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Ok so this might be a lot but misaka, sasha, Ymir, historia are having a sleepover but it just so happens that y/n is the special guest but she doesn’t know what she’s in for.
"so y/n, tell me, is there any boy you like?" sasha asks, plopping down next to you on the bed. she throws her hands around your neck and pokes you into your side, making you squeak. you laugh at her behavior, cuddling into her side.
"no, i am not really into boys." you say under your breath, looking down at your lap. ymir whistles, crawling closer to you.
"we got ourself another gay," she laughs, lightning up her cigarette, "you want one?" you politely decline her offer, playing with your sleeves.
"it this your first time having a sleepover?" historia asks you, sitting in front of you. you have always liked her smile, she's the type of person that makes everyone fall for her.
"you're my only friends here." you confess. it's true, they are the only people who were eager to talk to you in the new school. you see ymir give mikasa a look you're not able to understand, but you just hope they also see you as friends.
"of course. we really love you." says historia, shuffling closer to give you a big hug. you feel emotional, you never had such amazing friends like these girls. you still felt unsure about the tension lingering in the air.
"mind if i take this off?" historia asks, not waiting for an answer and pulling her pink crop top over her head. you can't help but to glance on her bra clad boobs, the bra too small for her boobs.
"she's beautiful right?" ymir startles you, giving you a smirk. you stutter, not sure what to say, but sasha breaks the tention.
"your boobs are so firm too, look at them." sasha says, grabbing your right tit in her hand.
"w-what are you doing?" you ask her wide eyed. you didn't expect her to touch you like that but you aren't against it. her touch on your boobs feels good.
"let me touch her too." historia pouts as she takes your other boob in her hand. she looks you straight in the eyes while doing so, hypnotizing you with her gaze. you shiver a bit when you notice ymir glaring at you from behind historia. you've always thought those two were dating.
"you're really pretty." you feel hot breath on your neck from behind and your eyes meet mikasa's. she quickly undoes her bra, throwing it on the ground.
"who the fuck wear bra to a sleepover." ymir exclaims, sitting legs spread in front of you.
"you for example. sports bras are out of fashion." says historia as she nips at your breast. you moan loudly at her gesture, petting her hair out of her face. sasha pinches your nipple between her fingers, loving the noises you make.
you feel sashas hand rub at your core over your pyjama pants.
"she's so damp already." sasha asserts. you yelp when ymir grabs the waistband of your pants, pulling them off of you. "fuck." she breathes when her gaze meets your wet core.
"what made you so wet?" mikasa mumbles against your neck. you try to answer but the way they are all touching you just makes you let out a moan. ymir's fingers scoop your wetness and she puts it in her mouth to taste it.
"she's as sweet as she looks." she says, smirking down at you.
"not fair, i wanna taste her too." historia whines, pressing her manicured fingers to your pussy to taste you too. she moans when she tastes your juices.
"i wanna eat her out." she giggles, getting in between your legs but is shoved beside by sasha.
"i introduced herself to all of y'all, im gonna eat her out first." sasha says, diving in between your thighs. you fall back against mikasa's chest as sasha eats you out. mikasa busies herself by playing with your nipple while ymir fingers your clit. historia sits next to you with her own hand in her underwear, biting her lip at the imagine in front of her. sasha's lips smack with each stroke of her tongue, clearly enjoying the taste.
"anyone else wants a taste?" she asks suddenly, making historia jump out of her place. she quickly replaces sasha in between her legs, diving into your pussy as it was her last meal.
"fuck, if i knew you would be so eager to eat pussy, i would have kept you." ymir says, making historia give her a middle finger. mikasa's finger finds your clit and she rubs it in slow circles. you feel so close to orgasm and you know that it's gonna take only few more swipes of historia's tongue before you cum.
"i told you guys, she was a fucking slut from the first glance." ymir chuckles, grabbing your jaw to kiss you on the lips. that's your last straw. you cum undone between the girls, your pussy squirting in process. your whole body shakes from over stimulation as you lay between mikasa's legs.
"she's so cute." sasha tsks, giving you a little kiss on the lips.
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ymir is literally the embodiment of what it means to be a fuck boy, her being a girl means nothing she's breaking hearts and making pretty girls cry all the same. she cant stay committed to just one girl when there are so many out there in need of having their cunts used til they are sobbing from her tongue or her strap, which she's a pro at using..given the amount of experience she's had. she has a reputation for getting girls in her bed and pounding them so hard their legs no longer work and when she's had her fill she kicks them out. She's so cruel and heartless :( but because she fucks like a man she gets away with it. her cock will be buried so deep inside you you'll be seeing stars and thinking you've made it to heaven's gates. that is exactly how she's able to keep you wrapped around her finger. she keeps you fucked out and dumb so that you're not ever given a chance to question her about your relationship. whenever given the chance she always lets you know how you're her favorite. "this pussy was made for me, yeah?" you'll nod so eager and begin babbling for her to give you more. "look at the mess you're making all over my cock, so pretty how can i say no?" and to some extent it's true out of all the girls you're the only one who's number she has saved, the only one who she doesn't kick out after she's had her way with you, the only one she's fucked more than three times. still, that's not to say she's nice to you either. she has a habit of being possessive over you, so angry at the idea of you being with someone else that if she sees you so much as smile at another person you can bet you wont be cumming later that night. "shut up and take it. you seemed so cock hungry when talking to reiner. why the sudden change of heart?" for this reason, it's just better if you avoid having romantic relationships outside of her. No one can take care of you as well as she does.
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girlfriend ymir headcanons
- definitely has an armed draped over you 24/7
- loves to tease you constantly but immediately feels bad if you get the slightest bit upset
- she’d paint one fingernail to match your nails
- if you point at something you like in the store, she’s all “do you want it? i’ll buy it for you” and if you say no she just steals it “well i didn’t buy it!”
- comes up behind you when you’re cooking, hugs from the back are SO her love language
- adores kissing the back of your neck and the way it gives you goosebumps every time
- will sit and do puzzles/activities with you but mumbles about how stupid it is (she’s actually having the time of her life)
- likes to sleep on her back so she can wrap an arm around you and have your head rest on her chest
- consistently tries to woo you. ex: bringing you flowers, taking you to dinner, opening doors for you, drives you everywhere, surprise gifts, endless compliments
- hand kisses might be her other love language
- if you get up in the middle of the night for a glass of water, to pee, etc, she’s all “where you going baby?”
- thanks the universe every night that it let your paths cross and shell never do anything to lose you
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!? - afab!fem! reader - she/her pronouns. praise. degradation. use of strap-on. spitting. jealousy + toxic behviour. implications of car sex.
butch! ymir who's car smells like cigs and washing detergent. she likes to take you on late night car rides - an arm hanging loosly out the window, cigarette in hand while one finger taps on it to rid of the ash before putting it in her mouth to switch hands on the steering wheel. she likes to put her hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze and pulling into the nearest parking lot, tips of her digits ghosting your panties.
"i'm not looking at anything. just look so fucking good right now y/n, gotta have my way with you baby"
butch! ymir will spoil you maybe a little too much. she wants to pay for your nails so she can feel them claw at her biceps and back. she'll spend her money on anything you want, all you have to do is ask for it. and maybe suck on that strap of hers.
"fuuuck yeah look at that, dirty slut drooling all over my dick. have you no shame baby? look at me princess come on,"
butch! ymir who likes to spit on you. it's not that she looks down upon you necessarily - well maybe that's a little untrue, but she just thinks its so cute to see her girl looking up at her from between her legs, with spit running down her face, the drool trailing out of her mouth mixing with it.
"you're just a filthy fucktoy huh? letting me spit on you, easy bitch will do anything for me to fuck her. keep gagging on me like that and i might just give you what i know you want"
butch! ymir who will eat you out until you are begging her to stop. she is mean, point blank. it's not her fault though, you just look so cute grinding on her face, so desperate you don't even realize you're getting your slick all over her face - maybe a more accurae assumption is that she's just too good for you to care.
"mm fuck tastes so good baby want you to cum all over my face until you're fucking crying for me. you know i love it when you cry for me princess, come on don't you wanna be a good little slut?"
butch! ymir who gets jealous too easily and you know it. which is why its so fun to toy with her, flirting with historia until you can see her eyes turning practically red. you know it'll end with her shoving your face into the mattress and fucking you until you cry. she wants you so fucked out, the only thing you're thinking of is her. she knows you know only she can make you feel this good but sometimes you just need a little reminder <3 and her fat cock stretching you out <3
"yeah you fucking like that? being treated like a stupid whore? dumb bitch can't even speak. what would you say if historia saw you like this? crying all over my cock like a dirty slut? you're mine princess. i'll make you sure you never fucking forget it"
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You die in their arms
characters: Levi, Ymir
Gender of reader: Not mentioned
Warnings: blood, slight mentions of gore
Levi
Everything happened so fast that he didn't even know what was happening. One moment you were fine the next you were laying in his arms dying. A titan had struck you and you were bleeding to death. He held you close to him as he begged you to stay with him Another person he cared about was dying in front of him. He didn't cry because he didn't want the last thing you saw in your life was him crying so he kept his composure until you closed your eyes. When he checked your pulse he started to tear up. He wiped his tears away quickly, got up, and returned to the fight. He made sure that the titan who killed you died.
Ymir
She felt hopeless right now. She finally found someone she could trust and now she was losing them. She desperately tried to bandage your wounds but she couldn't get the bleeding to stop. You heard her muttering "stop..no.." while she tried to get the bleeding to stop. You heard her start to cry. She was frustrated and upset right now she couldn't keep herself together. She ended up just crying and holding your hand until you died. She never forgave herself for your death. She always felt like she could've done more to save you.
Thank you for reading have a lovely day<3
#aot headcanons#aot x reader#aot fluff#aot angst#levi x reader#levi x y/n#levi fluff#levi angst#ymir x reader#ymir fluff#ymir x y/n
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Wedding
Characters: Ymir, Historia
Summary: Ymir has proposed to you to show everyone that she loves you so much. And your girlfriend Historia helps in every way she can for your marriage
A/N: in poly with Ymir and Historia
Warnings:
Ymir proposed to you a year ago. It was very beautiful. And now you are standing in front of the mirror with your white outfit ready to walk down the aisle to get to your lover. You heard a knock and someone came inside. It was Historia, you and Ymir's girlfriend, she was wearing a beautiful pink dress. She walked towards you and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
"Are you ready my love?" She thought you looked so beautiful in your outfit.
