#how's the fluff attack?

[pemiski]

(🚨🚨DADDY OLIVER.)

you and oliver take turns covering your daughter in kisses, blowing raspberries onto her belly until she’s all but curled into the mattress with laughter. her tiny legs kick, her laugh turns breathless, and you half-worry about your baby girl getting hiccups next. but then you lean up to press a kiss to oliver’s lips; quick, sweet, entirely deserved, and that’s apparently where the fun ends for your daughter.

she suddenly decides she can sit up after all, wobbly but determined all the same, and leans right over you both. her chubby little fingers grab at oliver’s stubble and your nose, tugging with all the outrage her baby brain can muster, like she’s doing her best to stop whatever horrific, disgusting display she just witnessed.

[leviraaaaaa]

Bad ideas

Bad idea.

The thought echoed in your mind as you watched him, your heart racing despite the voice of reason screaming for you to look away. Your mind was listing all the reasons why you can't, you shouldn't. Your heart ignored it all.

Bad, bad ideas.

look away look away look away

You couldn't.

Levi sat next to you on the sofa, blissfully unaware of the chaos in your head. He was casually holding a beer can in that strange way he did, fingers gripping the top edge of it.

Was it strange that you found it attractive? You wondered how mortified he would be if he knew.

You shook your head, trying to snap out of it. But it felt different. Tonight.

How had you even ended up here?

You remembered showing up at Levi’s door just a few hours earlier, a plastic bag filled with cheap alcohol in hand. Your original intention was to consume them yourself, to drown your sorrows alone, to escape the whirlwind of emotions left in the wake of the disastrous expedition of today. But for whatever reason, you had sought him out instead. Your mind was restless and you knew Levi's were too.

He would understand. He always did.

So when Levi opened the door with a scowl on his face, you'd blurted it out without thinking.

“Wanna drink with me?”

He had blinked, confused, eyeing the bag then looking back at you.

“...I don't think you're supposed to be drinking.” He said after a moment, tone blunt but not unkind.

You had shaken your head. “Trust me,” You replied. “I do. And I think you do too.”

And that had been that. After a pause, Levi let out a soft grunt of acknowledgment, stepping aside to let you in. “Couldn’t you find someone else?” he’d muttered, but he didn’t push you away.

Hours slipped by in a blur. One bottle turned into another, and you found yourself ranting about everything: Erwin’s decisions. The bloodshed. The guilt. You unleashed every ounce of anger, resentment and guilt you held in your heart, complaining to him about every single thing you could find to complain about. The more you went through the bottles and the more the night fell, the more drunk you became, the less it was starting to be actually connected to what you were here for and more about the silly concerns and irritations of something only a drunk person would care about.

Levi sat quietly through it all, never once interrupting but always present, always listening. That was the thing about Levi—he didn’t talk much, but when he did, his words meant something. And when he didn’t, it wasn’t because he wasn’t paying attention.

But now you were here.

Silence filled the room, thick and heavy. You’d stopped talking a while ago, and Levi hadn’t moved. The quiet was suffocating, and your thoughts—dangerous, forbidden thoughts—were growing louder by the second. A part of you knew that this was not where you should be.

But it felt so different.

The thoughts were getting louder. Strange thoughts. Thoughts about the man beside you, thoughts you'd usually fight against, now impossible to ignore as you struggled to find something, anything to occupy your mind and anything to deny the unwilling confessions your heart was now whispering to you.

You weren't sober. And being here, with Levi, while incapacitated was a very dangerous gamble you had made tonight.

Why were you here, really? You thought. Why Levi?

“Couldn’t you find someone else?” He had asked.

Couldn't you? Weren't there other options?

So, why were you really here?

How were you supposed tell him that you.. just wanted to be with him a little?

Levi wasn't one to let people in. So you took what you got. Groans, grumbles, those snappy little remarks, you'd take it all. If that just means you got to spend a few hours with him. But how could you tell him that?

It was an excuse, you knew. You could drink alone; you didn't need someone else. All of it was an excuse you made yourself to justify this irrational yearning to be with him for a little while. Because you knew he wouldn't turn you away, not when you were sad.

Friends, the remnants of rationality insisted. You and Levi were just friends. So you have been for many years. That's what you were. And that's why you wanted to be close to him. That's why you seeked him. Because it was a rough day. Because he's a good listener. That's what friends do.

Friends.

Are friends supposed to have thoughts you had right now? Friends, so why did your heart race the way it was?

You were losing the battle you’ve been fighting for years. Every inch of you was warning you. These were bad, bad ideas, and it could ruin everything. Everything you've worked for. Not many could call Levi Ackerman their friend. You could. That's enough. That should be enough.

But it was happening so fast. With every passing moment, the less sober you were becoming and you really, really shouldn't be here at all.

But how could you not?

You stared at him blankly. He wasn't looking at you, blankly staring somewhere in the distance. He looked relaxed. More relaxed than you've ever seen him. His usual sharp, steely eyes half-lidded, his dark hair falling messily over his forhead. There was a faint flush on his pale cheeks and there, just there you saw the barest glimpse of vulnerability. He looked so soft, so unlike the hardened soldier you've always seen him to be.

God, he was so pretty. Always.

Now that you thought of it, you think you'd fallen the first time you've met him. It was so easy to.

He was a grumpy little asshole, a storm of contradictions—sharp-tongued and distant, yet in his quiet moments, so deeply, unshakably kind. You yearned to touch him. If he'd let you. If he only let you.

But boundaries. You dared not.

Still, staring at him, drunk and dazed, you think you just might.

You just might.

"... Lev?" You whispered, the word slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

Levi stirred, coming back from his thoughts. He frowns, turning to glance at you. "Yeah?"

You swallow, your throat suddenly dry. Why did you call him? Why were you doing this?

"Levi." You repeated. Did he know how much you loved his name? He notices it, you can tell, the tremor in your voice, one you couldn’t hide. His gaze sharpens, though the confusion lingers.

"...what?"

He set the drink down, focusing entirely on you now, a hint hint of concern flickering in his usually blank expression.

“I’m going to do something, Levi,” you muttered quietly, your heart pounding in your chest. “And you can’t get mad, okay?”

Now or never. Now or never. Your heart chanted quietly. Before the liquid courage dies down.

Levi leaned back almost instinctively, looking down at you with narrowed gray eyes. “That depends,” he replied, “Are you going to throw up on me?”

"No," you answered, “No, Levi.”

But just as you leaned in closer, your breath catching in your throat, you see his expression change. His eyes widen, just a fraction, and you realize that he knows. He knows what you were about to do. You see the exact moment it hit him.

There’s no going back now.

You close the gap between you in one swift, desperate motion, pressing your lips against his. For a heartbeat, he’s frozen. You think you’ve ruined everything. But then, as if time itself stops, Levi responds. His lips part against yours, tentative but warm, and for a moment, you forget to breathe.

Because this? This was everything.

You had spent days wondering how they'd feel but you had never thought of this. His lips were so soft, so plush against yours. So warm, he was pouring liquid heat into your mouth and holy fuck Levi Ackerman was kissing you. His hands were on you—gripping your arms, pulling you in. He was kissing you like he had been waiting forever. Like it was everything he couldn't say and he needed you to understand. Like he couldn't breathe and you're the only source of air.

Levi Ackerman was kissing you.

Holy fuck.

The realization hit you like a tidal wave, and you jerked back, gasping for air. The world spun around you, the gravity of what just happened crashing down hard. You sat there for a heartbeat, pulse thundering in your ears, waiting for him to say something—anything. But he just stared at you, wide-eyed, his chest rising and falling like he’d sprinted through hell. Disbelief and confusion carved into his sharp features.

What had you done?

“I should go,” you muttered, the words barely audible, more to yourself than to him. “I'm so sorry, I should go.”

But just as you began to turn away, he stopped you with a single, rough whisper.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, you fucking coward.”

Then his lips were crashing back onto yours and you were gone.

There was no going back now.

[baisemains]

Elements of Desire

Chapter 10: In the Air

single mom!sevika x fem!reader

word count: 8k

contains: fluff, angst, slight mentions of past trauma, descriptions of an anxiety attack, hurt/comfort, mentions of medication

description: competition weekend has finally arrived, but the first day is already riddled with a series of uneasy experiences and unwelcome surprises.

ao3 link | spotify playlist

previous // sevika masterlist

Two months have flown by in the blink of an eye, and before you know it, it's the morning you're set to leave for the competition site. You woke up feeling well rested for once, but the nervous excitement that's been building up the last several weeks suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks. Your stomach is now churning with anticipation, butterflies and anxiety warring in the pit of your gut. Shaking your head, you remind yourself that Powder and you have done everything you can to prepare, and she’s going to do the best job she can. Thinking of the girl also brings thoughts of her mom and how the other woman is feeling.

Sevika never took you up on your offer to help her pay for the hotel and plane tickets because, unbeknownst to you, she borrowed the money from Vander instead. She'd never been one to easily accept assistance, even if it was from someone that she trusted. Her prideful tendencies have worked against her in the past, her stubbornness often leading to more headaches than it was worth. She felt that same stubborn pride in this situation, not wanting you to give her what she felt was a handout, even if she was going to pay it back. Vander didn't question it when she approached him about the situation, knowing that if Sevika was asking for help, she really needed it.

When you hear the knock on your front door, you rush to open it before your roommates can, wanting to avoid their teasing this early in the morning. Sevika stands on the other side, dressed casually with her hands in the pockets of her worn blue jeans. You can see that her hair is still damp from her shower and she looks as gorgeous as ever, tired eyes brightening the moment she catches sight of you. As she takes you in, her eyes rake over your form, gaze traveling south to the bag by your feet before it drags back up to your face accompanied by a shy smile.

"Morning."

Returning her grin tenfold, you close the distance and wrap your arms around her waist in a tight embrace, letting her warmth seep into your bones. You hear a content hum above you before strong limbs wrap around your neck, eventually pulling away and leaving you to stare into expressive grey eyes. Sevika's hands slide to the sides of your neck, her thumbs rubbing gentle circles under your jaw in an affectionate manner.

“Sorry we’re a little late, I was…having a hard time saying bye to Isha before we left.”

Your eyes take in the way the other woman’s hold a sad appearance to them, rubbing her back gently as she explains.

“I’ve never spent more than a night apart from her, and that’s only when the girls sleep over Vander and Silco’s across town. I almost brought her to drop us off, but I don’t know if I would’ve been able to leave if I did.”

“That makes sense,” you whisper, seeing how affected Sevika is by having to leave her youngest behind. You already knew how amazing of a mom she was, but the more she drops her guard around you, the more you can feel yourself falling for her.

“Anyways,” the older woman clears her throat, slightly embarrassed at how vulnerable she just was, "You all set to go?"

Nodding once, you grab your carry-on and backpack and drag them over the threshold, turning back to lock the front door before following Sevika to the truck parked along the curb.

“Powder would’ve come down to grab you too, but she knocked out as soon as we left the house.”

A slight pout settles on your lips when you think about how exhausted the girl must be. Once you're close enough to see the shape sitting in the driver's seat, the passenger window rolls down to reveal none other than Vander. He quickly looks you both up and down before giving you a subtle wink.

"Well, don't you two look cozy this morning."

Warmth begins to spread onto your cheeks as you gear up a reply, ignoring the knowing glance he sends your way.

"Good to see you again, Vander. Sorry I've been too busy for poker night, I've really missed making easy money."

The man guffaws before hopping out and rounding the truck to help you with your luggage, hoisting it up and gently placing it in the bed.

"When you all get back from your trip, we're going to have to find a night for a rematch. Silco hasn't let me live it down since."

"Yeah, and I'm sure you let him know just how annoying that was."

Sevika's tone is dry and she rolls her eyes when he shoots her a cheeky grin, and you can see the subtle banter for what it is; a sign of familiarity and affection. She opens the back door for you to slide into, feeling the tingles spread up her arm when you gently brush her hand over hers.

The other woman snickers to herself as she climbs up into her seat, listening to the two of you continue to go back and forth with a slight shake of her head. She can't keep the warm smile off of her face though, the sight of your friendly relationship with one of her oldest buddies making her heart do back flips. Sevika cracks a window as you all begin your journey to the airport, spring leading towards summer and bathing the car with a comfortable breeze.

An hour later, the group of you arrive, Vander pulling into the drop off lane and causing Powder to finally wake up.

Rubbing her eyes, she mumbles, “Where are we?”

"Airport, sleepyhead."

Vander glances back at the teenager in the back seat, amused as she slowly shakes off the grogginess and focuses on her surroundings, confusion still clouding her expression as she processes where they are.

"Why are we..."

Powder's question dies on her lips as she finally turns around and sees you, the events of the morning suddenly clicking in her sleep-addled mind. Her drowsy expression is quickly replaced by excitement as her head perks up, wrapping you in a tight hug and squealing into your ear.

Sevika's lips twitch into a half smirk and she shakes her head, amused by her daughter's enthusiasm. "Easy, Powder. No need to bust any eardrums."

