#but uhh Connie that’s just how she is

[nox-sssscraps]

Recent blood covered oc’s

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cleaning day

summary: cleaning day with connie

cw: fluff

word count: 1.6k

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you loved saturday’s. it was connie’s day off and you had the whole day to get things done around the house. right now you were in the kitchen washing the dishes that were used to make breakfast. the smell of weed and cleaning products dancing in the air as you dried your hands off to go wake up your sleeping man for breakfast. connie was knocked out in the bed, laying wildly on his back in nothing but boxers and his gold chains sprawled out on his chest. he looked so peaceful, but today you were going to put him to work. you lightly tap his inked chest, blunt sitting between your lips as you watching him stir awake. “get up nigga, and hurry and eat your breakfast because you helping today.”

you balanced the blunt in your mouth as you spoke. standing with one hand on your hip while the other held onto a broomstick. connie stared you up and down. you looked so sexy when you were bossy. booty shorts squeezing your ass while your breasts peeked out the bottom of your loose crop top. your pretty pink scarf wrapped around your long knotless braids. the sight of you made his junior twitch in his underwear. “hellooo. boy i know you hear me. wake that ass up.” before you can tap him again, connie lightly smacks your hand away.

“i’m up mami damnnn.” his voice was so deep in the morning, making you contemplate whether you should continue cleaning or just say “fuck it” and spend the day in bed with him, but you quickly came back to reality. you already did that last saturday and you refused to let it happen twice in a row. plus, you hated cleaning on sundays. sundays were supposed to be days for you and connie to relax before having to go back to work on monday, and you fully intended on spending the entire day binge watching criminal minds with him.

“go eat” was all you said as you turned around to start sweeping the kitchen. before you got too far, connie gave your ass a hard tap, eyes practically glued to the sight of it jiggling from the contact. “and good morning to you too sexy”. you feigned indifference as you left the room, but your stomach was really doing flips. connie was just as sexy as can be at all times of the day.

by the time you finished sweeping the kitchen, connie was finishing up the rest of his plate, still in just his boxers as he puts it in the sink. “ima wash it later” he says quickly before you can complain. he knew you like the back of his hand. “aight well since i’m done sweeping you can mop this floor” connie nodded to your demand, walking towards the cabinet to grab some cleaning supplies before walking to the closet to get the mop. “unt uhh what you using to clean the floor?”

connie looked at you with a confused face, feeling that you should already know his product of choice. “you know i only use fabuloso mami.” he replied, holding up the container full of purple liquid with a smile. every time connie mopped an area, he used wayyyy to much product. a simply bottle of fabuloso should last at least a week and a half before you have to start watering it down, but when connie gets to it he can use up to half the bottle in a day.

the smell reminded him of when he was younger. the sound of old merengue music softly waking him. before long, his mom would bust into the door, fussing at him over how dirty his room was. she’d eventually have him get up to help her clean around the house. the smell of lavender fabuloso wafting into his nose as he would clean basically every part of the house with it until the end of the day. “ven aquí, chico loco. ayuda a mamá a hacer la cena.” his mom would say, apron on as she lightly shoved the wooden spoon towards him. “vale mamá”.

“don’t use too much baby. you be using damn near the whole bottle on just the kitchen” your voice coaxed connie out of his thoughts. “vale, mami” he mindlessly says before shooing you away. “i-i know i’m doin’ baby. and gimme my slides” he says, staring down at your small feet fitting loosely in his huge slides.

you raise an brow at his words before kick them off your feet towards him, waking to your room to get your slippers. as you slide your feet into your much better fitting slippers, you hear the music in the living room change, your 90s r&b being switched out for some of connie’s favorites. you were going to protest until you hear the familiar lyrics of one of connie’s favorite songs booming through the speakers. ashing your blunt, you made your way to the source of the music.

la vaca by mala fe played loudly in the living room as you listened to connie say the begining lines word for word. “ yo que estaba durmiendo en mi sabrosa cama. y me llaman para este tremendo tema, ah, ja, ja. c’mere mami dance wit me” connie only really loved this song because when you first met him you bragged about knowing a lot of spanish music.

you were embarrassed to say the least when the only two found in your playlist were suavemente and la vaca. connie didn’t judge though, singing both of them word for word in front of you to show that he knew them as well. he eventually taught you a bunch of songs he knew to widen your horizon. you smiled as you quickly made your way to him, holding each of his hands in yours as the two of you moved around quickly to the song. loud giggles can be heard as you watched connie get more into the song.

“pero ven acá tú, ¿y cuál es tu plan? ¡ay señorita! ven para-” he was so cute, but the two of you had a lot to do today. “okayyyy papa let’s get back to work” you cut him off. the need to get everything done today overpowering your yearning for some fun. “we can dance tomorrow if we get this done now.” connie frowned at your statement, not wanting to stop just yet, and before it ended, he quickly let go of you to add a song to the top of the queue. “un momento, mami…un momento…” connie mumbled his echo as you rolled your eyes, quietly waiting until you heard another familiar song begin to play.

you made a confused face as you begin to question your boyfriends choice. “you wanna clean to this? it’s softer than what we usually listen to.” connie takes your hand in his, placing his other palm in the middle of your back. obsesión by aventura playing softly around the house as he spoke. “we clean later. we bachata now.” he whispered calmly, the corner of his mouth slightly lifting as you looked up at him. you started smiling ear to ear as he moved your body to the music. this song always reminded you of your first date with connie.

he was driving you home, hand tangled in yours as the song quietly played through his speakers. you had no idea what was being said, but you liked it. you watched as connie sang along to the lyrics, much deeper voice portraying his own version of the song in a different pitch. he was so handsome. connie noticed you tapping your fingers to the beat on your thigh as he pulled into your driveway, instantly coming up with an idea for you to enjoy the song in a deeper sense.

“thanks for tonight, i had a great time boo.”you smiled before trying to leave the car, but before you can open the door, you were haulted by his hand squeezing yours. “of course hermosa…but it’s not over yet.” you watched connie exit the car, making his way to your side before eventually opening your door for you. “come on out mami. i wanna show you sum.” you take his outstretched hand as you exit the car as well.

“boy what you about to do?” connie shushes you before reaching into the car to turn the song up louder. “you dance?” before you could reply, you found your hand already in his with another strong hand in the middle of your back. “i-i don’t know how.” you panic, but you’re quickly soothed by connie lips on your forehead. “don’t worry i’ll teach you. just follow me.”

the two of you ended up dancing with the song on replay for about an hour, getting the hang of it within the first twenty minutes or so. before he let you go, connie made sure to walk you to your door, planting a light kiss on your lips. he looked into your eyes one more time. “ima see you friday, yea?” you look away, getting shy from the kiss. “mhm friday.” you haven’t forgotten the song since that day. labeling it as the song that started it all for the two of you.

“cmon hermosa just one dance.” connie whispered, gently pulling you from your thoughts. instead of fighting with him, you let the music take you as you looked into his eyes. muscle memory kicking in as you repeated the same steps he taught you that night. you knew the two of you weren’t going to finish cleaning today, but you didn’t care. feeling glad to dance the rest of the day away with the man you love. plus, there was always sunday.

[deestorytime]

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. You could feel Levi's steely gaze burning into the back of your head as you scrubbed the floor of the HQ's common room. The argument from this morning still hung in the air. You had both said things you didn't mean, but neither of you was ready to apologize just yet.

You and Levi worked in silence, each movement exaggerated in an effort to ignore the other's presence. You scrubbed a particularly stubborn stain on the floor, your frustration obvious in the way you attacked it. Levi, on the other hand, was carefully dusting the shelves, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"So, uh, how's everyone doing?" Connie attempted to break the silence.

No one answered, their eyes darting between you and Levi. Even Sasha tried to lighten the mood. "You know, I once read that cleaning is a great way to relieve stress. Maybe if we all work together, we'll be done faster and feel better!"

Levi's eyes flicked up at you for a moment before returning to his task. "Cleaning is fine. It's the company that's stressful."

You couldn't help but shoot back, "Well, no one's forcing you to stay."

Eren exchanged awkward glances with Armin and Mikasa, who were both trying their best to stay out of the line of fire while Connie and Jean were doing their best to stifle their laughter.

Sasha tried to break the ice again, "Hey, did you guys hear the one about the Titan who walked into a bar?" she started. Everyone groaned, “Uhh, at least let me finish…” She said nervously as You and Levi both turned to stare at her.

Eren finally couldn't take it anymore. "Hey, uh, maybe we should take a break?" he suggested, trying to ease the tension.

Levi shot him a look that could have frozen fire. "No breaks. Keep working."

"Right, working," Eren mumbled, quickly turning back to his task.

Hange decided to intervene. "Come on, you two," she said, approaching both of you. "How long are you going to keep this up? It's like watching a pair of angry cats trying to claim the same litter box."

You couldn't help but snort at the analogy. Just then, as you reached for a cleaning cloth, you missed the edge of the shelf, and the bucket of soapy water you were holding slipped from your grasp. The water splashed all over the floor—and your shoes.

Levi walked over, his expression still stern as he grabbed a mop from the corner and handed it to you. "Here."

You took the mop from him, your fingers brushing against his. The contact sent a small jolt through you, and you both paused, looking at each other.

"Thanks," you mumbled, your cheeks warming.

Levi nodded briefly. "Just don't make a habit of it."

Eren, unable to help himself, whispered to Armin, "Did we just witness a truce?"

Armin smiled, relieved. "Looks like it."

As the cleaning continued, the atmosphere gradually lightened. Levi and you still exchanged the occasional glare, but there were also moments of shared glances and brief smiles. By the time the HQ was spotless, the tension had mostly disappeared. Levi pulled you aside.

"We're not done talking," he said quietly.

You nodded. "I know. But maybe we can talk without yelling this time."

He gave a small smile. "Maybe."

The others breathed a collective sigh of relief, and Sasha couldn't help but blurt out, "Finally! Now, can we please find some food?"

[raynehmms]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

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You wake up out of your sleep, just getting to bed after your long ass shift at Chili’s. “There’s no way” you roll your eyes as you answer your phone, your best friend’s name displaying. “I can tell you were rolling your eyes.” She squints her eyes at you, “Yeah cuz u were on a date what happened?” You laugh lightly your red silk bonnet eliminating in the light of your phone. She rolls her eyes at the question. “First of mind yours.” You laugh and sit up in your silk lined blanket falling off your body to your waist. “Ill mind mine when you actually get somewhere. How long have you been moping round bout a nigga that cheated on you?? I love you but this has to stop. Like immediately.” You stare into her eyes and watch as she looks down her eyebrows furrowed as tears threaten to prick her eyes. “And don’t you start crying again, go take a shower and go to bed I’ll call you tomorrow okay?” She sniffs a little “you right I’ll talk to you later byeee” you hang up the phone and put it on the charger falling back asleep. You wake up a little late, realizing that you rush to get up, having the opening shift after closing was hard as hell but you need the money so…who are you to complain? You take a quick shower and throw on a fresh uniform rushing out your house and damn near sprinting to your bus stop making sure not to miss the bus.

Couple hours later…

“Y’all niggas need to hurry up fo I leave y’all ass.” Ony says closing his car door. “You ain’t gon leave us.” Connie laughs. “Wanna bet?” Ony adjusts his hat and sunglasses as walks up to the Chilis , the rest of the group following behind. Adorning the same hat and glasses as he did. The bell jingles above the door as they walk in immediately getting bombarded with noise of families and waitresses rushing around the busy restaurant. “Hi how many people?” You say not looking up from the tablet In front of you already hearing the jingle. “Uhh 5 people, can we get a table away from people.” He lowers his head, his hat coving the view of his face. “”Weirdo”” you think, “well right now we are kind of busy so it’ll be hard for me to find a table away from people.” You look up at him and sigh, the tines from working to closing the previous night and opening this morning were hitting you like a truck. “We have a table it’s not clean right now but as soon as it is I’ll let you know. Can I get a name and number?” You look at him. “Uhhh well just go to table right now and you can clean it when we get over there.” You scoff, “that’s not my job sir, but whatever you like.” You shrug your shoulders and grab 5 menus and walk them to a dimly lit table in the corner of the restaurant. “I’ll be back give me a minute please.” You walk away as they sit down and ask the busser to clean the table and let the waiter know you sat a group in their section. You walk back up to the hostess booth, in the process walking past their table. “Aye can we get some water over here??” Connie yells a little. “Aye shit the fuck up, you the reason we got caught last time.” Jean rolls his eyes. You sigh and walk back over to them. “Sure by waiter will be with you shortly, anything else.” Annoyance lacing your tone. “Damn she fine asf.” Jean whispers just enough for you to hear making you roll your eyes. It also causes most of the group to look up at you. Ony’s eyes widened before settling back in the street outside. He speaks up. “Nah that's it, I wouldn't want to waste yo time.” You huff as you walk away walking to the waitress in that section, Aj. “Can you get table 14 some water so they can stop bothering me?” “You okay?” She asked, concerned. “Yea my head hurts a little, I’ll be ight almost time for me to go anyways.” You walk away and go back to the hostess area, sitting there doing nothing to your relief besides saying bye to the passing customers that are leaving the restaurant. After 2 hours or so you finally see the last group before you clock out and walk towards the hostess desk, Ony stopping before he walks out. “My bad for all the bs they be on. Can I get yo number? Maybe I can repay you or sum?” You laugh sarcastically. “Nah you good, have a nice night though.” You gesture towards the door not looking up, and clocking out via the tablet in front of you. And you walk away.