"Yes." You said it without hesitation even though at the same time you were worried. You know you love Ymir and Historia of course. But something inside you made you a bit nervous and sometimes scared. Getting married and the honeymoon you all go on would be so magical but with marriage, there would be even rough times.
You heard the music playing and you held Historia's hand and she led you out. The bridesmaids have gone out including Historia. Eren was waiting for you. He held his hand out and you locked arms and he walked you out. The music was playing for when you are supposed to get out. Everyone stood up and watched you coming out to Ymir.
Ymir was in love when she saw you come out. She was more happy to get married to you than ever. And if the country allowed poly marriage she would get married to both you and Historia. When you got up to her, Eren stepped to the side of Ymir in his spot
The officiator started to talk now which made everyone sit back down. "Welcome everyone to the start of the marriage of this couple. Marriage is a very special thing that happens in someone's life when they want to dedicate the rest of their life to another person. And they would have maybe a family or something else in their life. These two have met by fate and were destined to be together till death do them part." Gabi brought out the rings that were customed made for both of them. Ymir grabbed the first one.
"Ymir, do you take them to be your lawfully wedded lover in sickness and in health, and to death do you part?"
"Yes, I do." She put the ring on your finger. She could not wait to kiss you and show everyone that you are hers forever.
"Do you take Ymir to be your lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, and till death do you part?"
You take the other ring from Gabi and she went to sit down. "I do." You put the ring on Ymir's finger.
"I now announce to you lover and wife you may kiss your lover."
Ymir pulled you closer and you had a long kiss that ended with everyone super happy for you all.
The reception went extremely well with Historia making sure everything went well and was happy to see her lovers happy more than ever. During the honeymoon, Historia had something planned for the both of you that left both of you in awe. And in the end, you might gonna get married to Historia as well without a big wedding.
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hiii! how about the nightmare request but with ymir??
Ymir having a nightmare
(Super sorry I got to this late! I hope you enjoy!!)
CW: Nightmares! Night terrors, comfort, gn reader.
…..It always ran around in the back of her head, but those thoughts became an illusion of reality when she dreamt of it. The screams. The blood. The guilt. The thought that she was to slow, or maybe didn’t try hard enough. That it was her fault. Even jolting out of bed left her in a panic mode, flipping over to see you, sleeping. A sigh of relief came across her as she put her hand to her chest, trying to stop breathing so damn heavily.
Yeah, it might’ve been just a dream, but to her the emotions were her reality. So much so, she couldn’t go back to bed. But hearing your screams echo through her mind made her punch her head in an attempt to silence them. “Knock it off!” Ymir grunted, putting a pillow to her ears. The frustration and fear still ran through her, as the moonlight glistened in. It’s like she was just waiting for the attack to happen, for the titans to come through the walls and get you. Waiting to see them through the window. Tears prickled in Ymir’s eyes. Maybe it was a dumb reason to cry, but to her it was the only way to let it out.
“Yumi?” Ymir snapped out of her daze by the sound of your worried voice, a hand placed on her thigh. “Honey are you okay?” You looked into her eyes concerned, it filling your expression.
“Ah,” she tsked, “shit”
“Ymir baby what’s wrong why are you crying?”
You could sense stuff with Ymir, like no one else could. Even if her expression didn’t read of much, her aroma did. It was just like a feeling in the air, subtle, yet there.
She scoffed, pulling you into her arms. “I just,” she said, “don’t wanna lose you,” you looked to her confused, eyes wondering into her own. She wrapped her arms around you, her head in the crook of her neck. “Ymir,” you laughed to yourself, “honey, you’re not gonna lose me..”
Though it was silent, you could tell something had changed. “I- god it’s so stupid,” she said, wiping her tears. You fixed the hair in front of her eyes, “baby it’s not stupid,” you said back, “we all have fears,”
She kissed you on the cheek, avoiding to look at you. “Of course you’re not gonna die, I won’t let you,”
“It’s just..” She stayed silent for a few seconds before adding, “It’s just that..It’s always a possibility.” You cupped her cheek, “Ymir look at me..” Ymir slightly gazed at your eyes, hesitantly. “Nothing is gonna happen to me,” You said, pecking a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I know..” She admitted guiltily.
“But,” she said, “It’s always there, It’s an outcome..” She looked to the side, wiping her tears. “Fuck, I’m sorry I woke you up,”
You wrapped your arms tightly around her yet again, kissing the side of her face. “I don’t mind, and I’m glad you did..” A small tear dropped on your shoulder before you wiped it away. “I’m always gonna be here Ymir,” You added,
“I promise.”
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Ymir
Warnings ~ face sitting, girl on girl, masturbating
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Ymir walked out of the office and headed into her quarters for a little tension release. The constant meeting had caused her to be so busy that she hadn’t had any personal time to herself.
She took off her uniform and walked to her mirror while looking at her pale slender body. As she looked at herself she fondled with her supple breasts and bit her lip to keep in her moans as she pinched her nipples. As she continued to play with herself she could feel her liquid drip down her legs making them weak.
She decided to move to her bed and deal with the problem between her legs. She put two fingers in her mouth and sucked on them while having her other hand play with her breasts more. Once she felt her fingers were wet enough she took them out of her mouth and played with the entrance to her vagina, teasing herself with pleasure.
She then held her breath as she inserted her fingers inside and moved them around. She moaned loudly and knew that it’d be an issue if she got caught so she took the white tie out of her hair and put it in her mouth to muffle her lustful sounds. Her finger then made their way back to her vagina only to play with her clit this time around. Ymir was very sensitive as she hadn’t touched herself in quite a long time so it didn’t take long for her to notice she was sexually flustered.
“Hey ymir, we are going out for a ride wanna com-” you walked into the room and instantly stopped talking at the sight of the girl that you had a secret crush on was touching herself.
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“Fuck..” you moaned out, you don’t remember how you got like this but you were here now. You looked down at the girl under you, her eyes drilling hoes in you as she watched you pinch your nipples out of pleasure. Ymir stuck her tongue in your hole while her index finger played with your clit. The wet sounds of her slurping your juices filled the room.
Your toes began to curl as you felt yourself close, you started to lean away from her, but that caused her to grip your hips harder and place a slap on your ass. You winced as she rubbed your clit faster causing your mouth to fall open and head thrown back. “Stay still.” Ymir muttered from under you, you felt yourself on your edge, you gripped Ymir’s hair and pulled her closer to you as you began to grind on her tongue.
“Ymir!” You moaned out as your legs stiffened and you came on Ymir’s tongue, you pulled off her, she licked her lips as her freckles were moist.
The door opened and you both looked back to see the petite blonde with her mouth open. “Ymir, Y/n.” She spoke closing the door and her head dropping to the floor. “Without me.”
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I slam the door accidentally
“Shit”
I slide down against the door processing what just happened
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Wattpad book: Bullies and basketball
Wattpad: hanji-luvr
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⌗︙・sitting on ymir's face ⸜⸜・
even though ymir seems dominant, it's so easy for her to fall into sub space.
your thighs glisten with your juices as you cum for the 3rd time of the night. you lean up to take ymirs head into your hands to kiss her on the lips. she is looking at you with adoring yet fucked out expression, her strap still inside of you. you're not the only one who came a lot tonight, the strap just rubs so good against her pussy. she pulls out of you and you whine at the boss but you see what ymir wants when she looks at your pussy.
"are you gonna let me sit on your face?" you ask her and she nods franticly. even though her body is spend from her orgasms, she doesn't waste why time jumping up and laying next to you. she's like a puppy, you think. your pussy hovers over her face and she whines. she literally whines.
"how much do you want this?" your question is answered by another whine.
"so much." she blurs out. she grabs your hips, trying to push your pussy on her face. you don't let her get what she wants to easy and you tease her. your hands wander around her body, tugging on her nipples and caressing her sides. you lean down to lick over her clit and that's when she loses it. she buries her face into your cunt, licking enthusiastically.
"bad girl. i don't tell you to touch me." you climb off her face, leaving her almost in tears.
"i need it. please i need it so much." she begs you, crawling to you to paw at your thighs. you have never seen her so needy and you decide to let her have her way.
"lay down." you order and she happily obeys. you put your pussy on her facw again and this time she waits until you give her a sign to continue. you nod your head and she licks a stripe to your pussy. she presses your pussy on her face, burying herself in your cunt. her licks are messy and she uses her whole face to eat you up. her nose bumps into your clit with every lick she gives you. her eyes are closed as she eats you out and it looks as if you're giving her comfort by letting her eat you out.
"im gonna cum, love." you warn her and she presses into you even harder. you take a hold of her hair as your cum, riding her face. when you high leaves out, you climb of her face to look at her. she's completely covered in your juices but she has the biggest smile on her face.
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aot women as fuckbuddies + nsfw headcannons࿐ྂ。
❥ warnings: this content contains mention of sexual themes such as use of a strap on, pillow humping, panty sniffing, and cheating.
male character version here
mikasa
Your relationship with Mikasa probably started from being friends or even roommates. Being that the two of you often spend plenty of time together, it was pretty hard for Mikasa to suppress her attraction towards you. So naturally, it didn't take much time before the two of you ended up hooking up.
Mikasa is obsessed with every bit of you but can be really subtle in showing it. from the sweet scent of your pretty cunt to the lovely sounds you make when she plays with it she's absolutely in love. Her famed way of showing you is by taking care of you in any way possible.
She offers to do your makeup, style your hair and pick out an outfit just so she can be close to you —close enough to put her hands on your body or let her breath fan across your ear and get you excited. just enough to get you feeling needy and begging for her to take care of it. she won’t ever refuse.
All of your friends know that the two of you are hooking up, it's more likely that you were the one who spilled the beans on that. and Mikasa doesn't mind one bit as she has no interest in sharing. It's made all the more obvious when the pair of you emerge from the bathroom with her black lipstick smeared across your lips and along your chest. Though yourfriends can only assume what went down in the bathroom, It’s her way of marking you :3
There's no doubt in my mind that mikasa has a mommy kink, hearing you use it makes her flustered and all the more eager to have you. “Need you so bad mommy..” she loves to hear you say, while she teases you through your panties, the juices from your cunt coating her finger tips.
Mikasa Isnt opposed to using the strap on you during sex. Before trying anything new, however, she's careful to make sure it's okay with you first. She’s just wants to spoil you keep you happy she does whatever you ask as long as you beg properly.
