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[cassiefromhell]

I know this is so random, but would you happen to know what happened to @jeannineee? They used to write some of my fav fics and I went to go search for them because I haven’t seen them on my feed in a while, and I couldn’t find them. I have my fingers crossed that maybe they’ve just changed their username instead of deactivating completely, but who knows.

If you don’t, I’m so sorry to have bothered you, and you can totally feel free to ignore this!

hey! yes— her account is deactivated right now. it’s not my place to say anything more but i will certainly check in on her for you!

[cassiefromhell]

omg i love ur levi fics 😭😭 i love soft levi sm thank you for feeding it to me 🙏🤍🤍

awww thank you, and of course haha!! i burnt myself out by trying to only write the cassie standard (high-effort, 2-3k+ wcs, multiple proofreads usually…) and am now playing around with shorter, quicker, less lore pieces as well, to fill my page.

on that note, if you have a full fic idea (i.e. lore required, complex situation, etc) then please still send those!! but i also will be happily writing drabbles, headcanons, and generally shorter pieces

[cassiefromhell]

hi! try this :) https://pin.it/7yDRk3alf

you know what. this is INSANEEEE bc minus the suguru part, i have a fic that is this 💀

thank you for the rec!!! was so scared to open that link but it was worth it hahaha

[cassiefromhell]

Inside Voices

request: "It might be a touchy subject, but I was hoping for a comfort fic with Gojo, Nanami, or Higuruma (JJK) where reader is triggered by shouting and loud noises due to a past relationship."

Nanami Kento x f!Reader

wc: 1.1k

tw: hurt/comfort, trauma, flashbacks to abuse, abuse scars, yelling, light injury, blood mention, allll that jazz

a/n: y/n can be gn! but they wear stockings and heels. also. did tumblr actually take away my damn yellow font? smh

“Quit it, Kento,” you mumble, climbing out of the car and nearly slamming the door behind you. Your heels click as you cross the garage, stopping to put in the door code.

“I just don’t think you understand,” Kento sighs, gently closing the car door behind him. “It’s my duty to take extra missions. For the kids, for you, for the damn country.”

“They’re using you,” you swing the door open, tossing your coat onto the rack. It toppled over with a crash, causing you to flinch, but you keep storming down the hall. “They’re squeezing you dry of everything. Your energy. Your time. Your happiness. Never in my years of being with you have I seen you so— so depressed. It’s so upsetting, knowing you’re doing that to yourself. That you’re letting the Sorcerer Unit run your life.”

“It’s my responsibility,” he growls, voice growing a little louder. “Curses are at a record high. I am doing my best work, picking up the slack other sorcerers are leaving. I still give you time. I took you on a date tonight and you were fine, and now you’re—”

“Yes, I was fine. Until you told me you’d be gone for nearly a week in a different city!” You whirl, nails digging into your palm. “You can’t drop bombs and expect them not to explode!”

“I am trying to catch up—”

“Catch this!”

You throw one of your heels at him, and he catches it, but not before another is soaring towards his face.

Frustratingly, he catches that one, too.

“Stop it!” He yells, tossing the heels to the side.

One collides with a small vase, causing it to tip over and shatter across the tile, shards of ceramic sliding to your feet.

Your heart begins to beat faster. 

“You’re not seeing the bigger picture,” he continues, throwing his arms in the air. “This is important!”

Kento has never lost his temper with you. Never even raised his voice. And now, all you hear is his shouting, all you see is his capable fists, all you feel is your heart pounding so fast it hurts and the pieces of vase poking your toes through your stockings.

But suddenly he’s stopped; his yelling silenced, frozen. His gaze is locked on your fingers, where they rest on the knot in your collarbone, over the spot it was once broken by hands that suddenly seem not so unlike his.

His eyes shutter, and he takes a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, I—”

But you’re already gone. 

In your bare feet, you cross over the shards, hardly registering the sharp pain in your soles. You sprint the rest of the way down the hall, into your shared bedroom, slamming that door, and then you lock yourself in your bathroom. 

You try to take deep breaths, but it’s hard, harder still when you hear heavy footsteps behind you. Tears threaten to escape your eyes as you scratch at your skin, trying to claw your way out of your body, attempting to hide from the old memories flooding your every thought, but it’s so overwhelming because it feels like it’s happening now. 

The pain in your ribs, the heavy pressure on your chest, the sweat coating your skin—

“Love,” Kento’s voice breaks into your frenzy. “You’re having a panic attack. Breathe for me.”

