#they’ve been giving each other the silent treatment for a week now bc of it

[pictureswithboxes]

The thing about franmaya is that they’re both the type of people to get mad at their significant other because of something that happened in a dream.

[leviiattacks]

Hi, you're a very talented writer and your works are very beautiful. Can I request one where Levi's fem s/o does the ignore your boyfriend prank? Thank you so much and take care of yourself ❤️

author note :: thank youuu i’m glad you think that anon !! this isn’t good at all bc i’m just very sick and yeah,,, i’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations but i needed something to do and ended up finishing this. hmmm what is this is it fluff?? idk it’s captain levi and survey corps member reader though :-) requests are open so feel free to drop by if you’d like :D word count :: 3.4k 

you should NOT be bothering levi as much as you are because he understands you need your own space to relax sometimes

but come on... you’ve been ignoring him for an unreasonable amount of time now??

and he’s not talking about groggy ignoring, it’s not the type you do when you’ve just awoken from a restless night’s sleep

no. you’re talking to everyone apart from him.

and it’s driving him up a literal wall

did he do something wrong???

has he made a mistake so large that you’re too scared to bring it up???

are you finally sick of him??

will you break up with him?

levi winces when thinking of that specific question

but he’s the type to silently keep his worries to himself as soon as he sees any indication of a bad omen

currently, he’s mentally preparing himself for you to break the news to him any day now

but little does he know you’ve just pulled a prank hoping for him to whine and complain a little

the point of this all is to elicit an out of character reaction

;-)

the idea came from historia at first

her playing such a foul trick on ymir didn’t go unnoticed and little by little ymir’s resolve crumbled away throughout the day

she went quite literally ballistic trying to get historia’s attention

and watching it all play out made you want to try it out with levi

you’d be a FOOL not to

WELL!!!! the fun part about this is that you’re a bit actually, no. a lot, more stubborn than historia!!!

and instead of committing to the prank for a day you’ve chosen to see how far you can stretch this out

if you have to drag it out for two days so be it

you have good reason to

levi isn’t the most affectionate man, your relationship is kept a total secret from all of the cadets

meaning pda never happens

and,,, listen you would love to kiss him before expeditions without having to drag him behind your horse for cover

to be frank the back of a horse does smell rather unpleasant and it’s not as romantic as you’d like for it to be

honestly you’d rather have everyone stare and gawk in awe watching the two of you make out

seeing them put two and two together realizing what it is that’s going on between you and the captain would be hilarious

especially since reiner said last week he could never picture levi dating anyone

AND!! he even had the audacity to say he thinks someone like him would never date someone on the team

is it really not that obvious to them?

do you and levi lack chemistry?

silently fuming you walk away and even then none of the cadets get the hint

but you do think mikasa has known for a while. her senses are sharp and whenever she sees you and levi together she makes a u-turn heading in the opposite direction away from the both of you

but even if she does she isn’t going to tell anyone about it unless she’s directly asked so it’s not like the cat will be out of the bag any time soon

it’s silly getting worked up over reiner’s comments but it’s kinda disheartening having the relationship be kept a secret

and you thought even if it was there would be at least a hint of a rumour, like it should be decently obvious it’s been months since the two of you began to see each other

ESSENTIALLY, this is your plan to “accidentally” let the cadets figure it out

eventually levi will have to get restless enough to do something bold

that’s what you think will happen

but then the reality of the situation hits you at the end of the first day

he seems to be dealing with it just fine ?????

after giving him the cold shoulder he shows no signs of returning at all

...

WHY IS IT NOT WORKING???

mayday mayday mayday....?!??

red alert....?!??

you are about to bang your head against a wall he’s the one who’s meant to be suffering over this not you

but again, you’re stubborn and won’t give in easily

by the end of day one levi has approached you two times

two...

each time you’ve given him completely blunt responses

it’s frustrating you that he’s just dealing with it as it comes

and when he does speak to you it’s not to ask what’s wrong

the first time he approaches you is to ask if you’ve seen petra around which makes your blood boil a little because everyone knows petra has a big, fat, MASSIVE crush on him

you know he won’t ever reciprocate or anything for a number of reasons but you can’t help but feel annoyed

the second time he speaks to you is to ask if you’re willing to help hange out with some paperwork

??????

he doesn’t even look interested in asking you what’s wrong

honestly you would drop this plan but you’re in too deep now

may as well keep it up.

the second day rolls around and it’s not your best day

you burn breakfast

trip over a broom and hit your leg rather hard against the dining table

spill an ENTIRE cup of tea over hange’s important documents

and you haven’t slept a wink after overthinking your relationship status for hours on end

maybe this prank wasn’t a great idea

you’re hunched over the documents close to tears not knowing how you can save them now

there’s nothing you can do and even though you know hange will be okay with it, (they’ve never cared much for paperwork) you just don’t want to inconvenience them with this mess

“y/n?”

looking up you see eren standing by the doorway of the kitchen watching with a humored expression as you place paper towels over the disaster you’ve created

“captain’s looking for you.”

perking up a little internally you make sure to remain as disinterested as possible on the surface

“what does he need?”

“i don’t know he didn’t say.”

