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astraysimp · 6 months

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Surprise?

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °Hi Besties! I am so so so excited to be bringing you this piece. As you know, @straykeedz and I am collabing and writing 9 Months In the Making, a short novel of dad!skz fics. This is chapter 1 part 2– Han’s fluff– and part 1 is essentially the conception of baby Han. I really hope you enjoy this, as well of my bestie’s smut piece and will continue to look forward to our other works! ┆Grab a box of tissues and maybe a snack, she’s a long one ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Summary: You and Han hadn’t been married for long, still in your newlywed phase and well……you had wanted to enjoy the married life for a little while. But… a surprise changed those plans….and turns out Hanji loves his new role as a dad….surprise?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Warnings: married!Han au, unplanned pregnancy, baby Han– has boba eyes and the jeekies(duh) –, fluff, pet names, new dad!han, talk of delivering a baby ,domestic family life, mentions of–unprotected sex ( and Han always being horny) →don’t be silly wrap your willy

You and Han hadn’t been married for that long, only around three months, and you had been loving the married life. In fact, the pair of you had talked about waiting to have a baby for maybe a year, so you could soak up married life before having a baby. But, if there's one thing to know about Han Jisung is that he is always horny, he always has been. So, you had always known there was a chance of getting pregnant– even if it was unplanned. One night, you had gone on a date and one thing led to another and you ended up having sex, which was nothing new. However what was new was missing your period the following week.

You period had been 15 days late, you knew because you checked, and you were nervous. There was something in your gut telling you something was wrong….it felt off. So, you brought it up to your loving husband, Han. “Hanji, yeobo. Can you come here a sec,” you called out to him from the kitchen where you were preparing lunch. Hearing you call for him, he quickly made his way to you, pressing a kiss to your temple.”What’s up, jagi? Everything okay?” He asked, pulling you to sit on his lap. As he sat at the dining table. Taking a deep breath, you looked into his eyes. “I’m late. My period is late….15 days.” You said, drawing in a shaky breath. He could sense your nervousness and pulled you into his embrace, “Hey, hey hey. Deep breaths, my love. We get you some tests, and if they’re positive, we get to have a baby. It’ll all be okay, though. We’re in this together, jagiya,”he smiled and kissed your temple. Nodding, you cuddled into his chest, “okay, okay.It’ll be okay. I love you, hanji.” You smiled, kissing under his jaw. “I love you too, honey. Forever and ever.” He smiled, kissing your hairline.

A week later, you and Han found yourself sitting in your master bathroom, 3 pregnancy tests on the countertop. Grabbing his hand, you pushed your face into his neck. “I’m nervous,JiJi. I don’t wanna look.” You mumbled, shielding your face from the sink, where the tests were sitting. Sighing, Han rubbed your back and kissed your temple. “Hey,it’s okay. We’ve always wanted babies, yeah? We’ll be okay,jagiya.” He crooned, gently pulling you to look at him. Shakily taking a breath in you nodded, “I know I know. But, what about enjoying being married before the baby?” You pouted, trying not to tear up. Shaking his head, he pulled you in for a kiss,”Yeobo, a baby is an amazing surprise and gift. We’ll still get to enjoy married life, before the baby is born,” he smiled , his thumbs rubbing over your cheeks. Softly smiling, you glanced at the tests. “Can you check them?,” and he did

POSITIVE. POSITIVE. POSITIVE 2-3 WEEKS. Looking at him, you squeezed his hand. “Well, babe? What do they say?” “Positive, all three, jagiya,” He said, feeling a smile grow on his face and tears well in his eyes. “Wait, really? I’m pregnant?” You whispered, looking at the tests. And there were 3 positives staring you in the face. Crying, you pulled Han in for a hug and a kiss. “Hanji, we’re gonna have a baby,” You cried, holding him tightly. “Our own little baby, jagiya. I’m so excited,” he whispered against your hair, feeling his tears wet your hair. Your own baby, made from your love. Pulling back from you, he kneeled and lifted your shirt to expose your stomach. Pressing a kiss to your belly, he whispered, “Hi, bean.It’s your daddy. I can’t wait to meet you.”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Time skip 8months ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

By now, you were 9 months pregnant and ready to pop, any day now . So far, your pregnancy had been going well. You and the baby were healthy and the baby was very active. You and Han found out you were having a boy, and decided to name him Jae Seong, which means to exist or rule or finish, sincere or honest. Han was excited to have a boy, and so were you. The thought of having a mini Jisung, made your hearts so full and happy. Not only were you excited, his family was also excited. His parents were going to be grandparents and his brothers would be uncles. Your family was also excited, loving you and Jisung together, and it excited them that you were going to be starting your family. Both of your families had even gone so far as to plan your baby shower, color themes of pale blue and a light gray. Those two colors are already adorning the walls of the nursery, where a crib, wardrobe,changing table, rocking chair and bookshelf were already waiting . The baby shower was amazing, being given such amazing gifts from your family and friends. Jisung’s mom knitted a baby blanket, his brother gifting a bottle warmer,etc. You had also received a plethora of clothes, diapers, wet wipes, pacifiers and other necessities. So, you and Jisung were extremely grateful.

It had been a few days since your baby shower, when you and Jisung were relaxing on your couch, as he rubbed your belly., “Are you ready to come meet momma and daddy, babe bean? We want to meet you, Jae Seung-ie.” He smiled, places kisses to your belly. You smiled and winced, feeling a braxton hicks contraction hit you. You had been having them for the past month, your doula telling you that it was your body preparing for labor, but these were a lot stronger. Groaning, you whined and squeezed Jisung’s hand. “Ji , it hurts, so bad,” You cried, burying your face in his chest. Pouting, he rubbed your back and gently guided you to stand. “Oh, my sweet jagi. Let’s walk a little, see if that helps.” And then he was gently leading you to walk laps of your living room, your head still buried in his chest. Crying you clutched your belly, feeling a stronger contraction course through you. “Ji, Ji I can’t. Hurts too much,” you whined, stalling your walking. Hearing and seeing your pain broke him, and he cupped his hands over yours, where they rested on your bump. “Want to try the labor ball? Maybe getting to rock your hips will ease it, my love–” he started, before ….bam… your water broke. “Ji, Ji it’s time, you cried, another contraction ripping through you.

Then you were off to the hospital. Panicking, he rushed there –running 3 red lights– and parked by the maternity ward and rushed you inside. “Help! My wife is having a baby!” He yelled, still holding you, as a nurse rushed over, seating you in a wheelchair. At this point, your contractions were less than a minute apart and you were in severe pain. “Ow ow ow Ji. Huuuurrtttssss,” you cried, gripping his hand. “I know baby, I know. We’re meeting Jae Seong soon, though.”He cooed, pushing wheelchair to your room. Once in your room, you got changed into a gown and your doula rushed in, along with doctors and nurses. It felt like time was going so fast yet so slow, at the same time. You had been in your room for about 4 hours and you were 5cm dilated, got an epidural, Han had brought your baby bag and carrier, and now it was a waiting game. Thanks to your epidural, you were practically numb from the waist down and fell asleep. Another 3 and a half hours had passed, and Jisung was soothing you, feeding you ice chips,placing cool washcloths to your forehead and occasionally napping with you. During your latest check in, the nurse told you that you were fully dilated and helped to situate onto your back. Jisung was sitting behind you, holding both of your legs up, as you were told to push. “Deep breath in y/n okay? Then push push push. Whenever your body feels the need to push, you push. Okay mama?,” Your nurse told you as you nodded, , and so you did. Crying loudly, you bore your head into your chest and pushed down. “Aaaahhh! Jiiiiii! “ You cried, before throwing your head back against his bare chest. “I know, honey. I know. You’re so strong. You’re doing so well,honey.” He cooed, kissing your temple. Feeling the need to push, you groaned, with your chin tucked to your chest and pushed again. “Ugggghhhhhh! Oh my god! JiJi , I can’t do it!” You cried, panting. “You can do it, my love. You’re so strong. We get to meet our boy soon.” He whispered, still holding your legs.

An hour and a half and 5 pushes later, you heard shrill cries blaze through your room. Crying you looked down at your chest, feeling the nurse set your baby down on you. “Congratulations, mama and papa. You have a healthy baby boy.” She smiled, as you and Jisung cried. “Oh my god, we did it. He’s here, our baby is here,Ji.” You cried, as the nurse took your baby to do the necessary newborn health checks. Nodding, he pressed a kiss to your lips and smiled. “We did. You did. We’re parents,” he smiled, tears freely falling. About 10 minutes later, the nurse walked back in with your baby swaddled in a blanket and a hat on his head. Setting the baby in your arms, she smiled. “He weighs 8.10 pounds, measuring in at 20 inches long. What’s his name?” You smiled, cooing down at him, as Jisung smiled. “Jae Seong, his name is Jae Seong.” You smiled and cried, running your finger over his nose,”Hi baby, I’m momma. It’s so nice to meet you.” You whispered, as his eyes opened, revealing ones matching your Jisung’s, cheeks as puffy as his. “Oh you’re so cute. My sweet boy,” You cooed, seeing him blink and let a yawn out. “Look at you, so tired huh?” You smiled, handing him to Han, carefully. Tearing up, he took Jae Seong into his arms. “Hi, little man, I’m your daddy.” He smiled, as Jae Seong looked up at him, gripping one of Han’s fingers in his hands. Oh, you and Han were completely

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Time skip: 4 months˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Parenthood was an adjustment, but you and Han loved it. Jae Seong was 4 months old now and was a complete ball of sunshine. But, boy did he love to sleep, just like his daddy. So, it wasn’t uncommon to find Jisung and Jae Seong napping together, at random times of the day.

