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[abby-s-phillips]

Girlfriend!Pieck Headcanons

Girlfriend!Pieck loves a good nap, and she would absolutely love cuddling up next to you and sleeping the day away together

Girlfriend!Pieck would secretly love if you were a simp for her; like she would giggle and be like "that's kind of embarrassing" but it would just make her want you more

Girlfriend!Pieck would come across as cool and impassive at first, but internally she would be freaking out around you; I think it would take a little while for her to completely open up

Girlfriend!Pieck would actually get jealous pretty easily, and she would be a passive aggressive queen; like if someone was flirting with you, she would keep that lazy smile and calm voice and say something like "Oh, I thought that if someone was taken, you typically didn't flirt with them. My bad, you guys must do things differently here in Paradis..."

Girlfriend!Pieck would be super observant, and she would remember small things about you; you could mention liking something one time, and the next thing you know, you have it wrapped up for you as a gift

Girlfriend!Pieck would be super proud of you and proud to be with you, and she would love to just prance around and show you off to everyone

Girlfriend!Pieck would think that it's funny to tease you in public; if you were sitting next to each other, she would slowly trail a hand up your thigh, or she would take any opportunity she could to kiss you and then just completely leave you hanging until later

Girlfriend!Pieck is surprisingly super clingy when the two of you are alone; like she would find any chance she could get to lay her head on your shoulder, crawl into your lap, wrap her arms around you, etc.

Girlfriend!Pieck has a super dry sense of humor, and actually one of the first things about you that stood out to her was that you got her jokes; like maybe you would say something sarcastic as a retort to one of her comments, and she would just be smiling like an idiot about it

Girlfriend!Pieck is super loyal to you; if you don't like someone, then you both don't like that person, and she can definitely hold an insane grudge

Girlfriend!Pieck would make an effort to get to know the people in your life that are important to you, and she would fit in so effortlessly; your family would adore her and your friends would consider her part of the friend group super quickly

Girlfriend!Pieck would be so used to putting on a brave face, and although it would take time, she would eventually let her walls down around you; like the first time you see her cry you'd be a little bit shook, but it just means that she trusts you and feels comfortable around you

Okay, that's all I have for now about Pieck as your gf, but I hope you enjoyed this!

[abby-s-phillips]

Golden Hour

Girlfriend!Pieck x Reader

Summary: It's a rare morning that you have no obligations, and you want to spend it relaxing with your girlfriend. Little do you know, Pieck has other ideas for how to spend the morning.

Warnings: smut smut smut! Piecks love to be mean and keep reader on edge.

Word Count: 880

Minors please do not interact! Smut below the break.

The light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden tone over the room. You heard Pieck stirring behind you, still nestled into your back. You gently squeeze the hand that's wrapped around your waist, causing her to nuzzle further into you.

"Good morning, sweets," you chuckle softly, and she mumbles something unintelligible in response, still half asleep.

You sigh, attempting to move out from underneath her arm. This only causes her grip on you to tighten.

"Just a little longer," she mumbles, her words coming out muffled.

You smile to yourself, relaxing back into her hold. It was still early, and surprisingly, you didn't have anywhere you needed to be today. A few more minutes of cuddling wouldn't hurt anything.

Pieck, however, had other plans. Her head still nuzzled into your shoulder, Pieck starts a slow descent of her hand still wrapped around your waist. She moves lower and lower, until eventually, it rests between your thighs.

"Pieck--" you warn, your voice barely a whisper.

"What?" she asks in that soft, sleepy tone. She knew exactly what she was doing. Your breath hitches as she begins tracing small, slow circles along your inner thigh. The anticipation was nearly unbearable.

"I'm serious," your voice cracks, betraying your growing desire.

She hums in response, ignoring you. In one swift movement, she pushes your panties to the side, and you gasp at the sudden coolness. Pieck moves up and down your folds, collecting a bit of your arousal and spreading it across your clit. You can practically feel her smirking at how ready you are, even though she's hardly touched you.

"Just wanted to have a little fun," she murmurs innocently. She snakes her other hand out from behind you and traces it up your stomach, then to your chest. She pauses at your breast, toying with one of your nipples. It perks up instantly, pleasure shooting directly to your core. You have to bite your lip hard to keep from crying out.

"Please--" you whimper pathetically.

"Thought you wanted to stop," Pieck teases, still smirking. You glare at her. She pinches your nipple, causing you to squirm.