You try, you really do. You try to open your aching, lead lungs to allow air in. You are desperate for oxygen but it eludes you. You are hungry for air, pleading with your body to make the dizziness go away, for the hyperventilation to stop, stop, please stop—

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he breathes, suddenly at your side. His hands find your shoulders, his calloused touch impossibly gentle. He grounds you in this moment, reminds you that you are here, in your shared home, with the love of your life. “I shouldn’t have yelled. You’re safe.”

Your gasps begin to break down into sobs, the deep panic making way for an overwhelming wave of sadness. Regret. But still, security. The change is not instant, and you are still catching your breath to the tune of his string of apologies, but slowly, you regain your breath.

When he sees you take a long, deep breath, his own whooshes out of him. His arm slips around your waist, and he presses his face against your hair. You notice that his nose, brushing your ear, is slightly wet. His voice is sounds thick when he speaks, as if it were difficult to keep his words steady.

“I would never hurt you, my love. Never. I won’t yell again. I won’t scare you like that.”

“I threw a shoe at you.” Your voice cracks.

“I was being an ass.”

Neither of you speak for a moment, then his face moves back, his own reddish eyes meeting yours. 

“You were,” you whisper. “I shouldn’t have thrown the shoe.”

“Honey,” he strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. “You could throw the whole closet at me, and I wouldn’t bat an eye. Throw a knife at me and I will still come crawling back to you.”

You bite your lip. “Then please don’t go. Stay here with me. I need you here.”

“I’ll call Gojo,” his reply comes without hesitation. “He owes me. I’ll skip the next mission.”

You glance down at your stockings, now bloodied, little grains of sharp ceramic embedded in your heels. The pain hasn’t quite hit your head yet. You see the red, but the sensation doesn’t quite register. 

He follows your gaze, eyebrows drawing together. Then he looks back to you.

“Therapy?” His voice comes in a rasp.

“First aid kit,” you murmur back. 

“First aid, then we get a therapist.”

“That’s probably the right thing to do.”

“Probably.”

Another beat of silence passes over you.

“I broke your mother’s vase.” He sighs, fingertips tracing your stockings along the edge of the blood stain. 

“I didn’t like that vase.” You shake your head. “I never did. We can pretend we lost it.”

“It was the shoe’s fault.”

A smile creeps along the edges of your lips. “The shoe?”

He returns your gentle smile, pulling your feet into his lap and pecking your cheek.

“We can blame it all on the shoes.”

[cassiefromhell]

It might be a touchy subject, but I was hoping for a comfort fic with Gojo, Nanami, or Higuruma (JJK) where reader is triggered by shouting and loud noises due to a past relationship.

If this is an uncomfortable request for you it doesn’t need to be done. I’d understand. 🤗 Thank you for taking your time to read this.

fully written and scheduled to release at 6 p.m. est tomorrow <3 this fic holds a special place in my heart, and I thank you for giving me this prompt!!

[cassiefromhell]

three a.m.

Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

wc: 554

warnings: mention of insomnia/overworking. not much really, just a baby fluffy drabble

a/n: and we're back! more projects coming very soon.

“Go to sleep,” you whisper. 

You roll over to look at Levi. He sits at the desk with a pile of paperwork in front of him, a pen in hand, and the last of a candle burning.

“Soon,” he replies, not sparing a glance in your direction.

“You need the rest. Come to bed.”

“I need to finish this report. Erwin wants it by Tuesday.”

You sit up with a groan, running a hand down your face. “Today is Saturday.”

Levi checks the clock on the wall, then shakes his head. “Sunday, now.”

“You can finish it in the morning.”

“I’ll be in bed soon.”

“Promise?”

He doesn’t reply. The etching of pen on paper fills the silence.

At this rate, the sun will rise before he has even considered shutting his eyes. Levi may claim to be nocturnal all he likes, but you know he has training in the morning and he needs the sleep.

With a heavy sigh, you pull the covers off your legs, scooting to the edge of the mattress.

That gets his attention.

“What are you doing?” He turns in his chair to look at you, placing down his pen.

“Coming to drag you into bed.”

He frowns, but he knows better than to try to stop you. “That isn’t necessary, and you know it.”

“Shhh.”

You stand, the chill of the wood flooring immediately striking the soles of your feet. But you ignore it, taking the few steps it takes to reach the desk.

He watches you walk over, shaking his head.

You lean over him to blow out the candle. With a quick whoosh of your breath, the room goes dark.

Your hands find his shoulders without the guidance of light, instead trusting your muscle memory to find them for you. And they do.

His hand rests on your thigh.

You stand there in the darkness, unable to make out so much as his eyes.

“Are you really going to make me drag you?” You whisper, moving your thumb up and down the line of his pulse. Up and down.

