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🔞Eating Out Headcanons | Beta Squad

Niko -This man's stubble would graze your thighs and have your flesh BURNING with each step and rub of your thighs the next day -Long ass fingers always working where his mouth isn't, ensuring that he hits every spot imaginable -I think he's a bit of a tease asw- gets you to the edge before pulling away with a sick grin right before you get a release -Bro's nose is so attractive in a weird way, and I feel like it'd nudge against your clit whilst his tongue works which would have knots forming in your stomach and make your head SPIN

George -Ohmyfucking GOD he's so fine and im SICK of ppl not noticing this -My tall lanky, rings n glasses wearing bf frfr -Has you sat on his face OFC -Loves all that pressure and the feeling of your thighs squeezing the fucking life out of his head as though you're tryna crush it -Just like Niko, his beard leaves your inner thighs feeling RAAWWW the next day the way he's so enthusiastic w eating you out -Sloppy with it too, mixes his spit n ur arousal all the same, making such sinfully pornographic noises that'll have your goofy lil head SPINNING at the mere thought of it -And when you've come undone all over his tongue and his arms are the only thing keeping your body upright? -He looks up at you with blown out pupils and a devious grin, glistening lips from your arousal looking so ungodlily corrupted you consider pushing his head back between your thighs again

Chunkz -It's so weird but I just CANNAE imagine Chunkz acc giving head 😭 -100% more receiver than giver vibes -And he's handsy with it, yk? Hand on the back of your head, running through your hair and getting through all those knots before wrapping his hand around the base of your skull and guiding your movements on his cock

AJ Shabeel -AJE AJE AJE! My no1 bf is an absolute DEMON when it comes to head  -It's like he's genuinely racing to have you cum - lapping up and sucking on your clit with no mercy, literally sending you barrelling towards orgasm -And my word he doesn't even stop after that. -Will litr lick your cum back off your thighs and pussy and have you an overstimulated, shaking MESS as he does it -And then has the NERVE to ask to go for another round?  -Such a little cretin, loves looking up with that smirk and seeing how much of an uncontrollably moaning wreck you are when he's using his mouth

King Kenny -I feel like bro would try a MAD position with it... Like, have your back resting against the bed frame of smth - but he's holding you up by your thighs so that you're literally suspended in air? -Leaves hickeys on your thighs bc he just loves the look of them against your skin n knowing that only he can see them... -I just KNOW he's got a long tongue too, like, he's hitting spots that have you legs shaking so that you're literally convulsing in his arms, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you barrel towards that orgasm -And I just know he'd be an aftercare king, esp after putting you through a HARD orgasm

Sharkyyyy -Oh my God of course he'd have Frank Ocean playing in the background and blue or purple or red coloured lights whilst he's giving head -Has you lying back in bed and is soooo intimate-romantic with it... -Like, he's pressing kisses onto your thighs and gently caressing n massaging your quads n muscles... -Sounds sooo dumb cocky when he's giving head too, bc he'll go from sucking your clit and licking you up to asking "That good, yeah?" and "You gonna be loud for me?" - those dumb littel questions that have you whining and being somehow even louder when he's got his head between your thighs

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I'm out here breaking friendships with this whole ranking thing, it's all fun and games lmao but @kennysboxergf i need ur take on this 😭

[weskin-time]

Baby It’s Cold Outside

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x GN!Reader

not beta read. i used google translate for the Gaelic so sorry if it isn’t correct.

i’m getting back into the groove of writing so i’m sorry if this is stale and kinda sucks!

mo chridhe- my heart

mo leannan- my sweetheart

It was forbidden to date outside your rank. You could get in serious trouble by violating the code, it could fuck up the chain of command and ruin both peoples lives. But there was something about Sargent John ‘Soap’ MacTavish that just set your heart ablaze. After a long song and dance he confessed to you, and you to him, but came to an agreement that you two wouldn’t become anything until you got promoted from corporal to sargent.

It was hard to hide these feelings in public, it was little smiles shared, whispered words in each others ears, he praised you more than other members of 141 or anyone in any squad he was in, Gaz teased you the most that Soap had a crush on you. You and Soap haven’t even kissed each other let alone did anything not safe for work, there was no real label to put on what you two were. You weren’t dating, it wasn’t a situationship if you both tried very hard to avoid anything sticky that would leave others a hint to what was going on between you too.

Tonight was one of those nights that could get you in trouble.

Winter was fast approaching, snow littered the ground and the air was filled with chills. It was the season you wear black leggings under your uniform instead of the black knee high socks, a little loop hole you found during uniform inspection. Currently you were in Johns dorm on base, you snuck in like a you were high school lovers trying to be quiet making sure the coast was clear before slipping in. You snuck into each others dorms some nights to have secret dates.

You’ve already been here for an hour, talking and sipping warm drink’s together, you were pushing your luck by staying any longer.

“Another cup o’ coco?” he was seated on the head of his bed while you sat on the foot watching Mythbusters being played on a shitty desktop on a desk across the small room.

You never liked the Army’s barracks. The Air Force was much nicer, and they had way better rooms, they were bigger and didn’t feel like a stuffy box with a bed.

You moved on the bed so your feet planted on the ground yet you didn’t move, “I want to John but I really should go before we get caught.” You didn’t want to leave the warmth of Soaps room and enter the cold frozen winter wastes of the outside just to trudge in the snow till you got to your own dorm room.

“Aye but we wont mo chridhe.” he tried to reassure you. “Stay for a bit longer. please?” He leaned closer to you placing his hand on your own.

You took his hand in your own and got up, moving past him and to the window pulling back the blinds only to see pure white outside. It was snowing bad outside. You sat back down on the bed hands still intertwined. “It’s a borderline blizzard out there.” You sighed.

“Then stay till it blows over! I don’t want cha’ getting a cold sweetheart.” He pulled you by your interlocked hands for you to press into him, your back to his chest as he leaned up against the headboard and pillows of his bed with his large arm wrapped around your waist hand still in his own larger one. His body heat seeped into your skin almost convincing you of staying, you loved it when he called you pet names.

“Give me your big puffy jacket and i’ll be fine walking back to my dorm.” you smiled and nestled yourself into his hold.

“No, I can’t find it I think ya’ should just stay like this and finish this season with me before heading out.” He spoke into your hair as he rested his chin on your head.

“We’re on the second episode John, it’ll be spring by the time this seasons over.” A smile danced across your lips. You really had no intention to leave just yet but you liked how he was pleading with you to stay with him for a while longer. It felt domestic, it felt like something you shouldn’t be chasing the high of but it felt like you two were a real couple with you being in his arms watching Mythbusters. He gave a soft chuckle.

Soap was silent for a good while, a comfortable feeling in the air hung loose in his room, he just held you and tried to put the feeling of you in his arms in his long term memory. When the next episode began to play he craned his neck down so his lips were close to your ear before whispering to you. “Chan eil mi airson feitheamh gus a bhith còmhla riut. Tha mi airson innse dhut gu bheil gaol agam ort a-nis.”

“What did you say?” you turned your head to try and look at him but he hid his face so you couldn’t look at him.

His voice held a hint of sadness and yearning as he spoke, “I just said how i think your eyes are beautiful.”

“Oh John stop.” you giggled and gave a weak slap to his wrist.

He squeezed you before removing his hand and grabbing the covers of his bed and placed them on you two. “What? Cant I tell ya how much I love your smile? How i love hearing ya bark out commands to troops like it doesn’t make me want to kiss ya?” His voice was back to its usual self now.

You wiggled around flipping yourself over so you were now chest to chest, you settled in between his spread thighs and rested your hands on his chest, you looked up at him with a smile on your face. “Flattery isn’t going to make me stay John.”

“But it’s so cold out there and it’s so warm in here, in my bed, cuddled up together, in my arms.” He grabbed the blanket again and moved it to rest on your shoulders.

“You’re going to have to try another method to make me stay you dork.” You didn’t want to get in trouble and possibly never get the promotion you desperately wanted so you could openly be with Soap but this little back and forth charade was too fun, too warm in your heart for you to stop, it was light hearted banter and he knew you were going to stay for longer as you cuddled up to him.

“What if I kiss ya?” His blue eyes bore into your own, a slight blush kissed his cheeks and tip of his nose. “Would that sway ya into staying?” His voice dropped an octave as he whispered.

You think he could hear your heart beating with how fast and hard it was pounding in your ribs. His eyes glanced down to your lips before searching your eyes again, he wanted to make sure it was okay with you before he went ahead and did it, what a sweet hearted gentleman.

You smiled up at him, “Well I think you’re gonna have to find that out for yourself MacTavish.” You teased.

His left arm wrapped around the small of your back while his right hand went to cup the base of your skull, his fingers intertwining in your hair as he pulled you closer to him. You chuckled and met him half way as you both closed your eyes. His lips were soft, slightly chapped but so were your own, it was winter after all. It was one short kiss you didn’t want to pull away from. The feeling of finally kissing him for the first time made your heart quiver and your face grow warm.

He pulled away slowly, “Will ya stay for a few more episodes now mo leannan?” A dopey smile danced across his lips as he looked down at you with soft adoration in his eyes.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, “I think i need a bit more persuasion hon.”

He kissed you again with no hesitation, his stubble of a beard tickled your face in a comforting way. People say when you kiss someone sparks fly, fireworks go off, or time stands still, but that only happens in movies and romance novels. Kissing him felt like a weight you didn’t know you had on your chest was lifted, feeling his lips move across your own made your heart buzz and your mind race as you took in his scent. You smiled into the kiss and he pulled you tighter to him. It was a soft and slow kiss, the kind from a shitty Hallmark movie, your heart felt like it was going to explode, like you were a teenager again kissing your crush for the first time.

You pulled away before you couldn’t anymore and got addicted to the feeling of him. A small whine left his throat and you think you might have died and went to heaven.

“Hmm fine.” You kissed his nose. “Three more episodes and one more cup of coco.”

His right hand moved from your skull to your neck keeping you in place as he peppered your face with kisses, his lips pressing against you cheeks, eyelids, and nose as you laughed and faintly screamed at the contact. “Alright alright!! how does five episodes sound?”

He placed one last kiss on your lips before moving his hand down your back to where his other one rested on the small of your back. “I don’t care how many episodes we watch i just want you warm and with me.”

[kennysboxergf]

Babysitting

Ranking the Beta Squad + Sidemen based on how much I would need to be paid to babysit them as children

Kenny - €2.50/hour

THE NICEST

Just look at him he can do no harm

A very energetic child tho, running around and not going to sleep

But I think I could distract him easily by just putting on blues clues

Love love he’s adorable

Chunkz (+ bonus Darkest) - €9.50/hour

Look very nice a respectful 

Will be nice

But only when parents are around

As soon as they leave I’m getting flamed like a highschooler

And getting pranked every 20 minutes 

But they look like they’ll listen if I say something 

And they’re gonna be funny so it’s all good 

AJ Shabeel - €11.50/hour

look at him

He’s going to jump on me as soon as he gets the chance

A biter and a kicker

But he looks like he’s be sweet if he calmed down

He’s the kid the parents tell you not to give sugar to

Couch jumper

Sharky - free/hour

this baby is the best baby I’ve ever seen

V Well behaved

Stomps his foot ok the floor when he’s mad but that’s it

I would look after him for free

He doesn’t even look like a messy eater

Respectful I love him

Niko - €19/hour

you would have to payyy go get me go babysit this child

He seems so hyperactive

Would not could not sit still

Asks me for candy before dinner and ice-cream before bed

If I say no I get like a bucket of water poured on me when I walk into a room

Prank MASTER

Absolutely adorable but no thank you

Vik - €6.50/hour

very nice and respectful

Asks BARE questions tho

He would tell me about all of his school project and how me the awards he’s won for them

Would watch a documentary for fun

But he looks nice enough and I would love to pet his duck

Harry - €17.50/hour

chaotic if he wishes to be

But he also looks like he can like pick an activity and stick to it

But still he can bitee 

Ankle biter kid

And he will Not eat anything Green

Or mildly healthy

Even though his parents explicitly told me not to give him sugar he somehow finds it and annoys you all day

Sugar Crashes and finally sleeps

JJ - €8.50/hour

looks nice enough 

Might come at me with all his high and mighty private school attitude 

But I think he’s pretty chill

And he’ll eat whatver his mom left for him

Calm I would say, average

Ethan - €7.50/hour

again looks nice

He seems like a very outdoorsy kid and I am not an outdoorsy person so it would not mix

Probably just watches tv all day

Have a feeling he’ll refuse to put on his clothes

Ankle kicker

Would kick me in the shins and I would cry but then he’s apologise and sit on the couch playing so it’s ok

Will not sleep on time tho that is a STRUGGLE

Josh - €4.50/hour

this boy cannot get up to trouble

Probably sits with his back straight

His smile is adorable 

Corrects ME about facts or smthing

Would ask me to read him a book as a goodnight

Sleeps at a reasonable time without a reminder

<3

Simon - €7.50/hour

would give me the DIRTIEST of looks

All the time 

One of the kids that eavesdrop on ur conversations

Doesn’t strike me as a TV kids would wanna go play with kids in the park 

Biter, bites other kids, me if I piss him off

Overall nice tho, he would give me his “dish” made of playdough

Tobi - :)/hour

I accept one smile from his per hour as payment

Seems like the happiest child ever

But I think if he was in a mood he would be the worst kid every I wouldn’t not want to be near him

Walks around stomping with his arms crossed and wrecks his room apart I would say

So acc like €5.50/hour 

[madameminor]

In More Ways Than One, Part 7 - Bad Batch x F!Reader - Crime...

Summary: Your Sergeant has given you an order. Kind of. And you're following it. Kind of. Its hard out here for a brat.

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Tags: No smut this chapter, just a brat bein' a brat.

Warnings: Rough handling towards end of chapter.

Notes: You lucky minxes, this one chapter became so long I had to make it into two chapters. Here's the first one. The second one will be posted within the next week. Enjoy ;) Thanks @corona-one for sharing your vaccine knowledge, and @dumfanting once more for your beta-ing!

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“…and last thing. What’s going on with your medic?”

“What do you mean?”

“There are some interesting rumors going around, starting to make their way higher in the ranks.”

“Oh really? What about?”

“Let’s just say it's about your medic’s… relationship with all of you.”

“Hmph. Yeah, we’ve heard about the ‘whore of 99’.”

“Oof, that’s the one. Normally I wouldn’t worry about it, but it's getting loud enough that the Generals might hear, and they’ll want to check in on the whole situation, for her safety. Now I know you boys, but you aren’t known around command for your gentile personalities. Wherever it’s coming from, reign it in a little bit. Your squad doesn’t need that kind of speculation - her least of all. Don’t need the whole GAR knowing her intimate details. Got it, trooper?”

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You walk in and lean against the door frame as Cody disappears from the holoprojector. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but Cody never calls ‘just to chat’. Another mission? An emergency? You watch Hunter with his chin in his hand and your heart goes to him.

“That bad, hm?” 

He turns towards you.

“No, nothing to really worry about.” He holds out his hand. You take it, using it to straddle him, to get in close and comfort him. You lean your arms on his shoulders, carding your fingers gently through his hair.

“Then what’s the matter, Sergeant Hunter?” you smirk down at him, watching him take you in.

His hand settles on your waist, rubbing between the joints of your armor. “Hm, just sounds like that rumor run is working too well. Cody was calling to ask about it, give us a heads up.”

You tilt your head forward, giving your lovingly incredulous look more emphasis. “Is that really a problem? That WAS the goal.”

He smirks, his crook-ed finger slightly lifting your chin. “If Cody is warning us about it, It’s…something to keep an eye on. Might be best to appear as a “regular squad’ today out among the regs.”

Your heart sinks a little bit, along with a twinge of irritation at his tone. You huff. “So we’re play-acting after all.”

He smirks up at you. 

“You’ll find a way to get through.”

Oh you will, will you? “This sounds like an order, Sergeant”

“Hah. I guess it is.” He nuzzles into your neck, taking in your scent.

OOOOoooo… so Hunter has quite a bit to learn about relationships. You could be an adult and talk about it. Buuuuut… where’s the fun in that?

A lesson then. So be it.

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Knowing what’s to come, you make sure to spend your landing time hungrily making out with Crosshair on his bunk, your fingers in his hair, his fingers desperately squeezing your hip- 

-all just in time for the hatch to open. 

You softly groan into his lips. “Crooooss… we have to go.”

His lips move to your neck, fingers pulling you closer to him. “Let them hear. Worked out last time.”

You sigh in regret. “We can’t, Hunter’s orders.”

He nips at your neck in frustration.

“Fine. Later, you’re mine.”

He stands, pulling you up and grabbing his helmet. You take a second to kiss him again, nuzzling him to look at you.

“Whatever happens, Cross, just remember. I’m ending up with you tonight.”

He looks you up and down with slight suspicion, but nods, turning to join the others in their descent.

Standing at attention and awaiting your party is a trooper in armor decorated in dark purple, the designs minimal, but well drawn. He removes his helmet to reveal a standard clone face, minus a scar through one eyebrow and a small soul patch. There’s a merry glint to his serious eyes. You like him already.

“Clone Force 99, welcome aboard the Captivator. I’m Captain Case. Commander Core has been held up in strategy, but I’ll be taking you to your own briefing room to wait for him-” He pauses as his eyes light on you, his head cocking slightly to the side. You smile at him, using your bashful smile.

Hunter glances to you and back. “Problem?”

The Captain blinks, looking back to Hunter. “Apologies, just didn’t know your squad held a nat- a, uh, non-clone.”

You step past Tech, daintily offering your hand. “Good to meet you, trooper. I have a name, but everyone calls me ‘your majesty’.”

He grins. “Who am I to break tradition?” He takes your hand, pressing his lips to the plastoid covering your fingers. “Does that mean you require an escort?”

“From a dashing trooper such as yourself? Yes, I believe it does.”

He offers his arm out to you with a slight bow, grin widening. “Then if you will, ma’am.”

You take it with a flirty smirk, doing your best impression of royalty, completely ignoring the feeling of eyes on your back.

He glances back at the squad, oblivious to any harm. “If you’ll follow me.”

You chat with the Captain as he leads you on, the usual about the usual: ship’s company and capabilities. When you make it to the briefing room, Case excuses himself to retrieve the Commander, bowing to you with a grin and a flourish. You chuckle; not all troopers go along with the gag, but it's fun when they do. 

Once he’s gone, you ignore all of the chairs - opting instead to sit on the briefing table, legs crossed, leaning back on your arms.

“Enjoy yourself?” Crosshair seethes. You can almost feel the jealousy radiating off of him, especially after getting him so excited before.

You wave your hand, dismissing his concerns. “SOMEone has to make up for your grumpy face.”

He relaxes a bit from your joke - but only a bit. 

Echo sits himself in the chair next to you, his eyes glancing up your legs as his hand settles on the exposed point above your knee. 

“Just remember we’re here for business, cyar’ika,” he murmurs to you as the others take their seats. 

“Says the one checking me out,” you smile, biting your lip as you glance down at his codpiece. “Do you like what you see, trooper? Because I do.”

His eyes involuntarily trace down your body, thoughts clearly headed into erotic territory-

“Knock it off, both of you,” Hunter barks from the chair to the other side of you, clearly displeased. “We've got incoming.”

Echo removes his hand guiltily, but you stay right. Where. You. are.

The doors part and in walks Commander Core and his Captain. The Commander has a short but full mustache from one side of his lip to the other.He seems barrel chested for a clone, if that’s possible, and he has the same jovial spark as his captain - with the same seriousness just behind it. You like it.

“Well, Clone Force 99, glad to see you comfortable. Sorry for the wait, you know strategy meetings.” Hunter stands, helmet under his arm. “Ah! Sergeant Hunter, I believe, good to put the flesh to the face.” They clasp arms in greeting, each acknowledging the other.

“Likewise, Commander. This is my squad, Tech: Crosshair: Wrecker: Echo: and-”

Core grins as you’re indicated. “Ah yes, the Queen herself. It's an honor to have you aboard our humble vessel, your majesty.” He takes your hand and kisses it with a small bow. He murmurs under his breath, “Usually I’m the only Queen around, so I appreciate the company.”

You chuckle as he releases your hand and turns to the others.

“Heard good things about all of you, and you’re going to need everything you’ve got for this one. Take your seats and let's get to it." He and the Captain take their places at the other end of the table, activating the table. "You’re headed to Saila III…”

The briefing is well thought out and concise - you’re impressed. The mission was on a planet largely toxic to organic life- which is why the droid army found it a perfect place to set up a secret droid research and development factory. There were inoculations that could be taken, but wouldn’t do for a whole army in a full on assault. No, they needed a small team, in and out, destroy everything, steal what data was possible - if the team could make it out alive.

The Commander was right, this one would be a doozy. For anyone else.

Core turns off the table and stands up from his chair. “That’s all the info I have for you - check in with the Med bay about your inoculations; there’s a time table to worry about, so the sooner you can get those started, the sooner you can head out.”

Hunter nodded. “Then that’s our next stop.”

You smile at the Captain standing off to the side. “Will you be escorting us this time, Captain?”

