Time Will Grab Your Wrist

time will grab your wrist

pairing: Levi x reader (gender neutral) 

a/n: surprise. clocks on the wall has a part two. the Levi agenda lives, but another account now. thanks @vennilavee​. hope y’all enjoy 

warnings: violence, blood, spoilers from ova (Ilse Langnar), takes place seasons 1-3, smut (not super detailed), angst, fluff, 

word count: 6.9k

Erwin announced that the gates opened in thirty seconds, the toll of the bell getting louder with each passing millisecond.

Everyone faced the gate, some heads forward and others turned upwards. The sun was still too low in the day, but the light created a perfect contrast against the bell and the small guard tower on the wall.

No matter how many expeditions you’ve gone on or continue to go on, the nerves never cease moments before. No one ever knew what to expect, no one could ever be certain of what would be awaiting them the moment they passed the gates and left the safety of the walls.

Thumbs and index fingers rubbing against Akiko’s reign, your gaze was anywhere but the gate.

You just looked forward to heading to the markets after the expedition, plans already made by you and -

“Geez, I’m tired of waiting,” Hange whined, throwing their head back. They immediately turned towards Levi, “Hey, Levi -”

“No.”

A soft giggled erupted past your lips, your hand quickly shooting up to cover your mouth; in a way that you brushed your fingertips against your lips while sparing Hange an apologetic look.

“I haven’t even said anything yet.”

“You want me to help capture a Titan with you, right? A waste of effort. I don’t want anything to do with it,” Levi deadpanned, eyes never leaving the gate.

You turned your head slightly to the left, internally excusing it as looking at Hange while she asked Mike if he would help her, and not to spare a moment to look at Levi.

“The same old boring answers from the same old boring men,” Hange mused.

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🔥Wings of Freedom (Part 1)🔥

A/N: FINALLY DONE WITH FINALS!!! Thank you everyone for being so patient and supportive while I’ve fought through the last few days of school, I really appreciate it. But I’m finally back now and with some new fics for you guys! Hope you enjoy, and stay safe out there! ❤️

Part 2 is here!

🐉 Song Recommendation: “Dear Fellow Traveller” By: Sea Wolf 🐉

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Levi looked up from where he was sitting on the sofa in his lover’s office, reading a book, at the sound of (Y/N)’s pained groan. He found her trying to suppress a wince as pain shot up her spine, one of her hands reaching back to rub between her shoulder blades while she tried to focus on her work. Levi sighed. He knew she had injured herself somehow, either through training or on the last expedition, but she refused to tell him how or where she had gotten hurt. On top of that, she also refused to let him help her fix it, always batting his hands away and claiming she was fine. He knew she had a high pain tolerance, always had, but now he was getting annoyed with her. She just needed to shove down her pride and let him help her. She was human after all, she clearly wasn’t immune to pain.

Despite her obvious discomfort, (Y/N) continued to work diligently. It was rare that she was working later than him, but lately more work had been dumped on her desk per her request, her way of trying to help her superiors by lessening their load. Levi couldn’t help but feel pride swell in his chest as he watched her write. She was so hardworking, always trying to pitch in where she could. He knew she was tired, but she kept pushing herself to try to take some of the weight off the shoulders of her superiors, claiming they did way more than necessary and it should be no problem for her to help them out a little. She wasn’t even a superior officer, still only a cadet, despite her older age. It was that determination and willingness to take care of others and work hard that drew Levi to her in the first place. It was also what was about to give her a promotion to Squad Leader, one he knew she deserved as he watched her tackle the horde of papers in front of her.

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I saw that requests are opeeen! As your biggest fan I can't NOT take advantage of this😊 I want to request fluff!!! With probably just a pinch of angst~ Reader is a fierce captain on the battlefield BUT outside of it, she is the type of person who is motherly, kind, sweet, a bit shy and more on the meek, gentle side. She takes care of everyone and is widely loved ((104th brats love her as a mom)) We can insert some slightlyyy protective/possessive Levi cuz of all male attention she's getting and how some can't keep their hands off her and he has to subtly put them in their place without revealing too much of their relationship. She also finds it hard to say no, her desire to help people overwhelming her each time which causes some ppl to take advantage of her desire to help and sometimes that leaves her exhausted and close to tears. Levi finally snaps after witnessing Something like this and makes sure to state some things clearly and protect her. Maybe some private, very soft moment can follow with soft Levi but then his squad (our 104th brats) see and they are just so shocked that someone like her is with someone like him. But at the same time their hearts just melt and they love the couple!

Tender Care

warnings: none present, well except for strong language

word count: 4.4k

a/n: omg stop you’re literally the sweetest, I hope you enjoy this and I’ve done the masterpiece of a request justice🤞🏻you deserve so much honestly. Lowkey nervous, but this request made my heart swoooon 💖 I loved it so much, it lived rent free in my head for a day or two before I began writing, thanks for sending it in ❤️❤️

You were known for being approachable and kind, if someone had a problem, they could go to you. It had started in your early days as a cadet, supporting your comrades as best you could and the degree to which people knew you could be quite motherly only escalated when you became a Captain. You’d often see a new recruit struggling after an expedition and even though your eyes held a harsher look on the battlefield, they would soften around your comrades. You would listen to them try describe and process the horrors they had seen or offer a shoulder for them to cry on. Sometimes you’d encourage your comrades to write to their families after moments like this, because being reminded of who loved them was most important and many a time you’d post these letters yourself.