“Depends. Are you going to try?” His voice seems gentler now, without the flame to illuminate his hard-set mouth and chronically calculating eyes.

“I’ll trip if I try,” you sigh heavily, dramatically. “Do you want me to fall?”

“Do you want to fall?”

“Are we only communicating in questions now?”

“Are we?”

“Will you come to bed?”

He does not reply.

“Levi. You need rest, whether you believe it or not. I will drag you if I have to.”

A best of silence. But just when your lips part to speak again, his hand shifts to your hip, and suddenly the heat of his body is up out of the chair and in front of you. 

You follow the path back to the bed. The path that you know so well, from all these nights of convincing him to at least lay down. Sometimes you succeed, sometimes you don’t. But it is like a script each time, a sequence of actions that you know better than anything.

“Thank you,” you murmur, your hands finding the corner of the mattress. It is what you always say.

You mouth along as he replies, knowing the words that will come next.

“I didn’t want you to fall.”

stay tuned, i am crawling out of the burnout hole <3

[cassiefromhell]

Lollipops

Post-War: Levi Ackerman x Reader

wc: 4.3k

warnings: SPOILERS. im so serious guys. SPOILERS. if you havent watched/read to the FINALE, do not progress. you've been warned. also theres a little tiny bit of gore.

a/n: this is self-defense writing to protect my sanity after the last ep. im so not okay with it being over. also requests are open, i'll write anything! also, this is written in flashbacks. but never fear, the flashbacks are separated from the present by dividers, so you'll know when it switches.

“You two are like a fairytale couple,” a young girl giggles, hugging a pink-covered book to her chest. “Like a damsel and her prince.” 

You smile, pulling a lollipop out of your box — and then another, handing them to her. “Take two for sweet-talking me. But remember that true love isn’t perfect by any means.”

She grins, nods, and takes her candy, sprinting off into an old woman’s arms. You sigh softly, looking up to see that the line of children coming to receive candy from Paridian heroes is momentarily empty.

“Not perfect, huh?” Levi asks from beside you, shifting in his chair.

You roll your eyes, gently flicking the side of his head. You crouch down to be on his level. “You’re saying that we had a fairytale romance? That you swept me off my feet and carried me away from danger?”

“Yes. I would. Now get your ass up, I don’t need you to get down for me,” he scowls, his eyes flicking over your kneeling form.

“I would get down on my knees for you anyti—”

“Up.”

You grin, but listen to him and stand up, picking up your box once more. “Fairytale, huh? So what are you, the savior?”

“I’d say it’s even. Although, I remember saving your ass much more often than you saved mine.”

You scoff, putting your hands on your hips. “Name a time!”

“Get your ass up, scout!”

You groan, shoving yourself up onto your elbows. “Just a sec,” you manage between heavy breaths, coughing and coughing.

Hoofbeats approach and you whimper, knowing that if that’s the captain you think it is, you’re about to get the beating of a lifetime.

“Why, exactly, are you laying in the dust?” Captain Levi Ackerman asks, tone cold and voice sharp as a knife. “You’re a transfer, not a cadet. From the MP’s, even. I expected better.”

“I’m recovering from an injury, Captain,” you wheeze out, pressing a hand to your side and shoving yourself up onto your knees. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

“You’d better be. Now, up. On your feet, or be left behind.”

You pull one foot under you, then the other, and nearly collapse. His arm shoots out to grab your bicep, effectively keeping you up as your side screams in protest, ribs aching and tears springing to your eyes.

“What kind of an injury?” he asks, his grip tightening. “Why on earth would you switch to the Survey Corps while injured?”

“Ribs,” you hiss, gripping your side. The doctors have said that nearly all your ribs on your right side are either bruised, fractured, or completely broken. “And I had no choice. I had to leave.”

He narrows his eyes, but slowly releases you, making sure you’re not going to fall over the second he lets go. “You’re in no condition to be training, and I don’t need you getting worse. I have no interest in crippled soldiers. Go inside and get yourself assigned to kitchen duty for the next two weeks, on Ackerman’s orders.”

Your eyes slowly shift up from the ground to him, and you get your first good look at him.

And holy shit, the rumors of Humanity’s Strongest did not mention how mouth-wateringly attractive he is.

You give the dumbest nod you’ve ever given and turn on your heel. You hobble your way inside, and then immediately lean against a cold, stone wall, repeating to yourself in your head over and over again:

We are not falling for a captain.

We are not falling for a captain.

You open and close your mouth, then shrug. “Okay, but of course you were going to save my ass a lot while I was training. I’m sure it got better once I was a captain.”