Powder's grip on you tightens briefly before she reluctantly peels herself off, sitting back in her seat. "Oops, sorry."

"It's alright, kiddo. I'm happy someone's excited about getting on a plane." Sevika reaches over and tousles her hair affectionately, earning a huff and a whine as the girl tries to fix her locks into an acceptable manner. Hopping down from the front seat, Sevika opens the back door to let you and Powder out while Vander begins grabbing the luggage from the back.

It doesn't take long for the group of you to make it inside, and the sound of hundreds of conversations fills the air, the noise of people chatting mixing with the overhead announcements. Powder’s eyes are wide as she takes in the busy environment, her neck craning in all directions as she tries to observe everything all at once. Sevika places a steadying hand on her back in an attempt to keep her from wandering off.

"Well, I should leave you all here, don't want to get a ticket for leaving the truck by itself," Vander announces.

"Probably a good idea."

Sevika nods her head in agreement, amused by Powder's awed expression as she looks around.

"We'll text you when we land. Thank you again for the ride."

Sevika gives Vander a firm hug, the both of them separating after a moment to mirror a rigid nod of their heads before stepping back. Powder throws her arms around the man next, telling him she'll send every update about the competition she can. When they pull apart, Vander pulls you into an unexpected embrace, slightly lifting you off of the ground, causing you to let out a surprised squeak. You hear Sevika call out "Vander, be careful!" behind you before he gently places you back on the ground, laughing at your reaction.

"What can I say? I like to keep people on their toes."

Winking in a playful manner, he claps a hand on your shoulder before looking at Sevika. A silent conversation transpires between them as each of them assess the other's expression. Whatever is communicated must leave them satisfied, because after a split second, he pats her on the arm and sends her a small smile. "Keep an eye out for trouble, yeah?"

Sevika's lips quirk up into a smirk, a familiar look crossing her face. "I always do. You watch yourself."

Vander huffs a laugh at the sight of it, giving her a lazy salute before turning away to head back towards his truck with one last wave. Sevika stares after him until he reaches the door before spinning around to you and Powder, her smile softening.

"Let's do this, then."

The three of you make your way to the security line, breezing through as you all brought carry-ons to make the process easier. Once on the other side, you quickly find your gate and settle into the first empty seats you find. Powder plops onto one of the waiting chairs, letting out a sigh of relief as she pops in her earbuds and pulls her phone out to start playing a game. You take your seat next to her, and Sevika takes the space to your right, her leg pressed against yours as you all get comfortable.

"Did you eat breakfast?" Sevika questions, loud enough for only you to hear.

Looking up after taking your phone out to look at the time, you shake your head. "No, not yet. I didn't want to get up any earlier than I had to."

Sevika hums sympathetically and reaches into her bag, pulling out a package of small muffins. "Well, you should probably eat something then. I don't want to deal with you fainting halfway there."

You can't help but let out a snort at the comment, even more amused by the fact that she's already so aware of your habits. "You're one to talk, you act like you run on coffee and pure adrenaline half the time."

"Touché."

She smirks and bumps her shoulder into yours in retaliation as you open up the muffin. A comfortable silence sets over the group as everyone gets lost into their own thoughts; the only noise coming from the occasional announcement and Powder sighing. You're snapped out of your daze when Sevika shifts next to you, her shoulder and leg pressing more firmly against your own. You look over at her curiously, only to see a slightly nervous expression adorning her features as she eyes Powder. The younger girl is oblivious to the looks, still intently focused on her game, and it piques your curiosity even more when Sevika leans closer.

"Hey, um, have you," the other woman takes a deep breath before continuing, making you a bit nervous, "ever been on a plane before?"

Your eyebrows raise as you process her words, taken aback by the random question. "Yeah, a few times." Your mind swirls with curiosity, wondering what the woman is leading up to. "Have you?"

"Never." She responds simply, fidgeting with something in her pocket. Your intrigue heightens as she looks away, now nervous and on edge. You watch the way her eyes flick back to Powder, the teenager completely oblivious to the conversation taking place right next to her as she continues to focus on her phone. She looks like she wants to say something else but is hesitating.

"Neither of us have, and I know Powder is excited about it, but to be honest, just the thought terrifies me. I keep thinking about the fact that we could just fall out of the sky."

Suddenly, understanding clicks in your mind and you can't help but reach out and touch the hand in her lap, the action causing Sevika to finally look you in the face. You give her palm a reassuring squeeze, trying to convey an air of comfort. "The chances of that happening are so incredibly rare, we're going to be okay."

The older woman tries nodding her head but the bouncing of her leg gives her away. "I know, I just–", she clears her throat in an attempt to stabilize her voice, "If something happened to me, the girls, they– they shouldn't have to go through that again."

The sight of her so vulnerable and uncertain causes your heart to clench, a flood of protectiveness washing over you. You scoot closer and gently tug on one of her wrists until your hands intertwine. "Hey," you start softly, waiting for her to look at you before continuing, "nothing is going to happen to you. Or Powder. We're going to get there just fine, I promise."

Before you can ask her what she meant by 'again', your group is called to begin boarding and Sevika pops up from her seat, nervously at attention. She grabs her bags and taps Powder on the shoulder, gesturing her head towards the ticket counter to start moving.

You make your way forward as the line in front of you moves slowly, stealing furtive glances at Sevika every so often. There's a stiffness to her shoulders that betrays her calm facade, and you can see her hands clenching and unclenching as she walks. Powder, for the most part, remains oblivious to her mother's uneasiness, her attention completely absorbed by the planes on the tarmac and blissfully ignoring the world around her.

After what feels like forever, you reach the front of the line and the person checking tickets scans all three with no issue, sending you down the tunnel towards the plane. Sevika's doing a good job of concealing her anxiety, but because you know what to look for, you keep an eye on her the entire walk down.

You can see the tension in her steps, her shoulders still held taut, and her grip on the handle of her carry on tight. Her gaze darts about, observing the people around her with hyper focus, and it's starting to set you on edge. You want to reach out to her again, try to ease some of the tension, but the bustle of the crowd makes you hesitant to attract any further attention.

Powder, on the other hand, is still completely unaware, eyes wide with excitement as she takes in the whole environment. She looks like an over excited puppy, her head moving back and forth so fast you think you get whiplash just by watching her. You can at least take comfort in the fact that she doesn't seem to be picking up on the anxiousness radiating off of her mother.

When you finally board the plane, you're all seated together as Sevika paid to have the spots next to you, fearing this exact scenario would happen. Powder takes the window seat, wanting to see everything she can, which leaves you sandwiched between her and Sevika next to the aisle. The older woman drops her backpack under the chair and puts her carry-on in the overhead compartment before grabbing yours and Powder's and sliding them next to hers.

Rolling her shoulders, she settles into her seat and tries to get comfortable. You watch as her jaw tenses and her leg starts bouncing again, eyes darting out all around the plane as if watching for threats. Once everyone is boarded, the captain begins speaking overhead, going through the safety protocols and what to do in the event of an emergency. This only causes Sevika's anxiety to spike, leaning her head back against the seat and taking deep breaths as she closes her eyes.

She's doing an almost convincing job pretending she's fine, but you can see through it, her leg bouncing even faster now and her fingers tapping out a rapid rhythm in her lap. You can see a muscle in her jaw clenching and unclenching, trying to will herself to remain steady and collected. You wish you could do something, anything to help her, but until the plane takes off, your options are limited.

As the plane jolts into motion and begins rumbling, you slide your hand into hers and whisper for her to squeeze as much as she needs. She startles slightly at the contact but responds immediately, lacing your fingers together with hers tightly. Her grip is almost bruising but you don't pull away, trying to show that you're not going to let go. As the plane moves down the tarmac to take off, she takes a shuddering breath, the anxiety in her spiking immensely.

Leaning in close so only she can hear, you begin to whisper words of encouragement in hopes it will help. "Hey, focus on the sound of my voice, okay? Everything is going to be okay, I'm right here with you, I'll be here the whole time."

Her breathing gradually slows, eyes still screwed shut as she tries to concentrate on your words. Her hand is still clamped around yours like a vice, your fingers beginning to tingle from the lack of circulation.

"Keep talking, please."

You nod even though she can't see you and keep whispering reassurances, continuing to rub soothing circles into her hand. "You're okay, you're gonna get through this. We're all gonna be fine, I swear, nothing is going to happen to us. Just keep taking some deep breaths, okay? I'll even do it with you. Ready?"

You place your free hand on her forearm gently in hopes of grounding her to you.

"Inhale, one, two, three," you hold your breath as Sevika does what you tell her, "Exhale, one, two, three." Repeating the process as the plane pulls up and climbs higher and higher into the sky, Sevika's grip doesn't waver but you see the crease between her brows lessen bit by bit.

When the aircraft reaches a safe height, the pilot announces to the plane that passengers may begin to roam around the cabin, to which Sevika immediately unbuckles herself and quickly stands up.

"Be right back."

You nod, watching as she disappears into the small bathroom a few rows behind you and hoping you were able to help her even a little bit. In her absence, Powder turns to look at you, a curious yet concerned expression on her face.

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah, I think she just needed to use the bathroom, she should be back soon."

Powder accepts your explanation with a small smile, plugging her earbuds back in and taking photos out of the window.

After a few minutes, you realize Sevika still hasn't returned, so you turn around to look down the aisle and see if you can catch a glimpse of her. There's no sign of the woman, and with a slight sense of unease, you make a split second decision, gently touching Powder on the shoulder.

"Hey, I'm gonna go check on your mom, okay? You stay here and I'll be right back."

After the girl gives you a quick thumbs up before going back to her phone, you get up from your seat and make your way to the bathroom, gently knocking on the door and softly calling, "Sevika? It's me, can I come in?"

After a beat of silence, you hear her voice respond, sounding much weaker than usual, and then a click of the lock.

"Yeah."

When you push the door open and walk inside, you find her with her back to you. She's bracing against the sink with her head hanging low, hair hiding her face from view and shoulders tensed.

Being careful to approach the subject, you close the door behind you and make sure not to touch her before you ask, "How are you feeling?"

A wry laugh escapes her lips, and you wince at the sound.

"Tired, honestly. Freaked out. But mostly embarrassed."

You shake your head, stepping closer and standing directly next to her, not saying anything and just letting her speak.

"I know it's ridiculous. I just didn’t expect it to be so…intense."

Sevika finally turns to face you, leaning back against the sink, and you're suddenly struck by how tired and worn down she looks.

That finally gets you to speak up.

"Hey, it's not ridiculous. I'm not going to pry, but this seemed like something else, not a regular fear of flying. Are you going to be okay the rest of the flight? I might have some Benadryl you can take to sleep through it."

Sevika shakes her head, not wanting to cause you any more trouble. "No, no, that's– you've done enough, thank you. I..." She trails off before locking eyes with you, her glossy ones staring into your concerned ones. "Can you just…hold me? For a bit?"

Your expression softens at the request, the desire to help the woman outweighing any other thought in your mind. "Yeah, of course."

Slowly reaching out and wrapping your arms around her neck, you pull her tightly against your chest and rest your chin atop her head, feeling the subtle tremors shaking her body.

"I'm here, I've got you."

Her arms wrap around your midsection, hands bunching the fabric of your shirt as she takes deep breaths, inhaling your scent and letting it soothe her nerves.

A few minutes later, Sevika leans back and looks up at you with an expression like you hung the moon in the sky. You reach out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear affectionately, the tender moment causing your heart to skip a beat when she leans her head into the touch.

"Feeling better?"

She gives you a small smile before nodding, the grip on your shirt slackening as she straightens up. "Yeah. I think so."

"Good."

You barely take half a step back before she's pulling you back to her for what you assume is another hug, before feeling a pair of unbelievably soft lips cover your own. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, breathing into the minimal space between you as your mouths slide together in a gentle dance.

The kiss is chaste and sweet, lasting for only a few seconds before breaking apart, a small gasp falling from both of your lips as you look at one another. Sevika's arms remain around your waist, not willing to let go just yet, and her eyes search your face almost reverently, like you're the only thing anchoring her to Earth.

"Thank you. For everything, I...don't think I could've gotten through this without you, honestly."

You pull her closer with a soft smile, gently rubbing your nose against hers.

"I'd do it again if I had to." There's no hesitation in your voice, and you mean every word. "Now, c'mon, Powder's gonna start to worry if we're gone any longer."

Sevika rolls her eyes with a hint of fondness, giving your waist a squeeze before finally relinquishing her grip.

"She’s probably too into her game to realize how long it’s been."

"Yeah, you're right."

You move back and make sure you look presentable before unlocking the door and leading the way back into the aisle. Sevika falls in line beside you, and even if her steps are still a bit unsteady, she looks infinitely better than her state just minutes before.

When you reach your seats, you notice that Powder never even looked up from her phone and you can't help but shake your head fondly and suppress a small laugh. Sevika catches your gaze and quirks an eyebrow, looking almost like her old self as she murmurs, "See? Told you she wouldn't notice."