He grins at you. “Sadly, no, there’s other business requiring my attention - but this mouse droid will take you where you need to go.” A droid moves forward from a corner and chirps, rolling towards the door.

“Your majesty,” the Commander pulls your attention back. “Selfish of me to ask, I know, but while you’re aboard would you do me the honor of joining me for a meal? I love my brothers, but sometimes I need more… feminine company.” He furtively glances at your squad and winks at you. HAH.  So he could see what was going on.

You try to keep your grin from being too knowing. “I would be delighted, sir.”

“Good, I look forward to it.” He turns to the now strangely tense squad. “Thanks again, boys. Dismissed.”

You all salute before heading out the doors, following behind the tiny droid humming along. 

Crosshair strides up next to you angrily. “What was that?” 

Wrecker comes up to your left. “Yeah, did he just ask you to dinner? Like a DATE?”

You smirk internally. “No, you two, he’s not interested in women. He just wants a break from being surrounded by men. I know the feeling.” 

“Oh.” Wrecker says, taking this in. “Wait, so is the Captain, uh, like that too? 

“No... He was just so nice before, I wouldn’t mind his company.” You try to keep your answer innocent enough.

You might have fluttered your lashes a little too much. He grins and scoops you up with one arm, making you squeal. “What are you up to, babe?”

You smile down at him, nuzzling his face. “Just following orders.”

Hunter’s voice breaks the moment. “Wrecker, put her down. Now.”

"AWWWWOOOOoooooOOO!" You scowl over at him as Wrecker groans, setting you back on the floor. “Fine.”

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Arriving at the medbay is simple enough - getting the attention of one of the clones is harder. It’s a bit chaotic, for a medbay, and you’re barely even acknowledged as the moments drag by. 

You sidle up to Hunter, handing him your helmet. “I’ve got this, Sarge,” you say in a deeper, serious voice, like you’re wading into the trenches. He eyes you suspiciously as you walk towards a trooper with his face in a microscope, putting a little sway in your hips. Yes, Hunter can watch you 'handle it'.

The table is up to your waist- so you lean over it. You prop yourself up by your elbows, your chin resting on the back of one hand. You can't help but grin, thinking of your boys staring at your ass while you flirt with someone else.

“Excuse me, trooper.” 

The man before you looks up quickly, pulled from his work. “Oh, uh, ma'am, uh, hello, I’m sorry I was in my only little world there.”

You smile good-naturedly. “I know the feeling. What are you inspecting?”

“Oh, uh, the reactions of the antibodies we have between a bunch of our vaccines. Since there are several we need for upcoming missions, we want to administer as many as possible without overloading the immune system. Well, a clone immune system. Non-clones are a different story, of course. Though, with the information we gain from clone genetics, perhaps there is a way to include something else in the inoculation to bolster the non-clone immune system while it processes multiple vaccines at once, which would- Oh, uh, I’m sor-”

“Which would save the average non-clone quite a bit of money, if not just another trip to a physician,” you smile, your heart warming towards him. “That’s such a wonderful way to use your access to knowledge. On behalf of nat-borns everywhere, I thank you.”

He beams with gratitude and chuckles. “Just doin’ my duty, ma’am.” You watch as he takes you all in, a bashfulness falling over him at your positioning. He clears his throat. “So, uh, what can I help you with?”

“My squad and I are looking to get our inoculations, and you looked like the man to see, so…”

“Oh, yes! The Saila III mission.” He pauses, glancing at you with confusion. “You’re with the 99?”

You sigh dramatically. “Yes. Someone has to keep those boys in line.” You let your eyes roam over his waiting slides. “Sometimes I wish I could just stay in a lab, find a good partner and focus on helping others. I’m a little envious of you,” 

You see him swallow out of the corner of your eye. Flirtation: success. “I know the feeling.”

You look back at him with a coy smile, letting the moment drag on just a bit until: “So, trooper, those inoculations?”

“Oh! Right.” He quickly turns to his computer. “We can start with the first set now, their side effects are relatively mild.” He reaches below the tabletop, pulling out three hand-length boxes and pushing them towards you. “In one standard rotation, depending on your bodies’ reactions, we should be able to do the next batch. Though with a nat-born… this may take a bit longer than anticipated…” he frowns in thought, calculating timelines and reviewing requirements on his screen. “Twice the time. We’ll need you all to stay aboard and under supervision for at least four days.”

“Four?” You blink in surprise, remembering the briefing. “Does the Commander know this?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have my S.O. send him a report.” He looks at you, in his element. “We’ll see what we can do to get you out promptly - I know what you’re doing is important. We don’t want to hold you back, we just want to make sure you aren’t handicapped out on the field.”

You genuinely smile at the slight mirror of yourself. “I know the feeling. What’s your name?”

He blinks in surprise, the bashful returning. “Theo.”

“Theo.” You take him in, standing up and tapping lightly on the table. “Thank you, Theo. We’ll settle in and wait for further orders. I’m sure I’ll see you again.” You take the three boxes in hand and, with a winsome smile in his direction, turn and head back to your squad-

-who are all staring at you in varying states of “wtf”. Confusion, interest, jealousy, irritation, and amusement.

You internally preen. Perfect.

“Our timeline has been extended.”

Hunter hands you back your helmet. “What do you mean?”

You set it, your pack, and the boxes down on a free examination table and start setting up one dose of the first vaccine. “Apparently to properly inoculate all of us, we, well, mostly I, need to be under observation for four days to keep an eye on our symptoms.” You click the first syringe into your injector gun. “Who’s first?”

Crosshair steps forward angrily, taking the chance to get close to you. “Is that ALL he said?” he hisses, clearly having trouble reigning in his contempt. You ignore him, moving his undershirt aside to administer the dose.

“He said one standard rotation per dose, at least for clone bodies, and that’s for the 3 types of vaccines the Commander said we’d need.” You load in the next vaccine for Crosshair, applying it to the other side of his neck.

“That timeline suggests you will need them every other rotation.” Tech takes a moment to note the time and enter something into his data pad. “Excellent. Then we will need the barracks they’ve assigned to us for longer than intended.”

“And something to EAT!” Wrecker says as you lock in the next vaccine. “C’mon little droid, take us to some FOOD.” 

“Not yet, Wrecker,” you smile, injecting Crosshair’s third shot and waving the gun at him. “First thing’s first. And you’re next.”

His face drops. “AAWWWoooooooOOOOH! I HATE shots!”

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The little mouse droid beeps an encouragement as you exit the med bay and head down the hall, all of you following in slight formation. 

Hunter hangs back, cornering you the best way he can (you know, while walking out in the open). 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You blink at him sweetly. “Following orders.”

Oh, he’s not pleased with that answer. “I said to act like a regular squad, not flirt with every trooper you see.”

You drop the act, letting yourself speak plainly. “No, you said ‘find a way to get through it'. So I am. I WANT to be flirting with all of you, but I’ll make do with a few regs for now.” You look forward again. “Just trying to be good for you, Sergeant.”

“Hooo…” he shakes his head, almost chuckling in his frustration. “If you keep this up…”

You look at him again. “You’ll what? Punish me for following orders? You know what I say about ‘natural consequences', Hunter.” You make sure to meet his eyes. “Next time, Sergeant, be more specific. Or even better, lets talk about it and come up with something together. You know, like partners.”

He slows to a stop, letting you continue on. A quick glance behind shows he’s pensive - he’s heard you. You nod to yourself, satisfied as you move to catch up with your boys in time to enter the mess. 

The hall was busy, but not packed. Clones littered the tables in crews of 2 or 3, with a whole squad taking up a table here and there. You catch some of them glancing curiously at your crew before ducking in to whispers, but the air was far from hostile. 

Hm. That was a nice change.

“Alright, I’m starving!” Wrecker led the charge on the food line, the rest of you following. 

The fare is good (for ship life), and you take your favorites, finishing just before Tech. Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair have already claimed a table in the back, but you’re headed somewhere else today. You start to head towards a table just to the right of them.

“Where are you going?” Tech’s tone is curious more than anything.

You turn to him, your head indicating your destination. “To sit with some new faces.”

“That is out of the ordinary. As is much of your behavior today,” he observes thoughtfully, eyes searching your face. “What is your objective? Are you feeling alright?”

“Why, Tech,” you smile, batting your eyelashes. “I’m just following orders.”

You wink and spin on your heel, heading towards trouble, Crosshair’s glare burning into your shoulder blades.

You sidle up to the table. “Do you mind if I join you, boys?”

The table falls quiet.

The clone closest to you, sporting a GAR tattoo on his neck, blinks, glancing at his squad mates and then back to you “Uh…us? Really?”

The one across from him, shaved bald with an intricate pattern tattooed across his scalp, glances over at your squad and back to you. “What about the, uh… what about your squad?” You can hear a bit of a smirk in there. “Get into a fight?”

You glance behind you, feigning confusion. “What? Oh no, I see them all the time, sometimes I just need a change of company, you know? Hear some new stories, get 'the gos' circling around.”

“Really? Well, we’ve got some ‘good gos’ about- OW!” GAR tattoo glares across the table at bald tattoo, rubbing his calf underneath the table.

Bald tattoo keeps his eyes on you. “Sure… that makes sense. Guess not all natborns are used to keeping the same company.” He winces a bit. “Oh, uh, excuse me, ma’am-”

You sit down with a chuckle, leaning on one hand. “Trooper, I’m not some shiny. I know what a natborn is.”

He chuckles, and the entire table seems to relax. “Fair enough.” He reaches out his hand. “The names Dorn.”

You take it. “A pleasure, Dorn.” 

And you’re in.

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Hunter sits down amidst a squad in chaos.

Crosshair’s hiss is barely understandable through his clenched teeth. “What does she mean she’s following orders?”

Tech digs his fork into his food, thoughtful rather than perturbed. “I am not entirely sure. She did not elaborate before heading in that direction.”

Wrecker is so confused he hasn’t touched his food. “So we don’t even know what orders she’s following?”

Echo looks over at Hunter’s face, knowing eyes putting it together. “You know what she’s talking about.”

Hunter sighs as he picks up his carb, breaking it in half before looking over to where you’re laughing with the Commander’s boys. It all made sense now. Alright, he can acknowledge he had some growing to do. He got your point. Didn’t mean he liked the way you taught it to him.

“I got a com from Cody, said to be careful the way we act around the regs. Command was getting wind of our arrangement, was afraid they’d come asking questions.” He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he takes a bite of his bread. “I told her to take it easy today, act like a normal squad. She wasn’t happy, I told her to find a way through it, she asked if that was an order."

Echo smirks. “And you said yes.”

“Fell right into her trap,” Hunter acknowledged, shaking his head. “Just told me her way of getting through is flirting with the regs instead of us. She’s trying to teach me a lesson, but she’s probably using the chance to tease all of you at the same time.”

“Ah, yes,” Tech returns to eating, “and in a way that we are unable to react without causing suspicion. I am impressed.”

“I’m not.” Wrecker grumbles. “Just want to carry her off and mark her up. See if those regs flirt with her when they see she’s taken.”

Hunter’s intellect perks up; That’s right - HE couldn’t punish you for following orders, but Crosshair and the others could for causing trouble. He smirks to himself. Well, he could find loopholes, too.

“Crosshair.”

The Sniper side eyes him. 

“You warned her what happens when she’s a tease?”

Crosshair nods slightly.

“And would you boys all agree that she’s being a tease?”

Wrecker frowns. “OH yeah.”

Tech adjusts his goggles. “I believe I would agree with that, yes.”

“Then it looks like we’re in for an interesting night. Crosshair, you’re the lead on this. Got any ideas?”

Crosshair’s eyes slink back to you, a satisfied smirk slowly settling in. “Oh, do I.”

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The Core boys are a good bunch. They have you genuinely laughing- and maaaaybe you amp it up a little bit, throw in some general, harmless flirting every now and then? You get a few blushes, but neither side is forward enough to risk any misunderstandings. All in all, just fun.

You glance over to the squad to see the havoc you’ve wrought: oh, bliss. Crosshair is glaring absolute DAGGERS at you, Hunter is shaking his head, and Echo is slowly starting to get it. The next time… they’re heads are together in a huddle, with Hunter’s listening-to-strategy face peering at you. 

Uh oh.

“...by the C-quad always catches it, so he couldn’t-”

You turn back to Tor, the republic tattoo. “The C-quad?”

Dorn laughs. “That's what we call Commander Core and Captain Case. Four Cs, C quad. Much easier.”

You grin. “I get it, clever.”

You’re pulled back into the conversation with your tablemates for several more minutes until a slight shadow falls over you- Echo has made his way over. You glance at where he was sat to see that the rest of the batch has left already.

“Excuse me, brothers, I’ve come to claim our medic.” He looks at you with an amused ‘alright, play time’s over’ look on his face. “Joining us, your majesty?”

You give a dramatic sigh. “If I must. Pardon me boys, my subjects need me.” You stand and gather your dishes with a smile. “It’s been a pleasure.”

They all say goodbye kindly enough- but you don’t miss the curious looks they shoot between you and Echo.

You deposit your plates and head out of the mess hall.

“Good meal?” you smile at him.

He chuckles, shifting his helmet under his arm. “Any meal that isn’t ration bars is a win to me.”

You love his laugh. Then you remember your ‘uh oh’ moment. “What were you all talking about?”

“Our upcoming mission.” He looks over at you, amused. “How about you? Had some fun?”

You feel the blush, refusing to feel guilty. “Of course. Always nice to make new friends.” You glance at him curiously. “You were…ok with that?”

“Hm.” He glances at you with another amused smirk before looking forward again. “We’ll talk about it when we get to the barracks.”

Hm… interesting…?

You arrive at an unimpressive door and Echo enters in the keycode. The door whisks open to your quarters for the evening, revealing a fairly large room, all things considered - about half the size of the squad’s room on Kamino. There are 6 beds, two on each of the three walls, one on top, the other below, with standard gray GAR bedding. A large table takes up the center of the room, Hunter sitting at the head, arms crossed, and Wrecker sitting on his right, grinning from ear to ear. You look over them both, not sure what to expect.

As you look around for the others, Echo gestures at your back.

“Pack?” 

Well, he can’t be THAT angry with you, then. “Thanks Echo.” You take off your pack and hand it over to him. Glancing back, Wrecker’s grin has only widened.

Hmph. Your hands perch on your hips.

“Alright, Wrecker, what are you boys up to?”

You feel, rather than hear, the whisper by your ear.

“We should be asking you the same question, princess.”

Crosshair’s arm encircles the both of yours, pulling them behind your back, his free hand sliding up to your throat. “You have some serious groveling to do.”

You feel your arousal overtaken with surprise. “Cross- what are you-” 

He lightly squeezes your neck, just enough to get your attention. “You were told what being a brat gets you. Teased and tormented, remember?”

The fire lit inside you is too good to regret. “I-I was just following orders,” you look to Hunter, “right Sergeant?”

Hunter chuckles under his breath. “Hmph. Sure, you were following mine. But they don’t see it that way, do they?”

Oh that bastard. Well played. You gulp against the hand over your throat.

“See princess, Hunter might not be able to punish you,” Crosshair hisses in your ear. “But the rest of us can. And I’ll be showing them how to punish you properly.”

Wait, is this… ALL of them are going to do this? Together? At ONCE?? You can’t help it - you whimper.

“Getting the picture?” Crosshair smirks. “And in case you feel like continuing to be a tease, Hunter is going to sit right there and make sure you take your punishment - or you’re sleeping on the Marauder. Alone.”

Hunter leans forward, making sure you’re keeping eye contact with him.

“You understand, trooper?”

Your voice is a squeak against Crosshair's grip. “Y-yes, sir.”

He finally allows a smug smirk, leaning back to watch. “Remember, your word is meiloorun.”

Kriffing sith hells, here it goes.

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A/O/B verse Ghoap

(Dom)Beta!Ghost meets (Sub)Alpha!Soap who's a big flirt. M rated. Canon compliant to codmwii.

When Ghost hears about the new sergeant joining them, he's pays it no mind. Whether the man would be a hindrance or a help, was to be seen. Ghost worked best alone. While he could lead a squad easily, closer partnership was something he always sought to avoid. That said, the likelihood of the man being an annoyance was high and Ghost was not a gambling man.

MacTavish was apparently an Alpha, and Ghost wasn't about to bet on him not challenging Ghost's authority with some typical Alpha bullshite.

The world looked down on anyone who wasn't an Alpha. Betas while appreciated for their lack of pheromonal syndromes, were never one to be looked for leadership. They were seen as the workforce of the world, most higher ranked positions given to Alphas who were generally stronger, faster and some might even say smarter. Omegas weren't even considered for anything but breeding, the poor bastards.

Ghost didn't care about any of it.

Well to be exact, he didn't care insofar as it affected his job. He'd had many a man under his command sniff at him strangely and then open their useless mouth to decry being led by a Beta. Ghost had largely ignored their screeches, too focused on the mission to truly care. Those men never lasted long anyway.

He'd liked being a Beta. The strange smells, heats and ruts Ghost had heard about were just that—bizarre physical urges that created a scene Ghost was keen to avoid. He'd always thought Betas were made superior by not being controlled by their cocks or cunts. Ghost had seen many good men and women led astray by one whiff of something in the air. Emotions fraught on their faces as they abandoned all who they were as people and became savage animals.

The thought made him nauseated. To be at the whims of another person just because they smelt a certain way was pure insanity to him. Ghost was quite happy he never had to deal with any of that Alpha/Omega shite. He'd happily ignore the whole pheromonal debacle if it wasn't so prevalent every time he dealt with a new Alpha.

That's why when he actually does meet the man he's heard so much about–mostly from Price who never stopped bragging about this 'Soap's' achievements, or from Gaz who was apparently bossom brothers of a sort–he's fully taken aback.

He's short, is what he thinks first. Most alphas stood at least 6 feet tall. The sergeant was probably 7 inches shorter than him. Not that he's much to sneeze at either, Ghost being abnormally tall for even Alpha standards. But it's undeniable that for an Alpha, MacTavish was on the smaller side.

The second thing he notes, is that he looks soft. His face is soft, his demeanor is soft and his words are soft. It's an abrupt departure from the lean angularity that made up a stereotypical Alpha. Hell, even Gaz and Price who were both Alphas, had looked to be cut from the same stone. Acted like it too some days, exuding a comfortable confidence that couldn't be faked.

It was Ghost who stood out as a giant among the bunch, made more 'freakish' looking by his height and bulk. Aside from the others in 141, most Alphas felt threatened by him, like he'd try to steal their Omegas or their positions. He'd only laugh when they accused him of just that. Ghost wasn't interested. He never was.

This Alpha, however, takes one glance up at him and offers up his bare neck. Shadowed eyes looking up at him sweetly, pretty lashes fluttering. He gets a soft, "Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, Lt? Save ya a seat, sir..." And a slight tap to his chest (a fistbump of all things!).

Ghost is stunned. He eyes the openly barred neck the sergeant was proudly displaying to him. He's so utterly confused. Alphas tended to guard their neck at all costs. Their neck doubled up as a sensitive place for the bonds they would make or as a weak spot to instantly immobilize them. Offering up ones neck was considered a submission only given to Alphas higher up in their internal rankings or...

Ghost can't even think it. But he does, the sergeant winking at him while Ghost just stands there like an idiot with his mouth gaped open.

A barred neck was an invitation for something more intimate in nature. Something Ghost had only heard about in lurid whispers among the men. It was unheard of to have an Alpha do it for a Beta. It was even more unheard of for an Alpha to do it in plain sight of others, no less in front of the men they were to lead in a mission, 5 minutes from starting. It was dark, but not dark enough for everything to be hidden.

Despite himself, Ghost feels the stirrings of hunger deep within him. He wants desperately to take that smug look off of the Alpha's face, to have him writhing for more. To grab the man and bare his vulnerable throat further. Show Ghost more of that tan skin so carefully hidden amongst thick protective clothes.

He wants to take that submission being offered so prettily by the cocky Alpha right in front of him and cram it down his throat. Have him bouncing in his lap, insensate and screaming for more. Thrust up into that tight arse and watch as he cries fat tears down those soft, soft eyes of his. Then laugh as the Alpha struggles to fit his reddened lips over Ghost's length when he takes his mouth as well and makes him choke on it.

Ghost wants.

Soap takes one last glance at him and smirks. The other man seemed assured of whatever he saw from Ghost. He saunters off towards the transport, head held high. An Alpha to the core despite all the Very Not Alpha Behaviour he'd just shown Ghost.

"Fucking hell..." Ghost groans.

Shepherd barks, "Ghost, you copy?"

A slight pause. "Yes sir." Ghost chokes back, tongue thick in his mouth.

He can hear the worried concern coming from the older Alpha at Ghost's uncharacteristic fumbling.

"Any issues?"

Ghost has so many issues.

"Negative sir, out here." He growls, a headache growing at the thought of all the upcoming missions with Soap.

Fucking hell indeed.