That was what you found, one cozy Wednesday afternoon. You, Jisung and Jae Seong had just gotten home from a picnic at the park. It was during Jae Seong’s tummy time that you told Jisung you wanted to take a shower. Simply smiling and nodding from his spot on the floor in front of the baby, you took that as your cue to go. All the while, Jisung and Jae Seong were still playing–Jisung showing your baby different animals.”This is a kitty, bubba. Kitties go nyang. Nyang nyang.” He smiled, as jae Seong kicked his feet. “This is a puppy, like uncle Seungmin. He goes mong mong.” He laughed, pointing at the picture of a dog in the baby book.that went on for about 15 minutes, showing him colors, animals, shapes,music notes, etc. Yes, you took long showers, but you didn’t think that much could happen in 20 minutes. However, you were wrong. Stepping out of the bathroom, dressed in fluffy pajamas, you were met with silence. You had an inkling that you’d be met with two sleeping puffy cheeked boys. And your inkling proved you correct. Walking down the stairs and into your living room , you saw an array of baby books on the floor, surrounding a sleeping Jisung with baby Jae Seong asleep on his chest. Smiling to yourself, you walked over and sat next to his sleeping form. Gently running a hand through his hair, you whispered. “Hanji, my love. You gotta get up. Your back will hurt if you sleep like this.” You cooed, moving his bangs to kiss his forehead. At that, he blearily blinked his eyes open, looking at you. “Huh? Oh , did I fall asleep?” He giggled, cradling Jae Seong to his chest. Nodding your head, you smiled and kissed his cheek. “Mhm, you did, honey. Let’s get you and peanut to bed though.” You smiled, as Jisung carefully stood up , groaning as his back ached. “I was showing him animals and colors, jagiya.” He smiled at you, watching as you collected the books, putting them on the coffee table. “I’m sure he loved them all, yeobo. But, now it’s bed time for you and our peanut,” You giggled, as he nodded. “Mmmm, could go for a nap.” He mumbled, still sleepy and went to the nursery to settle Jae Seong in his crib.

Oh what a beautiful life you had. You and your boys–big boba eyes and round puffy cheeks. You were over the moon –even if ,maybe, your baby was a surprise

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9 Months in the Making

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subskz · 5 months

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CHURCHBOY AU???? I’M REVERTING BACK 🤩 gotta tie in our original role for him into this new, delicious ask.

overhearing that priest’s son hanji is becoming a councilor at the closest church camp for the summer…. well you just happen to also be a councilor there 😼 spending a summer of what should be spreading the gospel to young impressionable, guilt-ridden youth (i spent many summers at church camp, can you tell 😪), by pushing hanji into the lakehouse and jerking him off, whispering the most disgusting things in his ear, all while he bites down on his stupidly plush lips to keep quiet 😖

not even far into the summer having him begging for you to touch him, and giving in just to taunt him!! “you’re in such a holy place and all you can think about is sex? such a perv”

ugh…. i can’t handle this. now i’m gonna be thinking about the churchboy cinematic universe for the rest of the week 💔🔨 -🐾

suddenly it’s summer 2021 again 🙏 i had a feeling the churchboy au resonated w you from the times u brought it up heheh im very grateful u know what you’re talking abt bc im always kinda freestyling it w this au

camp counselor hanji…we are so back 😼 from day one you’ve got his full attention w lingering glances and “accidental” touches that get bolder and bolder the more time you spend together. you dont even have to tease him for long before he’s completely wrapped around your finger, bc poor hannie’s never been flirted w this much in his life and he doesn’t know how to handle it, esp when he’s supposed to be the shining example of purity. he’s like a lovesick puppy immediately, going from the charismatic leader teaching and entertaining the students, to a dumb, stuttering mess around you. but the way he gets so awkward around you, watching you w the most unfairly innocent eyes and the most obvious blush spreading across his face, makes him even more charming to you

getting him alone while everyone else is busy w camp activities and pushing him into the lakehouse ❤️‍🔥 the added risk of someone going looking for you only to find the priest’s son falling apart in the palm of your hand just turns him on more, and the guilt he feels for that is palpable. he thinks he might cum the instant you wrap your hands around him bc he’s wanted this so bad since the first day and he feels his whole body go hot w shame when you make him admit to touching himself to the thought of you every night. and taunting him for being such a hypocrite is the icing on the cake…degrading him for being so filthy in such a holy place and telling him he’s much better fit to be your personal toy than preaching abt religion <3

#ask #🐾 anon #💌 hannie

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lalal-99 · 3 months

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strawberries & pineapples {h.j.} | tracklist

Han Jisung x afab!reader | trope: slice of life, coming of age | expected word count: 115k

Synopsis: If there's one thing you can always count on, it's your annoyingly adorable boyfriend. Jisung and you already experienced enough trauma lasting a lifetime and you just want to be normal for a while. Perhaps, University can give you the normalcy you so deeply crave. Or maybe, it makes things much, much worse.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and drugs as well as addiction | themes of anxiety and depression | explicit content | dni if your under 18

Cameos include: All of Stray Kids | Lots of cameos including but not limited to Hwasa, Yuqi, Jackson, Taehyung, Wooyoung and Co.

Note: This is the longest plot I have ever created/worked on. As of February 2024, I'm reuploading the currently uploaded chapters and might overwork some of the writing. Updates might be slow, but this is completely planned out, so I will finish this.

Taglist: @skzho @bubblelixie @flakywig @itsallaboutkey @avyskai @mekuiikore @changbiddies0325 @knowleeknow @sensitiveandhungry @fairywriter-oracle @hgema @carstairs-rune @svintsandghosts @hanjis-blog @therhythmafterthesummer @poutypoutybin @skyyveon @jisungiexx @hyunjinswifeee @sunlitwilderness @bincxtesworld @vixensss @rylea08

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marsbutterfly · 9 months

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Final Mission - Remastered

Summary: The rumbling begins to close in on you and your friends. With very few choices remaining, you have to watch as Hanji makes a decision that will alter the course of your life forever.

a/n: hello hello!! So ever since part 3 part 1 came out, I decided to start working on rewriting my very first work, for Hanji and for Attack On Titan. This piece has always meant so much to me as it was written with lol sm grief? anyway, I know it's been a while but Hanji pls come back, the kids and I miss you babes.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: attack on titan season 4 part 3 (part 1) spoilers if you haven't watched it yet, angst, blood, established relationship, soulmate loss, a bit of resentment towards tbh everyone if you squint. | ao3 | wattpad | the original | wc: 3.3k

“You could break my heart in two

But when it heals, it beats for you”

“I’m the one who brought everyone here. I killed my comrades to come this far. I’ll take responsibility for it all,” Hanji says, her hands trembling while grasping the thunder spears firmly, eyes filled with terror while a shallow breath fights to leave her lungs. The ground shakes beneath you and a chilling sensation courses down your spine.

You finally find the courage to turn around to face her as she approaches the group, words dying and being reborn in your throat as you struggle to find just the right thing to say, eventually landing on the bleakest yet most desperate request, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Her footsteps are heavy, contrasting clearly with those of the colossal titans as they march towards you. Her vision is focused on the young, blonde boy ahead of you and you can tell she is trying with all her might to avoid your eyes, afraid of the reaction you might have.

“Armin Arlert,” her voice is gentle, gentler than it has been in a while, almost as if the heavy burden of the world inside the walls has finally lifted from her shoulders and she could actually think straight, “I hereby designate you the 15th Commander of the Scout Regiment.”

The remainder of the words exchanged between the two of them simply echoes in your brain, going from one ear to the other, almost as if they were speaking sheer gibberish. It doesn’t make sense, none of it does. Why is she making him commander when she is still standing right there? Hopefully not for the reasons you are expecting, right? Your thoughts move a thousand times faster than the actual conversation flows.

Your eyes are fixated on the scenery before you, a mixture of feelings coursing through your veins and your heart feels like it has been missing a few beats as an intense void begins to creep from deep inside of you. The situation is not ideal: the colossal titans get closer by the second, the atmosphere becomes hotter with their steam clouding the air and an overwhelming feeling of despair grows in your chest.

You focus on the sound of her voice, the same sound that has brought you so much comfort in the most trying of times now makes no sense, no matter how you look at it. Her face, which has always been your absolute favorite piece of art to ever exist, now contorted into a pained and saddened expression. In fact, it reminded of the way she looked when Erwin announced she would be taking over the Scouts in case he didn’t make it through Shiganshina.

You are finally pulled out of this trance once she begins to move again, this time towards Levi, confused and worrying eyes following her every move carefully as she moves across the brick bridge. From where you stand, you can see the black haired man tightening his left fist, the breeze hitting every so lightly, just barely enough for it to lift his hair and show you that he is sharing a quick glance with you before returning to Hanji.

“Hey, four-eyes,” he says. That’s the first time you have heard him call her those two words since she became commander. He had told you once before he did it out of respect, seeing that she was now his superior, so for him to say it now, in a moment like this, that is when the realization and truth of the moment finally began to dawn on you.

“You understand, right, Levi?” Her voice trembles in the slightest, in a manner that would be unnoticeable to anyone else but you and the man she is speaking to, “my turn has come at last.”

Hanji raises her hands, fingertips trembling and causing the thunder spears to shake, the sweat glistening on her face as her pupils twitch, it’s a sight you hoped to never see. She tries to play her nervousness off, “I’m giddy with the desire to make a supremely cool exit. Don’t stop what I’ve got going.”