She’ll have you lie back on the bed spread your pretty thighs apart before pushing her tip between your puffy folds and fuck into you utnil you’re left trembling and begging for you to let her cum “Good girl, now cum for me.” she’ll mutter into your ear, thrusting deep into you one last time for good measure before you oblige.
ymir
For starters, ymir isn't really one for receiving. Giving and being in control is what gets her off. This of course doesn't mean it's totally impossible that she’ll let you touch her just that the chances are slim.
Given ymir’s personality, i imagine that your relationship as fuck buddies stemmed form her cracking jokes about it to just about everyone leaving your friends to think perhaps she was only speaking her fantasy into a reality and you two would eventually sleep together. Needless to say, they were not wrong.
Ymir is an absolute perv, even more so before the two of you started hooking up she’d grab at your ass, take upskirt videos and whisper dirty things into your ear and once she got the reaction she wanted—seeing as you squeezed your thighs together or seeing you flustered she’d notify you that she was only kidding.
The brunette had no has no shame in touching you in public, she’ll have you riding her thigh while at a party with friends and will even go as far as gaslight people into thinking they’re imagining it and weird for thinking it, throwing in a few insults here and there to seal the deal. “Stop being such a fucking creep.”
gets jealous to see you near anyone that isn’t her, she gets so grumpy and will often take it out on you through teasing the moment you two are alone she won't let you cum no matter how much you beg or cry. and Much like eren (aot boys version) she’ll send videos of her ruining your cunt with her fat cock :( to whoever she feels is overstepping their boundaries.
Ymir is kind of a bully, gets a huge kick out of humiliating you. She thinks you’re cutest when you're so needy she has you crying for her fingers or the strap. Speaking of the strap..she treats it like it was her own, making you suck her off and fucking your face whenever she feels like it.
Loves to bury her face into your cunt and make you cum on her tongue until your thighs tremble. You'll be begging her to slow down “p-please…no more..” to which she’ll tell you to shut up and be a good girl. “You wanna cream on my cock don't you?” to which you’ll nod your head and sit back and take it until she’s ready to stuff you full of her cock.
annie
Not interested in making things public, Wants to keep the nature of your relationship secret to the point where she will even go as far as to threaten you if you ever try to tell a soul. There are even times where she will act as though you two never met.
For starters, I imagine that the two of you either established your relationship through mutual friends or a one night stand after meeting her at your gym, you invited her out for drinks which lead to something more.
That something more being the two of you ending up back at your apartment, fingers buried in each other's cunts, tasting each other's lips until both of you reach orgasm. Over and over again until one of you decides it's enough, Annie is usually the one to end your hook up session and she never spends the night on the very rare occasion, she’ll be long gone before you awake. Once she dips you probably won't hear from her for weeks.
The blonde tries to act like you don’t hold much power over her when in reality it takes so little from you to make her needy and flustered. She thinks about 24/7 often dazing off into daydreams of the way you taste and how good your skin feels against her own. She can't shake the images of you throwing your head back crying out while she devours you, letting her tongue lap at your pretty cunt. “F-fuck.”...absolute music to her ears.
Though shes not really big on sending nudes but doesn’t mind revising them from you in fact she has an album dedicated just to your nudes during those weeks of no contact she’ll fuck herself to your pictures imagining it was your fingers instead of her own when that doesn’t satisfy her, she’ll pick up the phone and call you asking to meet at the same place you always do and the cycle starts back up again.
sasha
she’s pretty public about the nature of your relationship, everybody and their mother knows you and sasha are fucking. She's so happy to get to show you off. even if you wanted to keep it a secret it would be impossible since the brunette couldn't hold water if her life depended on it.
an innocent little perv, her intentions are never bad she just simply follows her instincts. Is one hundred percent a panty sniffer. The fact that she’s your roommate only makes things easier for her. She thinks you smell so sweet and would do anything to have you sit on her face.
She's so greedy and can never get enough of you and isn’t afraid to show it either. She’s also quite impatient when it comes to getting her fix she’ll often call you whining whenever you’re gone too long “miss the way you taste so bad baby wish you were here.” she’ll say a pout on her lips. if you don’t answer or take too long to get back she’ll settle with humping your pillow wishing it was you til she makes a mess.
Though you two aren't official she acts as though you were taking you on dates, usually out to eat. She’s so happy to be around you so naturally you wouldn't be able to turn down her offers. In public, she’s so touchy and doesn’t even realize how she’ll be absent mindlessly massaging your boobs not even realizing the reaction it’s causing within you until you tell her.
Once on her knees, she'll lift your leg over her shoulder watching you with dazed eyes. She likes to bury her face between your thighs and slurp at your clit, dipping her tongue between your folds.
"ten times better than any meal I've ever had." she'll say savoring the taste of you as though you were a gourmet meal. Sasha doesn't care how much you squirm or cry out and beg for her to slow down. She'll devour you until you're a trembling mess on her tongue and even still she won’t stop. She's so good at what she does,you wouldn't want her to.
historia
pretends like you two are only friends in public, much like Annie she is eager to keep up appearances, the stakes being much higher as historia value’s her reputation. given that she has a boyfriend it would be pretty inconvenient for news of you two hooking up to get out and she spends every second reminding you of that. She invites you over for “sleepovers” as a coverup for asking for sex.
Kind of a pillow princess who expects you to do the work, her favorite thing being the two of you lifting up your skirts and rubbing your slobbery cunts together. on top of that she's also a perv but likes to accuse you of being one. She takes upskirt videos of you to rub her cunt to the moment she’s alone.
Despite the fact that you too are friends she has a habit of being degrading. “Go faster you dumb little slut.” and of course you enjoy every second of it, doing just as she asks until you both cum on each other and later she’ll pretend to be pissed at you for the spot you left on her skirt.
Historia can be pretty possessive when it comes to you having other friends as well , she’ll likely sabotage the friendship in hopes that it will bring you too close together and it surely does. You’ll show up at her doorstep crying and she’ll take you inside insulting whoever it is that hurt you and offering to make you feel better. Being your best friend and all she knows is just what it takes too.
here's my masterlist
#mikasa smut#mikasa x y/n#aot smut#snk smut#attack on titan x you#attack on titan x y/n#attack on titan fanfiction#sasha aot#sasha x reader#ymir snk#ymir smut#ymir x reader#historia x reader#historia smut#ymir x y/n#annie x reader#annie leonhardt x reader#annie aot#attack on titan x reader#attack on titan smut
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✩ drunk girlfriend ymir headcanons ✩
you hate taking ymir to parties. partly because she makes a big deal about going, but mainly because the amount of alcohol she consumes.
ymir drinks anything as long as it didn’t taste like complete shit to her and apparently, shitty drinks were rarely found. drinks you’d consider nasty had no effect on her.
during the buzz stage, she’s a little louder, a little more bold if you can believe. she challenges everyone in games of pools, darts, arm wrestling, etc.
she’s not the type to throw up. despite ending up a drunken mess each time, she knows her limits.
she always makes sure to mention you, her loving, darling, girlfriend. there’s never a soul at the function that won’t hear about you at some point through out the night.
if you thought her pda was bad before, buckle up. drunk ymir cannot keep her hands to herself, craving to touch you at all times, both in innocent and dirty ways.
she loves giving you drunk cheek kisses. just absolutely smooshing her face against yours.
you can tell when she’s really drunk because there’s this girly little laugh that escapes from her mouth. it’s not forced or deepened, it’s natural. she gets really embarrassed about it, though.
drunk ymir loves to eat. if she’s at a party, she’s always got a full plate in her hand. “what? i’m hungry.
she’s a menace when it’s time to go to bed, saying anything and everything to keep you from forcing her to sleep. sleep is her enemy and she will not give in so easily.
ymir is a little ballsy when she’s drunk, starting fights with everyone if they dare look at you the wrong way.
if she’s drunk with out you (which rarely happens), she’s blowing your phone up. calls, texts, facetimes. she wants her baby. she’s sooo clingy.
#ymir#ymir i love you#ymir x reader#ymir x y/n#ymir x you#attack on titan#attack on titan fanfiction#aot headcanons#aot smut#aot fanfiction#snk headcanons#attack on titan headcanons#aot fluff#aot fanfic#aot x reader#ymir fanfiction#ymir fic#ymir imagines#ymir headcanons#ymir x historia#ymir fluff#ymir angst#attack on titan x reader#attack on titan fluff#attack on titan imagines#attack on titan smut#attack on titan ymir#ymir aot#ymir snk#ymir smut
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eren, connie and ony definitely the type of mfs that would swim to whoop a niggas ass. Matter of fact, throw ymir into the mix too.
pls tell me y'all know what im talking about
#eren x black!reader#eren x yn#eren x reader#eren x black reader#connie x black!reader#connie x reader#connie x black reader#connie x y/n#onyankopon x black!reader#onyankopon x reader#ymir x reader#ymir x black reader#aot x black reader#aot x black! reader#aot x reader
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Pt. 2"눈을 보고 말할래요. "보고 싶었어요"
⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆synopsis: you're living your best life, leaving everything behind in the past however a small 'family' gathering at Levi's home threatens to unfold everything.
⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆contains: modern au! everyone, Levi's mom and uncle are alive in this au, mentions of swearing but not actual swearing, Carla is also alive, Eren's dad is absent, mentions of medication.
⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆wc: 9.8K.
⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆tw: swearing, mentions of pills, medication use and brief manipulation.
⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ Here is 1 and 3
Life is going great.
You're done with finals, you're graduating in a few weeks, and you've prepared your graduation gown and a bucket list of all the places you'd like to visit during your friend group trip to the country you've always wanted to travel to.
You've made new friends, such good loving friends. You love them like a relative, like a long lost possession about to bid its goodbye once more. You cherish the time you spend with them and they've shown you that they feel the exact same way.
All of you get along so well, you find joy and solace in each other's company, and the laughter is actually genuine. It's a huge contrast to the previous chapter of your life, where toxicity and ugly attitudes were all you knew about friendships. Now, the warmth of genuine friendships surrounds you. And you couldn't be more grateful.
You've also fallen in love with composing songs and soundtracks, which was originally brought up by a friend of yours after they saw you playing around with a launchpad and they started grooving crazily to the beat you made up on the spot and other times you created melodies that made them cry.
So now, you part-time compose soundtracks for this new uprising director, Levi Ackerman. He's French-Japanese, very well-known in the film industry and you may or may not have the biggest crush on him. He's blunt, reserved, stoic, and loaded with creativity. Nowadays, you are working on his breakthrough project, his films create a canvas for your musical symphonies and all of this wouldn't have happened if your friends didn't lovingly force you to email him your samples.
