily , “no, you were lucky that I saved your ass and that Armin saved your ass one more time by clearly advocating peaceful, diplomatic solutions. Paradis and the last nations that Paradis could have been dangerous ... How lucky is it to have to live with the burden of having killed a loved one whom one could not save from oneself? “She holds her hand to her forehead in frustration. Her tears run incessantly, “how lucky it is to have left someone who just asked to stay with him and the others. If that means happiness, then it is MY HAPPINESS every night thinking about it and crying myself to sleep ... "

Mikasa says goodbye with the door slamming ...

24 hours later:

Mikasa has to sadly discover that not all members of the former alliance have appeared on Paradis.

Captain Levi, the two Marley children and Onyankopon are missing. That the captain did not show says so much about him and her depression pulls her into a deep hole. She hoped to be able to exchange a clear word with him, the need to open up to him is huge in her and she wanted to apologize sincerely to him. Crap!

She sits there, dressed like a doll, feeling out of place, although she is sitting next to Eren's stone, his final resting place. She would like to go back to her garden or be alone with Eren with her thoughts ...

To find some comfort, she pulls Eren's old scarf up to her nose and listens to the conversations in a depressed state. Everyone exchanges old memories with her about Eren. She knows it's meant to be kind, but it doesn't help her much.

"Are you okay, Mikasa?" It is her friend Armin, he and the others look at her with concern.

"It's okay ..." she says thoughtfully, she feels Jean’s pitying look on her and she hates it. She wishes someone else would care for her like that. She sighs in frustration.

Armin watches her , but only says: “I see. Are you coming with us to Historia? It's her daughter's birthday today and we wanted to talk about old times again. "

She doesn't like the idea of visiting Historia and her family at all and notices that in the 3 years she has never seen the queen's daughter. It's almost as if Historia's daughter is a state secret. Everyone is talking about her, but no one has caught a glimpse of her so far, which makes Mikasa extremely skeptical or is the daughter just kept secret from her eyes for a specific reason?

Don't think about that , Mikasa! , she thinks. "Go ahead! I'll be back later, ”and she waves to the others and looks into the distance.

Why didn't you come back with the others? I didn't mean it that way, and she cries into her scarf.

"Mikasa?"

Shit Jean! The hair on the back of Mikasa's neck stands on end and her former comrade crouches down in front of her and comes uncomfortably close to her.

She still perceives someone close to them . It is the former titan shifter of the car titan Piek Finger, who stands a little apart between Mikasa and Jean and also the abandoned group. Apparently she doesn't really know whether to follow Armin and the others or wait for Jean and Mikasa.

Jean timidly takes one of her delicate hands and wipes a tear from her face.

What the hell are you doing ?, Mikasa feels like everything inside of her is cramping together.

"Mikasa, I'm so sorry for you ...", Jean begins, "you shouldn't have been alone here for 3 years and you shouldn't have to be now ..."

She can feel Jean’s gaze on her. She feels that she is starting to sweat and she is uncomfortable with it.

"I wish for you that you find peace and that you can let go of your past and I am always there for you ...", Jean continues. He has to take a deep breath.

“My concern, why I am here, Mikasa. I've always worried about you and I still do. I want to ask you if you like to marry me? "

Mikasa expected Jean’s plan. Standing before a fait accompli hits her with a cold fist in the pit of her stomach. She glances at Piek.

From Piek’s facial expressions, Mikasa can tell that she feels similar to Mikasa, although probably for different reasons.

Mikasa looks at Jean again, who looks at her expectantly. “Oh Jean, that's so nice of you. But please give me two days to think about it! “, Mikasa, you‘re wretched liar! Ugh!

She can see from Jeans facial expressions that he has not expect this answer. Does she see any signs of hurt vanity or grief?

Mikasa is sorry for Jean for rejecting him and now feels guilty about him.

Piek answers: “Come on‘ Jean. Give her some time ... “The mood of the young Marleyr seems a little brighter than it was before. At least it gives the impression to Mikasa.

"Get ahead of you two. I'll be with you in 20 minutes, ”she exchanges a look with Piek, but Jean doesn't notice anything. Mikasa believes that Piek is silently thanking her.