“tell him i’m busy.”

and that’s all that occurs during day two

you pass by levi and occasionally his gaze flicks to you but he doesn’t take any action to address you in public or in private

you end up going to bed even more disappointed than you were the first night

the prank definitely isn’t going the way you want and instead of it leading to levi cornering you in front of everyone and dipping you into a dreamy swoon worthy kiss it’s led to you developing doubts.

many doubts.

but you aren’t giving up any time soon, now more than ever you want to be reassured levi even wants this relationship because he’s not acting like it

it’s admittedly a bitch move on your part for pulling this prank in the first place but you expected him to ask how you were doing it has been forty-eight hours after all

if the roles were reversed you’d force him into a room until he would tell you

so you can’t explain his weird behaviour at all

maybe he doesn’t like you as much as you think

that thought makes your eyes sting at the corners

he’s always been reserved and a little lost when it comes to opening up but you’re beginning to lose hope if he finds it this hard to ask if you’re okay

drifting off to sleep before you can wallow in your thoughts any more you wish tomorrow is better

it’s the third day and to say you’re exhausted is an understatement

midday and you’re training in the sweltering heat

the lack of sleep you’ve had recently paired with your stress isn’t doing you any good

a little dizzy you attempt to hold onto a nearby tree for stability but end up somehow missing the mark by a MILE??

tumbling to the floor painfully you hiss at the collision and rub the back of your head which is now sore

footsteps approach you in a hurry and for the first time in days you’re face to face with levi

“you okay?” concern is very much evident in his voice and that eases your nerves

without you even responding he’s turning you around just to check in case

nodding wordlessly you try to get to your feet when you feel a shift.

your ankle without warning gives out on you and you’re sent crashing back down to the ground

closing your eyes and bracing for impact you’re pleasantly surprised when levi catches you by the waist

your weight is leaning onto him and you’re looking down to the floor

hange is yelling from across the courtyard telling levi to drop you off at the infirmary but he doesn’t need to be told that

his instincts do the talking for him and he’s already slung you over his shoulder and begins carrying you towards the base

“levi. put. me. down. this position’s embarrassing.”

he doesn’t respond and you can hear sasha and connie cackling at the compromising situation

swatting his back you’re huffing and puffing yet he’s still ignoring you

you’re being given the silent treatment but you suppose you do deserve it

sighing you deal with the stares you receive on the way there

this is levi and at this point nothing is seen as abnormal when he does it

you can’t really look behind you to see levi’s expression either but when a cadet walks past and mouths “y/n, what the hell did you do??” you know you’re in for it

eventually he reaches the infirmary and without even letting you get a word in he plops you onto the bed albeit a little rough

“what’s with the cold shoulder?” he places both his arms by your sides leaving you trapped

“i-”

“if you want to break up you can just say that instead of beating around the bush.”

you’re stunned by the harsh tone of his voice, he doesn’t have his usual soft timbre and your eyes glaze over in defense

“you want to break up?” your question hangs in the air

chewing at your lip anxiously you know if you bite any harder you’ll draw blood

“i don’t care. if that’s what you want, sure.”

oh.

oh no.

this isn’t going how you planned

nails digging into the flesh of your palms you hang your head low

he doesn’t care at all

if that’s what you want????? really???? that’s his response??? he won’t even fight for you???

it’s silent as he bandages your ankle and you’re burning in a mix of embarrassment and fury.

“i was just pull-” choking up in the middle of your sentence you feel yourself automatically frown

“i was just pulling a prank on you. you know how historia did with ym-“

really you’ve always been terrible at holding back your tears and a few spill over the edge and you sob

why are you like this why why why why why?????

yeah,, you get why everyone calls you overly emotional from time to time but really you swear you feel your heart shatter a little at how levi’s acting

shielding your eyes with your sleeve you cower away from him

lord have mercy.

levi wants to curl up into a ball and die from the wave of embarrassment that hits him

a prank.

a trick.

and he didn’t catch on.

and now you’re crying.

because he thought acting tough and cold in case you wanted to break up with him made perfectly logical sense???

spoiler : it didn’t make any sense...

but now it’s made him look like he hates you??

but he doesn’t hate you

no, no, no. not at all.

he could never hate you.

you’re always willing to help anyone out, you’re genuine, always say sorry even when you don’t need to, unapologetically yourself at any moment, you’re fearful yet push it all aside to be courageous and most of all he loves your little hobbies because who in their right mind actually enjoys gardening??

he’s convinced people who say they like gardening are looking for something unique to make themselves stand out but really you enjoy it and it’s quite cute

ok, ok no more getting side tracked whilst talking about your love for plants

he could name so much more he admires about you but he’d be here all day

“i tried to talk to you yesterday but after you refused i thought you hated me and wanted to break up. that’s why i was acting like that just now.” he slowly tries to explain his point to you

“i know i’m hard to love so when you began to ignore me out of the blue i figured you didn’t want to-”

cutting him off without giving him the option of finishing his sentence you’re wide eyed in horror. he was NOT meant to interpret the prank this way.

“levi?? for as long as i’m alive i’ll never get tired of you. i promise.” his heart rate shoots and the intense magnetism between the two of you becomes stronger by the second

you pause for a second gathering yourself.