Honestly, they are your biggest hype-mans, your number-one fans, and your admirers. They tell you that you're so talented that if you released some of your music, you'd be winning awards left to right. But you don't think they'll believe you if you tell them.
You have won awards, plenty of them, more than you can count however the problem is you've won them indirectly.
4 years have passed ever since you went no contact with your 'old friends' and in those 4 years while you were living your best life, working hard to get to where you are right now, they have become popular and not just '10K popular and one viral hit' popular, we're talking about '10 million albums sold, a world tour (and another one coming up), Billboard's most weeks on chart, surpassing world legends and 3 Grammys' popular. Connie on the other hand became a YouTuber and he's amassed a total of 13M subscribers and Historia started a fashion company on par with the leading designers of today.
Half of the songs on their albums that supposedly broke the charts were produced by none other than...you. Most of the ideas on Connie's YouTube channel were brainstormed by the both of you and you see familiar designs on the clothes that celebrities wear because it was you who created that blueprint.
The last two you can't take much credit for but for the songs? Your compositions, your melodies which you have poured all your soul into, have become the backdrop of their meteoric rise.
You don't know how to feel, everything seems so bittersweet.
On one hand, there's pride in your work being recognized on such a grand scale. On the other, there's the confusion and overall sense of unease that comes with the realization.
You had so many questions surrounding this topic such as, 'Why didn't they credit you' and 'Did they do it on purpose or was it accidental'
After all, no one knows where you are, you are left with no information, you cut off everyone and now that you think it through, realistically there was no way to credit you.
While curious about their whole uprise to fame, you remind yourself that although you do deserve the credit and the fame, it's not what you're looking for right now. You've got a different helmet on and if you have to regain contact with them to gain your rightfully so credit, they might as well keep it.
You are interrupted from your session of zoning out by a p!ng, an email pops up on your computer with the subject being Urgent and the sender being Levi Ackerman.
Urgent:
come over.
You've grown accustomed to his antics by now, as you have been working together for about 2 years now. If he says 'It's urgent' it's very likely that it's just 'I don't want to ask anyone else because it's embarrassing so I'll ask you'
So you reply back with a call, smiling to yourself as you decide to tease him a little. After the 5th ring, he picks up which is funny considering he's just staring at the phone ringing until he deems it's the right ring to answer to seem like he was busy.
"What?" He asks sighing as if he has better things to do with his time.
"Oh no, it's nothing. I'm just wondering when you'll switch to texting because I can't really keep up with fossils" you reply trying to get a rise out of him.
"The only thing fossil is your humour" He retorts unfazed as he sips on something in the background, obviously tea.
"Are you sure it's not your age, I'm pretty sure you were friends with Aurelius at one point"
"Cute, are you sure it's not your personality, I'm sure I've met thousands of people with the exact same everything as you."
"Ouch, I didn't deserve that" you reply, feigning hurt in your voice when you're actually just joking.
"So what do you need? What is so urgent" you ask, curious of what it is this time.
"Come over and you'll know" He responds curtly and before you can respond, he hangs up on you. You scoff, internally noting to give him an earful when you get to his place. You roll your eyes at his attitude, his characteristic not unfamiliar to you.
With a quick text to your roommate, you inform her about your plans for the night and that food is in the fridge. Anticipating her lack of response due to her own night out partying, you head out, leaving the message to be read by her whenever she can.
Levi's home is a 15-minute drive from your apartment, he lives in the middle of the very fashioned neighborhood. Despite being full of creativity and the creator of films that have everyone on the edge of their seat, the man can't design his house at all. He has the design of a monochromatic minimalist, with no sign of color anywhere, you can't stand it. Everything is grey there, you feel the color getting sucked out of you when you enter his house.
Finally, you arrive there quickly enough as the road to his neighborhood is quite deserted. You struggle to park the car in his driveway as it's very narrow but after a few minutes, you manage.
Guess rich people don't leave their houses, you think as you ring the doorbell to his house.
He opens the door and stands there with his nth cup of tea somewhat observing you before telling you 'You know the drill, I'll be in the office'.
Ah, the drill, how could you forget? You give him a sarcastic smile before watching him walk off and adhere to the so-called drill.
You have to take off your shoes, put them in a disinfectant bag, seal it up, and hang it on the shoe rack. As well as disinfecting your hands twice and hanging your coat and bag on a coat rack where you clean it both with some weird lint roller he has. You don't mind it really, it is his house after all.
After doing all that, you put on some guest slippers and head to his office. The house hasn't changed since your last visit, it's almost vibrating with greyness. You feel like smiling is forbidden, which may be, in the comfort of his home.
You turn a corner and see him sitting in his office chair playing back parts of his last movie and writing notes on how to improve. The mood would be better if the office had some sort of personality to it but no, this is an asylum.
"You know I recently came across a color palette, and it immediately reminded me of you, It was more on the brown side, with beautiful shades of wood, warm earth tones, and hints of amber." You share with Levi, attempting to bring a touch of color into the monochromatic conversation.
"There were even hints of grey" You add to gain his curiosity after he seems to have ignored you at the first attempt at making conversation.
Levi raises an eyebrow and stares at you through the rim of his glasses, clearly unimpressed by the mention of color invading his sanctuary of grayscale. "Why would a color palette remind you of me?" he questions, his tone conveying sarcasm and a hint of curiosity.
You chuckle, finding his reaction predictable. "Well, it had a certain rugged elegance like someone I know and also because I think it would suit you"
He rolls his eyes and scoffs, a faint trace of a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips. He gets up from his desk to head towards the office cabinet. "Flattery won't change my stance, I like how things are just fine. "
"I don't know what kind of colour trauma you've obtained during your centuries of living but to each their own, I guess" You joke smiling widely as he deadpans at your joke of his age before you change the subject and look upon where he's going. He has a teacup collection in his office cabinet, you think but shrug it off instantly as it kind of makes sense for the tea-addict man to have a teacup collection. The cabinet seems to be reserved for just tea, teacups, teabags, tea flavors, and even tea scents. Perhaps he was a teashop owner in another life.
He pours the pre-made fresh tea into one of the cups and places it before you, "So now that I'm here, what do you want?"
He puts his pen down and takes off his reading glasses, before interlocking his fingers and taking a more serious stance. You honestly think he's about to fire you but his glint seems a bit more personal.
"I need a plus one" he finally admits as if it was the hardest thing ever.
Your eyes widen in surprise at Levi's unexpected request for a plus one. Your lips barely touch the cup's rim and decide to taste it later for fear of choking on your tea. His usually stern demeanor seems to soften for a moment, revealing a side of him that isn't often on display.
"But for two events, one personal and the other official." He continues.
"Personal, as in you wanna ask me out?" you ask, totally confused because that makes no sense.
"Tsk, no you idiot, maybe let me finish next time" He interjected quickly hands discreetly covering his ears at the tiniest blush that formed at the tip of them.
You become flustered at the abrupt response, slightly embarrassed by your assumption. "Maybe don't take prehistoric pauses between sentences. What's the personal event?"
He takes a moment to regain his composure, the brief flicker of a curious glint in his eyes indicating that he might be enjoying the misunderstanding on your end. "The personal one is a family gathering, My mother wants me to be the host of the family gathering this month."
"And I come in where?"
"I usually stay isolated in my room because I can't stand the whole mood of the place, it's too chatty and noisy but now I have to host." He tsks shaking his head at the memory of the last family gathering.
"And you don't know how to, so you want my help?"
Levi nods, his expression serious. "In short, yes."
"Right, yeah so I still don't understand. Why don't you pick someone else, someone who you're already comfortable with" You ask, not knowing why he's asking you when he has a few friends of his own.
"Who says I'm not comfortable with you?" Levi gives you an incredulous look as if your question is absurd and the answer is obvious.
You can't help but raise an eyebrow at Levi's unexpected response. "Comfortable with me? You've been scowling at me since we met."
Levi offers a nonchalant shrug. "It's my default expression. I'm not a people person. You're the least annoying person I've met so far."
"um, thanks, I guess?"
Levi nods, his acknowledgment devoid of any neutrality. "Don't read too much into it."
You can't tell if he's being sarcastic or genuinely expressing a form of acceptance. Either way, you decide not to dwell on it too much. Levi is known for his stoic demeanor, and deciphering his feelings is like trying to read ancient hieroglyphs, so it's best not to read too much into it.
"Okay, and for the official one?"
"The official one," Levi starts, "is an award ceremony. One of my films is nominated for a few categories, and my presence is required as a formality."
"Congratulations? But then again you're not fond of award ceremonies, are you?" You nearly get up from your seat to give him a hug but refrain from doing so not wanting to cross any boundaries.
"Yeah, I couldn't care less, stupid pricks think they have the authority to judge whose art is superior. It's fucking bullshit" Levi's expression turns sour as he expresses his disdain for the award ceremony.
You sense the bitterness in his words while taking a sip of your tea and savoring the taste with a pleased hum, you realize that the world of awards and recognition might not be as glamorous and fulfilling as it seems. "I get it, awards don't define the value of your work. It's about the impact you make and the stories you tell, but you have to attend so that you gain the recognition you need and deserve, makes sense."
Levi nods in agreement, feeling warmth seeping through him as you are fond of the tea he brewed. "Exactly. Anyway, they're announcing the nominations for soundtracks too so keep an eye out for that."
"Yeah okay, that's cool, but also nerve-wracking" you admit already feeling the anxiety seeping in at the thought of the ceremony.
"Why? Because there are major actors?"
"No, the cameras, the judgments, the expectations, it all feels overwhelming," you reply, a hint of nervousness in your voice.
Levi gives you a side glance sipping on his tea and finishing what's left, his usual stern expression softening just a tad. "If you believe in your work, that's all that matters. They can go to hell with all their opinions."
You smile and nod, his words making sense as you push away any thoughts of negativity that may increase your anxiety. You think of thoughts to push back the unwanted ones and Levi seems to be the perfect solution. You can't help but stare at Levi, busy again with noting stuff down, his handwriting a mix of scribbles and cursives. How his fingers tend to be very pale and dainty, a taint of red on his knuckles from cracking them too much. How his hair falls on his face makes you want to part them away and tuck the strands behind his ears.
He looks up at you, sharp grey eyes boring into yours, eyebrows raised as a defense mechanism against the gaze you've been holding. You quickly avert your eyes and change your gaze, not wanting him to catch on.