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[b4tasquad]

RANKING THE BETA SQUAD & EXTRAS BY ATTRACTIVENESS:

thank you for tagging me bae @kennysboxergf <3

Authors note: some of this I know for a fact I’m hearing shit for but idk this is the only right way😛

10. HARRY PINERO

It wouldn’t be b4tasquad without some hp no sauce slander. This guy gets on my nerves so much I have a list of violations I would throw in his face if I was to ever meet that bitch. And it’s not like he’s fine enough to talk about others? Like boy you out here with a non distinguishable hair line and a whole kid trynna act 21 without no kid😐

9. ANESONGIB

Nothing against him, like at all. I just really don’t find him that attractive tbh. And I’ve never really paid attention to him when he’s not in beta squad videos or with em so don’t know him. Kinda looks like the guy from ratatouille but cute tho.

8. JOHNNY CAREY

He’s not ugly? Just not really my type. Really funny in footasylum videos alongside the ones he’s in on the beta squad channel, but like I said not really my type. Kinda feel like he still plays Fortnite and lives in his mamas basement. He has his moments tho, and sometimes his drip be good.

7. DARKEST MAN

now listen… especially ally. I love Darkest with my whole being istg. I find him super attractive and he’s my man frfr… but compared to the others above him I just can’t put him anywhere else😭 but he’s so funny and fine. just wish he had hair…

6. KING KENNY

Very attractive especially with a durag on omg🤭but I’m very much a hair and face combo girl. Like a guy has to have good hair and be handsome to be rated top tier to me🤷‍♀️ Kenny’s super attractive… but lacks in the hair department

5. CHUNKZ

my man love love love his fine ass. i think I’d actually faint on the spot if he opened his mouth and spoke because he’s so fucking fine I’m just😧😧 would but him higher if he had the hair and and face combo…

4. SHARKY

SUPER SUPER SUPER FINE. ISTG and I know some of you are going to hate me for this… but he’s not the finest in the beta squad??? let’s be fr rn. his style is so nice, he’s super handsome but girls he’s not the finest goodbye. Love me some sharky tho

3. YUNGFILLY

idc what you guys have to say about this one. filly has been and will always be fine. if he has 10 fans I’m one of them, if he has one that’s me and if he has none… better believe someone killed my ass😛 he’s so caring, boyfriend material, fine, and stylish. he’s so Abby’s man coded

2. AJ SHABEEL

my man my man my man. all of you know id go to war for my bae. people do him so dirty and I just DONT STAND FOR IT. he’s everything a girl (aka me) needs and I’d do anything for him. his hair is such a bonus cause omfg I want to run my hair through it and the highlights in it??? FUCK YESS

1. NIKO OMILANA

he’s been my bae since day one. I stared watching them because of him, and I’ll continue to watch for him too. he’s the finest most delicious scrumptious guy there is, and I better not hear anyone arguing. there’s never been a discussion. I’ve heard to many “sharky and niko are both the finest.” “Sharky is finer.” NO HES NOT LMAO🙄🙄 the day everyone realises that niko legit has everything. height, hair, face, body im gonna laugh at you??? sign me tf uppppp

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Now or Never!

Game: Splatoon Series et al

Hi :3 Mod Cat Flopter here. I was too busy sleeping in a sunbeam to post until now, but I’m here with an oddball.

Now or Never! is an iconic song by the band Squid Squad, one of the first popular rock bands in the Splatoon world! Now or Never plays in the last minute of a Turf War in all three Splatoon games, as well as at other times in other forms.

The first hint of Now or Never! that world saw was at E3 2014, a weird boogie that helped show off Splatoon (for the Wii U console!!)

The Beta version of Now or Never! is unavailable in a clean quality. Most of the footage has ink flying everywhere! However, one intrepid fan recreated the sound on youtube :3

The original track goes for even more of a hard rock sound than the final Now or Never! This song REALLY tells you to Ink or Sink down the rankings, and Splattack the enemy to win! However, it doesn't quite sound like a Squid Squad song to me, with a lack of their trademark vocalist and the synthesizers Splatoon is known for. Overall, I like the finished Now or Never! betta, but the changes have me Kracken Up!

The finished Now or Never! by Squid Squad, which debuted in Splatoon 1, is such an iconic piece of Splatoon that it's hard to imagine the game without it.

The track is high energy and establishes lots and lots and lots of Splatoon's sound, from the rock influences, to the synths, to the inklish vocals and the energy! To quote a cool video, it's loud, bold, and Booyah! (please imagine a guitar riff!) I'm just a little guy and I don't know music theory so please watch this video instead https://youtu.be/38h8eudzy7k

it's only 11 Now or Never!s long, it's a good use of your time.

Squid Squad is soooo creative for soming up with this song all on their own :3

Next is the Squid Sisters’ splatfest cover of Now or Never!

With more of a Jpop feel, the Squid Sisters change up the sound immensely, going for MORE synths and a BUBBLEGUM feel! It’s so cool. I bet the original creators of Now or Never! Were so happy when they heard this cover by a famous band!!

The next iteration is a slightly altered live performance by the Squid SIsters from 2016!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxkKUbNnXKE&t=326s

The song is modified to be extended in this version, although i have to say- too much of a good thing :c. The new sections that aren’t just a loop of the original song are interesting evolutions, but they’re sadly a small part of the performance.

Next up is an era shift! The Splatoon 2 Global Testfire (2017) had its own version of Now or Never! This came with a shift in bands and an overall higher push for Splatoon marketing within other Nintendo games, such as Super Smash Brothers Ultimate and Mario Kart 8 Deluxe! Its so cool that Squid Squad let Wet Floor cover their original song, and I'm excited to tell you about it!

With an obvious and notable shift in vocals, the Splatoon 2 Global Testfire Now or Never! also brings a shift in energy from the Squid Squad version, slowing the song down and bridging the gap between the Squid Squad and Wet Floor versions of the song. It adds even more synths to the composition, pushing it towards a western poppy feel over the rock and jpop versions of Splatoon 1.

And here’s the finished version!

It pulls back on the synths to pre-splatoon 1 levels and boosts the crowd section, adding in a ska feel. The classic guitar and drum kit are even more prominent here than in the Squid Squad version, which has both benefits and drawbacks. For one, the Splatoon sound is a fusion of both rock and synths, so scaling it back to more conventional instruments for the genre it’s aiming for is to the game’s detriment. On the other, my cat flopther (father cat flopter) has made me a big fan of classic rock all my life, so I can’t be too mad at moving Now or Never! In that direction.

On the other hand, Off the Hook’s version of Now or Never is…

Oh. Oh no.

:c

It’s the same issue I have with the other version of Now or Never! In Splatoon 2, but it’s also I think a bad song for Off the Hook. Sorry to fans of lesbianism everywhere, but this just doesn’t sound like an Off the Hook song to me, and although the bubblegummy synth composition works for a Japanese pop band like the Squid SIsters, it doesn’t quite vibe for an American hip-hop, as well as pulling back on Splatoon’s unique sound. The brassy sound at the very beginning is cool, though, and the homage to Marina's inspriation is nice!

Although I’ve been speaking in timeline order up to now, I have to admit something.

I skipped two (2!) Now or Never!s. Actually, I skipped one Bouyant Bougie and I’m going to talk about Ebb and Flow as well in this section.

Being a story mode song, Buoyant Boogie appeared before the Splatfest exclusive Off the Hook Now or Never! on day 1.

Buoyant Boogie is a Now or Never!; it samples the Squid Sisters’ Now or Never! and even includes backwards vocals from Callie, hinting at her story mode fate, which is cool. :3 The song additionally only lasts one minute before looping. Also, Turquoise October ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!

In Octo Expansion, the final battle is a Turf War on the NILS statue. For two minutes, Fly Octo Fly plays, then at one minute remaining, it transitions into Ebb and Flow. At the time, many people called this a Now or Never!

However, Ebb and Flow is NOT a Now or Never!. It’s an Ebb and Flow. Although it’s cool symbolically, it’s its own song and Off the Hook doesn’t need to be bound by tradition!! THEY GET TO MAKE THEIR OWN COOL MUSIC OK!!

sorry none of these videos are available btw

Okay so next is the first not a Splatoon game Now or Never!, Mario Kart 8 Deluxe (2017)’s Now or Never!

This song plays on the Urchin Underpass battle stage when one minute is left in the match. Interestingly, this is the only Now or Never that is shorter than a minute- The Final Lap jingle takes up four seconds, so the song itself is sped up to accommodate. It’s modeled after Squid Squad’s Now or Never, which is fitting for a Splatoon 1 exclusive stage!

In fact, it feels like a lot of appearances of Now or Never! are almost identical to Squid Squad’s Now or Never!. Here are the rest of them:

Tetris 99 (2019)’s Splatoon Theme’s “10 players left” music

Wait, that’s it?

Yeah! Surprisingly, Now or Never! Is usually remixed. Even though Squid Squad’s iconic and original cover of the song is the most popular, most appearances pay tribute to them instead of keeping their sound 100% the same. Take Super Smash Brothers Ultimate’s Now or Never for example. It’s worse than the original! I’m not even going to pretend to link to it! It’s bad!

The Splattack cover, though, is fresh and new! A jazzy, big band vibe that samples Now or Never! in the same jazzy style. Although it’s far from my favorite Now or Never! it’s something new, something that I’d be excited to see in a Splatoon game. Perhaps an Ink Theory cover? Regardless, it’s an interesting evolution of this Strange Splatoon Entity.

Meanwhile, the The Super Smash Brothers Ultimate remix of Now or Never! itself is……….

….

…

…

bad.

it’s so bad

Sorry, Spikey, do I have to talk about this?

“Yes, Sorry Mod Cat Flopter! You said you wanted to talk about all versions of Now or Never!”

Ok, fine :(

I will continue not even pretending to link this. It’s so bad. zero tension. only nominally a Now or Never!. An infinite Now or Never! would be a good thing, you would think.

Next is the Taiko no Tatsujin Switch Splatoon 2 Medley. A compilation of two original Wet Floor songs (Rip Entry and Turf Master) and their Now or Never! cover. It starts about a minute into the song, not a minute from the end, strangely enough! It’s the middle song of the three!

Off the Hook Live! at Polymanga 2018 This is one of the BEST versions of this song. Take a listen for yourself: https://youtu.be/-i9GTp3Mp30

With the Squid Sisters and live band members here, they use ACTUAL INSTRUMENTS along with the synths, the Splatoon style that I love so much. With a fresh new intro to the song and lots of extensions that continue to ramp up tension, this version of the Squid Sisters’ classic is the height of this song in my opinion!! it’s sooooooo gooooood!! The record scratches in the beginning to lead into the song itself, the electric guitar, the DRUMS!! that kick in at around thirty seconds in. Pearl dabs. THIS is how you extend Now or Never! to four minutes.

Okay, now the SPLATOON 2 FINAL FEST CHAOS VS ORDER NOW OR NEVER!

A second collaboration between Off the Hook and the Squid Sisters, this Now or Never! takes after the Off the Hook cover of the Squid Sisters’ cover of the Squid Squad cover, with both bands providing vocals. With the Squid Sisters here, this version of Off the Hook’s cover is… less bad. Not as good as the other way around, but still better than before. I like it when squids sing :)

Fast-forward three years to Splatoon 3! The third game in the series had, fittingly, three versions of Now or Never! At launch.

First of all, the Deep Cut cover. This chaotic cultural fusion combines the Brazilian, Middle-Eastern, Indian, and classic Japanese influences of the three members of Deep Cut! I’m only one of those things, so I will not comment on how well they pulled this off! All I know is that I really like this song, and that Shiver and Frye are lesbians as fuck. The same guy from before has a video on this one too! I’ll link that instead of posting a not available image. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ebqBmL53UQ

Now! Wham!

Flashback to when I posted about the Infinite Now Or Never in Smash Ultimate!

This one IS an infinite Now or Never! The Tableturf 3 turns remaining theme is a modified infinite Now or Never! In the Tableturf sound style, with Onward! cutting in multiple times through the song. If Now or Never! represents the Turf Warring denizens of the Surface, and Onward! represents the octarian army, this tune is perfect for the Splatlands, where both live in Harmony (tee hee! Get it? :3) and have for generations. Pretty cool if you ask me!

Last but certainly not least, but certainly not last-

C-Side’s Now or Never!

While writing this post (this has taken a long time!) New information came to light! Beika, the lead of C-Side, has claimed to be the first creator of Now or Never! THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING!!!! And it makes perfect sense! C-Side’s Now or Never! Is pure rock, a decision that sets it apart from other Splatoon music, which always involve synths!! This perfectly reflects the change in setting from the trendy high tech big city to the grungy desert! It’s SO GOOD!! Not the best Now or Never! (I do prefer Splatoon’s unique style!) But it’s hard to beat the original! But it’s also easy to beat the original! I love you C Side!!!!

Okay, this has been Mod Cat Flopter, Logging Off! :3 see you next week!!

p.s. ichiya is a stupid bastard

[vashtijoy]

index of meta posts

Quick index of my meta posts.

Indexes: [two] [three] [third semester] [akechi's confidant]

The script I work from (which I did not make!) is here—page down to "Persona 5 Royal".

new posts

Akechi knows Mona talks all along. (posted 2024/04/18)

Jose's star doesn't fade unless you establish a romance route. (posted 2024/04/16)

Did Akechi really say "Don't troll me online"? (posted 2024/04/01)

What exactly is Akechi famous for, and how long has he been famous? Also, can Akechi access Mementos? (updated 2024/03/30)

[P5R artbook] On Akechi's wish. (posted 2024/03/29)

How does the use of honorifics compare between the Japanese and English releases? (posted 2024/01/26)

[twitter] Material from the betas. (posted 2024/01/23)

Shido's Palace: what do the posters say? Also, Shido and Akechi and their top buttons. (updated 2024/01/22)

How would Akechi and Mishima get on? (posted 2024/01/18)

Did Akechi awaken to Robin Hood or Loki first? (posted 2024/01/18)

translation and language posts (incomplete)

Did Akechi really say "Don't troll me online"? (posted 2024/04/01)

How does the use of honorifics compare between the Japanese and English releases? (posted 2024/01/26)

Shido's Palace: what do the posters say? Also, Shido and Akechi and their top buttons. (posted 2024/01/14)

Rank 5: what did Akechi really say? Also, notes from the Spanish translation. (posted 2024/01/10)

Terms of address: what do the squad call Maruki? (posted 2023/12/29)

[my translation] Deleted scene: Akechi at the refuge in February. (posted 2023/12/05)

8/28 and 9/13: Was Akechi really in state foster care? (updated 2023/11/20)

Akechi's deepest fear: "It's too late, I'm going to die." (posted 2023/11/12)

[translation] Akechi's P5T character trailer. (posted 2023/11/08)

Ann's confidant, rank 9: "you have the others". (posted 2023/10/20)

1/2: Joker's "true form" responses in Maruki's Palace. (posted 2023/10/19)

Haru: "we'll just take him out again". (updated 2023/10/19)

What song did Ryuji and Morgana originally sing in Mementos? (posted 2023/09/21)

"you trusted no one": life in single-player mode. (posted 2023/06/09)

Followup ask: "one for your lies, and one for your hate". (posted 2023/06/15)

Followup ask: is it rather Loki who represents lies, and vice versa? (posted 2023/06/15)

6/5: "pleasant boy". (posted 2023/06/06)

A karisuma X is not a "charismatic X". (posted 2023/06/05)

aijin kankei: Akechi's mother's relationship with Shido was more like sex work than a love affair. (posted 2023/06/03)

On translation: 4/10 and Shido's Palace: "a diplomat and some company president"? (posted 2023/05/28)

Does Akechi really say "the same strategy used in romance"? (posted 2023/05/27)

Character speech modes. Also, is Yoshizawa addressing her persona during her awakening? (posted 2023/05/12)

"Phan-site", "phandom", "phanboy", etc. (posted 2023/05/04)

Translation: the list of incidents in the background of the 4/10 cinematic. (posted 2023/04/22)

No, Akechi doesn't say "welp". (posted 2023/04/17)

Morgana uses wagahai, because he is, after all, a cat. (posted 2023/04/11)

The difference between a "phantom thief" and a "gentleman thief" in the localisation. (posted 2023/04/06)

"cursed child": "a child whose birth was unwanted". needs possible updating for negative suffering passive not being a thing (would remove "inflicted on the mother") (posted 2023/02/15)

Shido describes himself as making Akechi "dance", and Akechi later describes himself as compelled to dance. (posted 2023/02/15)

Cognitive Akechi: it's "you wanted Shido to love you." (updated 2023/07/01)

What's a change of heart called in Japanese? (posted 2023/02/03)

"the fish are beautiful": Joker's impromptu diversion at the aquarium. (posted 2023/01/20)

"good-girl type of pushover": what's going on here and wtf is he trying to say. (posted 2023/01/07)

[levi-my-beloved]

The Ackerbond Chapter 5 (Part Two): The Ackerbond Grieves

Pairing: Canon!Levi x F!Reader

Warnings: Grieving process, nightmareish scenes, SMUT, oral (f!receiving), body worship (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), Levi cumming untouched cuz man is pussy whipped, just a lot of sad shit in this chapter.

A/N: it’s sad yo.

Thank yous go to!!!! The wonderful beta-crew @peace-for-levi @levmada AND @poisonpeche , y’all are serious doing me a solid here, cuz idfk what i would do without y’all <3

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The second Levi slid from his horse, the search was on. Limping frantically through the ranks of the injured and the dead, he searched for you, all the while pleading for you down the bond. Eyes wild, breath stuttering, his ankle in screaming agony, he searched for you until he found not you, but Hange.

“Have you seen her?” Hange whirled to the sound of his desperate voice, tilting their head in confusion.

“Who?”

Levi managed to choke out your name, but Hange’s expression fell sombre. Solemn. As if they were already grieving. “Levi… Your squad are–”

“I know about my fucking squad, she wasn’t with them. If you haven’t seen her, quit wasting my time.” He hissed, limping away to continue his search. He didn’t care if Hange figured it out. Didn’t care if that famous dawning of realisation had settled on their features as he stormed away. He reached out through the bond again, pounding on that wall between you, screaming your name. You couldn’t be lost. You couldn’t be gone. He couldn’t bear that. So many things Levi has managed to deal with. So many things he’s worked through, fought through, spent his life dedicating towards. He couldn’t lose you. Not you.

‘Think of it as life finally paying its debt back to you. You get to spend the rest of your life with a really hot soulmate. That’s me by the way, hi.’

He refused to entertain the tears that pricked his eyes, your smile blinding his mind’s eye. You were supposed to be with him for the rest of his life. You were supposed to be by his side. He hadn’t told you he loved you. You left him before he could. Another permanent spear to his heart, your name engraved in the steel. 

There were too many people around to scream, though his lungs burned with the urge. His legs were barely capable of holding him up as he stopped by the bloodsoaked line of four bodies. Four familiar lumps of nothing beneath canvas wraps. He let his knee buckle, landing heavily on the grass before his fallen friends. You were missing. You weren’t with them. Where the hell were you? At least the universe could answer him that. Could at least offer him that closure. 

‘Don’t let go.’

That’s what you pleaded to him that day. The day the spark between you caught alight. It had been growing ever since into the scorching blaze of the bond. He promised you he wouldn’t. He would never let go of you. Even now you’re gone, he wouldn’t let go. Bloodied hands holding the fraying rope tying you to him. He would never let go of you. 

Taking a knife from his boot, he severed the Wings of Freedom patch from the nearest body, knowing from a quick glance it was Petra’s. Though he knew he would have to take Eld’s as well. Even if you weren’t coming back to him, he had to take it for you. For the next time he would see you. He’d carry it with him when he joined you. 

His heart tore at his throat. 

Struggling back to his feet, Levi let himself take a strangled breath, his windpipe swollen in grief. He didn’t want to acknowledge somebody was awaiting his attention behind him. He just wanted the world to melt away. Just wanted to collapse back into your arms. But that would never happen again. 

“Captain Levi, Sir?” The man behind him sounded no older than a teen, and no more timid than a baby rabbit. Voice trembling as he fought to address the grieving captain. Levi would feel sorry for him if he had more pity to spare.

“What?”

He cleared his throat. “Section Commander H-Hange mentioned y-you were looking for someone? They sent s-some of their squad looking and we think we’ve found her, Sir.” Levi didn’t dare hope. Didn’t dare dream. He hadn’t even been told whether you were alive yet. Didn’t even know for sure if it was you. But, despite himself, his breathing picked up.

“Where?” 

“In the m-medical tent, sir. The field m-medics are doing what they can.” He didn’t want to know what that meant, didn’t mean to push past this trembling soldier as he limped a beeline towards the temporary tent, all the while trying not to get his hopes up. It might not be you. It might not be you.

It might not be you.

…

Holy fucking Walls, it was you. 

Caked in dried blood and filth, it was you, clear as day. Your chest rising in shallow puffs, your eyes sealed closed. But you were here. You were alive. Various lacerations tore at your clothes and flesh, and he could see where they’d had to cut away your wires, but he couldn’t give less of a shit at this moment. 

You were fucking breathing. 

He assumed that your unconscious state must be obstructing the bond, trusting that the wall would fall away when you came back to consciousness. He didn’t know how he managed to assume any of this, not when he could barely comprehend the fact you hadn’t left him. He slowly limped over, terrified that if he moved too fast, he’d awaken from this hallucination and you wouldn’t be there. But even as his legs gave out and he fell to his knees, you didn’t fade away. Regardless of all the eyes in the tent, he took your dirty, bloody hand in his own, and pressed a shaky kiss to your knuckles. 