“and i’m sorry i should’ve thought about how you’d feel. the reason i did it was stupid.”

levi kneels by the bed and takes your hand in his, he graciously lifts the sleeve of your uniform and ducks down to press a soft kiss onto your wrist.

your heart flutters seeing him be so careful and gentle with you and bashfully you look away

guilt overwhelms you at that moment because you really are horrible for putting him through all of that.

levi cares for you he does

he may be silent about it and not the best at being public with it but you know how he feels.

you feel it in the way he looks at you

you feel it when he helps you mount your horse

you feel it when he double checks your harnesses before expeditions

you feel it when he tends to your injuries

and, you definitely feel it right now when it sinks in that he was acting like he hated you just so you wouldn’t feel bad if you really did want to break up with him.

he’s always been bad at picking up on hints and cues so you now understand why he interpreted it as you wanting nothing to do with him

of course he wouldn’t ask how you were if it looked like you wanted to skin him alive

“what was the reason for the prank?” he inquisitively asks genuinely wanting to know what it is he can do for you

“i...” you’re wandering off and suddenly don’t want to tell him

“i wanted you to kiss me.” you whisper in a rush

he cocks an eyebrow up even more lost. “i kiss you all the time?”

“i mean, in front of everyone else.”

he blinks and his mouth forms into an “O” shape

it’s a little awkward now

he doesn’t bring it up again so you assume he doesn’t like the idea of letting everyone know just yet

and that’s okay!! you respect that!!

after all, you can’t get mad at him for it, it’s the best choice.

you don’t want people to accuse him of having bias towards you and it’ll probably upset petra and hinder her performance if her crush just suddenly starts dating out of nowhere

your gaze is back on levi and he’s now double checking the bandage on your ankle after tending to it

“you can’t walk for a few weeks.” he tsks

“be careful next time.” he’s always been blunt when he does show he cares and you warmly smile after not talking to him in days.

you feel the need to apologize again

“to make it clear i really am sorry, i should have thought more about you.”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes

“i’m overjoyed that my beautiful girlfriend doesn’t want to break up with me. now, stop moping around about it i’m over it.”

he scoops you up effortlessly and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“y/n, for the record, i’ll work on not jumping to the worst case scenario first.”

you love this aspect of your relationship

being able to understand how your flaws impact the other and choosing to make changes or adjustments

it’s sweet and you must be smiling like an idiot when thinking of it because levi blows a puff of air onto your forehead knocking you out of your daydream

feeling a little less light headed than before you notice he’s walking back out towards the courtyard

why is he doing that...?

“you’re walking in the wrong direction?”

“no i’m not.” he replies with a smug grin

oh my god

no he isn’t

oh my god

is he???

you’re bright pink in the face as you turn to look at him panicking when you hear hange’s group returning

eren can be heard arguing with jean as per usual and now you’re smacking levi’s chest even harder

“you don’t have to do this no, no, no. it’s okay really.” it’s funny how you’re begging him not to do what you’ve been waiting on for three days

but you really don’t want him to feel like he has to do this

as if he’s read your mind he replies. “i’m doing this with my own free will.”

he gives you one last grin and pushes you up against the wall, your back is against the cold yet solid surface and you tense up

oh god. it’s happening he’s diving down and it’s as if everything is moving in slow motion.

gradually you feel the familiar feeling of your heart jumping out of your chest

both of your lips mould together, he’s hoisting you up again preventing you from slipping away. hungry hands grip at your thighs and a knowing smile twitches across his mouth.

nipping at his bottom lip he groans and you nearly forget why it is he’s kissing you

that is until you hear a SCREAM from your right

“eren what the fuck are you yelling at?” jean’s voice can be heard scowling in the distance but you’re too distracted by levi’s mouth to care

eren must be speechless because nothing is heard until jean reaches the scene

“OH. MY. GOD.”

“WHERE IS REINER??? HE’S NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS.”

“you’re both overreacting.” mikasa makes her appearance and you’re not sure if she’s seen you and levi yet because your eyes fluttered shut long ago

“Y/N AND THE CAPTAIN????? WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE MIKASA??” eren’s voice sounds so distressed you guess you’re right for assuming he may have had a crush on you at some point

“it was obvious, i don’t know how no one else knew.”

finally levi pulls away and you’re panting practically gasping for any traces of air

“what you looking at brats?” levi snaps in their direction and mikasa nonchalantly shrugs and walks away

jean and eren however, dash away at LIGHTENING speed probably on their way to let everyone else know of the shocking new development

levi pecks your forehead and you nudge your nose against his.

since that day you and levi have been able to get away with a lot more pda

you can hold his hand and stare at how pretty your hands look laced together

you can nuzzle your face into his neck without any questions 

you can loop arms with him and even if he acts like he doesn’t enjoy it he genuinely does like walking around with you latching onto his bicep

although he still prefers the privacy of his office he’s more than happy to give in once in a while

and at the end of the day you’re ecstatic because there’s no more kissing behind your horse!!!

GONE ARE THOSE DAYS

wooHOO

honestly, you’re over the moon about it 

and so is levi

:-)

[muwur]

um!! i want to request a comfort hc/drabble(?) anything !! just 👉👈 can i get hinata n/or tsuki comforting and standing up for their s/o (or friend!) who is non-binary ??

standing up for a non-binary s/o

♡ scenarios ♡ for hinata and tsukishima

gn reader

turned out longer than i intended tHIS IS MY PROBLEM N Y I UPDATE SO SLOW FORGIVE ME FOEFHEFOEFRG but anyway,,,, 2.3k words

a/n: i use primarily they/them as reader’s preferred pronouns in these scenarios, but i wanted to acknowledge that ik some non-binary ppl use other pronouns,  they/he, they/she, or even all pronouns, etc :) reminder to pls be respectful to what people want and use their preferred pronouns!  and pls lmk if i ever offend you bc i don’t want to upset anyone <3

hinata

Just a week ago, you had finally mustered the courage to come out as non-binary to your boyfriend, Hinata. You recalled the rising panic you felt when you were met with silence and the slight widening of his chocolate eyes. However, his initial surprise was quickly replaced with a softness gracing his features. When he gently stroked your cheek and reassured you that nothing would change how he feels about you, you felt your heart melt with relief. You had nothing worry about, after all.