As the two of you settle in, Sevika silently slips her hand into yours before leaning her head back against the seat and letting her eyes droop shut, exhaustion finally getting the best of her. Not wanting to do anything that could possibly disturb her, you settle into your seat and watch as her breathing eventually evens out, the lines of tension on her face finally smoothing out as she relaxes in her sleep. You gently brush her knuckles with your thumb as the faint sound of the engines continues and the aircraft rumbles on, time slipping by and bringing you ever closer to your destination.

Minutes begin to pass, and you can't help but start feeling sleepy yourself. The stress of the day begins to catch up to you and the steady movement of the plane combined with the warm, comfortable feeling of Sevika's hand in yours makes it almost impossible to keep your eyes open. Before you can stop yourself, you find your head tipping to the side and resting on the other woman's shoulder, her warmth against your face and the rhythmic rise and fall of her breaths lulling you into the most peaceful rest you've had in ages.

A while later, you slowly begin to stir, shifting against the seat and subconsciously clinging to the fingers still in your grasp. Your eyes flutter open, bleary with sleep, and it takes you a few seconds to realize that your head is still on Sevika's shoulder, the two of you still holding hands. When the captain begins telling the plane that you'll all be at your destination soon, you perk up and start stretching before sitting back against your headrest.

The familiar rumble of engines almost lulls you back into a nap, but you feel the shoulder under your head move and look up to find Sevika watching you with a small smirk.

"You're actually pretty cute when you sleep, you know that?"

Heat immediately rushes to your face, and you pull yourself upright with a huff, trying to save some of your pride.

"And how long were you watching me, creep?"

She lets out a soft, short laugh, her eyes glimmering with slight mischief. "Not long, I promise."

You eye her skeptically and she relents after a few beats, holding her hands up innocently. "Maybe a few minutes."

A minute shake of your head and a quiet hmph is the only response you give Sevika, opting instead to check your phone and see if you have any service yet.

She doesn't say anything else, leaning back in her seat, silently amused by your reaction as a small smile graces her features. You can feel her gaze occasionally flick over to you, but every time you look at her with a quirked brow, Sevika quickly averts her eyes.

Your phone suddenly makes a familiar sound when it finally connects, and you see several notifications pop up on your screen. Seeing emails from the organization about check in, you begin to go through them, ignoring everything else until you feel the plane begin to descend and Sevika's hand shoots out to engulf yours.

Looking up at her, she's giving you a small smile, a silent plea for reassurance, and you immediately give her your full attention, covering her hand with your second one, rubbing over her knuckles with a soothing touch. She does much better during the landing, only squeezing your hand painfully once when the plane bounces as the wheels touch down.

Once you all pull up to the gate, she sighs deeply, finally accepting that the most anxiety inducing part of this journey is over. You turn to your side to gently wake Powder up, laughing to yourself that the girl has managed to fall asleep during her first plane ride ever. Once she jolts awake, you tell her to relax and inform her of the process of de-boarding, knowing it'll be a bit before you're allowed to stand up and grab your luggage.

Your turn arrives a few minutes later, Sevika shooting up and grabbing all three carry-ons from overhead and passing them to you. She quickly leads the three of you off of the plane, telling the flight crew thank you as she practically sprints down the tunnel to the main waiting area. You all step in the direction of the escalator and make your way towards the pick up area of the airport, Powder skipping next to you as she chatters away excitedly about the experience. Sevika lags behind a bit, but you can see the way her shoulders slowly relax once she's on solid, unmoving ground again.

Looking out for the shuttle the competition has allotted for participants, it doesn't take long to spot the vehicle amidst the taxis and regular cars, the sign on the outside displaying the event name clearly enough to see. You all approach and get settled in, Powder immediately taking a seat by the window, her enthusiasm contagious as she presses her face to the glass. Sevika sits down next to her, giving you another smile, this one brighter than the others since she now feels much more comfortable than earlier.

A couple more families board in the next few minutes, Powder eyeing the children warily before you introduce yourself and your group, not wanting there to be any awkward tension during the drive. On the journey there, conversation flows a bit more easily, Sevika joining occasionally, not wanting to seem standoffish to the other parents.

Once you reach your destination, everyone exits the vehicle in awe, the sheer size of the hotel capturing everyone's attention. Leading the other woman and teenager to the lobby, you begin to check in first, Sevika getting waved over to another employee. After you're both given your room numbers and keys, you all walk over to the elevator and enter the metal box, excitement beginning to brew in your stomachs.

"What room are you guys in?" You question, peeping over Sevika's shoulder at the fancy card sleeve in her hand.

"303?"

"Oh, I'm in 305! Just down the hall, what a coincidence."

"Seems like we got lucky."

You grin at the woman and turn to Powder, who's currently bouncing on her toes at the thought of finally getting to see the inside of the their room.

"You ready to see your digs for the weekend?"

Powder nods and practically bounces in place, her energy reaching a whole new level. You giggle at the teenager, her energy is so infectious that it momentarily distracts you from your nerves. The elevator finally dings on the third floor and you step out, following the signs on the wall until eventually reaching the section of your rooms. Sevika gets her own key out and unlocks her door, pushing it open to reveal an elegant looking room, complete with a large queen bed, a desk in the corner, a small kitchen, and a gorgeous bathroom.

The woman is slack-jawed as she takes in her new surroundings, suddenly glad she decided to book this hotel instead of one of the further, cheaper ones. Powder immediately takes off towards the bed, jumping up to land on the soft sheets before Sevika catches her mid air and sets her back down on the floor.

"Plane clothes, Pow, ugh. Shower first, then you can lay on it."

The girl giggles before nodding at her mom.

"Oh yeah, forgot about that."

She takes her carry on to the corner of the room before laying it down and popping it open, grabbing her toiletries and a change of clothes and heading to the bathroom. Once the door is locked and you hear the water turn on, Sevika turns to you and begins slowly making her way over, grabbing your hand with both of hers and lazily playing with it.

You lean against the wall and watch her with a curious smile, the sight of her being so relaxed putting you at ease. She looks into your eyes with that same fond look from the plane, leaning in until her body pins you to the wall gently.

"I have a question," she says softly, placing a hand on your hip.

Your heart skips slightly at the contact and you arch a brow, giving her your full attention. "Shoot."

She pauses, looking you over again as if to make sure it's okay to say what comes next. You hold her gaze, silently reassuring her.

"I know we're here for the competition, but..." Sevika continues, her thumb now rubbing over the fabric of your shirt. "You're gonna have some free time, right?"

Cocking your head slightly, your eyes rake over Sevika’s face before you respond. "Free time how? Like, to spend with you?"

"Yeah," she breathes, her hand on your hip tightening just a bit as she presses just a few millimeters closer. "I know you're going to be busy most of the time but..." She trails off, the nerves she felt earlier returning as she struggles to find her words.

"I don't know, it was just something on my mind," she shrugs, searching your eyes for even an ounce of rejection.

You have to suppress the urge to squeal, the vulnerable look in her eye pulling at your heart strings. "Yeah, I can definitely carve out some space in my schedule for you."

The tension drains from Sevika’s body almost instantly, something that seems to be a constant pattern between the two of you. She lets out a small huff of a laugh and rolls her eyes, trying to cover up the amount of relief she's feeling.

"You don't have to sound so excited." There's a teasing grin on her face, letting you know she's kidding.

You laugh in return and now roll your eyes, pretending to be affronted.

"You're right, how silly of me," you say, the sarcasm oozing from your voice, "Who wouldn't want to spend all their free time with the biggest grump in the world?"

She lets out a gasp, mock-affronted. "Hey, I am not grumpy!" The other woman’s hand shoots out to pinch your side in retaliation.

You laugh at the action, smacking her hand away playfully.

"You so are, always so broody," you tease, lightly pinching her bicep in return.

"I'm not broody," she retorts, "I'm just...introspective." You snort and squint your eyes, the sound causing her to huff and reach out to pinch you again. Quickly evading the attack, you catch her hand and pin it against her side to keep from any more surprise assaults. This puts her in close proximity again, and you can see the way her gaze locks onto your mouth for a fraction of a second before her eyes snap back up to yours.

There's a beat of silence, the two of you standing close enough to feel each other's breath. Sevika opens her mouth like she's getting ready to say something, but before she gets the chance, the sound of the shower turning off reaches your ears and Sevika takes a half step back, clearing her throat awkwardly.

"Guess Powder's done."

You pull back your own hand reluctantly, missing the feeling of her skin immediately. "Yeah, guess so," you say, trying to sound casual and hoping your voice doesn't give away how affected you are.

Standing up straight, you pull your phone out to check the time, seeing that there's a couple of hours before the first event. "The welcome banquet starts at five, so I should head to my room and unpack first."

The disappointment is obvious on her face, even if only for a moment, but she tries to cover it up by putting on a nonchalant expression and nodding.

"Yeah, right," she pauses, almost as if she was about to say something else, but just takes a deep breath instead. "I guess...I'll see you at dinner, then," she says, giving you a half smile.

You match her expression before hesitating a moment, opting to go with your first instinct and lean in for a quick kiss. Her mouth immediately relaxes beneath yours and she leans forward into it, wanting the contact as much as you do. When you finally pull back, her eyes are shut and it takes a few seconds before she opens them slowly, breathing slightly more labored than usual. Her lips form a small grin and she nudges her nose against yours briefly, making contact one last time before fully pulling away.

"Get out of here before you get me in trouble."

Biting your tongue at her remark, you shake your head with a quick laugh and slip out from under her, grabbing your carry-on and heading to the door.

"I'll come get you two a little bit early so we can all walk down together, okay?"

Sevika gives a small nod in affirmation, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah, sounds like a plan." She looks like she's itching to pull you back into her space, but manages to refrain herself, shoving her hands into her pockets to keep from doing so.

You linger for a few more moments, savoring the sight of the other woman before reluctantly tearing your eyes away and exiting the room. She watches you the whole time, shutting the door once you fully exit into the hallway. You walk the rest of the way to your own room in a daze, a little thrill of anticipation going up your spine at the thought of the night to come.

After a shower of your own, you unpack a bit and set aside your outfit for the evening. The dress code for dinner was cocktail attire, and though you didn't own anything exactly fitting for that, you managed to scrounge together something acceptable from your closet. Doing one last check in the full length mirror by the door, you deem the look worthy and head out into the hallway.

Making your way to Sevika's room, you lift your hand to the wooden door and give it a few raps. It swings open a few moments later to reveal the other woman, her gaze sweeping over you and eyes noticeably widening. Her hair is freshly combed and she's changed into a white dress shirt tucked into slim fitting navy slacks, the first two buttons of her top undone to show off the supple skin of her neck and collarbones.

"Hey." she says, her eyes still trailing over your figure, "You look...really good."

You can't help the warmth that immediately rises to your cheeks at the compliment, her gaze causing a bit of heat to begin blooming in your stomach.

"Thanks," you manage to reply, your eyes roaming over her form as well, the tight shirt clinging to her figure and showing off her physique perfectly. "You don't look so bad yourself."

"Get a room already!" a voice suddenly yells from the back of the room.

Peering past Sevika, you see Powder sitting on the bed laughing to herself while looking at her phone. Before Sevika manages to scold her, she flips the device around and you can faintly make out a tuft of red hair on the screen. "Vi says hi, by the way."

You can't hold back a laugh at that, amused by Powder's antics. "Hi Vi," you reply back with a grin.

Sevika just rolls her eyes and shakes her head at her middle child. "Don't make me take your phone."

That quiets Powder right away, telling Vi they've got to leave and that she'll call her later. Locking the phone and putting it in her purse, she hops off the bed and makes her way over to the pair of you. Sevika looks over at her daughter as she approaches, giving her an amused look.

"Ready to go?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

Powder nods, slinging her small bag over her shoulder. "Yeah, I'm starving."

"Well, then what are we waiting for?"

Grabbing her matching navy suit jacket from beside her and slipping it on, Sevika steps out of the way for Powder to walk through, shooting you a small wink when the girl isn’t looking.

Once in the hallway, she falls in step beside you, shoulders squared and looking every bit as confident as you've ever seen her. Knowing how important it is to make a good impression on the committee members, and even the other parents, she's determined to put her best self forward. Entering the elevator to head to the lobby, all you can think about is how lucky you are to know such an amazing woman.

As the seconds tick by, there's just the faintest hint of nerves in the other woman's stance, fingers lightly drumming against her thigh. You discreetly brush your pinkie against hers, hoping the small gesture will give her some reassurance, and you softly bite your bottom lip when she intertwines it with her own.

Soon after, the elevator dings, signaling you've reached the lobby. You step out and head towards the banquet hall, hearing the soft sounds of conversation and the clink of glasses coming from the large room. There are quite a few people from other districts already gathering, all dressed appropriately and beginning to mingle. Sevika's stride slows slightly as she takes in the scene, her eyes sweeping over the room in a way that can only be interpreted as calculating.