He didn’t care, couldn’t give less of a damn, that you were still grimy from the field. Not when his fingers felt your pulse on your wrist. He finally, finally loosened his grip a fraction on his composure, letting slip as many tears as he could spare. He didn’t want to cry over you being alive, but he’d never felt such overwhelming relief in his life. So many times grief had played with his heart, it was such a strange sensation to feel it enveloped by hope. 

Smoothing back your matted locks, Levi couldn’t help but think you looked too peaceful like this. He knew you were alive, he knew you were breathing, but it was just… too familiar. He was so lost in his head he didn’t notice the medic hovering around your body, bandages and sutures in hand. She cleared her throat meekly, bringing him back to reality.

“‘Scuse me, Captain. I, uh, sorry– I just need to take a look at her, sir.” He knew the cuts about your arms and legs would need seeing to, knew you likely had a few nasty bruises that would need salves, but the thought of leaving you after he’d found you again… it was something he was willing to consider. Though he shuffled back slightly, keeping his hand in yours to allow the medic to do her work. 

“Do it then.” He didn’t look up, eyes glued to your chest in case your breathing were to slow or cease completely. But when she didn’t get to work, Levi looked up in irritated confusion. You needed help. Why wasn’t she helping you?

“You’re making a few of the soldiers nervous, sir. It’s, uh, not good for recovery.” 

Levi sighed heavily, despising the effect he had on people. “Then is there anywhere more private we can go?” He asked, unable to tame the defeat from his tone. She looked uneasily from his face to the tent entrance. Levi knew what she wanted, what she needed from him, but it was out of the question. “She’s the last remaining member of my squad. I’m not leaving her side.” 

Her gaze rapidly oscillated between you and him, as if trying to see past a puzzle, before understanding dawned in her eyes. Levi looked back down to you, squeezing your hand lightly. He just wanted you to wake up now. Whilst seeing you alive was more than he could ever ask for, he wanted you back with him. 

“I can take her to the medical supplies tent. It’s not ideal, but it’s away from everyone else.” She spoke a little softer now, more gently. Levi knew she’d guessed at that point, but nodded anyway. It was dangerous to pick you up. He knew it was. But honestly? In light of recent events? He didn’t trust anyone else to do it. Hooking his elbows beneath your knees, he hoisted you into his embrace, his other arm cradled around your back. He hoped to the fucking Walls this wasn’t the last time he would carry you like this. 

It wasn’t too far, only a short hobble to the white canvas opposite, where he lay you down gingerly, wary of your slashed flesh and obvious injuries. The medic looked impressed as she knelt next to you, already laying out her tools on one of the various crates. It took a little more effort for Levi to descend comfortably, his ankle barking agony in protest as he sat up against a box, retaking your hand in his. 

Though he fucking hated seeing you like this, he couldn’t help but feel grateful you were unconscious as the first prick of the needle slid through the tender skin around the laceration on your thigh. This was better than seeing you in visible discomfort. It was quite methodical, rhythmic almost, in the way she punctured and pulled, sewing the most serious gash closed stitch by stitch.

The comfort was broken by the smallest tap in his chest. He stopped breathing, needing complete silence to confirm what he both hoped and dreaded.

He thought he was going insane for a few charged moments, before he felt it again. Two this time. The beginnings of a pulse. A dull ache made itself known in his side and back, growing with the rhythm of the heartbeat. Your heartbeat, right there next to his. You were coming round. Levi winced as various strips of his skin burned fire, noticing how they corresponded to the lashes on your body. This thigh screamed agony as his heart leapt in his chest.

–...’Vi?–

The medic tilted her head as Levi canted forward to you, cupping your cheek in his palm and smoothing over your filthy brow. 

–I’m here. I’m with you, I’m right here.– He soothed, casting a throwaway glance to the confused soldier. “She’s waking up.” He said as a way of explanation. And as if on cue, your features scrunched in discomfort, and you opened your bleary eyes. 

Everything hurt. You didn’t even know it was possible for this many things to hurt. Your back, your ribs, your arms, legs, chest. Your chest specifically. Something felt torn inside. Shredded and left to hang loose. Trying to move, you found yourself locked in place, both by pain, and a hand firm against your shoulder. 

“Don’t.” Levi whispered, shifted so he could gently place your head in his lap. You winced slightly, but made no more sounds as your eyes focused on his face, desperately searching his expression. Your memory was clouded, disjointed like a fractured mirror. 

“Where’s the squad?” You managed to choke out through your scratchy voice, throat like sandpaper from disuse. “Eld, is he–?” Levi looked away, and you read everything he needed to tell you. 

Fuck, this pain was unbearable. In his body, in his chest. His heart ripped in three, once for you, and again for your grief. He could tell you couldn’t quite remember what happened. Not yet. But you would. Like with your past, your mind couldn’t shelter you forever. Sooner or later, you were going to crack, and he would honestly rather it be sooner than later. 

“What do you remember?” He asked softly, smoothing your cheekbone with his thumb as you fought your memory.

“I– There was a scream. But not a human one, a titan one. Like Eren’s but, different,” you started, and Levi already knew where you were. When the Female called for backup. “I wanted to go back, but Eld told me it was okay. You were okay. That was when you told me she’d escaped, and she was likely a shifter. We kept going, but Gunther c–” You stopped, that sickening squelch of metal through flesh ringing in your ears as you started to remember. “Gunther– he… whoever it was cut cleanly through his throat. He was dead before we could even turn around.” 

You needed to distance yourself. Separate your emotions from your memories. This was a necessary recounting of events, no matter how painful it was. You locked it away, all your pain, all your grief, and continued. 

“We told Eren to keep going. That we could handle it. Turns out we couldn’t. We’d managed to take out her eyes and render her limbs useless, but we underestimated her. We were going for the neck when her eye opened again. I was out of sync. It was my fault he–” this was something you couldn’t bury. The blood coating your body wasn’t yours. 

“He died saving my life. I was dead. Now I’m not. But I should be. Maybe I am.” Managing short sentences was about as much as you could do right now. Everything just felt so numb. “He had so much blood. So… there was so much. I didn’t even… There was so much. She spat him out. Like he tasted bad. Maybe he did.” 

Levi didn’t know what to do. You seemed so far away despite sitting right in front of him. Your emotions confused him. There was nothing coming from you. He couldn’t feel anything now. You were completely empty again. You were empty last time because you truly became vacant. But you were still here. You were still present and responsive.

You were just feeling nothing. 

“I’m sorry–”

“This wasn’t your fault–”

“–you’ve felt like this before. I know what you meant now. I never felt like I should have died with Ilse, because I could have saved her. But I shouldn’t be here now,” you paused, and the next time you spoke, Levi’s blood froze. “How is this fair?”

He couldn’t answer. Not when every answer he had for you was selfish. ‘Because you’re still here. You’re still with me. We still have each other. I wouldn’t have continued without you. I couldn’t.’

Whether you heard him or not, you didn’t show, and Levi didn’t know what he hoped for.

“What do we do now…?” 

His resolve cracked there and then. He’d refrained from holding you in case it triggered some kind of reaction, but hearing you sound so broken, so defeated tore him to pieces. The medic silently kept working, though you showed nothing of the pain he was feeling and gritting his teeth against. Maybe you were too numb to feel anything right now. 

“We keep fighting for them. We move forward. And we don’t look back.”

“Levi…?” It was Hange behind him, but instead of dread in his heart, he found relief. At least he wouldn’t have to try and tell them now. He barely separated from you as he looked up, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead before meeting their eyes properly. 

He found not Hange’s smile of overexcited glee, but rather their brows pinched in soft understanding. They must have suspected something beforehand, since they looked instead like something had just been confirmed.

“What?”

“Erwin’s ordered we head out and return to Trost. The expedition has been considered a failure.” 

Levi’s chest ignited with a fury that didn’t belong to him. Whipping his head down to you, he could see it in your firelight gaze as you fought to stay lying down.

“The fuck do you mean a failure? Just what exactly did we set out to do here? Get half the fucking regiment murdered and then return?” You were shaking again, but not out of shock. Out of pure, unbridled rage. “Tell me they died for a reason.” 

You raised your glare to Hange, a sick satisfaction found in their speechlessness. “Fucking tell me. Say it. Go on!” 

Levi placed a placating hand back on your shoulder. You shrugged it off, managing to rise into a sitting position against the wishes of the suddenly frantic medic. “You can’t, can you? You can’t, because they died for no fucking reason. We didn’t gain anything from this. You and the Commander think you can just throw bodies at a problem and solve it. But it just results in more fucking death!” 

Your head was pounding now, blood roaring in your ears as you unleashed yoru grieving rage, the sacrifices they made for apparently no fucking reason. You’d lived. You’d lived. And you hated everything for it. 

“Stop it. You’re not thinking straight. You need to—” Levi instantly knew it was the wrong move the second you staggered to your feet, whirling to him.

“Don’t you fucking dare tell me to calm down. Don’t you fucking dare. Tell me they didn’t die in vain. Either of you. You can’t, so don’t fucking tell me to stop just because I’m bold enough to say what everyone else is fucking thinking!” you spat, seething venom at your two superiors, pointing an accusational at Hange. “Your fucking trap failed—”

“That’s enough.” Levi tried.

“And you LEFT US.”

A splitting pain cracked through your skull, your vision flashing white as you were taken back to the moment you almost died. 

Although you did. Eld didn’t get to you in time, and it was your body severed in two. Your blood showering a screaming Eld. Your torso spat out like rotten food. The series of events that would have happened had Levi not stepped in. What would have happened had he not entrusted your protection to the blonde. 

Levi saw it too, cradling his head with his hand as the pain subsided and his vision returned. You were standing, wide-eyed, your palm braced against your temple as Hange looked between you, utterly baffled. 

But he knew what had happened. You’d doubted. Again.

Your arm fell limp by your side as you processed. And processed, and processed. Everything playing in your head like a storybook. 

You felt Levi go to take your hand, but you jerked it away. You couldn’t. Not here. Not yet. Maybe soon. But not yet. 

“Why didn’t you tell me? The plan. You knew and you didn’t tell me. Why?” You demanded, your voice shaking.

Levi looked to Hange, lost in his answer. “I– It wouldn’t have been fair. None of the other’s knew.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise I was just an ‘other’ to you.” The venom you were spitting burned holes in his chest, his heart hissing and cringing with the pain. 

“You know that’s not true.” He tried quietly.

“Do I? Because it sure as shit looks that way. And I’ll be sure to remember it the next time you abandon your fucking squad and leave them to die. 

“You ask me if I trust you. Let me turn the question around. Do you trust me?” Your eyes held a desperate, burning anger he’d only seen in extreme situations, and never towards him. It rendered him completely voiceless. The pain only worsened when your expression shifted to utter, soul-shattering heartbreak as he didn’t respond, and showed no signs of answering. 

“Then I’m not sorry.” You whisper.

Levi felt like he’d been physically struck by you, too stunned to go after you as you barely limped from the tent, hand cradling your busted side. The wall between you had crumbled away, and now Levi could see, clear as day, what was happening. Though as if through frosted glass. He couldn’t get to you. Everything comforting sensation he tried to send through the bond fell flat, rejected, against the new barrier. 

Your heart still beat in his chest, but it was out of rhythm. Out of sync, not for the first time today. 

He didn’t know. He couldn’t tell if you genuinely blamed him. But after seeing your death? He actually thought you did. He couldn’t feel you well enough to be sure, but he wouldn’t blame you if you did. It was partly his fault. He should have been faster in replenishing. He should have returned back to you quicker. He should have checked in more after your initial exchange. He should have fucking told you.

Maybe if he had they’d still be alive, and you wouldn’t have shut him out. 

“Levi—”

“She’s got a point.”

It was Hange’s turn to provide the comforting shoulder grab. “She doesn’t. Armin thinks he has an idea, but wants to be back at HQ when he says it. He thinks he knows who the Female is.”

Levi wished you were around to have heard that. He wished you would have lingered around long enough to hear that. But he didn’t blame you, once again. 

You’d just lost your best friends. Your support system. All of them were gone. 

And it was his fault.

The wall of the barracks shook as you slammed your door. You found comfort in your rage, found comfort in the way your split knuckles pummelled the wood, satisfaction found in the splinters. Tearing at bed-sheets, ripping at your own clothes, you lost yourself to your pain. You couldn’t feel anything, but you could feel everything. Your throat tearing as you scream, pulling down the dresser until the mirror shattered to pieces, fragments of sharp glass scattering across the floor dragged you up and down into terror. 

Knees cracked as your legs buckled, scrambling back into the dark corner of the room, you awaited her voice. Awaited her punishment. Your ribs seared as you dragged your knees up to your chest, trembling in fear. Nothing made sense. You could barely tell where you were, stuck somewhere between the nightmare of your head and the nightmare of reality. You held yourself until the ringing stopped, and all you could hear was your own pathetic sniffling. 

You gained enough courage to raise your head, eyes catching on a loose wad of silky cloth splayed onto the ground, a folded note barely having avoided the shattering glass. You crawled, sobbing lightly as your injuries screamed at you, having blown out the stitches in your thigh from your crazed flailing. Fingers scooped the fabric, bringing it close to you, and your eyes widened in recognition. Frantically you snatched the note, splitting it open and scanning the familiar writing. 

Hey,

You totally got me. It was for you. Please don’t hang me with it. Maybe you could wear it as a cravat to my wedding? I hope I’ve asked you by the time you see this. 

Oh shit, I hadn’t thought of that. Well, if I haven’t, will you be my best man? If the answer’s yes, I thought this would compliment the colours I’m wearing cuz it would be cool if we matched. If the answer’s no, you can keep the scarf anyway. Wasn’t ever Georgia’s colours, idiot.

Love ya,

Eld.

You read it again. And again, and again, until your chest ached with the empty sobs of your grief, the scarf cradled in your arms. You thought about everything. The highs. The lows. The triumphs and the losses. Laughing at the first tiny doll Gunther bought, then screaming as he scared you shitless with it in the early hours of the morning after placing it above the door frame. Picking out new button down shirts for Petra, trying to convince her to push the boat out and maybe go for another colour other than white. Peppering Oluo with questions after he started wearing a cravat for the first time. 

Sitting with Eld on watch, talking about everything and nothing. Soft exchanges of experiences, talking about the future and where it would lead you. Deep conversations about what lay beyond the walls, whether either of you would find out in your lifetime. Reminiscing over the past, flustering you over Levi. Fighting. Embracing. Laughing. Crying. 

You felt it bubble up inside you, before your grief boiled over and you screamed. You couldn’t hear it, couldn’t hear anything other than empty silence, but you felt it. Your throat bled with it, tearing itself apart. You screamed for everything you’d lost. Not just in friends or comrades, but in memories left unmade. In lives left unlived. Promises left unfulfilled. Who would tell Georgia? Who would tell Petra’s family? Gunther’s sister, Oluo’s mother? It should be you. You got them killed. You should have kept going. Shouldn’t have underestimated the enemy. Shouldn’t have acted so damn rashly. Your decisions got them killed. And, somehow, by some sick twisted miracle… you lived. 

No. You hadn’t lived. Something in you died with them. And you let it.

You don’t remember falling asleep. You don’t remember waking up trapped in the echo chamber of your own mind, barely able to hear your breaths over their accusatory screams. ‘Murderer’. ‘Traitor’. ‘You should have been the first to die’.

Scenes played about the walls of your head, reliving the moments of their death. Gunther. Eld. Petra. Oluo. Throat slit. Torn in half. Crushed. Broken. You didn’t know how much blood the human body contained. You’d seen people die before, it wasn’t new, but not to this extent. Not every detail of their agony drawn faces, their heartbreaking acceptance. Green blurred around you, blending with the crimson, scenes rapidly changing, so loud you covered your ears. Rushing, screaming, dying. Over, and over, and over again, your mind showed you your regrets. Over and over and over again you let it tear you apart, a visage of their kind faces knitting you back together again, before the cycle began anew. You were stuck, knees hugged to your chest, arms over your head, numbing to the torture. 

It was so fucking loud that he couldn’t sleep. Not that he thought he could anyway, but Levi guessed exhaustion had outweighed his anxiety. But he woke up again, not in his room, but in his head. And it was so. Fucking. Loud. Not in his mind, but across the bridge between you two. The door cracked open and beyond the hallway stood another, wedged shut. It grew louder the further he walked, dark oak walls with intricate carvings lined the gap, the nothing space that connected you. 

He hadn’t seen you since you returned, after trying to stop you from locking yourself away. Evidently, unsuccessful. Trying to reach you through the bond seemed impossible. You’d shut him out completely, be it from blame or guilt, he couldn’t tell. But he knew he had to get to you. He could see you now, through that frosted glass wall, now a window in the door. You looked so small. So vulnerable. The shackles of grief around your wrists and ankles dragging you down, down, drowning. 

“Get through.” Levi whipped around. He’d heard that voice before, back when you were lost to your mind when you dropped the teacup. It was the same whisper. Disembodied. Fleeting. But present. “Get. Through.”

He sighed, exasperated. “I– how?”

“How would you get through any stuck door? Break it.”

It felt wrong. The door to your mind was so often open, the thought of breaking through seemed like a violation. He knew you trusted him.

Did he?

He knew you would understand.

Would you?

“Now is not the time to doubt, blood of mine. Break the door. Do. Not. Lose her.”

Now that he could agree on. Stepping back, he braced his shoulder, tensing the muscle before throwing his body weight against the wood. It thundered upon impact, but stayed put. He growled in frustration, pulling back and slamming against it again. The wood groaned, but didn’t give. He was tempted to smash the glass window, but something told him it wouldn’t do much good. Intuition, most likely. So he took a couple steps back, blowing out a breath. He would get to you. He made a promise. 

Levi ran. Screams from the otherside fuelled his strength as he collided with the door, and it burst open. Landing heavily, the first thing he could do was cover his ears before they burst. Like shrieking banshees, your memories played over and over again, obscured by black scrawls of guilt. He could barely move for fear of hearing their dying anguish, a tornado’s heart ripping at his skin. But inky black tendrils had already wound around your legs, snaking up your torso. He crawled to you, avoiding the grasping claws of the damned, before his hand clasped around your ankle. 

You drew back, head whipping up from your knees and he saw fear; true, real fear in your eyes. Levi grit his teeth against the blood pounding in his head, his ears throbbing with pain. You looked to him for an answer, but he had none. He didn’t even know any of this was possible, he just let himself be guided by his instincts. Rising to his knees, Levi took your face in his hands, sacrificing the tearing pain of those screaming deaths. You looked baffled, terrified. But not of him.

All at once, your mind silenced, but your expression stayed the same. Anticipation thrummed in the surroundings as you uttered two words.

“...Help me.” 

A beat thumped, your plea settling in his heart, before everything exploded. The ground, whatever kept you both up, shattered beneath his feet, and you were both falling. Those smoky tendrils melting to skeletal claws around your body, pulling you down as you reached up for him. Down you were dragged, before empty nothingness solidified and splashed around you. 

Instantly soaked in a sea of obsidian, Levi lost sight of you. But he’d been here before; he’d done this before. Struggling for the surface would get him nowhere, and waiting to sink down wasn’t an option. So he turned and kicked, accelerating his descent until he saw your winking light. You were struggling, to no surprise. Clawing at the water to rise, but dragged down by those who’d died; bony fingers clasped around your throat, your head, shoulders, waist. 

He could see you panic, see you gasping for breath, pleading for him to reach you. But he wouldn’t let your panic catch on. He had to stay calm, he didn’t have a choice.

“Stop struggling.” 

He was surprised his voice rang clear in the depths, no bubbles obscuring his tone. And to his further surprise, you listened, trusting him. Your limbs stopped flailing, your fingers stopped clawing. You fell still, and your descent slowed. He could reach you now. 

His hands cupped your jaw, body floating down to be level with your own and he hooked his legs through yours, anchoring himself to you. “You asked me to help you.” 

You searched his face, begging for the honesty he would give you. 

“I’m here. You’re not alone anymore.” Levi pressed his forehead to yours, and your whimpering quietened. Those grasping hands started to slide away, slowly freeing you from their skeletal touch. 

“I don’t know what to do,” you sobbed quietly, your hands now free to clasp onto his shirt. Levi felt his feet touch solid ground as the glittering depths drained away, leaving you both drenched. The last of the hands sunk with the water, returning back to the centre of your guilt. “It was my fault. I should have turned back, should have kept going. I don’t—” 

Levi cut you off, pulling you back into his tight embrace, hand smoothing down the back of your limp hair. “This won’t bring them back.” 

You stopped dead, remembering the last time you’d heard those words from Nanaba. She was right back then. And Levi was right now. Exhaling a shaky breath, you let his comfort warm your freezing bones.

“We should probably get out of my head for a moment, it’s a little too unstable right now.” Levi angled your head up to his, hands gently cupping the sides of your neck, his thumbs against your jaw. 

You managed the smallest smile, though your eyes widened when you looked past him. Levi whirled, making sure you stayed behind him in the eventuality he would have to protect you from something, but it was just the door from before.