"I'm just kidding, baby," she giggles, thrusting two fingers inside of you in one, smooth movement. A gasp leaves your throat as she gives you hardly any time to adjust. In and out, in and out, this is the game Pieck likes to play. Giving you just enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to fully satisfy you. Your thighs press together, seeking any bit of friction that could ease the growing tension.

"Pieck--" you repeat her name, this time a plea rather than a warning. Once again, she ignores you.

"Look at you," she coos, her voice thick with desire, "So ready for me. You're perfect."

You groan as you feel her deep inside of you. She begins scissoring her fingers, hitting spots that make your vision blur. You grip at the sheets, desperate to ground yourself. As your girlfriend brings you right up to the edge, you feel the knot in your stomach becoming tighter in anticipation. But all at once, she pulls her fingers out. A strangled cry leaves your throat.

"What the hell?!" you whine, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Sorry, baby," she pouts, mocking you, "Just wanna play with you a little longer. You know I can't get enough. And besides, you know the rules."

Your face heats up at the implication. You were well aware of Pieck's "rules". When she was in one of her moods, she wouldn't let you finish until you were loud enough to her liking. But she was playing a dangerous game, especially considering most of your comrades were probably trying to sleep in this morning.

"Pieck, please--" you beg, as she pushes her fingers back inside you, continuing her slow torture.

"Mmm, getting there..." she whispers, her breath warm against your neck. A shiver runs down your spine.

"But we can do a little better, don't you think?"

She curls a finger, hitting a spot that causes you to let out the most pathetic whimper she's ever heard. You rut against her hand, desperate for more.

Pieck picks up her pace, rewarding your growing noises with faster, deeper thrusts.

"Such pretty noises, baby," she murmurs, placing open-mouth kisses along your neck.

"Pieck, I need to--" you whimper, your body shaking with desperation.

"Okay," she says simply, and she pushes her fingers as deep as they will go. She doesn't slow down again, her pace relentless as she brings you closer and closer to the edge. The feeling is intoxicating, your head spinning with the intensity of it all.

Finally, you come undone.

You cry out her name, your body convulsing around her fingers. She continues to move, drawing out your orgasm until you're a trembling mess. You have to physically grab her hand to stop her from overstimulating you. Releasing a breath you didn't know you had been holding, you slump back onto the bed. Pieck presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

"You did so good, baby," she pulls you closer to her, snuggling you tightly.

You let out a breathy laugh, unable to speak, so you give her hand a squeeze. The perfect morning with your perfect girlfriend.

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What Comes After

Best Friend!Pieck x Reader

Summary: You had been best friends with Pieck since you both were young. Now, you are both in the Warrior unit. What happens when you both start to have feelings for each other?

Warnings: I didn't write smut but there are a few scenes that are suggestive so if that's not your vibe feel free to skip! Everything is fade to black before it gets too spicy though. Heavy on the angst for sure.

Word Count: 1190

You weren't sure when exactly you had first developed feelings for Pieck. Maybe you had always thought of her that way, but you were just too afraid to admit it to yourself. After all, you had been best friends since you were only kids. When she decided to join the Warrior Unit, it was only natural for you to join as well.

Which is why now, you were next to her in her room, sprawled out across the cheap cot. She passes you the blunt, a mischievous grin on her face. You roll your eyes, taking it from her and giggling. You didn't really smoke. Not as much as Pieck, at least. You weren't entirely sure where she even got the stuff. But after she had come back from her mission to that god-awful island, it seemed like cause for celebration. Your mind starts to feel lighter -- just light enough to make you more bold than usual.

Before you can stop yourself, "I just thought of something."

Pieck raises an eyebrow at you, "Oh?"

"What if we hooked up," you blurt out, unable to stop yourself from giggling.

"Sounds fun," Pieck smiles, staring up at the ceiling. It's enough to sober you up completely.

"Wait what?" you blink, confident that you hadn't heard her correctly.

"I said," she flops back onto the bed, laughing now, "Sounds fun. Why not?"

"Are you serious?" you press further.

"I don't say things I don't mean," she hums, taking another hit from the blunt, "And besides. Had a crush on you for ages."

Your breath hitches. You don't move, don't speak. Pieck sits back up, studying you for a moment.

"Is everything okay?" she asks softly.

"I can't tell if you're joking or not," your voice cracks, "And if you are, just--"

"I'm not," she interrupts you, "I promise I'm not."

You aren't sure you have ever seen her look this serious before. As she moves closer to you, you feel your breathing become more shallow. You swear that your heart is beating out of your chest.