“Did it, though?”

You elbow him, scowling. A smirk dances on his lips.

A woman grinning ear-to-ear starts your way, and you narrow your eyes. “She’s too old for candy.”

“Reporter,” Levi grumbles, looking down into his box, as if not making eye contact will stop her from approaching.

“Hi!” She shouts, giving a big wave. “I was hoping to ask you two a quick few questions, while you’re not too busy.”

“We’re quite busy,” Levi drones.

“Ah! I had heard about that grumpy attitude!” The reporter laughs, then looks at you. “And you must be his sunshine!”

You scratch the back of your neck, shrugging. “Something like that.”

The reporter whips out a pen and paper. “Now, all sources say that tog two have been married for quite some time, but nothing ever tells me when you two met, or how! Do tell.”

“We met in the service,” you start, rubbing your chin. “I had just transferred to the military police, so I was starting fresh in the Survey Corps.”

She quirks a brow. “Why did you transfer?”

The air simply won’t come to your lungs. You can’t breathe. The night sky doesn’t help, the fresh cool air is only suffocating you more.

You drop to the grass in the courtyard, one hand on your healing side and the other around your throat. Tears pour down your face, and you cough, and cough, and cough, and gasp.

It was just a nightmare, you tell yourself, but it doesn’t help. You can still remember what really happened, his hand around your neck, boot in your side, the bruises along each ridge of your spine from being tossed into a wall.

Your ribs may have been almost fully healed now, after two months being a Scout, but you still can feel each kick he gave you just for telling him no.

“Breathe.”

You sputter, looking up to see Captain Levi kneeling in front of you. He grips your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Breathe, come on. Take a deep breath.”

You try, you really do, but you only end up sobbing harder. Your hands clench the grass.

He sighs heavily, scooting over to your side and awkwardly patting your back. “Breathe.”

You manage to slow your breathing, and take a few good deep breaths. Then you immediately stumble to your feet. “…Sorry. I’ll head back now.”

His hand is around your wrist before you can even register that he’s gotten up. “Why are you out here so late, crying in the damn courtyard?”

“It’s nothing. Just a bad dream, you murmur, tugging your hand away from him and heading back inside.

You feel assessing eyes on your back as you walk, and you can’t help but look down at your hand, that hand that you wore a ring on for a year and a half.

You’ve fallen silent, chewing your lip and looking off to the side. The reporter tilts her head, raising a brow. 

“She just needed a fresh start,” Levi answers for you, placing a hand on your hip for reassurance. “And that’s what she got.”

She accepts that answer, writing down the words. “Now, how did you two end up together? Was it live at first sight?”

Levi scoffs. “Far from it.”

You glare at him. “Well, I liked you.”

“No, you hated me. You just wanted to fuck.”

“Thank you, Hange,” you grin, folding up the card again and tucking it back into the envelope, which reads ‘Congrats, new Captain!’. “I really appreciate it.”

A year in the Survey Corps flew by fast, and you had shown immense skill in the craft, therefore earning the title of Captain of your very own squad.

But your skills weren’t the only thing that had developed. You and Levi tolerated each other now, even if he thought you were loud and chaotic and you thought he was grumpy and sad, like a lonely old man.

And yet, you were drawn to him. He was handsome, and every once in a while you’d say something that would make his mouth tilt up, and… that mouth. It would be the death of you.

Hange heads out, leaving you alone in your room for the first time in hours. Everybody had been in and out, offering congratulations and words of advice.

You sink back onto your bed, yawning. It’s been a long day, and now you just want to sleep—

But a knocking comes on your door, and in walks Levi.

“I could have been naked,” you grin as he strides over, dumping a pile of paperwork on your desk.

“Captains have more paperwork than everybody else. I’ve been assigned to show you how to fill it out.”

“I bet you were hoping I was naked” you tease, but get up anyway, running a hand down your face as you stand next to him.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re boring.”

“Boring? Really?”

“Yeah.”

There is a short silence, with Levi sorting through the papers. And suddenly, you are very aware of the fact that you are in your bedroom, alone, with Levi Ackerman.

And apparently he’s aware of it too, because he gives you a look.

And then you jump on him.

The reporter laughs and scratches a few things down on her pad of paper, her eyes crinkling around the edges. “And what year was this?”

“We met in 846, and then started seeing each other romantically in 847,” you explain. You open a lollipop and stick it in your mouth.

The reporter only stares at you, a brow lifted and eyes narrowed.

“Eleven years ago,” Levi says, and then she nods and writes it down.

“What—”

“Different years,” Levi murmurs, shaking his head. “They’re in the damn 1900’s, remember.”