To clock out and grab your coat and bag from the locker, locking it after and walk out the staff entrance looking up at the bright sun as you slip your headphones into your ear and plug them into your phone playing the same playlist you’ve listened to since you were in middle school, and take out a pre roll you’ve had in your small ouch you keep in your bag for times of feeling down and drained like now. You walk to an abandoned park near your house and light your blunt while sitting on a bench away from the eye of people.

As you inhale you think of all the things that frustrated you that day, causing you to clench you unoccupied hand in anger, as you exhale you let it all go, realizing you have so much left of your day to be dwelling on stupid people with bland taste buds, you would know, you’ve tried the food at your job and to say there was no black people as cooks was obvious due to the unseasoned food they gave you. You put the blunt to your lips and continue smoking, not paying attention to the nature surrounding you, in your own world waiting for the bad memories to become numb to you, and the blissfulness to take over.

Word count: 1058

A/N- FIRST CHAPTER ngl I did take some inspiration from a Wattpad book I read a couple weeks ago cuz it was stuck in my head but nothing is completely direct (strike out by AMPj101 on wp)

[leviismybby]

Don't struggle

Pairing: Postwar!Levi Ackerman x reader

Concept: Helping Levi cut his hair bc baby struggled after losing his fingers. Also, Levi being totally smitten with you.:((

No warnings, it's pure fluff.

A/N: This is the first time I have written something for postwar Levi and I loved it.

Taglist: @yakaaamoz @youre-ackermine @levisbrat25 @the-milk-anon @laraackerman @notgoodforlife @ackermendick @levisgreyeyes

All his life Levi was used to relying on himself, he never was the type to ask for help. So when he lost his fingers about two years ago, he never thought that the most simple tasks would be the most difficult. Cutting his hair has become hard but apparently, ODM gear is just fine to work with.

But things have changed for him and others, he finally opened that tea shop he has wanted so much, Jean and Mikasa have gotten married, Connie learned how to ride a car, Nicolo opened his own restaurant. Things have gotten better after such hardships that he and the rest had to go through.

He has met you, you were a regular in his shop always ordering chamomile tea with chocolate cookies on the side. Levi got so used to your smile that on the days you weren't there, he started to wonder if anything had happened to you and if you were alright.

One day you walked into his shop with a box in your hands telling him all about how awful your boss was and that you quit your job. Levi offered you a job as a waitress even if you had no background in such things, you learned quickly.

So here you are now watching him from the hallway of the shop as he struggles with the scissors in front of the mirror. The shop hasn't opened yet so you had a little bit of time.

"Levi, would you like me to help?" You ask softly, approaching him with a smile. "No, I-" He tried to continue not to distract you from your work but the scissors had other plans.

"Let me help you, please? You're gonna poke your other eye out otherwise." Puffing, Levi leans back in his chair looking at himself in the mirror.

He has gotten used to these scars, these scars that are a reminder that he can't run from his past. His eyes soften as he sees you in the mirror picking up scissors from the ground and lightly blowing them to clean off any dust.

You have never judged him. Not once. Not even the first time you met did you make a face or a comment about his appearance.

Levi can watch you work for days, his customers often praise you to him. That smile never leaves your face, it's always present even when you aren't in your best mood.

Especially on those sunny days when the terrace is open, your hair flows in the wind beautifully and Levi is always enchanted by your looks.

Raven locks fall on the floor as you carefully cut his hair, you know how he prefers it, always with an undercut. The silence between you is comfortable, it always is.

You hate seeing him struggle like this, he was a bit hard around the edges but once you got to know him he turned out to be the best man you have ever met, kind and thoughtful. No one else has cut his hair for him except his mother, she would've loved you, Levi thinks.

Running your fingers through his hair, you look to see if you had missed a spot. "There, all done! I hope I did a good job, it won't be as perfect as yours but I tried my best."

"It's perfect thank you." Levi looks up at you you're perfect he thinks, you blush looking away. "Uhh I should clean the floor, the shop will open soon."

"Of course." Levi gets up from his wheelchair and you quickly push him down by his shoulder to sit down. "Levi don't. I'll do it." Sometimes he could walk almost normally without any struggle but he had days where he couldn't even hold his knee in place from the pain.

He hisses shortly at the pain in his knee but nods at your words. Truly he is grateful that he has you by his side and maybe in the future he can have you by his side forever.

[girlreblogger]

movie nights! chapter 2

conniexblackfemreader. it’s fall..

orihime (girl in the banner) photo credit goes to @/Xoxo_io on pinterest!

— fluff, chapter 2/5, 3rd pov, more connie-reader interaction soon use of y/n, not proof read, longer, really just getting to know the characters more, enjoy! - chapter 1 -

y/n and eren walked back into the living to see armin and mikasa laughing at something armin found in his camera roll. “you guys ready?” Y/n asked with her hands heavy with a bowl of popcorn and candy, skipping over to sit back in her seat between mika and armin. she handed mikasa some twizzlers while armin placed the bowl in his own lap. Mikasa sat on the long couch, furtherest away from the tv. That made her closer to connie who sat on the shorter couch against the wall across from the tv. Her eyes flickered from the bunches of horror film’s advertising themselves on the television and then to connie. He was opening up a tiny bag of halloween themed m&ms that eren brought from the kitchen. “don’t pick a scary movie.” Mikasa blurted while looking him in the eye intensely. He lifted his eyes from the candy and then to his friend.

“Uhh..” Connie internally chuckled at the scared look on her face. “I won’t.” He assured with a small snicker. He wasn’t planning on doing it anyway since he knew she hated them. All her friends heard the story of her at her uncle levi’s house on one halloween. It ended with her screaming and running through the house because he thought the best way to bond with his neice was through scary movies he didn’t find the least bit frightening. But for an eight year old? large titans coming out of walls, eating and trampling people, skinless faces seemingly mutilated on the screen was the ultimate nightmare inducer.

Eren handed Connie some more candy and laid on his shoulder with a huff. “You want some?” Eren asked while pointing a box of mike and ikes towards his friend. “You know ion eat them” Connie laughed while shooing eren off who just shrugged. “i want some” Armin spoke, he quickly got up and snatched the box from eren. “now how you gonna take my stuff like that.” Eren watched armin pour the candies in his mouth listening to the sound of the candies clinking together. “Alright bro that’s enough!” Eren yelled, trying to stop his candies from being eaten.

Y/n looked over at armin from talking to mikasa and put her hand out expectantly. “And y/n I didn’t say you could get any.” Armin quickly shook some in y/n’s hands before eren stood up and snatched the box from him. “..my shit back.” Eren mumbled while connie cackled and mikasa shook her head while calling his name aggressively. Mikasa was the mom of those two.

“Damn you scratched my hand with the box.” Armin mumbled with attitude and a sharp glare before looking at the red part of his hand. Y/n put the few candies she had into her mouth quickly and grabbed armin’s hand. She scrunched her eyebrows slowly and examined the long red cut along the palm of his hand that went up to the middle of his index finger.

“aww.” The jagged edge of the box must have dragged across his hand when eren snatched it from him. Y/n could see little droplets of blood bubbling up in the slightest and the sight alone made her queasy.

Armin looked away from eren and then to y/n. He started to pull back his hand since he didn’t think it was a big deal until y/n stood up with his hand still in hers. “Let me get you a bandaid and clean it real quick. we’ll be back soon.” Y/n pulled armin’s long lanky arm as he lifted himself up from the sofa and followed behind, slowly growing a smile on his face without looking back at his friends. Eren only shook his head and laughed, as did mikasa since they knew he had a small crush on y/n.

A few months ago at one of their annual movie nights, a full hour and a half of something that was unintentional cuddling with her had him thinking of potential endings for more than just the unsolved documentary they’d been watching.

Connie watched armin and y/n leave around the corner to go to the nearest bathroom. “So y’all wasn’t gonna tell me y’all were friends with her?! ” Connie blurted with his hands in his lap, whispering to mikasa or eren with wide eyes. “she’s too hot.” He fake fanned himself dramatically, thinking about the way she dragged armin to the back of the apartment.

‘man, what i’d give for that to be me’

Mikasa only smiled but stayed quiet while Eren rolled his eyes. “con bro you were with your dad in the dr for 2 months then went to your mom’s place in south carolina for 2 more… be real.” Connie pursed his lips to the side and watched eren nonchalantly pop a watermelon candy in his mouth, which wasn’t even what he scratched armin’s hand up for.

Connie was a free spirit, where ever the wind blew he was there. Of course which is one of the reason he never crossed paths y/n, surprisingly. The last Xmas break Eren, Mikasa, and armin had they all were supposed to go on a road trip. Unbeknownst to them, he’d be on the country side of france with their other friend jean.

“You coulda facetimed me, sent a picture or somethin.“ Connie smacked his lips and looked to the side while he ate some of the popcorn eren gave him. His mind wandered excitedly at the thought of getting to know more about y/n. Just like he loved new places, he loved meeting new people. “Eren you need to be more careful. you can be so damn aggressive.” Y/n’s voiced yelled as she walked back into the living room with a red faced armin behind her.

The other three friends eyed the pink blush on armin’s face before looking at Y/n who was sitting down now, getting comfortable again with her feet tucked under her. “It was self defense.” Eren said calmly with his nose tooted up. “Yeah right the cut was long and he said it still hurts.” Y/n rebuttaled, annoyed she had to witness one of eren and armin’s sibling squabbles in the first place.

Connie couldn’t help but let his eyes roam her face for the hundredth time that night. He thought it was endearing how she cared so much about her friend. How her forehead wrinkled and she moved one of her long braids from her high ponytail out of her face when she watched armin walk to sit down. “..cut a little deep too, but i’m alright.” Armin sighed while looking at the big bandaid on his hand. Connie’s ears twitched, eyes holding back an eye roll before moving to armin with an annoyed expression.

‘oh please.’

How could a cardboard box cut him that damn bad. Connie rose a brow, trying not to smile at armin being annoying. He sunk deeper in his seat and ate some of the popcorn out of the small bowl eren brought from the kitchen too.

“It’s okay min it’ll heal fast.” Y/n spoke, honestly when y/n first briefly met armin nothing about him made her think of him as ‘cute’ or ‘innocent’ like some would assume. She knew better than that, she simply just saw him as more reserved compared to his friends. Even still she never thought of him that way. Now, he was her friend, so she treated and cared for him like she did all her friends. Her friends would always have a soft spot in her heart.

‘i wanna be her friend’

It didn’t help that getting to know min more exposed his benign nature— which wavered depending on who he was speaking to. “Come here.” She sighed while gently letting him lay his head on her chest.

“all right now..”

“are you serious?”

Connie and eren both spoke at the same time. “damn, that must hurt min.” Mikasa said sympathetically once she actually got a good look at his hand while rubbing his hair a little. (she hadn’t been paying much mind) “It does mika.” Armin’s deep voice spoke softly, pouting his lips playfully which made y/n chuckle.

For some reason mikasa treated armin the same as y/n. Maybe, it was because she stood up for him so much in elementary school. This odd “charm” of his was undeniable amongst eren and connie who briefly reminisced at all the times girls they even came in contact with seemingly treated him the same. they all had a soft spot for him for whatever reason.

Connie and eren looked at each other in disbelief.

“bruh i could gag.”

Connie grumbled while looking at armin who was happy with the warm place he found on top of y/n’s chest, laying on her comfortably and glaring at the two men with a smug look. Eren laughed at Connie’s remark and threw a piece of popcorn at armin “mmcht.” Armin smacked his teeth, that nice demeanor was never really there for eren and connie.

Somehow connie found his eyes going back to y/n’s. at this point in was inevitable to stop him from staring. he had been trying to make some kind of eye contact the whole night. When he first arrived at her and mikasa’s place she only gave him a curt smile and greeting before eren and armin bombarded him with questions since it had been a while since they saw him.

“Thanks again y/n for the bandaid.” Armin said looking up at her and flashing a kind smile. “It’s finee.” She gave him a harmless wink and rubbed his back as he took a small sniff of her skin. He closed his eyes at her sweet perfume, opening them to smile at the guys in front of him. As if to say ‘who cares what you think i’m cuddling with my crush right now’. Yet for someone as smart as y/n her only flaw was not knowing when someone liked her.

Even when she kept catching connie eyeing her in the corner of her eye the whole time he’d been there. And of course someone blushing profusely while you dabbed peroxide on a cut instead of thinking about the pain didn’t conjure up any thoughts of someone else’s unrequited feelings either.

“Connie did you find a movie yet.” Y/n knocked Connie out of his trance he’d been in for a few seconds.

“Uh.. no sorry lemme find one.” He grabbed the remote and cleared his throat, ignoring the nudge in his arm from eren.

“oh I’m okay.”

Connie heared armin whisper to y/n while he clicked ‘doraline’ for everyone to watch. He stuffed the remote on the side of him and the cushions and put his arm up on the couch, trying to relax before the movie started. He crumbled the now empty bag of m&ms and slowly looked to his side. He could see armin now sitting up with his arm over y/n, watching them both stop their whispers to look at the screen.

end of chapter 2.

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[fatlevisimp]

In Time. (Levi Ackerman/Attack on Titan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: Cadet Corps

"And who exactly are you, cadet?!" The bald drill instructor yelled at her. Without hesitation, she saluted and yelled back.

"Diana Lando from the Shinganshina District, Sir!" Shadis bent down, closing the gap between Diana's and his face.  

"And what is your business here?" He demanded, Diana flinched, slightly, at the droplets of spit hitting her face as he yelled. 

"To join the Survey Corps, Sir, and find and kill the Titans that destroyed my home and my family!" Diana's voice remained strong, and she spoke loudly without a stutter. The drill sergeant laughed, straightening up.  

"Those are some big dreams, cadet, especially for such a small girl." He clapped back, staring down at Diana, a frown formed across her forehead.