She hesitates before bringing a hand to your cheek, brushing a strand of hair out of the way. She's close enough that her breath grazes your skin--warm and intoxicating. You aren't sure which one of you closes the distance between you.

Her lips were soft, gentle at first. She lingers there, hovering just long enough to allow you to pull away if you wanted to. You don't. Instead, you draw her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and tracing small circles on her hip. She deepens the kiss with a quiet, breathy sound as she tangles her fingers in your hair. You aren't sure how long you kiss her for. Maybe minutes, maybe hours, maybe forever.

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Over the next few weeks, you cherish every moment you have with Pieck before she's whisked away on another mission. You're thankful for all of it: from playing poker with the other Warriors to sharing meals in the mess hall. But your favorite part? The stolen nights in her room, just the two of you, after everyone else is asleep.

-----

You giggle at something Pieck said, your legs tangled in the mess of sheets. She pinches your side, causing you to squeal. Somehow, you end up underneath her, your arms pinned above your head. She flashes you a lazy grin before dipping down for a kiss.

Naturally, that's the exact moment the door swings open. She jolts apart from you. It's Porco.

"Uh--" he says, his eyes wide, "I'm sorry! I should have knocked, I--"

Your eyes dart nervously between Porco and Pieck. Nobody wants to be the first one to break the silence.

"I was just going to ask to borrow something, but--" Porco stammers, "It can wait. Anyways, goodnight--"

He shuts the door quickly. You begin to panic.

"Wait--" you start, lifting a hand, but he's already gone.

"He won't say anything," Pieck says quickly.

"But what if he does, Pieck," you run a hand through your hair, "If the others find out--"

"He won't," Pieck interrupts you, and you have no choice but to believe her.

She was probably right. Porco was arrogant sometimes, but he wasn't an asshole. And he certainly wasn't the kind of person to out his friends, especially about something this serious. You take a deep breath, laying down once more.

You and Pieck don't speak the rest of the night, the tension nearly suffocating.

-----

Despite Porco keeping his mouth shut, somehow Zeke Yeager knew. Because he always knew. A few days later, the war chief summoned you his office, his expression unreadable. You stood before him, rocking back and forth on your feet.

"Walk with me," Zeke says quietly, rising from his chair. You follow him out to the courtyard.

He glances around, ensuring that you're out of earshot, then he speaks again, "Tell me. How many years does Pieck have left in her term?"

You freeze. You weren't sure where he was going with this. But the 13-year curse was something you were all too familiar with. At this point, Pieck would be lucky if she had even three years left.

"Three years," you reply softly.

He turns to face you, his eyes meeting yours.

"And which Titan are you set to inherit?" he continues, "You're next in line for the Cart, correct?"

Your heart clenches. It was enough of a sting that you hadn't been chosen to inherit a Titan along with the other members of your cohort. But the idea of inheriting Pieck's Titan? The thought was unbearable.

"Yes, the Cart," you manage to say.

He nods sadly.

"You don't want it," a statement, not a question.

Of course you don't want it. You wished you would have never joined the Warrior Unit in the first place. You and Pieck would have drifted apart naturally. Then, you at least wouldn't have had to deal with the pain of losing her. Of living in a world without Pieck.

"To inherit one of the Nine and become a Warrior is an honor," you answer robotically.

Zeke studies you for a moment, his face revealing nothing. Neither of you speak.

"I'm not here to judge," he sighs, "But I need you to understand the gravity of your situation. Marley isn't ready for that, let alone from Eldians. Pieck's time is limited, and yours will be too if you aren't careful."

Your breath hitches.

"I don't know what to do," you choke. Tears brim at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

"Make use of what time is left," Zeke's voice drops to a murmur, "But don't get caught. Enjoy what you can while you can, but you have to be discreet. Does anyone else know about this?"

You swallow the lump in your throat, "Just Porco. He--he walked in the other night--"

Zeke blinks, "Porco is loyal. You're lucky it was only him."

"I know," your eyes fall to the ground.

Zeke gives one final nod, then he walks off, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You don't head back to the barracks for a long time.

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Hi all! I feel like there are not nearly enough Pieck drabbles so I have decided I'm going to write them myself. I would consider making this into a full fic if there is interest, but for now it's just a drabble of an idea that I had brewing in my head.