It became a thing after a while, if a soldier wanted to get something to their family, they were directed to you and you took care of the rest, all the while exuding such a caring demeanor that the soldiers would walk away a bit brighter than when they’d arrived.

Your motherly instinct only intensified once the 104th cadets joined the Scouts. You just wanted to protect them instantly, no other scouts had entered the survey corps under more horrific conditions than they had. Not only had some of them seen the horrors of the Titan’s attack on Wall Maria years beforehand, but to be in Trost when an attack happened again? You thought it was absolutely horrific for kids to have witnessed that. It wasn’t just what they had been through, but the fact that they survived it all and still stood before Erwin on recruitment day prepared to accept his grim survival statistics. These recruits had your respect.

There had been a rumor circulating about meat being stolen from one of the storehouses on the exact day Trost had been attacked. Certainly, the incident was at the very bottom of anyone’s priorities, so it was never properly investigated, but you hardly knew of a seasoned soldier who would risk it and the more you thought about it, you were willing to bet it had been someone from the 104th. Although you very much doubted there had been much time for them to enjoy it, even if they had.

The Scouts were busy preparing for the 57th expedition when you called the new recruits to the mess hall, just before the curfew. They’d stood before you in a perfect line while you leaned against a table and took in the sight of them. “I heard meat went missing from a storehouse in Trost.” Some of them grew visibly pale and you waited a few more moments, curious as to what they would do. No one said anything, not one of them sold out the other and you smiled. “Take a seat, you look tired after training all day.”

You turned to walk into the kitchen without waiting to see if they’d moved, they seemed nervous around you, no doubt thinking they were in trouble. They soon found out it was the exact opposite when you emerged from the kitchen moments later with a platter of meat, already cut into portions to avoid any potential fights and a plate piled with bread rolls to make sandwiches.

“No way…”

“Is this real?”

“It cant be…”

“Oh it is.” You hummed and placed the platter in the center of the table before dishing out plates, knives and forks to them all. It may have cost you a large chunk of your wages but seeing the look on their faces was more than worth it. “Don’t make too much noise or you’ll be thrown out, if you need anything else my office is across the way, two doors down on the left. Leave the dishes when you’re done, enjoy.” Offering them a bright smile you left them in peace, looks of disbelief still staring at you.

They must have been okay for the evening since none of them came by your office and when you returned that night ready to clean the dishes, you found your heart swelling with joy at seeing them all stacked on the table, freshly washed and respectfully returned.

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It was safe to say you were attached to the 104th after that and they had a soft spot for you. You’d often have Sasha outside your door wondering if you could sneak her more food. Connie and Jean would often request that you sent their letters to their family, but Jean was always a bit more secretive about doing so, each time he would say “Not a word to anyone else.” It seemed like his friends would make fun of him if they knew, but the secret was safe with you. On one occasion Mikasa’s scarf had torn slightly and you’d offered to stitch it, she’d been utterly hesitant to leave it in your care, to say the least, so you asked her to join you while you worked. Any time you were present for Hange experimenting Eren’s Titan ability, you were quick to suggest taking breaks when you saw it was going too far. And more often than not, when you brought water supplies to your squads training sessions, you would bring extra for Levi’s as well. Each time he seemed to greet you with a “Tch. You spoil them.”

Levi could see you clearly loved the brats and they loved you, it was more than obvious how that seemed to extend to the rest of the regiment too. Sometimes he caught people blushing and bashfully talking to you and on the rare occasion he caught someone looking at you in less than a decent way and nudging others. There was nothing that seemed to ignite his possessiveness quicker and he would appear instantly in front of them, a dark look in his eyes as he would say “Oi, keep your filthy thoughts to yourself. You’re on stable duty for the next month.” Goodness help whoever gawked at him or tried to answer back “Make that two months.” He would only arch his eyebrow slightly, challenging them for him to go on.

Nobody seemed to take particular note of when he would swoop in like this, they did not question why, at least as far as he could tell. If anything they always seemed eager to get away from the intensity of the glare he would pin them with. Levi had accepted that he would protect you like this without you even noticing, because you were utterly caring and deserved to be protected at all costs.

The truth was, he loved you, more than words could describe. He felt entirely undeserving of your love, but you were the missing piece in his life. Levi was complete with you.

Which was why when he walked back to their shared room at the end of the day and opened the door to see you with your head in your hands surrounded by a pile of the Scouts capes, he was by your side instantly.

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Everything seemed to build up on that day. You could hardly get through your paperwork without someone knocking at your door, some wanted to discuss what had just happened on a recent expedition and you’d been more than willing to listen to them and offer some words of comfort. Yet the day went on and fellow comrades delivered more and more letters that would need to be posted. Many were the final words of scouts that had taken preventative measures before going on the expedition and entrusted them to their friends who now left them in your care. The weight of the day seemed to fall heavily on your shoulders and when you did eventually get some time to yourself, you’d eyed the stack of letters, a looming reminder of the lives that were lost and you could hardly concentrate. It was difficult to say no to someone when they asked for a request. It felt selfish even. You’d been a veteran long enough to know just how this job went, that these hard days were not often and your comrades only meant the best, but logic wasn’t helping you cope with feeling overwhelmed.