There are easily a hundred people already in the room, undoubtedly not everyone who will be attending. When you see the way the other woman is observing the crowd, you lean in to tell her and Powder, "Let's go find our table, yeah?"

Quickly checking the email on your phone, you see the number you've been assigned and head in that direction. Coming upon the right one, you begin to set your things down, looking around the room for the rest of your party. Finding who you're looking for a few seconds later, a bright smile blooms on your face as you walk towards the approaching trio.

"You guys made it!"

Ekko matches your grin before engulfing you in a bone crushing hug. After the boy releases you, you greet his parents with less intense embraces as he notices that Powder and Sevika are also standing there.

"Um, hi Powder."

The two teenagers stare at each other before deciding to share a brief hug, awkwardly shuffling on their feet before Sevika reaches a hand out in Ekko's direction.

"It's good to finally meet you, Ekko. I’m Sevika, Powder’s mom."

He takes the woman's hand in a firm grip, giving it a sturdy shake.

"Likewise ma'am," he says with a confident smile, releasing her hand before standing up straight.

Powder's entire demeanor is a stark comparison to Ekko's, her entire body language shy and reserved. Ekko seems to pick up on this right away, his own smile turning into a kind, almost protective one.

His parents come over a moment later and introduce themselves to Sevika and Powder, chatting about how amazing it is that each of their children made it this far. All of you converse amongst each other for a few moments, the parents expressing their excitement and pride. Soon enough, the sound of a microphone being adjusted breaks up the conversation, catching everyone's attention as you all turn to look towards the front of the hall.

"Good evening everyone, I hope you've all had a pleasant journey to be with us here tonight. I am the president of the fair's board..."

The man continues to speak about how excited all of the committee members are to witness the presentations this weekend, setting an animated atmosphere amongst the room. When he concludes his speech a few minutes later, he welcomes everyone to take their seats as dinner will be served shortly.

The room is quickly filled with the scraping and scuffing of chairs against tile as everyone finds their assigned places, the buzz of excitement for the food palpable. You all sit down and begin waiting patiently, your stomach beginning to grumble slightly at the thought of eating. The sound doesn't escape Sevika's ear, and you see her lip quirk upward in a subtle smirk out of the corner of your eye.

The six of you continue to talk across the table as servers begin bringing plates out, being served a short while later. Dinner is delicious, and Sevika and Ekko's parents get along quite well, much to your relief. Glancing to the side, you see Powder and Ekko engrossed in a private conversation, animated facial expressions and boisterous laughter spilling over to the adults' discussions. You realize that this is what it’s all about; no matter the results of this weekend, these are the memories that the kids will carry with them for the rest of their lives.

Once the meal has concluded, the reception begins, the music turning to something a bit more upbeat but still family friendly. After a short while, Ekko stands up and looks toward Powder, an almost goofy grin on his face.

"Wanna dance?" He asks, and after only brief hesitation, Powder nods lightly and stands, flashing a small look to her mom.

Sevika gives an encouraging nod, and just like that, the two teenagers are off towards the small dance floor. The adults watch them go before returning to their conversations, though you notice the woman’s gaze following them closely. Lightly nudging Sevika's hand with yours under the table, you wait until she makes eye contact with you before speaking.

"She's okay. I promise."

She maintains your gaze for a moment before nodding, letting out a breath she hadn't noticed she was holding and forcing the worry from her gaze.

"I know, I know," she mutters, reaching up to rub some of the tension out of her neck. "Realistically, I know she's fine. But the mom part of my brain just won't shut up about it."

At that, you can't help but smile softly and reach over to give her a gentle squeeze on the knee.

"That's completely understandable. Looks like she's having fun though."

Sevika looks back towards where the teenagers are and sees her daughter laughing as Ekko spins her around, the two of them clearly enjoying themselves. It makes the tension in her shoulders loosen even more and she lets out another deep sigh, the tiniest smile pulling at her lips.

"Yeah, she is."

About a half hour later, the event comes to an end, and the president from earlier grabs the mic once again.

"Thank you all for joining us tonight. We are wishing all of our participants the best of luck this weekend, and we look forward to seeing what you have to show us. For the students, we are going to have a more official 'prom' style dance for two hours in the next room if you'd like to move there, with your parent's permission of course."

As the teenagers make their way back to your table, the adults all stand up and begin grabbing their things before Ekko and Powder ask to go to that party. You see a bit of wariness flash across Sevika's face as she looks down at her daughter, clearly conflicted. After pausing for a moment, a tight smile appears and she sighs.

"Alright, you can go. Just be safe, okay? No wandering off by yourself, stick together."

Right when you look at Powder to give her a thumbs up, a figure behind her captures your attention.

"Genevieve?"

The girl in mention freezes and slowly turns around, jaw dropped and wide eyed. The beginning of tears begin to well in your eyes, the little girl you once knew now standing before you, a young woman.

"What are you doing here, how–"

Your heart begins to hammer in your chest as the initial shock wears off and you realize what this means. If she's here, then...

"Well, well, well. What's that old saying? 'Speak of the devil and she shall appear?'"

Focusing your eyes to the side, you finally see the person you've been dreading running into for years, the reason you moved away to start a new life, the cause of your miscommunication with Sevika.

A wicked smile stretched across her lips, the woman takes a step forward as you take one back, willing yourself to wake up from whatever horrible nightmare this is.

Gert.

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Letters from the Other Side

The sea washes over the sides of the steamship, taking with it the algae stuck to it. You almost hope the waves can take you with it, the nerves getting the better of you as you leant over the rail. Come see me, you read the letter over and over again, your stomach fluttering, I want to see you.

CW: Post-war Levi x fem!reader, civilian!reader

A/N: Some post-war Levi goodness after the angst I’ve posted this past month. ~2.5k words of fluff and romance. If this does well, I’ll probably write the super romantic smut next.

Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

Three years after the Rumbling and things were starting to return to a sense of normalcy in the Stohess district. At least as normal as things can get when the twisted mentality of the Yeagerists and their seizing control of the military dominated the news. Your mother and father tell you not to worry, but you’ve been worried ever since the walls disappeared and the Survey Corps regiment disbanded.

Or rather, you have only really been worried over a single person, the man with the raven locks and the dull gray eyes, dull eyes that glittered when you spoke to him. You were still a woman, and a woman has intuition for those sorts of things like attraction, and Captain Levi couldn’t help how flustered he got whenever he saw you. Your father was the owner of a blacksmith company, and you often bumped into Levi along with Commander Smith several times a month.

Humanity’s strongest, you’d think in awe, where you had imagined a big brute, now you saw the man for what he was.

Why’d he come along was always unknown to you, but as your father and the commander spoke privately in another room, you offered small conversation and tea while he waited. Where small talk began, somehow a deep appreciation for the other bloomed, and the visits began to feel like the visits of the suitors that bombarded your home on occasion. He’d gift you single flowers, it’s all I can afford, he’d say meagerly. You’d thank him with a kiss on the cheek each and every time. And each and every time a ferocious tinge of red would adorn his face.

The timing never seemed to be right with either of you, it always seemed like when one was ready to take the leap, the other had other obligations waiting. Wait for me, were his selfish last words to you and you nodded your head as you gave him a final good-bye.

It had already been three years. You were already on the cusp of giving up.

It had been a nice breezy morning when you received his first letter. The unfamiliar stamps had caught both you and your parents off-guard, but nonetheless they gave you the privacy to open it. There, in the small garden of your home, tears welled up in your eyes as you skimmed through it.

It was a letter from Captain Levi.

Or rather Levi, just Levi, as the letter so said. I have told them to stop calling me captain, but these brats never learn. You giggled inwardly at his words, tears welling up in your eyes. You read it one more time, much slower this time, familiarizing yourself with his handwriting, the slant in his letters, his signature, everything. You familiarized yourself with the names Gabi and Falco, children you did not know but instantly loved with the way they cared for Levi.

At the very bottom, a hopeful wish that you will respond, signed next to his name.

Of course you will.

Your father stood confused as you gathered parchment and a pen to write, finding it odd that his moody daughter was suddenly so lively. Perhaps it’s the engagement, he thought, and let you be.

Your ring twinkled under the summer sun, and yet nothing has caused more glee than the very letter you were responding to. You wrote about the situation in Paradis, you wrote about the kindness of the queen, and you wrote about how business was booming for your father, despite the war having been over. The thought saddened you, but you quickly sign the letter and add a note that you excitedly await his next letter.

It’s not that you fail to mention your engagement, rather some deep part of you didn’t want to mention it. Your betrothed was a good man, hand picked by your father, you had accepted to keep his worries at bay that you wouldn’t end up husbandless and with no children.

How quickly Levi’s letters can have you questioning your familiar duties.

We restored some of the land ruined by the war, Levi writes, many foreigners are starting to settle here again.

You can’t help the sense of admiration that fills you up. It filled you up when he’d visit with the commander, and it still filled you up now. A military man, you wonder if he’s still as strong as when you met him. Humanity’s strongest, you wondered if he still thought about you and the flowers he’d gift you.

I’d like to visit it one day, you write, perhaps a change of scenery would be nice. All this yeagerist talk has me going mad.

I’d like to visit you one day, you will yourself to write, but you don’t. You had been lovestruck years ago, perhaps the captain no longer harbored the same feelings. Perhaps the captain has found someone new, perhaps the captain has married.

Sadness consumes you. After all, you were just friends back then, right?

You trash your letter and write a plainer one instead. It hadn’t even reached half a page when you sealed it, wrote his address on the front of it and set it aside for the postman to pickup tomorrow.

“Honey,” you can hear your mother call, “James is here to see you.” You force your best smile to greet your husband-to-be.

It’s weeks before the next letter arrives. The pretty orange and red tree leaves were beginning to fall, a cozy chill running through the district. Your wedding preparations were already underway when the postman calls out to you, a single letter in his hands, the stamps it bore already familiar to you.

More talk of restoration, recovery, Gabi and Falco’s shenanigans, when finally you reach the last bit of the letter. I don’t mean to bother you, Levi writes, your last letter felt abrasive. I understand if things have changed. Everything has changed.

You wonder what goes through Levi’s mind when he writes to you.

No, things have not changed. Things still felt the same, at least they did to you. Still, you couldn’t ignore your engagement anymore as you saw your mother debate through wedding ribbons in the distance and you finally will yourself to write and tell him the news.

I’m engaged, it feels awful to write it, my engagement is a long one, though, and so I’m sorry if the letter was short. I must’ve been busy.

You write of other things, of the rising tension amongst good folks like your family who didn’t want to fuel another war, and the yeagerists. You write of how the talks of peace by the ambassadors (who you found out were actually part of the same regiment as him) were falling on deaf ears.

I’d like to see you, you finally write, I’d like to see what the other side looks like.

You add the last bit in a final moment of hesitation, sign your name and set it aside, a deep breath falling from your lips.

“You’re changing the wedding date again, and to a later date might I add,” your father bellows out to you.

“Father, please,” you reply, exasperated, trying to escape the dining room and into your own, a new letter in hand, “I will get married in time, what’s the rush?”

“The rush is that you’re not young anymore, I beg you to reconsider.”

You shut the door behind you, shaky fingers coming to pry the letter open. You force yourself to read slowly, absorbing every single inked word coming from Levi���s fingertips.

You skip his polished words of annoying governmental policies being implemented on his side and go straight to the heart of the letter, his real response to you.

Congratulations on your engagement, he begins, I’m surprised you haven’t even married yet.

That? That is what he has to say? You scoff, a slight irritation blooming.

I don’t look like before—I’ve lost an eye and my right hand is destroyed, his letter continues, I look awful.

I’m not humanity’s strongest anymore.

You don’t know why these words strike you deeply. Years and a great distance separate you from what Levi is or was for that matter, yet it isn’t Levi’s exterior that ever affected you in the first place. It was the small talks and the small gifts, it was his tinged cheeks and his intrepid way of speaking around your people who have only seen the refined things in life.

You could never look awful to me, you write in your response, a wave of heat flaring up on your cheeks, you’re just trying to get me not to go.

Levi’s letters continue well into the deeper part of winter, the leaves have long since fallen, snow beginning to gather amongst the branches. The winters where he lived were harsh, and he writes of how they were causing the ache in his knee to worsen. You spend some of your money to send him some ointment you purchased from a local medic.

He writes to you of how the snow reminds him of when the Survey Corps would serve hot chocolate on the off chance. You send him chocolate you bargain off a local vendor.

The signs of Levi’s homesickness don’t escape you, even if he doesn’t admit it.

I could send you Stohess’s entire stock of goods if I can, you respond to his letters of thanks.

What would I do with all that, he responds to yours, breaking you into a fit of silent laughter.

I’ve missed your awful humor, you write casually. You wonder if you should trash this letter and begin a new one, but you don’t. I’ve missed you, you finish writing.

The budding roses in your garden remind you of your predicament.

“As much as I respect you,” James begins, “I won’t accept any other change to the wedding. If you won’t marry me then I’ll find someone who will.”