Mikasa is now all alone, she feels that she is not ready to move on and soothingly puts her hand on Eren’s tombstone. A flock of seagulls flies overhead. She looks after them in the distance.

“What do you mean Eren? Should I follow his request or should I rather wait for someone else and take my time? ”As confirmation she sees a seagull separating itself from the group and slowly flying towards her. The bird carefully tugs at her scarf and wraps it around her neck.

When the animal rejoins its group, Mikasa looks after it.

"I guess I can wait a little longer and will have to give myself time," she says thoughtfully and leaves the stone. But instead of following the group, she takes a different route. She wants to go to her home, to her garden. There she can be to herself and no one will disturb her there. When she gets there, she throws herself into the tall grass. Finally she is for herself, finally she is alone ...

Weeping, she falls asleep in the grass, hoping for a cure and better times.

Two hours later…

She feels like someone carefully touches her shoulder, drowsy she thinks to see her former captain above her. A nice dream …

Not yet fully awake, she says: “ Captain ?! "

But she has to realize that it is Armin's ocean blue eyes. He looks at her in surprise, at best he would have expected that she would take him for Eren.

Mikasa is shocked to see what she was actually saying. Frustrated, she holds her hand in front of her face. That can't be true now, can it ???

“No, it's Armin!“ Someone else is here. It's Annie. Great ...! Mikasa looks over at Armin's newlywed wife, startled.

“Mikasa, we've been waiting for you all afternoon and we're worried about you,” Armin speaks gently to his childhood friend. Annie sits down next to them and takes Armin's hand.

Mikasa sees the young couple and their bond. If she had acted differently 3 years ago, she might have had the same.

She can still clearly hear his words “ Stay here with me! “ And a feeling of deepest sadness and remorse comes back to her.

Why couldn't he ask for her hand today instead of Jean? Why can't she let go of Eren? She feels tears start to flow and she can't stop them.

“Mikasa, what's wrong? “, Armin asks her empathetically and Annie also shows her compassion, although both women had a rather hypothermic feeling towards each other.

"I turned Jean down ..." she tells both of them.

"Doesn't surprise me ..." Annie says dryly.

"Annie! That doesn't really help her now… ”, and he carefully takes Mikasa's hand,“ is there something else? ”From Armin's look, Mikasa feels that he already knows enough about her.

"Armin, what should I do? I can't marry Jean ... I don't want him ... ", she looks to the side, depressed.

"Would you like someone else?", Mikasa senses that Armin is hinting at her former superior.

Damn Mikasa! What you want is not right! It doesn't work! She thinks.

She answers Armin with a nod and continues, "He said the words ' Stay with me ‘!"

Armin's eyes widen in surprise and knows who she's talking about, “when? Where? "

Annie can't hide the surprise on her face either.

Mikasa looks at the evening sky, which is red over the three. She clearly remembers the situation when she was alone with him on Falco’s back before she decided to put an end to Eren’s madness.

"He asked me to do so when I was alone with him on Falco’s back before I killed Eren….", The tears begin to suffocate her and she holds her hands in front of her face as if she can hide something from the others. As her tears slowly fade, she continues, “but it doesn't seem to matter anyway. I just disappeared with Eren 3 years ago without saying goodbye and he will have found someone better than me. Today has to be enough for me as an answer ... "

"That's not true!", Annie interferes in the conversation. Mikasa looks at her in surprise.

“Annie, is right! You know, he's still badly injured and his wounds just wouldn't heal. Mikasa, he didn't have the strength to come here. Otherwise he would have come back to you with us today ”, Armin tries to encourage her.

Mikasa pensively tugs at a blade of grass, “what should I do? I wanted to apologize to him today and now I can't tell him the words… ” Mikasa's cheeks turn red at the admission.

"Is it that so important to you? “, Armin looks at her understandingly. Mikasa nods silently in confirmation.

“Just write to him a letter !” He suggests.

"Write?", The idea could have come much earlier, "but what if he does reject me of disappointment or at best simply ignores me ?" Mikasa's thoughts roll over and thinks that he will reject her.

"Then at least you will know his answer to that. But I don't think he reacts that way ... “, Armin has a knowing smile on his lips. He also knows his former captain well and he knows that he is attached to his former subordinates, especially Mikasa ...