"So which one is first and when is it?" you begin, trying to shift the focus back to the matter at hand.
"Family gathering, tomorrow at 7 pm" He answers.
"Tomorrow? You didn't think to give me a week's notice?"
Levi looks at you with a questioning gaze at your mildly surprised tone. "You and a week's notice is the same as a bouncing ball in a minefield, you'd eventually worry yourself to death with your overthinking tendencies."
"Overthinking is true but the meals need more time. so anything I need to know about the gathering, will I be the only non-family there?" you inquired, curious to know how awkward it will be.
"One, the meals are already prepared by a chef I hired. and two, no, one of my cousins, the brat, brings over all of her friends and it becomes a whole noise-fest, so you wouldn't be the only non-family," he explained, annoyance forming on his face as he recalled the headaches he's endured over the years.
You nod, mentally noting the details. "Got it. And the award ceremony?"
Levi glances at his calendar. "That's in two weeks. You'll need to clear your schedule for the whole day because it's far, the event starts in the evening."
"Alright, I'll make sure I'm available, Anything else I should be prepared for?", you reply, thinking about the preparations you'll need to make for both occasions.
Levi shrugs, "Just the usual chitter-chatter film industry shit. Red carpet, photographers, people pretending to be interested in conversations they're having when really they're full of shit."
You nod, "Got it, it's all just a show."
Levi nods as his facial features lightly soften. "More or less, It's all about appearances, which is why I rarely attend these things willingly."
"Okay, so tomorrow at 7 pm but I should come earlier, right? here at your place, no overthinking and I'm guessing the attire is casual?" You ask listing all the things you're required of.
Levi nods, "Casual is fine. Nothing too fancy and nothing too casual Just don't show up in pajamas, and we should be good."
You smirk teasing him a little, "Okay, I'll save the pajamas for the award ceremony then."
"But wait a minute, what's in this for me?" You ask slyly poking at him to see what he might offer you. You need everything he can offer to give you at this point.
Levi relaxes into his chair and crosses his arms, seemingly intrigued by your banter. "What do you mean, what's in it for you?"
You chuckle, enjoying the banter between you two. "Well, I'm doing you a favor by being your plus one. I think I deserve something in return."
Levi gives you a blank stare, the corners of his lips curling slightly. "And what would that something be?"
You pause for dramatic effect and also because you didn't think he'd play along before responding with a sly grin, "Two things, one, you'll call me by my first name, and two, you owe me dinner"
Levi deadpans at your demands, seemingly unamused. "Call you by your first name? That's negotiable. But dinner, you're practically dreaming."
"That's totally fine you can just forever be in debt."
Levi raises an eyebrow at your response, contemplating your proposal. There's a brief moment of silence, and you can almost sense the gears turning in his stoic demeanor. Finally, he lets out a 'tsk fine', a subtle way of saying 'I can't say no to you so do whatever you want'. You are too oblivious to see the stark contrast in Levi's behavior with you and with others, it's basically night and day. He treats you very differently, and though his stoicism remains, there's a peculiar comfort in the way he interacts with you. It's as if your presence manages to crack the surface of his usual 'idgaf' and 'the world bores me' attitude.
So, you like where you are right now, you like how things are going and you never want this chapter in your life to change. You've found a sense of fulfillment in your work, genuine friendships, and an interesting dynamic with Levi.
You're content.
Meanwhile on the other hand...
Eren wakes up disheveled, his hair now shorter and his moustache is long gone, shaved out of existence. He stands in the bathroom, already finished brushing his teeth and water droplets falling down his face, a product of washing his face. He looks at the mirror cabinet, deciding whether or not to take his pills. He decides not to, not being bothered to as he feels there's no point to it.
He doesn't want the stability of his moods or the functionality of his routine to actually work. It doesn't mean anything, at least not anymore.
He has two calendars, one plain white that is normal, he uses it to remember certain dates and important interviews that shape his career. The other calendar is reserved for you, your absence to be exact, he crosses out each day that passes without your captivating presence. Today it’s 4 years, 3 months, and 6 days. Every day at 7, he sits down by his desk, grabs both your calendar and his journal, and just writes how much he regrets what he did that day. He's gone through 7 journals so far and he writes for you, to you, and because of you.
He writes about how much he misses the music that used to fill his house when days were hard and he thought he couldn't get through them. How you were so patient and loving and that you didn't deserve anything that he put you through. He writes what reminds him of you, the tulips that bloom in the spring near his mom's house, the cherry blossoms he came across during his tour to Japan, or the jasmines he was gifted by an Indian fan during his trip there.
Everything comes back to you.
He feels so pathetic, so darn twisted to have said all those things to you, to have pushed you away and the worst part is, he doesn't even know why. He doesn't know whether or not to embrace the memories of your smiles, laughter, and the warmth of your presence or let it haunt him. Eren regrets the days when he let his issues take control and drive you far away from him, the days when he couldn't appreciate the simple joy of your company.
He would give everything to get you back again, but that's selfish of him, he thinks. He wants you to be happy, to live life, and never look back for him. He's torn between wanting you back in his life and acknowledging that it might be better for you to move on. The weight of his actions, the hurt he caused, and the bridge of friendship he destroyed between you and the rest of your friends are heavy burdens he carries.
Connie hates him to this day and rightfully so. So does Jean.
Eren used a recording of Connie that was taken out of context. The day of that recording was on your birthday and Connie was tired of the plain ol' happy birthday surprise because it wasn't surprising anyone. So he took it upon himself to spice things up. He decided that he'd have a fight with you the day before and the day after that he'd make a fake recording of him saying horrible things and once you got upset, he'd apologize and surprise you with your favorite flavored cake. He knew he'd get a few head smacks from you for even thinking about calling you a 'bitch' but all he really wanted was to hand-make the cake with the rest of your friend group and see you eat it half teary-eyed and laughing. But he decided against it after recording the audio, paranoid that it might actually drive you away so he resorted to just the plain non-surprising birthday party.
But no, Eren saved that recording even when Connie had deleted it from his phone. Eren drove you against everyone for mainly one reason, or rather two. Jealousy and insecurity.
Eren hated, he loathed, how you spend time with Jean, he despised how you looked at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, all doe-y and filled with admiration and love. You shouldn't be looking at horse-face like that, it should be him.
Eren believed he deserved your undivided attention, and the idea of you sharing those moments with Jean fuelled his jealousy. The insecurities within him festered, making him resentful of anyone who seemed to be close to you.
In an attempt to have you closer to him, Eren manipulated the situation, using Connie as a pawn in his scheme. The recording, taken out of context, became a weapon that not only hurt you but also fractured their own friendship. Connie, who was genuinely trying to create a memorable surprise, became an unknowing victim of Eren's envious tactics. This showed just how far Eren was willing to go to have you all to himself. He also had another recording of Jean also taken out of context but since he threatened Jean that he'd tell you everything, Jean thought it would be better to come out on his own terms.
But it all backfired. The fallout from his actions left a trail of broken friendships and severed ties. The fallout was severe. Connie was hurt and betrayed, harbored deep resentment towards Eren, rarely ever talking to him unless it was urgent. Connie's initial reaction was worse, first, he took it as a joke and brushed Jean off when he told him everything, and then when he entered your room to look for you, everything was wiped, your closets were empty, your gaming setup that was right next to his was completely clean, only the table remained and all Connie could see was red causing a huge fight between him and Eren.
Jean, too, felt the sting of betrayal as Eren's actions caused you to forever leave and leave them swimming in regret not only driving a wedge between friends but also leaving a lasting scar on the trust and happiness that existed between the entire friend group.
To say that they all miss you would be a heavy understatement. It's like you took away the sunshine and left them in a never-ending gloomy day. It's not the same without your crazy laughter and the way you made even the boring stuff fun. Everything's just kind of off now, and they can't shake the feeling that things got messed up for no good reason.
In the dead of night, when everything's quiet, each of them thinks about the good times and how quickly things went south. There's this heavy feeling of 'what if' hanging in the air, 'What if I never created that recording' 'What if I never told her how I truly felt about her in the past, would that have changed her decision' 'what if i didn't exist'. Eren especially can't get over the fact that he let someone as wonderful as you slip away for his own self-centered and insecure reasons.
Life moves on, yes, but it doesn't seem so in this context. Everything feels so dull, they don't have fun anymore, no one laughs genuinely, it's very awkward. Everyone wonders where you went, where you've been, how you are, if you're happy at least, and that if you are then they're happy too but they're still figuring out how to fix the mess. Your absence is this big, annoying elephant in the room. If your absence has taught them something it's that they should try to appreciate the people around them. Your absence is like a neon sign saying, "Don't fuck up."
Back to the present day time, Eren gets a text from Mikasa and he doesn't want to open it but does so that he doesn't get manhandled and thrown across the backyard.
Mikasa: get ready and be there me and auntie are already in the car driving
Mikasa: the address for the gathering is [Street Address/PO BOX], dress well pls
He groans into his pillow. Another stupid gathering, he thought he could get away from this year's gathering by traveling to America, a country where Mikasa's relatives aren't scattered around but no, the host of this year's gathering is Levi and he lives in America and specifically in the same state he traveled to. Eren can't even begin to express his annoyance. It's almost like the entire universe is against him not attending and he's not even related to anyone there. Why does he have to go, he thinks? Social events are the bane of his existence, ironic considering his whole career relies on interacting with people (fans).
Eren contemplates ignoring the text and pretending he never saw it. Maybe he can come up with a convincing excuse, like a sudden illness or something lame like 'I accidentally leaked the address, fans everywhere'. But he knows Mikasa too well – her persistence is unmatched. Ignoring her texts would only escalate the situation and so he responds with a 'fine, got it'.
He tosses his phone aside and stares at the ceiling. The prospect of facing another family gathering fills him with dread. It's not the family part that bothers him; it's the forced interactions, the fake smiles, and the constant questioning about his personal life. Resigned, he starts thinking about what to wear, already dreading the inevitable awkwardness that awaits him.
Eren makes sure to dress casually, opting for a comfortable yet presentable look. He styles his hair with a bit more care than usual, not wanting to appear too disheveled. As a final touch, he puts on his best cologne, he doesn't know why, but he feels compelled to dress properly, look proper, and act proper.
Almost as if there's something, or rather someone that's going to present tonight, that's worth impressing...