For the first time, her eyes meet yours and you realize only then how many tears she was holding back, a quiet sob dying in your throat as you yelp, your body rejecting your brain’s commands to move, legs stuck in place and swallowing has never been this hard.

With a sigh, you hear those three words out of Levi’s mouth, the same words that are now only chanted by a ghost or a distant memory, “Dedicate your heart.” It feels like a punch to the stomach, air can no longer find its way inside your lungs and you choke on your own saliva, there is no denying what is about to happen anymore and the overwhelming sensation that there is nothing you can do to change it overwhelms you.

She smiles and lets out a gentle giggle, “That’s the first time I’ve heard you say that.”

Lastly, she makes her way towards you. The need for oxygen is intense but the very second that her gentle fingertips touch your face, the world seems to stop for a moment and every worry you have ever had dissipates into the feeling.

“I truly hope that you can forgive me one day,” she says and the tears that dangled from her eyes were finally allowed to fall. With a smirk on her lips, she blew on your face so that your hair would move from one spot to the other and the smell of her breath fills you with a sense of nostalgia and despair.

“Please don’t say that,” you whisper, bringing your body closer to hers, “you are the only family I have left. I don’t know where to go without you,” your voice trembles, your throat is as dry as the deserts you’ve heard Armin talk so much about. The tips of your fingers gently twirl a loose strand of hair that falls on her face.

Hanji turns her face at a precise 90 degree angle to look at Levi, a stoic expression on his face though his eyes tell you everything you need to know about his feelings. A tear runs down Hanji’s face, but only one as she won’t allow herself to fully break down until you are out of sight, “Will you take care of her for me?” He doesn’t respond with words, the only thing he does is nod his head in agreement.

Her eyes make their way back to you as she uses both of her hands to carefully cup your face, lips meeting yours with a desperation you had never seen before, almost as if she is trying to engrave you on her own body. Her tongue glides with yours for a couple of seconds and you feel the butterflies rising in your stomach as if it were the first time you have kissed her.

The moment couldn’t have been longer than a few seconds but it felt like forever and a day, your body nearly melting in contact with her touch. For a split moment, you forgot about the rumbling, about Eren, about the sacrifice she was about to make, nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but this very moment the two of you share.

Everything feels ok for a little while, the warmth of her brown eyes reminds you of the many cups of tea you have shared in the barricades, the softness of her touch bringing up memories of times you’ve met under the apple tree in the courtyard, and the gentleness on her lips stirring butterflies in your stomach, much like the very first time you’d seen her.

However it does not last long. You are brought back to reality by the sound of her ODM gear going off, the hook gripping onto the wall and the cold feeling her lips leave behind. Hanji doesn’t give you enough time to stop her, she simply pulls away before you could even react.

She doesn’t say anything. In the years that passed since she became commander, Hanji had been preparing you for the inevitable moment when she passes away, when her turn to make a sacrifice to save your life would come. In that time, you let your guard down, you had convinced yourself something like that would never happen, not to the both of you.

Your eyes are fixated on her every move, every swing of her blade, every flicker of her cape, and there is nothing you can do. Frozen in place, you watch in horror as she manages to take down a few of the colossal titans on their path of destruction. It wasn’t enough. The engineers still need more time.

Trembling hands struggle to find a way onto your blades as a thought goes through your brain, “How can I help her?” By the time you manage to look back up, you catch a glance of a scene that could only be described as your worst nightmare: your beloved’s body, the person you’ve loved most for the past few years, catching on fire as a result of the bodily heat of the colossal titans.

Your heart sinks in your stomach and all you can do is scream. Your feet begin to move as you make up your mind to run and assist them but a pair of strong hands get a hold of your waist before you have time to move forward.

“Reiner, let me go,” you demand, in vain. No matter just how much you kick, or scream, or scratch him, his grip will not loosen and a sense of utter despair fills you. Your throat burns and your vision is blurred out by all the tears, your hands are shaking and there is nothing more you can do.

The last drop was the moment you caught a glimpse of her lifeless, burned to a crisp body falling from the sky like a meteor ready to destroy your life. You had no more fight left in you, no more strength remaining to try and free yourself from Reiner’s arms.

Something inside of your brain begins to slip away, was it your sanity? Or something more personal, like your spirit? No, this was a feeling you had encountered time and time again, expedition after expedition, titan kill after titan kill, hopelessness. Except this time, the feeling was a thousand times worse.

Without her, how would you be able to find Eren and stop the rumbling once and for all? Not only that, but for the first time, probably ever, you questioned her judgment, after all, how could Armin be commander? The boy who was chosen over Erwin, part of the reason why you found yourself in this situation in the first place.

No, there was no use in pointing fingers at each other. If in a situation like this, where life and death walked hand in hand, she chose him, then you would trust her judgment, even if you didn’t agree with it, even if you believed it to be the wrong choice.

Your eyelids grow heavier the closer you get to the plane, the tears have yet to stop running down your face and a full body spread of goosebumps has taken hold of your skin. You manage to take a deep breath before allowing your exhausted body to slip into unconsciousness and, for the last time, you hear her voice.

“I love you.”

The pounding sensation in your head is nearly too much to bear. You squint through closed eyes, slowly using whatever little strength you have left to raise your arm, shielding your face from the far too close sun rays. The atmosphere surrounding the area is so heavy you could cut it with a knife, but a determined Armin breaks free from the awkwardness. “Listen up,” he says, the confidence is his voice masking his true emotions, “Let’s go over the plan.”

Their voices are now a bit louder, the slight turbulence you come across every so often causes the plane to shake and every last bit of metal to scrape against one another. You can hear the sound of a pencil scribbling on the metal floor, but whether it is writing or drawing, you are unable to realize.

As the conversation goes by, your ears begin to ring and your mind can’t help but wonder how long it has been. You take your hand up to your chest, clutching tightly to the fabric that covers the area above your heart, it feels empty, like it has been broken in two and the pieces have been flung out into space.

Has it been seconds? Has it been days? No, while it feels like an eternity has passed, deep down you know that it has only been somewhere between fifteen to thirty minutes. Tears begin to pool up in your eyes once more, that emptiness eating away at your stomach while you choke down a desolate sob. You don’t want to draw attention towards yourself but yet somehow, you find yourself as the center of everyone’s concern.

For a while, no one dares to move, speak or even breathe. You can’t be bothered by their reactions or lack thereof, the pressure on your chest desperately needs to be released. The tears won’t stop flowing, air fails to enter your lungs as heavy hiccups erupt from deep within your soul. The void you feel could only be compared to a bottomless abyss, not knowing when it will end.

Once you have no more tears left, you try your best to use your arms to sit up, cursing yourself for being so weak in the face of such immediate danger. Footsteps approach you and a helping hand finds a comfortable spot on your lower back, gently assisting you in your attempt to sit. You don’t need to see the person’s face to know exactly who it is.

“Mikasa,” you say, not quite sure if it is a question or if anything else is going to follow.

“How are you feeling?” She asks, her voice is raspy and gentle, like she has been doing some crying of her own. You can’t help but smirk, not out of happiness, but because you know they all already have an idea of what your answer is going to be.

“It feels like my heart has just been ripped out of my chest and I had to watch as it burned,” you say and they all immediately understand that you are referring to the condition you were forced to leave Hanji’s body in. It is a stupid question but, for some reason, it does make the aching a tad bit more tolerable.

“Your hand is bleeding,” Armin points out in a serene voice as he walks towards you, his footsteps seem lighter than a feather in an attempt to not spook you away, as if you were a wild, injured little animal, “How did that happen?”

“I cut it,” You respond, dryly. Your lower lip quivers as you open your palm, revealing the smallest piece of green fabric. It is clear from the patter and the design that it came from one of the cloaks owned by the Survey Corps, no extra words are needed for all present to understand that it belonged to their fallen Commander. Though no one desires to talk about it, Reiner decides to take the fall.

“I may not have been so gentle when we were boarding the flying boat,” he says, using his left hand to scratch the back of his neck while the right one holds onto the rail above his head, “I’m sorry, y/n. I should have been more careful.”

You know what he is trying to do. It is clearly a lie and there is no denying any of it, but you appreciate his efforts to remove the attention from the sore subject. You purse your lips in what could be considered a small smile while quietly nodding your head.

“Would you mind if I took a look at it?” Armin asks, kneeling beside you while reaching his hand underneath your own. Perhaps he was right to treat you like a spooked animal, seeing as your immediate reaction was to move your hand far away from him, clinging onto the fabric for dear life as you push your body towards the back of the ship until you collide with the metal wall. “Please.” He begs.

“No,” you cower away, “This is the last part of me to have ever touched her. It doesn’t hurt, in fact, I can barely feel anything anymore.”

Once more he asks, “Please,” and you realize he isn't going to let the subject go. So before too much of your blood has a chance to soak the bit of cloth, you switch it towards your other hand, extending your injured arm until it touches the top of his thighs.

You whimper as a stream of clean water comes in contact with your open skin, dirt debris being washed away by the contents as best as possible. Your eyes never leave his face, the now 15th Commander of the Survey Corps taking care of you, your heart gets heavier the more you think of him in such a manner. His shoulders are slumped forward, as if there is a “not so fictional” weight on them. It doesn’t take long before he is finished bandaging you up.

“I am fully aware it is not the same but,” a masculine voice comes from the front half of the ship, “you still have us.”