You comprehend his irritation, even if you don’t fully understand it.

He leaves you on your garden bench, exiting through the gate, just in time for the postman to arrive. Your feelings don’t subside, in fact they linger as you read Levi’s next letter.

Upon opening it, nervousness hits you as you see just how short the letter is. Policy change, annoying policy change.

The ambassadors have told me that postage to Paradis will be barred soon. Your eyes widen. Despite the nice spring breeze, your body suddenly feels so cold.

If I don’t hear from you again, I wanted to wish you a happy marriage. Your eyes well with tears, but it’s his next words that move you.

Unless you change your mind. Come see me. I want to see you. Just as you’re about to trash the envelope, a small flower catches your eye. It was dried up and rather lonely, but you hold it close to you as small tears slip down your cheeks.

The next morning, you try to give the postman your next letter but he just shakes his head in response.

“Apologies ma’am, the military has ordered a full stop for all international mail.” You thank him anyway, despite how distraught you feel.

Your wedding is within two weeks. The white dress in the corner of your room haunts you. Although lace with spring flowers were added to match the season, it only made it look like the kind of dress you wore on your deathbed.

There was no more rescheduling your wedding date, there were no more letters to look forward to, you could only look over the last letter, his final request.

You longed for Levi. Did he long for you?

Come see me, I want to see you.

Despite the spring air, a heat that resembled summer humidity burned through you.

“It’s a one way trip if you decide to head to the other side,” the hefty man tells you, “military has barred all incoming and outgoing mail, I wouldn’t be surprised if they bar incoming ships soon.”

This was it, the point of no return. You had written your last letter addressed to your parents—an apology for doing what you are doing. No, your heart hasn’t seized its rampant beating since Levi’s last letter. You need to see him.

You board without much of a glance back.

For days, sea sickness threaten to put a damper on your good (albeit nervous) mood, your only fuel the letters stored in your small suitcase, rereading them every night as the darkness of the ocean tormented you.

Finally, the crewmen announce that you will be arriving in the morning. The sun was setting off in the horizon—you clutched his last letter as you take a brief moment to absorb this feeling of resilience that surged through you. You’d get to see Levi soon, you’ve waited enough. Here, near the rails of the ship, you long for him, nerves filling your stomach.

The sea washes over the sides of the steamship, taking with it the algae stuck to it. You almost hope the waves can take you with it, the nerves getting the better of you as leant over the rail. Come see me, you read the letter over and over again, your stomach fluttering. I want to see you.

Past the plethora of persons disembarking, past the many political volunteers ushering about far-off dreams of peace that were unachievable, you navigate through unknown territory in an effort to find him. Fingers pointed, people spoke foreign directions as they glanced at the address on your envelope. It has all brought you here.

Face to face with a young girl, too young to be married.

“Ah—sorry,” you begin, “I was told Levi Ackerman lived here.”

“Yeah he does,” she begins suspiciously, “I’ll get him.” The door closes again and already you feel out of your element. Perhaps this was a mistake, you wish the ground can swallow you whole. Peering eyes look at you through a nearby window, ones that belonged to the young girl who just spoke to you, and another who you haven’t met.

“That’s her? No way,” you can hear them say. Suddenly the door opens, and dull gray eyes that bore a hint of annoyance soften and make way for a familiar glitter that reminded you of simpler times.

“Levi.”

He whispers your name, suddenly hiding his maimed hand, trying to get you to see his good side, the side with his working eye. But you don’t see that. You see the man who gifted you flowers, you see the man whose cheeks you once kissed.

You will yourself to move and you do, grabbing the hand behind him and crashing into him in an embrace. Levi’s face is red, and he glances at the window to see Gabi and Falco gawking at them. He waves them off annoyingly and they give him a thumbs-up as they pull away.

Hands come to wrap around you, lips kissing your forehead.

“You came,” he whispers into your hair.

“Of course.”

[theysangastheyslew]

IT'S CHRISTMAS IN JULY BITCHES (yes I know it's almost over shh 🤫)

Now could this have been 4 panels with Hans just plopping down on the couch, patting Levi on the shoulder and saying ''Yo I'm knocked up'', and then carrying on with their evening?

Why yes, yes indeed. But where's the struggle in that ? :')

[nonranghaes]

heads up: panic attack. vent for writer.

jisung knows how to take care of you now. he shuts your laptop, setting it aside as he quickly books it to the fridge and back to push a cold water bottle into your hands. you're getting overwhelmed, rambling up a storm about an assignment you did that now looks like you copied someone else who had the same idea. he tells you that it happens, that its normal, and to just email your professor about it... but he knows you. he knows himself. sometimes little things feel too big to handle, and they blow up like this. he holds his hands over your own, thumbs tracing alongside the inside of your wrists.

"it's okay," he says, keeping his voice as calm as he can. "it's gonna be okay. it's early enough. you haven't done any work yet. if she wants you to change it, it'll be okay. you're going to be fine."

you sniffle, tears streaming down your cheeks as you struggle to breathe as your chest grows tighter. you're babbling all over again: what if what if what if she gets mad at you what if she hasn't graded your assignment because she reached out to your advisors who's on vacation what if you're in the process of getting in major trouble for a misunderstanding and you just don't know it yet?

he kisses your forehead, gentle as can be, and his hands slide up to your biceps. "honey. i promise, it's going to be okay."

the water bottle slips from your hands, hitting the floor and rolling away as you move in to hold him. you squeeze your eyes shut, breathing growing more rapid as you try to hide. from what, you don't even know, but you bury your face in his chest and grab fistfuls of the back of his shirt. he embraces you, tracing circles on your back as you sob.

"it's okay," he says again. "just get it out..."

and you do. you sob into his shirt, losing yourself for a minute. two, five. you lose track. but you pull away, breathing a little more even, face stained with tears. and you meet his eyes after a moment, sniffling still.

"'m sorry..." you wipe at your face with your sleeve. "'m overreacting again--"

"it's okay," he cups your cheeks. "i'd panic, too. would i be overreacting?"

he knows the answer is yes. but he knows you'll say no, just because neither of you downplay each other's feelings in the moment even if you do sometimes laugh over the stupid things later on. he kisses your forehead again, wiping away some of your tears with his thumbs. he reaches down, scooping up the water bottle and offering it to you again. without a word, you accept it, twisting off the cap and taking a long sip of it before passing it back to him.

"better?" he says quietly. and when you nod, he sighs in relief. "i think... before you do your next assignment... we should do something silly."

you nod, and then reach for your laptop. "after i email her. will you--"

"yes." he kisses your cheek, always on the same wavelength as you when it comes to moments like these. "i'll read it before you send it. do you want a snack?" he stands, stretching, already ready to hunt in the kitchen for whatever will make you smile the most. "i'll grab us some snacks."

"yes, please." you open up your email, and wait a moment before turning to watch him go. "i love you."

he beams as he spins to face you one last time now, already making a heart with his arms, just to hear you laugh a little at him being silly for you. "i love you more!"

[levisrations]

Warnings: sorry more corny family stuff. Gn reader.

“Here you go bud” Levi sets down the little toddler plate, filled with cut strawberries, yogurt and some eggs, unto the high chair table.

“Tank yew”

“You’re welcome, kid”

After your toddler finishes his plate he signs he’s all done while also saying “Ah done” to his father, who was having his own breakfast next to him.

“Finished the whole plate. Good job”

Levi ruffles his sons hair and clears his little table. Then proceeds to clean his berry and yogurt stained face. Levi then sets your son down, distracted with some toys while he cleans up the kitchen.

“Alright kid, you ready to work out with your old man?” Which is just Levi lifting weights while your 1 year old is in a play pen watching his dad and playing with toys.

After a workout and some more play time. It’s time for a quick nap, so he’s not cranky when they go to see you at your job for lunch. You’ve got deadlines to meet by the end of the year so you’ve been staying late before you take a proper, long vacation with your little family. Though you and Levi made some plans to see each other during the day. You were sobbing realizing you weren’t gonna see much of them, especially your son since you had to leave before he wakes up and came home by the time he was asleep.

Thankfully you married the worlds greatest man and he came up with ways to see each other during the day. You cannot wait until vacation and spend some uninterrupted time with your little family.

[dailydelulu]

"Code Coffee" Bucky x Reader

Pairing- Bucky x fem! reader

Fluff with angst

CW: Panic attack and mentions of former abuse

(Bucky attempting, and failing, to use GenZ slang)

Context: Reader is a former HYDRA experiment adjusting to life in the Avengers Tower, unused to this life without orders, until their newfound companion Bucky comes along to help them out

Part of my fic "In Your Eyes" but can work as a oneshot

Note: Set pre- FATWS which explains Sam and Bucky's behavior and is NOT the Sam x Bucky divorce after Thunderbolts

link to fic: In Your Eyes - Chapter 1 - daily_delulu - Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

Code words, only a few small phrases, made up every fraction of your life for the past few years. Letters strung together made your every step, syllables your every action, and a sequence your every choice. 

Funny how a few words could burrow into the grooves of your brain, sink claws into the mind, and scar your memory for the rest of your life. Honestly, it terrified you how any day someone could waltz right in, say a few words, and you would fall right back into the hands of HYDRA. Those words made the world feel blank, as if a darkness shrouded everything with one singular focal point on the target ahead. Everything and anyone would be blurred out with whatever orders are given, the only clear thing. Nobody knew what it was like to have your body out of your control, to feel so far away as if a ghost looking at their own corpse while being in synch with every single twitch of a muscle, to feel even the slightest stroke against a hair to know an opponent was behind, ready to strike. As if one were with everything all at once. 

Early mornings were a habit by now, especially with your nightmares. Sleeping late had no point when only more nightmares would come. Besides, by getting up earlier, you could avoid running into anyone. 

The bitter smell of coffee filled the air, waking you up further before stopping in your tracks. Who would be up at this hour? It was 5:30 in the morning, and you hadn’t run into anyone before. 

Standing in front of the break room’s coffee pot was Bucky in a pair of gray sweatpants and a white tee shirt, hair messy from bed, gripping a cup of coffee in his metal hand.

Carefully, you walked up behind him, trying to act as normal as possible, hoping to avoid any awkward interactions. After your conversation the day before, you had no reason to distrust Bucky. He shared a similar past, holding no fearful looks or judging stares. 

“Getting coffee, too?” you asked quietly, causing him to jump, nearly spilling coffee onto the counter. Great, you’d forgotten about assassin steps, being able to walk without a noise behind anyone. For once, it didn’t come in handy.

“Wow, you scared me,” Bucky muttered, turning to look at you, “I forgot how quiet we can get.” 

Stepping up beside him, you set some coffee grounds inside. “Sorry about that.” Bucky reminded himself that none of this was your fault. 

“No, don’t worry,” his gaze softened only a fraction, “I literally had to retrain myself to remember to walk more loudly here at the tower after I kept sneaking up on everyone.”

“Tony used to yell that I was trying to assassinate him every time I snuck up on him,” he added with a laugh, although it was a bitter one. 

“So you get up early like this, too?” you asked, glancing in his direction.

“Most days, yeah,” he took a sip of coffee, “You get used to it, but you would know that, right?” Bucky wasn’t sure whether or not his early rising came from his time as a soldier in the military or from his decades spent at HYDRA. Memories from those days with the troops were somehow nostalgic and haunting all at once. Things hadn’t been easy, but at least they were easier than before he’d been kidnapped.  When he had first returned, his sense of time had been so messed up he would find himself trying to talk to Steve at 3 in the morning, feeling as if he were in the afternoon, or sleeping until noon on the rare occasion he didn’t have nightmares. 

All you could manage was a small nod, appreciating the small talk rather than the usual avoidance from the rest of the team.  “I haven’t been sleeping much,” you said as steam rolled off the coffee as it poured into your waiting Styrofoam cup below. For such a rich guy, Tony was really cheap when it came to his coffee pot. You’d considered bringing up the nightmares to Bucky, knowing he likely had experienced similar, asking if they ever went away. No, talking about your nightmares with someone was too much openness for now. 

“Old habits die hard, I guess,” he shrugged, leaning his back against the counter, “I used to be in the military, so it could be that.”

“Really?” you asked in surprise. He had been a soldier before becoming an assassin?

“For how long?”

“A while,” is all he would say, giving you the idea the subject was still too hard to talk about, so you quickly dropped it. 

“So you like coffee?” he asked, hoping to change the subject to something a little more normal. He shifted on his feet, usually rigid like a statue from years of training as an assassin. Small talk never came easily for him, always feeling so forced and out of place, pretty much like everything else in Bucky’s life.  Giving you a sense of normalcy was the only thing he could offer for now, which, from his experience, was more than anyone could give. As much as he appreciated the same sense Steve and the rest of the team had given him after wiping clean his past, there was always that distance between them. None of them understood the past could never quite be wiped clean; those who did knew blood could be washed off, but the stains forever remained. Sin of the past lingered in the shadows, hovering above like a ghost. Seeing you up and about sent the warm feeling in his chest again, one he still couldn’t quite grasp. The air was stagnant, still, with a startling lack of tension as if the air was open with so many unspoken words and unanswered questions. Where would he even begin to ask? 