You flush, blood rushing to your ears and cheeks. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been with the rest of the world, you always forget that years are different and you can take a plane somewhere and getting a papercut doesn’t mean you might die of sepsis.

For you, it’s still 858.

“Did you two personally know Eren Jaeger?”

You crouch by the bars, tilting your head as you examine him. Just a child. Skinny. He couldn’t hurt a fly.

“This is the titan child?” You ask, squinting. “He’s, what, fifteen?”

“Yes. Please step back,” Levi says. “You don’t need to be that close.”

“He’s like a fleck of dirt in a crop field. I need to be this close to see him. Are you sure he really—“

The chains on his arms rattle, and you skitter back, slamming into the wall beside Levi.

“Careful,” he scowls, brushing dirt off of your shoulder.

“What… happened?” The boy asks, rubbing his eyes.

Erwin launches into a full explanation, and by the time he’s done the boy looks completely lost.

“You’re… the commander of the Survey Corps,” he looks at Erwin, “…And Captain Levi, and Captain {Y/N}… where am I?”

“A dungeon—”

Erwin keeps speaking, but a thump near the staircase catches your attention. You stride off, past the MP guards, and peek around the corner.

There, struggling against a guard, is the young girl that you’ve been told is Mikasa.

You scowl, shutting the door behind yourself and storming up to her.

“Calm down,” you whisper, taking both her wrists in one hand and pushing her up against a wall. “Do you realize what you’re risking here?” 

“You don’t understand, I need to see him—”

“Shut up. You’re risking his freedom by coming this close. Go back upstairs.”

She glares at you, damn near baring her teeth. But you hold firm, and she slowly nods.

“Good, now go.”

You release her, and with one final glance over her shoulder, she trudges up the stairs.

You run a hand through your hair,  thinking to yourself: these new scouts are going to be an issue, aren’t they?

“Yes,” you say, nodding. “We knew all of the kids.”

“All of them?” she asks, furiously scratching down your words.

“We were both captains when Eren’s year entered the corps — we trained them. Of course we knew them all.”

“On my squad,” you read off of your paper, speaking to the large crowd in front of you — all the scouts that will be on the next expedition. “…I am pulling in an extra scout. Mikasa Ackerman will join me in the center ranks.”

Whispers run through the crowd, and you step off of the stage, taking your spot next to Levi in the captains line. Erwin picks up a speech, talking about the squad formations.

A tap on your shoulder makes you turn, and your eyes widen as you’re met with your favorite chaos trio: Jean, Sasha, and Connie.

“Get into your formation,” you hiss.

“But, here’s the thing,” Jean whispers. “I’ve been really great during training. What do I have to do to get on your squad?”

“Jean!” you narrow your eyes. “You are not getting on my squad.”

“I would bring you food every day,” Sasha pleads, putting her hands out in a prayer position. “Please! We’d be the best squad ever.”

You actually pause to consider that for the food, but Levi stomps on your foot. “Ow— Uhm, no. Now return to formation or I’ll bump you down a squad.”

They skitter off, moving through the crowd. You just hope that they’ll go to the right place this time.

You sigh, facing forward again. You’ve already heard everything that Erwin has to say, so this is all repeat to you.

You brush your hand against Levi’s, and his pinky touches yours. You lock them together, resisting the urge to just lean into his warmth.

Pinkies locked, you wait out the rest of the assembly.

“Would you say you were close with any of them?”

Levi shrugs. “They respected me. They loved her.”

“Oh, they loved you too,” you grin, patting his shoulder. “Loved you enough for Historia to smack you the second she was legally allowed to.”

“Have there been any hardships?” The reporter cuts in.

You pause. Levi pauses.

“Of course,” he murmurs, voice softer now. He brushes his fingertips against your thigh.

As soon as you make it in through the gate, Levi is at your side, pulling his horse up next to yours.

“Let me look,” he murmurs, beckoning with his hand. 

You shake your head, cradling your messily bandaged hand to your chest. “No.”

“{Y/N}. Let me look,” his voice is more stern now.

You know the damage. You found a cloaked figure up high in the trees, you went for the attack, and they were faster than you. It was a clean cut. Your index and middle fingers are gone, as well as a chunk of your thumb.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“I can’t take it off ‘till I reach the medics,” you whisper back, turning away from him. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

But he doesn’t leave. He stays by your side, silently. He rides with you all the way to the scout headquarters, silently. He walks with you to the medics, without a single word.

The medics take one look at you, and, having heard that you were coming in, usher you into a private room.

There are three medics with you, which means they consider your injury a serious one. 

