do you ever just … picture a whole scene, a whole fanfiction in your head, you know how to place every single word of the english dictionary that you need (or your language dictionary), you know how to structure your sentences, you know just what your characters are going to say to each other and then… and then you just open microsoft word.
Its the doc! The blank document steals the ideas from. Your brain!!!! If you want to keep your ideas,, do NOT look at the doc when you open it, look STRAIGHT* AT THE KEYBOARD and write the first words to pop into your head! Once the document isn't empty it, takes away its evil power over you
post war!mikasa ackerman headcanons ╱ angst with comfort, grieving ˚.✦
post war!mikasa ackerman who spends the first months after the rumbling living alone before realizing that she can't. Her pain and grief is too unbearable to be alone, her mind goes fast to places it shouldn't go and it feels like her loneliness is killing her from inside out.
post war!mikasa ackerman who practically begs you to live with her, to share a nice cottage close to the river, with a big forest and good ground to harvest.
post war!mikasa ackerman who cries when you tell her that she didn't need to beg and that you'll move in with her that very night. You don't have much belongings so everything fits in a suitcase that Mikasa insists on carrying.
post war!mikasa ackerman whose house isn't dirty or unorganized, but you can see the grief and sadness in its walls. Paintings and shelves with dust, the garden unattended and barely any food in the kitchen. You don't mention anything, you leave your things in your room and wait until tomorrow when she leaves to run some errands.
post war!mikasa ackerman who arrives a few hours later, the house cleaner and smelling better than ever, everything feels cleaner and easier to breath. "How do I thank you?" she tells you, leaving the bags of food and drinks by the kitchen door. "Please tell me." You smile sweetly, grabbing one of her hands and pushing the kitchen door open. "Let's cook together."
post war!mikasa ackerman who helps you like she can, she's never been a good cook but you teach her how to cut carrots correctly and how to crack an egg without the shell falling into the mixture.
post war!mikasa ackerman who sees the little smile on your face and doesn't understand how you are the same woman you fought beside her on the rumbling, how you were there too and you didn't relive it every night.
post war!mikasa ackerman who's been trying to be quieter during nights, she doesn't want to scare you with her nightmares or crying. She wants you to be at peace so she can be too.
post war!mikasa ackerman who, the first time you slip into her room and sit on the edge of her bed without a word, she freezes. But you just stay there, humming an old melody from your childhood days until her breathing evens out. She doesn't thank you out loud.
post war!mikasa ackerman who starts leaving little things for you in return. A perfectly sharpened knife on the counter, fresh flowers from the forest placed in a jar by your window, her own blanket draped over your chair when the evenings get cold. She never makes a big deal of it. It's her quiet way of saying stay.
post war!mikasa ackerman who begins to smile more when you two work in the garden together. Her hands are still the strongest you've ever seen, but now they move gently through the soil, planting vegetables. You catch her watching you sometimes when she thinks you're not looking, a soft confusion in her face because she can't figure out why your presence makes the heavy ache in her chest feel a little lighter.
post war!mikasa ackerman who tells you about Eren one rainy afternoon while you're both drying dishes. Her voice cracks only once. she doesn't cry, but her fingers tremble around the plate. You listen without trying to fix it, nodding and saying "I know" when the silence stretches too long. After that day, she starts seeking you out more, sitting closer on the porch swing, her shoulder brushing yours as the sun sets over the river.
post war!mikasa ackerman who realizes one quiet evening that she has been waiting for your footsteps every time you leave the house. The cottage feels too empty without you now. She watches you laugh at something silly she said (a rare comment that she didn't even realized it was funny) and feels her heart do a painful flip. It's not the fierce love she once knew. This one is gentler, scarier in its own way.
post war!mikasa ackerman who still has bad days where the grief sits on her heavy, but now she lets you pull her into a hug instead of pulling away. Your arms around her feel safe. she buries her face in your shoulder and breathes you in, the scent of fresh bread and home. She doesn't say i love you yet. The words feel too big, too soon. But she holds you a little tighter each time, hoping you understand what she can't voice.
post war!mikasa ackerman who falls asleep on your lap one night after a particularly hard day, her hair spilling across your thighs as the fire crackles softly. You stroke her head carefully, heart aching with both sadness and warmth. She looks peaceful like this, the lines of constant pain smoothed out. There will be more nightmares, more heavy silences, more bittersweet memories of a boy she loved and lost. But in this small cottage by the river, with the forest whispering outside, she's starting to believe she can carry it all without breaking. Maybe she can even learn to love again.
a/n: mikasa ackerman you're so dear to me<3
art by mochikuyo on x
gf!shoko ieiri and gf!yuki tsukumo love to spoil her younger girlfriend ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
You wandered through the bustling mall with Shoko on your left and Yuki on your right, their hands brushing against yours every few steps, your girlfriends had decided today was for spoiling you rotten.