[abby-s-phillips]

Hange Headcanons

I have a headcanon that if Hange had a car, they would be a little bit of a reckless driver and would honk ALL the time:

Hange: *pulls up to a red light*

Driver ahead of her: *light turns green but they aren't going yet*

Hange: *leans forward* Do my eyes deceive me? To my knowledge, typically a green light means go, yet the car in front of me hasn't moved. Perhaps I should alert them, as not to hold up traffic.

Car behind her: *honks*

Hange: Rats! Someone beat me to it. Although...that honk implies that I'm the problem. Fascinating. Still, it should get the job done.

Levi, from the passenger seat: Hange, go

Hange: What was that Levi?

Levi: The car in front of you already went, Hange. You are the one holding up traffic.

Hange: *gasps* astute observation, Levi. I'm on it!

*skirts through a yellow light and causes everyone behind her to have to wait for the next cycle*

This is kind of a shit post but this scenario has been in my head all day and I can't stop laughing about it so I hope you all enjoy it too!

[abby-s-phillips]

AOT Babysitting Headcanons Pt. 3

Reiner

At first, he wouldn't think that you were being serious about asking him to watch your baby.

I think he would legitimately start panicking just a little bit because he would not feel prepared for this at all. 

He definitely would be super nervous about it, and he would try to push it off onto someone else.

He would probably cry the first time he held your baby.

But I feel like he would be so gentle. The baby would actually be super calm with him, and he would gain just a little bit of confidence after he calmed down a little bit.

Honestly, I don’t think he would sleep the entire night. He would be too nervous for that, not wanting to miss anything, and he would be scared that something bad was going to happen. 

He would make sure to follow your instructions to a T; your baby would be very well cared for. 

Bertholdt

Bertholdt is quiet and calm, and I think that your baby would be able to sense this immediately. 

The second you handed the baby over to Bertholdt, I think they would just be chilling in their swaddle, struggling to keep their eyes open. 

Similar to Reiner though, I think Bertholdt would be super nervous to babysit.

He would re-read the instructions you left him about 3 times, making sure that he didn't miss anything.

And then he would text you as well: It says to feed the baby every 2 hours but they didn't want to eat until 3 hours after the first time - is that okay? It says that they should be in their crib asleep by 9:00 but they are still awake at 9:15 - is this okay? I don't think there are enough diapers to get us through the night - where do you keep the extras?

And although the whole point of hiring a babysitter would be to ease the mental workload of caring for a child, you would appreciate how invested he was in making sure everything was done right. 

Annie

She would act super disinterested, but she would actually take the job super seriously.

Annie comes across as cold and closed off, but she would actually be super gentle toward the baby, and the baby would love her.

I feel like the baby would fall asleep on her chest and she just wouldn't move the rest of the night.

Then you would get home and see her still sitting in the rocking chair. You would ask, “Did you stay there the whole night?” and she would do that thing where she just dismisses you and tries to make it seem like not that big of a deal, saying something like “Shh, you’re going to wake them up.”

She would never admit it, but she actually enjoyed watching your baby.

And even though she would act like she couldn't care less, she would always agree to help babysit if you needed her.

That's all for part 3, but I can definitely keep going with part 4!

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AOT Babysitting Headcanons Pt. 2

Jean

Somehow, Jean would find a way to turn babysitting into a competition.

I feel like this would take a variety of forms, and he definitely would act all smug if you chose him to babysit over the others (just don't tell him that you asked the others first and they were busy).

I feel like he would buy new outfits, toys, etc., for your baby, because he's their "favorite uncle".

Once you returned, he would also have a full report for you about how the baby thrived under his watchful eye.

Connie

Oh, Connie. Bless his heart. I really do think he would try his best.

The enthusiasm would certainly be there. The skill...not so much.

He would take care of the necessities: your baby would still get fed, and he would make sure that they were sleeping safely.

But somehow, I feel like he would put a diaper on wrong, or maybe there would be a close call where the baby almost rolled off the couch.

Would definitely call Sasha to have her help him, because he would be very overwhelmed.

Sasha

Similar to Connie, and honestly I should have just put the pair of them together because there is no way you are getting one without the other.

Honestly, she would be more responsible than I think most people give her credit for. I am sure when she was living with her family she probably had to take care of small children before.

But I feel like maybe sometimes she would be a little bit too laid back.

Like maybe don't let the baby cry it out every time they're upset.

Regardless, your baby would be in one piece when you returned.

Hange

Hange would be fascinated by babies in general, and would study behavior (would probably bring Moblit along to take notes).