The lead medic closes the door, and then turns to you with a pitiful smile. “Let’s take a look, alright captain?”

You cradle your hand closer to your chest. You feel like a child, not wanting to accept what’s happened. But it’s… your hand… this is forever. 

Levi gently touches your arm. “You don’t have to look.”

You can’t remember the last time Levi was so soft with you. You’ve been with him for years by now, but he’s just not a soft person.

Nevertheless, he pulls your face against his shoulder, stroking your hair. He carefully pulls your wrapped hand away from you, holding it out for the medics. 

You feel it immediately when they start pulling the bandages off, and you bury your face into Levi’s shirt, whimpering.

“You’re alright. They’ve almost got it off,” he murmurs, holding your face against his chest.

The wrapping falls away, and there’s a soft gasp from one of the medics, followed by Levi stiffening.

“Is it bad?” you moan, crying out as someone prods something painful.

“Do you want me to lie?”

“No.”

“It’s not good. But it’s a clean cut, so they’re going to clean it and stitch it up for you. You’ll be fine.”

You fist his shirt. “…Please don’t go.”

He pulls you a little closer. “I won’t. I won’t leave your side.”

The next thing you know, they’ve stuck your hand in alcohol, and you’re screaming.

You tuck your half-hand into your pocket, out of the reporter’s watchful gaze.

“But you two are married, correct?”

Levi nods. “Yes.”

“When were you married?”

You look to Levi, smiling softly. “Well, twice. Once in Paradis, and they don’t acknowledge Paridian marriage licenses here, so we did it all over again a couple years ago.”

“When was the first time?”

Your hand has become a focus for you.

Just as you lay in bed now, holding your two and a half fingers above your head. The stitches have been taken out, leaving you with pinky and ring fingers, two little nubs cut below the first knuckle, and half of a thumb. It’s still healing, but this is pretty much what your hand will look like. Forever. Till the day you finally croak.

The door swings open, and you immediately feel Levi’s cold, calculating gaze. “Are you picking at it again?”

“No,” you roll your eyes. “Just looking. Y’know, at least I still have a ring finger.”

“Why does that matter?” He asks. He takes off his jacket and hangs it up, then sits on the bed beside you and starts on his boots.

“So one day I could wear a wedding ring.”

He pauses. You pause, realizing what just came out of your mouth.

He turns to face you, leaving one boot on and the other half off. “You’re interested in marriage.”

Suddenly your face feels hot. “…Yeah.”

“To me?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s really what you want?”

You nod, chewing your lip.

“Then marry me.” His face stays completely blank.

You sit up slowly, eyes wide. “You— you wanna marry me?”

“You already know that I love you. If you want marriage, it’s only logical that—”

You cut him off by tackling him, sending the both of you tumbling off the bed. Levi twists so that he’ll hit the ground and you’re just land on him, but you have no time to ask if he’s okay between all the kisses you’re showering across his face.

He scoffs. “Enough, woman.”

“You wanna be stuck with me!? Really?!” You grin, sitting up to be straddling his waist. 

“I guess so.”

You throw your arms over your head, starting to sing to yourself. “You looooove me, you wanna maaaarry me, I’m gettin’ maaaarried,” you snap to your own little beat, dancing on his waist.

You look down at him, beaming, just to find him watching you with soft gray eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers.

The reporter smiles and nods, then looks over her notes. “Well, I just have one more question, and then I’ll leave you two be.”

Levi looks quite ready to be done, so you speak up. “Just make it quick.”

She nods, looking up at you one last time. “Did everyone else know you two were together?”

You sigh, reaching behind you and pulling your hair out of its ponytail. It’s been a long day, and all you want is to refill your ODM fuel for tomorrow and go to bed.

You approach the supply closet, but pause when you hear voices. You peer in, eyes widening at the sight.

Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Reiner, and Bertholdt all crowd around a table, coins in piles. But there are no cards. No game.

“Listen,” Connie says, throwing up his hands. “It’s just gotta be someone in the Survey Corps. There’s no way it’s not!”

“But wouldn’t we know if it was?” Jean adds, rubbing his chin. “There aren’t too many options.”

“Miche?” Mikasa proposes, spinning a coin in her fingers.

“What? No,” Eren scoffs. “Absolutely not. Armin, what do you think?”

Armin lets out a low whistle, shaking his head. “I already lost my money on the bet that Captain {Y/N} would stay single. I thought she was the type to not want or need a man.”

Ah. So they’re betting… on my love life!?

“Well, she’s wearing a ring, that’s for sure…” Sasha rubs her chin. “What if it’s Levi?”