Only it was rising. From the ground…

Now his desperation to get to you had fizzled out, he had the time to process how fucking weird everything was. He hadn’t noticed the ground you were standing on was actually water, or at least liquid of some kind. There was no surroundings, only a sunset-like sky; if he could call it a sky, it seemed to stretch on forever. He’d been in your mind before, but not together with you. It was… odd. 

You held back when he started to approach it, apprehension and anxiety dampening your usually adventurous spirit. Looking back, Levi could see the slight fear in your eyes, so he took your hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. 

“I’ll be totally honest, I don’t particularly want to go through that again, and it’s safer through there.” 

You still seemed trepidatious, but you took a slow step forward to level with him, the door swinging open ever so slightly. Gathering your courage, you stepped through, and you were suddenly extremely glad you did. 

You were in some kind of field, illuminated by moonlight-like light. The long grass swaying in an invisible breeze. Levi stepped through the door to stand by your side, once again taking your hand in his. He’d been through the space between your minds before, but never like this. It was usually just a dark wood hallway, but this was something else entirely. 

“...’Vi, look.” You nudged him slightly, and Levi followed your gaze. How the fuck this wasn’t the first thing he noticed, he had no idea. A large tree of what looked like pure light shone in the horizon, its branches stretching high above the clouds. Hues of greens and oranges pulsed in its trunk like a heartbeat. He felt at peace here, as did—

Wait, he couldn’t feel you. He couldn’t feel your heart in his chest, nor your thoughts in his head. 

You realised at the same time, whipping back to look at him. You clocked it before he did. “I know where we are. I think… I think this is the heart. Of the bond. I can’t feel you because—”

“We share a soul. Or our souls have combined. Haven’t figured that one out yet,” he murmured, still a little taken by his surroundings. 

You didn’t know how to feel. Actually, you did. And it was undeserving. You didn’t deserve this. Any of it. You couldn’t count how many times you’d hurt him with your doubt. You fucking said you weren’t sorry for it. You said that to him, and stuck around long enough just to see his expression. Truth was, you turned away because you couldn’t bear it. That hurt on his face. He’d just got you back and you’d pushed him away, verbally slapping him as you did. 

Ripples echoed behind you, the water rising again through the doorway, skeletal hands reaching for the frame. You were half tempted to step back in and let it consume you, but Levi gently shut the door before you could. It would have been an insult to him anyway, especially after what he’d just gone through to save you from it. 

“Hey…” Levi tried, reaching out for you. But his fingertips only grazed your white shirt as you stepped away, avoiding his gaze. You don’t know what prompted you to, but you started to walk, the soft, bluish grass tall enough to brush against your hips. 

Levi sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. You were free from your mind, but still struggling. The soft scratches of bony hands on the other side of the wooden door told him that much. He trusted it would stay closed before following you, hoping to fuck that your guilt couldn’t break through to here. He’d lost sight of you briefly, just as he crested a hill, but there was no panic. An unmistakable feeling of safety blanketed this place. He found you again, sitting on the grassy shoreline of a broad, deep blue lake, dropping stones into the water and watching them sink to the bottom. 

Descending the hill, Levi took a seat next to you, but you didn’t acknowledge his presence. For a time, he let the silence linger, only interrupted by the gentle splosh of the stones. 

“I hurt you. Again.” 

He was surprised when you broke the silence, though still not turning to look at him. 

Levi sighed, watching the latest stone sink into the darkness of the lake, shivering slightly as it reminded him of what had just happened in your mind. 

“Yeah. You did.” He wasn’t going to deny it. He couldn’t anyway. Something in here compelled him to tell the truth, lying wasn’t even an option. 

He saw your jaw tense and knew you were fighting back tears. 

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are.” 

“That’s not enough.” You said that a little too savagely for his liking, your fist clenched to the point you almost drew blood with your nails.

“It is for me,” Levi responded, worming his fingers through your fists and separating your nails from your palm. 

“I don’t want to keep hurting you.” You still hadn’t looked at him. You didn’t feel like you deserved to look at him. Not after everything.

“Then stop doubting. I don’t care what you say, but I do care what you feel. And when I feel you doubt like that…” Levi paused, steeling his nerves slightly. He wasn’t used to this, to sharing these kinds of things. He hoped he was doing it right. “That hurts me more than anything.” 

You nodded, unable to stop the two rogue tears that escaped your eyes. “I know. I can feel it too.”

Levi sighed again, lifting your hand to plant a kiss to the scars on your palm. He knew why you did it. He knew why you doubted. It was less about having faith in him, and more about having faith in yourself. He knew you thought you were undeserving, just as he did. Knew you didn’t think yourself good enough because he’d heard your own thoughts all too often. 

“It wasn’t your fault. I know I said it was but, it wasn’t. It was mine. I should have—” You cut yourself off, not entirely sure how to formulate your words. But you understood you had to. In here, he couldn’t just pop into your mind and listen. You had to say it out loud here. “I should have judged the situation better. And you should have made Eld your vice-captain instead. He kept his cool when I was a mess. He—”

“That’s enough.” 

You finally, finally looked at him then, tears glistening like moonstones in your eyes. Instead of talking, Levi gently hooked his arm around your middle, and brought you into his body. Lying down in the grass, you on his chest, he looked up at the new spectacle; a ribbon of green and purple light dancing across the sky. 

“I made Eld promise something to me, before we left. I made him promise to keep you safe, and that cost him his life. I don’t regret it. Not for a single moment. Because you’re still with me. I’d be lying if I said I’d be able to handle your death, because the truth is: I couldn’t. It would tear me apart, and I don’t know if I would survive it.

“Eld died fulfilling that promise to me. And if I had the chance to somehow go back to that moment, I would ask the same of him. Every single time. I don’t regret keeping you safe. I will never regret keeping you safe. I will gladly dedicate the rest of my life to honouring his death, all of their deaths, because I know they weren’t in vain. Not to me.” 

Levi felt you curl into him tighter, your grip scrunching the fabric of his vest. His hand hugged your shoulder, arm cradling you in his embrace. If he was being honest with himself, the thought of never returning to the outside world settled a little too comfortably in him. If he could spend the rest of eternity in here, with you, he would. Though it was unfathomable, not whilst humanity still lay in chains. 

Levi sat up to hold you properly, situating you between his spread legs, caging you in. He said nothing as you cried quietly, dampening his trying tee once again. He knew you needed this. You were carrying so much on your shoulders, you needed to let everything go. He would hold you for as long as you needed, and even after he wouldn’t let go.

He made a promise.

“Why didn’t you tell me…?” You asked, a complete flip to how you asked him before. There was no break in your voice this time, only a slight tremble. 

“A few reasons… I– I didn’t want you worrying about it. The rest of the squad didn’t know, it felt wrong to have only you know whilst the rest were left in the dark. Only those who joined before 846 were clued in on the plan––”

“Except for me.” You interrupted with no small degree of bitterness. 

“...Yeah. Except for you. I just–– I wanted to keep you safe.” He admitted, though feeling ashamed of how he went about it. “I know I should have told you. I trust you, I do. More than I’ve ever trusted anyone. I was just… scared.” Your eyes widened at that, knowing it would have taken all of his courage to say it. You couldn’t stay angry at him for that. You were in no position to hold a grudge anyway.

You didn’t say anything long after your shuddering shoulders stilled. You still felt disgusting for what you did, what you said to him. For shattering his half of your soul. “Levi?”

“Mm?”

“I’m sorry,” you said again, not moving from his hold. 

He could barely hear you muffled into his chest like that, but he honestly didn’t care. Not when he had you back. 

But you seemed determined. After hearing no response from him, you drew back. “I’m sorry, ‘Vi,” you repeated, still quietly.

“I know.” He cupped your cheek so you wouldn’t look away from him like you had a tendency to do. The moment he saw you attempt, he dragged your gaze back to his. You looked uncertain, undeserving. He wanted to rectify that. 

“Can… Can I show you?” you asked, almost shyly. He hated seeing you like this. Your confidence with him wavering in the light of recent events. He didn’t want you to feel sorry for this. He didn’t want you to feel guilty for feeling lost. So when you went to push him onto his back, he resisted. 

“No.” 

You looked taken aback, eyes desperately searching for a reason, any reason, why he wouldn’t let you apologise for what you’ve done. And Levi hated that, too. He wouldn’t let you drown in this. He refused to let you drown. If he had to swim for you, so be it. He would swim for you again.

Using your confusion against you, he placed his hand between your shoulder blades  and lowered you onto your back. It was surprisingly pleasant for you to be so pliant for him, usually fighting tooth and nail against him just because you could. 

“Let me show you.” 

His whisper so close to your ear sent pleasurable shivers down your spine, lips barely grazing the side of your neck. But you couldn’t let him. He had nothing to show you. Nothing that you deserved. You’d blamed him, you’d doubted him. You’d hurt him in every possible way you could. 

You placed your hands on his shoulders, making a weak attempt to push him off, before they were roughly thrown above your head and pinned there. “Stop it.” 

It was the softest order you’d ever heard from him, though his eyes hardened. You couldn’t stand his scrutinisation, not right now. Not when he could see and feel everything you’d done. 

“I don’t—You shouldn’t do this for me. I haven’t—I hurt you…” 

Being under such a gaze… you couldn’t meet it. You didn’t deserve to meet it. But Levi could predict your every damn move at this point, and caught your head once again before you could turn away, one hand still pinning your wrists.

“I need you to forgive yourself. Please. Because I forgive you.” 

Your eyes snapped wide, idle tears trailing down the sides of your face. He could see the disbelief in your heart, and knew he would do anything to caress away that mark. 

“I forgive you,” he said again, softer this time, letting you see how earnest he was. How honest he was. “So please, let me show you.” 

Seeing you silently relent was all he needed, dipping down to capture your lips and pouring his adoration into your mouth. He could say it in here, wrapped in the security blanket that was the bond. He could say it with the certainty that you won’t die today. It still wasn’t the same as saying it aloud, but it was another step forward. Pulling back a fraction, Levi left his lips grazing yours. 

“I love you.” 

Your dead heart stuttered back to life, eyes sparkling with unshed diamonds. You wanted to ask him why. Why? How? How could he possibly after what I did to you? 

But you know how frustrating those questions were. You’d experienced firsthand how heart wrenching it was when that was doubted. You wouldn’t do that to him. That’s why he wanted to show you.

Levi didn’t wait for you to say it back. Honestly, he couldn’t. Moulding his lips back into yours, his hands made quick, gentle work of the buttons on your shirt, deftly flicking each one open. 

His mouth followed, kissing your lips a lover’s farewell before descending down to your jaw, leaving featherlight nips against the skin. He took a risk when your pulse thundered beneath his tongue, teeth grazing the tender flesh before he bit down and sucked hard. 

Your back arched, a heated gasp of surprise greeted his ears as he smoothed over the now purple mark on your neck, feeling proud of himself. 

“Weird.” He drew back enough to look between you and the bruise. “I didn’t feel it. I thought it would just be emotions but turns out it’s physical sensations, too.” 

The realisation sent a thrill through his veins. He adored being bound to you. He loved feeling every aspect of you – good or bad; hurt or pleasure – but the idea of being able to do whatever he wanted to you without feeling the urge himself? Oh, Levi was going to enjoy this immensely. He grinned a little too wickedly for your liking. 

“What’re you—Oh fuck!” You didn’t have time to question him. Not when he stooped down to take one of your nipples between his teeth, enjoying the freedom of not feeling it himself. 

His hand pinched and kneaded your other, twisting it gently between his thumb and forefinger as he devoured you. Your hands found his hair, nails scratching down his undercut as you bowed into his ministrations, whimpering breathlessly with each pull of ecstasy. 

His other hand popped free the last few buttons, your shirt falling open to completely expose your midriff. You looked fucking ethereal, moonlight enhancing your contorting features as Levi drew back to admire you, convinced you fell out a painting and onto the grass before him. You nipples peaked, chest heaving ever so slightly, and whilst, yes, he was addicted to when you were more dominant, this more submissive side of you was fucking majorly with his head. You just looked—

“Breathtaking.” His lips travelled up to your shoulder, following the line of your ODM gear. He was going to fucking worship you, he swore it as he removed the shirt from your arms, cradling you and throwing the fabric somewhere into the grass, instantly forgotten. 

You felt your cunt slicken as his mouth traced the various scars down your arm, continuing a languid path to your wrists, and finally the palm of your hand, delicately taking it in his own and peppering the uneven lattice of marks and maims in the softest kisses. You felt yourself well up, overwhelmed by his attention when his lips grazed your knuckles, and he forged a new path back up your arm to your neck. 

He knew it was reckless, just how many visible bruises he was content to suckle into your skin, but part of him knew they were unlikely to show when you woke up, considering this was only happening in the bond itself. 

The shared space between your minds. 

Biting down on your collarbone, Levi’s cock gave an awakening pulse as he finally dragged a moan from your throat, feeling the vibrations in his tongue after sucking another mark against the other side of your neck. Goosebumps prickled your skin as he mirrored his attention down your other arm, lips catching on the pulse of your wrist before pressing into your palm. 

You sighed in complete bliss, closing your eyes as a tear slid down the side of your face. You couldn’t stop it, not as you felt him kiss back up to your shoulder. 

Trembling, you took a breath, and Levi could hear your shuddering. “I can stop, if it’s too much. We can stop here,” he offered, brushing your hair back with a hand. 

You sat up in response, tugging the hem of his tee up to his chest and over his head, hands falling to his small waist. You seemed to get your message across when he smiled, guiding you down onto your back again with a hand on your spine. 

It would have been hypocritical of you to say it was selfish. Not when you’d gone through such lengths to convince him wanting this was anything but selfish. But he knew anyway, silencing you with his lips back to yours just in case you went to voice anything. 

“Please don’t,” you choked out a whisper when he left your mouth again in favour of taking back your sensitive bud between his teeth. “Don’t stop.”

His mouth still sucking on your mound, Levi settled his hands on the insides of your knees, pushing them apart and settling himself between your legs. Fingertips dug into the flesh of your thighs, his cock now straining slightly against the flannel pants he’d worn to bed. He admired the string of saliva connecting his mouth to your breast as he pulled back, watching in slight satisfaction as it snapped, before he looked at you completely spread for him, only separated by the thin strip of your underwear, currently sheer from your own juices. 

Levi tenderly cupped the back of your one thigh, bringing it to his shoulder and nibbling on the tender flesh on the inside of your knee. He kissed down your calf, tongue peaking out to lick your ankle. He’d never had a thing for feet – and Levi still knew this to be true – but the way you bit your lip when his mouth settled on the arch of your foot had his hips bucking slightly.

Your toes curled and you couldn’t help squirming slightly, gasping at the foreign feeling of his slick muscle tickling the underside of your foot. You throbbed hard, shivering when he licked back up to your ankle, over your calf and between your thighs again. 

“Look at that.” 

You could have cum from his voice alone, all low and husky with arousal. 

“Guess you must have liked that, you’re so wet for me,” he murmured into your underwear, so close you could feel his breath through the fabric. 

And just as you thought he would finally remove them, he set his mouth onto the other side of your thigh, bringing it up over his shoulder and biting into you once again. 

You didn’t have it in you to be frustrated, though your core ached to be touched. You didn’t have it in you to hurry him up, not as his slick tongue circled your ankle, dipping around to your achilles and dragging a long trail up from your heel up to your toes, concentrating his attention back to the sensitive arch of your foot. 

A whimper flew from your mouth and you clamped the back of your hand over your lips, heat flooding your face. Though it made no difference. He could see how much it turned you on from the continued leaking of your cunt and the micro-spasms in your hips. Levi knew from the light throbs in his cock that he wouldn’t have the patience to do this to you if he could feel it too, everything would be far too overwhelming for him and he would have definitely cum by now. 

He took pity on you. How couldn’t he, when you made the sweetest noises for him? Eyes locked onto your dripping cunt, he left wet kisses back up to your inner thighs, biting sharp enough to drag a small yelp from your chest. You were getting desperate, squirming and grinding your hips up into nothing when his fingers hooked into the hem of your underwear, slowly dragging them down to your knees. 

Levi couldn’t help himself, not when your dewy pussy all but glistened for him, begging him oh-so sweetly for attention. He groaned in response, muffling his sounds in the supple flesh of your thigh. 

He sat back on his haunches, delicately dragging the ruined fabric down your shins and off your legs, placing them neatly to the side—a stark contrast to the way he all but discarded your shirt. 

With his hands on the insides of your knees, he pushed your legs apart again, settling himself down on his stomach. He told himself his ass was arched to give you a view, but in reality, you both knew it was to stop his sensitive cock dragging against the soft grass. This was all about you; he didn’t even want to take care of himself. 

Previously, he’d only indulged in fleeting tastes of your arousal, before you got impatient and kicked him onto his back. But he planned on feasting tonight, planned on devouring you until you had nothing left to give, and even then he would still search for more. 

Steel eyes flicked up to meet yours, blown obsidian with lustful desire as he leaned down, his nose barely grazing your clit. Fuck you smelt so sweet, so tangy, so fucking delicous. He was already whipped and he hadn’t even tasted you properly. 

His tip throbbed, spilling precum with the first, tentative greeting of his tongue, a carnal groan vibrating in his throat with the way your nectar exploded in his mouth. He knew this must be the bond. Your mouth tasting like strawberries was one thing, but your cunt? So fucking sweet, with a subtle zest. Holding himself back wasn’t an option anymore. Levi secured his hold on the tops of your thighs, forcing them over his shoulders before lapping up your slick like it was the first meal for a starving man.

A gasp flew from your lips, hands finding his hair again as dull, floating pleasure coarse through your nerves. Everything went blurry, your head falling back with a pitched whine as your back arched, legs locking around his neck when he dipped his tongue inside your twitching hole. You sighed his name dreamily, hips canting into his face. 

Levi knew from previous exploration where you liked to be touched, what places made you moan, whimper and scream. His nose pressed into your slickened clit as he pushed his tongue further into you, drinking up your sweet honey. The way you breathed his name like that, like a silver prayer on silken wings, he wanted to give you everything. Not just this, not just this pleasure, but everything. 

His last name would be a good start. 

He knew he was getting ahead of himself. He hadn’t even told you he loved you outside this shared space, but he’d known for a while he’d wanted you. Whatever that meant, in whatever form you would give him, he wanted you. 

Latching onto your clit, he flicked his tongue over your sensitive little pearl, holding your hips still as you bucked needily into the suction, cracked and broken sobs ringing from your lungs. Levi’s own hips thrusted forward into nothing, his cock pulsing despite the lack of direct stimulation. Or stimulation at all. How the fuck was he still so affected by this? He couldn’t even feel it, but fuck did he want more. He wanted more of you in his mouth, on his tongue. He wanted to drink you dry. The thought had his eyes fluttering closed in response to his needy arousal. 

“L-Levi…! Please, ‘m-ahaa! Fuck! ‘S good! Feels– ngh! S-so good!” you mewled, pussy quivering as his tongue started to move in unpredictable patterns, a touch so hot you felt like he was branding you as his own. He was welcome to. You were all his. You belonged to him like the stars belong to the sky. “‘M yours, ‘Vi. A-all yours.” 

His brows pinched in high pleasure hearing that, eyes screwing shut against the urge to fuck into something, anything, preferably your cunt. Shit, how could you still do this to him? He wanted this to be about you, yet his desire to be buried in your soft, velvety walls still prevailed. 

But an idea came to him. What if he could still keep this all about you, and still be inside your fluttering cunt at the same time? Levi smirked into your warmth, his hand moving from the outside of your hip to the inside of your thigh. His fingertips massaged your lips, swiftly milking your gushing slick into his awaiting mouth, before pushing inside your hot cavern. 

You cried out, high and sharp at the sudden intrusion of pleasure, fisting your hands in his hair as his sinewy digit circled around your tight walls, pushing in further until you moaned out again, white hot ecstasy flooded your veins as he found that little bundle of nerves that sent you cross-eyed. The place that made you scream. 

He couldn’t deny he was pleased with himself. Though it wasn’t the same satisfaction as your cunt swallowing his length, it scratched the same itch of wanting to be inside you. 

You convulsed around his finger, squeezing and clenching as he added a second, scissoring you open for his searching tongue. Peaking his eyes open was a mistake, especially when he was greeted with your bliss painted visage, back bowed, nipples straining for the moon, barely your chin visible from how far back you’d thrown your head. His eyes rolled back, whimpering airly into your sex as he pumped his digits slowly, teasing your g-spot directly with each stroke. 

Tears slowly rolled down your cheeks. You had no idea you could be this sensitive, his exploring mouth earlier awakening nerves you didn’t even know existed. Or maybe it was the location, your feelings heightened due to being in the heart of the bond. You didn’t know. Didn’t care. Not when you were teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“G-gah! Gonna cum! ‘V-’Vi ‘m gonna-aah! Fucking… Fuck! S-so close… nghahaah! Don’t stop, pl…please! Levi… Lee––VI!” You shrieked his name, back arching from the soft grass as you fell into an ocean of ecstasy. Your thighs trembled around his head, cunt pulsing and clenching around his fingers as you came so fucking hard. Leaving the anchor of his hair, your fists ripped at the grass above your head as you writhed through your high, each harsh intake of oxygen only fueling the next wave of unadulterated pleasure. 