They would get overly excited when holding the baby for the first time, but the baby would start crying from the volume (Moblit would sigh and gently rock the baby to calm them back down).

All of this being said, I think they would have a very methodical system for ensuring all of the baby's needs are met: from feeding on a 2-hour schedule, to logging every diaper change, to having a checklist to make sure that the crib is safe for sleep.

I honestly don't think Hange would sleep the entire night, but they wouldn't be complaining about it either because they were just so excited to be asked to watch your baby.

This is all I have for part 2, but I definitely can keep going with a part 3!

[abby-s-phillips]

AOT Babysitting Headcanons

Eren

I'm gonna be honest, I feel like Eren should be one of the last resorts for watching your children.

Like would he keep the baby alive and be responsible? Sure. Would he be the ideal babysitter? Absolutely not.

I think he would be chronically annoyed with the baby.

He would start throwing a fit at every inconvenience: the baby is crying too much, the baby won't sleep for long enough stretches of time, the baby isn't wanting to take the bottle.

He would totally tap out and go find Mikasa or Armin to help him.

Mikasa

Mikasa would not mess around when it comes to watching your baby. She would be standing guard next to the crib, sword drawn and all.

When you got back the next morning, you would ask what she was doing, to which you would get the response: "Watching the baby."

Although all of this is a little bit funny and strange, she would make sure all the baby's needs were met and you could definitely trust her with your child.

Armin

Out of Eren/Mikasa/Armin, Armin is definitely the best choice of babysitter.

Actually, he would probably be the best choice of babysitter out of the AOT characters period.

He would be so attentive, making sure the baby was always fed at the right intervals and triple checking to make sure that all safe sleep precautions were followed.

He wouldn't feel comfortable taking his eyes off of the baby for too long, so he would sit next to the crib in a rocking chair and just read to the baby until they both fell asleep.

Levi

I think the first time you ask Levi to babysit your child, you wouldn't be able to even complete the question before he is already saying "No".

That being said, I think if you begged him enough (or if you implied that you were going to have someone like Connie or Sasha watch the baby), he would begrudgingly agree.

I just imagine you handing the baby to him for the first time, and he would have his arms completely outstretched, holding the baby out in front of him (because babies are messy).

But, he would actually be super responsible and protect the baby with his life.

I also think that despite him being stoic and blunt, your kids would love him (he wouldn't be able to understand why). He would definitely act like they were annoying, but he also wouldn't push the kids off of him if they ran up to hug his leg or something.

I just imagine one of your kids coming home from school and showing you a picture they drew: you, your partner, them, your other child, and Levi. They would happily give the drawing to Levi and he would pretend like he didn't care, but you would definitely see the drawing hanging up in his office later on.

If Levi ever overheard you and your partner discussing going out of town and needing a babysitter, he would instantly be like "I'm watching the children". It wouldn't be an offer, and it certainly wouldn't be a question. It would just be a fact.

Okay that's all I have for part 1, but stay tuned for part 2!

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Boyfriend!Levi Headcanons

boyfriend!Levi would totally be passive aggressive with you, but to a lesser extent than with others. That being said, you would totally Pavlov him. He says something mean? You're instantly going to Hange. And Hange would always take your side, no questions asked. His behavior would slowly improve over time.

boyfriend!Levi would be a helicopter boyfriend. It's not that he didn't trust you, he just didn't trust anyone else. Wherever you went, he would be hovering, just in case.

boyfriend!Levi would be afraid of dogs. I don't know why, he just would be. Titans? No problem. Dogs? Too slobbery, too much barking, no regard for personal space, also bigger than Levi (oops sorry).

boyfriend!Levi would always make sure your needs were met before his own. If it was cold, he would give you his cloak. If he was afraid you hadn't eaten enough, he would give you his rations. And if you tried to argue? He would give you his characteristic look, and you would know that the matter wasn't up for discussion.

boyfriend!Levi would somehow always know all the tea. You had no idea how he found these things out, but nothing got past him. Also, all it would take is a drink or two, and he would be spilling it to you.

boyfriend!Levi would love when you talked to him in the baby voice. It would make him feel safe, and it would heal something inside of him. But he would rather feed himself to a Titan than have anyone else find out about this.

boyfriend!Levi would keep a mental list of everyone who has ever wronged you. Big or small, it doesn't matter. If they did something to upset you? They're on his shit list.

Okay, that's all I have for now byeeeee!