Your eyes now meet Levi, whose crossed arms and stern face somehow brings you the slightest amount of comfort. With a helping hand from Connie, you make your way towards him, gently placing yourself between Pieck and the black-haired man, who ever so gently places a comforting hand behind your back. It is rare for him to demonstrate any sort of affection, so by the way his fingers feel against your clothes, you can nearly feel his own grief. Another lump forms in your throat, but you swallowed it this time.

“We’ll make sure that Hanji’s death wasn’t in vain,” Mikasa swears, false determination taking over her words, “We’ll return Eren into his old self, I know he is still in there somewhere, just waiting for us.”

Any sort of emotion gets drained from your face as you stare deep into her eyes, gray orbs looking deeply at you in hopes of any approval of her message. You raise your chin as you cross your legs, bringing your body forward, closer to her. You don’t want to be mean, nor do you want to make her feel like her attempt at comforting you fell into deaf ears, but all present right now know that what she has said is bullshit.

“Mikasa,” your voice is stern, “do you remember what Annie asked you once in the forest and then again after we attempted to communicate with Floch?” She doesn’t respond but, by the expression on her face, you realize that she knows exactly what you are talking about. With no indication that she plans on acknowledging the subject, you continue, “She asked you if you would ever be able to kill Eren.”

She looks away, gripping her knees tightly. “That won’t be necessary!” Armin says, the nervousness in his voice is palpable as he desperately tries to change the subject while still hoping to provide you with the comfort he knows you need at this moment.

You sigh before continuing, “I know you want to bring him back. I may know that better than anyone else at the moment. But I need you to listen closely as I tell you this,” Your voice is louder than the engines, the tears begin pooling in your eyes once more, you bring the small piece of Hanji’s cloak towards your chest, a determined expression on your face, “There is no bringing him back at this point. He has gone too far. Even if you did bring him back, the remaining world population would kill him with their bare hands.”

“Why are you saying all of this?” Someone asks, though your mind has become nothing but fog so you can’t quite tell whose voice it is at the moment. You take a deep breath, allowing the cold air to fill your burning lungs.

“Because no matter what you all say,” any emotion is drained from your voice, “my final mission is to kill Eren Yeager.”

“If I could do it all again

I know I'd go back to you”

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goldessia · 3 months

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⋆⋆⋆ ┊ heavens blessing, levi ackerman . . .

warnings: rivals to lovers, bickering/arguments, sad love confession, close-death experience, levi is kind of mean in the beginning

type: flangst ( my fav <3 )

a/n: i made this at like, 3am, so please excuse how horrible it is :’)

MY life was one thing—a fight to the top. a fight to power.

levi ackerman ranked just above me in our cadet training. that second place title killed me.

i used to hate when people compared us. when they said, “she’s only second to levi.” if anything, i loathed it. i should be on top, i should be the captain—but of course, when the time came around, he had two more titan kills than me. now, we are tied.

levi never failed to make it known that he was ranked higher. if anything, he found it amusing that it was he who qualified and not me. and boy, did he abuse his power.

now, levi was walking past us, handing out shift assignments.

“eren, border control.” he moves on, “armin, go meet hanji for the security meeting.” and finally, he stops at me. instead of reading off his clipboard like he did for the others, he places it behind him, and stares straight at me.

“last and very least..” he slants his head, “y/n. stable duty.”

anger envelopes me. “what? you can’t do that! i’m the best soldier here, i’d be much more use out there!”

he clicks his tongue. “ooh, that’s where you’re wrong.” he leans closer, “you’re second-best. remember?”

i grumble. “just because you ranked above me—by, might i remind you, two kills—doesn’t mean you can just push me around. i’m still the best solider here, ranking or not.

“and i have a feeling you’re just putting me on stable duty so i don’t have a chance to pass you in kills.” i spit.

he takes a deep breath, and leans toward me. his eyes are almost frightening—cold, icey and direct. i want to shrink under his stare, his posture, his very aura.

“you’re right.” he says, “i do rank above you. and you know what that means?” his eyes narrow. “that means i can do whatever the fuck i want with you.”

i open my mouth to speak, but he doesn’t give me the chance.

“do you want another week of stable duty? because i can do that. talk back to me again, and you’ll face the consequences.”

my jaw clenches in anger. my eyes glare into his, but both him and i can tell i’m losing this battle.

“you got it?” he says. when i don’t respond, he repeats himself. “do you understand, soldier?”

i murmur a “yes, captain.”

“louder.”

“yes,” i inhale, before spitting out the word—“captain.”

“say it nicer.”

something inside me snaps, “no. you know what?” i push him back, “i’m done. give me stable duty, at-least it will keep me away from you, and your sadistic, weirdo self.”

with that, i storm away. a little childish, i agree, but i knew if i stayed any longer i’d argue with levi until the sun set. at-least i get a break, today.

behind me, i hear a few of the new soldiers defending me. they say things like, “don’t you think that was a bit far, levi?” or, “i kind of agree, her skills would be useful out there..” but they were instantly shut down by levi.

— - mid-night . . approx. six hours later.

i felt disgusting. after hours of working in the stables, a long, hot shower was just the thing i needed. i wrung the water out of my hair, and since it was around eleven pm i knew everyone would be asleep. so, i threw on my pyjama’s, and stepped out of the shower corridors.

i wanted to murder levi, consequences be damned. he never failed to make an absolute fool out of me. one day, i swore i’d get him back.

as i turned the corner, my heart stopper in my chest when i saw a figure in-front of me, but it was too late—i had already collided with them.

“huh—! watch it—“ levi cuts himself off when he realises it’s me. “oh. what are you doing here?”

“uh, crazy concept, but i also live here.” i spit. his eyes narrow, before travelling over me, head to toe and back to my face.

“lights out was an hour ago. you shouldn’t be out here.”

“that’s why i was trying to get back to my room, before you rudely got in my way.” i say. he blinks. “so.. move.”

the corner of his lip snags up. “say please.”

i scoff. “you’re such a prick,” i spit, pushing past him. before i can keep walking, he roughly grabs my arm, stopping me.

“remember who’s in control here, y/n.” he says coldly, “or, did you forget all of your training?” he tuts, “you have to be dismissed before you can walk away from your superiors.”

“eat shit, ackerman.”

“that’s captain levi to you.”

i rip my arm from his grasp. “you’re too cocky for your own good.” i turn to face him, “from now on, ranking or not, you need to learn to respect me. i can just as easily surpass you.

“you’ll need to get used to calling me captain l/n. just a matter of time, if you keep up with abusing your power just to mess with me.”

“tough chance.” he says with a slight chuckle, “goodnight, y/n.”

“off yourself.”

with that, i spin on my heel and stalk away from him.

— - the next day . . dawn

i was ready for another day of stable duty. if anything, i was kind of happy to spend another peaceful day with the horses. i was prepared for it.

“yeah, about that.” levi says. this time, he isn’t looking at me, but at the ground. “erwin..” he grits, “insisted you come on the mission today. said that.. your skills would be useful.”

my brows raise. a small smile finds my lips. “what was that? sorry, i couldn’t hear you. something about.. how i’m skilled?”

“i’m not repeating myself.” he snarls, “get your gear, and meet us by the gate. don’t be late.”

he stalls away like an angry child who didn’t get his favourite toy. i chuckle, and walk toward the supply room.

i meet the rest of them by the gate. the line consisted of a few of the rookies—eren, reiner, connie, and jean, and beside them, hanji, erwin and levi, who’s holding the reins to a horse beside him which i suspect is mine.

with a tall chest, i walk toward levi. “i believe that’s mine.”

he spares me one look, before making a tch sound with his lips, throwing the reins toward me.

hanji briefs us a look, before whispering in a not-so-subtle voice, “are you sure it’s a good idea to pair them together? i don’t think the rookies need to hear their bickering all day.”

levi’s head snaps toward them, “we don’t bicker.”

“yeah. he’s just a pain in my ass most the time, that’s all.” i say with a smirk.

he looks to me. “if anything, you’re the thorn in my side. always needing saving, always complaining-“

“uh—! name one time i’ve ever needed your saving. and i don’t complain!”

“uh, let’s see, two days ago?” he deadpans.

“that was not saving—“

“yeah. you definitely don’t bicker.” jean chuckles.

“shut up, rookie!” levi and i say simultaneously. we look to each-other, opening our mouths to speak before erwin cuts us both off.

“today, you two. are you forgetting we have responsibilities? your flirting can wait till later.” erwin says, pulling the reins so his horse turns.

my face heats up. “we’re not flirting!” we say together again.

“stop saying what i say.” levi narrows his eyes.

“you’re saying what i’m saying!”

“you were given an order.” erwin’s voice hardens. erwin wasn’t usually too hard on us, but his patience can only stretch so far before it snaps.

i look down, and mutter a, “sorry, sir.”

he nods, just once. “good. now, we have a mission to get to.”

“yes sir!”

— - approx. one hour later . .

titans were all around us, at every angle. a huge herd just appeared out of no-where while we were travelling to the next way-point, and thank god we happened to be passing through a city.

levi and i were together, like usual, and we had all split up into groups of two. and like usual.. we made it into a competition.

“i bet you two training days i’ll kill more than you.”

“hah—! you got yourself a deal.” levi says, before turning and zipping away from me.

ahead of me were two ten-meter titans—easy money. i press the blade, zipping toward them, manoeuvring away from their hands and slicing my blade across his nape. it falls to the ground with a loud thud, and i lock my line to the second ones nape.

THUD.