There’s a beat of silence.

Everyone in the room erupts into laughter. 

“Ha! Her and Levi? When pigs fly!” Eren laughs, banging his fist on the table.

“You’re such an idiot,” Connie grins, shoving Sasha. “I’d say she’s a lesbian before that!”

You smirk and roll your eyes, walking away from the room. You just know that they’re gonna be knocked off their feet when they find out.

“No, no, it took them quite a while to find out,” you laugh, shaking your head. “They couldn’t have guessed it if they’d put all their little brains together — and believe me, they did.”

“So, how did they find out?”

“Alrighty, Armin,” you sigh, running a hand over your head. “Let’s get this transformation done. The area is cleared for miles, so just give me a few minutes to get out of dodge, and you’ll get the smoke signal to go ahead.”

He nods, chewing his lip. 

“Hey,” you pat his shoulder. “You’ve got this.”

With that done, you turn, shooting your grappling hooks into a tree and soaring off into the forest.

After a few minutes, you’re damn near in the safe zone.

Near.

And then the sky lights up like a Christmas tree.

As expected, a massive explosion sounds behind you, and your ears immediately start to ring. More concerning, however, is the shrapnel made of trees and dirt and rocks flying your way.

You shriek, turning forward once more and zipping your way through the trees. Except, you have to hold your left sword in a weird way because of your hand, and then a gush of wind hits you and—

The branch you’re swinging from snaps, and you’re sent tumbling to the ground, unable to right yourself. 

The grass gets nearer and nearer, and you fumble with your swords. But you won’t make it. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, and accept your fate—

Until you collide with Levi’s chest, and his arms are around you, and you’re zipping towards the safe zone.

“Holy shit,” you wheeze, coughing on stirred up dust. You grip his shoulders, shaking from all of the adrenaline rushing through you.

You’re back in the group with the others in no time, and Levi immediately puts you on the ground. But you don’t get a hug and a ‘thank god you’re alive.’ No, Levi puts his hands on your shoulders and shakes you.

“Are you crazy?” He hisses, gripping your jaw with one hand. “I’ve told you to hold your swords upside down like I do, so this wouldn’t happen. You almost died, and all because of your idiocy—”

“Levi—”

“No, I don’t want to hear it. You cannot go dying on me, you hear me? I will not lose you.”

You bite your lip, putting a hand on his chest. “Levi…”

“You are such a fucking idiot. I cannot believe I married someone who would risk her own life like that. You need to value yourself, damn it! You cannot leave me here alone—”

You shut him up with a kiss, rooting your hand in his hair. He kisses you back without hesitation, his hands flying to your waist.

“You’re not going to lose me,” you murmur, pulling away. “You saved me. You caught me. And I’m confident that you always will.”

His jaw clenches, a muscle feathering, and he opens his mouth, but a voice from the right interrupts whatever he had planned to say.

“Did I, uh… miss a chapter?” Jean asks.

You look over to find almost all of Eren’s friend group standing there, dumbfounded. Hange sits up in a tree, grinning ear to ear, but they’ve known about you two for years.

You grin, shaking your head. “The money goes to Sasha.”

“AND YOU ALL CALLED ME STUPID!” Sasha shrieks, throwing her hands up in the air.

“That’s all I need,” the reporter nods, and closes her notebook, tucking away her pen. “Nice meeting you two, heroes.”

She leaves with a wink, and just in time, because a little refugee boy has approached, hands behind his back.

You give him a soft smile, kneeling to be on his level. “Would you like a lollipop?”

The boy nods, giving a shy smile. 

Levi reaches into his box, holding out a blue lollipop. He gives the child his softest smile, and in that smile you see it all.

You see the man that saved your ass more times than you can count. The man who presses a kiss to your temple when he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. The man who blushes when you run your hands down his chest. The man who doesn’t give anyone that soft smile of his, except for on very rare occasions.

Your man.

The center of your universe.

The boy takes his lollipop, bows at the waist, and then skitters off with a  mumbled ‘thank you.’

You watch him go, and then you turn back, met with Levi, holding out a lollipop to you.

You press a kiss to his scarred knuckles and take it, giving him your own soft smile. “I love you.”

“Yeah, you too, brat,” he chuckles, turning back to the box of candy.

And you remember the nights you spent eating sweets he brought back for you from town.

You remember every night with him.

Because Levi is your world. Your one and only.

And he always will be, from now until the end of time.

@jeannineee be proud of me bitch <3

[cassiefromhell]

i’m bored so here’s a tag game.