"I don't think my height will define the type of soldier I am, sir." She spoke,  the glare on her face still evident. Shadis let out a low scoff before walking away, as quickly as she saluted, she relaxed. Her eyes followed the cadets' line, all looking incredibly scared; Diana's eyes finally landed on Eren. His eyes were wide.  Diana let out a small sigh before continuing to look forward. This was going to be a tough three years,  she thought, but she was determined to stick it out, not only for her family but for Mikasa, Armin and Eren. 

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The cadets had finally returned to the cabins. Some stood, watching as Sasha did laps around the compound. Diana couldn't help but feel bad for her. I just want to help her. This thought was fleeting. However, Diana knew Sasha brought this on herself, stealing food, especially when there was so little to go around. I guess it's a lesson that she needs to learn. 

"Man, I thought Shadis was going to kill Potato Girl," Connie said as the small group watched Sasha limp around the compound. 

"I know, what a hell of a first day." Eren agreed, his eyes still on Sasha; by this point, Diana had looked away. 

"It's funny, being told to run until sunset didn't seem to bother here anywhere near as much as losing meal privileges for the next five days." She spoke nonchalantly, looking up at the small group.  

"I think she said that she's from Daper. If I remember right, that's a small hunting village up in the mountains." Connie explained, and Diana looked over at him. 

"Hey, what's that?" Changing the subject, Eren pointed at a cart that was pulling away some of the cadets. Diana's eyes followed Eren's gesture, landing on the cart. Did they give up?

"They're dropouts; they'd prefer to work in the fields," Mina explained. Diana shrugged her shoulders and looked away from the cart. 

"But it's only the first day," Eren stated. 

"That's how it is; if you can't handle the pressure, you gotta leave." Connie shrugged. 

"I can't believe anyone would rather pull plants than fight." Eren scoffed 

"I know about some of us, but you never mentioned where you were from, Eren?" Marco asked. 

"The same place as Armin and Dee from Shinganshina," Eren spoke proudly, placing his hand on Armin's shoulder. 

"Uhh, that means -"

"You were there that day; you saw it!" Connie exclaimed, cutting off Marco.

"Huh? Quiet!" Marco hushed.

"The collateral one? Did you see him?" Connie asked, his eyes darting between Eren and Diana. She looked down with a small eye-roll, not wanting to be part of the conversation anymore. However, Eren carried on.

"Yeah, we did," Eren responded. Diana did not want to relive that day again, so she turned and left the group. The faint sound of Connie's voice trailed behind her as she walked away. 

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It was now the cadets' dinner time, and Diana decided to sit away from Eren. Since the other cadets heard the four were from Shinganshina, everyone just kept swarming them, asking questions about that day. Diana sat in the back with Mikasa. It was nice and quiet, and they were able to eat in peace. Diana watched every now and then as Eren chatted away to the group, all of them listening intensely; she rolled her eyes and continued to eat her food.

Mikasa suddenly tensed beside her, causing Diana to look at her; Mikasa had her eyes set on something ahead. Diana's gaze followed her, landing on the stand-off between Jean and Eren. It seemed as though they were about to fight until the bell sounded, signalling it was time for the cadets to head back to our cabins. Diana watched as Eren left the mess hall before Mikasa followed him. Diana decided to follow, too. 

"Excuse me!" a voice called behind them before they could make it to the exit. Both Diana and Mikasa turned around to be met by Jean. "I just wanted to say —I mean, I've never seen anyone like you before. I mean, I'm sorry, you have really beautiful black hair." He gushed, blushing. Diana let a slight smirk fall on her face. Mikasa looked at Jean with no emotion and spoke. 

"Thank you."

She turned to Diana, sending me an eye-roll before the two left. Diana trailed behind Mikasa and Eren as the two spoke, ending with Mikasa agreeing to cut her hair. Diana grabbed a strand of her own hair, should I cut mine too? The thought, again, was fleeting as Diana quickly decided against the idea. Diana returned to the bunk with Mikasa and got ready for bed, deciding to get an early night. Training started tomorrow; it was going to be a long day. 

[shingekinomyfeelings]

Would You Still Love Me? Part 2

Reiner x fem reader; established relationship; college au; comedy-fluff

synopsis: Reiner's love for you is tested in a way neither of you saw coming... The next day, he discusses the issue with his friends. Think they'll be any help?

warnings: none

notes: Part 1 beta read by @reiner69er. Banner made by me. Dividers by @delishlydelightfuldividers. Comments help earthworms grow large and healthy!

taglist: @ariasfandom

“So...” Sasha blinks, peering into the jar that sits on the table in front of Reiner. “Y/n turned into a worm, and… you’re keeping her in a jar now?”

Reiner covers the container with a piece of paper again, stifling a yawn. He hadn’t slept much, and had to admit he had been a little gutted when he’d awoken that morning to see that you were still a worm. He’d hoped maybe you’d… sleep it off or something?

“The jar’s just temporary until the aquarium and things get here.”

“Aquarium? She’s not a fish, Reiner,” says Connie, who is busying trying to finish last week’s assignment before the professor collects them that day.

“The stuff I found online said she’ll do best in a habitat with alternating layers of sand and potting soil so there’s be enough nutrients and moisture. I was up late reading about it.” Reiner tiredly rubs his face as the others stare at him.

Bertholdt, who spent the night at Armin’s dorm, rolls his eyes but says nothing.

“And you brought her to class with you because…?” Ymir prompts, a smirk playing on her lips.

“I just want to keep an eye on her, in case she suddenly changes back or something. I’ve got her phone in my pocket, and if her family calls I wanna be able to tell them I know exactly where she is.”

There’s a deeply uncomfortable pause, and Ymir opens her mouth but is interrupted.

“Well, I think it’s sweet!” Historia declares, trying to avoid an escalation of whatever is going on with Reiner. “Reiner, how can you, uh, how can you tell the worm is a she?”

“Um...” Reiner shifts uncomfortably, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “Well, Armin says earthworms are actually uhh...”

“They’re true simultaneous hermaphrodites.” Armin finishes the sentence for him. “They have both complete male and female reproductive organs. They can’t self fertilize, though, so in a way, they function as one sex as a time during mating.”

"Yeah," Reiner says gruffly. "But y/n is a she, because she's always been. That's how gender works, right?"

“Oh, that’s beautiful!” Ymir laughs. “You must be relieved, Reiner. You and your hermaphroditic girlfriend-worm make an adorable couple. I bet they’ll even make a Lifetime movie out of your story.”

“Haha, yeah!” Connie wheezes. “They can call it, ‘Worms of Endearment!’”

Reiner is too pissed off to admit that that’s actually pretty funny. You’d probably have laughed out loud, he thinks, if you weren’t currently a worm.

“I wanna see y/n up close and see if she remembers me!” Sasha says, grabbing the jar before the sleepy Reiner can stop her.

She removes the paper and reaches in and picks you up, but you’re wet and wiggly and almost immediately slip out of her fingers, falling several feet onto the filthy floor. Sasha freezes. The fear in the room is palpable as Reiner springs from his seat and dives across the table, falling gracelessly onto the floor and cupping his hands over you to shield you from the many pairs of surrounding feet. His gaze snaps to Sasha, and his golden eyes are icy enough to send the girl into a frantic apology.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to drop the girlfriend!! – I mean, your worm! – I, I mean, I –”

With a low growl worthy of a dog guarding a marrow bone, Reiner orders to Connie, “Give me your water bottle.”

Too afraid to question why, Connie hands him the bottle. Reiner pours a little water onto his hands, then gingerly picks you up off of the floor and uses the rest of the water to carefully rinse you clean of any debris, before setting you back down in the dirt in your container. He’s practically holding his breath, watching until you start to burrow back into the soil.

He sighs in relief and gets to his feet and grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder, then gives Sasha another dirty look before leaving the classroom, holding your jar in both hands as if it might jump away. Everyone watches, wide-eyed.

Ymir scoffs, breaking the tense silence. “Tsh, what a man child. His girlfriend skips their afternoon make out session for a day and he’s already doting on a literal bug and pretending it’s her? Sheesh, no wonder y/n dipped. What a freak show.”

“Well… worms aren’t bugs. They’re annelids.”

“Great defense, Arlert. I take it all back. Makes what he’s doing seem perfectly normal.”

Bertholdt stares at the table. It really isn’t like you to go somewhere without telling Reiner, or to leave your phone behind. Could something have really happened to you? He makes up his mind that he’ll have to find you himself.

As class ends and the room empties, Bertholdt motions to his friends to wait. “Have any of you seen or heard from y/n since yesterday afternoon? That’s when Reiner says she, um, turned into a worm.”

Armin shakes his head. “I asked Mikasa. She said that y/n has an evening class on Tuesdays, so she and Reiner always meet around 4:30 to hang out behind the auditorium. I... don’t know why she knows that. Anyway, she saw y/n leave one of the lecture halls not long before that. She said y/n seemed tired, and Mina Carolina says y/n didn’t show up to the evening lecture. Maybe she felt sick and went home? It still doesn’t quite make sense, though.”

"Could this all be some elaborate prank they're both playing, and Reiner is just a way better actor than any of us ever thought he'd be?" Eren asks, joining them. Armin and Bertholdt filled him in on the details last night.

“His having her cell phone is pretty suspicious,” Armin points out.

Ymir shrugs. “Maybe he killed her. Maybe he just snapped, and then the guilt made him break from reality and convince himself she turned into a worm.”

“Ah, that’s stupid,” Connie waves it off. "Reiner's practically golden retriever in human form around y/n. He'd never hurt her."

“Maybe he’s got a dual personality,” Ymir counters.

“Ymir, please don’t let Reiner hear you making jokes like that,” Bertholdt says with a sigh. “Skipping classes for a weird prank like this is a little extreme, right? Look, my theory is that they had some kind of dispute--”

“And he killed her.”

Bertholdt ignores Ymir’s interjection and continues, “And she told him she wanted to take a break, or maybe even break up. She was probably so upset by that that she skipped her evening class and went home, and Reiner was so devastated that he...”

“...went totally insane?” Connie offers.

“I was going to say, ‘retreated into a comforting fantasy.’”

“Okay, but, he doesn’t exactly seem comforted, does he?”

“It’s a little over the top,” Bert admits. “But even though Reiner acts like a jock, he’s always been really sensitive deep down. When we were little, Porco told him the Rugrats all died in a plane crash and Reiner cried so hard he threw up a little.”

“So, if you’re right, how do we snap him out of it?” Eren wonders.

“What if we get rid of the worm? We could sneak in and take it and let it go somewhere. Maybe once the worm is really gone, he’ll have to face reality.”

“Wow, Armin, that’s cold!” says Connie. “And besides, Reiner might literally kill us. You saw how he looked at Sasha when she dropped y/n by accident.”

Bert thinks for a moment. “I... I don’t think I could do that to Reiner. I think the first step would be getting him to admit something went wrong between them. Then maybe the rest will fall into place. I’ll try to get him talking tonight. In the meantime, I think we should avoid mentioning the worm around him, even if he’s carrying it around. That’ll just encourage his fantasy, right?”

As they all file out into the hallway, the others seem to agree, and as they go their separate ways, Ymir can be heard whining to Historia, “If I disappeared, would you go insane and pretend I’d turned into a worm because you love me so much?”

Bertholdt, meanwhile, wonders where Reiner was headed with the worm...

Part 3 coming soon

[theotherackerman]

NOTES: I still don't know what this is.

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentioned sexual harassment and body shaming (not on the page)

COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable elements belong to Attack on Titan

CHAPTER TWO:  Fake it til you make it

There was something about being back on the ice that made Mikasa feel like she was home.

Sasha stumbled a few times but eventually remembered.

Therapy had been today and to get her mind off of it, Sasha and Mikasa had taken over the rink before practice. 

Levi shook his head as he watched the two girls skate around.

“Are you wearing your hockey skates or your regular ones?” Sasha asked.

“Regular, why?” Mikasa asked as she turned back towards the other girl.

Sasha grabbed both her hands. “Spin!” 

Mikasa began spinning them as they dissolved into laughter. 

“WE’VE BEEN INVADED!” Connie yelled as he walked into the arena on his way to the locker room.

“Do we need to leave?” Mikasa asked Levi as her and Sasha stopped skating.

“Two hours until practice. Springer comes in early with a few of the others. They run drills early. Feel free to give them hell,” Levi said as he looked down at his clipboard.

“HOLD ON! Let me get suited up and I’ll come onto the ice with you two!” Connie called before he disappeared into the locker room.  

“There’s your answer too,” Levi flipped another page.

Sasha grabbed Mikasa’s hand and pulled her around the rink.

It had been Sasha’s idea to actually go skating instead of their usual work out.  Therapy was always a rough day for Mikasa. Today had been especially rough. They had talked about her mother and how Mikasa always felt like she was failing when she played hockey. They spoke of the sexual harassment and body shaming she’d face as a dancer. Then about what had finally pushed her to punch Gross. 

As soon as she was done, Sasha had been waiting there. 

It was nice that she didn’t have to talk to Sasha. They could be in silence. 

“SASHA! MIKASA!” Jean called as he entered the arena, waving to them. 

Mikasa and Sasha waved back as they continued to skate around. 

“When was the last time you skated? And helping Levi doesn’t count,” Sasha asked Mikasa.

“Uhh….family skate,” Mikasa asked as they skated over to Levi.

“My last family skate?” Levi asked as he looked up from the clipboard.

“Yeah, besides your physical therapy, I haven’t skated. I haven’t really had time. My last few years have been dance rehearsals, your physical therapy, and my own therapy.”

“And that’s why I told you to take this time to figure out what you want to do. By the way, what’s your Decemember look like?” Levi asked her.