He watched as your eyes darted to and through, from his metal arm, to the coffee pot, to the door as if expecting a threat to walk in any second. Analyzing and watching seemed to be the only way you could see the world. 

“I don’t know,” you admitted truthfully. After so many years of being unable to make a single choice of your own, a life defined by codes, simple acts such as making coffee felt free. Could you even make choices without feeling the sting against your skin from every punishment received from disobeying? 

Anger rose in Bucky, remembering how HYDRA took everything- your name, choices, and preferences. Pouring a cup of coffee became a struggle against orders. One thing separated the two of you. Bucky had Steve, an anchor to his past, while you had nothing, severed from any connections. Both your minds had been made blank, nothing except a vessel for HYDRA to fill up with lies, except he had someone there to fill in the blanks. Bucky felt out of place enough, so he could only imagine how much you did. A person without a name or a past, stuck with all these strange people. Lost. 

 He had asked Tony last night if anything had turned up in the search for family from your life before. Still no answers. 

 “Maybe I could find out,” you suggested, snapping him out of his thoughts, calling back to his words the day prior with a slight upturn of your lips- a not quite smile. He loosened the grip on his own, taking the last sip. 

Reaching for the cup, a slight brush of your arm against his caused a tremble to run down your body, not unnoticed by Bucky. 

“It’s okay, doll,” he assured, voice still a bit groggy from the morning, “Nobody’s going to hurt you, I promise.”

Bucky remembered the feeling, the feeling of how your skin would crawl at the slightest contact, anticipating pain. Even Steve’s pats on the back would nearly set him off, taking everything in him not to lash out. He was surprised you hadn’t tried to jab him in the gut for touching you, even by accident. Browns and whites blended together as you stirred cream into the mug, watching as a memory came back in bursts. 

Mud against snow, your face pressed into the dirt as a faceless figure held you down.

“Think about running away again, птица, and I’ll cut your wings right off!”

A knife slid down your back, along the curve of your spine, aiming to clip the nonexistent wings after daring to try and fly. 

Struggling, you’d tried to get up only to get a boot to the side, knocking the air from your lungs. 

“Big mistake,” the figure had gripped your hair, making you look him in the face- a face nothing but a cruel outline made of shadow in the blurry memory, “Stay in your cage, little bird, and this time I’ll make sure you never run away from me again.” 

Gripping the counter, you caught your breath, trying to focus as the air came in gulps as if you’d been kicked all over again. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Bucky’s hand hovered over your back, too afraid to touch. “Do I need to get Dr. Lee?”

“No,” you gasped, feeling the dizzying edge of falling into a black out, “I’m fine.”  

Asking for the doctor was useless; Bucky knew exactly what was happening. Recognizing a memory was as easy to him as knowing his left from his right. 

“Breath, just take deep breaths.” He urged softly, lowering himself a bit to meet you at eye level, “Deep ones.”

Breathe. Breath. Breath. All of this was real, not the past anymore. One, two, three…

“Good, that’s it,” he nodded, not looking away for a second, “Keep breathing.” You kept staring back at him, focusing solely on the man in front of you, noticing how his words were gentle. Not harsh, or angry, or judging…just true understanding. 

“I’m alive,” you whispered, making Bucky’s heart nearly shatter again.

How many times had you felt as if you weren’t going to make it to the next day? For some odd reason, you began to calm in his presence, which he could never begin to understand. Bucky was the image of terror, stone still and broad, with a scar that still remained carved into the edge of his brow. Slowly, you reached out, pulling his hand to your chest as he felt the rise and fall of your chest. Bucky nearly backed up from shock, not expecting you to willingly touch him, let alone get him to touch you. If it were possible to be any more shocked, you had grabbed his metal arm. The one most people shied away from or found disgusting. Your fingers had it in a death grip, making him thankful you had subjected the metal to your unnatural strength instead of breaking his fingers. A steady thump of a heart rattled against the cool metal, as his own pace began to quicken for reasons he didn’t understand altogether.  Hard and steady vibranium, soft is how the hand felt against your steadily slowing chest, more humane than anything in HYDRA, all while being the least human part of him. 

“Tell me to breathe,” you gave him a pleading look, “I need to breathe.”

Worry knitted his brow as he stared back at the desperation written across your face. Did you think you needed permission to breathe? The thought almost made his own breath go away, to think HYDRA had put you through who knows what to make you think that way.

“No more orders,” he reassured, pressing his hand firmly against you. No more orders. 

Suddenly, a gap was between the two of you, making the metal feel strangely colder than usual, leaving him confused at the change until the person he wanted to see the least. 

Idiot always has the best timing. 

“Those morning runs really help your time, not like it matters when you’re trying to keep up with Cap.” Sam sprinted into the room with a box of a dozen donuts, with a smile, completely oblivious to Bucky’s obviously annoyed glare. “I had to grab myself something sweet, so I grabbed some for everyone.”

A mask had slid into place, one worn so many times before, as a perfectly calm look settled on your face. Bucky found the change almost startling, but understood that hiding those scars running so deep was easier than exposing them to others. 

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, taking a bite of a sprinkled donut with a near-teasing smirk. 

“No,” Bucky gave him a near warning look, daring him to suggest anything from the proximity the two of them shared moments ago while he tried to think of an excuse. Anything, think of anything, Buck. “We were…uh, spilling tea.”

“What?” you and Sam said simultaneously as you stared at him. “Do you even know what that means?” you asked now in too much shock from seeing a man from the literal 1940s saying “tea.” At least the panic attack was forgotten for now. After browsing some online records while you were recovering, you had discovered Bucky had been kept alive by HYDRA for decades, explaining how Steve and he were so close. You were aware he was technically from a completely different time than you, yet it still left you in disbelief at times. Steve was easy to see, since he stuck out with his inability to turn on a computer. Bucky had adapted, probably due to HYDRA preparing him for assassinations. Something that had stopped you from looking into his life any further, unlike the rest of the team. Those stories you wanted to hear from Bucky’s mouth himself. 

“I do, it means sharing gossip or something,” Bucky crossed his arms defensively. “Shuri taught me a few words and phrases while I was being treated in Wakanda. When young people want to talk about stuff, they say tea, and when they think someone is charming, they have rizz.”

“ I don’t think rizz and charming should be used in the same sentence,” you said as Sam burst into a fit of laughter. 

“No way!” Sam nudged Bucky, causing him to shove him back lightly, “Explains why you can text so well for someone older than my grandpa, although your use of emojis could use some work.”

“Touch me again, and I’ll shove that donut somewhere you’ll never find it,” Bucky huffed, giving Sam another steely glare. You looked between the two as Sam left, giving Bucky a mock salute before going with another donut in hand. Why did these two get along so horribly?

“Sam wants you to like him, you know,” you said. 

“What?” Bucky looked at you as if you were insane. “Sam hates me, has since day one. He’d probably jump off a building without his wings before he admits he even tolerates me.”

“Don’t you see how he tries to get your attention? Or yesterday when he tried sharing those playlists with you?” 

“So?” Bucky sounded unconvinced. “He’s just tired of me playing nothing but 40s music. Where’d you get this idea anyway?” Connecting with others wasn’t his strong suit, so attempting anything with a guy like Sam seemed impossible. The whole idea was a lost cause. 

“I’m an assassin.” Something akin to a smirk tugged at your lips. “Observant, remember?” He shook his head, pouring another cup,

“How could I forget? Always watching, aren’t you?” 

Glancing over at his coffee, you teased, hoping to lighten the mood from the earlier panic, “Black? No sugar at all?”

“No, I just prefer it this way,” he said, setting the cup aside. “Always have, always will.”

“I knew it,” you pointed at his arm, “You really are a robot, no human could like plain coffee.”

“I am not a robot, technically the Wakandans called me a cyborg in a sense,” Bucky took another sip. “Plenty of people drink black coffee.” 

“No, they don’t,” you argued before taking a long sip of your own and choking on it. The coffee was bitter and rancid, with a strange, lingering aftertaste that reminded you of dirty water.

“This is awful!” you sputtered, “Why do people drink this?” So this is what people stayed in line for so long at Starbucks?

“Have you never drunk coffee before?” Bucky asked, suppressing a laugh at the way your nose scrunched up at the taste.

Conversation was difficult for him, and small talk was even worse. After so many years stuck in HYDRA, unable to speak unless ordered, social skills weren’t exactly top priority. Talking to you came easily in a way he couldn’t understand, maybe because you both felt just out of place.  No matter the explanation, having someone to talk to, someone who understood, was a nice change of pace. 

“Guess not,” you said, pouring the unholy caffeinated mix into the sink, “I just assumed I had before I was, well, taken.”

A darkness settled over the conversation again at the stark reminder, making the room heavy compared to the lightness of banter only moments before. 

“I should go,” you turned to the door before he spoke up, “If you ever want coffee again, let me know.”

Although you knew the “coffee” he was referring to wasn’t actual coffee, instead, what he had done for you, pulling you out of a waking nightmare. 

“I will,” you agreed before turning out the door, feeling as if a small weight had been lifted, falling away. 

“By the way, sugar helps with the taste,” he called down the hall as you went back towards your quarters. “I’ll keep that in mind!”

Coffee. A new code word. One that felt a lot like a new beginning. 

[tenjikyu]

why is the eren jeager tag full of smut it’s legit so damn BORING 😭 i’m going on looking for quality content and dick/pussy is SHOVED INTO MY FACE. ffs do you not want to just hold the poor dude? idk man. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE SHITTY MODERN AU ISTG

[rissouu]

just thinking about guitarist!armin who asks if you wanted to go on a late night drive and of course you couldn’t decline, (you just loved feeling like a passenger princess in his tinted out srt). his hand gripped on the thick skin of your thigh as he nodded his head to the guitar notes— deftones played lowly in the background and both of you guys basked in the music. deftones had a way of soothing you and made you feel like you were on cloud 9, same for armin. “wanna go get some food mama?” his beautiful blue eyes met yours when he reached a red light, and you couldn’t lie. the eye contact plus his hand toying with the skin of your thigh had you feeling things.. “mm yes baby, but after could we head back home?” a look of confusion spread across his face since he thought you loved night drives, why were you in such a rush to go home all of sudden? “we could but why- oh?” it took him a while but he finally pieced everything together once he studied your facial expressions. he knew that look— knew it almost better than anything else honestly, the blonde chuckled lowly as he felt his dick practically jumping. “anything for you my princess..”

[catgrandpa]

Does anyone have any good Tim Drake centric batfam fics, but where he’s more canon than fanon?

Like don’t get me wrong, if you found my bookmarks you would know just how much I love Tim “sad puppy abandoned in an alleyway in the rain” Drake, but I do miss the sass.

[starrylevi]

You’re walking up to Levi, catching him as he hands a swirled lollipop to the last child on line. You see him take a pause for a short moment, staring at the lollipop with a small frown as if he’s remembering something. He briefly closes his eyes, lamenting in whatever memory is in his head before opening them and giving the excited child the treat. For anyone else, this doesn’t mean anything. But you know Levi, and he’s had moments like these before, when anything in his environment triggers a memory. He wears the same pained expression every time, and every time you feel your heart ache.

“Hey.” You say softly with a small smile as you approach him, gently placing your hand on his forearm.

He looks up at you, his eyes sad and childlike for a moment before he answers. “Hey.” He sighs.

You hate seeing him like this. “You know….they’re probably making fun of you right now.” You tease, trying to make him feel better.

You watch Levi’s eyebrows knit together out of confusion.

“Hange would never let you live this down.” You clarify for him, referring to the fact that he was giving out candy.

Levi immediately rolls his eyes but you see a ghost of a smile on his lips. It doesn’t last long. “Good ol four eyes…” You hear him say quietly, looking straight ahead as his features soften at the thought of them.

You move your hand from the loose grip on his arm to his shoulder before leaning down to mumble into his hair. “I miss them too.”

You feel Levi’s hand move over to where your hand is resting on his shoulder, his two fingers securing your hold on him. His touch is gentle but firm. He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t have to. He lets out a small hum of approval, briefly closing his eyes at the feeling of comfort you bring him.

You can’t bring back his fallen comrades; you can’t replace them either. You know you can’t fill that hole. However, that doesn’t stop you from pouring love into it.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

"Come Home with Me Tonight" | Levi Fluff Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ ~1.1k ✧ notes ➼ fem!reader, fwb to lovers, mutual pining, alcohol, no use of y/n, some suggestive commentary but no actual smut (yet), idk i originally wanted to write something for valentine's day but then realized that this has nothing to do with valentine's day LMAO but here you go

Formal events were never Levi's thing. He had grown up in the Underground and lived a life that was the complete opposite of the world he currently found himself in—a world filled with formalities and facades he couldn't be bothered to keep up with. Thankfully, it was just for the night, but it was still a drag to keep up with.