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You woke up at 10 am and left for Levi's house at 1 pm, giving yourself a few good 6 hours to prepare everything. Levi insisted that you didn't need to come so early and that he's already setting up everything but you like these kinds of things so you tell him it's fine. He tells you to utilize the catering staff he hired and leave their job to them but you refuse. It's a 'family' gathering, it should have bits and pieces of his personality embedded into his effort as well.
You couldn't find some grey cutlery so you bought what you could find which happened to be some colorful plates to Levi's dismay but you promised him that you'd keep them and it wouldn't stay in his house for more than a few days. He sighs a 'tch' at you that you don't think much of. You waste no time and get to work immediately, unpacking the bags and organizing the items you bought. The colorful plates you've chosen might not match Levi's monochromatic taste, but you believe they add a lively touch to the gathering.
You proceed with setting up the dining area and arranging the colorful plates alongside the other tableware. The clash of colors against the neutral backdrop creates a unique aesthetic, one that you find oddly satisfying. Levi also starts his part in cleaning, which doesn't take long as he cleans his house on a regular basis.
The catering staff, initially unsure about your decisions, follows your lead. As you continue to work, Levi observes silently, occasionally offering input or preferences. Despite the clash of styles, a subtle understanding begins to fold and everyone likes the outcome of the collaboration between the expertise of the staff and your knowledge of Levi's tastes.
After a few good hours, everything is set and you go change from your 'helping out' clothes to your casual clothes for the event. The catering staff bid their goodbye and Levi takes a seat in the living room.
It is now 6:00 and Levi's mom and uncle arrive, you can hear their chatter from upstairs, a booming laugh can be heard and you assume it's his uncle. You've never been more nervous in your life. 'How should you greet them?' 'What if you look too casual' 'What if you say something wrong' are all the negative thoughts flowing through your mind right now. You take a deep breath, brush them aside, and head downstairs and you immediately happen to lock eyes with his mom, she sits on the couch with an amazing posture while Levi and his uncle bicker at the door. You wonder how Levi greeted his mom, too bad you missed it.
She looks so ethereal, with long healthy black hair flowing nicely with the white dress she's wearing, and her facial features are soft and delicate, she looks like the kindest person ever, she radiates this sort of 'welcome' feeling. As if she'll accept you in your arms, sinner or priest.
You snap out of it, stopping the gawking, and continue to walk up to her. She instantly smiles and gets up from the couch.
"Who is this young pretty lady?" Levi's mom exclaims with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity. You feel a mix of relief and nervousness as you extend a hand towards her.
"Hello Ma'am, I'm [Name]," you say, trying to match her warmth. "I'm a friend and co-worker of Levi's. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Ma'am?" She laughs a hearty laugh and pats you gently on the shoulders "Sweetie, there's no need to be so formal, You can just call me Kuchel"
"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Kuchel" you reply, not bringing yourself to call someone much older than you by just their first name.
"You're a cheeky lady, aren't you?" Kuchel jokes with you, giving you an affectionate smile and you finally understand what the term 'girl crush' means because you've never been so positively intimidated by someone's elegance and stance. She urges you to sit down when in reality you should be the one urging her to sit down and making her feel comfortable.
Levi and his uncle also come by to sit down before he introduces himself to you.
"How's it going, little lady? I'm Kenny. I'm this kid's uncle, regrettably" he says with a smirk, causing Levi to roll his eyes and Kuchel to slap his arm playfully.
"Hello, I'm [Name], I work alongside Levi and we're also friends." Levi glances at you to see if you're uncomfortable in any way, he's good at reading people and you seem, relaxed and not tense as he predicted you'd be. He mentally nods at that and reminds himself to glance at you every now and then.
Kuchel smiles warmly at you. "It's wonderful to have you here, [Name]. I'm glad he's becoming friends with coworkers, he usually never does that"
"Mom, I'm 28, stop talking about me like I'm 15" Levi groans at the embarrassment, hands digging into his face.
"You're still my baby boy, no matter how old you get." She retorts, moving closer to him to pinch his cheeks and coddle him.
You coo at the rare sight, of Levi crossing his arms while his mother hugs him and strokes his hair, it's obvious Levi loves the affection his mother gives him, his fond smile gives it away no matter how grey his eyes look.
His uncle also seems to enjoy the sight, smiling a faint one as he catches you observing him. He flashes you a wink before looking back at the scene. You feel less tense now, feeling more welcome with the whole atmosphere.
It's now 7:15 and the first batch of relatives come out of a minivan, you smile and they somehow hug you as if you're a part of the family, one elderly woman asks if you're Levi's other half and you can't help but stutter on your words as you form incoherent sentences you later resort to shaking your head as a form of no.
It's now 8:15, an hour has passed and everyone is eating their starters, you look at the lively atmosphere and you feel so warm inside, everyone knows one another and everyone treats you like a relative, you feel like you belong before the doorbell rings again and you tell them that you'll go get it.
Nothing could've prepared you for who was behind that door.
You quickly open the door and get your clothing stuck on the handle of the door by opening it too quickly. You manage to say your hellos but your focus is on the door, trying to get out of this embarrassing situation.
"[Name], What’re you doing here?" a voice asks and you think it's Kuchel but once you finally get your clothing unstuck from the door and look up at the new batch of guests, you're astronomically wrong.
It's Carla, It's Carla Jaeger.
You've never thought you'd see Carla of all people here, you think you're hallucinating and that the presence of Kuchel may have triggered your longing for the mother figure who treated you like you were her daughter.
But no, it's actually Carla. How could this be and why? She's standing in front of the door with a fluffy scarf and a huge coat that hides her actual outfit. She stares at you with sadness in her eyes, but then Kuchel shouts 'Carla come in' which makes you snap out of it and open the door so that she may enter. She does so and as you try to close the door she tells you that..
"There's one more person"
And cue the anxiety, panic, and dread. You look at her, confused and worried. Carla immediately embraces you with a tight hug, as if seeking comfort or offering it, you're not sure. She cups your face gently, looking into your eyes with a mixture of affection and sorrow.
"[Name], You've grown up."
Carla whispers, her voice a mixture of sorrow and longing. The memories flood back – the warmth of her hugs, the wisdom in her advice, and the unconditional love she showered upon you. The times she'd teach you how to bake and you'd end up messing the whole thing up and she'd laugh at you while teasing.
"You look more refined" she continues, her gaze filled with a motherly pride. Carla steps back, holding your shoulders as she examines you. "But the same twinkle in your eyes remains."
"Thank you, Auntie" you reply not knowing what else, a pang of guilt heaving in your heart as you mentally embrace yourself for the person who accompanied her as the doorbell rings again.
please don't be eren, please don't be eren, please don't be eren
This is what you keep chanting in your mind as Carla gestures towards the door, indicating that you should answer it. As you open the door, you're met with the face of the person who accompanied her.
It's not Eren. Thank God
It's Mikasa.
You mentally smack yourself on the head, how could you have not known? Mikasa Ackerman, Levi Ackerman. What more clues did you need? A big red billboard?
Mikasa carries two baskets of what seems to be treats for everyone at the family gathering. She doesn’t seem to notice you since you're practically hiding behind the door as she goes forward to set the gifts down at the kitchen island and give greetings to her relatives.
Taking your invisibility to her as an advantage, you close the door not wanting the cold to get into the warmed house, and wonder where you should go and you decide you’ll go upstairs to get some fresh air, calm your nerves, and focus on the priority here.
You run up the stairs and go to the nearest bathroom, you’re pacing around not knowing what to do. You think let’s rewind a bit.
Now we know that Mikasa is related to Levi, check. Does that guarantee that anyone else who you’ve left behind could also be here, no. But why is Carla here then?
And that’s where you’re stumped. You have no clue. And you don’t want this to ruin your image with the people you just met, for you to just run off out of nowhere because someone you know is in the same room as you. You’re not like this, this is the anxiety talking. So what know them? Say your hellos and look the other way, it’s very simple.
You slap your face gently as if to beat the words into your face, that’s until you hear a booming noise from downstairs, it sounds like someone is cheering. Anyways, you think, let’s get back to this gathering. Whoever comes, came and whoever is not present well then that’s a win for us.
And with that you head downstairs, slowly observing the table where everyone is seated at, Levi with his armed crosses, Kuchel with her hand on his head, Kenny bored out of his mind and Carla exchanging smiles with Kuchel. The other relatives seem to chatter among themselves.
You quickly head down the stairs and grab a plate to get yourself some food. Carla comes along behind you, she follows what you do, also grabbing a plate and putting food on her plate.
“So how has life been treating you, [Name]?”
She asks, genuine curiosity flowing through her voice, you look at her and put your plate down to show some respect and talk to her.
“It’s going great, I’m graduating in a few weeks.” You reply, observing her features, she hasn’t changed a bit, she looks just as comforting as before. She smiles at that and pats your back.
“I’m proud of you sweetie. You deserve everything good in this life and the next”
You smile and hug her abruptly, the connection you had with Carla was unmatched, nothing could top that and you just feel so guilty for not telling her anything beforehand.
“Listen, [Name], As a mother, I need to apologize.” You look at her confused and she continues with heavy words. “I never got the chance to apologize to you for Eren’s behavior that day, if I double-checked whether or not he took his medication, perhaps this wouldn’t have become the outcome.”
“Auntie, this is in no way your fault. This was my decision, I’d like to think that either way, I would’ve left. It’s just the terms I left on could’ve been improved, but that’s also my fault. I just combined everyone in the same category as Eren and left without further notice. That’s a fault on my part.”
"Nonsense, none of this could ever be your fault." She smiles and pats your cheek,“The ever so kind [Name], you have a heart pure as the driven snow.”
You appreciate her words but can't shake the feeling that you could have handled things differently. All the guilt and regret start pouring in, you've left so many people under the assumption that they hated you, Carla was one of them, you thought that if her son despised you enough to hurt you, then what would be stopping her?
Carla seems to sense your troubled self so she takes it upon herself to make the mood more friendly and less soggy with regret. She's seen how regretful both you and Eren look and it's so dreadful as his mother and as someone who cares about you. She tries to lighten his mood up, take him to places where serotonin may be boosted, and engage with him in activities that liven things up, but to no avail. Eren was stuck in a trance of regret.
Carla wishes she could ask you to at least talk with Eren or sort things out with him. Her motherly side worried about the wellbeing of her son but she can't bring herself to do so, it's too much on you and selfish of her.
"My kitchen is in good shape, I know for a fact that it has missed your mishaps," Carla says with a playful glint in her eyes, attempting to bring a smile to your face.