“Christmas with Kuchel, Kenny, and you. That’s all I have planned. Why?” Mikasa asked as she sat down on the home team’s bench. 

“There’s a camp we’re running in connection with the Warriors. I’ve been trying to get a women’s team in here. Warriors are sending a player over here to help. You met her the other night, Gabi. She tried to beat your record from what Falco told me.” 

“Is your record still the highest in the Midwest?” Sasha asked.

“It can’t be. It was only 227,” Mikasa shrugged.

“It is still the highest in the Midwest. Gabi graduated with 224. She was signed right out of high school.” 

“Okay, so she’s good at scoring. I don’t see what this has to do with me.” 

“Jaeger’s record for scoring is 224 also. Kirsten was 223 and Grice was at 220. You and Gabi could bring in more women to the sport. It’s needed.” 

“So you’re going to steal her for your women’s team?” Mikasa asked as she raised an eyebrow.

“No. I want you to teach at the camp that’s running here in December. A lot of girls have signed up just from Gabi.” 

“Why me though? I’m not known. Where I am known is in dance circles and I can guarantee none of them are saying anything nice about me right now,” Mikasa looked down. 

“You are. You still hold that record. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. But I don’t think you should hide from this.”

“I’m not going to play hockey professionally,” Mikasa said as she stood and walked back over to the ice.

“Not asking you to. Just teach some kids for a week in December.”

“I’m not getting a choice, am I?” Mikasa muttered as she skated away.

“You always have a choice,” Levi called to her. 

Mikasa rolled her eyes before doing a simple toe jump.

“I always forget she was also a figure skater,” Sasha remarked to Levi.

“It was brief. It was a way to try and get Mikasa away from hockey,” Levi looked back down at the clipboard in front of him. “Though when she’d play pick up games, she’d start doing jumps.”

“It was dangerous and stupid,” Mikasa said as she skated back over to Sasha. 

“You want the visitor locker room key now or are you going home to shower?” Levi asked as he pulled his keys out. 

“I was going to go run on the treadmill for a while. I’ve had enough of the ice for today. So yes.” 

“I’m going home,” Sasha answered. 

“Do you want to give me a ride home?” Mikasa asked Levi. 

Levi took a key off, handing it to Mikasa. “Do you want to sort through the paperwork on my desk and group the kids by ages for the camp?” 

“I'm surprised you haven’t done it,” Mikasa scoffed.

“I printed them out before I came down here. They’re sitting in a nice stack on my desk. Keep it neat.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes, “I will. I’m going to take my skates off and then go up to the weight room.”

“Don’t put your feet on my desk when you’re done,” Levi waved her off.

“I’m putting my feet on your desk when I’m done and messaging your “not in a relationship” partner.”

“Hange has a class tonight.”

“Funny, I didn’t mention a name,” Mikasa grinned.

“She has you there,” Sasha laughed.

“Fuck off. Both of you,” Levi waved them away. 

Sasha and Mikasa both left the ice.

Ten minutes later, Connie would come out.

“Aw. I missed them,” Connie complained.

—--------------------

Normally, Eren was at practice two hours early.

Today, he was not. 

After avoiding his dad’s phone calls for several days about the last game, he was forced to go out to lunch with the man.

Grisha Jaeger wasn’t a bad person. 

He was just obsessed with his sons’ careers. Some days, it was overbearing. 

Grisha wanted to know why those goals got in. 

Eren didn’t know. 

He wasn’t defense. 

He was a center forward. He’d never played defense in his life. He’d been a right winger, a left winger, and finally, a center forward. 

Grisha worried about Eren’s attention on the ice.

“You are aware I hear about your life outside of the ice, correct?” Grisha asked as he sipped his wine.

“So?” Eren asked as he put his water down.

“So..your focus should be on the ice. I know it’s not. I know Historia is bailing out your reputation. Eren, you’re getting towards the end of your career.” 

“I’m twenty seven,” Eren remarked.

“And most retire between thirty and thirty three. Hell, your brother has spoken about retiring after his next season.”

“I’m not retiring until they make me or I get injured.”

“And they will make you when your behavior off the ice is so horrible.” 

Eren shook his head, removing himself from the memory. 

Keith Shadis had a soft spot for Eren so Shadis gave Eren a key to the visitors locker room for days like today. Days needed to get his head on straight away from his teammates.

His music blasting in his earbuds, Eren unlocked the door and closed it behind him. He was walking over to the lockers when he saw Mikasa.

In her bra and underwear.

He knew she was muscular under her clothes. She was a former dancer, her abs were fantastic and he wondered what it would be like to lick them. And her thighs? She could squish his head like a watermelon and Eren would thank her for it. Was she wearing a thong?

They stared at each other for a moment before Mikasa screamed and launched her bottle of body wash at him. Eren ducked at the last moment. Body wash bottle hit the floor and exploded.

“GET OUT!” Mikasa shrieked, Eren could hear her over his music. 

Eren gulped before he turned and left the room. 

The home locker room was full but no one questioned why Eren went directly into the showers, turning it to ice cold.

—------------------------------

It was the fourth game of the season. 

2 weeks since Eren had stumbled in on her almost naked. 

One month since the first game. 

One month since Eren had been an ass to her as they exited the elevator.

It was the first time Mikasa hadn't attentended a game. It was in New York and Mikasa wasn't in the mood to go to New York. 

It was where her parents met, where her mother gave up on her dream since she was pregnant with Mikasa, and where her mother decided Mikasa was to one day join the New York Ballet. 

She hated New York. 

So instead, Mikasa attended an influencer and critic event with Sasha. Sasha's food review blog and social media had grown so much that she had quit her job as a secretary to pursue it full time.

It was almost midnight when they piled into Sasha's car. 

“That meat was so overcooked” Sasha complained 

“It wasn't horrible but it wasn't good.’

“That should be their slogan.”

“TEXT IN GROUP CHAT: JEAN-BOY AND CON-CON: FROM CON-CON:

WE LOST BIG TIME. JEAN AND EREN FOUGHT TWO DUDES. WE LEFT AS SOON AS GAME ENDED. WILL BE HOME AT 3:00 AM.”

“That does not sound good,” Mikasa remarked. 

“Historia is going to kill him. He's already a pr nightmare. Now he's going to be worse. I don't even know how that's possible,” Sasha sighed. 

“Jean or Eren?” Mikasa asked.

“Eren. She told him to slow down on the partying and everything. He doesn’t listen. Now a fight on the ice? And it would have been bad if Connie is texting me about it.”

“You’re going to have your hands full tonight then.”

“If Jean comes home, yeah. He’s spending more and more time with Pieck but refuses to make it official. Then again, she’s not pressuring him to. She’s cool though. You should come out with us one night. Since you ditched Jean’s Halloween party and every other thing involving the team. Did something happen between you and Eren?”

Besides him finding her almost naked in the vistior’s locker room and she had been avoiding him ever since? She left quickly after games, meeting Levi in the car and having him drop her off at the apartment. She hid in her apartment any time she heard him left. 

It was the look on his face that bothered her. 

It had to have been disgusted, right? 

She was all muscle and she worked hard at it. Mikasa always had. 

“No, nothing happened,” Mikasa lied.

She hated lying to Sasha but Mikasa found herself doing it more and more. There was a part of her that felt guilty about it. She’d tell Sasha everything eventually, once Mikasa figured things out.

—-------------------

The bus ride home had been silent. 

Levi had glared at Eren and Jean the whole ride home. 

There was always trash talk on the ice but tonight, the defenseman from New York had pushed Eren to the edge. 

Carla Jaeger was younger than Grisha Jaeger. It wasn’t a huge age gap, just a handful of years. 

They had met after Grisha’s marriage to Dina had ended. Dina and Grisha had married right out of high school. Eventually, they had Zeke. Before Zeke had turned one, Dina and Grisha were on separate pages. They had grown apart, simply weren’t in love with one another anymore.

Then Grisha met Carla in her parent’s bar where she was working.. There was a connection there. Next thing everyone knew, Carla and Grisha married, with Dina’s blessing. 

The rumors about Carla were cruel, calling her a golddigger, a whore, the reason Grisha and Dina’s marriage had failed.

And tonight, that defenseman from New York brought it.

“I’m surprised you’re on the ice, Jaeger. Thought you’d be like that gold-digging whore of a mother—-”

Eren launched himself at the defenseman. 

Jean tried to pull Eren off. 

“Come Kirstein. We know you can’t keep that model girlfriend of yours satisfied. How about you let me—”

Jean let go of Eren and went after the other defense.

It was moments later the refs broke up the fight and sent both Jean and Eren off the ice. 

They lost the game that night.

All Levi said was “I’m disappointed in you.” 

When they finally reached the arena, it was after three am. They all scrambled to their cars, none of them speaking. Eren barely remembered the drive home.

—--------------------

Why was Mikasa awake?

There was no reason for her to be.

Eren probably wouldn’t even come home. 

Why did she care? 

She didn’t.

They weren’t even friends. 

The door across the hall slammed.

Eren was home.

THUD!

“FUCK!” Eren screamed in rage. It echoed into Mikasa’s apartment.

Mikasa had watched the fight once she had got home. It was clear whatever the defensemen had said to Eren and Jean had really got to them. 

Something possessed Mikasa before she knew it, she was storming across the hall to Eren’s apartment. She hesitated for a moment, staring at the door. She raised her fist and then hesitated.

No.

He didn’t deserve her comfort. 

Mikasa turned back to her room.

—---------------

“I have to say that the Scouts are disappointing me. Jaeger and Kirstein have been benched for the last three games after that fight. The Scouts have lost two out of three of those games. It’s not looking good for the Scouts to advance to the playoffs,” Shadis said.

“And can we talk about Jaeger’s behavior off the ice? He’s out partying, going home with different women every night. We’ve all seen the pictures,” Magath added. “If I were Coach Ackerman, I wouldn’t be putting him back on the ice again until he gets his shit together.” 

Historia switched the podcast off. 

Just as she thought.

Eren was bringing all sorts of bad PR. 

It wasn’t long until she received a picture of him at a bar right now. 

It was only three in the afternoon.

No.

He was not allowed to do this. 

Pulling out her phone, she clicked on the only name she knew that could both mentally and physically put Eren Jaeger in his place. (Besides his mother. Calling Carla in would only lead to disaster.)

“Hey. Are you busy? I need a favor,” Historia said.

—------------------------

Life sucked.

His mom was on his case.

His dad was on his case.

This was a way for Eren Jaeger to deal with this. He had already disappointed Levi once, so why not let it continue?

That was all Eren was.

A disappointment.

And the disappointment got worse as Mikasa Ackerman walked into the bar as the blonde who sat in his lap kissed his neck.

Before Eren could figure out what was going on, the blonde was hauled off of him.

She yelped.

And Eren? Eren was slung over Mikasa’s shoulder.

How the fuck was that possible? 

“Put me down,” he growled as he thrashed in her grip.

“No,” Mikasa said simply.

All the blood was rushing to his head.

Mikasa was strong.

Very strong.

It was a turn on. 

“You can’t do this. This is kidnapping,” Eren argued. 

“You’re twenty-seven,” Mikasa deadpanned. 

He heard a car door open, then he was unceremoniously dumped into the backseat of his own car. A seatbelt clicked into place.

“How did you get my keys?” He asked as Mikasa slammed the door. 

She didn’t answer him as she climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the car.

His spare keys were kept in the shitty bowl he had made in ceramics class in high school. How would she get those keys? 

Unless….

Oh fuck.

“Historia?” he asked as Mikasa drove off in his car.

“Yep. And just so you know, I despise driving. But I owe Historia. She told me to come get you using whatever means possible. That’s exactly what I did. You are spiraling into destruction. Your friends aren’t going to let that happen.”

“We’re not friends,” Eren muttered.

“Don’t remind me,” Mikasa scoffed.

They remained silent for the short drive back to the parking garage. Mikasa parked in the assigned spot.

Eren got out of the car, storming off.

It was useless as they ended up in the same elevator, making their way back upstairs.

Eren ran to his apartment but couldn’t get in. Mikasa still had his keys. 

The door swung open. 

Historia Reiss stood there, anger painted on her face as she crossed her arms across her chest.

Once he walked inside, he saw Armin waiting for him.

“For fucks’ sake. Is this an intervention?” Eren moaned.

“If it was an intervention, I wouldn’t be here,” Mikasa said as she leaned up against the door Historia had just closed.

“No. But you can’t fuck or drink away your daddy issues,” Historia said as she strode towards him. “Do you have any idea how this looks?”

“The media has always hated me,” Eren scoffed as he sat down in his chair.

“I wonder why,” Mikasa muttered. 

“Okay, fine. You don’t care about yourself. But you do care about Levi and the team,” Historia walked over to Eren’s coffee table and opened her briefcase.

She threw printed out news articles at him.

Eren thumbed through them, only reading the headlines.

CAN LEVI ACKERMAN HANDLE HIS OWN TEAM?

JAEGER GONE WILD

SCOUTS WITH LEVI ACKERMAN LEADING THEM IS A FAILURE

DOUBTFUL THE SCOUTS ARE GOING TO MAKE IT TO THE CUP

DOES THE JAEGER DYNASTY END WITH ZEKE? EREN JAEGER WIDELY CONSIDERED A FAILURE

FROM DYNASTY TO FLOP ERA: THE JAEGER FAMILY

LEVI ACKERMAN: RISE AND FALL OF HIS LEGACY

JEAN KIRSTEIN TAKING NOTES FROM EREN JAEGER? FAILURE FORWARDS

“The podcasts and social media aren’t any better,” Armin spoke up. 