So when a soft knock came at your door and you told the person to enter, you found your expression softening at the sight of Armin and Jean standing there, with a pile of green capes in their arms.

“Captain y/n…” Armin started almost nervously and he averted his eyes for a second. “Some of our capes got torn in the last expedition.”

“We wanted to ask if you’d help fix them for us.” Jean finished and how could you say no? With them standing there in your doorway, Armin looking like he didn’t want to ask because it would cause a hassle and the sight of the pile indicating that almost all of them had experienced some issue with their uniform.

You stood up from your desk and walking towards them you moved your arms in front of you “Of course, leave them with me.”

“We can carry them for you!” Armin quickly offered, but you shook your head, you could see how tired they looked. It had only been a day since returning after all. “It’s alright, I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.” Managing to offer them a bright smile, after a few seconds of reluctance they stepped forward to place the pile in your hands. They’d thanked you before leaving and you stood there for a second with the pile in your hands before a soft sigh passed your lips and you walked back to your shared room, hardly being able to see over the pile.

Some soldiers asked if you were fixing capes on your walk there and if you could fix theirs too. You could just about offer a small smile “Sure” and they promised to leave them by your office later.

The capes had just been worn on the last expedition, so when you entered your lovers office that was adjoined to your shared room, you decided the best hygienic option was to place them on the spare visitors chair in front of Levi’s desk. You didn’t think he’d appreciate bringing uniforms that would need to be fixed and washed into the clean bedroom. Taking a seat in the second visitors chair in front of the desk a soft sigh escaped your lips at the sight of the pile. You were exhausted to say the least, emotionally and physically, the day having taken a lot out of you. You’d grabbed your sewing kit to begin working on the capes, managing to stitch the small tears and rips in a few of the capes before your hands were wavering and you were pricking your own finger more often than stitching the fabric. It was a useless attempt.

Placing down the cape, needle and thread in defeat, you sat forward to hold your face in your hands feeling tears form in your eyes. You weren’t sure why you were feeling like this, normally you could support your comrades in whatever way they needed, but today it was draining and you should have said no to a few things, yet those words never formed easily for you.

“Y/n?” Levi asked gently and you startled slightly seeing him crouched beside you, his hand lingering in the air near your arm. You hadn’t heard him enter, let alone get so close to you and you only wiped away the few tears that had fallen trying to act like you hadn’t let the day consume you.

“Levi, sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

He visibly frowned and stayed exactly where he was, before reaching out to hold your face in his hands. His thumb brushed against your skin gently, wiping away the few more tears that slipped loose. It stirred a comforting feeling in you to see Levi give you such a caring look that you often gave him and so many others. Your lip quivered involuntarily and before you knew it Levi wrapped his arms around you pulling you into his chest in a secure embrace.

“Its alright, you’re alright.” His voice murmured tenderly, and he placed a kiss on your head while you remained buried in his hold. Neither of you moved for a while, you were content to have Levi’s strong arms holding you lovingly close to his chest and his hand thread through your hair in a soothing rhythm. You always found peace near him and slowly, but surely the overwhelming feelings you’d been consumed by only minutes ago started to ease from your body.

“What happened?”

You were grateful your face was buried in his chest. “It doesn’t sound like a big deal if I say it.” You mumbled, half hiding in his arms.

Levi moved slightly to get a better look at your expression and you inwardly cursed that you couldn’t have hid from him for longer. He gave you a pointed stare “Tell me what happened y/n, let me help you.” The look in his eyes was the same soft one he always reserved for you and a small smile formed on your lips. “It was just the day – the demands of it, it all caught up on me.” Your voice fell more quiet towards the end.

A soft sigh passed his lips and Levi closed his eyes just for a moment “You’re too good to them, all of them… you should say no more often.”

“That’s easier said than done.”

“I’ll tell them no for you.”

The smile widened on your lips more as you imagined how that would happen, no doubt some cursing would be involved. You shook your head “Not necessary Levi, I’ll be okay tomorrow.” Truthfully you loved taking care of others and you would be more than happy to continue to do so, but maybe after a short break.

“Tch, fine.”

Levi loosened his secure embrace and stood up properly before offering you his hand. Hesitating only for a moment caused Levi to arch his eyebrows and you glanced towards the still large pile of capes, the work you’d done so far was not even close enough to make a difference. “I should finish these first, I’ll join you afterwards.”

“Who owns them?”

“Your squad” Trying to admit it casually was your best bet. Practically no one knew of their relationship, least of all Levi’s squad and you wondered if they had been so concerned over the state of their uniform out of apprehension of their Captain seeing the state of it. It was ironic their attempt to keep it quiet ended up leading to what they tried to avoid.

“Don’t tell me the brats can’t stitch their own uniforms.” His expression grew serious and deadpanned and you ran through the options of how to smoothly get everyone out of this one.