. . . five titans later, i had gotten a bit carried away. i didn’t realize i was using so much gas, and that my blades were on their last pair.

shit, shit, shit! is all i can think as i race faster away from the five-meter titan right on my tail. i was dead, so dead. i had run out of gas, and i realised before i could think i had reached a dead-end. my leg is slashed from when i fell, and my run is looking more like a desperate limp.

the titan was closing in on me. i turned, scanning the area for something i could do, but that was it. i was cornered. there was no running.

the titan crouches in-front of me, and for the first time in my life i was truly, rawly scared. the titans never scared me when i was a kid, or a cadet, but now..

the titan’s mouth was curled into a horrifying smile. it’s eyes were bulging, hands and chin covered in blood from a previous city’s massacre.

this was it. as i was lifted off the ground, i accepted my fate. my eyes moved toward the sun. i didn’t want the last thing i’d look at to be it’s face.

huh. i never noticed how warm the sun was. i guess i should’ve appreciated nature a bit more. i would have, if i knew this was the day i was going to die.

it’s mouth opened. i could smell it’s foul breath, smelling of human flesh.

i guess you win, levi. just this once.

SHING!

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HER!”

SLASH.

i fell to the ground. my back slammed against the pavement, and i cried out in pain. my head was fuzzy, mostly from the fall.

i hear the wind in my ear as i am picked up, and the sound of metal whipping as i’m brought to the roof.

my vision focuses when i am placed down on a roof. oh. it’s levi. he is speaking, but i can’t really hear him that well.

“damnit, damnit!”

his hands are on my face. his eyes are scanning me for injuries. why is he doing that? why does he care..

“fuck, please be okay, REINER, OVER HERE!”

“SAY SOMETHING!”

oh. now i can hear him.

i wince, my eyes fluttering as they focused on levi’s face. no, that can’t be levi.. why is he crying? levi wouldn’t cry.

“what happened?” i register it to be reiner’s voice, and i turn to him. i push myself up, crying out from the pain in my back, my head. i touch my hand to the back of my head, looking at the blood on my fingers.

“it’s alright, it’s nothing, i’m fine—!”

two arms are wrapped around me. clutching me tight. daring to never let go.

levi.. is hugging me.

“god damnit.. you idiot! what were you thinking?!”

“you’re.. hugging me.” i mean to say in my head, but i say out-loud by accident.

he pulls away, grasping my face in his hands. his hands are shaking. “don’t you ever do that again. you hear me?! i’ll give you damn stable duties everyday if you don’t smarten up!”

“i- you— i can’t promise i won’t—“

“nearly killing yourself over a stupid bet, really?! i can’t believe you—“

“levi.”

“out of all the stupid, idiotic, irrational things you’ve done—“

“levi—“

“seriously! if i didn’t get here when i did, you’d have been dead, and over what? an unsettled—“

“LEVI!”

“what?!”

i pant, placing a hand on his shoulder. “stop. fucking. talking.”

he stares at me for a second. then, a smile cracks on his lips. then a laugh. “i love you so fucking much.”

copr. goldessia. do not steal, plagiarize, translate, share on other platforms without credit/permission.

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi aot #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #aot one shot #aot image #fluff

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wonuvs · 5 months

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HELLOOOO!!! how are you doing?? i hope amazing!! idk why but lately I'm really dying over this certain trope, like the one where both the mc and love interest truly belong to each other?? I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO EXPLAIN IT but basically they love each other so strongly and deeply that it consumes their whole being??

YEAH JUST WANTED TO SHARE THAT BC THIS TROPE IS SICK

but other than that, hows been life treating you lately? i hope well! <3

🐡

read this and immediately pictured hanji. he's just so so full of love—so much to give, and so much to recieve. and tbh, i don't really see many stays talk about it.

i just know that when he finds his person to love, someone to proudly call his, every thought he has in his head is revolved around them—around the way they smile, and talk, and smell, and eat, and shower him with love when he goes back home to them, how safe and cherished they make him feel with just a glance, how perfectly their hands and hearts fit together, how soft their neck and lips are for him to claim, how tightly and desperately they cling to eachother as they make love... just, everything about them.

and it's not the kind of love where they constantly need to stay in the other's presence to feel complete. it's the kind of love where personal space and boundaries are respected, where they both know alone time is necessary even if they both are at home at the same time, because they know they always have each other to rely on.

i saw a few days ago a video of a guy telling his girlfriend that he thinks that during the course of their lives, he'll fall in love with her as many times as there are stars in the sky—and if you don't think this is something hanji would say to his partner, then see the door.

not many people have the blessing of truly being loved by someone with their whole soul, but i hope he gets to experience this type of love at least once in his life, if not forever.

#🐡 anon #skz #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids imagines #skz han #stray kids han #han jisung #han jisung imagines #jisung imagines #kpop imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #jisung fluff #han jisung fluff

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cinematicsoph · 8 months

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case 143 • han jisung smau masterlist

genre: social media au (possible written parts), idol!skz x stylist!reader, friends to lovers, hanji pov (unless specified otherwise), slow burn

warnings: han & reader being oblivious, swearing, terrible jokes, twitter humor, mature ish themes, probably will add more as i figure more out, written in english but it's safe to assume their talking in korean

summary: Han Jisung is an oblivious, but adorable, idiot. But his wardrobe stylist isn't much better. They're the only two who seem completely unaware of their feelings for the other. The group bands (hehe) together to get them together in a mission they like to call "Case 143".

status: ongoing (currently not on wattpad)

taglist: open

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profiles - the kids + babysitter

chapter one - new era

chapter two - han jisung simp era

chapter three - who are you with??

chapter four - personal tour guide

chapter five - we need to slay

chapter six -

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Disclaimer: These characters do not represent the in real life people they are portraying and these stories are strictly fictional!

a/n: MY FIRST SMAU AND SKZ FIC ?! please bear with me as i slowly figure out how to do this. this is honestly going to be a trial run so i wouldn't be surprised if it ends up being a complete train wreck. let's hope at least a few of you enjoy it <3

#stray kids #han jisung #social media au #skz jisung #jisung x reader #han jisung fanfic #jisung smau #skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz smau #cinematicsoph

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ourmondobongo · 1 year

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(Re)reading Telework Yotabanashi with Levihan ship goggles down is... impossible lol

Just a reminder that the name "Ackerman" meanings:

Aka, in other words, also someone who cultivates the lands.

Meanwhile "Zoë", as we know:

"Hanji" studies old civilizations/archeology!! Also - literal LIFE!!

And when we have lives being cultivated together:

Bonus: we also have Serious!Hanji <3

And, ofc, the one who can read "Levi":

#levihan #telework yotabanashi #NO ONE CAN TELL ME THIS ISN'T PURPOSEFULLY LH INSPIRED MATERIAL #I mean #ARE YOU KIDDING ME? LOL #excuse me as I make ship propaganda lmao #but seeing LH dynamics being portrayed so nicely in shoujo manga is hitting all the right buttons in my life #Thank you Universe #<3

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starstruckkittensweets · 1 year

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“Letters to My Love” | Hanji x Reader

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Hanji x Reader Words: 4k

A/N: This is a self-indulgent, completely unfiltered, messy little fic that deals with my love for Hanji. Ever since I started reading AoT back in 2015, I’ve had a soft spot for Hanji. My little ray of sunshine, one of my first comfort characters, the one character I could actually see myself becoming friends with in real life. Seeing her death finally animated (beautifully) brought a lot of feelings forward. She was brave and gorgeous and kind and absolutely amazing. It actually feels like I’m saying farewell to a close friend of mine. And so this messy fic was born, mostly unedited but with a lot of my personal feelings channeled into the reader’s POV. You can read this as either a platonic or romantic relationship, whatever floats your boat. I hope you enjoy the fic!

Warnings: lots of angst, major character death, implied reader death, some blood and violence, struggling to cope with grief, post-war/post-snk 139 world, Hanji is referred to as female with she/her pronouns

THIS FIC CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR AOT S4 PART 3 (AND THE UPCOMING PART 4) AND SNK 139! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT ALL CAUGHT UP, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

It’s all so stupid. A stupid idea, a stupid reason behind it, a stupid man telling you about it in the first place. Why even bother with this in the first place? It’s not like it’ll help you in the long run.

But Falco’s still staring up at you with those big eyes, the slightest quiver of his lip, arms stretched out towards your own.

“Please?” His voice is unnaturally soft; it might be the lighting, but you can almost see a tear in those huge eyes. “At least try it, won’t you? I promise, you’ll feel better. Just like Dad says.”

You don’t have the heart to tell the kid his father’s full of shit, just like everyone else in this horrible world. Nothing’s left for you to enjoy, nothing you can cling to during the tough times. Those days are gone, the memories of bliss vanishing with every passing day.

But he looks so sad, so fucking hopeful, as though he still believes you can do it. You can lift this crushing weight off your chest with just a pen, some paper, and a few words every day.

“…Fine.” He practically shoves the dusty old notebook into your chest with a smile. “I’ll give it a shot.”

You’ll try, but you already know it’s a waste of time.

I’m not good at this. Writing’s never been my strong suit—not when it comes to other people. But you already know knew that, didn’t you?

Mr. Grice gave me the idea. Says writing everything down is a lot better than saying it out loud sometimes. Falco said the same thing; he still writes to his brother every other week.

I don’t understand why. It’s not like I’ll ever send them, they’re just gonna sit in my desk collecting dust. But I told Falco I’d try for him. He’s a sweet kid, I can see why you like liked him. Sorry, it’s a habit.

I don’t know what else to say. I guess I’ll try again tomorrow.

It’s me again. Onyankopon came to visit again. He checks up on me at least once every week. Same day, same time. It’s like he doesn’t trust me. Maybe he’s just looking out for me. That’s what Levi says.