“Though…” Historia pulled her phone out of her pocket and held it up. It was a picture of Eren and Mikasa leaving the bar, Eren slung over her shoulder.

NEW COUPLE ALERT: EREN JAEGER + MIKASA ACKERMAN=JAEGER BACK ON TRACK.

“You did this?” Eren asked as he looked up at Historia.

“No, I actually didn't. I was informed the photos were going to be printed but I gave them no explanation.”

“You can’t seriously expect me to go along with this?” 

“You’re trending right now. They’re debating if your couple name should be ackerjaeger, eremika, or jaegerman,” Armin informed Eren.

“And you’re okay with this?” Eren asked Mikasa.

“Not really but for Historia, I’ll do. Besides, someone needs to get your ass back in line,” Mikasa shrugged. 

“So what? I’m just supposed to date Mikasa? That solves all of my problems?” 

“No, you idiot,” Historia said as she collapsed on the couch next to Eren. “Mikasa is going to babysit you. She’ll attend all games and events with you as your girlfriend but you won’t actually be dating her. She’s made her disdain for you known.” 

Ouch. 

Well that hurt his ego a little bit.

“Won’t people say I’m getting treated special but Levi?” Eren asked.

“No, because you’re still benched. If anything, Levi will come down harder on you,” Mikasa pushed off the wall. 

“And I just have to go along with this?”

“Unless you want to hire someone else to be your PR and find another team, then yes. Levi is done with your shit. I’m done with your shit,” Historia informed him.

“The team is done with your shit,” Armin spoke up. 

“Really? One little fight?” Eren scoffed.

“Oh. This isn’t about the fight. This is about how you injured your hand, showed up hungover, and everything else. We’re all done,” Armin explained.

Eren groaned as he leaned back in his chair.

————————————

Being Eren Jaeger’s fake girlfriend was actually not that hard.

Mostly because he hadn’t gone anywhere but practice. 

Mikasa avoided him more than normal.

He hadn’t shown up hungover.

Levi had hated the plan at first, then gave into it. 

The original starting line up, Sasha, Historia, and Levi were only the ones who knew that they were not dating for real.

So Mikasa threw herself into trying to figure out what she was doing with her life. She had cooked new recipes but that didn’t feel right. She had tried painting and drawing. She wasn’t very good at it. She was okay at knitting but that didn’t seem like her calling either. She had taken the coaching job that Levi had offered her at the winter break hockey camp. She didn’t think she’d be any good at it but her therapist thought it was a good idea. 

There was a knock on her door which meant it would be one of two people. Considering Historia called every time she came over, that left Eren Fucking Jaeger. She checked the clock.

Yep. It was the time he got home from practice.

She opened the door, a wet haired Eren Jaeger stood there.

“I don’t have your number,” he muttered as he looked down at his shoes.

Mikasa raised an eyebrow. 

“Jean wants to go out to dinner after the next game. I was going to text you to ask you but I didn’t have your number. I couldn’t ask anyone because you’re supposed to be my girlfriend,” he looked up and handed her his phone. 

“Is this normally how you pick up women?”

“No, normally I just tell them I’m Eren Jaeger and they’re ready to go home with me,” he grinned but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. 

“And now you have been reduced to a mere mortal who has to actually try,” Mikasa scoffed as she entered her phone number into the phone. She handed it back to him before going to close the door. 

Eren stuck his foot in the doorway, stopping her. “Wait.”

Mikasa just stared at him. 

“I’m sorry. About the shit I said the other day.”  He stepped back.

“No, you’re not,” Mikasa shut the door in his face.

———-

She shut the door in his face.

Mikasa had really just looked at him and shut the door in his face.

Historia had asked Mikasa to go get him because Historia knew that Mikasa could easily lift him.

How could Mikasa easily lift him? Eren wondered.

She was ridiculously strong. 

Historia also knew that Mikasa wouldn’t deal with his bullshit.

Why had he ever thought she would?

—————

It was true that Eren was benched for the next game. 

However, they ended up winning without him. 

So dinner instead turned into the vip section at a club that Jean knew the owner of.

Mikasa was currently on the dance floor down below with Sasha and Pieck. 

“She fucking hates me,” Eren told Armin as they leaned over the railing, looking down at Mikasa, Sasha, and Pieck.

“Do you blame her?” Armin asked as he grabbed the beer out of Eren’s hand and replaced it with water.

“Seriously? I haven’t even had a drink out of it.” 

“Yes, you’re driving,” Armin answered before handing the beer over to Jean. 

“Maybe if you weren’t such a dick to her, she wouldn’t hate you,” Annie replied as she looked up from her phone. 

Eren groaned as he sat down on the couch. “You are supposed to be on my side, Annie.” 

“Not when you’re an asshole, I’m not. Besides, are you still pretending not to know her? Like you didn’t fucking cry for a month when you first moved to Marley?” Annie blew her gum into a bubble before popping it. 

“Shut up! What if she hears you?” Eren commanded. 

“I’m not the one who has anything to hide. You are. Why is it such a big deal anyway?” 

“Because he’s been in love with her for eighteen years,” Armin answered.

“I have not!”

“Me thinks the man doth protest too much,” Armin grinned.

“Great. Now you’re quoting Shakespeare to me. Really helpful, Armin. I don’t want her to know because then the conversation becomes why didn’t I tell her? Why do I treat her so badly? What did she ever do to me? And I just don’t want to deal with it.” 

“Ah. Boo who. Poor Eren Jaeger has to deal with his real problems instead of fucking and drinking. I think we’d all like to know the answer to those questions,” Annie stated.

“I know the answer. He’s an asshole,” Jean grinned before taking a drink of Eren’s beer. 

“I am not an asshole,” Eren muttered.

“You are. You treat her like shit and then wonder why she hates you. Face it, Jaeger. Mikasa isn’t one of your little fan girls. She couldn’t give a shit why you score on the ice. In fact, she holds the most scored goals of the girls hockey team in the country from when she was in high school. She hasn’t been on the ice for almost ten years!” Jean defended.

“Why do you know that?” Eren asked Jean as Eren raised an eyebrow.

“Because I went to high school with her. She’s just as gifted on the ice as Levi. She played harder than any of the guys. We were terrified of her. She was a legend. Several colleges were competing for her to be on their women’s team. She turned them all down and went to school for dance,” Jean explained as he lifted the bottle to his mouth again. 

“Why’d she do that? If she’s as good as you say, why’d she quit?” 

“I don’t know. You’d have to ask her about that.”

“Sorry I’m late,” Falco said as he came into the vip area with Gabi. 

“How’d your game go, Braun?” Jean asked Gabi.

“We won, of course. Was there any doubt?” Gabi scoffed. 

“You know the fact that I’m dancing with your girlfriend more than you are says a lot about you,” Pieck said as she came up the stairs. 

“Wait, she’s here?” Gabi asked.

Pieck nodded.

“Oh, I’m not prepared to actually talk to her,” Gabi groaned. “I spent four years trying to beat her record.”

“Wait, you know Mikasa?” Eren asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“I met her briefly at Zeke’s but I know of her. She holds the record in the Midwest while I’m second.”

“Funny, we were just talking about that,” Jean smirked.

“No one asked me but I like her. She’s a great dancer. Better than you Jean-boy,” Pieck smirked. 

“No doubt about that. She’s been doing it professionally for years.” 

Connie walked upstairs and sat down on the couch.

“Where have you been?” Jean asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“Nowhere exciting. My mom called. Making sure I’m coming home for Thanksgiving.”

Eren leaned on the rail, looking down at Sasha and Mikasa still dancing. The others were still talking but became background noise to Eren.

A man was approaching them, causing Mikasa to freeze. She was clearly very uncomfortable.

Eren looked at his friends. Pieck had just been handed some sort of fancy drink.

“Give me that and buy another on me. Mikasa is uncomfortable,” Eren told Pieck.

Pieck nodded, handing Eren the drink. 

Taking the steps two at a time, the crowd parted for him once he was on the dance floor. He made his way over to Mikasa, Sasha, and the man. Eren snaked an arm around Mikasa’s waist and pulled her body into his. For someone so muscular, Mikasa was still soft against him. 

“Sorry, I took so long,” he pressed a kiss to her neck. Her height worked to his advantage since he didn’t have to lean down too far to do so. 

Mikasa relaxed into his hold. “It’s okay.”

Eren held the drink out in front of her. “Got your drink,” he grinned, purposely ignoring the man who was staring at them. 

“Thank you,” Mikasa said as she took the drink, drinking deeply from it. 

“Is he why you left the company?” the man asked.

Eren finally looked at the man. “No, I’m not. Who’s your friend?” Eren looked back at Mikasa.

Her eyes seemed to scream, ‘help me.’

“He danced at my old company, his name is Karl.” Mikasa answered before taking another drink.

“I see.  Well, Karl, as you can see my girlfriend and I are kind of busy. And seeing as she hasn’t even taken the time to mention you to me, you’re not important. So kindly fuck off. Come on, babe. Let’s go dance some more,” Eren pulled Mikasa with him by her waist. 

“Thank you,” Mikasa muttered as she followed him. 

“Don’t mention it. Now stay and dance with me until he gets the message to move on. Then we can leave if you want,” Eren offered.

“Are you sure?” Mikasa looked up at him as he found another empty spot.

“Yes,” Eren loosened his grip on her waist, moving with the beat. Mikasa began to dance along with him. 

“I’m surprised,” Mikasa laughed.

“What? That I can dance or that I helped you?” 

“Both,” Mikasa laughed again. 

“How many drinks have you had?” 

“Two. I’m not drunk. I’m trying not to cry, honestly. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone from the studio here especially since the studio is in Marley,” Mikasa rambled. 

“Sorry for the kiss, by the way. I should have asked but I figured—”

“It’s fine,” Mikasa waved her hand. “I figured sooner or later that was going to happen. Can we just go?” 

Eren nodded. “Come grab your coat with me and then we’ll leave.”

—------------------------------

It should have been a chill night.

Of course, her past continued to haunt her in the moments. 

Eren’s kiss on her neck had grounded her. 

Your cousin should have died in that car accident, Gross had said. 

Mikasa had punched him. 

Months of dealing with his constant abusive words but it was the comment about Levi that had caused her to snap. Her fist had flown, breaking Gross’s nose.

She’d do it again if given the choice. 

But the other dancers there hadn’t exactly been nice.

You’re too heavy to lift, Karl had said. 

She didn’t weigh that much. No one had had issues lifting her before. 

“Hey,” Eren said as he pulled into the parking space at their apartment building. 

“Sorry,” Mikasa said as she unbuckled her seat belt. 

—-------------

The walk to the elevator was silent. 

The ride in the elevator was silent.

Once they got to their floor, Eren had walked up to Mikasa’s door  right after she opened it.

“Hey Mikasa, are you…?” 

The door shut in his face.

Again.

—----------

“She shut the door in my face…again!” Eren explained.

It was the Scouts’ day off. Eren didn’t know what to do so he called Armin. 

Annie was cackling in the background of his facetime call with Armin. 

“Really, Annie?” 

“I’m sorry. No, wait. I’m not. The great Eren Jaeger getting a door shut in his face is hilarious. Not once but twice. I think you’re out of your league here, Jaeger,” Annie said as she came into frame.

“And why would that be?” 

“Because Mikasa is a ten. You? You’re a five on a good day.” 

“EXCUSE ME? I’m at least an eight!” 

“Eh,” Annie shrugged as she walked off. 

Armin just grinned. 

“So what do I do?” Eren asked Armin.

“What do you want to do? You haven’t exactly given Mikasa any reasons to like you.”

“I helped her with that guy at the club!” 

“Do you want a gold star? You’re doing the bare minimum for your fake girlfriend! She has to watch you sit on a bench for how many hours?” Annie popped back up in frame, a bag of chips in her hand.

“She’s there for her cousin as well!” Eren defended.

“You’re an idiot if you think she doesn’t have to show up for you too now.” 

“You don’t even know her.”

“I don’t have to. I looked into her and not just her hockey stats. Do you know she was said to be the next great dancer? That everyone was surprised that the New York Ballet didn’t snag her once she graduated from college?” 

“Am I supposed to know what that means?”

“You’re hopeless. You know what? If you want Mikasa to let you in, maybe stop being a dick all the time. Maybe take an interest in her.”

“Why? She’s just my fake girlfriend?” 

“You know what? You’re an ass. This is why no woman wants to be with you for more than a night,” Annie spat before storming off.

Eren flinched at the words. 

“Sorry. She’s just….” Armin apologized.

“She’s not wrong,” Eren confessed. He knew he was hard to be around. He understood it. Leave before getting left. It was something ingrained in him, from where? He wasn’t really sure. The team therapist had asked him about it, they had worked on it. He was good at letting his friends in but a partner? An equal? 

He had seen how sad his mom was when Grisha was busy all the time. Even after he retired, he still had press tours, charity events, and whatever else came with it. It was not something that Eren was interested in putting someone else through. Pieck and Jean worked because she was always jetting off to whatever photoshoot or fashion week she needed to do. Annie was a kickboxing coach so she had her own schedule to attend to. It also didn’t hurt that Annie and Armin had been dating since high school.  Connie never dated anyone seriously like Eren. And Falco? Gabi was also a hockey player so of course she got it. Those two were practically married anyway. 

There was a knock on the front door. 

“Historia?” Armin asked, pulling Eren from his thoughts.

“Probably. I’ll text you,”Eren said before disconnecting the call. He walked to his front and swung it open. 

Mikasa stood there, rubbing her arm. “Hey,” she gave a small wave. 

Eren just stared at her. 

“Sorry, am I bothering you? Are you busy?” Mikasa bit her lip. 

Eren shook his head. “Just talking to Armin.”