Mikasa's behavior today ultimately confirmed that Mikasa felt the same way.

His girlfriend is playing thoughtfully with the blade of grass. “I need help with that,” she mumbles. Her writing and grammar is not the best. She can barely read and write, and the writings outside the wall are even more difficult for her. She has learned it, but it is not easy for her.

“I'll help you with it, it's not difficult. In fact, the two scriptures are very similar. I think it will be better if we learn the new scriptures with you, it will also distract you from your own grief. What do you think? ”He asks her.

Mikasa's eyes start to shine, "would you do that?"

Armin holds her hand with both hands, "we'll start with it tomorrow if you want!"

Mikasa looks at the couple, "Annie, are you agree, if I would spending so much time with Armin?"

Mikasa feels that she should ask for her consent. There is no way she wants Annie to misunderstand anything. The young Marleyr smiles at her, “No, it's okay for me. I also need some time for myself and this is the opportunity for me. I don't have to feel guilty about not being there for Armin ... ”and her hand wanders to her stomach.

Mikasa recognizes the gesture and smiles at her, "I understand!"

Armin and Mikasa meet the next day to implement her plan and it is not at all easy for Mikasa to deal with the new font again. She tried years ago, but only half-heartedly. What she regrets now. Armin is patient with her and repeatedly gives her courage and praise.

"Oh Armin, that doesn't work that way! What should he think of me? Is that a 10-year-old trying to write to him? Although a kid would probably do better… ”, Mikasa is frustrated with her own attempt. Her writing is scary and full of errors ...

" Thats why I'm here. Take your time. You don't have any pressure behind you and you don't have to finish the letter today ”, his words of courage to speak.

“Do you think he would wait that long for me?” She asks Armin, uncertain.

"I can already imagine that with him," Armin looks thoughtful, "but you will only get an answer to that", and he points back to the letter that has begun. Mikasa understands the gesture and it tells her not to give up. Sighing, she goes on with her work.

On the second day, however, Mikasa has to suspend class with Armin. Jean is waiting for her answer and she has known from the start how to answer his request. Now she is losing the courage to ... But just agreeing to a marriage out of fear of his hurt feelings does not seem right to her. She also has to be pure with such a life decision and she definitely is not. She goes to the hotel where all Alliance members have quartered. It occurs to her that Jean’s mother lives in Trost and that he probably lives with her. She'd better choose the direction to Trost.

She meets Piek on the same way . She wants to go see Jean. It occurs to Mikasa to use Piek to convey the message.

That's not nice, thinks Mikasa. But it would also finally be a way for Jean to let go of her and Piek would be the perfect reason for that. Unlike herself, she is small and sweet as sugar with her wild, black, curly hair. Even back then, when everyone was sitting on Falco's back, Mikasa felt how both of them had established a bond with each other.

Piek's temper is a lot happier than her own. She could get Jean out of his grief ...

"Piek, wait!" She calls out to her. The little woman looks at Mikasa in surprise. Mikasa sees the concern reflected in Piek's face.

“I have to talk to you about Jean…”, Mikasa, embarrassed, takes a strand in front of her face, “you heard what Jean asked me to do. What do you think about the whole thing? "

Mikasa sees how the blush builds up on her cheeks in Piek's face. HIT!

Piek seems shy and embarrassed towards her. Mikasa has to take a deep breath. She is not proud of her request.

Mikasa pulls her scarf over her nose, "I want to ask you something ..."

Piek finds her voice back, "for what?"

“I would like to ask you to tell him that I cannot marry him. Unfortunately, I don't feel the way he would like and there is definitely someone who has such feelings for him and will be there for him …" , Mikasa looks at Piek expectantly.

Piek takes one of her hands, relieved, “ don't worry. I'll tell him about it. ” When Piek wants to go on her way, she gives Mikasa one last look. Mikasa has the impression that she wants to express "thank you".

It's time to let go and move on! , she thinks of Jean and ultimately also of herself and her own past with Eren. With this sad, but also liberating thought, she goes back to Armin the next day. He's already waiting for her with a cup of tea.

Armin looks at her relief to some extent, "Are you okay ?"

"Mhmm, I asked Piek to convey the message to Jean that I will not agree to his request," remembering this aromatic drink she has to think of someone else again. She tries to cover up her own blush with the cup.