Unfortunately, not everyone could be as accepting as Hinata.

Picking at an array of noodles with a fork, you fixed your sights on the dinner plate before you, trying to ignore a certain gaze threatening to sear your skin. Next to you, Hinata grimaced. Munching on his stir fry and trying to be respectful in front of your family were the only things keeping him from wiping that leer off your aunt’s face. She was blatant in expressing her disapproval, the wrinkles in her face contorting with disgust whenever she so much as looked your way.

After your heart-to-heart with Hinata the other week, you were inspired to come out to your family as well. The news circulated, and though you weren’t expecting everyone to exactly be on board, the reality of disapproval hurt more than you imagined. It was great timing that today happened to be your cousin’s birthday, and you were forced to have dinner with one of your least favorite family members. Luckily, you were allowed to invite Hinata. You couldn’t fathom how your soon-to-be 5-year-old cousin was so kind and polite despite being reared by such a tyrannous mother.  Your earliest memory of your aunt was when she snatched your favorite toy from your toddler hands. You cried as she yelled at both you and your parents for letting you play with such a “gender-inappropriate” toy.

You knew she wouldn’t let you escape tonight without any offhand comments or dirty looks.

A throat cleared. You tensed in your seat. “Y/n? Dear, could you pass me the salt?”

You dared a glance up at the familiar voice. Your eyes locked with your aunt’s menacing ones briefly before you quietly obliged to her request.

“Thank you,” she said dully, taking the shaker. Sprinkling her meal, she continued to speak with nonchalance. “So, I heard you go by ‘they’ now? What’s wrong with he/she, hm? I mean, that is what you are, and that’s the only thing you should go by.”

Silence. Your parents looked at one another in discomfort, unsure how to respond. Your cousin looked back and forth between you and and your aunt curiously, unaware what was happening. A few more seconds passed by. With a shaky breath, you could only stutter out a timid “I-I--” before your mother cautiously piped up. “Aunt *name*, please, it’s your child’s birthday, let’s save this conversation for another ti--”

A scoff interrupted her. “Easy for you to say. You’ve always been so soft on y/n. Neither of you,” she glared accusingly at your parents, “raised her/him right. Now, look what’s happened. She/he’s gone delusional. How could any of you be okay with this and carry on like normal?”

You could feel yourself holding back tears. You wanted to say something against her, to show her you weren’t afraid of her and didn’t care what she thought. To prove that she didn’t know anything about you. That she had no right to be talking to you like this.

Yet you remained frozen in your seat, unable to speak. Inside, your mind went blank, leaving you defenseless against her hateful tirade.

“If she/he were my daughter/son, I’d set things straight immediately. No more outside communication. Who knows what nonsense they’ve been feeding your child? She/he needs to see a specialist to undo whatever brainwashing has occurred and--”

SCREECH.

Hinata stood in front of his seat, which had slid noisily across the floor when he pushed it back. He was silent, his eyes pointed downward and his two palms pressed on the table. All eyes looked at him with shock, if not a tinge of curiosity.

“Stop saying those things as if you knew one thing about y/n and what they’ve had to go through,” he said in a low voice, teeth clenched.

A challenging arch of the brow replaced your aunt’s initial surprise. “Oh, please. What do you know? You’re just a naive kid like y/n. You don’t understand. You know nothing about the real world and you kids go about life as if you can just do anything. You’re selfish.”

“You’re being selfish for refusing to understand a point of view that you’re not used to. How could you live with yourself knowing that you’re making someone you should care about miserable for the rest of their lives? You have no right to speak as though you know y/n. All you care about is your opinion, regardless of whether or not it’s right, and how you look to other people. What’s wrong with letting y/n make their own decisions? Why invalidate them before even giving them the chance to explain and help you understand? You should think about how you’re acting before trying to teach someone else how they should live.”

The air cracked with silent tension. It was too much. Quickly, you got up and dashed to the front door, unlocking it and stepping outside to breathe in the cool evening air. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you stumbled off the front porch, increasing the distance between yourself and that dinner table.

Your body jolted with shock when you heard a familiar voice out and felt a pair of arms wrap from behind your frame. Hinata was breathing heavily, his rushed voice laced with worry. “I’m sorry for making a scene in front of your family, y/n, but I couldn’t just sit around and let her say whatever she wanted. You don’t deserve that treatment. I don’t regret anything I told her. And if she’s still bothering you, or anyone else for that matter, you bet I’m gonna be there to stick up for you, no matter what.”

Despite the tears that pricked at your eyes, a small smile formed on your lips. Ditching your family dinner, you spent the rest of the evening together seated in a booth at a nearby fast food restaurant, munching on goodies and sharing lighthearted jokes. That night, you were reminded that it didn’t matter what someone like your aunt thought. Those who did matter were the ones who accepted and cared for you--the real you. In the midst of darkness, you found yourself a radiant being who never failed to brighten your day. You didn’t know what you did to deserve Hinata, but you knew he would be by your side through it all. For that, you were grateful.

tsukishima

After a rough week of nonstop work, food delivery, and 1AM espressos, you were relieved Saturday had finally come. Tsukishima, who had come by your home a few times that week to check up on you(r sanity) and drop off some surprise dinners, nagged you to take better care of yourself and offered to treat you to lunch that weekend (after you promised to get a lot of rest when you were finished). When you beat your deadlines early Friday evening, you nearly cried tears of joy and immediately passed out on your bed to catch up on lost sleep.