“Oh. Sorry. I hope I didn’t interrupt.”

“Don’t worry about it. I was just debating things with him and Annie. Did you need something then?”

“Oh. Right. I just wanted to say thank you for getting me out of there last night and sorry for…”

Eren held up his hand, “don’t worry about it. Honestly, that guy seemed like an asshole.”

“You have no idea,” Mikasa huffed. “That whole company is just…sorry. You probably don’t care about the politics of the dance world. I should let you get back to Armin.” Mikasa made it half across the hall before Eren stopped her.

“You want to come in?” he asked. “I mean I should probably know more about you.” 

Mikasa looked back at him. “Sure,” she smiled.

[bubblygiggles]

As per request; CONNIE X DARYL TICKLE FIC

@rwateringcan03 I hope you enjoy!

Connie has been teaching Daryl how to sign new words from time to time. From what she noticed, he’s an impressively fast learner. He even picked up on a few of the signs she and her sister exchange. As someone who does not communicate with sound, she expressed her joy with a big proud smile.

“What’s up with .. you smiling .. all the .. time?” Daryl said softly, trying to remember the hand gestures for each word. ‘I’m proud of you!’ Connie signed back.

He gave her a shy smile, brushing it off. “I’m no good yet. Give … me.. some .. time.. and I’ll be ..better.” He finished with two thumbs up.

She shook her head smiling. ‘Better’ she gestured by putting her right hand in front of her mouth then curling it into a loose thumbs up by her face.

“Better.” He copied, nodding after as a ‘got it’.

They continued their walk quietly, Connie was looking around the forest. Her eyes crawled up the tall trees to the very top, squinting at the bright sky peaking through the branches above them. Hands behind her back, she walked with a slight skip. Daryl glanced at her. She seemed so light, like a little dandelion seed carried by the wind. She caught his stare and he quickly looked the other way.

‘Mmmh…’ she put her index finger on her thumb, cartoonishly.

“What?” He gave her a side eye, still flustered from before.

‘I’m just thinking of what else I can teach you.’ His eyes followed her hands as she addressed him.

“Anything. Something useful.” He didn’t know how to sign that.

‘Here, let’s sit down.’ She gestured, lowering herself. Daryl followed, plopping himself heavily to the ground.

‘I’ll ask you questions, and you try to understand what I am asking.’

“Okay.”

Facing each other, she moved closer to him, their knees touching.

‘Are you … hungry?” She dragged down her dominant hand in a C shape from her chest to her stomach.

“Am I .. hungry?” He said, mouthing the last part.

‘Yes!’ She clapped her hands from joy.

‘Okay, next. Are you …' she looked around as if the word she was looking for was written on the trees. Daryl kept glancing at their knees touching.

‘…tall?’ Connie placed her index finger on her flat palm facing Daryl, sliding the finger up.

“Am I up? Like, awake?” She shook her head no, repeating the gesture. He looked at her do it another time, thinking of the most logical answer possible. All he had in his head was ‘elevator’.

“OH! Tall! Am I tall!” Another round of quiet applause from Connie. He chuckled at her reaction.

‘Are you .. happy?’ She circled her hands, palms flat facing her chest, in a up and down motion.

“Uhh.. happy? Cuz you’re smiling? That mean’s happy yeah?” He was repeating her gesture.

She showed both thumbs up. She hasn’t stopped smiling since they decided to take their little walk.

‘Are you .. stinky?’ She pinched her nose and gurned.

“Hey!” He pushed her gently while grinning. She let out a giggle, amused by her own joke.

“How do you sign .. ‘I like your laugh’?” He asked, his pink cheeks hidden by his messy bangs.

Her smile softened, and she showed him how. He repeated her gestures, saying along "I like your laugh".

He was expecting a slight awkward moment of silence, but Connie interrupted his train of thought of what to say next.

‘I don’t know what your laugh sounds like.’ She pouted with a smile.

“I don't care. Just think of it as this,” he grabbed his belly, slapping his knee and mouthing ha-ha-ha in a silly manner.

She rolled her eyes. ‘I could know what it’s like…’ she tilted her head to the right, looking at him with doe eyes, ‘if you let me.’

He looked at her, raising his brow, unsure of what she meant.

‘Are you ticklish?’ She wiggled her fingers at her sides without touching them.

“What?”

‘Are you … ticklish?’ She reached for his sides and did the same gesture on him. He jumped at the touch, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

She grinned signing ‘Yes, you are.’ She reached for him again, but Daryl caught both of her hands with his.

“Wait, wait, wait! You won’t even hear me.” He said panicked.

Having grown up with a mean older brother, Daryl hated being tickled. Merl would torture him when they were younger, and tickle him so hard that it was more painful than ticklish.

She patted his knee as reassurance. He let go of her arms and she signed to him that she can feel the vibration of sounds. That’s how she used to enjoy music and her family’s laughter.

He looked at her hesitant. “Just tell me something funny instead. Don’t gotta tickle me.”

‘I’m not that funny. Besides, tickling is fun.’

Daryl signed a harsh no.

‘Please? I’ve never seen you laugh!’ She pouted, making Daryl throw his head back and grunt.

“I fucking hate you.”

‘I’ll be gentle. Turn around.’

He sighed heavily and did as he was told, facing away from her. He could feel the agitated anxious moths filling his stomach as he anticipated the fingers drilling into his sides.

At the very first touch, goosebumps ran down his spine as she moved his hair gently away from his neck. He scrunched his shoulders and leaned away from her. Connie slapped his back gently and gestured for him to get back up.

"Sorry." He forgot to face her so she could read his lips. He relaxed his shoulders and slouched. Connie pulled down his shirt collar and wiggled her fingers gently on his neck. His head swung back and his knees went straight to his chest as he hugged them to stop himself from grabbing her hands.

Connie smiled at his reaction. She spidered her fingers down his back, making him arch as much as he could without unlocking his tight knee-hug. She couldn't see his stupid-looking face as he held a big breath to not let out a giggle.

That didn't last very long as her fingers found their way to his exposed armpits. He clamped his arms to his sides and leaned back, hitting his head on her shoulder. She couldn't help but laugh too as he wiggled in her lap, squealing. He kept saying stop, but it was useless.

Her hands made their way out from underneath his arms and onto his stomach. All of his limbs followed, folding into a clumsy looking ball of a man. She slipped her hand under his shirt and pressed it on his chest as she felt the strong vibrations of his loud and husky laugh.

"AAAAHHH STOHOHOHOPPPPLEAAASEEEE CONNIEHIHIHIH!" He kicked his legs, face red and sweaty. Even if she tried to read his lips, his hair was covering every surface of his face. His squirming was out of this world crazy. As she clawed his stomach gently, his laugh went a pitch higher and he turned his cheek and pressed it against her arm that rested on his chest. She took the opportunity to tickle his neck again, making him scrunch his shoulders and kick his legs like a little kid. He didn't know what was worse; Merl's painful torture of her feather-light tickling. Either way, he was running out of breath and energy. Connie picked up on it as his squirming gradually stopped and his body went limp in her lap. he waved his arms in a 'stop' motion. She pushed his hair out of his face and looked down at him smiling. Daryl, getting rid of his last few giggles from his lungs, rested his arms on his chest, breathing deeply. His exhausted eyes and smile made her blush. 'I like your laugh too' she signed to him.

"Whatever." He growled, smiling, and got up. She did the same, and they brushed the leaves and dirt off of each other. He felt his sides getting squeezed. Immediately, he crouched down, letting out a "nnooOOOO" and getting out of her hand reach. He turned back to look at her as she laughed and ran at him, wiggling her fingers, as he darted away as fast as he could. Soon, the forest echoed with laughter once again.

[imeverywoman420]

You know when you can just tell a scene in media was entirely thought up by men like no woman in the room at all.

The best example i can think of is family guy’s treatment of connie damico- that shes somehow a slut but also the most popular mean girl in school the queen bee etc. Because in mens eyes slut = bad person. So of course the mean girl has to be a slut and the reason shes mean is uhh because. Shes a slut? No logic at all. Have you BEEN to any high school. Ever. The mean girls are the ones that call other women sluts. Like how would that even make sense- connie is the cool girl that all the football bros “respect” in the way that men respect feminine “good” women but shes sucking and fucking the football team? Like. Was any woman in the room at all.

You literally CANT be a queen bee and a “slut” thats not how it works thats not how any of this works? In what world is “giving handjobs since you were 12” associated with rich snobby “cool girl” types and not like. Poor trailer trash emo girl. Social pariah.

[slayersforthedayers]

Chapter 1: First day.

Mikasa opens her eyes as she awoke from your deep sleep she hears her alarm beeping, she realises today is her first day of Maria High, quickly she threw on her new uniform and rushed downstairs.

Met with her mother making eggs on toast for breakfast her favourite.

“Morning mom” she called as her mother turns to her “morning sweetie, first day of school in a new town excited?” Ugh excited? impossible. Remembering her old town, old school and old friends sighing she shrugged off her thoughts and said “i guess you could say that.” Her mother chuckles as she finishes preparing her breakfast and sets it down infront of her.

“Eat up love” she smiled as mikasa returns it and starts eating her breakfast.

As she finishes she gets up and gives her mom a kiss on the cheek “Bye mom!”

“Bye hun!” she waves, Mikasa opens the door scared to what awaits next.

Before she knows it shes already at the front gates of her new school. Looking to her left she sees a sign that displays “Maria High..”

She cant help but start to feel a little nervous.

Sighing just a bit, nerves start to calm as she starts walking to the front gate, heading straight to reception announcing shes the new girl and needs to know where to go.

Receptionists inform her the classroom by the name “201”

“Thank you” she replies and starts heading to the direction getting a little lost on the way and realising shes already 5 minutes late. “Fuck” she mutters outside of her classroom mustering enough courage to open the door and go in.

All the chatter that was going on just a minute ago seems to have stopped now, all eyes are on her she gulps a bit before introducing herself. “uh hey! Im mikasa, mikasa ackerman and im the new girl.”

“Yeah, no time for introductions kid sit down.” Her eyes darts to a man sitting behind the teachers desk. “Well what are you waiting for sit down?!” yells the short raven haired man she looks him up and down with confusion “uhh, where?”

the mans eyes start rolling, “God, sit in any available place I need to start the lesson if you dont mind?!”

the class which was in silence before start to giggle a little before someone says, “Hey, theres a place next to me.” says a blonde haired boy. Mikasa proceeds to sit down next to him allowing the teacher who apparently goes by the name Mr Levi to start his lesson.

“Im Armin Arlert.” says the blonde sitting beside her. “Im Mikasa Ackerman.” she smiles and he returns it. Levi noticing this and says “You too better be paying attention.” whilst giving a sideway glance to the pair. “We are, sorry sir.” they said in unison.

Bell rings marking the end of first period,

first lesson in her new school wasnt the best she thought moving onto her next lesson, History. God how much she hated history, sitting down in her lesson next to the same blonde boy she began to get her pen out about to start taking notes,

when her eyes gaze over to a mysterious boy sitting alone with his hood halfway covering his chocolate hair, he looks zoned out not even having his notebook opened or a pen in his hand just staring blanky. “no thoughts between those eyes.” she thought to herself as her thoughts was interrupted by the same blonde hair boy sitting beside her, “Hey, um seeing that your new and stuff want to hang out with me and my friends for break?” He questions as her eyes divert from the peculiar boy sitting at the end of her table to the boy sitting beside her.

“Yeah I’d love to.” she states smiling

Before they know it the bell starts ringing starting the beginning of break, “Here, follow me” the blonde boy announces and starts walking to what it appears to be a random classroom? Mikasa gives Armin a quite strange dazed look before beginning to open her hand out to open the door infront of them. Met with a couple heads turned, “Guys this is the new girl, her names Mikasa! Mikasa meet Sasha, Connie, Jean, Historia and Reiner, make her feel welcomed.” Shocked and smiley faces begin to approach her.

“woah, im not gonna lie shes kinda..”

Some boy who goes by the name Jean starts whilst looking her up and down, his thoughts were stopped by an average height girl with reddish brown hair giving Jean the death stare “You always do this leave her alone” rolling her eyes “Im Sasha ignore that hopeless beg he does this to everyone.” she starts chuckling as her and everyone else asked mikasa questions about her old school and why she moved

“Well uh, I moved because my mom got a new job I used to live in the neighbouring city Rose and also went to Rose High.” she looked up and saw quite a few suprised faces.

“Rose high? The city of Rose? Rich girl on our hands” a boy with a buzz cut starts chucking.

The bell rings again stating the beginning of lesson time again hearing groaning come from the others as they pick up their stuff and head to their lessons.

Arriving to her classroom 201 she sat down again next to the blonde hair boy she was with at break. Picking up her pen and paper she began jotting down notes.

The end of class approaches everyone starts packing up their stuff and head on down to lunch, Mikasa looks around and sees Armin heading over to the classroom they were in during break signaling her to follow along. “I’ll be there soon.” she announces as she starts walking to the staircase, deciding its best to look around her new school she starts with every floor making her way to the top and landing herself on the rooftop.

About to make her way down again, she notices the same brunette mysterious boy she noticed at first period sitting by himself with the same bored expression.

Weirdly she decides to approach him seeing that if hes in all her lessons,

best make a good impression she thinks as she starts walking over.

“Hey.” She speaks quite cheerfully,

“Im Mikasa, you’re from class 201 right?”

She states still standing up a couple of feet away from him, she sees his hair in a messy state uniform not even ironed with a few wrinkles and shirt not even tucked into his trousers. Clearly not caring about his looks she thinks, as his eyes turn away from the scenery ahead which consists of cherry blossoms and charming spring nature, to lock into hers with confusion.