He sipped at his glass of bourbon as he struggled to pay attention to the work drama that Hange was chattering to Erwin and Miche about. It was long-winded and convoluted and the pieces stopped connecting for him long ago.

Levi getting immediately distracted upon seeing you walk in didn't help either.

His movements briefly stopped as his eyes landed on you. You had strolled into the venue wearing a loose-fitting dress that perfectly fell over your features. The color complemented your eyes and your hair was flowing loosely over your shoulders. Your outfit was very minimal, yet Levi couldn't take his eyes off you.

Levi's somewhat mesmerized gaze was immediately transformed into a frown as soon as he saw that you were accompanied by a date, with some overly pompous recruit following after you like a lost puppy.

He immediately turned back towards the conversation in an attempt to distract himself, but it was getting more and more difficult the longer that the night went on. He kept on swapping his gaze over to you, despite his best efforts to swallow down the jealousy arising within the back of his head.

It didn't help that you didn't seem particularly taken by your date either.

As the party went on, socializing became more draining, and you quickly found yourself outside of the venue on your own, leaning against the balcony. It gave you some solitude as you looked over the seaside. With the sun just beginning to set, the scene was pretty and it gave you some time to relax to stave off some of the tension building within you purely from the sheer amount of people in the building.

"Too crowded for you?"

You turned around towards the door and saw Levi's distinct figure approaching you.

You weren't that surprised to see him. You had been friends with benefits for a few months at this point, casually meeting up with each other to relieve stress after a chaotic work day, although you had been avoiding him for the past week or so due to some confusing feelings that were beginning to arise whenever you were around him.

"...started talking about work relations," you responded with a sigh. "Lost interest pretty quickly after that."

You watched as he walked up next to you, leaning his back against the balcony railing, before passing you the drink in his hand. He had picked up your favorite for you.

"And you? Got tired of Hange talking about their work drama?"

"You could say that," Levi grumbled, which clearly indicated just how spot-on your prediction was.

You sipped on the drink he had ordered for you, subtly smiling that he had not only brought you it, but also that he paid enough attention to know your taste palette.

Your eyes occasionally flickered up to look at him, with you noticing just how stupidly attractive he looked in a suit every time your eyes landed on him.

"Where'd your 'date' run off to?"

His question pulled you out of your daze, and it took you a second to reorient yourself.

"Date?" you asked, momentarily forgetting the recruit that you had dragged along to the venue. "Oh. Him? He's just a recruit that wanted to start networking or whatever, so he just tagged along. Owed him a favor anyway."

The clarification helped resolve any lingering feelings of jealousy present within him, but he was annoyed at himself for even getting jealous in the first place. The two of you weren't in a relationship, and it was never implied that it was where you were headed.

Still, he found himself perpetually bothered throughout the night at the fact that you had shown up to the venue with someone else.

As Levi fell silent, you noticed him begin to shuffle around awkwardly, with his hands casually resting in his pockets.

Your eyes wandered down from his eyes to his neck, noticing that his collarbones were showing from the top two buttons of his shirt being undone. Feeling your body begin to heat up, your eyes continued traveling lower, with your gaze falling on how his suit jacket seemed to be hugging the curve of his back, before going back up as you noticed how the color of his tie seemed to make his grey eyes even more intense to look into.

It didn't take long before you found yourself imagining yourself in bed with him again. No one had ever been able to pleasure you as much as Levi could, yet you still found yourself avoiding him and dismissing your desire for his touch due to one reason: you were falling in love with him.

Distressed upon finally connecting the pieces, you immediately set your drink down and began to move to head back inside.

"...I'm gonna go check on Nanaba and the others-"

"Wait," Levi interrupted, his hand reaching out to gently grab onto your arm to keep you from leaving. "Don't go."

You paused and looked up at him. It had been a while since you've last slept together. You had assumed that this was where he was going with his request for you to stay, given the fact that you barely ran into each other without it ending up with you in his arms as he fucked the stress out of you.

"...I can meet you after?" you suggested. "Hooking up at this fancy venue might not be the best idea."

"Tch." He let out a quiet tut as he let go of your wrist and leaned back towards the railing. "It's not that."

You blinked at him in confusion, slightly tilting your head. "Then what?"

"...is it wrong of me to want more than just a meaningless fuck?"

Your lips parted in surprise, with your eyes widening, as you realized that those feelings brewing underneath the surface between you were real, and more importantly, reciprocated.

"Levi..." you whispered. "...what are you saying?"

He was silent for a moment, and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was trying to figure out what to say. Finally, he looked directly back into your eyes, before whispering,

"...come home with me tonight."

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SUCKA 4 LUV 💋

aot au college fanfic

MDNI 18+

*Reader will be referred as Bunnie*

fae’s commentary: I will edit soon this but I just wanted to post this already.

CHAPTER ONE:

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Y/N {Bunnie} Y/L/N

-insta: @ y/nswrld

- bunnie 💋 / honeybuns🫤

Dominic {Mico} Vincent

-insta @ boyfckboy

- Dominos 😤/ Daddy?

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Daddy? :

bro....

honeybuns🫤 :

wut

Daddy? :

come to class dummy

and bring my fucking charger bitch

honeybuns🫤 :

No and fuck you

Save my seat 🙄

Daddy? :

too late someone took it already

I didn't try to save it either

honeybuns🫤 :

bitch

Now I gotta sit by randos

Nvm

Look at ur phone 😭😭

🚨Fine shyt 🚨

Daddy? :

you embarrassing me from afar���

geeked as hell you don't even know his name 🤦🏻‍♂️

honeybuns🫤:

got his insta though😜

he asked if I wanna chill after class with his people

I said yes and you are coming too

Daddy? :

NO🤨

you always do this 😭

Fine but we smoking yo shit

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Constance {Connie} Springer

-insta @ conniesocool

- con🤣

Jean Kirstein

-insta @ jeanboy

-John 😁

Sasha Braus

-insta @ sashab

- Sasha 😘

Outfits :)

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"You got my charger honey?" Mico walked up to where Bunnie was sitting, packing her notebooks in her tote bag. "Don't call me that." Bunnie scrunches her face looking up at Mico, her longtime best friend, "I don't, it's in my room."

Mico leaned against the desk behind him crossing his arms, watching as she finished putting her stuff away. "Who are we meeting up with?" He spoke as she finished, both of them exiting the classroom.

"His name is Connie, I told him we'd meet him at the spot where his friends are because I wanna talk to the professor real quick."

"Also, we gotta stop at robotics classroom right now, I need to check something." Mico sighed running his hand through his hair. "Nerd." Bunnie smirks nudging him on his arm, "You've been working on that robot for months, I see grey hairs already."

Bunnie pulls out a single paper and walks up to the professor while Mico walks behind her.

"Y/n? You finished it already?" Professor Hange asked shockingly, "Yes I was hoping you could look it over and mark down whatever improvements I can do and all that jazz."

"I'm sure it'll be great, I'll email you later this week. Mico, how's the coding going." She looked at the boy standing sluggishly behind Bunnie. "Hange that shit sucks when I'm doing it and sucks when I'm not doing it. I'm about to go check it right now to see if I can get it to download." (Authors note: I don't know shit about robotics or coding so google will be my best friend)

Hange chuckles leaning back in her chair, "I'm sure it'll be amazing. Alright I only have a few moments before my next class, see you guys later."

They waved bye and walk out the classroom talking about random stuff as they headed to the robotics room. Before Mico opened the door he looks at Bunnie, "Remember don't touch shit, and keep-"

"Yea yea yea keep my water away from your robots." Bunnie rolls her eyes playfully as they enter the room. Mico was very much a robotics goof. He has a real passion for robotics, engineering, coding, etc.

The late nights Mico would sleepover at Bunnie's dorm (his excuse, her bed is more comfy, real reason, that's his bestie) and stay up all night working on whatever codings he needed to get done while she would yap or sleep.

Bunnie watched as Mico walked over to a his recent project and typed a few things on the computer. He was very strict about the rules he has for the room. No food or drinks near the robo- well everything really. She looked at her phone after hearing it go off

conniesocool: heyyy you still coming?

y/nswrld: yuuhhh, just with my hb, we finna be there soon

conniesocool: ok, you got classes soon? we gonna get some food when you get here

y/nswrld: nah this was our only class today, we won't be long

"Alright, everything is downloading, ima see if one of the guys can check it out later. That shit finna take at least 6 hours." Mico said sending a quick text and typing back on the computer.

"When's the competition?" Bunnie ask slipping her phone in her pocket watching him finish up on the computer.

"End of the month, so like 15-20 more days." Mico answered taking a picture of the screen. He walked towards Bunnie as they left the classroom.

"Should I make another sign?" Bunnie joked at the first and last time she ever made a sign to show her support for Mico, he immediately shut that shit down since it said 'Go Daddy!'

"Hell no man, and if you do ima tell security to remove your small ass." He laughed as they walked, him mainly following Bunnie to wherever they were going.

"Why would you put go daddy, you got daddy issues fr."

She rolled her eyes, "You should really be thanking me because I was the only loud one there and cheering for your team."

"Shuddddduup."

"Next time I'll bring tomatoes."

"I'll actually catch a charge if you throw tomatoes at my work."

"Yea wha-ohh look that's him." Bunnie hits his arm softly when she saw Connie sitting on the table with two other people, one guy and a girl. Connie noticed Bunnie and smirked, holding his hand up. The both of them approach the table, "Hey." Bunnie says to Connie with a small smile.

"Hey mami." He smiles hopping off the table, "Guys this is Y/N or Bunnie, she prefers to be called and her friend..."

"Mico." Mico finished hearing Connie linger off. "Bunnie, Mico, this is Jean, and Sasha, one is my favorite person in the world and the other is an absolute pain in my ass." Connie laughed.

"I fucking love your hair." Sasha said smiling, "and I'm obviously his favorite person."

"Thank you, your fit is cool shit too." Bunnie smiles, "I've seen you before." Jean comments looking at Mico.

"Yea? Lemme guess, in your mom's phone. " Mico jokes. Bunnie and Sasha laughs while Connie goes on to be an instigator. "Nah I'm kidding," Mico chuckles. "Yeaaa you better be." Jean sends a harmless glare his way.

"I'm still curious where you think you know my friend from." Bunnie asked raising a brow, "you got other friends I don't know about?" She looked at Mico.

"Now you know damn wel-"

"You do computer science?" Jean interrupted asking Mico, "nahh close, robotics but it kinda dabbles in to all of that." Mico answered swaying side to side.

"You know Armin? He's in one of those classes." Jean replied watching him.

"Honestly, no, though I will say I heard of him. I know he comes down to help with the coding for other teams but I pretty much do that stuff for my team so." Mico said.

"Blah blah Let's go get some food, my stomach is so empty." Sasha groans dramatically slumping her body on jeans side. "Sasha you're just big." Connie snickered as the three grabbed their stuff.

"Where are we eating at?" Mico asked following them, "The best pizza place ever, I'll drive." Jean turned his head to look at the two. Bunnie shrugged and followed suit, Mico right beside her.

"Yo?" Sasha answered her ringing phone, "yea we heading there right now...... You know what I want, stop playing dumb.....mkayyy bye see you sexy."

"Annie said they are waiting for us and to hurry up." Sasha announced while they wait for Jean to open his car door.

"There's more people? I should've smoked first." Bunnie sighed. "No way you smoke?" Connie asked looking at her as they got in the car. Jean and Connie in the front and Sasha, Bunnie, and Mico in the back. "Not often." Bunnie responds as she leans on Mico's shoulder

"Your fucking lying." Mico snorts knowing she smokes a lot. It's not too much but it's definitely often. "I'll kill you, and kiss you after shut up." Bunnie pinches his arm.

Mico winces at the kiss part, ew, "I'd probably die twice."

"Anyways, yea we smoke, I actually have a few blunts rolled up in my dorm waiting for me." She smiled remembering. "For me too." Mico adds nodding his head as well causing Bunnie to roll her eyes.

"You guys should come to this kick back later on today. I can text you." Sasha says from beside Bunnie. "Who's all gonna be there and whats your number?" Bunnie pulls out her phone.

New contact: Sasha 😘

"It's just gonna be a few friends of all of us. And a few of their friends. The people you are about to meet are gonna be there. They're all chill people." Connie answers while changing the song that was playing.

"I should make a group chat." Sasha thinks before making the group chat of her Connie, Jean and Bunnie. Bunnie adds Mico to the chat.

New contacts: Con🤣, John😁

"We are here at last." Jean says parking his car and turning it off, "be prepared to be mind blown from this pizza."

"I'm holding you to it, I don't play about my pizza." Mico says.

"Okay dominos." Bunnie teased as everyone laughed softly.