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Fangirl

Boyfriend!Hawks x Reader

Summary: You had been a Hawks fangirl for as long as you could remember. You certainly never expected to be dating the #2 Pro Hero. What happens when he finds out your secret?

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 631

You were sprawled across Keigo's couch, waiting for him to get home. Which naturally, meant doom scrolling through your TikTok account. Because Keigo wasn't home, you knew it was the perfect opportunity to safely to check your Hawks fan page.

It was silly, really. Hawks had been your favorite Pro Hero since he made his debut, and you had started the fan page a few years back as a fun hobby. You had never dreamed that you would actually be dating Hawks. But now? Your account had amassed over 1 million followers. You couldn't just delete it. You had to give the people what they wanted.

You open your For You Page, and as expected, you are immediately flooded with Hawks edits. You watch an especially good one—a clip of him emerging from some rubble, feathers falling in front of his face. You couldn't help but giggle, because little did they know. Hawks could control every one of his feathers, and he would sometimes do the whole 'falling feather' bit just to be dramatic when he knew the cameras were rolling.

Then, there were the Hawks hater pages. You didn't like to admit it, but you were a little bit of a keyboard warrior. Someone comes after Hawks? You are in their comments, making them regret their existence. Especially now, considering he was your boyfriend (although you kept your identity carefully hidden).

You scroll through a few more edits, giggling and reposting. You're so caught up in what you were doing that you don't even notice Keigo walk in.

"Having fun over there?" he gives you a lazy smirk, leaning against the door frame.

You startle slightly, and you quickly try to shove your phone under a pillow. Wrong move. Within a matter of seconds, Keigo snatches up your phone is on the other side of the room in one, swift movement.

"Hey! Give it back!" you lunge at him, but he holds the phone out of your reach.

"What's this?" he asks teasingly, and then you see his eyes widen in shock. Once the realization sets in, a grin spreads from ear to ear.

"Hawks In HD? This is you?" he asks, looking far too smug as he turns the screen towards you.

"Keigo—" you groan, your face already heating up.

"Oh this is gold, baby bird," he chuckles, "Who knew you were such a fangirl?"

"It's not funny!" you whine, still trying to grab the phone from his hands.

"Oh I beg to differ," he laughs, his eyes darting across the screen again, "He could throw me off a rooftop and I would thank him? Damn. That's some next-level dedication."

You launch a pillow at him.

"Woah, no need to get violent," he cackles, putting his hands up in mock innocence, "I'm flattered that you go to bat for me too."

"Although...tsk tsk, baby bird," he ruffles your hair, "You probably shouldn't threaten to dox people just for insulting my outfit."

"Wasn't gonna actually do it..." you grumble quietly.

Keigo plops down next to you on the couch, the smirk never leaving his face.

"My girlfriend...the owner of my #1 fan page," he sighs, setting your phone on the coffee table, "I should have known with all those 'exclusive' photos."

"I hate you," you mutter flatly.

"Nah," he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to him, "Clearly you love me."

You groan, but you hug him back.

"And hey," he winks, "If you ever want to shoot some more 'exclusive' content, just let me know. Gotta give the fans what they want, right?"

He flexes his arms and puffs out his wings a little extra.

"You're ridiculous," you flick him on the head, but you can't help but laugh, resting your head against his shoulder.

[abby-s-phillips]

Cosplay

Boyfriend!Levi x Reader

Summary: Levi leaves his uniform and ODM gear out. The opportunity is too good to pass up.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 458

You had been lying in Levi's quarters for what felt like hours at this point. You knew he was supposed to meet with some of the higher-ups, but you hadn't expected it to take literally all day. You were starting to get bored.

You decide to clean up a little bit. Not that anything was dirty--Levi liked to keep the place nearly spotless. But that speck of dust on the corner of his desk? That had to go. And that stack of papers? You found a folder to put them in.

And then, you see it. Levi had left his ODM gear laying out, and his green cloak was thrown carelessly over the back of his chair. You really shouldn't touch his things. But he wouldn't be back for awhile, and this was too good to resist.

Which is how you found yourself in the barracks a couple hours later, Sasha, Connie, and Jean huddled around you in a circle.

"Pathetic," you scoff, making sure to imitate Levi's harsh glare "Absolutely pathetic."

Cue the fits of laughter from your friends. Jean wipes a tear from his eye, hardly able to keep it together.

"Something funny, horseface?" you bark, "Laugh again. I'll have you cleaning the latrines with your toothbrush for a week."

The group erupts into another round of laughter.