Things are slowly going back to normal. He says it’s been almost five months since you left the battle. It’ll be spring soon. This winter hasn’t been too bad though. I miss the snow a little bit. Maybe one day we can go further north to see some next year. I know Gabi and Falco would enjoy it.

I can’t think of anything else to write down. I’m sure I’ll be back soon though.

Mundane topics. What you ate today. Who you saw at the market. The stories Gabi and Falco would make up whenever they were bored.

It’s all so stupid, but you write it down anyway. Stuff she’d like, stuff she wouldn’t like. Not her name, never her name. You can’t bear to say it out loud, not even spell out the letters without bursting into a fit of sobs. What’s the point, anyway? Not like she’s here to answer her own name anymore.

Still, you keep writing. Every day, at least something goes down in that little brown notebook. You’re the only one who reads it. Mr. Grice refuses to, says it’s for your eyes only. Falco sometimes shares what he’s written to his brother, but only when the two of you are alone. He has a little brown book of his own, same shape and size too. Always keeps it in the first drawer of his nightstand, same place you keep yours.

The days crawl by. Every breath hurts less and less. Slowly but surely, you wonder if you’re actually getting better.

I thought of you today. The kids wanted to stop in a bookstore during our shopping trip so I let them. They can be so eager and hyper when they want to be. (Why can’t they be like that when it comes to their chores?)

They both went for the bookshelf in the far corner. Books about the world; about weapons, inventions, plants, animals, experiments, I couldn’t keep track of how many there were. And the kids just sat there for hours, leafing through book after book. I ended up leaving just to drop off the groceries at home before heading back to pick them up. And when I got there they were still poring over those dusty, wrinkled pages.

You would like the bookstore. It’s on the smaller side but it doesn’t feel crowded. It’s got a few benches for people to sit and read for a bit, and there’s a café right next door too. But when I told Levi about it he got a little snippy; I think he’s jealous, his tea shop will always be superior.

He’s doing okay, I know you’re probably worried about him. His leg still gives him trouble but he’s getting better every day. He gave me a job after the shop opened a few weeks ago. Right now I’m just cleaning off tables and fixing up pastries in the back. Gabi handles inventory with Levi (she’s actually pretty good at it) and Falco takes care of the customers up front. He has the best attitude out of all of us, I think. The job is a bit boring sometimes but it beats killing Titans, using ODM gear, being a soldier

Never mind. I’ll write more later, I have to go for now. I’ll be back.

It’s really warm today. I keep thinking about that summer we spent in Krolva, in 848. You kept hunting for strange plants and flowers in the forest and had me and Moblit chasing after you all day! But you didn’t stop, not even when Levi threatened to knock you out and haul you back to base.

Sometimes I can still see Erwin’s smile, hear Mike and Nanaba’s laughter, feel the light summer breeze against my face.

I can still remember the way you said my name. I miss hearing the sound of your voice.

For the first time in a long while, you wake up with a smile on your face.

Your cheeks are stained with tears, still. You haven’t gone to sleep silently once in the past six months or so. Always stuffing your face into the pillow, muffling your sobs, praying neither Levi nor the kids hear you being so pathetic.

Your head is pounding, throat tight but chest feeling lighter than ever. You have to write it down, you don’t wanna forget, don’t forget—

The notebook is resting on your dresser. Your hands still shake when you reach for it, almost clatters to the floor when you try to pick it up. The pen leaps from your trembling fingers. The first words you write are barely legible, but you don’t stop writing for anything.

I had a dream about you last night. I can’t remember everything but I know you were in it and you were still alive smiling.

Still had both eyes, silly girl.

None of our comrades were there; no Levi, Moblit, or Mike. Just me and you, sitting on the rooftop of the old Survey Corps base, watching the stars twinkle above us. Your arm was so warm against my shoulders. Your messy hair tickling my cheek. You were laughing about something, I can’t remember what. But you looked so happy, so carefree and joyful. You haven’t looked that relaxed in years.

You whispered something in my ear, and my throat exploded with laughter. You held me close, lips brushing my cheek, eyes shining in the glowing moonlight.

You were happy, so I was happy.

But then I woke up, you were gone, and I was cold again.

Summer’s almost halfway over. The tea shop has been busier, Levi seems to enjoy the success. He’s still not very sociable but he’s learning to be more pleasant with the customers. They’ll keep coming back if he’s not rude to them all the time.

The town is expanding. Onyankopon thinks one of the nearby cities will start offering jobs, either railroad work or seamstress positions. A lot of factory jobs will start coming back too, and they’ll pay well. He says I could apply, just to keep my hands busy. Says it’s good to get out of the country once in a while.

Still undecided, I’d be going alone. Levi refuses, he hates the idea of city living, and he has the tea shop to worry about. The kids would stay with them; Gabi doesn’t like the smell of smoke, and Falco wouldn’t go anywhere without her. I can go, I don’t have anything tying me down.

What do you think I should do?

Four weeks left. It’s getting harder and harder to keep writing. I thought it would get easier, like Falco said. But I still feel that horrible pit deep in my chest. A weight that’s making it harder to breathe every day.

I don’t know what to do. I’m a burden. I can’t do anything on my own anymore. It’s always Levi or Onyankopon who’s there to hold my hand. Always Gabi and Falco to bring me back, remind me I have to keep living, to keep my head out of the clouds. But sometimes I wish I could run away. Leave it all behind. Maybe that city idea doesn’t seem so bad.

I wish you were here with me.

August 22nd. Two weeks to go.

Levi’s been quieter nowadays. Onyankopon isn’t as eager when he’s talking about the recovering towns and cities. Even the kids are more solemn than usual.

Still hoping this is all a bad dream. That I’ll wake up and you’ll be at my side, smiling and laughing like you do. Not a single care in the world.

The calendar is torn to shreds, left on the kitchen table for everyone to see. Gabi is utterly silent, a far cry from her usual loudmouthed self. Falco is quick to pull her aside as you storm past them, down the hall and into your room, slamming the door with a thud.

Burying your face in your hands. Chest wracked with sobs. Throat burning as her name rips itself from your mouth.

Hanji.

Stop it.

Your back hits the wall, knees buckling beneath your weight. Nails tear at the roots of your hair, scraping down your cheeks, eyes growing warm even though you keep them shut.

Hanji.

Another scream, you throw yourself against the wall. Your shoulder collides with the bookcase, but the pain doesn’t help. Nothing helps you anymore, not even writing in that shitty little book—

Someone’s calling your name on the other side of the door. Tiny fists pound on the wood; the knob twists and turns in vain. You made sure to lock it after coming in here.

Stop it. Can’t they see you want to be left alone?

Alone. You’re all alone now. You have no one left.

No parents, no children, no comrades…

And no other half.

Hanji.

“Stop it!” But you can still hear her name, swirling around in your head, a chorus of a thousand voices.

Hanji, Hanji, Hanji.

“Leave me alone!”

Something shatters against the wall. Your palm stings with something fierce, a shadow of red seeping from the skin.

The book, the book, where is it? Where did you put it?

There it is—right on your bed where you left it last. You’re scrambling over broken glass to grab at it, bloody fingers clutching the pen stuck between the pages. The tears are hot against your cheeks. Hurt like nothing else, not even the pain in your chest.

And they just keep on coming as you keep on writing.

Why did you leave me? Why did you have to go? Why did you have to kill kill yourself like that?

We could’ve handled it. Without your help. Maybe if you’d let us you’d still be alive with me. If you’d just trusted me—why didn’t you trust me? I trusted you, why didn’t you return the favor?

It’s your fault I’m like this now. I was fine before but then you fucked it all up.

Did you think you were some kind of hero? You’re not. Going out in a blaze of glory? Selfish asshole.

You’re not. You never were. You left me and now I’m alone and I hate

I hate you.

I hate you I hate you I hate you didn’t have to leave me but you did and now I hate you I can’t believe I love loved you how could I ever love someone so selfish fuck you so selfish

I HATE YOU

YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO DIE WHY AREN’T YOU HERE WITH ME ANYMORE WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU LEAVE TO MAKE YOU GO WHY WHY WHY

I STILL HATE YOU

Levi finds you hours later. Sitting on the floor at the foot of your bed, hands trembling against your knees. The book is lying halfway across the room. Must’ve thrown it earlier.

He heaves a sigh, dragging his hand across his scarred face. And despite the ache in his leg he still kneels down to your level, taking a seat beside you against the bed. Wrapping up your hands in one of the spare shirts you tore from the dresser just minutes before.

“Brats were worried,” he finally says, and he sounds so fucking tired. There’s an inkling of guilt blooming in your chest. Such a burden to him, as always. “Said you’d run off and started crying.”

“…So?”

He rolls his eyes, focusing on your bloodied hands. They’re dry now, and he makes a sound of disgust in the back of his throat.

Eventually he pulls you on your feet, leads you to the washroom and runs your hands under the warm water. He wraps up your hands in some clean bandages; over his shoulder you can see two sets of eyes staring at you from down the hall. One brown, one hazel.

“Quit beating yourself up like this. That’s not what she died for, brat. And don’t ask me,” he snaps when I open my mouth, “what she died for. Because you and I both know the answer to that. …So don’t make me say it.”

You’re still blubbering like a child, fat tears rolling down your cheeks, splashing onto the clean bandages around your hands. Levi sighs again before pulling you in close, one arm looped around your shoulders. His chest is warm, heart strong against your palm.

But it’s nothing compared to hers—and the thought makes you cry even harder.