" Understand. So you also noticed that Piek wasn't happy when Jean asked you? "Armin comments on the subject.

“Jean should be caught if he receives my refusal and Piek could be the right one for the job. Each of us has to move on and let go, ”says Mikasa calmly.

" And what about you? Will you move on? ”, Armin looks at her expectantly.

Mikasa looks to the side, embarrassed, and pulls her scarf up to her cheeks, which cannot completely hide her blush, "maybe ..." she says shyly.

In response, Armin smiles, "then we should continue with your letter."

It took a good two weeks until she had an acceptable letter in front of her. But unfortunately, apart from a few politeness phrases, it doesn't contain anything. Depressed about her work, she loses her courage for her project.

“Armin, I can't do that! I can't send something like that to him, there is nothing special in it ... Just superficial stuff ... “, Armin takes a look at the short letter. He sees how much effort she has put into her neat handwriting and reads the sentence "You are often on my mind…"

This sentence says a lot about her. Does she even realize how much she‘s going to say with it?

He carefully takes her hands, "Mikasa, please just have a little self-confidence. In truth, you two are not the most talkative, but rather the quiet listeners. The captain knows that too and, unlike him, you have the courage to take the first step. This says a lot about you and if his words were honest and sincere with you three years ago, he will appreciate it. No matter how much you've written. "

Mikasa's eyes brighten a little, "do you think so?"

" Believe me! At the end of the day, you have certainty for yourself and can close it if he turns you down. But I don't even think so… ”, he encourages her.

Tears of emotion come up in her, "Armin ..."

The next day she goes to the post office with Armin to send the letter. Reluctantly, she stands in front of the mailbox. If she throws it in now, there is no going back for her.

Armin notices that she is struggling with herself. He waits patiently. He knows she's afraid of the answer. She stands in front of the mailbox with a trembling hand and just can't let go of the letter.

"Armin ... Is it the right thing to do?"

"What would happen if you didn't send the letter?", Armin watches her patiently. She thinks, “nothing would change. I would probably ask myself if I would miss this opportunity and regret never daring to take this step. I don't want to end up with someone I don't know, just not have to be alone in the end ... "

There is a thoughtful silence between them.

"What would Eren think of that?", Mikasa looks at Armin doubtfully.

Both of them grieve at the thought of their best friend. It hurts that the third of her trio is missing. She looks at Armin sadly, “at least we still have each other. He has no one in London after the 13th and 14th Commander both died years ago. I'm just sorry for him how things happened. ”Her cheeks turned red at her admission.

"Is he that important to you?", He smiles at her empathetically.

Mikasa looks at him with sparkling eyes and nods in response to his question.

Armin lifts his arm and touches her hand with his hand, “then just let go. Believe me, everything will be fine. "

This is the last nudge she needed to send her letter on its way in the hope that everything will change for the better.

#levi x mikasa #rivamika #levimika

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Chapter 8: June - Part Three

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!mute!Reader (she/her pronouns), set in a modern semi-fictional world

☾ Author's note ➼ Hey guys! Here's part 3, as promised!! I'm going to take a very small break from this so I can get started on my summer requests but I'll be back soon with what I believe is the best plot line yet. I'm really excited for y'all to see it, as it's like nothing I've ever written before. See y'all with part 4!!

☾ Word Count ➼ ~5.9k

He spent the entire time watching your reactions from afar, inwardly chuckling to himself at your ridiculous behavior. Wide eyes and toothy grin as you went through the whole thing in child-like wonder. Levi’s eyes cut over to your standing figure in the doorway as you chat with your sister.

If there was anything in that museum that needed to be protected at all costs, it was you.

Lies. His brain says.

Fuck off. Levi retorts back.

Someone bumps into you and subsequently right into Levi since he's right behind you. He grabs onto your shoulders to steady you as he shoots daggers at the person that almost knocked you over.

It’s a good thing that you had a grip on him because it wasn’t much longer until Hange and Erwin disappeared from Levi’s sights. What else is new?

“Hey, what…” Levi trails off as he follows your eyes to the spectacle in front.

Levi’s eyes flicker over to yours, which sit wide in fear. It shames him to admit that it took him too long to understand why.