Saturday reminded you of the beauty of the outside world, much needed after your long week of confinement. Both sun and clouds gathered in the pale blue sky overhead. Warm sunshine freckled your skin while a gentle breeze cooled your temple. Hand in hand, you walked down the block with Tsukishima towards the farmer’s market. Already you could hear the nearby murmurs of a crowd and smell the savory aroma of freshly cooked food. Your stomach grumbled with enthusiasm as you thought about all the delicious choices waiting to be ordered.

Numerous vendors lined up down the street. Smoke arose from hot grills, carrying the scent of various spices through the air. Workers called out to passing customers, offering them samples of their homemade nut butters or showing off their natural, handmade soaps. With a fascinated glint in your eye, you observed each stand you passed by. From Hawaiian poke, grilled paninis, and tacos, to Thai stir fry, barbecue, and shawarma, the options seemed endless. As much as you loved the variety, it made making a decision even more difficult.

“Tsukkiiii,” you said pleadingly, “I don’t know what I want.”

He sighed. “Well, what’s your appetite in the mood for?”

“No clue, that’s why I’m asking.”

When he shot you an annoyed look, you held your hands up. “Hey, I’ve been using my brain way too much this week. I’m tired of thinking. I’m pretty down for anything, to be honest.”

With a shrug, he suggested trying the ramen from a stand several feet away from you both. You happily agreed and dragged the both of you to stand in line. Looking down at your shirt, you pulled on it slightly and adjusted the pin attached close to your collar. It depicted a cartoon cat with a text bubble that said “they/them” to indicate your preferred pronouns (though, in the note above, ik you may have a different combination of preferred pronouns. feel free to just sub in whatever those are into the pin ^-^ ). You recalled how you heart rushed with excitement when you found it in your mailbox that morning.

“You know, you didn’t have to get this for me,” you told your blonde companion as you admired your gift. Hands in his pockets, he gave you another shrug. “I just thought it suited you. Plus, strangers won’t misgender you, anymore.”

“That’s really thoughtful of you, Kei... Thank you, again, really.”

His lips formed into a thin line and he looked off to the side. He muttered a low, “Don’t mention it.” before stepping forward to follow the shortening line. A huff of amusement escaped you in response. You were also taking a step forward when you felt a shove on your left side. Tsukishima caught you mid-stumble, helping you regain your balance and stand upright again. Narrowing his eyes, he looked over at the man who bumped into you. The stranger caught himself from stumbling as well, then scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Ah, I’m sorry about that young man/woman! I wasn’t looking clearly,” he apologized.

You shook your head in response, offering him a smile. “No worries. I’m glad we’re both okay.”

He was about to laugh in agreement when he noticed the pin attached to your top. His smile vanished and he looked at you quizzically. “Say, what’s that pin you got there?”

“Oh,” you pointed at it. “This? These are my gender pronouns. I go by ‘them/them,’” you announced proudly.

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “What does that even mean? ‘They/them’ is plural, so doesn’t it make more sense to just go by he/she?” He paused for a few seconds of thought. Then, it clicked. “Is this that ‘gender identity’ bullshit I’ve been hearing about lately?”

Your enthusiasm quickly dissipated. ‘Oh gosh, please don’t tell me that this person’s--’

“Now missy/boy, I don’t know what’s gotten into all your heads, thinking you can just pick and choose whatever or whoever you want to be. What you were born with is who you are. Why can’t people accept that and have to complicate things? It’s biology. I swear, people are just doing this for attention or a trend or whatever--”

“Ahem,” Tsukishima cleared his throat, interrupting the man’s rant. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and drew you close against himself. “Perhaps the topic is too complex for your tiny mind to comprehend,” he challenged, his voice dripping with collected hostility. “You should stop going on about things you don’t understand; it makes you look even more ignorant. Now, please, stop bothering my partner before you piss me off more.”

The stranger glared up at Tsukishima, then back at you. Deciding it wasn’t worth a fight, the man scoffed and shoved past your boyfriend;s shoulder, then disappeared into the crowd. Behind you, a kid’s wide eyes looked at Tsukishima with awe. “Wow, that was really cool! You really showed him!”

“Tch, it was nothing,” he responded bashfully. “Can’t let assholes get away with whatever they want.”

15 minutes later and you were both settled in a shady area on a grassy field with ramen bowls in your lap. Your eyes were glued to the ground. Tsukishima waved a hand in front of your face with concern.

“Earth to y/n? You good? You’ve been quiet since we encountered that guy earlier.”

You risked looking up into his eyes, unable to control the stream of tears running down your eyes. Surprised, the blonde placed his hands on the sides of your face and started to wipe your tears off with his thumbs. “I-I’m just, r-really grateful that you,” you choked between sobs, “were here with m-me, today. I d-don’t know what I would’ve done if I was alone.”

You let him wrap his arms around you as you buried your face in his shoulder. He nestled his cheek onto the top of your head and ran a gentle hand up and down your spine. “It’s okay,” he murmured softly. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, anymore. I promise.”

Several minutes later, you pulled away, sniffling and rubbing the remaining tears from your eyes with your forearm. He gave your head a small pat.

gRhhrrhGRH.