“Sorry, dont really remember asking.”

His words felt sharp as he slowly looks away and begins staring at whats infront of them ignoring her presence.

“Oh, yeah i know. I just thought it would be nice to introduce myself. Thats all”

“I can leave if you want..” she utters turning around

.

“Im Eren, Eren Yeager.” The boy annouces causing Mikasa to stop in her tracks and turn around. His eyes still not leaving the scenery of which lies infront.

Mikasa smiles a bit before sitting down on the bench beside him also looking at the beautiful scenery. “So, what are you doing here?” She wonders looking up at his emerald green eyes and perfect side profile.

“usually come here when I want to be alone.” He begins

“What makes you want to be alone?”

She questions watching his eyes still not look away from the scenery.

“God, you sure ask a lot of questions for someone I just met.”

Feeling embarrassed of the sudden outburst she look’s away “Sorry.”

Eren look’s away from the nature and turns to his watch.

“Theres only 15 minutes left of lunch, Dont you want to go hang out with Armin and the others..?”

He declares returning yet to the area ahead of him.

“How do you know I do that?” She stares with a level of confusion on her face.

“I just do Ackerman.” Getting up from his position and leaves the rooftop watching him disappear on the steps whilst leaving Mikasa alone with her thoughts.

“Hey, uh Ackerman was it?” She jolts as her gaze fixes on a girl standing before her

“Im Sasha.”

She declares, sitting down beside her and pulling a sandwhich from her bag and takes a bite.

“Uh, I noticed you were talking to Yeager?”

she starts

“Yeah, whats wrong with that?” Mikasa utters noticing the alarmed look on the girl sitting beside her.

“Nothing.. Its just that hes so distant now im honestly suprised he still got his voice.”

She confesses continuing to eat her sandwhich.

“What do you mean now?” Mikasa wonders awaiting a reponse.

“He used to be one of us in the same group as us, we all used to be best friends with him.”

Sasha continues

Curiosity sparks Mikasa

“Then what?”

“Not sure, one day he just stopped hanging out with us. Now he ignores us treating us and everyone else he knows as strangers, really its weird he used to be so talkative and energetic and now hes just..”

Sasha goes on about the brunette boy.

“Did you say or do anything to offend him or something?” Mikasa wonders full eyes and attention on Sasha waiting for an reponse.

“Not that I know off.” Sasha states. As the bell goes off again marking the end of lunch. “Hey what class you in maybe we could go their together?” Sasha asks to the pretty dark haired and pale faced girl standing beside her.

“Uh 201 I think?” Mikasa answers.

“NO WAY! Thats literally next to mine im 202!” Sasha squeals grabbing Mikasas hand as they head to their lessons together.

Mikasa says goodbye to her new friend and heads to her class, walking over her seat besides Armin. She passes by Erens desk staring at him and he returns it not breaking the eye contact.

Not a single emotion going through those eyes she begans to think it’s honestly almost like hes a robot programmed to sit in these lessons and occasionally write notes. She sighed as she sat down next to Armin.

“Hey, Ackerman I didnt see you at lunch today. Are you okay?”

Armin wonders with genuine curiosity lingering in his eyes.

“Dont worry about it i just got busy with something.” Mikasa states as her eyes divert from his blue ocean eyed friend to the book and pen infront of her.

The bell rings again, its now the end of her first day of Maria High.

Getting up from her seat,

“See you tomorrow! Armin.”

She smiles at blonde whos also getting up from his seat.

Deciding to take the train home, she walks down to the nearest underground

Purchasing a ticket and heading down to the train area, sitting down on a wooden bench she waits patiently for her train.

Mikasa then notices the same brunette boy sitting down on his own also seems to be waiting for a train, he notices her staring and gave a an unamused expression

Quickly the train arrives she notices Eren also getting up, seems that they both take the same train.

Arriving home, Mikasa grabs her keys and opens her front door, met with her mother and father’s cheerfull eyes.

“Hunny! How was your first day!” Mr. Ackerman wonders

“Uh, it was okay..” Mikasa answers walking up to her room and lying down on her bed, I need to know more about Eren she thinks before dozing of for an

after-school nap,

[behindscenes-identity]

(Connie, Heacen, Tess, and Parker here belong to @bluryy-face0 )

Part Two of rating each ship in this two person fandom by how much I can see it happening

Akier(Aiko + Parker) 9/10 overall, it's literally canon and Parker sees the best of her fr fr; Aiko is HIS unlovable abomination, and they are so tragedy coded.

Hericho(Heacen + Jericho) 9/10 overall, I cannot get into them here or this post would be a college level essay, but all you need to know is that they make me hurt thinking about them and they are so in love and it is so toxic; the trauma bonding goes hard. They're terrible, yet so interesting, hence why I like it.

Conicho(Connie + Jericho) 9/10 overall, again, I can't get into this here but pookie recently wrote a fic about them and no joke I cried a little. They make me hurt so bad; CONNIE DESERVES SM BETTER!! 😭

Heconicho(Heacen + Connie + Jericho) 7.5/10 overall, I could see Jericho being open to a poly relationship, same with Heacen, I think the main issue is that Connie(iirc) is demisexual and demiromantic? So It would probably end up just being Jericho with two boyfriends and his boyfriends are good friends lmao – notably I can also see it being very healthy since they all balance eachother out.

Takio(Tess + Aiko) 7/10 overall, also canon, Tess sees uhh...the best? What she wants to see?? Idk they're doomed yuri core and honestly Tess deserves better :(.

[m-jelly]

Good little changes

amazing banner by @kenkopanda-art

Pairing: Mafia!Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Being a couple, romance, cute, fluff, happy Levi.

Concept: As Levi works in the mafia, people are starting to notice little changes with their boss. He's gaining weight, brings in lunch, the bags under his eyes are gone, he has cute plasters over wounds, his hand gel is sweet-smelling, and his ties are getting cute as well. People are wondering what's happened to their big scary boss because he's not shouting much either. They try to push it and discover he's got a girlfriend who he worships to death, you.

Connie looked at his watch and checked the time. He glanced up to see his boss walking into work at nine in the morning. He was so used to Levi always being at work, that seeing him walking in was strange.

Levi gave Connie a small smile. "Morning Connie."

Connie's eyes widened. "M-Morning sir!"

"You should go on break for a bit. You need rest."

"Sir?" Connie felt like an alien was possibly in Levi's skin. "Sure." He followed his boss into his office. "Can I get you anything?"

Levi shook his head. "No, everything is good."

Connie watched his boss tap away on his phone and smile. "Okay..."

Levi glanced up. "Can I get you anything? Do you need something? You need anything extra?"

"No...everything is great."

"Good. Now go take that break."

Connie frowned a little. "Yes...sir..." He left his boss's office and went to the break room to see his friends there. He sat down with his brows furrowed. "The boss is acting weird."

Sasha hummed. "Weird how?"

"He smiled at me."

Jean snorted. "Fuck off."

Connie locked eyes with his friend. "I'm not lying! He smiled at me and he was smiling at his phone too. He came in a nine!"

Sasha looked at her phone. "Nine? But he always stays over here."

"He came in at nine."

Jean hummed. "So, he's sleeping, working sensible hours and is happy?"

Sasha rested her cheek on her hand. "Maybe he has a therapist?"

Connie ruffled his hair. "Maybe..."

A few days later...

Sasha slipped into Levi's office with reports. She placed them down and saw a cute bento box open next to Levi, along with a pretty thermos. She handed the work over as she stared at the food in the bento.

Levi looked through the papers and hummed. "You can't have my lunch. My lunch is special." He looked up at Sasha. "But it's very good."

She gulped hard. "It looks delicious."

"I'll pass on that message." He signed off on the papers and handed them over showing off a plaster on his knuckle with a cute chubby dinosaur on. "What?"

She grabbed the papers. "Sorry, I was just looking at your plaster."

Levi looked down at it and smiled. "It's cute, right?"

"Cute? Uh, yeah! I really love it."

He smiled at Sasha. "Me too."

She stepped back. "I'll get these papers sorted. Thanks, sir."

Levi waved to her. "Not a problem."

A week later...

Jean walked with Connie and Sasha as they felt terrfied of what Levi was going to say to them. He knocked on the door and walked in when Levi said enter. He bowed to his boss. "Sir."

Levi sighed. "What can I do for you?"

Jean stood up and stared at Levi's tie, it had cute little sharks on it and tiny hearts. "Um..."

"Jean?"

Jean gulped. "Oh, umm...we messed up. We were protecting a club of yours and a rival mafia member came to see us. We chased him down, but it was a distraction. Basically, your club got messed up. They broke things and spray painted. They didn't get anything important though. We're so sorry."

Levi stared at them as they bowed deeply. "Are you three okay?"

Connie stood up. "Huh?"

Levi got up and walked closer. "I said, are you three okay? Did you get hurt?"

Sasha frowned. "We're okay."

"Good." He let out a long sigh. "I'm glad. I wouldn't want you three to get hurt just because of a club."

Jean rubbed the back of his neck. "Sir?"

Levi smiled a little. "Just fix it as soon as you two can, okay? I trust you three."

"Uhh...yes sir."

Levi walked back to his desk and grabbed his hand sanitizer and put it on. "Don't push yourselves too much."

Sasha leaned over and whispered. "Is that sweetie hand sanitizer?"

"Yes." He smiled at Sasha jumping at him hearing. "You want some?"

She walked over and offered her hand. "Sure."

He gave her some. "Smells nice, right?"

She hummed. "Perfect."

He looked at his watch. "I need to head out. Go home you three and deal with the club tomorrow." He packed up his things. "You need to rest as much as possible. See you tomorrow."

A few days later...

Jean walked up to his friends staring at you in a summer dress. "What are you two doing?"

Connie pointed. "What's with the pretty lady?"

Jean stared at you and remembered you from the club. He'd gone with Levi and Mike for a job over a month ago. You had walked right up to Levi and told him how much of an asshole he was for being in the mafia, then slapped him hard. Jean had thought you were dead, but his boss had surprised him and chased after you. He had no clue what had happened after, but now it all clicked. Levi was dating you.

"Huh." Jean smiled. "I believe she is our boss's girlfriend."

Connie smirked. "So, that's what the boss needed, a good fuck! She much be great in the sack."

Sasha heard someone step behind Connie. She turned her head to see Levi stood there. She gasped and shook her friend. "Connie?"

"What? Oh, I bet he's kinky in hell in bed. Maybe he likes to dominate?"

"Connie!"

He looked at Sasha and felt this coldness behind him. His eyes went wide in fear. "He's behind me, isn't he?" He whipped around to face his very angry looking boss. "S-sir!"

Levi clenched his jaw. "Springer."

Connie gulped hard. "I'll go on cleaning duty for two months alone, mainly the toilets."

"And?"

"Guard duty too for six months! Night shift!"

Levi hummed. "Get to work then." He watched Connie run away. "You two have anything to say?"

Sasha shook her head. "No!"

Jean gulped hard. "Nothing."

Levi narrowed his eyes a little as he studied them. He smiled and perked up. "Good."

Sasha fiddled with her top. "So, did your girlfriend make you all those lunches?"

"She did. She was very happy when you said it looked delicious."

"She get you those cute ties and hankies?"

He looked down at his tie with little chubby bears on. "Yeah. They're great, aren't they?" He looked up. "She also gave me that sweet hand sanitizer you liked."

She hummed a laugh. "You seem happier."

"I am."

Jean smiled. "Love at first slap."

Levi stared at Jean, then chuckled. "You're right."

Jean thought he was going to die in that small moment, but he was safe for now. "You should go see your mrs."

Levi nodded at them both. "Good work on the club, by the way." He jogged over to you and hugged you. "Hey beautiful."

You hugged Levi tightly. "Hi!" You pulled back and smiled. "I'm so glad you invited me here. I'm looking forward to meeting everyone."

Levi kissed you and hummed. "I'll introduce you to Erwin today, but Hange will wait."

You cupped his face. "Why's that?"

He let out a long sigh. "I'm not mentally ready for the madness that comes with letting them know I'm in love."

You giggled. "Alright."

"LEVI!" You both looked over to Hange. Hange pointed at you both. "GIRLFRIEND!"

Levi groaned. "Fuck me."

[c-atm]

Care

"Steven?" Connie called as she looked at Steven, lying in their bed, pale face, dried and cracked-lipped. A look of dazed fatigue on his feverish red-cheeked face."Bisky? You ok?" The researcher asked, putting her coat on the hanger before walking up to him.

"Uhh?" Steven groaned, "I think I got something from my trip." He mumbled.

"That's a given," Connie stated, walking over to him and checking his head. "You're burning up." She said, feeling his forehead. "Do you need another blanket?" She asked, moving to get one.

"No, just... stay here." Steven moaned, falling back into the pillow.

"Well, maybe you should take some fluids," Connie said, getting up and going to the bathroom.

"OH! NO!." Steven groaned, "No more drinks!"

Connie arched her eyebrow at the sudden energetic protest.

"Quite the apprehension there, Mister."

"I drank a lot at the last meeting...been feeling off...soon after."

Connie considered, "Drank what?"

"...Something one of the delegates brought from their home planet, it was tasty and reminded me of mango and cream... Said it was a very fermented stout...at least that's what it translated to."

"Oh-ho, no!" Connie giggled as she crawled up next to him, putting his head on her lap.

"Diamond essence didn't wo~oork." Steven complained in Connie's thighs as she brushed his hair with her left hand, "Happy you're wearing shorts..." He muttered as he snuggled into his Heartberry warm flesh.

"Oh, really, and why is that?" Connie teased lovingly.

"I like the feel of your skin on mine, so warm." 