"Mishaps? More like nuclear testings" you respond with a chuckle, appreciating Carla's effort to lighten the mood. Her warm demeanor and easygoing nature make you feel more at ease, at least for the moment.
Kuchel calls Carla over once more, she has a glass of red wine and she seems like she has lots of things to catch up with her. Carla gives you a nod before heading over to her and taking her plate of food on the way.
You take a moment to collect yourself, glancing around the room. Levi is engaged in a conversation with his uncle Kenny and Mikasa is on her phone. You take this as an opportunity to clean the dishes, left by the guests as they head to the living room to watch a sitcom together.
It's now 8:50. it's almost two hours past the intended time, you can let out a deep sigh of relief. No one else is coming and everyone here is sleeping here for the night. Washing the dishes calms your nerves and you feel more relaxed, you hope that Mikasa stays on her phone and does not notice you. That'd be great, but the chances of someone not noticing another in a 'family gathering' are very low. She'll probably notice one way or another.
You finish the dishes, dry your hands, and allow the families to enjoy their own company. You, however, make your way to the small seating area, opposite to the door. You grab a book from the shelf and start reading, taking your mind off all this.
In the process, 20 minutes have passed and it's now 9:30, you giggle at the book, you never knew Levi was into comedy like this, half the books on the shelf are comedy and satire books. You put a hand over your mouth to conceal your chuckles as you continue reading. The sound of laughter and conversations from the living room serves as a comforting backdrop. Despite the initial nervousness, being immersed in Levi's world, even if just through his book collection, brings a sense of belonging.
Until the doorbell rings once more.
You're on the other side of the room so it'll take a bit longer for you to open it but as soon as you get up, Mikasa is running to the door to open it. Why would she be running when she was on her phone the entire time? You're just standing there a bit confused at who it is and why 2 hours after the initial time.
Mikasa opens the door and the room suddenly turns into an incoherent noise factory. You can't see who it is because they immediately hug Mikasa but you'd recognize that grey hair anywhere.
It's Connie and behind him are Jean, Sasha, Historia, Ymir, and Reiner.
Mikasa steps back, breaking the hug, and the noise reaches a peak as everyone starts talking at once. Connie, always the ball of energy, is the first to greet everyone, Levi leaves him hanging on his fist bump and he doesn't mind as he goes on to greet everybody else.
You don't dare move from your spot continuing reading your book hoping to stay unnoticed in your little corner of the room. As everyone continues their greetings and catching up, you bury yourself in the book, pretending to be engrossed in the words on the pages. You hear Historia apologizing for being late as the roads were blocked due to snow.
The minutes pass, and you start to believe that your plan to remain inconspicuous is working. That is until you hear a familiar voice entering the room, and a chill runs down your spine. The voice is unmistakable, and dread creeps in as you hope it's just a figment of your imagination.
Eren stands there awkwardly, pathetically fidgeting with his hands as he mumbles 'Sorry I'm late'. Kuchel hugs him and playfully pinches his cheeks and he shyly averts his gaze down. You take this as a small chance to observe him from the peek of your book.
He grew a bit taller, his hair was styled to a fashionable degree, and his face was glowing although his eyes seemed dark from his eyebags as if he hadn't been getting much sleep. His azure eyes aren't as dull as you last saw them, they're still a bit dull but the color stands out more. He looks disconnected from the rest of his friends and Mikasa pulls his arm to bring him closer.
You should've picked a more discreet place but then again why should you be hiding, it's just a coincidence that all of you happen to be reunited here. However you don't want any drama, you contemplate leaving through the back door and telling Levi something urgent came up but you don't want to let him down and there's no point in doing so if you so claim to have forgotten about them, meeting them, saying hello and disappearing again shouldn't be so hard. Maybe, just maybe, you can enjoy the evening without the complication of facing them. The minutes tick by, and your hope grows. Perhaps, for once, fate is on your side.
It's as if everything is happening in slow motion, the laughter of Carla and Kuchel, Connie play fighting with Levi's uncle and Historia chatting to the elderly family members. You glance once more from between the book and you see that their attention is elsewhere. You get a text from your roommate who happens to tell you that all the roads are blocked due to a snowstorm in the area and wondering if you're safe.
you: yes i'm fine, are you at home?
claudia: yeah, it seems like you have to stay where you are until the snow dies down, don't try to go anywhere, kay?
You seem worried a bit, wondering if your friends are also at home and not outside, you check the news and it calmly urges anyone and everyone who is outside to get inside and people who are inside to stay inside.
you: damn, it looks bad out there, how's everyone, are they all inside?? i can't get through to them.
claudia: [one attachment], we're fine, see u at home tmrw. stay safe!!
You open the attachment to see all of your friends huddling in the room, windows closed and all in oodies giving the camera a big thumbs up and smiling.
You smile at that, responding with an 'okay' and sighing a deep breath as all of your friends are safe. You're convinced the universe is against you, making you trapped in a house with people you want to run away from. You can't stand the anxiety that comes with it, you put the book down and hear the distant chatters of Levi's family members telling each other about the news as they put on the news channel.
You need a drink, you think to yourself. You quietly slip away from your corner, avoiding making any noise as you make your way to the kitchen. The distant chatter and laughter follow you, but you try to drown it out. You open the fridge, and fortunately, there's an array of beverages. You grab a bottle of water, thinking that's probably a safer choice but then you put it back as wine seems like a better option in this situation.
While you're being indecisive, it seems that someone else has entered the kitchen, they have their back to you, and you see the mini man bun and immediately know it's Eren. He hasn't noticed you yet, he thinks you're just a random family member also in the kitchen, choosing some snacks, but he has trouble finding the cork opener for the wine bottle he's about to open. He can't go back and ask Levi in front of everyone because he knows his mom. will scold him for trying to drink. So he resorts to asking a stranger, you, instead to save him that trouble.
"um, excuse me?" He starts looking at your back as you attempt to leave the kitchen stealthily, sneaking quietly past the cabinets and stuffing your face in one of them. You freeze at the sound of Eren's voice. The last thing you wanted was to become involved in his search for a corkscrew. In an attempt to avoid the impending interaction, you continue pretending to browse the snacks.
"Excuse me," he repeats, a touch of frustration in his voice.
You debate whether to respond or slip away unnoticed. The room suddenly feels smaller, you feel claustrophobic and you wish you had chosen a different place to hide from the social storm. I mean, why would you go to the kitchen when they just arrived on an empty stomach?
Eren decides to approach you, still unaware of your identity, he lightly taps you on your shoulder. "Do you know where the corkscrew is?" he asks, coming up beside you and you swear this feels like a scene straight out of a Kdrama, one of those awkward side-character interactions that you'd rather avoid. Panic sets in, and you need to think and act quickly. Holding your breath, you contemplate the best course of action.
Escape seems like a tempting option. You scold yourself for feeling afraid and decide that avoiding unnecessary drama is your priority. Without turning around to face him, you respond vaguely, slightly changing your voice.
"I think I saw it near the sink," gesturing vaguely in that direction.
You sigh a loud deep breath as he heads in that direction but immediately suck it back in. As you are walking backward, you bump into someone, you pray it's someone you don't know but by reflex, you turn around to see who you bumped into and come face to face with a groaning Connie. He has his hand on his arm after he hits it on the corner of the wall and looks up at you only to have the annoyance etched on his face disappear within a millisecond.
He stands there speechless, unable to say your name, unable to even understand the whole situation, is it real? or did he play fight with Kenny a bit too hard? He can't do anything but stand there. He takes you in, every part of you and it finally hits him like a wave of strong tides. He missed you so badly, all this time, he never truly understood how much your absence affected him. The sight of you, the sound of your voice as you mutter a small 'oh', the simple act of bumping into you – it's a flood of emotions he tried to suppress.
"Hello and sorry."
Is all you say, in a monotone voice, a stark contrast to the emotional whirlwind that's taking place within you. You grab a packet of chips and purposefully move away, creating a physical distance between the two of you. You move behind him because behind you is Eren opening a bottle of wine and glancing at the whole accident, still oblivious.
Connie scoffs at your attitude, he's immediately snapped out of his trance and feels the need to confront you. You haven't even bothered to hear his side of the story, or given him a chance to explain and it's so fucking annoying.
"Sorry for bumping into me or sorry for going no contact for like half a decade, hm?" he questions, his tone carrying a mix of sarcasm and genuine hurt. The confrontation hangs in the air, and you can feel the weight of his unspoken emotions.
You want to retort back but you know that this will just lead to confrontation on a wide scale and you don't want to ruin Levi's hard work. So you ignore him and go back to sitting down on your small chair in the corner and Connie can't believe you're actually acting like this. He watches you leave to sit down on a small chair and he's so pissed. He glances at Eren who seems to be in his own world, scrolling on his phone and drinking his wine and suddenly Connie feels like starting a fight because Eren's nonchalant attitude irks him. But he refrains, he has something else to do, something better. Connie takes the opportunity to shift the attention to the living room. He interrupts Sasha's karaoke performance in front of the TV, grabbing the microphone with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Guys, I know someone with a much better voice in this house, so who wants to listen to some real music?" He declares and Sasha pouts but lets go of the microphone. This causes Jean to tell him to stop being so rowdy and sit down. He shakes his head telling them 'You guys don't want to miss out, I promise' and they seem a bit curious at his offer, wanting to know who it is.
You think he's already gone, ignoring you as well since he never liked you in your memory so you take a breath of fresh air and continue reading while glancing at Eren who drinks the wine slowly while scrolling on his phone, replying to texts from his manager asking him on his opinion of certain costumes. He looks dreadful you almost pity him.
"It's [Name]" Connie announces, and there's a mix of surprise and curiosity that spreads among the family members. One, because half of them didn't know you could sing and the other half is reactions from Carla who knows where this is going and connected the dots, and Jean and the rest because they had no idea that you're here, so they scoff at him and tell him to stop playing.
"Come see for yourself, then" He taunts and now everyone is really confused.
Eren hears your name being said and his head immediately perks up from his distracted state. He sets down the wine glass, his eyes narrowing as he searches the room for confirmation. He goes to the living room to see a glimpse of your face but you're not there. He then proceeds to return back to his spot disappointed but stops in his tracks as he sees you, sitting down on a small chair right behind the table he was drinking wine at. He's not like Connie, he stares at you with guilt in his eyes, you know you can't hide behind your book for so long so you set it down and look at him with an annoyed gaze as Connie and the others also turn around the corner of the kitchen, surprised to see you there.