“I get it.” His lips are warm against your forehead, hand cupping around the back of your head. “I miss her, too.”

You’re not sure when he makes you leave the washroom. But once he does he brings you down to the kitchen, giving Gabi and Falco each a pat on their heads. You give them a smile, tears still fresh in your eyes, before gathering the torn pieces of the calendar in your bruised hands.

Maybe you can fix this. It’s the fifth of September, after all. Not a day you want to forget just yet.

I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it, I swear on my life. I wanna rip those pages out but I’ll lose the other letters and I don’t want to lose them like I lost you.

I don’t hate you. You’re not selfish, you never were. I know you did the best you could as Commander of the Survey Corps, with the incredible weight on your shoulders. Your main priority was always keeping us safe and giving us hope.

I know why you left that day. But I wish you hadn’t left me behind. I could’ve gone with you, helped you out that day. We could still be together dead or alive.

I love you. I wish I could’ve said it when you were still alive with me. I wish I could say it to your face instead of writing it down in a dusty old notebook.

I love you. I miss you. I wish I could see your smile one last time. Hear your voice again. See the beautiful shine in your eyes.

Because I love you, and I always have. Maybe someday I’ll see you again and tell you face-to-face. Maybe by then I won’t be such a coward.

Hope you enjoy your birthday up there.

Every day brings something new. Smells, tastes, sounds, even the wind outside is different every day. People passing each other hour after hour, car horns filling your ears, the sting of smoke deep in your lungs; it’s easy to get lost in the atmosphere.

You take it in stride. Onyankopon is standing there, holding out his hand, ready to guide you deeper into the city. He’s offered to carry your suitcase but you insisted you do it yourself; too many memories are stuffed in between the clothes inside.

You suck in a breath and take his hand. A little awkward, with a suitcase in your other hand, and the old tattered notebook resting in the crook of your elbow. But the damn thing has already wormed its way into your heart, no way are you leaving it behind now.

A tight swallow, a soft smile from Onyankopon, as you let him lead you towards the next chapter of your life.

City life isn’t as hard as I thought it would be. It’s busy and crowded but it keeps me looking forward. No time to dwell on the past here. Maybe that’s why Onyankopon was so adamant about me living here.

There’s a bookstore here, much larger than the one back home where Levi and the kids live. It pays well, the owner’s nice, and she lets me borrow some of her own books from her personal collection from time to time.

She wears glasses too—not as cute as yours, though.

I try to visit Levi and the kids every other weekend. Gabi and Falco come to visit once in a while but Levi always stays behind. Blames it on the bad leg but we both know the truth. Too many bad memories of Mitras has made him wary of crowded cities.

But I like it. I have my own apartment, right next door to Onyankopon’s, with a balcony and a slew of potted plants. Onyankopon says some people like to name their plants just for the fun of it. The two sitting on the windowsill are Sawney and Bean. (You’re welcome, silly girl.)

It’s hard work but I’m getting better. I don’t dread writing in this book anymore. I can think of your smile without bursting into tears. For now I’m content to sit back and enjoy city life, until whatever god watching over us decides my time is up.

I promise to write soon; have to head to work now. I’ll be back.

It’s been a year since you left me. I still want to see you again.

Onyankopon and I are heading into town for a few days to visit Levi. He says he doesn’t need help around the shop but he never complains whenever I show up at his door. Sometimes I wonder if he feels obligated to put up with me. If he thinks you’ll haunt him forever if he turns me away. That sounds like something you would do, silly girl.

I had another dream about you last night. Right after the celebration for Shiganshina, the night before the expedition to reclaim Wall Maria. We were laughing and drinking and sharing old stories—but we weren’t alone. Erwin and Levi were there. So was Moblit, and by some miracle, so were Mike and Nanaba.

I hope we’ll all be together again soon. I hope they’re all watching us, waiting to see what we’ll do with this new world we’ve forged for ourselves.

I know you are. You’re always watching, aren’t you?

I have to go now, or Onyankopon will head out without me. I’ll let you know how Levi and the kids are when I come home.

Miss you more every day. I hope I’ll get to see you again soon. Until then, I’ll just have to keep writing these silly little letters. I think you’d like them anyways.

See you later, Hanji.

It’s bright when you open your eyes. Too bright, a soft breeze kissing your cheeks, nose scrunching up as you shield your face with your hands. Funny, you don’t remember leaving the window open when you fell asleep. Or sleeping outside, for that matter.

You’re lying in the grass, a bed of wildflowers sprawled beneath you. There’s a forest at the edge of the valley, close enough for you to see the shadows of animals spilling across the trees. The sun is warm on your skin, so bright and beautiful, not a single cloud in the sky.

Almost too good to be true.

Is this it? Have you finally reached the end of your line? All those days with Levi, Onyankopon, and the kids, moving from town to city for work, seeing what little of the new world you could for both you and your other half…

Has your time finally run out?

“Hey, over here!”

Your blood freezes in your veins. A shadow crosses yours in the warm sunlight. A heavy cape blows in the wind, a dark green to match the forest beyond the meadow.

A pair of wings splashed against the fabric. Messy brown hair tied up haphazardly. Shiny glasses reflecting in the sun. Warm brown eyes that remind you of home.

“I was wondering when you’d get here. It’s been kinda lonely, I have to say…”

Hanji Zoe is standing right there in front of you, looking as radiant as ever. No scars or bruises to be seen, nor the black patch over her left eye. No burns or charred fabric on her body.

She looks…happy. Safe, content.

Alive.

“…Dumbass,” you finally find your voice, rushing into her outstretched arms. “You had me worried sick! Are you hurt? Can I do anything for you? I swear, I won’t let you go anywhere alone ever again! I’ll be right there by your side for as long as you—”

“Hey, hey, hey, come on now! You’re gonna make me blush with all that sweet talk!”

But you can’t stop yourself. And before you know it you’re sobbing into her chest, arms wrapped tight around her wrist, feeling the soft b-bmp of her heart against your ear.

“Love you, you know that? I love you, so please don’t leave me again…”

You’ll say it over and over, as many times as she wants to hear it. But for right now she’s silent, her arms resting around your waist and shoulders, tugging you in for a bone-crushing hug. Her messy hair is tickling your nose again, her smile could rival the sun in the sky. She shakes her head and lets out a laugh, before pressing a warm kiss to the apple of your cheek.

“I won’t ever leave you again, alright? I’m sorry about that, I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t mean to leave you like that…”

You hold her tighter, knocking her down into the wildflowers below. She lets out a real laugh this time, hair sticking out like a halo above her head, palms against your cheeks. For the first time in months—no, years—your chest feels whole again.

“I know you didn’t. It’s okay, I promise, it’s okay…”

A comforting silence washes over the two of you. It’s so warm right here, in this little meadow of your own, surrounded by a thousand wildflowers. She’s finally safe in your arms, after all these years, and you are never letting her go ever again.

“…I love you, Hanji.”

“I know,” she answers with a smile that makes your heart soar, “and I love you too.”

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I have 2 favorite authors on ao3, u & hanji is life and now knowing you’re from South Africa makes me wanna learn more about it besides things on the surface level. What are some things you love about living in South Africa?

-the American with the terrible geography

AWWWW Youre so precious.

*Head pats for you*

What I love about living in South Africa is the fact that EVERYTHING is a joke. Being bored in this country is a joke. Even when our country's politics are horrible, we've got elections in May, we've got power outages every day, there's always a case of gender based violence in the news, even when the world feels like shit, the people in my country know how to make a laugh out of it. Seeing the brighter side of it.

It's a beautiful country, with a diverse set of people and honestly I love living here. I do have a family member who's been living in the states for a long time and at one point I thought I would go but America has too many problems.

I'd rather deal with the poison I know than the one I don't<3

I love my country and my people

Thank you for the wonderful question. It made me smile ear to ear.

-Glitch1d

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jisungsbff01 · 9 months

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Get You The Moon | c.bc

...pairing...bangchan x reader

...w.c...1.7k

...genre...fluff\comfort

...warnings...(mentions of mental health | depression\burnout)

...characters...Y/N, Chan, HanJi, mentions of the rest of SKZ

...synopsis...having mental health issues are bad, especially when you don't want to burden anyone, especially your boyfriend. But he already knows something is wrong and he's there to help you through

...a/n... Knowing how I am, personally...I thought that some of you might need a little comfort especially if you' re going through a hard time. I hope you all enjoy <3 and if you ever need anyone to talk to but you want strict confidentiality or you don't feel comfortable talking to those in your life, I will be here- feel free to DM me

-published: 21.08.23-

This is a pure work of fiction

<3 The suffocating feeling of your thoughts weighed more than you could bear at this moment. The thoughts that plagued your mind were buzzing up a headache. He had always told you to come to him if you were struggling. That he would rather hear from you and hear about your struggles than hear you were struggling and he wasn't there. Every thought that was crossing your mind was like a dart that was itching to hit the bullseye to get you to snap...to break down and each time they were getting closer to pushing you over the edge and into a deep pit you didn't even dig for yourself.

With all the lights off in the shared apartment, you had with your long-term boyfriend, Chan, and everything so quiet that you could hear a pen drop from the opposite end of the complex. All of these elements hollowed out your chest, wracking a heavy sob from your body. This marked the beginning of a long night of blaming yourself for everything that has ever gone wrong in your life, even the events that you thought to be long forgotten, they all resurfaced.