“Well they’re only kids and I imagine their mothers –”

“Tch. Don’t give me that, you’re coddling them y/n. They fight Titan’s, I’m sure they can stitch fabric.”

“I’m sure some of them can, but I just wanted to help–”

Calloused warm hands placed themselves on the side of your face and your gaze was brought to meet Levi’s, the serious expression softened again as he looked at you and his thumb brushed lightly against your skin. “I know you want to help them, but not at the expense of what you need. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself more.”

Rendered speechless by his words, you could admit he had a point and could only nod once, accepting his words. “Alright, I’ll try.” It seemed to satisfy him enough and he leaned over to press a chaste kiss to your lips. “Let’s go to bed then.”

Once both of you had changed out of your uniform and into the clothes you’d sleep in, you found Levi laying in bed first. He pulled back the duvet for you to move under and you gleefully lay down beside him just as his arms wrapped around your body and held you close to him. Moving your head to lay on his chest, his arm hung loosely over your waist as his slender fingers found their way to the ends of your hair, softly twirling strands around his fingers. Between the exhaustion from the day and the calming rhythm of his fingers, you found yourself slowly being lulled to sleep with his steady heartbeat and comforting presence.

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Levi’s insomnia wasn’t nearly as bad as it was before he met you, but it was still present in his life. Normally he would be content to just lay there holding you in his arms and fall into a trance of reassurance hearing your soft breathing, but he’d been irked by how much of yourself you’d given to be reduced to tears. As carefully as he could and utterly slowly, Levi had eased himself from your arms late that night, instead replacing where he’d laid with a pillow and he froze for a few moments as you shifted in your sleep, wondering if he’d get away with it. This was something he’d only done once before when he’d needed to go to the bathroom, but he figured now was just as important.

Levi was relieved when his movement didn’t wake you up and he leaned over to place a gentle kiss to your head before silently leaving the room. Lighting a candle in his office, his jaw set at seeing the pile of capes again, the annoyance returning. Those damn brats didn’t know how good you were to them. That night Levi stayed up, hand stitching each tear and rip expertly, until they looked almost brand new. Not long after he threw them all into a laundry hamper and made to wash the uniforms before hanging them up to dry. It didn’t take long before he washed his hands after dealing with those dirty clothes and slipped back under the covers with you, managing to avoid disturbing you this time too and the stern words he would have with the brats in the morning were his last thoughts as he slipped into an uneasy sleep.

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A clean laundry basket piled with freshly washed capes was slammed down on the table the next morning. Levi pinned a sharp glare on his squad as they sat eating breakfast in the mess hall, the few of them that were raising spoons to their lips froze instantly sensing his mood and they rather reluctantly looked towards their Captain.

“Explain why a pile of your fucking ruined capes were left with Y/n.” None of them moved, frozen to the spot and not willing to offer an answer. It only caused Levi’s eyebrows to furrow slightly, he would not relent until this was sorted, this situation was not going to happen again and he’d make sure of it.”

“They were torn and ripped, we thought Captain Y/n could help us.” Mikasa offered the explanation, seemingly taking the pressure off of anyone else responding.

“Did you consider when exactly she would have time to do that?” They remained quiet again, pinned under his gaze. “Y/n takes good fucking care of you damn brats.” They shrank slightly under his words, but this was too important for him to coddle them the way you did, he wouldn’t stand for anyone running you into the ground. “Take care of her too.” With that he left them with their freshly repaired capes and not another word on the matter, but when they found themselves with a more grueling training session than usual, he wouldn’t say it was completely unrelated.

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Despite promising to Levi to take care of yourself more, he was taking matters into his own hands for most of that day. Your heart had filled with appreciation for him seeing how he’d taken care of the capes and he’d brushed it off, but you thanked him anyway. Halfway through the day, he brought a tray of tea to your office and took a pile of your paperwork to sort through the details he could do. After dinner that night, Levi insisted you both went on a walk. It was something you both often enjoyed to do, a short reprieve from the busyness of the day to just spend time with one another.

As the sun set over the walls, the both of you walked side by side through the streets that were growing quieter. Levi’s hand had brushed against yours every now and then, distracting you from the casual conversation and bringing a smile to your face each time. Your relationship was a private one and Levi wasn’t particularly fond of public displays of affection, so only once most of the street had cleared did his fingers finally lace with yours.

By the time you both came back to the barracks, the courtyard was practically empty and darkness had crept over the sky, a faint orange glow was cast on their surroundings coming from the lights inside. Pausing for a second, you moved to stand in front of him, resting your hand on his arm while you moved to place a small kiss to his cheek. “Thank you Levi, I had a good day.”

His lips quirked into a soft smile “Don’t thank me y/n, I love you.”

“I love you too.” Those words seemed to cause his smile to widen slightly and you found it mirroring in your own expression as you both glanced at each other full of care. Gravitating towards each other, Levi angled his face towards yours and captured your lips lovingly. The kiss was soft and slow, at first, until your lips parted slightly and Levi’s tongue grazed your lips in such a sensually teasing way. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling your body close while your arms wound their way around his neck with utter familiarity.

“Shit – go back! Go back!”