Levi held his breath as you came all over his fingers, nails digging into the flesh of your thigh as his cock throbbed into his own cresting bliss. Gasping into your twitching walls, his brows puckered as hot, searing honey spread through his veins, the tip of his length pulsing with every spill of his seed into his pants. Hips rolling into nothing, his eyes rolled back into his head, muffling his sounds by latching back onto your clit and groaning carnally against it. Your moans turned to screams, added vibrations tearing white into your eyes as your muscles locked up. 

The first gasp was always the sweetest start to the afterglow, your fists releasing the grass above your head, your arched back relaxing, skin tingling as the soft texture below you welcomed your spine. You trembled slightly, releasing his head between your thighs as gently as you could. He greeted you with a smug grin, daintily licking your juices from his fingers. 

“You believe me now?” he asked with a cocky lilt. You had half the mind to suffocate him again, and you would have done, had your legs not turned to jelly. 

“Y-yeah… Yeah, I believe you now. Fucking Walls ‘Vi…” you swore, running a hand down your sweat slicked face. Levi hummed in agreement, placing a kiss against the inside of your thigh before crawling back up your body to once again hold you in his arms, his head resting just below your throat. “But, what about you? You didn’t—”

“I did.”

“Wait… you came?”

Levi raised his head, looking strangely irritated and sticking his tongue into his cheek. “...Maybe.” 

You snorted, before managing to stop yourself briefly, clamping down on your own tongue to stop your laughter. Which worked for approximately thirty seven seconds before you dissolved into a fit of giggles. “Sorry! No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh, I just– You said you couldn’t feel it?” You queried through your grin, a brow raised at his flustered embarrassment.

“Yeah, well, turns out I don’t need to.” 

“‘M just that powerful huh?”

“Don’t let it go to your head. You tasted good, that’s all.” 

Your hand carded through his hair, a known favourite of his. “I’ll pretend I believe you. Still, nice to know I can make you cum without even touching you.” You snickered, earning yourself a pinch to your waist. It only dawned on you then that he could only do that in here without consequences. 

“This is not the first time you’ve done that,” he grumbled back, remembering the fucking humiliating incident in the meeting room.

“Yes, but those times you could feel me. You couldn’t feel it here and yet I still made you cum. I’m pretty impressed with myself,” you crowed, prompting Levi to crawl further up your body and quieten you by hiding your face in his neck, arms flipping you both over.

“Shut. Up.” There was no real heat in his seething, something that warmed your heart exponentially.

Your maddening chuckles lessened, and you were finally released from his grip, turning your head to settle your ear over his beating heart. “I love you too,” 

Levi almost choked, looking down to see if you were serious, but he couldn’t see your face. Not that he needed to. He could hear the honesty in your voice.

“I was, uh, a little too caught up to say it back earlier, but I do. I love you, too.” 

Levi closed his eyes as those words washed over him, settling his cheek to the top of your head. Happiness was still a little foreign to him, never having felt much of it before you stumbled into his life, but everytime he thought he couldn’t be happier with you, moments like this arose and, for once, he could be happy that life delighted in proving him wrong. 

“‘Vi?”

Oh… that tone was considerably less hopeful. “...What?”

“Don’t be mad.” 

His eyes widened as he sat up. “No promises.”

He’d never seen you look so sheepish in your life. “As much as I would love to, like, drift off here with you, I might need to wake up and get myself off the floor…”

“You’re on the floor? The fuck are you doing on the floor?”

You took a breath. “Okay this is why I said ‘don’t get mad’. I, uh, sort of maybe kinda blew my stitches out…”

The silence was palpable.

“You what?” 

“Don’t get mad.”

“I’m trying really fucking hard not to get mad. What the fuck were you thinking!?” He grasped your shoulders, searching you as if he could see if you were hurt from here.

“Because I totally did it deliberately.” You glared, but nothing would break through his slight panic now. 

“We wake up now. I’m coming to get you.”

“You might have to break through the door.”

Levi baulked, pausing in rising to his feet. “What? What did you do?!” 

Your lips pulled into a tight line. “I, uh, I threw a dresser in front of it.”

He looked at you then like you were completely insane. “Why, for the love of all three Walls, did you do that?”

“Because I was angry. And I was lost,” you answered quietly, pulling him from his desperate state. You once again looked so small sitting there, holding your own arm like a wounded animal. Levi let loose a breath, his stress dissolving.

“Okay. Don’t move from the floor. I’m coming to get you.” He crouched down before you, swiping a thumb along your cheekbone. You smiled tenderly, kissing the heel of his palm.

“Thank you. Not just for coming after we wake up, or before.” 

He lightly smacked your arm for that one, and you failed to stifle your mischievous giggling. “But, for everything. I don’t think I would have pulled myself out of this alone,” you admitted, hauling yourself to your feet with his help. 

He tucked a loose strand of hair back into place, planting a kiss to your forehead. He knew. Completely understood where you were coming from. And it burned him to know you knew what that felt like. But there was nothing he could do apart from just, be there for you. 

“Wake up,” he whispered to you, bringing you close until you faded from his arms, and he joined you in consciousness.

“Oh, watch out for the shattered glass as well,” was the last thing he heard, before he opened his eyes. You really did like to keep him on his toes.

Literally.

Levi instantly cringed as soon as he was conscious enough to do so, feeling sweaty and sticky in his clothes. Pushing up from the mattress, he discovered why when looking down at the front of his pants, now soaked. It made sense, he thought begrudgingly, that if he came in the bond he would cum outside it as well. He just feebly hoped he didn’t make the same noises. 

Though he’d asked you not to move, his thigh sang with pain. Either than was the idle throbbing of your wound, or you hadn’t listened to him and were trying to move. Honestly, both scenarios were possible.

–You better not be trying to get up.– 

Silence greeted him, and he knew that was exactly what you were trying to do. He sighed, changing out of his ruined flannel bottoms to a fresh pair of loose pants. 

–I need to head to the infirmary first, get a needle and sutures. Or I could get one of the medics to do it instead, it’s up to you.–

–Can… Can you do it? I just, I would prefer it if you did it. I know that’s not ideal for either of us but–– – 

–It’s alright. I’ll do it.– 

He felt your relief in his chest, not realising until now how much he’d missed feeling you in the brief time you were both in the bond. He was already outside and making a beeline for the infirmary, striding across the stone floor. It was a beautiful night, a slight cool breeze chilled his still slightly sweaty skin, raising goosebumps on his arms. He hadn’t thought to put on a sleeved shirt, opting to keep on the tee he’d slept in rather than to change it. 

“I need stitching equipment, numbing salves and bandages,” he said by way of greeting the moment he saw any of the medics. They looked at him for a moment as if trying to place his face, before widening in embarrassed realisation. Levi guessed most people weren’t used to seeing him out of uniform, but he wasn’t exactly unrecognisable. They nodded feverishly, hurrying off to a storage cabinet and pulling out what he’d requested, haphazardly stuffing back in various scalpels and trocars which would definitely need sorting again once he’d gone. Levi would feel bad for them if he didn’t have a more pressing matter.

“Do you need a medic? I can—”

“No. The equipment is fine,” he interrupted, taking it without another word. Did people really get that nervous around him? He hadn’t really had the chance to process what your medic had said in the tent earlier today. That he was making soldiers nervous just by being present. He didn’t mean to be intimidating. He didn’t even think he was intimidating. At least, not when he wasn’t trying to be. 

–They just don’t know you, ‘Vi. You’re only intimidating because they believe your reputation.–

–But my reputation–– –

–Don’t even fucking say it.– 

Levi shivered slightly, your tone rattling his spine. And suddenly wondered why as many people weren’t intimidated by you. 

–They are, but that’s usually because they don’t know when I’m being sarcastic or serious.– 

Yeah, that made sense. 

Levi smiled to himself, entering the barracks as silently as he could. He didn’t really know why, because he was about to wake everyone up by attempting to break your door down. But at least they could have a few more moments of sleep. He felt stupid trying to open it, though it did actually move a little, enough to jam his foot in the doorway and reach an arm through.

“That better be you, ‘Vi.”

“‘You saying I have unrecognisable arms?” 

You snorted a little weakly, your voice breaking as you chuckled. With his foot braced on what he assumed was the dresser, Levi tried to just push it from the doorway, the wood creaking in protest, but not budging. 

“R’you particularly attached to this dresser?” he asked, pulling his good foot back.

“No, not really, why?”

“Good.”

You didn’t have time to question him further before the wood crunched under the force of his kick, showering the floor in splinters. You watched in awe as he completely dismantled the furniture, panels of elm flying from the structure. Shoving his body weight against the door, Levi managed to stick his head through the gap, eyes widening slightly as he took in the destruction and carnage of the room.

You’d torn the place apart. Pillows slashed through and ripped to shreds, dented and cracked bed frames, shards of mirror scattered about the floor. The blood was slightly alarming, but he saw where you must have blown your stitching, a large, gaping hole smashed through the wooden wall. 

His eyes landed on you, pinching his brows as you sent him a timid wave. He’d forgotten how badly injured you were, various bruises and cuts littered your face, lacerations against your uniform and skin, but it was your bleeding thigh that scared him. He could see where the sutures had torn from each other

“Shit…” He muttered, using that worry to fuel his next shove. With a savage crack, the wood burst apart, the door swinging wide open, slightly off its hinges. 

He honestly couldn’t give less of a fuck, not when he could finally get to you. How had he been forced to do this twice today? 

Stepping over the mirror shards, Levi properly took in your dishevelled appearance. You’d managed to prop yourself up against the bed, a silken green scarf held tight in your clutches.

You winced along with every step he took, your ankle pulsing with hot pain with each of his slight limps towards you. Blowing out a worried breath, you reached out for him as he knelt by your side, comforted by his warm embrace and familiar scent. “What did you do?”

He knew you were asking about his ankle, but he genuinely didn’t have the time to explain. “Not now. We need to get this sorted. I need these off.” 

You raised a weak suggestive brow, a smirk managing to pull at your lips. 

Levi huffed, flattening you with an urgent stare. “Now.” 

You pouted, before pulling at your harness buckles. You hadn’t even taken it off yet, your grief consuming you before you could. Levi pulled off your boots, unstrapping the belts at your thighs. You hissed in pain as the pressure released around your wound, and he grit his teeth against it. Fuck that hurt. 

It was a struggle, but you both managed to pull off your harness and uniform pants without aggravating your thigh too much more. It still slowly trickled blood with every slight jostle, but it had stopped constantly bleeding, which was a small win for the day. But it only occurred to him now that he had to hurt you to do this. He had to cause you no small amount of pain. The thought tore at him, making him pause just as he was about to smooth the area with the salve. It would help, but the initial application would hurt like shit, and it wouldn’t completely numb the area. It would just stop it from being unbearable. 

His eyes flicked from your laceration to your face, and you saw the hesitation to hurt you. Tenderly, you took his wrist in your hand, smoothing over his pulse with your thumb. Your other hand cupped his cheek, angling his head down to press your forehead up against his own. It brought a surprising amount of comfort to him, that simple gesture, his palm mirroring yours on his cheek, cradling the side of your neck. 

“We’ll get through this. We’ll be okay,” you whispered, brushing your lips against his. Levi nodded slightly, and, with your hand as guidance, gently coated the area around the wound with the salve, gingerly brushing his fingers over the severed sutures. 

You hissed, folding in on yourself as you fought to keep your leg straight for him. It burned hot agony through your system, your hand leaving his wrist to ball into a tight fist, a feeble attempt at distracting yourself. 

Levi too ground his teeth together, closing his eyes against that heated pain, his own thigh searing as the salve worked against your skin. His fingers wound through your hair, placating soothing strokes against your scalp as you whimpered quietly through the gates of your teeth. He steadied his breathing, hoping that if he could steel himself against the pain, he could help you with it too. 

It seemed to work somewhat, your iron grip on his shoulder loosening slightly, the ball of your fist no longer trembling. Either the numbing salve was working, or he’d actually managed to help you both. 

Your head fell against his chest, heaving deep breaths. Levi let you recover for a moment, killing two birds with one stone and waiting for the numbing salve to set in. He could gauge the pain himself, gently pressing his finger around the wound until it didn’t make either of you wince. He checked in with you regularly, taking a broken suture between his thumb and forefinger. He could feel the slight pull in his thigh. 

“Take an audible breath. When you breathe out, I’m pulling this from your thigh, okay?” He wanted you to know exactly what would happen and when. No surprises here. You nodded, too focused to speak. 

Levi heard you take a deep breath, holding it for a moment, before blowing the oxygen from your lungs. At the same time, he pulled the first thread from your thigh, blowing out a breath himself. It wasn’t too bad, a small burning pinch, but that was all. He felt you relax after the first one, your heart calming from its racing beat to a steadier pulse. 

He made sure you kept breathing deeply, only pulling out threads on your exhale. He worked as methodically as he could whilst feeling the pain himself, but it didn’t take too long to remove them all. 

“Okay… so far so good,” you breathed shakily, pushing your forehead into the comforting kiss he left there.

“You couldn’t have just punched a mirror could you? You had to send your foot through a wall.” 

You knew he wasn’t irritated. You would have felt it if he was. He placed the final suture with the others, taking a moment to hold you against him. 

“Not on the top ten list of smartest things I’ve ever done, is it?”

“It doesn’t even make the top fifty.”

“I’ve done more than fifty smart things?”

His soft laughter rumbled in his chest, soothing your spike of anxiety as you beheld the needle lying in wait. 

He soothed your hair again and you melted into his body, humming contently despite the situation. 

But you knew time wasn’t on your side. As per fucking usual.

“Levi, we don’t have long before this wears off…” you murmured, looking down to your leg. 

He sighed, nodding in agreement. “I know. This… This is going to hurt like a bitch, okay? The salve will only do so much, but I need you to stay with me and keep breathing,” he instructed, determined to get this done as quickly as he could. 

“I’m sorry… I don’t know how to stop you from feeling it…” 

His heart broke alongside how defeated you sounded, and could do nothing but hold you through it.

“I wouldn’t want you to, even if you could.” 

You didn’t think it possible to fall further in love with him, yet here you were, being swallowed by your own adoration. 

Nodding the go-ahead, you took a deep breath in, holding it in your lungs, before once again releasing the tension in your chest.

The moment the needle pierced through your raw flesh, you cried out, nails digging crescents into his bicep. It was a pain unlike any you’d experienced, despite the numbing salve. Flame burned through your blood as you fought against writhing, biting down an agony fueled scream. You smashed your opposite fist into the floor, hoping the dull bruising could help take away from the molten metal branding your thigh.

Levi swore viciously under his breath, doing his best to mask his face against that same agony. He’d been in pain before. Fuck, he managed to badly sprain his ankle on the mission, but this was a whole other level of pain. And, though he knew you needed to do it to distract yourself, hitting your fist like that wasn’t helping him to concentrate. 

He managed to pierce the other side of the gash, pulling the thread through before allowing himself to take a shaky gulp of oxygen, taking a moment to try and still his quaking hands. 

“I know. I know it hurts. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Just stay with me, okay? The first one’s always the worst,” he soothed, though, and understandably so, a whip of anger cracked inside his own chest.

“Then why the fuck are you not writhing and screaming?” you spat, glaring glass shards up at him, sweat sliding down your temple. It was a better approach than crying, he supposed. 

“Because my pain is just an echo. Yours is real.” He felt that burning rage dim and fade, watching as you calmed slightly.

“Don’t be stupid… your pain is just as real as mine,” you responded quietly, gently tapping the side of your head against his chest. 

He wouldn’t have minded if you hadn’t acknowledged that in the heat of the moment, but the fact that you did meant so much more to him. 

“Just… get on with it.” 

Levi huffed. So much for that sweet moment. “This is your fault for blowing your stitches.”

“I swear to the fucking Walls, I will stab you with that needle.” You bit back, still not moving from the safety of his chest. He looked down at you then, a brow raised in irony. It took you a moment to see it the way he did, but you couldn’t help but laugh the moment you did. He was already stabbing you with the needle. Got it. “Just sew me up, Ackerman. Then we can talk about who did what to who.”

“Whom.”

You blinked. “Sorry?”

“It’s who did what to whom. Basic grammar.”

“Evelyn?”

It was Levi’s turn to blink. “What?”

“You said basic grandma. You talkin’ about Evelyn?”

“How much blood have you lost? Why would I be talking about Evelyn when I'm repeatedly stabbing you with a needle and sewing up your thigh?”

“That’s what I want to know.”

“You’re so fucking weird, you know that?”

You weakly punched his chest. “You’ve only got yourself to blame. You’re the one who bonded to me, I had nothing to do with it.”

Levi used the distraction to thread the next needle through your thigh. The resulting punch to his chest was a little harder as you gasped in sudden agony. “Fucking bastard!”

“You definitely did have something to do with it, by the way. This doesn’t just… happen.” He managed to get himself back into a rhythm now he got you talking, keeping you engaged whilst fighting against the now bearable pain. “Notice I wasn’t bound to anyone before you?”

“I thought you were just… I don’t know, stiff. Repressed. You know, thrustrated.” 

Levi had half the mind to let you bleed out and die. It was only because he would likely die too, did he continue. Only because of that.

“We’re breaking up after this.” 

If you had the strength to throw back your head and cackle like a wild Hange, you would have done. But for now you settled on silently giggling, secretly proud of yourself for that pun. 

“You know nothing’s secret when I can hear and feel literally everything, right? And no, you may never use the word ‘thrustrated’ ever again.” 

“I don’t recall asking your permission.”

“It’s an order.”

You gaped, the corner of your lips still pulling up into a smile. “You can’t pull rank on me like that! That’s just— son of a–” You managed to cut yourself off just in time, being too fond of Kuchel to ever insult her as her son pulled the last thread through your thigh, tying off the knot at the end after closing the gap.

“Yeah, actually I can. And I wasn’t repressed, I’ve just never fallen in—for someone like I have now.” Levi prayed to the fucking Walls you couldn’t see the heat in his cheeks as he started to busy himself with putting the bloodied needle and broken sutures in the cloth he’d just used to clean the wound. “That should hold for now. The scarring might be dodgy but I’m not a medic so it’s to be expected.” He huffed, trading out his slight guilt for irritation at himself, reaching behind him to retrieve the green bottle of antiseptic. Or just extremely concentrated alcohol, which is basically what it was.

“You had that… this whole time… and didn’t think to give me any?” You seethed, gritting your teeth.

“It’s medicinal alcohol, it would taste like shit and most likely poison you. Stay still, last burst of pain and we’re done.” The burning scent of alcohol permeated the air as he unscrewed the cap, firmly holding your thigh steady in one hand. “Breathe for me,” he murmured into your hair, his thumb stroking your leg once before slowly tipping the bottle on its side, soaking your wound.

Your fist pounded the ground again as you fought to contain your scream, your teeth clamping down on your tongue, your nails lacing fire down his bicep. Levi took it. Took all of it. He knew you needed to do whatever you had to in order to withstand the pain. He understood. More than anyone, he understood. 

“There. Good girl, it’s over now. We’re done, that’s it.”

You shuddered slightly. “Don’t… don’t say shit like that… when I can’t fuck you… it’s really mean.” You breathed through gritted teeth. Levi had to stop for a moment, his hand shaking from laughing.

“You’re into that?”

“What’s… with the surprise?” You rasped a slow quip, energy running dangerously low. 

You took another, deep breath as he set the bottle down, finally able to wrap his arms around you properly. With his help, your heart rate slowed to a steadier thumping, your back against his chest with his legs caging you in. It was a personal favourite place to be for you. 

“...Ow.” 

“That just about sums it up, yeah.” Levi rumbled, the vibrations of his voice serving to further soothe your weary head. 

“Sorry… if it’s any consolation my arm hurts too.” Your fingertips skirted down the bright red lines on his arm from your nails, raising goosebumps to his skin. Levi settled his chin atop your head, tightening his embrace.

“It’s not, but I appreciate the effort.” Though he couldn’t hear you laugh, he could feel it seep through your back straight into his heart. He wondered if he’d ever been this happy, and whether he’ll ever be this happy again. It seemed so much more likely now he was with you.

You settled further into his body, letting the silence blanket you. Moments like these you could never forget. Not simply because they each had a specific place in your soul, but because you wouldn’t let yourself forget them. They were perfect. He was perfect. This was perfect.

Levi looked down as you relaxed further, at first just to appreciate your presence, then to inspect a bruise on your neck. His eyes narrowed, deciphering what the fuck he was looking at. He didn’t remember seeing any bruises on your neck before, his fingertips circling the mark in curiosity as he fought to remember. 

No. There definitely wasn’t a bruise on your neck in the field. He would have seen it. So how the fuck did you manage to–

Oh.

Oh.

Oh shit.

“At least now we know…” he felt you stiffen slightly, turning your head to look at him.

“Now we know what?”

“That whatever marks we make in the bond do show up here…” Levi waited for the realisation to hit you, anticipation alive in the air. 

And hit you it did.