“Someone sounds hungry.” You rolled your eyes and swatted his hand off your head.

2 minutes into eating, and you asked (suggestively), “Can we eat from the same bowl and see if we end up connecting noodles?”

“N-No, that’s dumb.” 

“Oh, c’monnnnn~ You know you want to, you’re blushing.”

“I’m not!”

a/n: sry about the weird stomach growl effect LMAO

if you coudlnt tell i was hungry writing this n i miss going out to eat foueherhggu

i hope u enjoyed <3 pls lmk if u would like any changes anon or smth different (liks regular hc’s, etc). have a lovely day n i hope you feel better <3 ill fite anyone who makes u feel bad >:(

[cathariis]

‘ i need you. ’ (for like all our ships bc?? do it)

send  ‘ i need you. ’ for my muse’s reaction.

lottie & berend.

lottie knew that this was causing damage between them. every day he would yell at her, unsure as to why he was being targetted for robberies left and right. although she knew the answer, the female could not let him know the truth. it was killing on her on the inside, seeing her boyfriend beginning to behave in a way that almost reminded her of her father –– angry and resentful. lottie has done what she could to calm him down but it would only back-fire on her. even with the alcohol keeping her numb during the interacts, she still hid in the restroom while he slept to sob. she didn’t want to seem weak during his time of need, but it was starting to feel like as if it was too much for her to handle. lottie remained in the bathroom, doing her best to remain silent until there was a knock on the door. “lots… i need you.” berend spoke, his tone of voice sounding like himself. standing up quickly with tears running down her cheek, she opened the door to see him, looking defensive. lottie took her in his arms, holding him close and refused to let him go. “i’m sorry.” she whispered, pedaling kisses on his temple. “i’m so sorry.”

ryder & parker.

ryder didn’t know what to call what they were doing. were they dating? were they simply fucking and that’s it? he knew that he felt an attachment towards parker but ryder had learned early on not to push certain things. even he would get freaked out over the thought of giving this a label. either way, ryder enjoyed the time they spent together, hacking and fucking. his hues were focused on the monitor in front of him, taking a bite out of the mcdonalds they got delivered a while ago. he heard parker say those words but didn’t put two and two together. “what, did you hit a firewall or –––” his head lifted up, seeing the female beginning to remove her top and it caused him to chuckle. “well shit, give a guy a little more warning.” let’s say, he got dessert early.

xavier & eric.

xavier didn’t realize that this was beginning to get too far, even for the likes of him. for most of the time, he could handle anything that was thrown at him and keep on moving. however, with the case of eric and this current home situation, xavier didn’t know where to turn to. he hid this fact well from his gang members but it was still a discomfort. xavier had been staying at his apartment for the last week, not wanting to leave although he knew that perhaps he is overstaying his welcome. because of this, he had begun to pack his few belongings back into his suitcase before he heard the other speak. turning around to face him, his shoulders shrugged, lips pressed together in a tight lip. “as in sex or emotionally because i don’t feel like figuring it out right now.”

zora & jorie.

nobody knew about their office romance that had begun to bloom. it wasn’t a messy situation, they were allowed to date but the pair were overthinking it. they’ve been on dates here and there, even took the time to learn about each other’s bodies as a wave of experimenting. zora couldn’t get it out of her head the way they behaved in her apartment. the sight of jorie’s hands on her skin, figuring it out together was something she could never forget. the brunette had been distracted by her thoughts, only snapping out of it when there was a sudden door closure. turning around, she saw jorie with a look of nervousness. with her brows furrowed, zora was about to ask if she was okay when the other suddenly blurted those words out. her cheeks tinted red, eyes widen as she looked down for a moment to the ground. the female knew that she felt the same and looked at the female, taking in her beauty before stepping closer to press a kiss to her lips, pushing her against the door to make sure the handle was locked.

thomas & india.

it almost felt like christmas morning whenever he was around india. thomas never knew what he was going to get and that was enough for him. for the first time since claiming their relationship, thomas slept over the night. their conversations went well into the early morning hours and he didn’t wake up on time for work. while he was ready to rush and get there late, making an excuse up, india whispered in his ear and pulled him back into bed. five minutes later, he called in sick and spent the day at her home again.

zora, jorie & eric.

the current case against xavier and the entire mafia behind him came to a stand-still. zora was working day in and day out to make a possible connection that didn’t criminalize eric in any way. it was hard for her not to put her emotions into this, considering that somehow they started dating –– jorie, eric, and her. they had been trying to peel her away from the home office all day, even going as far as to remove the highlight she held and off her desk too. “we need you.” they said, causing a brow to rise from zora. “if it’s for dinner, we could have ordered in.” well, that wasn’t the case and she put the connections together, seeing the look in their eyes. “you could have also started that without me. i would have come once i heard the moaning.”

xavier, alexa & eric.

xavier felt as if he was on top of the worlds. a fiance and a boyfriend, sharing the same bed and he got the best of both worlds. yes, it sounded cheesy but it was the truth. he returned home to see that eric was already making himself comfortable on top of his fiancee, both of them calling out saying that they needed him. with a smirk, he started to strip away the layers of clothing he wore to join them.

melody & elijah.

the female had learned to expect nothing from elijah other than the information she asked for. even with their time in bed together, she didn’t think he would willingly come to her private office, jacket covering his middle with caused a rise of the brow. “what, you tried jerking off and couldn’t finish?” she questioned, noticing the look in his eye to see that it was true. “well, i have an hour. better make me cum or else.”  