Both of you froze instantly at the sound of familiar voices, the moment between you instantly shattering from the intrusion of someone else. Levi looked over your shoulder and narrowed his eyes in disbelief of seeing the shocked and stunned looks his squad were giving them. You managed to turn in enough time to see Eren frantically trying to persuade his friends to turn around back the way they came, but sensing both of you looking at him, Eren froze too. It seemed it was too late for either yourself and Levi or his squad from avoiding this.

“What the fuck are you brats doing now.”

Your hands dropped from around Levi’s neck and you went to stand by him instead, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly at the situation.

“We – uh, we – “ Eren tried to form an answer and looked to the others frantically hoping someone else would intervene, but Jean only pushed Eren forward a bit to speak on their behalf and he whipped around quickly an annoyed “Oi!” falling from his mouth and directed at his friend. His protest didn’t make a difference, since being pushed forward meant that Eren was now the focal point of Levi’s glare. “We came to find Captain y/n to apologize for overloading her with our work and offer this as an apology.”

With Eren remaining pinned under Levi’s intense glare, Sasha stepped forward outstretching the small paper bag. You stared at the kids in front of you, they didn’t need to apologise at all and you vaguely wondered what Levi had said to them. After standing still for a few moments you stepped forward to and when Sasha placed the bag on your hand, you glanced down at it, then at Levi’s squad.

“It’s your favourite from the market stall you like so much.” Connie offered, a wide grin on his face like it was the best idea in the world and it was, your heart was melting with the thought they’d put into this.

“I wouldn’t be too thankful yet Captain, Sasha ate one on the way here.”

“Mikasa!”

You covered your mouth with your hand, concealing the smile that was forming on your lips. In a way, you would have been worried if Sasha hadn’t eaten one.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to.”

“You take great care of us Captain, all of us. It’s the least we can do.” Armin offered and slowly the tension in the area that had been there moments beforehand eased away. You cast a look in Levi’s direction to notice the small smile that was on the edge of his lips, as if it was in approval.

“We’re eh – also sorry for interrupting your moment!”

“Tch. Just leave before I change my mind and give you all extra cleaning tomorrow.” The annoyance returned to his expression and you really did have to hide how much your smile was growing. If only they’d left it at the first apology, they could have managed to leave without reminding Levi again.

That seemed to make them clear the area quickly and the sound of their footsteps faded. “Captain Levi with Captain y/n?! I can’t believe it…” Even at a distance from them, you could both hear Eren’s voice work through his disbelief.

“She’s so different than him, how did they even get together?”

“I think they’re suited for one another, maybe they’re in love!”

“Damn brats they talk so fucking loud.” Levi grumbled as his squad’s voices faded in the distance, still discussing what they’d found out that evening. You supposed that was your relationship exposed to the whole regiment now, it wouldn’t take long for someone else to overhear.

You couldn’t find it in you to mind, your heart still soaring from the thoughtful gift they had gotten you and spending such a wonderful day with Levi. Opening the paper bag your eyes practically lit up with glee at seeing your favourite treat inside and Levi peered in to see as well before his hand swooped in and took one for himself.

“Hey!”

“What? I was the one who stitched their capes, I’ve earned some of this.” He took a bite of the food, a vague smug expression on his face and you only shook your head, wrapping your arm around his. “Next time they have a problem, I’ll send them to you then, since you’re so willing to help.” You hummed the reply, earning yourself an unamused look from Levi and you laughed softly. The both of you began to walk back inside to share the rest of what was in the bag and to relax for the evening with a cup of tea and each other’s company.

haechan (lee donghyuck) as a boyfriend.

listen to ‘get you’ by daniel caesar feat. kali uchis

「 confession 」

hyuck has been in love with you for as long as he could remember. you met in first grade, when your family moved into his neighborhood in the middle of the school year. you were such a shy six year old and it felt like everyone had already decided who their best friends were. you might have been completely miserable if it weren’t for haechan.

he was in your class at school and lived right around the block from you, so you saw a lot of each other. hyuck thought you were adorable to be honest, but he couldn’t let you know that, so he made fun of you constantly. despite his teasing words, the two of you were inseparable and all of your teachers cooed over how adorable your friendship was.

despite how sweet he was to you normally, sticking up for you against the other kids and sharing his chocolate milk with you at lunch, haechan could be a little possessive of you when it came to the other students.

he was bossy sometimes, grabbing your hand and tugging you away from jeno (who had only wanted to show you the centipede he found) with the cutest pout on his face.

“what did you do that for?” you punched him in the arm once he had successfully dragged you over to the swings.