Fantasy Character Maker

highlight whichever you select. i’ve highlighted mine. you can always add other options/categories, expansion is good! tag me in your version <3

Your Race

human // elf // fae // gnome // dwarf // tiefling/demon // goblin // dragonborn // orc // giant // centaur // angel // troll // other ____

Who Are You

a thief // royalty // a performer // a writer // a tavern goer // a tavern worker // an adventurer // a recluse // a witch/wizard/warlock // a priest[ess] // a business owner [bakery, book store, blacksmith, general store, attire, other ___] // a librarian // a bodyguard // a medic/doctor/nurse // an academic // a professor // a prostitute // a slave // a pirate // an artist // other ___

Your Weapon

a bow // a sword // a spear // a knife // a claymore // magic // poison // your hands // other ____

Your Clothing

armor [heavy, light, medium, clunky, stylish] // a dress [short, long, gown, ball gown, slip, simple, elegant, expensive, handmade, new, old, clean, ruined, tattered] // a uniform [for ____] // formal wear // work clothing // nothing at all // a blanket // just high heels and earrings // a robe // a doublet // a tunic // other ____

your material is leather // silk // cloth // chain mail // velvet // denim // chiffon // muslin // suede// tweed // fleece/fur // you have no idea // other ____

Your Home

a mansion // a palace // the streets // everywhere and yet nowhere // wherever you are at the moment // wherever your [adventure/heart] takes you // wherever your love/companion is // a cottage // a townhouse // a school // where you work // other ____

Your Item

a book // a wand // a glass // a flower // a box // a game // a potion // a bottle of alcohol // a component for a spell // an animal part // a luck charm // a star // a figurine // a doll/toy // a carving // a ticket // a pen // a hammer // a crown // a scepter // a candle // a brush // a ring/other jewelry // an ointment // a spare pair of clothes // other ____

Your Familiar/Companion

nothing. // a cat // a dog // a frog // a snake // a bug // a spider // a ferret // a bird // a fish // a bear // a wildcat // a rat // a mouse // toads // rabbit/hare // other ____

Fantasy Name (optional!):

Caetharine

anyone can jump in, but here are my no pressure tags:: @jeannineee @romantichomicide95 @peregryn-lord @d4rkven0m @arlerts-angel @thelov3lybookworm @thehighladywrites @acourtofmenandthirst @acourtofwhatthefuck @mischiefmanagers @bubybubsters @

[cassiefromhell]

y’all i made one of those new tumblr communities things for fanfic writers because i was bored. dm or comment or whatever if interested

[cassiefromhell]

hiii do you plan on continuing the bats & fire series because it was SO GOOD!!

absolutely!! i am not done with the series, nor any of my others. i’ve been focused on real life things, but i will make my return!

[cassiefromhell]

rip morrigan you would’ve loved pride month

rip azriel you would’ve loved pride month

rip eris you would’ve loved pride month

rip emerie you would’ve loved pride month

[cassiefromhell]

happy pride month <3

i hope the homophobes are extremely uncomfortable all month long!!!

[cassiefromhell]

join the red dead brain rot guys. look at this STUNNING drawing

the braithwaite manor

(many hours in photoshop)

[cassiefromhell]

*sigh* to the pits it is

Your Tumblr username decides your profession. How is your first day at work?

[cassiefromhell]

put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer ok go

[cassiefromhell]

ty @romantichomicide95

1. backwards directions - abby sage

2. to all of you - syd matters

3. bruise - between friends

4. on melancholy hill - gorillaz

5. play that funky music - wild cherry

tagging: @arlerts-angel @jeannineee guys i’m so lazy with tags so that’s it but feel free to join!!

✨ when you get this please share 5 of your current favorite songs and then pass this ask on to 5 of your favorite followers (or whoever you feel like!) ✨

Ooo, I do love tag games that talk about music! I think music is such a personal thing. Thank you for asking @yourlocallygrowngay I’d be interested in your list as well.

Let’s see, fave songs right now….

• Blinding Lights - The Weekend

• How You Like Me Now - The Heavy

• The Air That I Breathe - The Hollies

• Three Days - Jane’s Addiction

• Love Runs Out - OneRepublic

Bonus - These Arms of Mine - Otis Redding

Let’s tag up: @appalachiancowboy99 @cassietrn @lacrymatoryao3 @sickvictorianangel @moeitsu @rosemary-morgan @roseghoul26 @zanazirafanfic

Sorry, can’t count….well I can, but can’t narrow down to save my life 😁

[cassiefromhell]

boop

So I found a pic crew thing that’s originally posted from this user, so here’s the pic crew and I made this

I thought it was cute so here it is, and go check out the user and pic crew thingy! It’s cool!