“...oh.” Your hand joined his at your pulse, pressing lightly against the bruise he’d left with his teeth. You shivered despite the realisation. “Good to know.” 

“As touching as this whole thing has been, everyone here owes me fifteen coins. Cough up.” You, unfortunately, knew that voice all too well to be startled by it. You sighed through your nose, almost refusing to look up. But when you did, you couldn’t help but smile fondly. 

Nanaba, Nifa and Hange all looked at you through the doorway, Nanaba with her hand out expectantly as if she could pull coin purses out of thin air. You chuckled at the three of them, and though they couldn’t have shown up at a worse time, you were glad they were here. “And how long have you guys been there?” You asked.

“Since, uh, Captain Levi broke through the door…” Nifa offered sheepishly, clinging to the doorframe. 

You blanched. “You’ve been there the whole time?” You thought maybe they’d just walked past or something and seen the carnage. Not that they’d been watching the entire time!

“And not one of you thought to help?” Levi was less forgiving. Maybe that was because you were in agony and they all just fucking stood there and watched instead of offering to assist in some way. 

“There was nothing we could have done that you weren’t already doing, it would have been an extra pair of hands in the way, not helping out.” Hange explained gently, looking between you two with a heartwarming smile. You wondered how long they���d suspected this. You placated your partner with a touch to his arm, your hand holding his forearm around your chest. 

“Sorry about the room, guys. I’ll see to replacing the dresser.” You blinked slowly at the mess in the room, only really noticing how much carnage you’d wreaked in your fit of rage. “And uh, pillows. And covers. I’ll get the wall seen to as well… and the bed frames.” You cringed with each needed repair listed, falling further into embarrassment. “Uh… sorry.” 

Nanaba raised a brow, before rolling her eyes. “That’s all replaceable. You, however, are not. We’re just glad you’re still alive and okay.” It was rare for Nanaba to say things like this. Her harsh exterior masked just how loving she truly was, even if she didn’t always show it in conventional ways.

It’s part of the reason why she’s one of your closest friends. A mutual understanding of tough love. 

“Thanks, Nana.” You nodded in mutual care, your heart warming as Levi squeezed his arms slightly in acknowledged pride. 

“Yeah, don’t get too sappy. You still look like shit. And go to bed for fuck’s sake. It’s, like, three in the morning.” She folded her arms, and you were surprised to see her cheeks slightly tinted pink. You’d never seen her blush before. It was a nice change of pace.

Levi took that as his cue to move from behind you, propping you up with his hand until he’d stood to his feet and lifted you into his chest, arms hooked under your knees and around your back. He would never get tired of carrying you like this.

The side of your head instantly fell against his shoulder, your hands gripping the front of his tee, not having the energy to circle them around his neck. You knew he wouldn’t drop you anyway. 

“It’s kinda jarring seeing the Captain be so affectionate.” Nanaba commented, her arms still folded. 

Nifa nodded in agreement. “It’s a little odd to see, but nice.” She reiterated, much to your amusement and Levi’s displeasure.

“I’m right here.” He muttered, rolling his eyes skyward. Though he looked back down fondly as you pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, a content little smile pulling at the corners of his lips. 

“Alright, bed, everyone. You two, no funny business now, alright?” Hange winked in your direction, and both you and Levi flattened them with identical stares.

“...Hange, I almost bled out. We’ve literally just been through hell and back.” You said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Oh, I’m sure Shorty finds a way.” They grinned mischievously. You opened your mouth to protest, only to find that you had nothing to protest against. Levi looked down at you, wide-eyed, having expected you to refute their claim.

“I mean… they’re not wrong.” You shrugged, much to Hange’s ridiculous delight.

“We’re leaving.” 

There was obviously no room for debate as he strode out the door, clutching you tighter when breezing past the other three, only walking faster as you started to giggle. Before your laughter was cut short when he stepped a little weirdly and his ankle barked in pain. You were out of earshot from the others by now, and it was obvious by your face that you’d felt it.

“What happened?” You asked instantly, already trying to set yourself down from his hold. He, of course, refused.

“Nothing catastrophic. Just bent it fighting the Female Titan. It’s fine.” He kept walking, now struggling to keep his hold on you. If you would stop squirming.

“Levi, put me down. Now.”

“No.”

“I can walk just fine. Just put me down, you’re in pain.”

“If I let you walk, both my ankle and my thigh would hurt. Just stay still.” He countered, his tone clipped. 

“That’s a bullshit excuse. Put me down.” You tried again, only resulting in him holding you closer and tighter.

“Let me do this.” 

You stopped, eyes wide. He wasn’t looking at you. Refused to look at you. So you took a hand off his shirt and gently guided his face to yours by his cheek. “‘Vi?”

Levi took a breath, steeling himself. “I thought I lost you today. I thought you were dead. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to… do this again. So just, let me. Please.” 

You hadn’t thought of it that way. You hadn’t even considered that. You gaped slightly as you realised the last thing he would have heard from you was…

“Okay…” you acquiesced, relaxing in his hold and letting him keep you close. He needed this, just as you needed to scream earlier. He’d let you cry into his embrace, you would let him keep you there. “But the second we’re in bed you’re bandaging that, deal?” You bargained, running your thumb over his cheekbone. Levi rumbled a chuckle, releasing a grateful breath.

“Deal.”

First, one day passed. Then two. Then three. The headquarters were quiet with sorrow. A lot of good soldiers died on that expedition. The whole left side had been wiped out, along with the Special Operations squad. Your squad.

It was silent in the common room, the ghosts of the recent past whispering in between the books on the shelf, echoes of phantom laughter bouncing off the walls. Coffee stains and whiskey spills stained the short elm table between the leather couches, an abandoned deck of cards still askew in the centre. You’d been taking each day as they came, focusing on getting out of bed, eating properly, drinking enough water to keep you going. Levi wouldn’t let you drown yourself in your thoughts, so you drowned yourself in his paperwork, sitting opposite him and taking parchment after parchment from the stack, before he would take the pen from your fingers and call it a night.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to catch you back at it once he’d managed to fall asleep. He would wake up almost instantly, and give you five minutes to return before he would go out after you. More often than not, you forced him to leave the bed just to drag you back. 

You were dreading this day in particular. Memorials. The last one you attended was Ilse’s and you still remember standing in front of her grave when she was declared dead, flowers limp in your hand. You knew you didn’t deserve to be there. You knew you should have swapped places. That she should be there, flowers in hand in front of your grave. You would have given anything to go back and fix it. To tell her to take your horse and run. To at least try and save her life. It was a cruel reminder that you only get one chance. Fuck it up, and you live with the consequences for the rest of your life.

“It’s time.”

You stared out the window of the common room, the rain leaving trailing droplets down the glass pane. In your hands you held your friends: Gunther’s most cursed doll he bought from the market and placed two miles out from HQ. Oluo’s lucky cravat. One of Petra’s thousand shirts she seemed to own.

And the scarf Eld left for you. 

Turning, you saw Levi in his military coat, hands delved deep into his pockets, his expression softly concerned as he looked at you, eyes glancing briefly to the effects in your hands. 

“I… They had nothing to bury, so I just thought… I thought…” Something thick lodged in your throat, voice cracking, tears spiking your eyes as you fell silent, looking back out the window to avoid showing him your tears. “Shit.” You angrily swiped at your face with the heels of your palms, cradling their souls in your arms. “I can’t. I can’t let them go.” You grit through your teeth, angling your head up to stop your tears from spilling over. Your knuckles faded white as you gripped what remained of your family. 

You didn’t hear him cross the floor to you, only felt his hand settle atop yours, softly unclenching your fist. Once you’d just managed to scramble up your falling pieces, you turned to face him, and dropped all the pieces you’d just picked up. “I don’t know if I can do this.” You whispered brokenly, those tears you tried so hard to keep finally spilling down your cheeks.

Levi caught them with his thumbs, hands cradling your face. “Nobody’s forcing you to go out there. And not one of us would speculate if you’re not there. We’ve all been through grief. We’re no strangers to its void.” You knew he was right. Nobody would think less of you if you didn’t show. But it felt like such a dishonour to them if you didn’t. You looked down to the variety of things in your hands as he slowly took each one from you, folding Oluo’s cravat atop Petra’s shirt, placing the doll by the side. He went to take the scarf, but you held it tight. 

“Not this one. It… It belongs to Georgia. Not me. If she's there today, I’ll… I’m going to give it back to her.” You stared vacantly at the fabric in your hands, slightly crumpled from how tight you’d been clutching it the last few days. Levi’s brows lifted in sceptical concern, but he didn’t say anything. He’d read that letter on your floor. He knew as well as you did who the scarf was for. But it was your decision to make. Not his.

“Alright. You ready?” he asked, openly prepared for if you needed more time. But you nodded once, your grip tightening around the soft fabric once again.

“Yeah… let’s go.”

The rain pattered against your coat as you stepped out of the comforting warmth of the common room and into the grey. At least your grief could be easily disguised, not that it needed to be. You walked beside him the whole way, appreciating the occasional arm squeeze he would give you if he felt you start to lose your composure. You’d asked him to help you stay together. You knew it was a monumental task, but he would try his damn best to do what you needed him to. 

Even in public.

You tried to keep your breathing even as you approached the four, freshly turned mounds of soil. You guess they must have found something to bury for them, or else it was just to make it seem like they still had bodies to bury. You didn’t know which was worse.

You walked alongside Levi up the small row, setting your jaw against those familiar names.

Oluo Bozado.

Petra Ral.

Gunther Schultz

Eld Jinn.

You stopped at the final grave, your scarf held tight to your constricted chest. 

“I’ll give you a moment… Come find me after.” Levi said gently, leaving you with a soft caress down your arm. 

You took a second to collect yourself. Should you say something? Should you just stay silent? You didn’t say anything at Ilse’s memorial.

But you didn’t do anything right when it came to Ilse. 

So you knelt in the grass, rain seeping through the knee of your uniform. You stayed silent for a moment, before settling on how to start.

“Thank you… for– for everything. You saved my life, Eld. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save yours. I was honoured when you asked me to be by your side at your wedding. Honoured. I don’t really know what to do now you’re gone. I guess I’m just… gonna try. But that’s all all of us could ever do, right? Just keep trying. 

“Sorry… this speech isn’t as practised as the one I would have said at your wedding. And, uh, sorry I couldn’t return your copy of Frederik and Jules to you. But rest easy knowing it’s in the safest hands of the world’s number one fan.” You grinned shakily, taking another shuddering breath. “Who the hell am I supposed to have as my best man now? Though I suppose Levi would be choosing that… maybe you could have been head bridesmaid? You’d have looked stunning in a dress.” It almost felt like he wasn’t gone, talking to him like this. And for a brief, blissful moment, you could pretend he was just sitting on the other side of that gravestone, grinning from ear to ear. You released a rogue sob, before composing yourself again.

“Can’t believe you’re still making me cry even now. Always such an asshole.” You laughed tearily, using the damp edges of your jacket to wipe at your cheeks. You placed a hand on the upturned earth, feeling the dirt seep through your fingers. “Shine bright, Eld Jinn. I’ll see you in the stars.” 

You stood, brushing off your hand onto your coat and taking a deep, quaking breath. You turned away, eyes searching for Levi in the rain, before landing on someone you hoped you both would and wouldn’t see.

“Georgia…” She was dressed in black, porcelain skin almost mistaking her for a ghost in the mist. She wore no veil, too similar to her looming wedding day, you’d imagine, but had her hair pinned up in a tight but. Her smile held no venom, only empathetic understanding. 

“I hoped I would see you here.” She spoke with an uncanny softness, as if retelling an old tale by a fireplace. You could see why Eld fell for her the way he did. You dipped your head as she approached, avoiding her warm gaze. You held out your hands, offering her the soft scarf now dotted with rain.

“Eld… he… he, uh, he bought this for you. Before the expedition. He didn’t have the chance to give it to you, so I thought––”

“No. He didn’t.” Her dainty hands enveloped yours, closing your fingers around the scarf. “It was for you. It always was. Eld was… a sentimental man. Having you by his side was his one wish for that day. It was the one thing he wouldn’t compromise. Not that anyone asked him to.” 

Your eyes widened at her calm demeanour, unsure as to how she was managing to keep it. Not only was her fiancé dead because of you, but he’d been in love with you for years before meeting Georgia. She should despise you. 

“I don’t, by the way. I don’t hate you. I know I should, and I was honestly expecting to, but I can’t. You’re… you’re all I physically have left of him.” It was the first time you’d seen tears line her eyes as she looked away. You knew what she meant. You’d known him for longer, since he was a cadet. He was the first on Levi’s list when asked to form a squad of his own. You had so many memories with him, you didn’t doubt she would want to know them all. 

“I’m so sorry… It was my fault. He traded my life for his own. He didn’t even have time to think, He just––”

“Eld never made a decision without first properly weighing up his options. He knew he could die. Every expedition, he knew, could have been his last. So he chose to live life whilst he could. And he wanted you to do the same.” She squeezed your hands, and you knew it was a way to fight back tears. “You have a second chance now. Don’t let his death shackle you to fear. He would want you to move on from this.” She looked to his grave, a melancholic smile playing on her painted lips. “He would want us both to move on.” 

You couldn’t stop yourself from lunging forward and taking her into your arms, and she responded instantly. As perfectly put together as she looked today, you knew she needed this. Someone to see through the shit and just react. So she held you back, gloved fingers scrunching your olive coat. “He was a good man, Georgia.”

She pulled back, and you didn’t want to know whether it was rain or a tear sliding down her cheek. It wasn’t your business to scrutinise her like that. 

“He still is.” You both turned to look at his grave as she said that, as if he was still listening. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was. Taking the scarf in your hands, you wound it around your neck, tying it off with a knot at the side. Georgia’s eyes welled up again as she nodded in approval, her fingers gently brushing against the fabric. You knew it was hard for her to let go of it like that, but as Levi did with you, you didn’t question her methods of coping. Only did what she asked of you.

Georgia said nothing else as you left her to grieve, finding Levi taking shelter beneath the canopy of a large oak. He felt you approach before he saw you, hands still stuck deep within his pockets. 

“You okay?” He asked, by way of greeting as you joined him under the oak, the sudden cease of raindrops creating a strange sense of peace for you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Now I am.” He tenderly tucked a limp stray hair back into place on your head, a gesture you knew was just an excuse to cup the side of your face. Not like you would ever call him out on it. You loved it too much. 

“I’m proud of you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead when he knew no eyes were on you. You smiled, eyes screwed shut as you fought to not to break down again.

“Thank you.” You whispered back, slipping your hand into his pocket to take his. It was moments like these where you didn’t know what you would do without him.

Oh, who were you kidding? All moments you wondered what you’d do without him.

“You sure you’re okay?” He reiterated before beginning to walk back to the barracks, with you in tow. You nodded confirmation, eyes squinting from the thickening lashes of rain. “Good. Erwin, Hange and Armin have come up with a plan to expose the rat now they know who it is. Hange mentioned needing your assistance.” It was the best therapy, going back to work. Georgia was right. You needed to move on from this, and doing your job was the best way forward. It’s what they all would have done for you.

And when you glanced back, you didn’t care whether it was a trick of the light or your mind conjuring images that weren’t there. Because you saw them then. The four, faded figures of your family, waving a fond farewell from the rain. 

[theunkown-yachirusan]

The Crimson Moon

Opening File......

File name : Y/n

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Y/n Uchiha the eldest sister of Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke. The very well known "Akai me no Kaibutsu" or as "The Red-eyes Monster" of Konoha as that time her team was ambushed by a fully armed Shinobi which her friends and teacher was killed and in the process her Sharingan and then her Mangekyou has appeared and she killed everyone and then a ninja from Konoha saw it all. A 10 year old girl killed an army . Her Susano'o barely was barely complete but it did not failed to protect her. When growing up and rising to rank Jonin she and her brother Itachi become Anbu together.She was then imprisoned by Danzo and sealed her never to be seen by anyone after the massacre of her clan, but years later she was released by the man named 'Madara' and recruited her to Akatsuki. She has hidden herself to anyone but her brother and the organization,but when the war has come she revealed herself and was killed by the hands of Kaguya Otsutsuki but unbeknownst to Kaguya, Y/n was the reincarnation of her.

Upon arriving to Valhalla and meeting Brunhilde she found herself at Japanese Pantheon. Reuniting with many familiar faces that she knows back at her own world, the world of Shinobi and her love ones.

When hearing the news of the rise of the demons, she created an association together with the Demon Slayers and Valkyries and Humanities Champions(during the selection). The leaders Herself, Ubuyashiki and Brunhilde became the three main leaders of the association that will ensure the safety of all the beings.

The association was created even before the announcement of eradication of humanity or even the meeting of all the Gods.

Going back, The three main leaders has planned upon the following and the group that will be called :

Alpha squadron consist of all Shinobi together guarding the Swordsmiths and are assigned to go around every pantheons secretly and investigate if there are demons or suspicious around and will kill in secrecy. This squadron has 3 sector :

the Cavaliers who will kill without any hesitations and is grouped to any squadron or group. They are mostly assigned to protect and/or assassinate.

The Revolutionists consist of Akatsuki members but they are the group who will want changes as they all want to go against the Gods since they want to eradicate humanity they are assigned sometimes for negotiations or stealing. Some of them only agreed because they were going to be paid(hi kakuzu) they are the ones who are also called Protestants. They are mostly assigned to protest and to spread rumors.

The Investigators most likely consist of all kages but there are some who are not kages and is assigned to find any traces of Demons around and any suspicious people.

Beta squadron consist of Demon Slayers the ones who will hunts down Demons along with the Cavalier group. Yoriichi tsugikuni, Michikatsu tsugikuni, Lady Tamayo and Yushiro has also become a part of the corps ever since knowing that demons still roam around.

Delta consist of Human Champions(even Buddha is allowed) and Valkyries they are the ones on the spotlight. It was supposedly only the Valkyries but then the eradication of humanity was announced.

But then Brunhilde, Lord Ubuyashiki and Y/n found their selves at the presence of the creators of their world. Along with Nyx, her husband Erebus ,along with the Titans and the rest of the creators has blessed those who are to protect everyone. Which Blessed all those who are in the association. Especially. You.

The Alpha and Beta squad is not to be seen, they are only the darkness and shadow of the Delta squad. They are the ones who will guard down the whole place and every pantheons and never to be seen. No one, not even the Gods has noticed their existence. Except to the God of Underworld.

But before the creation of the association, she asked Brunhilde if she can work at the Norse Pantheon to which she agreed. And informed the Gods rather late.

Her duty at the Norse Pantheon is a maid which was quickly makes everyone question...even Odin was left questioning as to why such a human herself wound want to work...since...working there would be endless. And no human can last forever. or are they?

And the eyes of the Storm meets the incarnation of Otsutsuki Kaguya.

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[g-xix]

RANKING the BETA SQUAD + HC's

Ranking from 1-10 on the who i find most to least attractive out of the beta squad and co! This includes Harry Pinero, Filly, Johnny Carey, Gib and Darkest on top of the beta squad, also.

Kinda just realised after writing this that I didn't rank them on attractiveness but just how much I'd wanna date them + dating headcannons... But either way, onto the rankings:

10. Johnny Carey I gotta give it to him, he's SHREDDED which is a big positive, but his content j isn't relatable or accurate to me which is probs bc the target audience is boys... Still feels a bit dodgy though, not a massive fan of that + the fact I feel like he'd be kinda mean in the relationship and expect you to take a joke is he ever just says smth blatanly rude, which is not it for me. I'll give it to him though- he's really physically attractive and the accent is lowkey kinda hot

9. Filly Felipé He's such boyfriend material. Like, he's so cute and I feel like he'd be so touch-needy and loving, but at the same time he's so energetic I would NOT be able to keep up. And the laugh could probs shatter my eardrums because of the ultrasonic metro-boom it emits. I'm waffling- basically, I think he'd be a great boyfriend but he's just too friendzone-y for me

8. Chunkz  Like Filly, I feel like Chunkz'd be so cute when he's touch-needy and just wants to chill and spend time together... But I feel like he'd be onesided...?? Like, if he wanted to just spend some time cuddling n watching a movie then that's be fine... But if you patted the bed n asked him to come spend some time he'd say "Nah not in the mood"- j like blatantly shut it down which i probs couldn't take, as a very touch-dependant person

7. Darkest This place where "I would deffo date and I think he's so cute" starts on the list. This guy deffo wouldn't turn down some quality affection whether that just be hugging or chilling with his arm around you, and I can imagine him being endless entertainment. Just coming into your room, asking what you're doing before launching into random conversation for approximately two hours before he remembers he came to let you know dinner was ready and on the table. He may be bald, but he's proof that boyfriend material isn't measured in hair follicles 🫶

6. Gib He's probs quite high on the list, but he'd be such a vibe honestly. He'd make fun of you in the way that's easily laugh-off-able and he'd not get offended if you threw a comment back. Definitely says no whenever you ask whether he wants to go out or spend time together, but when you go to leave he says "JOKING, JOKING, OF COURSE I DO" and then plans out the most amazing date or just general thing to do.