“centipedes are dangerous, y/n,” haechan informed you seriously, finally dropping your hand as a pink blush spread across the apples of his cheeks. “they’re poisonous. everyone knows that, idiot.”

your face fell, the happy smile on your face deflating like a balloon. when jeno had called you over you had been so excited to finally be making friends, but now you just felt stupid and small.

seeing you look so dejected was more than haechan’s seven year old heart could take. he felt sick with guilt, because he knew how hard you had been trying to make friends and really that’s all jeno had been trying to do. he opened his mouth to apologize but then your teacher started yelling at everyone to come inside and you immediately took the opportunity to run away from him. that had never happened before. haechan swallowed, blinking back tears before slowly following you inside.

most of the time, your parents liked to carpool with haechan’s, so your mom would take the two of you to school and his would pick you up. but today she was working late, which meant you had to take the bus.

you were always ready to leave before haechan, but you liked walking with him so usually you waited, humming to yourself absentmindedly and occasionally blowing a stray strand of hair out of your eyes. today you left as soon as the bell rang, walking sandwiched in between two other students in your class, jaemin and ryujin.

haechan felt a bubble of sadness press down on his chest when he noticed you leave without him and he had to take a few seconds to try not to cry. the two of you had never been in a fight before and he didn’t know how to fix it, no matter how desperately he wanted to.

jaemin and ryujin were both being picked up from school by their parents, so you had to say goodbye to them as soon as you reached the bus loop. standing by yourself, it hit you how weird this felt without haechan. it hadn’t even been a full two hours since he said those mean things to you, but you missed him.

“y/n?”

hyuck’s voice made you turn around and you had to stop yourself from smiling brightly like you usually did whenever he said your name. his gaze was focused on his shoes as he walked towards you, but he glanced up quickly at you when he reached you.

“hi,” you said softly, resisting the urge to hug the sad look off of your best friend’s face.

“i’m sorry—,” you both said at the same time and stopped. haechan looked at you incredulously.

“you’re sorry? for what? i was the one who was mean.”

“i know,” you looked away from him, fingers finding the end of one of your backpack straps and tugging at it. “but i’m still sorry i didn’t wait for you. i always do.”

hyuck shook his head, amazed. “you don’t need to be sorry, y/n. i should never have called you an idiot. i didn’t mean it.”

“then why did you say it?” your voice was as small as you felt, despite the relief washing over you at his apology.

“i was jealous,” haechan admitted, turning his gaze towards the second wave of buses starting to arrive as the first ones pulled away. “i didn’t want you to like jeno more than me.”

“i think you’re the idiot, not me,” you laughed softly, poking hyuck’s cheek. “why would you ever think that?”

“i don’t know,” haechan tried not to smile and failed completely as he pushed your finger away. “i just really like you a lot and i guess sometimes my mouth says things before i think them through.”

“you like me?” you repeated, eyes wide. haechan blushed red this time, glancing at you quickly before he turned back to the buses.

“we have a bus to catch!” he said loudly, hiking his backpack further up on his back and grabbing your hand to pull you towards the right one, but he was stopped by your giggle and the feeling of your lips pressed against his cheek.

“i like you too, haechannie.”

「 one of your favorite dates 」

nights like these, when you had absolutely nothing to do except hold hyuck’s hand and laugh and eat popcorn, were your favorite.

it was the middle of july, which meant (1) that everything felt sticky and horrible most of the time and (2) you and hyuck rarely went out anymore before five p.m.

every summer you found something new to obsess over and haechan always loved and dreaded finding out what it was. last summer it was baking (hyuck didn’t mind that one). this summer it was drive in movies. you just loved the way they made you feel, like you were in some old timey audrey hepburn movie.

haechan found a spot near the back, far enough away from everyone else that you had some privacy, but still close enough to see the movie. speaking of audrey hepburn, tonight they were playing roman holiday, which was probably one of the best movies ever made if anyone asked you.

“they didn’t have cajun seasoned, so i just got the regular kind,” hyuck passed the bag through the open window of his car before pushing open the door on the driver’s side and sliding in next to you.

“the regular kind?” you repeated, pouting at the boring yellow peeking out of the top of the bag. “wow. get out of the car. you can watch this movie on the ground.”

“shut up and eat the popcorn, you brat,” hyuck reached over to slap your leg, making you squeak in surprise. he bit back the smile that threatened to spread across his face. “so high maintenance. you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“you think i’m cute?” you perked up, grinning when he rolled his eyes at you.

“really? that’s what you got out of that?”

“you think i’m cute,” it wasn’t a question this time. you smirked at him, poking his cheek as he failed to keep the smile off of his face.

“you’re so annoying,” he grabbed your hand as it hovered near his face, linking your fingers easily. “why am i dating you?”

“because i’m cute, remember?”

「 skinship 」

“i promise i didn’t mean it!” haechan pouts, tugging on your sleeve. “c’mon, y/n, don’t be mad at me.”

“why do you have to be the way that you are?” you glare at your boyfriend, jerking your arm away from him. “how many times did i tell you that i was saving that cheesecake? like a million?”

“i said i was sorry,” hyuck bites back a smile. you’re just too cute. “i’ll get you another piece, i swear.”

“i hate you,” you crossed your arms, tugging your blanket tighter around your upper body and pulling your legs up to your chest. “don’t touch me.”

“y/n,” hyuck frowned, all traces of his former smile gone now. “i really am sorry. i guess i just forgot.”

you didn’t answer him and he whined, fingers tugging at the hem of your shorts. “please talk to me. how can i make this better?”

“really?” you felt a grinch-like smile unfurl across your face. “you’d do anything?”

“what kind of ice cream?” haechan sighed, smacking your leg gently.