"You think you're important because mommy told you so?" you laugh mockingly, "News flash: you're not. Get back to work."

"Wait--" Sasha manages to wheeze between giggles, "What about that comment he said to me the other day?"

A dangerous grin spreads across your face as you walk up to her.

"Maybe if you spent less time inhaling everything in sight and more time running, you'd survive longer," you seethe, "But hey, who am I to judge? At least you'll be slow enough for a Titan to catch you first."

Connie is clutching his stomach at this point, and Jean is gasping for air. Although you had fully committed to the bit, you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips.

"And how would I react if someone stole my gear?" you hear a voice from the doorway--cool and dangerously calm.

Shit. It was Levi. Your smile fades instantly, and your face pales.

"I--uh--" you try to explain, but you're at a loss for words.

Within two strides, Levi is next to you. He gently takes the ODM blades from your hands and resheathes them. He then takes a moment to adjust the cloak around your shoulders, which had become slightly crooked. You stare at each other for a moment. Then, you squeak and dart off, running as fast as your legs will carry you.

He just sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Tch, brat," he grumbles.

[abby-s-phillips]

Brain Rot

Best Friend!Todoroki x Reader

Summary: You stumble across a brain rot TikTok trend that you have to show Shoto. You try to think of the perfect person to prank, and who better than Mr. Aizawa.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 736

Notes: I'm so sorry, I think it would be absolutely hilarious to see Mr. Aizawa do the brain rot trend.

It was the weekend, which naturally meant laying in bed and doom scrolling on TikTok. And that's when you find it. Mixed among dancing videos and BookTok recommendations: the "Brain Rot" trend. In which people get unsuspecting adults to read internet brain rot words.

You jump out of bed and practically run to Shoto's dorm room, pounding on the door. He opens it without a word, his expression unimpressed. You don't say anything, and instead hand him your phone, starting the video.

He watches in silence, his eyes flicking over the screen.

"Why are you showing me this?" he asks flatly.

"Shoto, we have to prank Mr. Aizawa," you whisper, "Imagine how funny it would be!"

You can practically see the contemplation in Shoto's eyes. He pauses for a moment, thinking it over.

"Okay," he agrees.

"But it can't be us," you continue, "That would be way too obvious."

He nods in agreement. In order for Mr. Aizawa to buy it, you needed someone that he would never suspect. You both think for a second, and then it dawns on you.

"Iida," you say in unison.

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You know that you have one shot. It has to sound important enough for Iida to take seriously, but not so enthusiastic that he becomes suspicious. Which is how you ended up with a paper titled "Modern Communication: Implementing Gen Z Vernacular In The Classroom" (title courtesy of Shoto).

"Hey, Iida," you say sweetly, catching him studying in the common room. He glances up at you.

"I'm part of a UA initiative to improve student-teacher communication in the classroom," you begin, "and since you're our class president, I was hoping you could give this to Mr. Aizawa."

You hold your breath as he takes the sheet from you, scanning its contents.

"A noble cause," he nods, "I'll ensure he gets this right away."

After Iida leaves the room, you glance at Shoto, and that's all it takes. You burst out in laughter, and you catch the faintest hint of a smirk on his face.

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Monday morning, Mr. Aizawa walks into the classroom, eyes bloodshot and holding a mug of coffee. You glance at Shoto. You had a bet going on who would crack first, and you were determined for it not to be you.

You see Mr. Aizawa pull out your piece of paper. He places it on the podium with a sigh.

"Iida gave me this," he explains, holding up the piece of paper, "Apparently there's a UA initiative to improve student-teacher communication in the classroom."

You're practically on the edge of your seat, and he hasn't even started reading yet.

"Hyperpigmentation," he deadpans.

Kaminari snorts, earning a glare from Mr. Aizawa. The rest of the class glances at each other, confused.

"Negative aura," he continues.

You look around the classroom. Mina is struggling to hold back giggles, Bakugo looks like he could explode at any minute, and Izuku is shuffling awkwardly in his seat. You catch a glimpse of Shoto, who is as stone-faced as ever.

The more phrases Mr. Aizawa reads, the harder it becomes to stay composed.

"Mama a girl behind you," he reads, devoid of all emotion.

You stifle a giggle, quickly covering it with a cough, causing Mr. Aizawa to glance up at you.

"Sorry," you manage to squeak, "allergies."

But nothing could have prepared you for what was next.

"Level 10 gy-att," Mr. Aizawa mispronounces miserably.