otto & antoni.

otto has grown to know that antoni likes to have attention on him at all times. he didn’t mind, considering that the blonde disliked the spotlight on him unless it had to do with his cooking. still, he didn’t expect him to show up at the restaurant after closing hours when otto was reviewing the totals of the day. his brows raised at the male, knowing full well that there was no excuse for him to give. in addition, otto did miss him throughout the day, despite having seen him in the morning. moving his chair away from the table, he gave a grin to the other and patted his lap, a cue for antoni to sit on him. it only took them ten minutes to get each other’s clothes off and have fun on the table. thankfully nobody else was in the restaurant and he knew the security codes to delete the footage. 

xavier & alexa.

those were the type of words that he liked to hear first thing in the morning. sleep was still in his eyes but it quickly escaped him once alexa got on top of him. “shit, you’re ready to go.” he laughed, hands moving up her smooth thighs as he quickly closed his eyes for a moment. “come sit on my face, let me have breakfast first before i fuck you fully.”

zora & eric.

sometimes it felt like a crazy rollercoaster that they somehow managed to get on but never off it completely. only the individuals from their class knew about their friends-with-benefits agreement, despite denying it the entire time they were in the academy. they figured that they couldn’t be placed in the same department but to their luck, they ended up becoming partners and had to learn to be civil for the sake of the work. to zora’s surprise, they formed a friendship and even got called work husband and wife, which she didn’t mind despite dating jorie. however, they still kept most of their personal life separate from their work life. that was until eric showed up unannounced at the girl’s apartment, making word vomit of everything that has happened in the last year with their current subject, xavier. he asked for help, saying that he needed her and her blood boiled –– not for the secret but for the treatment that eric got from the pair, alexa, and xavier. “i swear to god if either one of them shows up here, i will murder them without a second thought.”

[angocanhha]

i got an hour

before the body is a landscape class, i wonder what the class is going to be like. i feel like i should look for a private spot, maybe the octopus bedroom :) 

i guess this post is for u, for myself, for yourself

but before i dive into that, thanks for being a good friend chi. i appreciate the care and kindness you’ve shared with me during this particularly chaotic and confusing time. what a time indeed. i wish i had approached this time with more care but of course, hindsight is always 20/20 whereas the present is in a lightless room.

you keep checking your phone to see if anyone has texted u. keep checking, keep turning over. it’s been cool not getting notifications but now instead, u check your phone when you’re looking for that brain rush. at first u weren’t getting distracted but now you’re used to it, and now u can see when you’re having a hard time bc that’s when i’m checking my phone.

all i need for happiness, is already in me. all i need for happiness is already in me.

i like talking to you. when i take this moment, it’s as if i’m aware i’m living. i’m aware what color the walls are, that there are walls, that i’m inside a house, and there is a lovely garden outside. i know that my parents are chaos. they are chaos. and i’d like to take some time to process who they are. who are they? 

i get on edge when i hear my dad move throughout the house. i learned from him to be quiet, especially during the morning hours. he’s intentional about that. he speaks in hushed tones and calls other people to also lower the volume in consideration of those sleeping. maybe this is the treatment he appreciates when he is sleeping. but now, maybe when i can hear him move throughout the house, sometimes it’s because he’s not afraid of disturbing others but it’s also his way to announce that he is upset. and that is why i get on edge when i hear him put away the dishes, shut the cabinet and drawers. something is on his mind, he is angry. i don’t do very well w angry ppl. they are scary. my dad throws things. there is a scar in the door when he hammered it at my sister. it’s amazing how my sister and i can just move on from that. it’s amazing that this scar has not been erased from the body of this house. my dad is a generous man, he cooks, he cleans, he communicates, he makes jokes, he sits on the toilet to pee and doesn’t leave the seat up. he is also condescending, but he can be patient. he cares but he also shouts and has been violent in his past. i am thankful that i have not seen him throw anything recently, i have not seen him getting angry. but i feel that distance, it’s like i’m angry at him, i can’t look him in the eyes, it’s hard for me to share my warm smiles with him. this time will pass. when u talk about your dad, chi, it reminds me of the times when i would give him the silent treatment, i think this was in high school, although i’d have to give more time to see if this was post college as well. tangent? eh, maybe later. i didn’t want to talk to him. and i didn’t have to. but i did if i needed to, but other than that i wouldn’t. i guess it wasn’t enough for my parents to kick me out of the house, maybe they knew i would come around. - he just came in, speak of the devil. 

my sister and dad gang up on my mom it seems. when i’m not around, i think it’s hard for her. but i also see that my sister gets into arguments w my mom bc belinda is trying to defend me or speak on behalf. i think, belinda doesn’t need to do that, she can just let it slide, like it do, then they wouldn’t get so angry with each other. but they do. my mom thinks belinda can be disrespectful. i said to belinda that my dad is condescending to our mom and belinda says my mom is also disrespectful of others. i guess belinda’s right, my mom called me fat, that i should lose weight and i pounced on that. sometimes i use it as an excuse not to eat dinner with my mom and my dad. i tell mom matter of factly that i’m missing out on the family dinner she wants so much bc she hurt me, and this is my way of hurting her. i want her to take her words back. having some distance from the original comments, it’s been a couple of weeks, i can see how she was trying to help me. yes, there have been things going on in my life where i have abused food and my body. i just put on the jacket that makes look like a teddy bear. i feel like a teddy bear, i’ve worn this jacket many times but for some reason, i’m really getting the teddy bear vibes rn.

am i on a protest, the do nothing for my life and prove that i’m worth living protest? what an interesting social experiment. zach calls me ngoc anna, and i think it’s brilliant, also awesome. 

my mother. i get the sense of righteousness from her. the want to be healthy (creatively) and imposing these senses of health on other people. she does that. my dad has a sense of health, but not to the level of my mom, i don’t think he imposes that much either. she gets worked up, or at least she did, about his smoking. she indoctrinated my sister and i and now we do that work for her. she still gets into it sometimes. she gets into how my dad should take care of his physical health, not handle heavy things like furniture. she is a boss. i know what she wants bc she makes it known. she’s vocal. she’s very vocal about how ppl should live their life. belinda is living the life that my mom wants her to i guess. belinda’s making money and i guess that’s all my mom cares about at the moment. she was worried about belinda when she was seeing multiple people and also didn’t like when belinda was rock climbing (i’m so angry at the guy who dropped belinda, if i ever see him, i think i might stalk him... or maybe say something to him.) but belinda is not doing those things now. but she doesn’t like how i’m living. she doesn’t like that i’m pursuing film. she doesn’t like that i don’t have a steady stream of income. she makes it known. there is hardly a conversation with her that she doesn’t bring it up. my mom is vocal. 

i wish i didn’t have to hide. my mom says that she’s ok with my queerness and that i don’t have to hide, but at 2021, if i can’t openly disclose my queerness to her acquaintances, that’s hiding to me. it’s sad for me to hide, it’s sad for me to feel embarrassed for my parents. to know that in order to alleviate their suffering, i would have to take myself out of the picture. i’m sad that it’s not me and my parents as a team, it’s me against them and their contacts. it’s sad, i wonder why my mom didn’t want me to pick her up in front of her workplace a couple of weeks ago. i summed it up to me having very short bleached and dyed hair. it shows me, and i already knew, what my mom thinks of people who look like me. i remember their discomfort when i brought them to the qtviet cafe show. my parents weren’t ready. it was a learning experience to see the community that i’ve grown with through their eyes. it’s like we were aliens, that we had a terrible sickness that they didn’t want near them. 

my parents don’t feel comfortable in queer spaces. and that’s sad. there is a part of me that they tolerate but don’t love. i think about the times where i accompany my mom to the temple or my dad to his old people vietnamese clubs, i see their world, i meet their friends and peers. i do my best to make them proud that their kid, their daughter is presentable, and loves them, supports them, wants to be there for them. i know it’s not a competition or a comparison, i know that everyone is one their own journey. it’s just, when i take this time to reflect, i am looking at where we are. i’m thankful for the love my parents share for me, i am. i guess that makes me feel better. but i am also hopeful, that by chance, a miracle could happen, and they can love me more, they can grow more than they already have. that future, that world seems glorious, it seems really nice. i can imagine tears coming to my eyes. 

i guess nowadays, sometimes i think about giving up. i think about, maybe not only do i not have to fight for queerness, maybe i can choose the straight lifestyle. i know it’s not exactly a choice, but it seems like all the hardships i’ve been through, i can just let go of that. it’s a fun option to peruse around in. i’m not going to do it, i don’t think. i’ve been saying, that the only way i’m going to fall in love w a cis male is if he is more of a feminist than me. and i guess i haven’t been around in those circles enough to meet someone like that. we’ll see if that’s in my destiny, i certainly won’t hold my breath. 

i’m getting a little nervous about this class. it’s coming up in about 10 minutes. hopefully i can also hold to the fast today. i didn’t yesterday, so many snacks, so many thoughts of, let me ‘hurt’ myself and eat this. i felt a little hopeless. i was overstimulated. how can the love of my parents be nourishing but also overwhelming? sometimes i am sad when i see their bodies, how much they’ve put themselves through, where they came from, the mindset they have. are they free? are they in pain? i feel like they have more sexist mindsets than me, but am i more free than them? i guess this is the struggle. i’m glad they’re both here though. and as much as i worry and fear, they are alive, they are breathing, and i do believe, they are well. 

i love u my dude. i know u worry about other ppl a lot. i know that u spread yourself thin and u don’t even realize. i know we’re working on centering ourselves and just being. we’re trying to reach enlightenment. we are trying to be a rock. we are trying to figure out why the sight of our dad annoys us and to resolve that. i’m proud of u, i love u, i think you’re a revolutionary artist. i think you’re insightful and i think you’re one of the most beautiful people i have ever laid my eyes on. i love u deeply dude, and i think the best thing about that is that we know this to be true forever. we trust each other don’t we, because we are ourselves. fuck the rest, we the best, bb. u can let go, bc i got u, we will take turns taking care of each other. it’s a lot sometimes, but i hope we will prioritize each other. ngoc anh and anna, is it possible to develop and get lost in multiple personalities? would i do it if i was guaranteed to be happy? is there ever a guarantee? let’s take each other’s hand and see the beauty of this world, bc isn’t that what we want life to be? can’t we be our own best option, dream life, forever on cloud nine? 

we’re gonna face this class and just flow dude. forget all the worries of others. we’re just gonna be here and we’re gonna have fun. 

thanks for dropping by, i’ll see u again soon. and we shall conquer in time. it could be tomorrow (o you’d love that) or it could be in ten years, bottom line, we just gotta love each other. that’s all we gotta do. we’ll be ok babe. we’ll be ok.