“chocolate chip, please!” you smirked at him as he glared at you, leaning over to kiss your cheeks before he pushed himself off the couch to grab his coat, almost running back to tickle away the smirk he knew was on your face when you shouted at him, “and don’t forget the sprinkles!”

The Ones who Matter the Most

Request for: motherly captain!reader where they get heavily injured during an expedition and wouldn’t wake up for weeks. [original request can be found here]

Word Count: 6.2k (oops, it flows tho)

Warnings: major character injury, descriptions of injury, angst and some fluff, female pronouns used for reader.

A/n: I think I’m addicted to the reader being motherly so thank you for requesting this. I also listened to ‘arcade’ the orchestral version on repeat while writing so ahahah sorry for how intense it gets. This was also loosely (not a spoiler for it though) inspired by one of the chapters in the aot2 game. Enjoy <3

It took hours of convincing on Hange’s end to persuade Erwin to think capturing more Titan’s was a good idea. When Hange’s proposal was brought up at a weekly meeting, multiple squad leaders present turned it down. It sparked debate about whether it was a useful application of their precious resources and especially after last time, it was hard to persuade some of them that it could be worth it again. Losing Sawney and Bean had been a personal loss for Hange, but there were others who saw it as an insult to the resources they’d put into the experiment. The whole while Erwin mediated the meeting and for the most part, you’d stayed out of it. On a rare occasion you would pitch in, always in favour of Hange’s argument, it was important to advance their knowledge, but you hardly engaged in the others dissension.

“Very well. Its clear the opinion is split. Hange, I support your proposal,” at these words Hange’s spirits seemed to visibly lift “however, it will be up to each squad leader to decide whether their squad will take part.” Their shoulders slumped again at Erwin’s words, after all, the divide in opinion had been so strong, it was not looking favorably that many would join.

“I’m happy to join Hange.” You put forward to first word of support and Hange offered you an appreciative nod. A weighty silence fell over the room and for a second no one else spoke. You wondered if your squad and Hange’s would be enough, it wouldn’t be easy, but it could be done.

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So Much Hate | Tom Holland

Summary: Upon realising how much hate you receive, Tom and the boys decide to address it.

Request: @shootingstarsaretearsofheaven Hey, can I maybe request a Tomxreader where she lives with the four guys. And she always/often appears in the background of ig stories, but she kinda gets a lot of crap and hate and that’s why she never wants to be on live ig and stuff, but the boys (who all love her so much) dont know. They find out because her phone won’t stop ringing, after she was in Tuwaines story, dancing with Haz. And they all make a live from her phone, and say that all the hate is not cool and that she’s family. Thanks❤

Word Count: 1.7k

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A/N: Hopefully this is what you pictured when you requested! Please feel free to send any others to my inbox.

Being in a relationship with such an idealised and loved man, along with the fact that he was an incredible actor who had millions of fans, meant that you received a lot of hate. You had been dating Tom for nearly 18 months, you had kept your relationship secret for the first eight months before Tom had finally confirmed that he had a girlfriend, for the first 2 months of your relationship being public, the hate had been unbearable. 

You had spent a lot of time reading them, criticising yourself and trying to find truth in what they said but eventually it stopped affecting you; you stopped reading it, you blocked users and you did your best to keep your relationship with Tom private. 

Now you were in quarantine with your boyfriend and his brother and best friends, they had been doing live streams regularly, wanting to maintain their interaction with the fans. You only appeared in the back of Instagram stories, a smile here and there before walking out of shot. Tom would try an include you, as did the other boys but your resistance always won out. 

It was a beautifully sunny day and you were outside with the boys; Tom was by the barbeque cooking up burgers whilst you brought a variety of salads, snacks and dips out into the garden on the patio table. Harry, Tuwaine and Harrison were sat around the table, drinking a beer and eating snacks. Once all the food that had been prepared, along with plates and cutlery, you relaxed into a chair of your own. Harry soon decided that music was needed and connected his phone to his speaker; the music played whilst Tom began plating up burgers and sausages, kebabs and corn on the cob. 

Once you had all eaten and Tuwaine, Harry and Harrison had cleared away, the music was turned up louder and you began playing games in the sun. When a certain song began playing through the speaker, you squealed and looked towards Harrison, he chuckled at the memory’s attached with the song and held his hand out towards you. You giggled and jumped up from where you were sat, you reached for his hand to which he quickly spun you around. 

The two of you spun around and danced, the green grass tickling your feet as your bare feet jumped and twirled. You were unaware that Tuwaine was filming the two of you, he zoomed in on the two of you before showing the faces and reactions of the other boys. When the song ended, you and Harrison collapsed to the floor in hysterics. You gave Harrison a hug before standing up and heading inside. You pressed a kiss to Tom’s lips mumbling about how you were going to have a nap, he smiled and pressed his lips to your once more before patting your bum as you walked away. 

You didn’t think to pick up your phone that was sat on the coffee table, instead heading straight for your shared bedroom and sinking into the plush comfort of your duvet. The boys were playing video games downstairs, cheers and boos as they had a tournament to see who was the ultimate victor; tournaments like these were a regular occurrence but there was a distraction with this one, your phone appeared to consistently and constantly be going off. When the buzzing didn’t relent even after 3 games, they decided to see what was happening. 

Tom picked up your phone to see a number of Instagram DM’s and smiled wanting to see what his fans had been sending you. He quickly pressed his thumb to your home button which instantly let Tom into your phone; he instantly opened the Instagram app, swiping so that your DM’s were visible to him. He knew it was cheeky of him to do so but they were his fans after all; you tended to keep your phone private, but then again Tom had his thumb print on your phone so he knew you trusted him. 

He frowned as he began to read the abusive messages that had been sent your way; Tuwaine’s story had been sent to you along with a variety of harsh comments about how you were a slut, a whore, a bitch. The array of names that people sent to you made him sick to his stomach, he swore as he continued to read it. The other boys turned to face him, confused by his sudden angry demeanour. 

“Mate, what’s wrong?” Harrison questioned, concerned to why his best friend appeared so angry at what was on his girlfriend’s phone. Tom didn’t speak, instead he just passed Harrison your phone. The others gathered round as they too read the hate that you received; they were all shocked, shocked at the magnitude of hate that you received as well as shocked at how unaware they were of the hate that was sent your way. Of course, they had seen the rude comments, they had reported some users and had done their best to keep it to a minimum, but they had never considered that there was hate sent directly. 

As they read through the seemingly endless hate you received, they all grew progressively sadder and angrier. Harrison soon exited your direct messages and swiped along to start a live video. Tom grabbed his phone, starting a live stream simultaneously. 

“Hello everyone.” Tom’s tone was strong, harsh but not overly angry. Harry placed a hand on his shoulder, attempting to reassure his brother and calm him. 

“Right well this is going to be a short livestream and we won’t be answering questions. This livestream is for one purpose only and that is to express our upset.” Harrison sounded less angry, rather you could hear the sadness in his voice.

“As many of you will have seen, I posted a video of our lovely Y/N dancing with this div,” Tuwaine tried to ease the tone, “I posted it to share a moment of my friends enjoying themselves and yet the backlash that one of those friends received his shocking.” Tuwaine explained to the thousands of people watching. 

“Guys, the amount of hate that my girlfriend receives purely for being with me, for enjoying herself when she’s around us is horrifying. I cannot comprehend that people who are so supportive and loving towards me would be so hateful and negative towards the women that I love.” Tom sounded less angry than when he had opened the livestream. Comments poured in about how disgusting people were, how they all loved you but that only angered your boyfriend more. 

“Guys, we love you, but Y/N is our family. She’s important to all of us, not only Tom. She is truly the loveliest person in the world and is so supportive of everyone, particularly Tom. She’s so aware of making sure everyone is happy, she keeps her relationship with Tom private as to not upset you guy and yet she still receives such a substantial amount of hate.” Harry smiled at the screen, he didn’t want to upset Tom’s fans and he knew how important they were to Tom, but you were also important. You were not only an incredible friend but also were like a sister to him; you comforted him whenever he was having a down day. 

“That’s all we really have to say guys, so please just stop the hate. I love you guys and hopefully I’ll see you soon.” Tom blew a kiss to the screen before grabbing his phone and ending the live, Harrison following suit with your phone. 

The boys didn’t feel like going back to their games and instead separated off to their rooms in search of other things to do, the mood had significantly lowered since discovering the hate sent your way. Tom headed straight up to your room and quietly creeped in; he saw you curled up under the duvet. Placing both yours and his phone down on the bedside table, he gently peeled back the duvet and lay down next to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your body tightly against his. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. 

The two of you weren’t napping for too much longer, 45 minutes after Tom joining your nap, you began to stir. Instantly, your movement against Tom’s body woke him up. The two of you shifted and sat up, resting your backs against the headboard. He grabbed his phone and handed you yours. 

Your eyebrows creased as you saw that your DM’s were flooded with apologies and love from Tom’s fans, of course there was still some hate but not as much you were used to. You could feel Tom watching you, you turned your head towards him. He smiled at you slightly and you looked back at your phone. You noticed that your profile picture had a circle around it, but you knew that you hadn’t put anything on your story. 

Pressing your profile icon, the livestream that the boys had done popped up onto your screen. Tom wrapped his arm around you and held you tightly as you watched your closest friends and boyfriend speak about the hate you’d been getting, you watched as they supported you and you smiled. Tears welled in your eyes and you turned to look at the man you loved. You pressed your lips to his and once you pulled away you hugged him tightly, burying your head in his neck. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about how much hate you were getting?” Tom’s voice was full of emotion as he held you tightly. 

“I’ve learned to ignore it. I love you and your fans love you too so I would never want to make you feel as though you had to choose or anything.” Your voice was hushed as you spoke into his skin. Tom’s fingers lifted your chin so that you were looking directly into his eyes. 

“My fans are so supportive, and I love them a lot, but you mean more to me than anyone else ever has.” Tom’s voice was muffled as he spoke into your hair, only loud enough for you to hear. You looked up at him, tears staining both yours and his face, his hand cupped your face, his thumb stroking your cheek before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. 

You knew that hate came with the territory of dating a famous actor, but you knew it would be bearable as long as you had Tom by your side. 

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this and that it fulfilled your request! As I said, please feel free to send any other ideas to my inbox!