That's it. You completely lose it, and the rest of the class quickly follows suit. Even Shoto is trying to suppress a smile.

"Okay, what is this nonsense?" Mr. Aizawa asks, clearly unimpressed.

Poor Izuku tries to explain that it's a TikTok trend, while you are still wheezing with laughter.

"Iida," Mr. Aizawa sighs, "I know this wasn't your doing."

Then, he turns to you.

"You're involved," he states plainly.

"Me?" you feign innocence, "Mr. Aizawa, I would never--"

"Save it," he cuts you off, and you know better than to argue further. After all, this wasn't your first time causing chaos in his classroom.

"You can clean the common area each night for a week," he announces.

You groan, and with that, he zips himself back into his sleeping bag and goes to sleep.

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Later that night, Shoto finds you wiping down the counters with a sponge.

"You lost," he says matter-of-factly, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk.

"It was so worth it," you grin.

[abby-s-phillips]

Checkmate

Medic!Reader x Sasha/Connie/Jean Trio (ft. Levi)

Summary: Reader is a medic for the Scouts and best friends with Jean, Connie, and Sasha. Jean and Connie get a superiority complex, and reader puts them in their place. Levi observes the whole thing and stands up for reader.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 685

"Must be nice, getting to stay inside all day," Jean teases as you finish wrapping a bandage around his arm.

"Damn, maybe I chose the wrong profession," Connie jokes, sitting on one of the nearby cots and swinging his feet while he waits for you to finish. Meanwhile, Sasha is preoccupied with stacking rolls of tape into a small tower.

You laugh along with them, but your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes. You loved your friends. You really did. But lately, you had started to pick up a vibe.

It wasn't like they didn't appreciate you. You know that they did. Hell, you had patched each of them up more times than you could count. But they were all soldiers, and you were a medic. And you couldn't help but notice how their comments implied soldiers > medics.

And part of you understood. Setting broken bones and stitching up wounds wasn't as flashy as combat skills. But that didn't mean your job was less important. You were still a Scout. And infection could kill just as easily as a Titan.

Later that night, the group of you are lounging around the barracks. Jean and Connie are arguing over something stupid, and Sasha is chomping on a stolen potato, clearly just there for the vibes.

"I'm bored," Connie suddenly declares, then he rummages underneath a table and pulls out a chess set.

Perfect, you think to yourself, trying not to smirk. Typically, you would throw a few games when you were playing against your friends. After all, you wanted everyone to have fun, and you knew that Jean and Connie had a tendency to be sore losers. But tonight? You weren't going to hold back.

First up? You vs. Connie.

You decide to pull out one of your favorite tricks: the Scholar's mate.

"Checkmate," you say, your face betraying nothing. He goes to move a piece, and then realizes that he was, in fact, checkmated in four moves.

"What the hell?!" he blinks.

Jean shoves him out of the way, an arrogant smirk on his face, "Stand back. Let me show you how the real experts do it."

You decide to toy with him a bit. You let him take a piece or two. But in total, he only makes it 15 moves. His eyes widen, and he looks up at you.

"Connie was distracting me!" Jean says defensively.

"Maybe she's just better than you guys," Sasha hums, taking another bite of her potato while leaning over the arm of the couch.

And so it begins. Round after round, you obliterate Connie and Jean. It doesn't matter whether you play as black or white, and you even take one of your pieces off the board to make the odds more even. But the boys don't stand a chance. By your sixth win, they finally give up.

"You're cheating!" Connie accuses, picking up the board and looking underneath it, as though that could somehow explain away his losses.

Meanwhile, Jean is sulking with his arms crossed, grumbling something about dumb luck. Unbeknownst to any of you, that's when Levi walks in.

"Seriously?" Levi deadpans, causing you all to startle slightly, "You are accusing her of cheating?"

Jean opens his mouth, "She's never won this many times before--"

Levi raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed, "Because she was obviously letting you win."

Sasha is attempting to stifle her laughter as the boys turn to you for confirmation, their faces screaming betrayal. You give a small shrug.

"Tch," Levi scoffs, "She's the only one at this table with more than two brain cells."

He turns on his heel, exiting the room and grumbling something that sounds awfully like pathetic.

You try to suppress the smile pulling at your lips. Sasha has taken it upon herself to line up the chess pieces based on height, and Jean is still pouting in the corner. Connie mumbles something about making you play chess blindfolded next time. You're not sure if the boys will ever stop being insufferable. But you hope that they at least respect you a little bit more after tonight.