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Bertolt Hoover -insta @ berthoov -beehive 🍯

Anne Leonhardt -insta @ notann1e - Annie🛸

Ymir Hoover -insta @ y.mir.y -ymir 🎭

- Reiner Braun -insta @ Reiner25 -big boy 🫡

Historia Reiss -insta @ historiaxo -historia 🧸

(Pls ik I spelt Big Macs name wrong, not too much on me & also ymir and boogywoogy are siblings)

"Hey over here." Annie yelled as she seen Sasha, Connie, Jean, and two new people. The group made their way to the booth. "Hey girl." Sasha said giving Annie a hug then sitting down. "New people?" Ymir commented sounding closed off.

"Cool people, this is Bunnie and Mico." Connie said sitting down next to sasha. "Hey." Bunnie says, "Whats up bear." Mico says giving him a handshake, "Mico, good to see you." Bear smiled.

Everyone takes their seats, "I see you know bertolt already." Jean says, "that's his sister ymir, then Reiner and Annie."

"Historia should be here soon too." Ymir speaks putting her phone down. "How do you guys know each other though." She looks at Bear and Mico.

"Music class." They both say at the same time then look at each other and laugh. "He's crazy on the bass too." Bear adds. "Ahhh not too much on me." Mico leans back into the chair shaking his head, "I haven't been playing lately."

"What about you, what do you do?" Ymir looks at Bunnie. "Film and screenwriting."

"Ohh you make movies?" Sasha asked her eyes widening. "Soon, right now we are just going through scripting and shit. But we do have a short film assignment coming up." (Authors note: I don't know anything about what they do in those classes so please😅)

"Let us act for you." Connie says. "It's you signing us up for shit." Jean rolls his eyes with a smile.

"Bunnie does that to me all that time," Mico laughs. "I'd be down, the camera loves me." Ymir smirks leaning forward. "Yea no me too, just no crazy shit." Reiner agrees.

"Bet, I'll keep that in mind. You guys got insta?" Bunnie asked. They 4 of them nodded and they swapped instagrams.

New followers: @ berthoov, notann1e, reiner25, y.mir.y

"I only follow back my girl, so I won't follow back if you don't mind that." Ymir tells Mico and Bunnie.

"Need that." Bunnie sighs leaning her head on her hand, "I wish someone would do that for me."

"I can." Connie smirks, "boy I can tell by your page itself you're a whore, no offense." Bunnie and some others laugh.

"You'd be surprised how many bitches try to come up to me thinking I'm fucking with him, that shit is actually disgusting. He's like my twin for real." Sasha laughs.

"Hey guys sorry I'm late." A blonde girl comes up to the table and sits by ymir, "oh hi?" She looks at Bunnie and Mico.

"Hey baby, you're all good." Ymir says wrapping her arm around her waist.

"That's Ymir's girlfriend, Historia. Historia, Mico and Bunnie." Bear says. "Hi, your outfit is so pretty." Bunnie says with a smile.

"Thanks, I like yours too." Historia smiles back and her and Mico.

"The FOOD, finally." Sasha exclaims excitedly. The waitress brings 3 pizzas, 2 pastas, a bowl of deep dish pasta, and a plate of wings and fries. "Looks like I came just in time." Historia smiles.

"This looks good as fuck." Mico looks at Jean, "told ya."

Everyone begins to eat and talk occasionally. Sasha was too busy stuffing her face alongside Connie.

"Dayum girl you can eat for real." Bunnie laughs taking another bite.

"The best way to her heart is food." Jean shrugs as he eats is own plate of food.

"This pizza is so good." Mico groans taking another bite. They continue to eat and talk amongst each other.

*******

"Which side of the dorms you guys stay at?" Jean asked as Mico closed the back door.

"East but towards the back." Bunnie answered leaning her head back as she sat in the middle. "I'm in that area too, we should chill sometimes." Sasha told her then proceeded to drink her soda she got from the pizza place.

"Come over now, we can smoke." Bunnie shrugged. Jean pulled out the parking lot and headed towards the dormitory.

"I'll drop you guys off, I gotta go run some errands." Jean spoke as he turned the corner. "What kinda errands?" Connie questioned in a teasing way. "The kind that's not your damn business." Jean laughed softly. "Sounds like he about to go fuck." Mico commented and sasha snickered, "yea he definitely is."

"My problem is I'm nosey and wanna know who." Bunnie questioned curiously.

"Yea me too, you've been running 'errands' for like two weeks," Connie added poking his arm.

Jean rolled his eyes as he pulled into the east side dorms and drove slower towards the backside, "it's not either if you guy's business....and I never said that."

"I thought we was friends." Mico exclaimed jokingly.

"Bro we literally just met today." Jean laughed.

"Are you saying we aren't cool enough to be friends?" Bunnie raised a brow.

"Nah you guys definitely are," Jean laughed as his car came to a slow stop, "but get the fuck out, I got business to handle."

Connie dapped up Jean and Sasha slapped his head as they said bye. Bunnie and Mico waved bye and they all got out the car watching as he drove away faster.

"He's definitely on the way to go get his dick wet." Bunnie laughed before turning towards the entrance. The other followed suit, Mico walking faster to open the door.

"Thanks daddy." Bunnie winked at him playfully and Mico flinching externally, "please stop."

"Daddy is crazy." Connie said amused, "that's yo man?"

"Hell nah, I do not swing that way," Mico laughed. "Oh my gosh I would've never guessed." Sasha said shockingly, holding a small smile on her face.

"What can I say," Mico shrugged nonchalantly, "that's just me."

"Shut up Dominic." Bunnie snorts as she walks up the stairs, the others following behind.

"Y/n don't full name me." Mico scrunched his face at her.

They eventually make it to the floor Bunnies room is in, "my room may or may not be a mess so bew-"

"Girl open the damn door so I can go use the bathroom." Mico interrupts impatiently waiting. "I'll actually drag you down this hall." Bunnie glares at him while opening the door.

"It's not too bad." Sasha says as they walk inside, "my room is worse trust me, plus i love the decorations. And you don't have a roommate, lucky as fuck."

"Thank you thank you. And unfortunately, I do have a roommate, Mico like to come here all the time." Bunnie laughs taking off her boots.

Mico emerges from the bathroom and sits on the mini sofa, pulling out the ashtray from the small coffee table.

"Damn can I light it?" Bunnie dramatically asked sitting next to him.

"Nah remember what I said, I'm smoking your shit."

Connie and Sasha come sit down as well and Mico lights the blunt. "Music?" Mico asked as he takes a hit.

"Only if you play your newest song." Bunnie says tucking her feet under her.

"No, I need to fix it up still."

"I wanna hear it." Sasha says, "yea me too." Connie agrees.

"Fine." Mico said passing the blunt to Bunnie and pulls out his phone. He hooks it up to the speaker and plays his track.

Bunnie hits the blunt, inhaling the smoke for a few seconds and holding it in for a bit and watches as the smoke leaves her mouth, she takes a few more hits before ashing it and passing it off to sasha.

The music plays through the speaker starting with a soft bass and piano melody. Bunnie hums softly to the beat of the guitar stars playing.

"You play other instruments besides the bass?" Sasha asked passing the blunt to Connie. "I dabble in them but I know the bass more. Bunnie helps with some instruments too." Mico replies kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

"You should play it at this underground club called Edge. They have days where people can come up and sing or do whatever." Connie says blowing the smoke out.

"Bro tell me why we've been trying to go there, but we don't know where it's at." Bunnie shot up looking at Connie.

"Or you don't know the right people. We go there all the time." Connie smirked hitting the blunt once more and passing it back to Mico.

"Next time you go, take us." Bunnie eyeballed Connie as he blew the smoke out, sucking it back in through his nose, "sure."

"So you guys coming to the kickback?" Sasha questions, "also I am hungry, I'm gonna raid your mini fridge."

"It's probably empty, I haven't gone to get food this week." Bunnie says watching as sasha got up and opened the mini fridge, "and yea I guess we can slide. Help me pick out an outfit?"

"Hell yeah." Sasha says pulling out a popsicle and turning back to Bunnie. Mico passes the blunt to Bunnie before she gets up and walks to the side of the room where her clothes were, sasha following.

The boys watch as they look for clothes, making a mess on her bed. "Gosh finding an outfit is the worst, i might just wear sweats." Bunnie sighs handing the blunt to Sasha, "wipe your lips so you don't get my blunt wet."

Sasha did so, taking the blunt and hitting it a few times, "all of your clothes are cute as fuck, we need to go shopping together."

"When I do go shopping, most of the shirts are Mico's. Maybe some pants too." Bunnie admitted, "but I would love to go."

"YOU SHOULD WEAR THIS." Sasha exclaims pulling out a short ass skirt, Bunnie laughed, "Fuck no, I get cold too quick."

"Lying ass." Mico walked up to take the blunt from Sasha.

"Bitch fuck you," Bunnie muttered, "wait lemme wear those pants of yours I like."

"No." Mico flipped her off, "why not, you said I could." Bunnie pouted, "I have a good fit in mind."

"Because I never get my clothes back." Mico shrugged walking back to the couch. "You act like you don't know where my closet is you silly billy......please." Bunnie looks at him with pleading eyes.

"Fuck...fine." Mico shakes his head leaning back into the couch, continuing his conversation with Connie.

"It's gonna be simple but I kinda wanna skate a bit." Bunnie turns back to sasha pulling out a tank top. "You should teach me how to skate, Eren never wants to teach me because I'm too clumsy." Sasha says, "but I've gotten better."

"Eren?" Bunnie asked as she starts putting her clothes away(shoving them back in the drawers) "you'll meet him if he's at the kickback." Sasha answers handing her clothes while she finishes her popsicle. "Okay. And sure, trust me I know how hard it seems at first, Mico hated teaching me how to skate." Bunnie softly laughs remembering those days.

"Ayo sasha, we should head back to get ready." Connie tells her.

"You're right, I'll see you soon and I'll text you the details." Sasha says.

"I'm walking with you, ima go with Mico to his dorm so i can steal his pants." Bunnie says grabbing the shirt and belt she's gonna wear.

"Right." Sasha nods.

Mico puts out the blunt and they all put on their shoes and grab their things. Bunnie locks her dorm after everyone leaves. "We can walk y'all to your dorms, my dorm is the furthest." Mico says placing his hands in his front pockets.

"Which side are you on?" Sasha asked as she walks next to Connie who slings his arm over her shoulders. "West mid area." Mico simply says.

"I'm in the front of the east and Connie is front on the north side." Sasha replies.

"Damn bro you across campus basically."Connie laughs as they walked down the stairs.

"I see why his bitches think you are a couple." Bunnie chuckles holding in the railing. "Ew please don't say that." Sasha cringes pushing his arm off her.

They continue to walk to Sasha's dorm, "bye I'll see you later." Bunnie hugs sasha before she goes inside. "Bye Bunnie, we're gonna have so much fun. Bye Mico, see you soon Connie." She says before disappearing into her dorm.

"One down, one more to go." Bunnie comments as they walk towards Connie's dorm. Connie opens the building to exit the east side premises. Mico and Connie continue their conversation while Bunnie zones out walking next to Mico.

"You good honey?" Mico asked before groaning after receiving a slap in his ribs by her. "Stop calling me that."

"Fuck you honey buns." He spits out rubbing his rib. Connie laughs, "whats wrong with it?"

"He's been calling me that since the first time he watched me kill a while pack of honeybuns the first time we got high." She rolls her eyes, "and he knows I hate that nickname."

"You call me daddy knowing I don't like that shit either." Mico points out.

"How long y'all knew each other?" Connie asked looking between the both of them.

"Our parents are high school friends." Bunnie answers as they crossed the street to enter the north side dormitories. "Damn that's a long ass time. I knew sasha the longest, since like middle school. Everyone else you guys are gonna meet either highschool or from here." Connie responds walking a bit faster to hold open the door.

They walk down the hallway straight to Connie's dorm. "Right in the front." Connie says as they approach his door hearing faint sounds coming from inside.

"Seems like I was right, he is fucking." Connie shakes his head at his roommate Jean.

"Damn," Bunnie's eyes widen, "DAMN." She says louder hearing the banging go louder and faster. Mico laughs and looks at Connie, "how do you do it."

"Very loud music." Connie says before banging on the door to let Jean know he's coming in. The sounds stop shortly and another door slams closed. "coast is clear, see y'all soon." Connie said opening his room door.

"Tell Jean I need that." Bunnie jokes before Connie shakes his head no and closes his door.

"You know what you gonna wear?" Bunnie asked Mico as they exited the building and headed towards the west side dormitories.

"Kinda, you nervous?" Mico looks down at Bunnie.

"A bit but so far they all seem chill, whats the worst that can happen?" Bunnie smiles softly at Mico.

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Chapter 2:

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happy jearmin week!! @twoboys-onesoul

day 1: stargazing

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I had one of those moments while I was writing where I was like “if I write this Andy/Nile fic with an explicit sex scene, am I just fetishizing wlw sex?” And then I remembered the whole fic is going to be around 10k words and the sex part is not even 1k, there aren’t enough f/f fics in the first place, and I am (more or less) a woman who loves women. It was exactly like this: