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puhpandas · 6 months

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What's an average conversation between Evan and Gregory like?

(also inspired by an instagram prompt about a flashlight duo sickfic)

Burrow-Nest-Fort

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Gregory gets sick overnight, and Evan, who stayed over, gets sick as well. They hang out in their little quarantine together with no worries whatsoever.

Gregory groans, long and miserable as Evan takes the thermostat he found in the bathroom out of his mouth. "100.4." Evan says.

"Whyyyy..." Gregory asks aloud, bags under his eyes and completion pale as he sprawls out under his comforter. "I didn't even do anything."

"Nobody gets sick on purpose." Evan smiles a bit, putting the thermostat down.

"You slept right next to me like, all night." Gregory points out. "Do you feel sick at all?"

Now that Evan's thinking about it, he does feel that little prickle in the back of his throat that's the universal sign of an incoming sickness. "...Yeah."

He'd spent the night after coming home with Gregory after school on a Friday like he usually does. Throughout the night, he and Gregory had shared his bed, and Gregory had woken up this morning sick as a dog with no fanfare whatsoever.

Gregory groans again, the roughness in his throat accentuated by the dragged out line. "Great." He frowns, and the stuff clogging up his nose is evidently heard in his voice. "I get sick for no reason and now I make you have to deal with it too."

"Its okay." Evan says genuinely. "Its not like you wanted me to get sick. It's my fault for needing to get in bed with you when I'm too much of a baby anyway."

Gregory just narrows his eyes at Evan at that, his already sunkissed tan cheeks redder from the fever. He just sighs, letting his head fall back against his pillow. "I'm not even responding to that. You know what I'd say anyway."

Yeah. He does. The same thing Gregory's been telling him the past multiple months every time Evan feels sorry for himself. Evan himself sighs, feeling sorry for, well... feeling sorry for himself. "Yeah."

Theres a short spurt of silence after that, but its broken by Gregory. "Whatever." He sucks in through his nose, trying to breathe through the gunk. "Hey, since you're already gonna be a prisoner like me, come here."

Evan raises a brow. "Why?"

Gregory reaches at the foot of his bed to grab his laptop that has ten-thousand stickers on the back. He opens the lid, patting the empty space on the bed next to him. "Let's watch TV, or something. If I don't do something other than lieing here I'm gonna explode."

Evan giggles. "You look like it, too." He says, looking at Gregory's extremely red face from the undoubtedly harsh fever. "You better stop talking until you get a drink or your throat will feel awful later."

Gregory let's his head tilt back against the pillow as he shifts to get more comfortable. "Is my Dad home?"

He takes a look outside the window and sees the white van in the driveway. "Yeah?"

"Go tell him about our predicament." Gregory tells him. "I'd rather get the smothering over with before we get in the middle of an episode."

Evan smiles instinctively at that. "Okay." He replies. "But I'm about to be sick too, okay? It's almost my time to be bedridden too." He says on the way out of Gregory's room.

"Then hoard the snacks while you're down there!" Gregory calls at him, his voice sounding like death.

Evan only says the keywords 'Gregory' and 'sick' before Freddy is thundering up the stairs with Evan struggling to keep up with an armful of junk food.

He only gets to the door seconds after Freddy, but he's already doing said smothering. Somehow, three new throw blankets and a few pillows have appeared out of thin air, and are being tucked around Gregory like a nest of fluff and plush.

"What happened?" Freddy asks, ever worried. "Did something cause this?"

Evan watches Gregory shrug from his bed as he walks around the other side of Freddy, dumping the snacks onto his bedside table. "I dont know." He says, sniffling. "I just woke up sick. And he probably will be too."

Evan knows Gregory must have pointed at him because Freddy is smothering him the next time his brain catches up. "Do you feel alright, Evan?" Freddy asks him, crouching down and feeling his forehead and his temples. "Or should I quarantine the both of you."

Evan laughs slightly, and cringes at how the prickling is steadily getting worse. His head begins to feel a little warm. "Quarantine, I guess." He smiles. "I feel it coming."

"I am sorry." Freddy looks apologetic, despite him doing nothing. He pats Evan on the arm, and hes at the door in an instant. "Get comfortable, you two. I will make you both some soup and orange juice and get you some medicine later."

"Thank you!" Evan calls out half-hazardously as Freddy leaves the room. Gregory pats the little empty space in the next Freddy built for him and hoists his laptop on his knees. "We gotta pick something to watch."

When Evan finally sits down and gets settled with at least two blankets wrapped around his shoulders, he checks the laptop screen to see Gregory browsing an array of TV shows on some streaming service.

Gregory wrestles a hand out from underneath the blankets to point at one. "That one okay?"

Evan laughs at bit, making a miserable noise when his nose begins to clog up. "Yeah. Watching a baking show when your aunt isnt home and we cant get out of bed to make anything is a great idea."

Gregory huffs, and Evan cant see his face, but he imagines he's making one. "No I wont." He says. "My aunts cupcakes are better than any of these people could make."

Evan wiggles a bit, letting his body relax fully into the bed. Gregory's shoulder is pressed against his, and a bit of his hair is touching his forehead. "Stop." He laughs. "You're gonna make me want some."

Gregory laughs, pressing play and clicking on the first episode of a random season. When the episode starts playing and introducing contestants, he makes grabby hands at Evan. Evan just pulls his arm out of the blanket cocoon hes wrapped in and hands him a bag of chips, grabbing crackers for himself.

"This is a Halloween show." Evan points out. "Its January."

"This one is funny though." Gregory replies on the other side of the pillow, sniffling. "They have to carve stuff out of big pumpkins for like, a setting for their food."

Evan's brows raise. "Oh."

Theres this girl that says shes in the show because shes alone and wants to win the prize money for herself and to show everyone that she can do it. Shes one of the only people in the roster who doesnt have a partner or kids at home. Evan thinks hes rooting for her. Theres another guy who looks like hes fresh out of school and says he wants the prize money to start his career and open his own location.

"I'm rooting for him." Gregory says after munching on a handful of Lays. "I want to see how far he gets."

"You just pick the ones that look like theyll struggle so you can feel bad for them." Evan points out.

"I pick the ones who might struggle to watch how they fare against everyone else." Gregory corrects. "Its fun. The skill of watching reality TV is one you havent yet learned, Evan."

Evan scoffs a bit, laughing, and Gregory shifts next to him. "You'll learn as you watch." Gregory tells him. "Trust me."

So after that, Evan just stays quiet and watches. Gregory makes comments now and then, and then later complains about how his throat feels like sandpaper. Evan watches people rush around the kitchen and sketch elaborate sets for their food to be showcased in and carve faces and bodies and animals into pumpkins.

The judges are harsh and kind at the same time. A team's food gets burnt. Some come out perfect. A team gets pounded by the judges and the team the the guy Gregory is rooting for is on is the same the girl Evan's rooting for is. Their team wins the challenge and gets an advantage.

By the end of the first episode, Evan thinks he understands why Gregory watches so much. "Wow." He says just above a whisper, the prickling throat having finally set in all the way. Having nothing to focus on and away from how crap he feels makes him groan in misery, and Gregory isnt far behind him to follow.

"Anthony needs to step it up to impress the judges." Gregory manages in-between sipping at the bottle of water by his bed. "He almost screwed up the decoration."

Evan rolls his eyes, and thinks about how proud winning a challenge made the girl he's rooting for proud of herself. It makes him happy.

"I just want to see what happens next." Evan says, smiling. "I've never watched a lot of TV like this."

"You're missing out." Gregory replies. "Its fine. We can catch you up during our little quarantine."

Their little quarantine. Evan smiles outwardly. That sounds fun. Even if being sick sucks.

Its right before the second episode that Freddy returns to Gregory's room, a big piping bowl of chicken noodle soup in his hands with about two entire hand towels wrapped around the bottom and two spoons stuck in the bowl. He puts a tall glasse of orange juice on the bedside table next to Evan, and the other on the window sill next to Gregory.

Evan unwraps his sore limbs from the cocoon and sits up on the bed, pushing his head with a pillow as he and Gregory use their legs as a table. "Thank you..." Evan says to Freddy, grateful but not without the layer of guilt underneath. "I appreciate it."

"Its no problem, Evan." Freddy smiles in that kind, genuine way of his that's never ever made Evan feel on edge or nervous. Evan grins when Freddy pats him on the head, and Gregory smiles when he does the same to him. "Now I'm sorry, you two," Freddy trails off, pulling a bottle of cough syrup out of an invisible pocket. "But medicine before food, please."

He and Gregory both make ick noises at that, making faces. Freddy laughs at them while he pours the medicine into individual spoons for the two of them, and Evan watches with a twisted lip. "It will make you feel better."

"It better if it tastes like that." Gregory sticks his tongue out. "They're trying to kill us."

"Quite the opposite." Freddy shakes his head, holding out the spoon for Gregory to take first. "Its better to just get it over with, Superstar."

Evan watches as Gregory twists his face into the most dreadful expression hes ever seen, and he cant help but smile in amusement when he makes a show at swallowing it down and making disgusted noises.

Evan takes his with much less more fuss, but his eyes water at the awful fake quote unquote 'grape taste'. He cant help the way his face scrunches up, and both Gregory and Freddy laugh at him.

"Evan," Freddy begins suddenly after capping the medicine and taking the spoons back. His voice sounds more serious, and Evan "I'm going to have to tell your family something about why you aren't home."

Immediately, Evan's stomach drops to his feet.

He must have reacted outwardly, because Freddy frowns. "I know." He says. "But it will be alright. I'll tell them exactly why you're staying over, and--" He cuts himself off, and Evan dares to acknowledge the faint clench in Freddys jaw. "Surely if anything they would not care more than they would be upset."

And Evan finds that Freddys right. He's so used to Michael being in his face all the time that he forgets that his Father is at best neglectful and at worst barely present in his life. If his Father were to react in any way other than a quick 'alright' to the call, it would be a thanks that Evan is out of his hair for at least a few days.

The thought alone tends tears to his eyes. He ducks his head, squeezing his eyes shut when the tears make his nose that much more clogged and his face from the fever that much more unpleasantly hot. "Just tell them that I'm staying the night instead of being sick."

Better to not say he's sick in case his Father suddenly catches onto the maybe lie and thinks more than Evan wants him to. Besides, he could deal without the extra attention from Michael.

Freddy looks like he wants to say something about that, but he doesnt. When Evan peeks up through his home-cut accidental bangs, Freddy just nods, choosing not to linger.

"Alright, Evan." He smiles reassuringly. "Do not worry about it, okay? I'll tell them exactly what you told me to. Just let me handle it."

Just let me handle it. Something about that lingers to him, and it sticks to the walls of his mind.

He's never had anyone to handle it for him before. He's never had someone to take the reigns in regard to his dad and brother to the point where Evan isnt involved. Where he went have to worry about it.

He nods after a few moments, and Evan almost tears up again at the patience. "Okay." He says simply, his voice cracking and rough. He swallows, and ignores the gravelly feeling. "Yes, I would... I would appreciate that. A lot."

Nobody says anything after that, but the silence in comfortable. Freddy just grabs the back of Evan's head and holds it to his chest in a hug, and does the same to Gregory. Gregory snakes an arm around Evan's back and holds him close.

They stay that way for another minute until they break apart, and Freddy smiles that comforting smile at him that's like a weight taken off of his shoulders. "I will handle it." Freddy says again, jerking his head towards the soup. "Now finish your soup, boys. It'll be good for your throat."

Then he shuts the door, and the room is silent. The only sound is Gregorys table fan he always has running and the faint sound of cars outside. The heater kicks on in the house, and the sunlight spills through the open window and casts onto their little bed nest as the only source of light.

Gregory leans back into the bed and gets comfortable, dragging Evan back with him when all he's doing is picking at a roque thread in the hem of his shirt. When Evan looks up, Gregory is smiling with dry, cracked lips, and despite looking like death, its warm.

He doesnt mention anything that just happened. He doesnt try to guess what Evan's deal is and try to help him like he usually does, and Evan's thankful. Gregory seems to understand that now isnt one of the times to do that.

So Evan let's it go. And when Gregory gestures the the soup and nudges Evan's spoon closer to him, Evan just starts eating.

They're back to commentating the show in now time. The soup is only warm instead of hot now, but it still soothes their throat, and the steam clears up their sinuses some. Gregory keeps cracking jokes about the contestants and making fun of the corny host, and Evan laughs along with him, drinking orange juice when his throat prickles.

They marathon the season until the sun passes over the house and all that's left is the dim white sky of winter. The team with both of their favorites makes it to the finale.

The two teams fight over the biggest pumpkin. One of them is uncoordinated and theres a heated argument. Their pumpkin falls and breaks. The other splits up and finishes the pumpkin set in record time and completes their concept with no forks.

By the end, the team they both ended up rooting for wins, and Evan watches as the guy Gregory was rooting for gets his career started, and the girl he was rooting for talks about how she'll open her own bakery and she has friends for life now.

The soup is gone and the orange juice drained by the time the season is over. Gregory says theres eleven more available to watch.

Gregory puts on another season, and Evan burrows further into his little burrito and this time picks a contestant after the team's are decided to be against Gregory.

They watch a whole nother one, and halfway through, the sky outside darkens early like it does in winter, but despite the exhaustion from being sick, Evan wants to go another few hours.

Eventually, right near the finale, Evan and Gregory are forced to leave their blanket armor because Chica apparently came over at some point and baked them cupcakes as a suprise. She brings hot chocolate with her with peppermint sticks in them for their throats, and they eat through them like beavers with wood.

They dont move all day. They only get up to go to the bathroom at the end of the second season (Evan's team won, by the way) to brush their teeth, then they're back in their burrow-nest-fort without asking Freddy to get the air mattress.

Evan still feels like crap when he smushes his face into Gregory's pillow, but it's alright because they're in their little quarantine, and he's out like a light either way, looking forward to another season tomorrow.

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#the show theyre watching is halloween wars btw.#i was inspired because my sister and i have been watching face off together (goated show) and reality tv has been on the mind.#ive always been a fan of baking shows and halloween wars has been a favorite since i was a kid because of the elaborate pumpkin sets lol #just wanted to write them hanging out. being bros.#nothing too crazy happens and evan doesnt let his family ruin having fun because for once #he has his real family to handle it for him sometimes. that means the world to him.#evan also was thinking william might think that hes somehow done that 'toughening up'#williams been pounding into his brain since he was little.#of course its toxic masculinity but by now evan knows its not right and he is the way he is and isnt changing.#its just not nice to hear. and michael would be teasing him for 'rebelling' and shit like that #also kudos to you if you noticed the girl evan was rooting for reflected him =)#pandas writes #my fics #flashlight duo oneshots #flashlight duo #gregory #evan #oneshot #sickfic #fnaf gregory #evan afton #basically just put prompts i thought could apply to this oneshot at the top lol

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tsxmu · 27 days

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My thoughts on Levi's up coming bad boy one shot and his love life. :3

Now personally! I feel like he shouldn't have a love interest in the oneshot. Not because like I don't want to share him or stuff like that, but because that would kinda throw away all the levihan hints they gave us. Hell, it's most likely canon.

I understand that it's set during Levi's early childhood, teenage years and early adulthood but that would still kinda ruin the whole premise of Levi and how he lived. It's quite literally shown he didn't have any interest in anybody other than furlan and isabel, they were his only family. I doubt he'd find himself a crush down there.

The underground was a time where the only thoughts in Levi's mind was to survive. It was no place to fall in love and shit like that, given how in the manga for no regrets, even when given the choice to have a woman or anything from some man's store, he prefers taking something (specifically tea) from the store after winning the arm wrestling match.

Link to it::

Next, if Levi were to have some sort of love interest or crush during his youth, I feel like it would at least be mentioned once, it could be when he was still with furlan and isabel, but there's nothing. It could also be a situation like erwin's and marie's where nile got to her first because erwin chose humanity. But it seems unlikely. Erwin, still, cares about marie and talks about her. And if Levi liked somebody, given his big ol heart, surely he'd ask about this love interest at least once right??

If anything, romantically, Levi quite literally only has eyes for one person, which is hange. I'd argue it's canon. Levi is constantly worried about them, during countless battles together, he first thought of hange and their safety, he makes sure hange keeps themselves alive, he listens to hange and their hours long rambles, he even asked moblit, in the short story, to keep hange safe because he's the only one around them 24/7.

I get that he can have a first love, but he was feared and hated upon during his youth by the people in the underground, I highly doubt some woman is going to find that hot. Levi was dangerous, and people in the undergrounds knew that, yeah sure some people still fought them but humans are like that. Always biting more than they can chew.

I firmly believe Levi's first and last love was hange. I'm sorry to the eruri shippers but I see their relationship as only blinded loyalty from Levi's side and comradery/deep friendship due to their years in the military together. But at the end, erwin wanted him in the beginning for Levi's strength.

Hange on the other hand, always viewed Levi like a person, not a tool, not a thug, nor a person to be afraid of. Levi's first normal interaction above ground was with hange and how casually they greeted him, furlan and isabel while the rest of the corps were still weary of them.

There are countless scenes with him and hange, countless.

I'd say Levi and Hange have the kind of love and bond in the manga that nobody else can have. Not even eren and mikasa.

Hange and Levi's relationship was built on years of comradery and trust. They know each other well and only have each other. Even when erwin was alive, Levi knew more about hange than he knew about erwin, so much so that he knew how they knocked. Now, we can assume he knows erwin's knock too, but we've only been shown to see him recognize hange's knock. The two literally talk telepathically for gods sake!!! They just look at each other and understand! I don't remember seeing anybody else having that deep of a bond.

After reclaiming wall Maria, Levi was always by hange because they're all he has left and he's usually by their left side because hange can no longer see from that eye, it's a disadvantage and it anything were to go past them or attack them, it'd be from the left and Levi knows that, that's why he places himself to their left whenever possible.

Even during the end, he shows hange emotions that he's never shown anybody else. He's said things to them that nobody else has seen. He quite literally hands over his heart and gives it to hange to keep. He's seen holding back tears and holding onto the hand that last touched hange, knowing they'd never return back to him.

And even after that, in every shot of after the war, he's always thinking of hange, whether it's looking at the plane that they were last in, or the lollipops, or the glasses he holds. He's always thinking of them because they're all he had.

I feel like both Ackerman's chose to stay single because they lost their brunettes. They lost the one they loved most in the line of duty and will never move on from it because they know they're soulmates.

Both ackerman's wanted a peaceful life with their brunette but they couldn't. Not in this lifetime at least.

Which is why I humbly believe having a short love interest for the sake of nothing in the bad boy's manga would kind of ruin all that Levi has! It fits if he has only one love and even that he can't have because life is just that cruel. A short love interest would be useless and would only cause heated arguments between shippers and even send death threats to the creator, so for the sake of everybody, I sure to do hope there's no love interest for Levi in his one shot. We already know who his soulmate is, there's no reason to drag another character in just so the fandom can hate it for a reason as silly as "Levi's inlove with them."

To anybody who read all of this, thank you so much (❁´◡`❁). That means alot!!!

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #levi ackerman #hange zoe #levihan #tsumu has a thought #tsumu has an opinion #levi oneshot #Levi bad boy's oneshot

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dont-f-with-moogles · 4 months

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hello! I saw your festive prompt.

could I request idea 6 or 27 with Levi x Hange, please. 💚💜

Festive Fics 27: Confessing A Crush When It’s Snowing

The Last Two People on Earth (modern AU) Levi x Hange (mentioned: Zeke Yeager) 1835 words

Levi was struck by hot whips of panic. His breath rasped in his lungs as he glared wildly into a haze of white. The frantic scraping of his windscreen wipers did little to relieve the snow as it pummelled down with renewed ferocity. It was quickly becoming impossible to drive in such a blizzard; the tightening of his chest warned him so. And yet his eyes were fixed upon the darkness, searching amongst the pale limbs of trees which lined the road for a lone figure. Every shape emerged as human company, only for his headlights to flash over it and extinguish all hope. Levi was terrified that he would pass them without recognition… leave them to perish out in the storm. How long had Hange been walking? They had left moments before he had run to his car. How had they managed to cover so much ground in that time?

Then his lights caught a shape. Stalking against the wind, head bowed, arms wrapped around them, was Hange Zoe.

Levi’s tyres crunched the ground as his vehicle slowed to a halt. He flung open his door and scrambled out.

“Oi, Hange!”

His voice tore in the snow-flecked gale. Hange stopped, arms still folded, refusing to turn around. Flakes dusted the shoulders of their coat; tangled in their hair. Levi’s shoes sank into the carpet of white. Snow littered his chest and arms. He brushed the flakes from his face with an impatient hand. Within a few short seconds the cold was already beginning to seep through his jacket.

“Of all the places this guy had to live… what is this, Count Fucking Dracula’s Castle…?”

“Well, no one asked you to drive all the way out here!” Hange burst out tremulously.

Their breath coiled like smoke into the wind. Suppressing a shiver, Levi wrung the snow from his arms. Then he placed a tentative touch upon their shoulder.

“Hange-” Slowly, they turned to him. Their lenses were smeared, eyes clouded with hurt and fury. The gale had whipped their cheeks raw.

“Come on. You really think you would have gotten very far walking in all this?”

“I only left because you showed up uninvited!”

Hange’s stare blazed the ground. And yet, they did not resist as Levi drew them closer.

“We can’t stay here-” The cold air grated Levi’s tone, fraying every word until they hung hoarsely between them. “We’ll freeze.”

His arm tightened around Hange’s shoulders. The fabric of their coat was so icy it chilled his fingertips. Turning back, they struggled towards the car. Hange refused to speak another word, even once the door had slammed shut upon the cool interior of the vehicle.

As they rolled into the night, there was just the rustle of flakes upon the windscreen and the creaking of Levi’s wipers as they battled the onslaught. His eyes strained, exhausted, into the whirl of white. Only minutes had passed before Levi could hardly see more than a couple of inches of road curving in front of them. A sudden bend caught him unaware, forcing him to press upon the brake. The car crawled feebly, defeated by the elements which rained down upon them.

“We can’t keep on going, Levi…” Hange’s voice was heavy with tiredness.

“You mean…” Levi turned to cough into his damp sleeve. As he lifted his head, he found himself unable to finish his question. The silence settled heavily between them, as suffocating as the snow which clung to the corners of the glass

“There’s a high school less than ten minutes from here,” Hange suggested, “I remember visiting there a couple of times for inter-school competitions…”

Levi obliged by pulling over by the side of the road. He removed a torch from the glove compartment and retrieved a spare sweater from the back seat - this, he flung upon Hange’s lap.

The school building loomed into view; a hidden relic encased within the swirl of a shaken snow globe. Arms clinging to one another, bowed against the gale, Levi and Hange staggered forwards. They moved in slow motion, like aged versions of themselves cut out of time and place, left to wander in a world of white.

“Evening cleaning staff stay til late,” Hange’s jaw chattered as they nodded towards the lit windows. “I doubt they’ll be leaving anytime soon…”

Frozen footsteps left a trail of ice-water across the hardwood floors. Crossing an eerily quiet reception area, the two of them entered the first ground floor room they passed. It was a small space connected to an adjoining classroom. A faded display adorned the wall; paper turned pale by the sunlight of endless summer afternoons. Fresh chalk had recently been scrawled over a small, wall-mounted board. There was the scent of plastic, of paint and marker pens preserved in the still air.

They removed their wet shoes and placed them beneath a traditional column radiator which ran along the space opposite the window. Levi shook the water from his jacket and placed it over a classroom chair. The sudden warmth after such exposure drew the heat into his face. He ran his tongue across the roof of his dry mouth. Then he removed a tissue from his pocket to wipe at his icy nose. Hange sat with their back resting against the radiator, Levi’s thick sweater spread over their lap.

Once Levi had settled beside them, they lapsed into separate spheres of thought. The window opposite was a black square framing flakes as they drifted upon the night like feathers.

“Is it true?” Levi broke the silence at last. He appeared to address his arms, which rested upon his knees. “What you said before?”

The sleeve of Levi’s sweater slid off Hange’s lap as they shifted against the metal coils of the radiator. They retrieved it a little pedantically, smoothing the fabric out with several strokes of their hand.

“...about what?”

“That you only left because I showed up?”

“Well, how else do you explain it?” Hange turned to him fiercely. “You appeared out of nowhere. Of course Zeke assumed he was getting in the middle of something! Now I’d be surprised if I ever manage to get him on his own again.”

Levi reached out to check the dampness of his jacket. “...I see.”

“I don’t think you do.” Hange shifted so that they were kneeling next to him. The sweater lay crumpled at their side. “This is how it works with benefactors! If a department needs funding for equipment then they have to kiss a pompous ass here or there to make it happen.”

Levi’s mouth twisted at their words.

“I know it’s not the same in your job… but to us, donations are everything.” Hange glared down at their trembling fists. “Without them, we can’t continue our work. We’d be left stranded years behind in terms of research…”

“It just…” Levi lowered his head and coughed into his sleeve again. “It shouldn’t have to be that way.”

“Well… it is.” Hange sat back on their heels. In this posture there was something childlike about them. “...and you implying that there’s something seedy going on when it was just dinner and the offer of a guest room in his house… well, that really stings, Levi.”

“I never thought…”

“So why then, huh?” Hange’s voice rang in the small confines of the room. “Why did you drive all the way out here from your place?”

“I…” Levi cleared his throat again. Then he leaned his head back against the plain plaster wall behind them. “I… just think it gives the wrong idea.”

“So what… you rode out here to defend my honour?” Hange laughed derisively. “Give me a break…”

“Don’t be stupid. I mean it gives him the wrong idea.”

The corners of the windows were misted with white. The darkness beyond was speckled with wisps of magic.

“Moblit told me about the last time you both met that guy… he said there was something off about him. You all felt it. And… I didn’t like the idea of you being stuck with someone who makes you feel that uncomfortable.”

Hange wrapped their arms around their knees. They turned their face away and remained still, half-hidden by their sleeve.

“It’s not your job to rescue me… I don’t know why you think it is.”

In answer, Levi drew towards them. Wordlessly, he picked up his sweater and swept it around Hange’s shoulders so that the sleeves embraced them around the neck. His hand lingered upon the material; his eyes intent upon their face. Then he moved back against the wall.

Silence lay upon the scene once more, only broken by tiny, incidental sounds. The humming of the overhead lights. The clicking of the radiator. Rustlings of snow whispered their secrets against the glass. The quiet rasp of Levi’s breath. Within that small room surrounded by flaking plaster and old paper… the smell of chalk dust and dried paint… Hange heaved an exhausted, tearless sigh. So consumed by their anger, they had hardly noticed Levi. He was sleeping, his head resting against the faded wall. His face was drawn and pale.

Removing his sweater from around their shoulders, Hange draped it over his lap. Levi gave a small grunt in response but did not stir. Hange placed the back of their hand against his forehead, withdrawing as his skin burned them.

“You idiot,” Hange chided him, “rushing out into a storm to save me, even though you’re sick and trying to hide it… who do you think you are, a knight in shining armour?”

Hange studied his pale brow, tightened with worry, even now as he slept. They mapped out the contours of his angular cheekbones; the small, curved nose; his sharpened jawline.

“You were born in the wrong era, Levi. You ought to have lived in the time of fair maidens so you could ride in on horseback and be the hero.” They gave a sparkling peal of laughter, their tone far lighter than before. “It’s just… I’m not cut out to be a damsel in distress, I’m afraid.”

Levi’s dark fringe tickled the back of their hand as they stroked it away from his face.

“You see… you’ve got it all wrong. You don’t need to worry about me… especially when it comes to Zeke.”

The room had grown colder and emptier without Levi’s brash interjections, but Hange would not have woken him for the world. As his breath whistled quietly down his nose, Hange marvelled at the steady rise and fall of his chest.

“...because I can take care of myself… just how I take care of you.”

Instinctively, Hange’s fingers felt for his. They knelt beside him, Levi’s hand held gently in theirs.

“Thanks to you we’ll be stuck here until sunrise…”

Hange touched their own forehead lightly to his. Resting there for a moment, they savoured the warmth of his skin as it flared against their own.

“...we could be the last two people on earth. Maybe we should just stay here forever… just you and me.”

#I bet you're all thinking the same as me...#how could they get ice water all over the floor when those poor cleaners are working so hard?#anyway Anon... hope you liked it #levi ackerman #hange zoe #levihan #levi x hange #levihan angst #levihan oneshot #this is all very CLOY so Imma tag that too...#crash landing on you #attack on titan #snk #festive fics #my writing #thank you for the request - I was really feeling this scene as I started planning it :)

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 9 months

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Bad Idea Right?

A/N: Bad Idea Right? By Olivia Rodrigo with Levi from my Fame AU story. If you read this story it’ll make more sense. Songfic!

Warning: Smut, Swearing,smoking, Cheating, Jealousy, Drinking, P in V, nudity

Nav! // Masterlist

Haven't heard from you in a couple of months

But I'm out right now and I'm all fucked up

And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone

And I'm sensing some undertone

And I'm right here with all my friends

But you're sending me your new address

And I know we're done, I know we're through

But, God, when I look at you

‘Meet me at eight.’ Is all the text reads. I sit there staring at it, unsure what to do. Hange is hosting a kickback at their place, but I’ve been here for a while. I only came because Levi wasn’t going to be here. I didn’t need to worry about running into him. But now, he texts me asking me to come over. Should I go?

“Hey, you okay?” Hange asks me as they hand me a drink. I nod and accept it, shutting my phone off and tossing my head back to finish the drink. After the week I’ve had, I need this.

“I’m fine, just tired. Works been kicking my ass.” I respond, and Hange nods with a frown.

“Well, at least your out of the house. Let me know if you need anything.” Hange says, and I nod as they walk over to Erwin and Armin who are having their own conversation.

‘Hey, How’s the party?’ Megumi’s text reads. I sigh and open it, typing out my message before another comes in from Levi.

‘I’m getting take out. It’s 7:28, I expect you here by 8, 8:10 the latest.’ I frown and linger in the chat with Megumi. I’m sure if I tell him no he won’t hate me. But I know we shouldn’t see each other. We shouldn’t even be friends. He cheated on me. With Petra of all people. Why should I go over? I’ve moved on, I’ve started a new relationship. I don’t need him anymore.

But I want him. Quickly, I text Megumi back. ‘Hey, the parties going great. I don’t feel so well though, so I might crash at Hange’s tonight.’ I respond, before texting again. ‘I’m gonna have a few more drinks so I might not answer.’ I send the text before going to Levi’s message. I write to him. ‘Fine. I’ll be there by 8:20, don’t rush me or I’ll take longer.’ I reply, before he begins to type, the three dots appearing on my screen. ‘Don’t take long.’ Is all Levi says, before I roll my eyes. He’s so needy. ‘8:30’ I type back, before shutting my phone off and tossing it to the side. He’ll live by a few minutes of me being late, it’s not the end of the world.

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)

Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)

Should probably not

I should probably, probably not

“Okay okay, one more drink.” I giggle, leaning on Annie’s shoulder as Hange hands me another drink. At this point I’m not even sure what time it is. It’s late, the music is loud. Eren is rolling a blunt with Zeke while Mikasa is pouring shots.

“You said that a few minutes ago.” Connie says, who’s a bit more sober than I am, but only because he got here late with Sasha and Niccolo.

“Shut up. Just, just let me be okay.” I respond. Annie lifts her glass and taps it against Sasha’s before tapping mine too. The three of us toss our heads back and take our drinks.

“Levi! You made it!” I hear Hange say happily. Fuck. I forgot. I check around looking for the time before I see it on the stove across the room. 10:57. Almost two hours after I told Levi I’d go see him. I don’t look at him, instead I point to the bottle and ask Sasha to get me another drink.

“Let’s take another shot.” I say, and Sasha nods leaning down to grab the bottle.

“No no, you’ve had enough.” I hear, and at that theres a hand on my back. I take my head off Annie’s shoulder and look to see Levi.

“Hey Levi.” Annie slurs, and we both laugh. He just nods before peeling me off her further.

“I’m taking you home.” He says, before I roll my eyes.

“Levi! Don’t leave! You just got here!” Hange whines, and I nod in agreement.

“Hange’s right, at least have a drink with us.” Connie says, and Jean comes back from wherever the fuck he was.

“When did you get here?” Sasha asks him and he shrugs.

“I’ve always been here I was just in the bathroom.” Jean says, and Sasha laughs.

“Take a shot with us. We have rum.” Erwin says with a slight smile. Levi rolls his eyes and let’s me go, Erwin reaching over to the kitchen island to get Levi a shot glass.

“Fine. One shot. Then we’re leaving.” Levi says looking at me, and I just nod lazily as I hug Annie again, who just smiles and doesn’t say much else. Even drunk, she’s still relatively quiet.

Seeing you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seeing you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seeing you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seeing you tonight

Fuck it, it's fine

“Just one more right? Just one more?” Mikasa teases Levi as he takes another shot with Erwin and Zeke. He’s on his sixth, I’m not sure which one I'm on. Levi just flips her off before setting his glass down.

"Fuck you." Levi says, and Mikasa laughs and leans into Eren who is high out of his mind.

"Y/n you okay?" Zeke asks as I lay my head against the couch.

"Mhm~, just tired 's all." I respond, my words blur together.

"Someones had too much to drink." Jean jokes and pokes my side. I jerk forward and laugh, before Eren holds up his blunt to me.

“ You want?” He asks, and I contemplate it for a minute. I haven’t smoked all night, might as well. I nod and he moves from his place near Mikasa to over to me, sliding the blunt between my fingers so I don’t burn myself. His eyes are slightly pink, showing how high he really was even though he seemed calm.

I lift the blunt to my lips, watching as Hange walks over to the speaker to change the song. Only now do I realize how many people are here, and that it isn’t just my friends but other people I don’t know.

Before I can register it, Levi’s next to me, his hand around my wrist as he takes the blunt and puts it out on the ashtray in front of me. He pulls me to stand, and leads me towards the door of the apartment. I wave to everyone goodbye, leaning onto Levi for support as I giggle about being over dramatic. He doesn’t answer me though, and I know where this is going.

Yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

(The biggest lie I ever said)

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

I just tripped and fell into his bed

Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans

I know I should stop, but I can't

And I told my friends I was asleep

But I never said where or in whose sheets

And I pull up to your place on the second floor

And you're standing, smiling at the door

And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men

But I really can't remember when

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I say, and Levi doesn’t answer, instead pressing himself closer to me. We’re on his couch, my shoes are god knows where. My shirt is somewhere else entirely while his hands fumble with the back of my bra. Had we both been sober we would’ve been past this by now, but we’re not.

“Shut up and help me. I cant think with you like this.” Levi says, clearly frustrated. I sigh and shake my head, sitting up. He sits and stares at me before I say it again.

“ Levi this is wrong.” I say, and he frowns. He stands and moves away from me, on the farther side of his living room. “Your right.” He says, looking down. He stands by his large windows, the balcony showing behind him. It’s dark out, the street lights doing nothing but define his body even more than it already is. I shouldn’t be thinking like this.

This is wrong.

He has a girlfriend.

He cheated on me. With Petra. He isn’t mine anymore, he’s her’s.

If Megumi knew he would kill me. If he was here he would be so disappointed. I look back at Levi, who’s looking at me. His eyes are trailing down my body, and for the first time in a long time I feel self conscious under his gaze.

It’s been so long.

If Megumi was here he’d ask why I would do this to him.

But he isn’t here.

“Ah fuck it.” I say, standing and walking over to him. He doesn’t have time to question me. I pull him into a kiss, moving to undo the straps of my bra, letting it fall off my shoulders. “This is probably a bad idea.” I say against his lips, and he laughs, his hand tapping my thigh, before I feel him pick me up.

“Maybe, but it’s the best thing we’ve ever agreed on.”

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)

Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)

Should probably not

I should probably, probably not

Seeing you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seeing you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seeing you tonight

It's a bad idea, right?

Seeing you tonight

Fuck it, it's fine

“Levi- Levi fuck-“ It’s hard to be quiet now. The blankets aren’t even on the bed anymore, neither are our clothes. Levi doesn’t let up though, his forehead against mine.

“What? Missed me too much?” He asks, but he doesn’t let me answer, instead his lips crash into mine, teeth smacking against one another in a hungry kiss. My legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him closer.

“I did. Fuck, I’m close.” I say, almost entirely out of breath. The heavy breathing makes me lightheaded, the pillows long scattered off the bed, so my head hits the mattress.

“He can’t fuck you like I can. He doesn’t know you like I do.” Levi says, his brows scrunched up together. He’s upset.

“He doesn’t, he could never.” I say back, and it’s true. Megumi was nice, he was a good guy. But he wasn’t Levi. Levi grins at this, grabbing my face and pulling me into a rough kiss. It’s enough to make my back arch, enough to send me over the edge.

This is a horrible idea.

But if it’s so bad why does it feel so good?

Yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

(The biggest lie I ever said)

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex

But can't two people reconnect?

I only see him as a friend

I just tripped and fell into his bed

Oh, yes, I know that he's my ex

Can't two people reconnect?

The biggest lie I ever said

I just tripped and fell into his bed

My brain goes-

I can't hear my thoughts

The biggest lie I ever said

My brain goes, "Ah"

Can't hear my thoughts

I just tripped and fell into his bed

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im-sorry-what-ii · 5 months

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Went ice skating for the first time in a while today and all I'm thinking is icemav ice skating au

#the ICEman please why havent i seen this #genuinely a couple hours ago i was so motivated to write this #now its midnight and im kinda not #BUT #im seeing two ways this could go #professional ice skating au which im not skilled anough or educated in the ways of iceskating enough to write #orrr oneshot good skater helping bad skater learb #yall know what i mean here the fluff the cute the falling over onto one another on the ice #ik someone has done this i just know #again #ICEman its just low hanging fruit #but if someone knows the professional iceskating au type thing #lmk #or if anyones writing ut pleas i could be your biggest supporter rn #ok ramblw over #icemav #top gun #side note it turns out im not a good ice skater😔

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thatartistshar0n · 4 months

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Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin Masterlist! ☆

Requests are - OPEN!

Stuff I can write for: Fluff, comfort, angst, crack, character x reader, character x character (as long as the ship is appropriate), AU, modern AU, canon verse, hybrid!character, child!reader (only if it's sfw and wholesome, no romance involved), dere type! character (tsundere, kuudere, yandere, etc.), sibling!character, polyamory (please give me reqs for poly stuff i love it sm).

Stuff I refuse to write for: Smut, kink, suggestive content, abuse (unless if it's abuse comfort), pedophilia, incest, stepcest, child!character x reader, (if the relationship between them is more like a child and parent or siblings, that's allowed. if requested to be in a romantic relationship, that won't be allowed), anything that promotes inappropriate subjects, gore (I can do some violence, but I will not write extremely violent stuff)

Characters

"☆" is used for the characters I'm most fond for and enjoy writing for the most! Don't worry, I can still do other characters!

Eren Jaeger (☆)

Nothing yet!

Mikasa Ackerman (☆)

Nothing yet!

Armin Arlert (☆)

Armin x Reader Panic Attack Comfort

Sasha Braus (☆)

Nothing yet! <3

Connie Springer

Nothing yet! <3

Jean Kirstein

Nothing yet! <3

Christa Lenz/Historia Reiss (☆)

Nothing yet! <3

Ymir (☆)

Nothing yet! <3

Hange Zoe (☆)

Nothing yet! <3

Levi Ackerman

Nothing yet! <3

Erwin Smith

Erwin x Reader Comfort Headcanons

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fantomette22 · 7 months

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12. Love /(Do the Gods love their creations)

The moon and the stars shined brightly, the night was already quite advanced.

Despite this, two hunters have been talking since hours already. About everything and nothing.

It’s been a few minutes since any words have been exchanged. They laid in silence.

Suddenly a voice rise.

"Hey Gehrman?"

"What is it Maria?"

"Do you think the Gods love us ?"

He was taken aback by his friend sudden question. He took a few seconds before responding.

"I… I didn’t really thought about it. You mean the human species in general or individuals? Why that question now?" He chuckled.

"Oh I don’t know... We talked about the Great Ones earlier and i was wondering… Because we love them right? They are our gods and our creators in some sense. We pray to them, do ritual for them, make idols of them and try to serve them. We try to connect and commune with them. We can only hope, and do everything in our power so one day we’ll be able to reunite with them. But do you think they love us back? That we really matter to them?"

"Hm… no one can be certain until we meet them i’m afraid. But, i don’t see why they wouldn’t? They probably don’t love us the same way as we love them but, they probably have their own way right? If they do hate us it's very egoist with everything we do for them! But... I could still understand if they don't like humans that much. With all the awful stuff we're capable of..."

"Yeah, with everything the humans did and do i could understand if they feel ashamed. Ashamed we’re not to their level. Like some failures? But maybe they just think of us as tools…"

"Hm perhaps... But that wouldn't explain why them seemed to lead humanity since centuries. And they can be merciful. So maybe, they do like a few humans?"

"Maybe…"

They fall silent a few seconds, before he asks her a new question.

"Maria, are you afraid they won't like you or something?"

"I...I don't know. I mean, if they were to love someone, that would probably be clerics, or strong, amazing and talented individuals! The best persons around!"

"And you think you're no worth enough for that? You must be one of the most dedicated person after Laurence and the clerics! Everyone love you for your kindness, wise words and dexterity! And everything that you are! So I can't imagine how they wouldn't hm... love someone like you, you know...."

"You really think so?"

"Hm.. y-yes. Certainly..."

She smiled. "Oh thank you!"

"You’re welcome..."

"Yeah maybe they would… Hey I'm sure they would love you too Gehrman!"

"Really? Pfff if only…."

#You know those existential conversations at 3am when you're hanging out with some friends? Yep that’s what happening here x)#my inktober #bloodborne #my art #fantomette22art #lady maria of the astral clocktower #gehrman the first hunter #lady maria #maria & gehrman #writing #oneshot #inktober 2023 #bloodborne fanfiction

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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ok i just read your jake x reader get caught by their teenage son. and it had me thinking about their teenage son has friends over and one of them is clearly crushing on seresin son’s mom (aka reader). jake would be protective and youd tease him bc hes just a kid. and then your son would notice his friends constant looks at you and be like “if you dont stop that youre never coming over again” and jake would be all smug like “thats my boy” 💀

𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

Jake is a wise enough man to know that you're the hot mom.

I mean, really, anyone should know just from looking at you.

But he especially knows because he's been your partner for a long time; he knows the kind of attention you get from both sexes, the kind of looks you never really see but he achingly does.

So he isn't surprised necessarily whenever August brings his friends over for a pool day and finds all of those pimple-faced boys practically drooling over you.

Not that they can help themselves really--they're jacked up on hormones and probably just discovered porn, like, recently.

Honestly, it's kind of endearing at first.

All the boys are stuttering out yes ma'am's and gaping at you and stealing long-lasting glances whenever they can.

Not that you even notice--no, you're just preoccupied trying to be a good host. You've done the whole mom-thing today by cutting up about a billion fruits, buying sub sandwiches for everyone, getting the bluetooth speaker out, setting out towels, the whole ordeal. It's important to you that all of August's friends feel comfortable in your home.

This surprises Jake because most of the boys haven't discovered the wonders of deodorant yet, but he understands that you're softer by nature.

Jake's right there next to you, making sure everything runs smoothly. But dammit if he finds himself unable to take his eyes off you, too--you look undeniably sexy today. You look sexy every single day, no matter the time (hence getting caught so early in the morning that one fateful day).

You're wearing a black one-piece, your most conservative swimsuit, that comes up high on the hips and kisses your curves just right. Your hair is in a clip and your cheeks are sun kissed and your chest is glowing with sunscreen--God, you just look effortlessly beautiful today.

Honestly, you look like you could be in a swimsuit catalog. Like one of the ones Jake would've stolen from his mother's bathroom when he was August's age. So he kind of gets the boggling.

It doesn't help that you're prancing all around, making sure there are enough napkins and running back into the house whenever you remember that you bought the makings for virgin margaritas.

He sees all the boys drooling over you when you sit on your knees at the edge of the pool and bend forward to dole out the glasses.

He also sees August punch a few of his friends arms with an incredulous look--one Jake found himself on the receiving end of not long ago.

The first time Jake steps in is when one of the boys, named something dumb like Braydenleigh or something like that, spills his drink all down your front. He frames it like an accident, his cheeks going bright red and his voice thin as he blurts apologies. But Jake saw it happen--he saw Braydenleigh nudge one of the other boys with a smirk, saw him get into position and let the glass slip out of his hands and all over your plush chest and lap as you sat on the edge of the pool.

You're too nice--you are forgiving him instantly, assuring him that the cool drink is honestly for the best since it's so hot! Plus you're wearing black, so no need to worry about a stain!

But you're running your fingers along your breasts now, your hands getting sticky with lime and salt, and instead of dirtying the pool water that your husband religiously tries to keep clean, you start to carefully lick your hands free of the margarita.

And every single boy in the pool is oggling, their eyes practically bulging out of their heads as they move to cross their hands over their crotches.

"Hey, baby, c'mere," Jake says as he approaches, discarding his shirt so the bird-chested boys can see what a real man's chest looks like. "Use this."

Jake hands you his shirt and you grin up at him, taking it softly and beginning to dab at your chest with it.

"Thanks, baby!"

"Why don't you boys run along and find a jet to hump or something?" Jake says to the boys, a grin plastered to his lips.

Then they're all blushing again, fleeing, as August snickers softly to himself.

But then Jake looks down at you and sees that you're gaping at him now, your eyes narrowed.

"What was that?" You hiss.

"What was what?" Jake says innocently, definitely not flexing his biceps as he stretches nonchalantly.

"Oh, I get it," you grin, holding your hips and letting his shirt sit in your lap. "You're jealous, huh?"

Jake scoffs. As if.

"Not jealous of a bunch of little boys," Jake says as he sits decide you, making sure your thighs are pressed together.

"Mmhmm, so I guess you took your shirt off because you're hot, then?"

Jake laughs, shrugging.

"My wife needed my help," he says. "I am a gentleman after all."

"Wow," you sigh, leaning on his shoulder. "If only there were some sort of item that could soak up liquids--you know, like a towel. And if only we were somewhere that have towels in abundance--you know, like a pool."

Jake just grins.

"Wishful thinking, sweetie."

And even though you don't really believe that the boys think you're hot and you're specifically looking away from them when you know that their glances have fallen on you once more, you love your husband for protecting you.

"Hey, uh, Mrs. Seresin?" One of the boys calls out as the other boys flock around him giggling.

"Yes, honey?" You ask sweetly.

August is staring at the boy from the other side of the pool, absolutely fed up with all of his friends antics today.

The boy clears his throat and gives you a nauseating grin.

"We have an odd number for chicken," he explains pathetically. "Wanna partner up and get on my shoulders?"

Before you can even respond, too shocked to do anything but laugh at first, August is trudging through the water to stand in between you and the boy. Jake has stiffened beside you, putting an arm around you protectively.

"Bro, if you don't stop coming onto my mom, then I'll be forced to tell everyone here that you wet the bed a couple weeks ago!" August says.

The boy goes absolutely pale as the rest of their friends break out in laughter.

Honestly, you want to reprimand him. He can be a brutal little thing, something he gets from his father, and you can't help but feel a little sorry for the little pervert that wets his bed.

But then August gestures to you and very fiercely says, "Apologize to her, bro. Now!"

And the boy meekly apologizes, barely able to meet your gaze. The other boys are hitting his arms now, unable to control their roaring laughter.

"I've told you before, Hayden," August says incredulously, crossing his arms and tutting. "You're never gonna get anywhere in life if you don't respect women."

And suddenly you've never been more proud of your little man. You've always known that he's got a good head on his shoulders. He's truly wise beyond his years, something he gets from you. And you know that you brought him up to respect women, especially with the aid of your husband who practically worships the dirt you walk on, but seeing it in action just makes your heart soar.

If you didn't know any better, you'd hop into the pool and kiss his sweet little face. But you know that would just take all the attention off Piss Pervert and you want him to burn a little bit.

"Atta boy," Jake whispers, choking on his own pride for your son.

"We should get him a dog or something," you whisper, smiling fondly at August as he initiates a group-wide game of Marco-Polo.

"A car, maybe?"

"Something," you whisper back to Jake, leaning on his shoulder. "He's a good boy."

"He's got a good mama," Jake whispers, squeezing your hip and pressing a chaste kiss to your hair. "Raised him right."

"Don't worry," you tease, "I'm sure there's still time to mess him up."

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grungelevi · 2 years

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Y/N : How's the sexiest person here?

Levi: I don't know, how are you?

Y/N , flustered: I-

Hange, from across the meeting room: I'm doing great, thanks!

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #oneshot #levi heichou #snk levi #captain levi #levi x you #levi x y/n #shingeki no kyojin #hange zoe #hange zoë #commander hange #hange attack on titan #aot hange

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selkiecoded · 2 months

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i love reading fan-translated manga bc one group will make it sound incomprehensible due to the lack of localization, one group will make it sound completely normal, and one group will make it sound incomprehensible due to the extremity of localization. never change.

#love this one vampire oneshot who kept using britsh-isms. balls.. i made up my mind i wouldnt drink it yeah..?#but im reading one that got a new translator who started going OFF THE RAILS. okay this character is a 30yo accountant right.#one chapter hes talking normal. the next: 'as long as the miasma lingers the strength of the barrier becomes crucial baby!#we're gonna have surveillance team stationed in the forest baby! theyll be rockin those raincoats; regularly layin down the law to prevent #any nasty toxic fumes from escapin. its gonna be a 40 out of 10 no doubt! in short its a matter of 'wipe your own ass'!'#WHAT ARE YOU SAYING IM GOING TO THROW UP LAUGHING #and then his love interest (stoic; LOVE INTEREST I WANT TO EMPHASIZE)#is like 'youve been hanging around the miasma core for quite a while today dude!'#dont call him dude before you fuck are you crazy!

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puhpandas · 7 months

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Halloween Spirit

(1,770 words)

Evan learns that the spirit of Halloween comes with enjoying spending time with people you love during the season, and thats why he'd never felt anything of the sort with Michael and his father. 🍫🎃🕷

"Have you ever been to Spirit Halloween?" Gregory asks him someday when they're hanging out at his house. Evan looks up from one of Gregory's drawings he was coloring in and tilts his head.

"No." Evan replies after a moment. And hes never wanted to, either. Not only would getting there mean either his Father or Michael would have to take him, but he knows Michael gets all of the scary masks he terrifies Evan with there. Plus that there are animatronics with uncanny molds and bloody faces and long fingers and black cloaks that jump out and scream at you.

So hes never really had an urge to go. Hence why he's literally never been.

"Never?!" Gregory exclaims when he learns about it. He jumps up off of his bed, shaking his head. "Evan, going to Spirit Halloween is like... it's like a major life event. Its tradition. You go to Spirit Halloween every year during the season to get pumped for it."

"I've never heard of that." Evan replies. "I've just... never had a reason to go."

He purposefully leaves out all the reasons he never has wanted to go. He doesnt want to be a Debbie Downer.

"Well now you do." Gregory tells him. He grabs the sketchbook out of Evan's hands, setting it on his comforter and then yanking Evan off the bed with suprising strength. "I'm taking you to Spirit Halloween today. No take backs."

Evan yelps, and only narrowly avoids eating carpet. "I never even agreed in the first place." Evan points out. After he doesnt pull away, Gregory let's him go to slide his shoes on. "But... sure. I'll go with you."

"Yes!" Gregory pumps a fist, slipping a navy hoodie on. With a faint smile at Gregory's excitement, Evan stays how he is, already wearing a plenty warm wool sweater. All he has to do is pull his own converse on and they're out the door.

"How have you never been?" Gregory comments when they've set off, following the sidewalk. The trees have long since all turned reds and oranges and yellows, and they flutter in the pleasant breeze the Autumn season is producing. Pumpkins and skeletons and spiderwebs decorate every yard theyve passed, and store windows hold those jelly stick-on's. "Pretty much everyone has."

"Nobody's ever taken me." Evan replies, shrugging. "My family doesnt really decorate. Especially now that its just us."

Before, when his Mom and Elizabeth were still living with them, there would be the occasional decorating. Elizabeth would whine and push for something seasonal to celebrate and his parents would cave and buy some cheap decorations to sling up around the house. But that was years ago, when he was a much younger kid. Now, hes thirteen, and its just him, Michael, and their Father.

Evan dares to think Michael would actually like to have decorations up. It's just that he believes he's 'too cool' for things like that. He's always enjoyed Halloween, if not for access to extra scary masks then to run around town with his friends to spook other innocent children. Plus, the king size candy bars he always brings home have to mean something.

Evan's never really had a reason to like it when every time he'd dress up he'd be made fun of in some sort of way, and then actively targeted as soon as he'd step outside. Plus, everything Michael likes about Halloween, Evan dislikes.

But Evan dares to believe this year will be different. The reason being right next to him.

"God, your family is so boring." Gregory groans. "Nobody even took you like... when you were a kid years ago?"

"Nope."

"Ugh." Gregory makes a face, slinging an arm around Evan's shoulder. "Well thats why you dont like Halloween. Because your family has always sucked too bad to let you enjoy it."

Evan nods sagely, knowing its true. His family always makes Halloween what they do or dont do. And usually, Evan's never cared enough to wish for a better, more seasonal holiday. He's always been too worried about other things to be in any sort of joyful mood.

"Well, dont worry about it right now, alright?" Gregory tells him, shooting him a grin. "This year you'll get to experience real Halloween. We'll get you a costume and take you to see cool stuff, and you'll get to do stuff like carve pumpkins and bake cookies with us."

Evan's eyes widen at the influx of activities. He's only ever done maybe a couple of those throughout his whole life.

He looks at Gregory earnestly, brain already flashing with images of Evan laughing and smiling, flinging cookie batter at Gregory, costume shopping without the lingering paranoia, and digging his hands inside a pumpkins guts.

The promise of having fun with people he actually likes, who like him back is so overwhelming, he almost tears up.

He pushes it down, offering Gregory a wobbly smile. "That... that sounds fun."

"It always is!" Gregory boasts, and Evan is convinced he can see stars in his eyes. "Man, I wish Ness were here. I really want her to meet you. It would be so cool spending Halloween with both of you.

There goes another mention of the infamous older-sister-away-at-college. Evan's heard a few of those, but it's not what he focuses on in that moment.

Something about Gregory putting him on the same level as his biological sibling makes something warm and fluttery bloom in Evan's stomach.

"You'll get to introduce me someday." Is all Evan manages to get out, and he almost backtracks at the implication in his sentence that Gregory will be willing to stick by him that long. But Gregory just smiles, shakes his shoulders a bit, and goes "She'll love you."

Evan hides his smile in the collar of his sweater. If Gregory is so sure, Evan cant wait to meet her, too.

It's not long at all afterwards that they finally make it to the store. Evan thinks it looks very bare bones, compared to how Gregory was describing it, but Gregory just says not to judge a book by its cover.

Gregory was right. The inside is what counts.

Halloween decorations fill very inch, gravestones and spiderwebs and skeletons waiting to greet you. There are tons of different mini-sets around the store with animatronics, and despite how Evan stays as far away from the animatronics as possible, Gregory's excitement over them make him feel better about how creepy they are.

Evan's favorite section though has to be the costume wall.

It's just a shelf full of silly costumes stuffed in bags from floor to ceiling, and it stretches across almost the entire store.

"Ness and I used to spend hours here just making fun of the costumes." Gregory had said after bringing him to it. "Look at the model on this one."

Then he'd pointed at a dumb looking werewolf, and when Evan had burst out laughing, they'd kept going.

The daylight outside slowly fizzles out in the corner of Evan's vision, in the foreground. That gray, cloudy sky that comes with Autumn fading into a dark, deep blue. By the time its their turn to leave, Evan's cheeks hurt from smiling and his throat is dry from how much he had talked and laughed.

Before they go, Gregory insists on buying Evan a Halloween sweater, no matter how much he'd protested. It's another thing he insists is tradition.

When Gregory didnt budge, Evan caved and chose a really soft black one with and orange collar and a Jack-o-lantern in the middle. Gregory had chosen one for himself, then proceeded to get attached to one of the plastic inaccurate skeleton animals and buy it too. They'd named the little dog with bone ears and a bone nose Davey.

Evan never imagined that this is what the spirit of Halloween is like, but he feels it now more than he ever has. It reminds him of those Christmas movies he'd see on TV where the lesson would be that the true meaning of Christmas is spending time with your family.

As sad as it sounds, Evan never understood those. But he thinks he gets it now.

Because the contrast between last year and this year is so stark. It's not the fact that he went to a Halloween store. If he'd gone last year with Michael and his Father, he would have been miserable, because Michael would try to make him be. This year, he had fun looking at silly stuff with Gregory.

Its only now, when Gregory is handing cash over to the employee behind the counter, who'd just bagged their sweaters and Davey, that he realizes just how much Gregory is his best friend.

They only met in July, after all... but even that feels like a lifetime ago, despite how the school days went by so much quicker with a friend, no longer so awful.

Funny how Evan already feels closer with a boy hes known for a few months than he ever has with his brother and father.

"Can I sleep over?" Evan asks when they break through the doors of the store and the cool air of Autumn washes over his face. He breathes in the scent of fallen leaves and actually notices a difference, this time.

He's feeling bold, he realizes. Scenarios of how he could get in trouble for not asking flash in his mind, but he notices he doesnt really care in the moment.

Gregory, like how telepathic he feels sometimes, notices too. He grins, acknowledging the significance, and nods, bringing out his phone. "Let me call my Dad and we'll swing by your house to grab you a bag."

Evan nods, smiling himself. He plays with the plastic of the bag in-between his fingers, peeking at Davey through the gaps.

"When we get home, I'll make some popcorn and hot chocolate, and then you gotta watch this movie with me. I watch it every year for Halloween."

Evan nods repeatedly, smile already growing on his face. After today, hes sure itll be fun.

They sit on the curb, leaves floating through the breeze, and a light sprinkle starts just in time for Freddy to pull into the driveway.

They hop in the car and Evan watches the scenery outside, looking at people decorations and imagining how he'd carve his own pumpkin, or ice his own cookies.

He'd never cared before now. He'd never cared because he'd never been given the chance to. But now he does. And all he's thinking about is how much 'going home' with Gregory feels right.

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bonus: this is Davey

#i imagine while evan was unhappier stuck with only people who at most tolerate him #any sort of holiday spirit he could feel he isnt.#hes so miserable and is worried about othet things so much he doesnt have it in him to care. especially when it isnt worth it to try #but this is what its all about! doing stupid stuff with ur best friend. this isnt anything flashy #just what u would actually do hanging out with ur bff.#this is earlier in their relationship #so evan isnt as comfortable just dumping why hes uncomfortable about certain things on gregory.#that worry of gregory realizing how weird and annoying and sensitive he is and turning on him is still there.#it wont be long though so. they get there #you can totally bet they had shared custody over Davey #(gregory kept him at his house because evan didnt want something to happen to him at his house)#pandas writes #oneshot #halloween #flashlight duo #flashlight duo modern au #gregory and evan #fnaf gregory #evan afton #my fics

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

: ̗̀➛ word count: 3.9k

: ̗̀➛ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

: ̗̀➛ notes: so i’m new, lmao. and this is my first piece. a small oneshot (or a sneak peak, depending on whether i feel like making this a fic or not) of something completely stupid, lol. enjoy? this is completely satire btw-

: ̗̀➛ summary: joining the survey corps was a stupid move, you knew it. in reality, you only joined the training corps for the sake of escaping a broken household. you were going to choose the garrison regiment (because lord knows how you've already managed to piss off the MP's) until a certain someone - grumpy and unbothered - catches your eye.

next chapter :)

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he sighed.

this man, this blonde and demonic man actually sighed when you were defending him with your entire being. your heart, body, mind, and soul. did he not want that? to tell that nile dok guy that the bro code exists?

so why was he sitting in front of you with his fingers pressing onto the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed and eyes closed. what did you do wrong? you expressed everything you knew he felt but was too kind to say. this bushy eyebrowed man should be thankful. he should be grateful.

yes, the fact that nile dok (commander erwin's previous friend) had a life with the woman that he loved was none of your business.. but you still thought it was a good idea letting that absolute dick know the second thing he did wrong - the first being joining the military police.

behind you, you could hear section commander hange snickering behind her hands. no, this was not funny. this was a serious matter that poor commander erwin could not solve... but that was okay. you could solve it for him so that he could lead his new recruits to a suicide mission (his expeditions) without the extra stress that nile dok had caused many years back.

arms folded over your chest, you raised a brow at the exhausted man sitting in front of you. the audacity of this man, to sit there looking exhausted at not just anyone, but you.

"what have i said about this?" he said, so lowly, you might have missed it if you weren't so focused on eyeing him with a look that said be-grateful-i-exist. the commander's head was now raised, his hands were clasped tightly in front of him, and he looked as though he had aged ten times faster in one sitting.

what?

why is he more stressed with this?

i helped him.

"i'm over it."

you snapped.

"see, that's where i know you're lying, because if you were really over it, you wouldn't have told me the story to begin with," you argued matter-of-factly. "like, i'm just a random member of the training corps. we haven't even graduated yet."

"i only told you," began the commander, "because you were pestering me about it."

"and something inside that big brain of yours told you that you should tell this random cadet about your sad life story."

you smiled at him, feeling pleased with yourself. there were many times you had rendered many people speechless, so why was the commander looking surprised at your response?

"i did not expect you to have the courage to then interrogate commander nile dok about our past," said commander erwin, side eyeing hange. "you are not helping, hange."

"i apologise, erwin," whispered hange, a small snort slipping out.

"no, don't apologise section commander," you intervened swiftly, turning to look at the woman whose laughter merely increased. you turned back to the commander quickly. "right now, i could be training with my classmates. but no, i'm stuck here giving you a lecture on why you should pursue that woman —"

"actually, i think that you'll find that i'm the one giving you the lecture —"

"which you clearly failed, seeing as you're just sitting there sighing and smacking your forehead like this." you proceeded to demonstrate (with a little exaggeration) the way he kept face palming.

that was it for the section commander. she absolutely exploded with laughter, her glasses slipping down her nose. commander erwin sat up straighter, eyeing hange with as much seriousness as needed when going on an expedition.

"hange — out —"

"no!" started hange, saluting with so much speed, you were surprised she didn't falter when she stood up straighter. "no, i'll be quiet! i promise!"

"right now, as we speak, he could be inserting his member in her —"

"right that's quite enough, cadet."

"see, you won't even let me finish!"

"because this is getting too rowdy —"

"you could be getting rowdy with her right now, but —"

"enough!"

you did not even flinch when one of his hands came in contact with his desk. you raised a brow at him. he didn't even look angry.

"see, if you keep slamming your arm like that, one day you're gonna lose it, so be careful. what's her name — marie? — she won't want you if you've only got one arm —"

"right, this doesn't seem to be working," sighed commander erwin, rubbing his face as hange (once again) began howling with laughter. she didn't even bother apologising this time.

"i'm glad we're on the same page," you grumbled.

"yes."

"you just don't seem to understand!"

"we aren't on the same page, then," said the commander, shaking his head slowly. for just a little while, there was a comfortable silence that consumed you all. all that could be heard was hange's quiet snickering, which seemed to irk the commander to some extent, because he leaned back in his chair and extended his arm to pull out a sheet, presenting it to you.

"oh, is that the letter you wrote for her? are you finally going to show it to me?"

commander erwin shook his head. "i think you'll find that i cannot trust you to keep this to yourself."

"so.. you're saying that it's not the letter?"

he nodded. you deflated, irritated.

"well you could have just said that instead of trying to guilt trip me! you thought you did something there, didn't you?"

the commander looked over your shoulder and made eye contact with hange.

"can you believe that this woman is twenty years old?"

you clenched your jaw, eyes narrowed. i'm right in front of you.

"you're asking the same woman who was laughing at all this!" you argued, moving your head in the way of his line of sight.

you turned around, raising your eyebrows at hange, who shrugged.

"she's got a point, erwin."

"this letter," commander erwin continued, as if he hadn't heard her at all; you faced him once more, "is a report of what you've done and said that has made commander nile dok request that i sit and have a chat with you."

you opened your mouth to say something. something smart, perhaps, but was silenced immediately when commander erwin raised his hand to halt whatever witty thing you were planning on coming up with. you frowned, but nodded your head, urging him to continue.

"i won't read all of it out. you do, however, need to understand just how serious the things you've said are."

you nodded again. what you said wasn't too bad, you didn't have much to worry about.

"'she has, on numerous occasions, made disrespectful statements regarding my personal life (...) making multiple unacceptable and inappropriate statements, most notably: 'your children were mistakes!'."

"you what?" gasped hange, a loud smack indicating that she had slapped her hand over her mouth in surprise.

"that's not true!" you argued quickly, hands gripping on to the arms of the chair you were sitting in.

the commander raised a bushy brow, as if to say 'tell your side'. you shifted in your seat, making yourself more comfortable. the wood beneath you was only just flattening your bottom, which was a disappointment, really and truly.

"i said that his kids should have been yours," you told him with pride.

if you rendered the commander speechless before, then now he was practically mute. the grip on the sheet of paper had tightened notably, the furrowing of his brows had completely stopped, and his mouth was no longer pressed in a thin line, instead left agape in... astonishment?

i know he's secretly impressed, you thought to yourself.

he did not say a word after that, choosing instead to stare at you. he wasn't even angry (well of course he wasn't, you did the right thing) but if you remembered correctly, nile dok was, opting to show you his entire dictionary of colourful vocabulary.

"may i.. be.. e-excused?" you heard hange choke out from behind you. she didn't even wait for an answer before she left the room, the satisfying click of the door filling the silence in his office.

that silence did not last long anyway. hange's laughter echoed around the corridors, but you didn't understand what was funny. you were dead serious and you would fight for poor commander erwin smith, who lost his loved one to his best friend.

he cleared his throat, looking grave.

"i'm sure you understand how what you really said was far worse than what was written, then?"

"by 'worse' do you mean impressive?"

"no."

"then what?"

"i mean worse. you can get into serious trouble for this."

"hey, i thought you scouts were all about freedom?" you protested sharply. "well this is my freedom. freedom of speech, i can't get in trouble for that."

"against the commander of the military police brigade?"

"oh don't act like you're all best friends," you spoke, narrowing your eyes. "everyone knows the scouts and the mp's have beef."

"beef?"

"you guys want to fight and you know it," you clarified, "and you have me for that, and personally, i think we're winning. you know what could help us really grab that trophy?"

"we're not competing for a troph—"

"you and marie, power couple!"

"cadet l/n," the commander voiced firmly, "i urge you to drop the thought at once. the scouts aren't competing for a trophy that you think the mp's might already have. and you are not a scout either."

"exactly. you're literally getting inside info from me, do you realise what type of an advantage that is?"

"i was under the assumption that you wanted to join the garrison regiment," said commander erwin fondly. this seemed to be the only time he had conveyed any form of emotion during this entire conversation. "dot pyxis is a dear friend of mine."

"i do want to join them," you announced clearly, "and it's because commander dot pyxis is your friend that the garrisons are also secretly on your side... they're just not part of the drama."

"moving on," continued commander erwin, completely ignoring your statement.

you didn't even feel disappointed at that. the fact that commander erwin, an actual devil in disguise, could not find a way to argue against your points meant that you had a good explanation that nobody could debunk.

"'mp's are all fat pigs who sit on their asses all day, abusing their power, i say we behead them'."

"why's the old man offended about that?"

"you're aware that you said this to the commander of the military police brigade?"

"it's because it was the commander of the military police brigade that i said it anyway," you revealed calmly.

commander erwin sighed once more. you started.

"oh come on! don't tell me none of your scouts have ever spoken about him like that!"

at that, commander erwin turned his head, now finding the dust on the floor particularly interesting. you found your lips curling with amusement. you were right, again. no surprise there.

"this has nothing to do with you and your history with him. i hardly think that should count, and seeing as you've made it clear that your scouts talk this way, too —"

"they talk this way," agreed commander erwin, finally finding enough courage in him to look you in the eye head on, "but not to nile dok."

"are you saying that if they came face to face with him, they wouldn't?"

again, commander erwin seemed to have no response to this. well that answered your question perfectly. the urge to grin again was coming back, you did not even try repressing it this time.

"'maria deserves poor commander erwin, not you'. when i informed her that her name was marie, not maria, she proceeded to say 'why's she copying wall maria for? she thought she did something, huh?'."

commander erwin looked up at you with contained annoyance.

"you're not telling me i'm wrong for that?" you asked incredulously.

"i wouldn't have mentioned it if you were right."

"see, if you had just pursued her, then maybe i wouldn't be sitting here with you angry at me in the first place," you told him seriously.

"this entire situation has been completely forgotten for years, cadet."

"well clearly not if he's still salty about it."

"you provoked him, l/n," said commander erwin calmly.

"he provoked me!"

"how so?" he asked, as if you were talking over a nice cup of tea.

"anyone that breaks the bro code is a bastard —"

"which brings me to my next point," interrupted the commander, looking down at the sheet with a calculating gaze. "'you even look like someone who would break the bro code. don't know why, your nose is all crooked, how did she go for you? oh no, don't tell me your kids inherited your genes!'."

"another reason as to why his kids should have been yours, sir."

the commander was beginning to look as though he needed to sleep. you couldn't blame him. nile dok really is a backstabber.

"you do realise that i never told marie how i felt?"

"but he knew, right? he knew you and her —"

"it's all in the past. i harbour no hard feelings."

"respectfully, i find that really hard to believe, sir."

"commander nile is impressed with your skill, you know? he thinks you've done exceptionally well in your training," commander erwin informed you.

you scoffed. "is that supposed to make me stop interrogating that man?"

"yes."

"tough."

"look at the way he started the letter, cadet. 'y/n has displayed exceptional skills, most notably in hand-to-hand combat, and ranking tenth among the 104th training corps'."

"wait, wait," you interrupted, a hand extended in a hurry, "how does he know that? he looked in to it, you mean to say? that man was sticking his nose in places where it shouldn't be!"

"reminds me of someone, although i can't seem to put my finger on who it was, exactly," mused commander erwin, looking almost... amused?

"well it's not about whoever that dingbat is," you dismissed airily. "this is about me."

"i'm well aware," nodded commander erwin. "don't you see? he still appreciates how you made it into the top ten. in my personal opinion, i think if you tried harder, you could have jumped yourself up a few numbers."

"yeah, i know. i just did it for fun, really. i just wanted to take the spot of someone who might want to be an mp in the future. we don't need more of them anyway," you confirmed, slipping in a sly wink (one that you could not exactly do correctly — it came out as more of a hard blink).

the commander continued, clearing his throat.

"'however, after careful consideration, i have concluded that i will not be allowing her to join the mp's due to her irresponsible and utterly imprudent behaviour, irrespective of how skilled she is as a cadet'."

"what?" you exclaimed, leaning forward in your seat, eyes wide.

commander erwin merely raised his brows at you, a look of confusion flashing across his features for less than a millisecond. you might have just imagined it was there to begin with.

"'this is why i will therefore not be accepting her joining the mps, regardless of her exceptional skills, due to her irresponsible, unpredictable, reckless and impolitic nature, should she decide she wants to join our regiment'."

"that's not fair!" you argued, your voice rising. "that means i got into the top ten for nothing! i just wasted all that training just to be rejected by the mp's even though those who make it there are promised to choose between the three branches! three!"

commander erwin placed the sheet flat on his desk before tilting his head to the side. this time, you could definitely read every bit of confusion painted creatively over his face.

"am i wrong in assuming that the garrison regiment was your choice since you first joined the training corps?"

"no," you answered truthfully. a pause. then, "but how did you know that?"

"each branch visits the training corps to encourage the cadets to join their regiment, the faction selection part, as i'm sure you're familiar with. the 104th's one is next, in a year. when i was visiting for the 101st, i came across a wild cadet who seemed to be getting an earful from keith shadis."

"yeah? who?" you asked eagerly.

it was always funny seeing someone else get into trouble for a change. seeing as it was always you, it made a nice form of entertainment to see someone else in your shoes, as sick as that might sound.

"a young female, very energetic and incredibly skilled, who unfortunately has been banned from the military police brigade for her... confidence."

you pulled your chair in with excitement.

"some other girl got banned? i have to meet her then, maybe we could rise up against the mp's!"

"oh you know her very well. she's sitting in your seat right now."

"don't be sil—"

you froze.

but you didn't feel embarrassed. you never feel embarrassed.

you looked up, frowning.

"you saw me get into trouble before even properly meeting me?" you scowled, realising your first impression wasn't the way you wanted it to be.

"you boasted about joining the garrisons from the beginning," said commander erwin fondly. "so i'm confused as to why you seem annoyed at being rejected by the mp's. you were never going to join them to begin with."

"your point?"

"you said you made it to the top ten to prevent one more military police member. so why do you feel it is wrong to ban you from joining their regiment if you were not going there anyway?"

"because," you stated.

commander erwin raised a brow.

"because?" he repeated.

"because," you stated once more. "that's my answer."

the commander looked as though he wanted to jump off the wall and land caught between a titan's top and bottom rows of teeth.

"as if i'd ever want to join the mp's anyway, stupid man's making dumb judgements again! imagine his kids end up as stupid as him —"

the commander cleared his throat.

"it's a real shame, cadet. the report demonstrates that you're strong and highly skilled, however it's this that undermines all of that."

"what do you mean 'this'?"

"your behaviour."

"what behaviour? it's perfect."

he sighed, face palmed, and rubbed his nose, just like he did when the conversation began. you copied him and ignored the way he raised a brow at you. you stopped when you got caught, looking up and finding interest in a loose cobweb at the corner of the room.

"i apologise for this," the commander started, tucking away the sheet in his drawer, "but i do have to inform keith shadis about you."

you groaned, deflating in your seat.

"but i defended you, commander."

"i did not need it."

"you so did. i said everything you were afraid of getting off your chest," you explained. "don't worry sir, even though you're reprimanding me, i'll always be on your side. i'll always defend you."

"please do not."

"suddenly i'm hearing other things."

"it seems it has been like that for the entirety of this conversation," commander erwin said, and you chuckled quietly to yourself. "i don't want another report about you again, understood? dismissed, cadet."

"of course, erwin," you said, standing up and saluting.

"commander erwin."

"aw, man. not on a first name basis?"

"cadet."

"fine, fine, i'm leaving," you replied, bored.

waving merrily, you walked over to the double doors, turning the knob and exiting without trouble. the knob felt cool against your palm, and you relished in the feeling before being met with the face of section commander hange, who was beaming from ear to ear.

"i like you," she stated.

"i like me too."

"don't let erwin know," she began, lowering her voice significantly, "but i'm on your side for this."

you nodded, feeling elated that at least someone understood where you were coming from. it would feel much better if the person you were fighting for understood, too. whatever, he'll come around sooner or later, you could feel it.

"levi!" hange screamed, turning on the spot and waving with much more energy than you had done with erwin.

levi?

as in captain levi?

i thought he was an old man.

your questions were answered when hange pulled you in by your shoulders, pointing at the man making his way down the empty corridor.

levi was unusual, you decided, but wow..

levi had dark hair, darker than night itself, styled in a way that had it falling over his face, and if you looked closely, you could see the shaved part beneath it. levi was not like hange, yourself, or (even) commander erwin. levi was scowling in your direction. either he was pissed at hange, or he just had a natural resting bitch face. though his eyes were half lidded, you could still admire the way the pool of grey in them were so elegant yet exciting, sparkling with something that you couldn't quite figure out. his eyes were, in short, gorgeous.

something else that was short was himself, really. levi wasn't at all that tall. in fact, as he came closer and closer, you could see that levi was rather shorter than many of the male cadets you trained with.

but his sharp features made up for that anyway, especially his jawline, sharp enough to slice the nape of a titan's neck itself.

levi, it seemed, was just naturally grumpy; you figured this out when hange began enthusiastically speaking to him.

oh.. and levi, it seemed, was incredibly good looking.

but levi, it seemed, was part of the scout regiment (as shown with the cape he was wearing).

and god, levi, it seemed, would be the reason you foolishly decide that yes, commander erwin being your actual commander would be fitting.

it was at that very moment, did you realise, that once the faction selection part comes in, you'll be picking the scout regiment.

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"you're hiding something, aren't you?" said hange, looking up at erwin with a grin.

hange was too perceptive for her own good. this was something that he wanted to hide, to never show anyone, but of course, how could somebody like hange miss something like this? she couldn't.

erwin rubbed the bridge of his nose for the nth time that day, looking left and right (the corridors were empty) before pulling out the report sheet his ex-friend had written for him.

he read aloud:

"(...) as such, i have come to the rightful conclusion that cadet l/n may need to seek urgent help as her behaviour has been noted by other cadets as 'unusual' or 'weird'. based on her many interactions with me, it would appear that the fellow cadets may be correct’."

hange repressed a snort, and he didn't even have the energy to lecture her about it.

"and you know what the worse part about this is?"

"what?"

"he might be right."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

so.. how was it? worthy of making it in to an unserious, funny fic?? thoughts?? lmao lmk.

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