5. Sharky I know people might think he's proper low on the list but idk i just grew out of my finding Sharky hot phase within like two weeks... I think it has something to do with the fact someone called him a variation of Paul Breech on TikTok and that altered all my perceptions of Sharky. That being said, I feel like if he even looked at me for a SECOND I'd fold. Undeniably, this man is attractive, and I feel like he'd be so good in a relationship. He'd happily oblige to touch and cuddling and organise such cute dates even once he's asked you to be his gf. He's a Pinterest-core boyfriend I reckon <3

4. Harry Pinero I SEE EVERYONE PUTTING PINERO SO LOW. NAH. HE'S... Annoying at times but fine. I have conflicted feelings about his personality, but when he's that fine I can let being slightly annoying slide. I think he'd be so touchy around friends because he wants to show you, the gf off. Absolutely, unbelievably proud to have you as a gf and always has his arm around your waist, or your shoulder, or is bending down to whisper something into your ear with a grin. Also this might be a bit out of pocket, but I feel like sex life with him would absolutely be one of the most exciting- you all heard the story about him getting head in the back of the taxi, right? Yeah, sex life w Pinero would be WILD. 

3. Niko He's fine but it feels wrong bc he has a gf- ever since I found that out I've been HEARTBROKEN- LIKE SOMEONE THAT'S FRESH OUT OF BEING DUMPED, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO AVOID HIM AND NOT CATCH FEELS AGAIN 😭.  That being said, he's undeniably fucking gorgeous and he's funny and... He's everything. He is the moment. He is... not mine :( . He's got the full package though fr, and putting him any lower that top 3 on this list would be a VIOLATION.

2. AJ Honestly broke my heart having to choose between AJ and Kenny for top spot because they're BOTH. SO. FINE. Aj's hair is so attractive and his eyes are just so UGH. Man's out here proving the triangle really is the strongest shape. He's such a mix of golden-boyfriend-material and would-be-super-annoying, but I would cherish this man either way. I may be taller than him, but he's just too fine- his style, his hair, his eyes, his triangle-head- he's too hot for this world.

1. Kenny Of course, this man had to be number one. The hair when it's fresh is absolutely gorgeous and either way, he's so fine with the durag on. And the glasses as well?? Completely weak in the knees. He screams confidence because he just knows he's hot and that somehow makes him even more attractive. Plus him being a boxer but also being so soft and touchy just makes him 100% boyfriend material. Don't try convince me otherwise. Also strikes me as the type of guy to just know what you want... Like, he'd just come home randomly with ginger nut biscuits and you would finish them before the end of the day because they're just exactly what you needed. And he'd plan dates so perfectly. Once again, this man is fresh out of Pinterest, the way he'd organise the cutest picnic dates and activity nights <33

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I'm not too sure who you're meant to tag in tag lists but I'm gonna tag @lia-wrld who's also done this (check out her list) and @kennysboxergf who I first saw do this!

Thanks for reading n hope everyone enjoyed :)

To see more, here's my MASTERLIST

[skz-vivi]

abilities and skills !

she can play the piano, the violin and the guitar.

she knows how to rollerskate and skateboard.

she has a diverse vocal range being the second deepest voice but can also direct her voice to go high.

she can fake cry on the spot.

she is very quick in learning choreos.

her dance style is having sharp, clean movements.

it isn't hard for her to think of a freestyle on the spot.

she is great with little kids.

her aim is very accurate which made her pique an interest in archey.

she can keep her eyes open for a long time without blinking.

she has really good reflexes and intuition.

it is really easy for her to win debates as she has very good thinking and argumentative skills.

interests, hobbies & habits !

she doesn't particularly watch anime but one of her favorite tv shows is 'the disastrous life of Saiki K'.

she’s very interested in fashion. she also likes to draw. by merging those two hobbies together, she sometimes draws clothing designs.

she goes crazy during karoake.

she is the biggest fan of sanrio and has lego pieces of hello kitty, kuromi, cinnamon roll, pochacco and chococat in her dorm.

once she falls a sleep, she'll be lost in a dream forever unless force is used to wake her up.

she tends to zone out a lot.

she adores baking (even though it may not always turn out cooked).

she loves watching kids shows like total drama, miraculous ladybug, victorious and more.

she can differentiate people by how they walk up the stairs (she used to sneak her phone a lot when she was younger).

her favourite youtubers are the beta squad.

she loves loves loves roblox and will never stop talking about it.

when eating, she either eats in humongous bites or stuffs everything down at once.

she has the habit of when someone asks her to do something, she says no but will do it anyway.

she is a foodholic and a sugarholic.

she owns a pink polaroid camera (gifted by hyunjin) she takes everywhere as she loves photography.

she tends to be quite sarcastic.

she has a habit of being loud in general: when talking, laughing, sneezing etc.

miscellaneous !

she auditioned online with tell me by wonder girls.

she joined jyp entertainment in 2019, when she was 18 years old.

she trained for 1 year and 4 months.

she is the 1st nigerian kpop idol.

she is called an ace, the nation's barbie and charisma queen by netizens.

her nicknames given by stay are 떡토끼 (mochi bunny), london princess, 별얼굴 (star face), jelly girl and chubs.

her nicknames give by her band mates are chatterbox, mimimimi (the cartoonish sleeping sound), mickey mouse and cheeks.

she is close with all of the groups under jype and she is also close with tomorrow x together's soobin, le sserafim's yunjin, enhyphen's jungwon, aespa's giselle, and soloist chaeyeon.

her role models are her parents, bang chan and Jesus.

she is a very strong Christian and reguarly goes to church.

her favourite colour is pink.

when she was younger, she wanted to be a paediatrician or an actress.

she has ranked on tc chandler's 100 most beautiful faces ever since she debuted. she ranked 86th in 2020, 63rd in 2021, 31st in 2022 and 11th in 2023.

pre-debut, her favourite kpop groups were: twice - her bias being jihyo; red velvet - her bias being joy; gfriend - her bias being umji and shinee - her bias being taemin.

motto: "love always".

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God loves you ♡

[weskin-time]

Rest

Captain John Price x GN!Reader

youre a prideful idiot who wont take a break even when their body is screaming at them to heal and rest, and Price humbles you.

not beta read

i know more about the air force than i know about the army. i used to be in ROTC so i have very faint ideas on how the military works im also still loopy on pain meds so i apologize for any mistakes this also just fuckin sucks ass im sorry.

I took the saying "fuck the military" too literally and now im writing fics for old british army men

You were the definition of exhausted. For three weeks you were deployed out to a frigid Russian forest trying to find the location of some worthless man. You were sent out with a team of men to lead this mission, you knew you could handle it, you knew Gaz and the other men who came with you could handle it, but no one can handle Russian winters better than Russians.

It had been a useless hunt at first, slow and steady making your way through bases and killing dozens of men before you got intel on where the man you were looking for was hiding. After three weeks in Russia, you finally arrived back home with new intel and the man in question captured.

Your bones ached with chill that never left you, as if the snow had sunk itself into your flesh and kissed your bones, your fingers ached the most, even through heavy gloves you could never shake the numbing chill. Your body felt heavy as if your collar bones weighed 40 pounds, every breath you took was deep and sore, you legs were made of lead as you limped from the helicopter pads to the weapons bay. Your eyes strained in the darkness of the night and you tried your hardest to not close them as you walked the path. You didn't have time to sleep or rest you had to clear and turn in your guns before even thinking of rest, you had paperwork to fill out, reports needed to be made to be processed, a meeting with Captain Price and Laswell needed to be scheduled, you didnt even want to think about the paper work you needed to fill out for capturing a man, and you told Gaz you would take his weapons to the bay to clear them for him so he could get some much needed rest. He looked the worst out of the two of you and you couldn't just not help him and his puppy dog eyes, the two of you were very close even though you were a higher rank than him, which he hated the hell of and you teased him for it.

You did sustain a few injuries over the three weeks, sprained left ankle, you were stabbed in the same leg in the thigh, and a bunch more cuts and bruises but those were minor, Gaz helped you patch up your stab wound as you tried not to punch him out of reflex when he got out a needle and thread. Gaz took a few scrapes here and there but he mostly was just exhausted from the cold, probably more than you were, or maybe he flashed you his puppy dog eyes knowing your heart couldn't say no to him, either way he was probably already resting up in his warm bed trying to sleep away the cold ache.

You noticed you were slightly swaying when you entered the weapons bay, your limp wasn't the only thing causing it, you were exhausted, but there was no time to rest. Not surprising that the bay was empty, it was almost 1am and almost everyone from your squad was sound asleep in their beds, lucky them. You didnt know or care at the moment with what they do with the Russian captive, youll figure it out after the meeting with Price and Laswell.

Setting down Gaz's sniper you began to de-arm yourself taking the M17 from your thigh holster and the M4 off you back, unloading the clips and mags from them and began to take them apart for cleaning. Cleaning guns was always fun for you, taking them apart and putting them back together, the little clicks and sounds they made were satisfying. Your eyelids felt more like lead as you took apart the pistol, you swear you blinked for a second and when you opened them back up again your head was almost on the table, you knew you were tired but you didnt think you were that tired. You exhaled and scrunched your eyes closed before opening them wide as if that would help you. Youre so sore you can feel the muscles in your shoulders straining as you picked up Gaz's rifle and began to clear that. There was no time to sleep you needed to get so many things done before you even had the idea of resting, you wondered if Ghost ever got this way and you wondered what could keep him up for so long and maybe you could pull the answer out of him.

"Master Sargent Y/L/N!" Rang a deep British voice, husky like whiskey and cigar smoke, Captain Price has entered the building.

You stood up fast from where you were sitting, shooting up straight and turning around as you stood at attention and saluted your commanding officer, the little surprise woke you up enough to jolt you fast enough. You took him in as he walked to you, why the fuck was he still wearing that dumb bucket hat at 1am? He was without his gear, just wearing an army green tight cotton shirt that was tucked into his light sand camo cargo pants and held up with a belt. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes straight ahead of you at attention but it was very hard not to stare at the way the shirt hugged him way too well. It was still loose enough to leave some idea of what was underneath to your imagination but tight enough to shift and move over his muscles as he walked to you. Gaz and you one time joked that he looked like a cranberry farmer or a dad who got into fishing after retiring with that bucket hat on his head. He was in his late 30s but you swear he was one of the most attractive men you've ever seen in your life, even his weird beard was hot on him.

"At ease kid." He stood next to you and watched you slightly relax out of attention and sit back down to work on the guns again.

"What're you doing up this late Captain?" you asked him as you began to finish up Gaz's gun to avoid his blue stare.

"Just got done talking to Gaz about your mission, wanted to check in to see how things went with you." you were grateful you could have a small debriefing now to get one thing out of the way before you had to work on the rest of everything else. He placed a large hand on your shoulder, putting some weight on your sore body and asked about the mission to which you tried your hardest not to slur your words in a sleepy haze as you gave a simple report of everything, keeping in the story of your injuries and how you got them.

His hand was so big his palm alone covered your shoulder by itself and they were so warm too, it almost unfroze your aching bones just by his touch alone, and the warmth lightly spread to your face, which tickled your eyes making them even more sleepy. You wondered why he put it there in the first place and why he was slightly leaning on you.

"I wanted to have a small word with you." he announced after you finished up the short debrief. your interest was peaked quickly at his words and you sheepishly looked up at him in confusion. He took a small breath in before sighing, "I'm putting you on leave Sargent."

That peaked something that wasn't pleasant in you. Call yourself stubborn because you instantly began to drag your heels into the conversation, "Price I cant go on leave!"

"Just for a week at most y/n." His voice was that of a parent telling their child that they couldn't get Maccas on the way home.

"I have so much I have to do, I cant just sit on my ass while everyone else gets on with it." You argued although your brain was a tad fuzzy from how his hand was on you and the lack of sleep so your arguing wasn't very good in the slightest.

"You're exhausted, I can see it in your eyes kid-"

You cut him off, "Im not-"

"Let me finish solider."

You fell quiet.

"You do this every time you get back from a mission that you're commanding." He explained. "You get back on base and while everyone else takes a few days off to heal and rest you run around like a bloody chicken with its head cut off trying to get work done. I'm helping you out here y/n."

Your ego didn't like that. "Sir I'm fine, I'll get sleep tonight and I'll be chipper by morning, good as new." You tried to be polite with your arguing back.

"And what? Walk around on that healing leg of yours?" His eyes flicked to your left thigh before meeting your eyes again. "I saw you limping when you got off the helo. I think you're the first solider that's fought with me about getting a break."

"I'm alright Captain, really, I'll just finish up here then go to bed and I'll be back to myself in no time tomorrow and get all the reports and paper work ready and done." If you weren't so sluggish you would have felt more anger bubbling in your throat then the little spark that you felt now. Your words were slurring slightly and you knew deep down he was right but you didn't want to hurt your pride and admit it.

"Stand up." He ordered.

Confused you tried to push your body up but was completely halted by his hand on your shoulder. He wasn't even leaning his full weight onto you and your thighs shook at you trying to stand up against him, this should have been easy but it felt like your body was shutting down, you were being provided proof in what he was saying was true and even then you still tried to fight it, but nothing came of it. Were you really that weak? You weren't weak. This should be nothing compared to what you can do normally and yet you felt a sting on your ego. Your whole body protested trying to get up again.

You hung your head in a sign as you stopped trying. A very very tired part of your brain popped up with the thought of liking this weird imbalance of power being displayed, it liked the way he looked when you had to crane your sore neck up to see him, loved the way his eyes felt as they looked down upon you. You need to shut that part of your brain off before you eat your own shoes.

"It's an order Sargent." his voice was firm.

Some dumb part of you had one weak last attempt at an argument in you as you slurred, "I'm not even that tired." and as soon as it left your mouth you cringed at how fucking stupid you sounded.

"Oh come on that was pathetic." he was right it was a very pathetic last attempt.

Your eyes trailed up his toned arms and to his eyes, "Fine."

"Good cause you had no choice. I already had it approved." He blew out some air from his nose in a small laugh.

A break did sound nice, the thought of your shitty cot and thin blanket sounded like heaven to you, like the thought alone lifted your bones of some of the deep ache. You knew your past actions labeled you as stubborn, stubborn enough to warrant this entire situation. You probably were the only solider in the world who protested a vacation. You sighed as he removed his hand from your shoulder, the anger you once felt sloshing away down the drain as your head began a dull thrumming.

"Cant have one of my best men running around like that sweetheart." his voice was course and sent a shiver down your spine, you closed your eyes and mulled over the pet name in your head, you loved the way it made your heart flutter and your chest tighten. If only would call you soft names all the time, you dont think you could get tired of hearing him talk ever.

Your eyes opened wide when you felt a thumb and a finger pinch your chin and force you to look up, your eyes looked into his blue ones in tired confusion mixed with shock. Your face felt even warmer than before, it spread from your face down your neck and seeped into your aching bones and began to thaw them out, the warm that you so missed in those weeks settled into your flesh.

"Hey, how about i take you out tomorrow? There's this new pub Soap wants me to try and since you're not doing anything might as well come with me for a drink or two."

You have to be so very tired with how long it took to register in your mind that your captain was asking you out on a fucking date. You just sat there for a second in shock before your brain caught up to your ears and sent your heart into overdrive. You were defiantly not tired anymore.

"I-, wha- uh, yea sure! i mean." You were so flustered that you fumbled over your words which made you even more flustered. "Yea I would love that, it would be fun Price." you coughed out finally.

"Good. I'll come by your flat in the afternoon." He leaned down to you and he pulled you closer to him by your chin. "Now please go get some sleep, kid. Youll need it for tomorrow sweetheart." and placed a kiss to your forehead before turning away and leaving you as if he didnt just ask you on a date, call you pet names, and kiss your forehead. His beard was scratchy and the skin still tickled after he departed but it felt nice, comforting. You totally didnt stare at his ass as he walked away and left the weapons bay. How the fuck are you going to be able to sleep now??

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Attractiveness scale

Im trying to sleep at the moment but the sleep just ain’t coming ya know so im gonna post this and dip but I wanted to rate the Beta Squad members and a few of the guests by attractiveness for fun 🤷‍♀️

this is personal so like not who’s conventionally attractive but who is to me 🤭

the ten ppl I will be ranking are Sharky, Kenny, Chunkz, AJ, Niko (obvs) and then Darkest, Filly, Gib, HP and Johnny Carey cus i cant remember no one else

also no one talk about the spelling mistakes in this it’s late and i dont wanna spell check rn

Coming in on Number Ten its

10 - Harry Pinero

his hairlines reached the base of his skull at this point and he’s just never really been my fav guest so he gets last place unfortunately 😕😕 i think this is only bcus he violates my faves and I stand up against bullying thank you very much

9 - Yung Filly

ok yall gonna get mad at me for this one but he’s very bf material i cant lie just not very attractive for me? There’s some vids and photos where he’s like FINNEEE but then most of the time he’s mad funny and cute just not that attractive ya know and he looks like he’s 4’3”, like I KNOW he’s taller but he dresses and the way he moves idk he moves short af

8 - AnesonGib

ok so I had him 6th originally but I acc looked at pics of him and changed my mind, I have not seen a single Gib vid like from his own channel, ive seen gib in the Mafia vid, some old Chunkz vids and ive seen his fights but he’s so FINE and underrated as fuck like?? Appreciate this man?? And he seems mad kind. I <3 Gib. I do not know anything about him tho but I recently saw a vid of Chunkz from like 6 years ago with him in it and Young gib? Mad fine but also he looks almost child entertainer ish so do with that what you will

7 - Chunkz

aight ya ok, my BAD, im SORRY but like he’s just not it for me, he’s leng i wont lie but like he’s so authoritative and i cant with that ya know? Like I need a chill man for me im somehow worried this man gonna slap my neck if I talk back and im not tryna get treated like toddler im tryna be your girl? calm ur ass down and we talk

6 - AJ

ok SO I know, I know, im going to get absolutely dragged and maybe even jumped for how low this is but like once again he’s very aggressive and sh and I cnat deal with that, he MAD fine tho he’s so Hahrhdhhfbdnsk but like I rate the others better he is taller then me tho so he can have that

5 - Johnny Carey

YALL SLEEP ON THIS MAN, YALL ARE SNORING AND DROLLING AND EVERYHTING CUS THIS MAN IS SO FINE like I cnat deal with him he’s so fine to me? Like yeah he looks a little wonky and asymmetrical but like? Have you seen the wya he looks at people? Omgmgmmgmg

4 - Kenny

considerably low considering my username but ive developed as a person dont judge me but he mad mad good looking, when he boxes?? 10/10 in a track suit?? 10/10 this entire man is one big SMASH like ❤️

3 - Niko

this man is so cute but also hot its weird to believe he exists like?? I want to climb him like a tree, nuff said and maybe he IS a little lanky but he’s MY sorta lanky (ive always been this way, the nickname for my crush in middle school was lanky tree like taht legit what he called him and looking back he WAS lanky af)

2 - Sharky

Sharky, Sharky, Sharky where do I even start? I think the Sharky girlies on here have said enough for me, he’s hot, he’s cute, he’s nice, he’s funny what more do you even want? And he dresses so NICE and his smile is so SWEET and he’s CARING like omg I might fall in luv and his Hands. Thats it. Look at his hands my Lordy lord.

1 - Darkest Man

my bae, my love, I will defend his bald head for life, Aaliyah has SPOILED me by mentioning how fine he was cus now i cant Stop watching every video ever with him in it, ive watched FootAsylum, his own channel, Chunkz Channel, Sharky’s Channel, even JD sports just to watch him on my screen like he’s so funny I’m cracking up every other second and he looks good doing it too and the faces he makes and HIS HANDS omg dont even get me started heiwkwkskfb I cnat even he’s my no. 1 🫶🫶

Done

ok so taht was my list and now im gonna nominate my mutuals to do this too, you can go for the same guests or choose your own its entirely up to you but I wann see some more opinions so please do it 🫶🫶

Taglist- @b4tasquad @allygatcr @shuuuuush @vctrvn-ls

Sadly that is all my moots, I thought I had more but thats it I guess, I hope yall can find time to do this otherwise its fine 😭🫶

[drawulan]

QQGK Historical AU - Arranged Marriage

So ahh, I was writing this one for eternity and hopefully I will finish it sometime soon! Anyway - here we go Historical AU!

Mr. You's fictitious marriage (9387 words) by Lord111

Chapters: 18/18

Fandom: 全球高考 - 木苏里 | Quán Qiú Gāo Kǎo - Mù Sū Lǐ

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Qin Jiu/You Huo (Quán Qiú Gāo Kǎo), 154 & 922 (Quán Qiú Gāo Kǎo)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Historical, Fake Marriage, Sexual Harassment, not between jiuhuo, Mentions of War, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, traumatic past, Touch Aversion, Slow Burn, Political Intrigues, Explicit Sexual Content, in the later chapters, Getting to Know Each Other, Not Beta Read

Series: Part 4 of QQGK AUs

Summary:

After a series of unfortunate events, You Huo, a former officer of the King's Life Guard, is left with little alternative but to marry in haste.

His fictitious marriage partner is a former member of "the death squad" named Qin Jiu. With his high rank and military awards, You Huo assumed his fiancé to be a disabled old man. That fiancé, however, happened to be young and handsome, though unbearably annoying.

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