She smiled at Steven's honest yet weak tone as he looped his large limb around Connie's hip line.

"Why didn't the essence work? I thought it was a heal-all?" He muttered.

"Sure, wounds, bruises, disembodied limbs, burned flesh, viruses can even bring back the dead... Given the formula."

"Then why didn't it work on me?"

"Cause you...Mister galactic ambassador of Era 3; aren't sick...You're hung over."

"Hung over, like when you wake up from a night of drinking alcohol?" Steven asked, his fever slowly dropping as he started to feel acquainted with Connie's scent.

"same almost exactly," Connie confirmed,

"But I didn't drink any alcohol?"

"You got drunk on a fermented alien beverage. Good chance it's an equivalent to alcohol."

"You think?" Steven mumbled, getting a bit exhausted.

"Stout...a synonym for beer." 

"Arrgh." He bashfully groaned," I did?"

"You did." 

"It didn't taste like beer?! It was so fruity."

"Like a cocktail, perhaps," Connie said, placing her hand on his forehead and brushing his hair with the other.

Steven groaned, "I hope I didn't do anything embarrassing." He winced at his headache.

"Wow, don't remember last night, huh?" Connie hummed to him, "well, lucky I'm here."

Steven's eyes widened at the mischievous tone," what did I do?"

"Well, it is not everyday your Jambae video call from space just so a galactic assembly can serenade you while you're getting over a stomach bug."

"Drunk calling!?" Steven groaned.

"Video calling and singing." She laughed, "Strangely in harmony, despite the different languages."Connie smirked," I didn't know that language can sound so sensually rhythmic." She blushed, still laughing.

"Is there anything else?"

"Well... I didn't know you bragged about me so much." She laughed," What one of them called me, you Heartmate?"

"Oh, stars...Lady Percis from the Ria Nebula." He groaned.

"She was a little cutie...Surprised she's six hundred and how human she looked...excluding the extra eyes and orange skin."

"She's pretty new...And also she brought the drinks."

" Ah, that explained why she looked the least inebriated."

"I'm so sorry; I got too drunk to remember much." He apologized.

"It's ok. And the last I heard, you were the belle of the ball." Connie playfully teased, "at least that's what Spinel said."

"I was getting sick...But everyone else loved me." He brushed his head against her denim-clad thigh.

"That's a good thing, those who get sick together, stick together."

"Is that how it works?"

"I'm sure they're nursing their own hangovers, Mister. All while thinking it was a good conference."

'Hmm.... were you embarrassed?" 

"No. More amused and a bit worried for all of you, but Nel and Yellow brought you back, so it's all good." She kissed  his temple," You're safe."

"No, I'm very...tired...Sick...Hangover."

"You're also what I like to call, Cute and cuddly," Connie said as she caressed his nape as Steven buried his face in her thigh.

"Is that so?" He mumbled into the flesh.

"Very much so."

"Well, you're hot and huggable." Steven yawned.

"You're sweet and snuggly..and maybe a bit sleepy," Connie responded

"Your fault, Heartberry. You're so warm and welcoming... you're my home." He nuzzled her leg, yawning again.

Connie paused, looking at Her Mister, her heart slipping as she felt her eyes water and mouth grinned.

"And you're always welcome home, Bisky." She replied,

"Thank you for taking care of me." He said as his eyes slowly closed.

"Anytime, Bisky." She replied, rubbing his back and humming to him, easing him into sleep.

She smiled, feeling him relax under her soothing touch. "Nap time Bisky." She cooed, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you," Steven murmured.

"I love you too. Go to sleep." She responded.

"Be here when I wake?"

"Always, I'm here for you."

"Ok..." He sighed, snuggling into her, "...'m just going to take a small nap..."

"That's fine; sleep, love," she said, holding him closer to her.

"Love...is the only way to heal me." 

"Then you will make a full recovery." Connie sighed, nuzzling Steven's head.

Steven yawned and gave a small smile at her, curling into her lap.

"I'll be here. Sleep, Hubby." She said as Steven slowly drifted off to sleep. She smiled, feeling his body relax, and he snuggled into her lap.

"You too...Love...You." Steven groaned, slowly drifting into a feverish yet soothing slumber.

Connie smiled, slowly strumming his back.

"Love you too, Bisky."

[fayesrossua]

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN: PROM KING

Prompt: you’ve had a crush on Jean all of highschool, but you never thought anything would come of it. At the end of your prom, Prom King and Queen are announced and you are totally blindsided by the results, and excited ;)

Tags/keywords: school dance, highschool crush, fluff, banter, wholesome, making out, touching, romantic feelings, mention of past ex

WC: 2k

Notes: I wrote this as a consolation for me not having a prom bc of Covid and because of my highschool crush just got a gf so I’m mourning the imaginary chances I ever had with him LOL. Enjoy 💓💓 lowkey want to add a spicy PT 2 to this😳

“And the winners are,” The room hummed with anticipation as Mr Ackerman And Prof Zoe opened the envelopes announcing this years Prom King and Queen.

Your friends had nominated you as a joke a few weeks ago, but they were the aggressive, domineering type, so they actually pressured kids into voting for you. Your best friend nudged you, and you gritted your teeth in anticipation. The room was so hot and bodies were all around you.

Silence hung in the room still, a drum roll thrumming. Who were the Prom King nominees? you wondered.

“Y/N L/N, and Jean Kirschtein!” Professor Zoe bellowed into the mic. Your best friend screeched, jumping up and down and shaking you. You began laughing,

“No fucking way.” You hissed at your friend, and she shooed you to walk on stage. Jean has been a guy you had crushed on passively throughout your entire highschool career. You’ve chatted here and there, had a couple classes together but never really knew him all that well to be considered more than acquaintances. You walked through the parting path of the crowd and up the few steps leading to the stage. Jean trailed behind you, his friends barking and making animal noises as he got on stage. You two walked to the middle of the stage, and Mr Ackerman placed a glittery tiara on your head, being careful to not mess up your hair. Prof Zoe placed a golden crown on Jean’s head and you looked over at him.

His lips raised in a smirk, and he winked at you. You felt your heart beat stutter, a rush of adrenaline pumping through you.

“Now a word from this year’s elected Prom King and Queen!” Prof Zoe said. Jean gestured for you to go first, and so you approached the mic, not knowing what was about to come out of your mouth.

“Uhh, thank you for nominating me. Couldn’t do it without you guys… I guess. Anyways, enjoy the rest of your night and congrats to us for all graduating.” You finished, before visibly cringing at yourself and stepping away and letting Jean come. Your friend cackled at you. Mr Ackerman held up his hand to stop anyone from clapping, and Jean went to the mic this time. He looked at you, his eyes glaring into yours right before he starts speaking. You felt yourself grow extremely hot, both from your dress, the lights, the people, Jean.

“My Prom Queen couldn’t have said it much better than myself.” My? Thanks for all the votes and support over the past few years. Thank you to my boys who have hyped me up. i love you guys,” he said exaggeratingly, Connie scream sobbed, I love you too, he shouted from the back of the crowd. Everyone laughed. “And I hope Professor Zoe and Ackerman know how much we all appreciate them for putting this together. Thank you everyone.”

Everyone erupted in applause, and Mr Ackerman grabbed the mic, announcing the “King and Queen’s dance”. Your stomach turned as Jean took a step toward you, taking your hand and leading you down the steps to the empty space on the dance floor. A white, found light followed you and a slow song began playing. In your peripherals you saw others around wrap their arms around each other.

“Congrats,” Jean said quietly, turning to face you. His hand gently sat on your waist, and you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, congrats.” You say, feeling stunned at what was happening. You didn’t think anything would ever come of your crush, that he would remain a NPC like character in your life story, and that after highschool, you’d never see him again. Life was strange. “How’re you liking prom?” You ask.

Jean pressed his lips together, humming. “It’s pretty good now, I’m freaking Prom King Y/N,” he says sarcastically. You laugh, rolling your eyes. He goes to spin you, bringing you back much closer to him then before.

“Yeah well I mean, I can’t think of anyone else who would fit the title.” You say, honestly. “You strike me as the type who would be Prom King.”

Jean made a face, his eyebrows and nose scrunching together, “What does that mean?”

You shrugged, daring to move a couple centimetres closer to him. “It means you are that kind of guy, it’s like asking why water is wet. It just is.”

His head tilts back and he laughs, “I don’t understand you,” and he readjusts his hands, bringing up one of his hands for you to take. You place your hand in his, and look up to see him very close to you. You look directly past his chin and keeping swaying with him. “Though I have to say, I hope you like guys like me. You know, guys who are Prom Kings.”

His eyes are burning into you, and you brace yourself before shifting your eyes to look directly at him. You lose track of your thought at the sight of his blown out pupils and you don’t dare look at his lips.

Don’t do it.

Don’t do it.

You blink, and swallow. Fuck it I’m going to be upfront, the perfect opportunity has fallen into my lap.

“Jean, I’ve always had a thing for you, regardless of your title honestly.”

For a moment he didn’t say anything, his eyes actually flitted away from yours, and a wave of doubt settled over you. All before he broke out into a smile.

“You should have told me sooner then. Think of how much sooner we could have gotten together?” He says, his voice laced with sarcasm, but being so close to him you can hear, and feel a tremor in his voice. Like he’s both serious, relieved and excited. His eyes continue to expand, taking in all of you, and you know you have him at least for this moment.

“Oh I know, I know. But I’m a coward, how am I expected to approach someone who is just so cool? A future Prom King?”

Jean grins at this, “Well we know now your true feelings for me.”

“What about you? Compliment me now.” You say boldly. He hasn’t said he likes you, but you have every reason to think he does.

“Of course I like you. Chances are I’ve liked you longer than you’ve liked me. Especially with you dating that fucking asshole a couple years ago.” He says, and you exhale a laugh.

“Oh God, don’t bring him up please. I’d rather not think about him.” You shake your head, while simultaneously being overwhelmed with his confession that he likes you.

“It’s true though, I saw the way he spoke to you and the way he handled you. If I had known you better I would have stepped in but I never did.”

You signed, not knowing what to say. You didn’t want to think about him. You wanted to focus in on the moment, on Jean. You breathed in his scent and for a split second, you feel your world stop. You didn’t know if it’s because of a lack of male attention, or the atmosphere of prom, but you felt all the pieces of your life come together at that moment. White picket fences and children running around. Cherry aprons and baked goods. You saw your future flash before your eyes. I’ve liked him. He’s liked me.

I like him, and he likes me.

“I guess it worked out if it was all leading to this moment then,” you say, focusing your eyes on him again. He’s so close to you he’s hard to look straight at him. Jean lifts his head, and brings a hand to your upper back. Your head rested on his chest.

“Let’s hope.” He said, letting you two dance in silence until the rest of the song played out. You looked around, seeing everyone dance and you blink hard, trying to really capture every detail of this moment. What you see, how you feel, what you’re touching, who. You’re going to miss this moment, and go back to it on sad days. Jean craned his head down to you, his lips grazing the top of your ear, “I’m hungry, want to get out of here after the dance?”

“Absolutely.” You reply. The song plays out it’s final chorus before fading quietly. Still, there was chatter all around, but it seemed insignificant to the intense grip Jean was holding you with.

He tapped a few times on your waist and flickered his eyes to the exit door. You nod, and you start walking with him to leave. The foyer was still lit with the unwelcoming hallway lights you had come to appreciate. A huge banner with “PROM NIGHT” draping from the upstairs balcony. Jean opened the door for you and a cool summer breeze welcomed you. He took out his car keys from his pocket and jangled them around. “The black Chevy over there.” He pointed, pressing his key and unlocking the door. It blinked back at you.

He stepped in front of you, just as you were about to open the door. Jean turned to face you, and put his hand on your waist again. He pulled you in close, your hips directly pressed up against each other’s. “Is it too early to ask for a kiss?” He whispered, his voice deep in cadence but still a little smug.

You just shook your head, letting your eyes fall directly to his slightly open mouth. Jean took your face in his palm, and took no time to firmly press his lips against yours. A pool of warmth bloomed in your lower stomach and you were shocked at how wet and soft his lips were. Jean tilted his head to the side, kissing you deeper, and more intensely, his fingers carefully grabbing your hair. You slid your hands up his back, grabbing the back of his neck and pressing into him.

Jean slipped his tongue into your mouth as he went in again, a surge of pressure building and releasing itself in your stomach. You opened your mouth a little wider, allowing your tongues to massage against each other.

As expected, Jean is one hell of a French kisser.

He exhaled breathily into your mouth, and you ached at the sound of his voice in that airy, light way. You wanted to hear it more. He brought his lips down to your neck, planting soft, barely there kisses. You were feeling very overwhelmed and you didn’t want it to stop.

“So where do you want to go for food?” He asked, out of breath as he peppered you with little kisses. You scoffed, your eyes just beginning to flutter open again.

“How much are you willing to spend ?” You ask. He brings his lips back to yours, and he gives you a long, suffocating kiss before letting go. His lips were slightly puffy, and the pinkish stain of your lipstick covered his face. You imagined you looked more or less the same - you felt the top of your head, feeling the spikes of your tiara. Jean laughed,

“Don’t worry Princess, I won’t dethrone you quite yet.” He fixed your tiara. “We can go anywhere you want. Let’s start with some ice cream how about?” He opens your car door,

“That works with me.” You step to enter the car and he closes the door behind you. He runs around the other side, jumping in and starting his car. Before he flips down the car mirror, checking himself out. You look at him unabashedly, not believing this was happening. In that moment you had no idea what to expect - whether this would be one evening together or the start of something new for the both of you. You hoped the latter.

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AGH I WANNA DO A PT2??? DINER BATHROOM BJ??! CAR SEX? LMK!!!