You never knew what triggered these episodes of depression and anxiety so bad you thought you might have to be hospitalized. But you knew it all needed to be let out, so that is what you allowed it to do on its own. At this point, it had been eight or nine hours since Chan had heard from you and you knew that he was probably worried after you texted him that you were not feeling well. But, why bother him when he was so busy with the boys, all of them preparing for not only a comeback but a tour as well. Consciously you couldn't pull him away from things that were more important than you just having a cry, right?

Wrong.

This is when messages started to flood your phone...

First to light up the screen was Chan of course...

ChannieBaby<3: Baby, is everything okay? It's been a while since you've been active and I just want to check in on you...call me when you can. I love you.

Then from Jisung...

QuokkaJi: Y/N hyung is worried about you, is there anything you wanna talk about with me that you can't with him? Just text one of us so we know you are okay...

Then Felix, and the rest all piled onto your notification bar. You wanted to answer...you really did. But you felt paralyzed in guilt and just this empty feeling. All you wanted was to be held, for so much pressure to surround you to the extent of you having a hard time physically breathing. But you didn't want to pull any of them away from their preparations to come. They had more important engagements at the moment. That’s when you felt your phone begin vibrating and the screen lighting up with Chan's contact name. And you let it ring. Relief slightly eased your body, not wanting him to know there was anything wrong with you. Then Jisung called...and called....and called. Until you had eight missed calls from him along with more messages from the group of boys. Jisung called one more time and this time you found the will and energy to grab your phone and answer.

Y/N?

Ji?

Are you okay?! We've all been trying to get in contact with you, are you okay?!

Then you began sobbing even more guilt wracking your body. Even if you tried to hide how badly you were struggling, they all seemed to have this supernatural intuition if anything was wrong. And there was something bad, you just didn't know what it was.

No...I don't know, Ji...it hurts

What hurts, Y/N what happened? You heard the panic in his voice.

I don't know...everything. I just feel everything and nothing all at once and it all hurts, Ji.

Y/N Chan is on his way, he should be there at any moment, just stay on the phone with me until he gets there, okay?

You nod even though he wasn't able to see the gesture. He and Chan were the only two to know just how bad you could get in times like this. Jisung always knew what to say in these moments to jumpstart the beginning of you feeling a little better. He started taking your mind off of your own emotions just until Chan got there. Once he did, you broke down even more.

You mumbled to your best friend that Chan was finally there and a thank you. Limply, you rolled over to your boyfriend's side of the bed as he crouched to eye-level with you, examining your face. As he began to slide into the covers, he brought his hand to your forehead to check your temperature, noting the normality of it. His hand settled on the side of your cheek and he spoke.

"What's going in that head of yours, baby?"

Your body curled into his, seeking comfort, which he glady handed over. As if you deserved it.

"I don't know, everything all at once and it's so much where I can't breathe, I can't move, I just...I just..." your body begins to panic slightly and you begin taking low, gasping breaths, "it just hurts, baby."

You clutch at your chest and he asks you what you need from him. You just pull his arms around your frame and all but beg him to squeeze your body. And he does so…once you begin to feel the deep pressure, you bring your arms around the back of his neck and begin to shake, trying to find your breath again. All the while he whispers words of praise, love, and encouragement in your ear. At some point, your body shuts down from the exhaustion it was put through.

6:23am

As if on its own clock, your body wakes itself up. In front of you lays your beautiful boyfriend as he texts someone, still holding onto one of your hands. His eyes dart to you, seeing you slowly become aware of the world around you and he puts his phone back into the pocket of his sweatpants. The warmth from his body seeps into your cold body, a give-and-take of temperatures. Pressure against your forehead makes itself at home once he presses his lips softly against the center. Not a word is spoken, at the moment nothing needs to be said and both of you know it. You take a moment to bask in the comfort of having him here in such a simple way. That is until you feel him pulling your body closer to his side of the bed until he is standing. He guides you to your feet and begins dressing you in an outfit similar to his; dark-colored sweatpants, a loosely fitting shirt of his, and one of his hoodies.

All of this and nothing is still spoken.

The two of you made your way to the front door and he slips your shoes onto your feet and he quickly does the same to his own. You decide to break the silence once you are outside of the complex, "Chan, where are we going?"

He shyly smiles, grasping your hand in his, and replies to you, " You'll see, just be patient."

While heading to your unknown destination the pair of you finally make conversation, starting with how he and the boys are progressing. But it all comes to a sudden stop when he pulls you in front of his body, pressing your back to his chest and his arms made purchase around your waist. The two of you stare at the Han River from the bridge, the fading stars still there slightly and the moon still shining strong even with the sun peeking ever so slightly over the horizon. From behind you, he takes a deep breath, "Listen to me when I say, I need you to come to me for anything, Y/N. I know you’re used to not have a good support system for nearly anything, but I am here for you. I am here with you. No matter what you are struggling with, I am here to help with the burden of whatever it is, yeah? I want to be here with you for a very very long time and I could never bear for anything to happen to you. Come to me, hell, even Han, or one of the kids. Just come to one of us. We all love you so much, you are never too much. Whatever thoughts you had, the ones telling you that you were or are a burden or that you're distracting us. They are all wrong. And don't tell me that isn't what was happening-I know you too much for you to try to convince me otherwise. I want to come here when we are old so we can see this again. It's too beautiful not to see."

Silent tears were in your eyes, not confident you weren't going to let them fall. You turn around to face the man you were oh so in love with, hands on the side of his profile, "I'm sorry I made any of you worry, that wasn't my intention. I know you guys are all going to be busy really soon with the tour and the comeback I just didn't want to take fro-"

He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours sweetly, your breath bring stolen from your lungs.

"No matter if we are in the middle of all of that, come to me. You come first, Y/N. You are first."

You nod, finally understanding and comprehending where you lie on his list...

"I would do anything for you, Y/N. I want it all for you, I swear."

You really didn't know what to say so you just said, "I love you."

"I love you, my moonlight. Now, do you want to go get food with the boys?"

You eagerly shook your head in a 'yes' motion and he pulled you behind him to meet the rest, feeling so much better and so loved.

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forgottenfourr · 10 months

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i saw you in a dream - university smau

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chapter twenty one - so what's the plan?

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a/n: i hope you guys enjoy it! its shorter than i wanted it to be but i couldn't push myself to write any more. ALSO! HAPPY ATEEZ WATERBOMB DAY!!!!!!

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minho's pov:

much to minho and chris' surprise, everyone was at the apartment by 3, even if they had no clue why they were called there.

chris' apartment was a lot nicer than minho expected in all honesty. it was a good-sized apartment for 3 college students and surprisingly clean for 3 gym bros living there. it was cozy.

well, it was cozy. that was before the thick awkward tension set in around the group as they all arrived.

chris, being who he is, is the first to break the silence, something minho was secretly thankful for.

"so what are you think minho?" chris asks, the question directed to minho.

"wait a second," seungmin cuts minho off before he even has the chance to even attempt to reply to chris. "are you going to tell us what the hell is going on first?"

there was a unanimous agreement to seungmin's question.

"yeah i'm completely lost." felix tags onto seungmin's previous statement from the other side of the room.

it was almost comedic the way the two friend groups instinctively split the room. minho's friends huddled near him and chris' goons near him.

"well, i assume it's about yn and jeongin, seeing that min specifically asked for them not to be here." jisung points out what seems obvious to minho.

"hanji what do you know about jeongin?" changbin asks, genuinely confused how jisung even knows who jeongin is.

mingyu laughs, "you two are on a nickname basis?" he asks gesturing between changbin and jisung.

chris sighs like a disappointed father, he really is never going to be those dad allegations.

"can you guys just shut up and let minho speak?" the tone in chris' voice making the snickering and side talk in the room cease almost instantly.

"i'm assuming you all know about the dreams jeongin's been having," minho says directed towards chris' and his group.

he looks over to his own friends who seem to be putting together what minho is hinting at before he has said anything else.

"well uh, for what we know," minho says gesturing to seungmin, beomgyu, soul, and jisung, "yn has them as well."

it was eerily silent for a moment as everyone was trying to understand what minho was saying.

"i'm sorry but what exactly are you trying to hint at?" keeho asks the question that most people were thinking.

chris took the question. "minho and i aren't sure, but from what we've heard from both jeongin and yn," he takes a pause to try and explain without sounding insane.

"we think they're having the same dreams," minho chimes in. "but it's so much more than that. it's like they interact with each other in them as if they would in real life."

"do i have to mention that that is like... impossible?" hyunjin's voice is laced with suspicion.

"yeah, we know it is. trust us." seungmin's voice is almost bitter at the fact.

"wait," felix's sudden words gaining everyone's attention. "but didn't the dreams stop?"

"yeah, they did. i haven't seen yn be so upset about something in years." beomgyu finally speaks.

"same with jeongin," hyunjin adds.

"that's why we have to do something about it," chris sounds serious about it. his concern for jeongin obviously growing by the day.

"okay, so what are we going to do about it?" beomgyu asks, it was refreshing to hear him seem actually worried about the situation. or at least for yn.

"we have to get them to meet somehow-"

changbin cuts minho off, "you're telling me they don't even know who each other are?"

"i mean in real life no?" chris' once strong composure now seeming a bit embarrassed.

"wait, do we even know if what is going on with ayen and yn is even connected like, at all?" felix asks, astonished.

"kinda?" chris replies.

"kinda!?" mingyu practically yells the question.

"listen, we know it sounds crazy but it's worth a shot is it not?" minho is trying his best to get everyone on his side.

there is a pause in the room as everyone seems to agree with minho.

"plus, their situations are practically identical."

"i guess you're right,"

"so, what's the plan?"

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