“Let’s go sit. Maybe the idiots will find us.” Levi says decisively before interlacing his fingers in yours and dragging you away and back into the crowd, you clumsily following behind.

If you didn’t wish to talk about it, he would offer company instead. He understood that you didn’t need to say anything now, and Levi would wait for as long as he needed to.

“We can take as long as you need.” He mutters over to you. You stare over at him and blink a few times. Your lips pull back into a grateful smile, and nod.

“Are you getting hungry?” Levi raises an eyebrow at you.

“Reiner, you have to try this!” She shouts, barely containing her glee. The boy who she referred to as Reiner glances over to you and Levi standing behind them and offers a small apology.

‘What are you getting?’

‘I guess I’ll take a pepperoni one. With extra cheese!’ You sign excitedly.

When did this happen? There’s a nagging in the back of his head telling him that he’s always felt like that. What would you think if you found him out? Would you want that? Him?

You mouth a ‘what’ to him, not able to converse clearly with both hands occupied.

“You’re a mess.” Levi retorts back dryly.

“You two are very adorable. How long have you been together?” She smiles unknowingly.

Levi glances back up to the woman and stutters in denial at the same time that you wave your hands in front of your body in a declining manner. She raises her eyebrows in surprise.

“You keep that photo for memories, will you?” She reaches over and pats Levi on the chest before turning on her heels and walking off into the crowd.

“Let’s go find Hange and Erwin. There’s no telling what those idiots have gotten themselves into.”

The bell at the top rings out, followed by the loud cheers of the friends around her. She just shrugs and leans the hammer back against the base.

“I’m not doing it, Hitch.”

“Is it because you’re scared of looking like a fool?” The woman named Hitch shoots him a smirk, leaning against the blonde.

“Excuse me miss, what kind of pr-“

“Giving it a try?” Levi asks. After handing the vendor a few dollars, you turn around to Levi and smile.

“If your goal wasn’t to hit the bell, that was pretty good.” Levi muses. He’s met with a glare and pout. He raises his hands in feign defense and asks, “Do you want some help?”

‘Did you see that?! I did it!’ Your body is practically vibrating in excitement at your achievement.

“Good job, I knew you could.” Levi rolls his eyes again, only to keep himself from staring at the way your lips pull back into that beautiful smile of yours.

“What?” Levi raises an eyebrow.

‘Which one do I want?’

“Shouldn’t you know that better than me?”

‘I’m unsure. Will you choose for me?’ You give him a small smile as you sit back on the balls of your feet.

“And why would I do that?” Levi crosses his arms and stares at you, eyebrows knit.

‘Technically, you paid for the winning hit.’ You shrug your shoulders.

“It’s not my prize, though.” He grumbles, rolling his eyes. You’re really good at making him do that.

‘Please, Levi? Pick one for me?’

“Close your eyes.” He orders. A smile trembles on your lips and you pinch them tight as you do as you’re asked.

“Okay, you can open them now.”

The look of pure joy that paints your face is something that will stay in Levi’s mind forever. The way your smile lights up every facet, eyes sparkling just as bright.

“Pardon me, miss. I can’t help but notice you sitting here and would like to offer a dance.” He says in a soft voice.

“You’re so beautiful, though. Why don’t you come with me? How can you sit here alone?” His voice drips with desperation.

“She’s not alone.” Levi grumbles over to him, unable to keep the hostility out of his voice.

“And who might you be?” The stranger retracts his hand and stares over at Levi with indignation.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

‘I’m asking you to dance, partner.’ You wiggle your fingers at him.

“Tch, like hell.”

‘Then I guess I’ll go find that oth-‘ Levi grabs your hand quickly, his fingers folding over your palm.

“Don’t even think about it.” This makes your shoulders bounce in laughter, and you pull him up as best you can. He stumbles a bit, wincing at his sore leg.

‘Just one dance.’ The music changes to something slow as you say that. The dancing crowd disperses, leaving room for those staying to slow dance.

“Fine.” Levi nods hesitantly.

“You’re fine.” He mumbles to you.

“Yeah?” He mutters over to you, sharp gray eyes staring into your own.

Levi says your name again, softly. Perplexed. Confused.

Ding!

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