“Pick whatever you want, baby,” Shoko said, fingers lightly tracing your lower back as you stepped into the first boutique. “We love seeing you in pretty things.”
Yuki grinned beside her. “And we really love taking them off you later.”
You bit your lip, already blushing as they guided you toward the racks. They were so different yet so perfectly in sync when it came to you. Shoko moved calmly, picking out soft sweaters and fitted dresses she thought would hug your body just right. Yuki was bolder, holding up short skirts and low-cut tops with a playful smirk.
You tried on a soft cream-colored sweater first. When you stepped out of the dressing room, both of them were waiting on the little couch outside.
Shoko’s eyes softened immediately. “Come here,” she murmured, reaching out to adjust the collar, her fingers grazing your collarbone. “You look so fucking cute. It makes me want to keep you in my lap all day.”
Yuki leaned back, eyes dragging slowly down your frame. “So cute, your boobs look amazing in it.”
You giggled, twisting a little in front of the mirror. “Stop it…”
But you didn’t want them to stop. Not really.
They kept spoiling you. Dresses, tops, jeans that made your ass look incredible (Yuki’s words). Every time you came out, Shoko would pull you closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple or your shoulder while whispering how beautiful you were, Yuki was less subtle. When you tried on a tight black dress that clung to your curves, she let out a low whistle.
“Fuck, princess. Bend over just a little for me? Yeah, like that. God, I need to fuck you in this later.”
Your face burned, but the giggle that escaped you was pure delight. Shoko snorted, rolling a cigarette between her fingers to smoke later. “You’re making our girl nervous, Yuki.”
“Aw nooo,” Yuki fake pouted, raising her hand for you to come between her legs. “Do I make you nervous, doll?” She batted her eyelashes, looking up at you as her hands rested low on your hips.
“N-no,” you answered, looking at her for one second before looking away.
“Don’t lie…” Shoko added with a little smirk.
You clicked your tongue in frustration, now nodding. “A little.” You put your thumb and index finger close to each other, showing Yuki how little she made you nervous.
“A pretty girl like you can’t be shy.” Yuki shook her head, getting up and grabbing your hand. “C’mon, we’re taking it all and we’re going to the makeup store next.”
Shoko dabbed lipstick on your lips with careful fingers. “This shade looks so pretty on you,” she said softly, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. “Makes me want to kiss it all off.”
Yuki leaned in from the other side, close enough that her breath tickled your ear. “Bet it leaves the prettiest marks on the skin.”
You squirmed in your seat, thighs pressing together, heart racing at how casually they said things like that in public. But they knew exactly how much you loved it.
The lingerie store was the most intense, you felt heat rising to your cheeks the second you stepped inside. “We don’t really have to—”
But they were already choosing sets for you to try on. “This one,” Shoko said, holding a pink lace set up. “You’ll look like an angel in it. Our sweet little angel.”
Yuki immediately grabbed a deep red sheer babydoll. “This one too. I bet your nipples are gonna show right through it.”
They ushered you into the large fitting room together, locking the door behind them. The space was intimate, just the three of you and the warm lighting. You slipped into the pink lace first, hands a little shaky with excitement. When you turned around, both of them went quiet for a second.
Shoko exhaled slowly, stepping closer. Her hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking the bare skin above the panties. “Look at you… so pretty for us.” She kissed your neck gently, then your jaw. “We’re so lucky you’re ours.”
Yuki’s eyes were darker, hungrier. She came up behind you, pressing against your back, hands sliding down to cup your ass. “Jesus, baby. This little set is not lasting all night. I’m gonna eat you out while you’re still wearing it, then fuck you nice and deep till you’re crying my name.”
“Yuki!” You let out a soft, giggly whimper, hiding your burning face against Shoko’s shoulder.
Shoko tilted your chin up, kissing you slow and deep, her tongue teasing yours until your knees felt weak. When she pulled back, Yuki turned your head to claim your mouth too, her kiss hotter, more demanding, biting your bottom lip playfully.
“You’re our good girl, right?” Shoko whispered against your ear.
You nodded fast. “The best.”
“Mm, I love to hear that. Don’t you, Sho?” Yuki commented with a grin against your neck.
Shoko hummed in approval, already planning all the things they’re going to do that night to you together, they love so much to team up against you.
I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.
Seriously though, the way some people treat liking media as if it has an expiration date is so weird to me. And three years is still so recent in the grand scheme of things anyway, actually!
time loop with two people in it but one person refuses to acknowledge the loop and pretends to be looping with everyone else. meanwhile the other person is freaking out