Eren feels.. weird, he feels so pathetic, he feels like he’s gonna cry any minute now, going to full-on sob in front of everyone. Your annoyed gaze tells him everything he needs to know, he wants to fall on his knees and grovel, wants to tell you he'd do everything and anything to make it up to you, he places a hand on his mouth, almost to stop himself from revealing the overwhelming emotions threatening to spill out.
Everyone else seems to look at you with the same gaze, regret, confusion, guilt, surprise. Connie, crosses his arms, half pissed at you for what happened but also happy now that he knows you've been okay, Eren looks troubled like he doesn't know where to start, Mikasa has this face on that you can't read, Historia is in a state of surprise, Jean doesn't believe his eyes and Sasha and Ymir are so confused.
You don't know how to feel, you hate how everyone just put you on the spot, how you are indirectly ruining Levi's first time hosting this gathering, but most of all, you hate how much their presence affects you.
You don't do much but look outside at the snowstorm, and then tension grows higher and tighter with each second, you hate how they look at you like you are some animal in an enclosure, like a performer and people are patiently waiting for your next trick, it feels too awkward and makes it hard to breathe, you can't help but wonder if somehow standing in the snowstorm seems like a better option than standing in the storm brewing inside this house.
notes: first things first, thank you all for reading the part 1, I really appreciate it and to those who interacted, hope that nothing inconveniences you ever again in your life!! emphasis on ever. so here's to part two, crazy how it's 9K because I remember my milestone being 5K so how I got here is honestly mindblowing. I'm glad you liked my plot, I thought it might've been weirdly put but it seems not. so I hope you enjoy this one as well and let me know if you also want a part 3, I kind of left it on a cliffhanger...
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Imagine you’re Ymir’s sister. You’re a cheer leader that gets good grades, the sweetest person to be around, and so damn pretty. Ymir is pretty much the complete opposite, bad with grades, is very snarky, but of course gorgeous. Ymir’s best friends with Eren, a nerd. Everyone knows him because they can easily get answers from him. No one would ever imagine you two fucking at a party. The prettiest girl in school and a nerd?? They wouldn’t believe it until they saw a post showing Eren hitting you from the back.
Should I make this longer??
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PROMPT 14!!! (“You heard me take it off”) WITH HANGE/HISTORIA/ANNIE/YMIR!!!
(I’m so Downbad for them😭)
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Prompt 14 - “You heard me. take. it. off.”
Ft. Hange Zoe, Historia Reiss, Annie Leonhart, & Ymir
Warnings: Strip poker in Hange’s, zest all the way around tbh, Annie and Ymir being mean (who’s surprised tho), not full smut (sorry everyone LOL-), Historia being cunning (mentions of cheating in hers), dubcon. Not proofread lmaooo-
HANGE ZOE
“You want to play what?” Levi scoffed, looking at Hange with a disgusted expression. He was leaning against the doorway of Erwin’s office, having recently returned from an expedition with his crew. He was going to report to Erwin and leave, but now Hange has his attention.
“Strip poker.” Erwin chuckled, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the idea.
“Hange how exactly did you come up with this?” You tilted your head and crossed your arms, giving them a slightly judgmental look, only to follow it up with a giggle. You couldn’t keep up the act, so you just gave in and looked over at Levi.
“Well- it came to me in a dream! Whoever loses has to take an article of clothing off and so on and so forth.” They grinned and placed their hands on their hips, wriggling their eyebrows at Levi. “What? Are you scared?” They teased and Erwin snickered softly.
“The hell I am. I’m great a poker.” He grumbled and sat down at the table near Erwin’s desk, waiting for the rest of you three to join him.
A couple rounds in, and you were losing bad. You had already taken off your corps jacket and your thigh high boots. If you lost one more game then you’d be taking off your shirt, and while it did sound like a good time, you had some rather nasty scars on your torso- and you weren’t about to sit down and explain it.
“Ahaha!” Hange laughed, smiling as you lost the game once again. Erwin gave you a reassuring smile and Levi simply scoffed.
It was always those three getting you into trouble.
“You know what that means Y/n. Take off your button up.” Levi pointed and Hange hushed him, looking at you expectantly.
Nervously, you took a swig of the whiskey before you before slowly unbuttoning your shirt. You stopped and looked at Erwin, who would hopefully be your saving grace here.
“W-Well I’m feeling sort of tired, you know?” You faked a yawn, letting out a surprised gasp as Hange leaned in and glared at you through their glasses.
“You heard Levi, darling.” They whispered lowly, a dark smirk forming on their lips. You swallowed thickly, Hange’s hands coming up and resting on top of yours. “Take. It. Off.”
HISTORIA REISS
You had been drinking with the rest of the troops, but snuck away to hang out with Historia. The blonde had you behind the barracks, kissing you silly, which was terrifying for you since you knew Ymir had a thing for her.
She was taking control of the whole situation, which was definitely unexpected compared to her whole personality. She was just an easygoing girl with strong morals, and a damn good set of lips.
It was like she had done this before, with how her hands just slid up your sides effortlessly, making you breathless as her lips continued to move against yours.
You were unable to say anything when she pulled away, stunned into silence by the mischievous look in her eyes.
“Ymir would love you.” She whispered, her fingers quickly unbuttoning her shirt. And while she was fast, she was still a tease. Once she had unbuttoned hers, her hands went to yours, but you stopped her.
“H-Historia I don’t know if this is the best thing to do. I mean just look at where we are.” You tried to explain to her that the chances of you getting caught were high, and you didn’t want to risk it.
But she didn’t care.
Of course.
Blondes and their needless determination.
“Come on Y/n. Just take it off. I promise we won’t get caught.” She smiled, and you felt your heart skip a beat. She was so sweet, but you knew what she was doing.
“B-But-“
She cut you off, placing a finger against your lips as her seemingly innocent smile grew. “Didn’t you hear me?” She giggled. “Take it off.” Her eyes shined beautifully underneath the moonlight, and you couldn’t turn her down with how damned sweet her tone was.
She was addictive, and if she wasn’t with Ymir, you’d put the prettiest rock on her finger.
ANNIE LEONHART
Finally.
After months of training and preparation, you had her right where you wanted her.
Or so you thought.
“What the hell are you doing?” She asked, kicking you to the ground with ease. You hated how she was your sparring partner, but you had no other options, so you were stuck with her.
With a groan, you got back to your feet and dusted yourself off. The crowd around you watched in surprise, silently rooting for you.
“Doesn’t matter what I’m doing now. What matters is what I’m going to do.” You smirked, squaring up and taking the defensive side as Annie reared up for another kick.
“Oh yeah?“ She scoffed and brought her leg up and hit your arm harshly, but you countered it by grabbing her leg with your left hand and pulling her to the ground. She hit the ground and the crowd around you cheered, clapping at your victory.
As they cleared out, you bent down and helped Annie up, only to be pinned to the ground by her.
Great. She was pissed.
“What the fuck was that?!?” She whisper shouted, her fists clenching your shirt as she straddled your chest.
If your life weren’t on the line right now, you would’ve found this all very attractive.
“Payback.” You huffed, moving to shove her off but failing. “I’m tired of your ass pushing me around all the time. I don’t care if you’re my sparring partner or not, it’s annoying.” You rolled your eyes and rolled over, pinning her underneath you now, your hand resting lightly on her throat.
“You’re an easy target.” She sighed and loosened her grip on your shirt. Her arms fell down to her sides and you took this as your moment.
“And you’re hot.” You smirked and removed your hand from her throat, sitting back some so she could prop herself up on her elbows. She didn’t seem phased in the slightest, but her eyes betrayed her curiosity.
You lazily stood up and pulled her off the ground, dragging her behind the storage shed and pinning her up against the wooden wall. You put your knee between her legs and applied pressure, your lustful hatred for your rival growing.
“Take off your pants. Let’s get this over with.” You watched her expression change to a challenging one, her eyes shining defiantly.
“Do it yourself.”
Ugh. Blondes and their needless determination.
“You heard me.” You leaned forward and smirked. “Take. Them. Off.”
YMIR
She was oddly illusive, and you couldn’t help but be drawn in by her false sense of confidence. She acted like she was a god, like she was better than the rest of you.
And you hated it.
It was her, Annie, and Mikasa that put themselves up on these high pedestals that they used to look down on everyone.
They all looked out for themselves.
No one else.
Which- in a way - wasn’t that bad. Cause why get attached if you’re just going to die anyways?
Sasha waved her hand in front of your face, pulling you back to reality. She grinned and called you out on your ‘broodiness’, which only annoyed you further.
Jean and Connie dragged Sasha along and left you to deal with Ymir, who had made eye contact with you and was now walking over to where you stood.
“Like what you see?” She smirked and leaned against the table before you.
Wow the sun had really brought out her freckles…
“I don’t typically fall for women with god complexes.” You shrugged it off and raised an eyebrow, staring into her eyes.
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that.” Ymir winked and took a seat at the table, waving you over with a singular finger.
“Oh really? So you know my type better than I do? Is that what you’re saying?” You smirked and sat down across from her, your eyes shining.
You couldn’t lie. You were invested.
But she was still a bitch.
“Of course.” She chuckled and leaned forward, her voice lowering. You felt your breath hitch and your heart rate quicken. “Just look at you, Y/n. You’re a mess and I haven’t even gotten to touch you yet.” You felt your face flush harshly, your tough act breaking.
“Shut up. You don’t know jack shit about me.” You argued, shooting a glare as you attempted to cover up your embarrassment.
“It’s embarrassing to watch you lie like this. But I won’t stop you.” She winked and stood up, walking over to you and grabbing your wrist, dragging you behind her as she walked.
“What the hell are you planning?” You spat, pulling your wrist from her grasp. With a huff, you followed her off the base and into the forest some, coming to a clearing and stopping behind her.
“Well. I figured that since you want me so bad, that you’d be able to give me a test drive.” She smirked and placed a hand on her hip, looking over her shoulder at you. “Now go ahead and get undressed for me. And behave yourself.” She teased, running a hand through her hair. “You’re all bark and no bite, but I’m both. So watch it.”
You froze and looked down at your clothes, swallowing thickly.
Damn you hadn’t expected it to be this easy.
“Can’t you help me?” You raised an eyebrow, your tone wavering slightly.
“I know damn well you heard me the first time.” You could feel her ego grow, and you blushed profusely. “Take. off. your. clothes.”
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