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@letitberner
The internet hates me I think..the moment I’m like “LEMME GET ON AND RUIN SAYRAM AND REI---- I MEAN FUCK SHIT UP JEAN AND MOBLIT STYLE” its like haha no way you dont deserve bread let alone the chance to redeem yourself with your group..that’s just dumb
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“There.” Moblit sighed to himself tiredly but accomplished. He looked around the apartment the University had provided with him for the last two years and turned his attention to the time, hoping that Farlan would show. He knew the other male was upset, and he had been thinking of ways to approach the situation logically. He let the time get away from him and a month had soon passed them both by before either of them had spoken since their fight. The brunette released a stressed noise when the door finally had a knock at it. Opening the door to reveal a stressed looking but still handsome Farlan, blushing only a bit out of not seeing him for a while. “Please come in, Farlan..” he addressed keeping it simple and stepping aside for him to enter. Moblit took a deep breath and started to talk, knowing the light haired male would be confused. “As you can see..my apartment is practically empty. I-I’ve been constipating our argument a lot. I apologize for calling you childish, I was the one acting like a child when his best friend came into the picture. So, this was the most logically way I could think of apologizing. All of my things are packed and I..I..to show how committed I am to you I was going to formally ask if you’d have me..to allow me to move in with you. I am prepared if you decline..so don’t let that affect your decision. I can wait as long as you need but the offer is on the table, Farlan..” he managed to look over to him for a moment with a sad but genuine smile.
Farlan, as he knew he would, went tense when the door was pulled open and Moblit looked into his eyes. He swallowed and nodded. “Yeh..” He walked inside, looking around at the boxes. He heart felt like it had jumped up into his throat, did this mean that he was leaving? “Don’t go.” He said instantly, his face heating up when he realized he’d had an outburst. “Heh, sorry, go on..” he shut his mouth, slipping his hands into his pockets. He looked at his feet when Moblit said that he was sorry, shaking his head instantly. He was the one who wanted to make everything perfect with them, he was the one who got jealous. Did he even deserve that sorry? He parted his lips to tell him everything was fine, before Moblit dropped a bomb on him. He blinked at him, completely shocked by the offer. He expected Moblit to never want to see him again. “I..You..Mobs..” He exhaled, his eyes welling up before he could even try to pull himself together. He moved to hug him in a instant, a weight lifting from his chest just from having the man in his arms again. “I.. I fucked it up, ya don’t gotta blame yaself, don’t.. Ugh, Mobs, all I want is to be with ya, to be able to always be there for ya too.. Having ya move in is like a dream come true.. havin ya still even like me is a dream come true..” he reached up to wipe his eyes, feeling like an emotional fool. “Moblit, I love ya.. I’d drop everythin for ya, ya know that.” He told him, his voice threatening to crack. “Lotti misses ya.. I miss ya..” he nuzzled against his neck.
Moblit held a bewildered expression at Farlan’s initial outburst and exhaled quickly through his nose with a smirk. He hadn’t the slightest clue that, that was the furthest thing from his thought process. But, he couldn’t blame the other for thinking that way. The two of them hadn’t been speaking and Farlan was known to overreact and be emotional. Moblit couldn’t look in Farlan’s direction just after he spoke his piece, not sure he had stepped out of place or how he was going to take being rejected. It wasn’t on his facial features, but the inner turmoil had crept into his stomach and he felt stricken with sickness. When his taller partner started to cry, he turned to him and chuckled as a relief of stress. “I’m just grateful these are positive words leaving your mouth, despite the tears..” he teased purposely. The shorter male wrapped his arms around his oversized companion and patted his back gently as he nuzzled against his neck. “I’ve missed you both extremely, its been a fair amount of time since I’ve seen you both and I regrettably know it was my stubbornness that added to our prolonged separation. I never wanted you to assume that I no longer wanted to be with you but that was the result inevitably. I wanted to show you I am as committed to you and Lotus as you are to me. There’s no harm in taking the step, right?” he smiled still attached to Farlan who couldn’t seem to let go.
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[text: Mobls]
: I can meet up with you, Levi has Lotti anyway. : uhm.. Or you can come over.. Either way?
[Txt: Farls<3]: If you could actually come over, I would appreciate that better..
: Not if you don’t want to of course
: But if 7pm works I’ll be here
[Text: Mobls]
: Yeah, I can do that.
: I’ll come over around that time.
Farlan exhaled when the time came around, he’d gotten there too earlier and spent the twenty extra minutes going through everything in his head. He figured that Moblit just wanted to make a mends.To clear up the bad air so he could move on. He couldn’t blame him, he’d almost been away from him for a month now and he figured that was a good enough sign as it was. He got out of the car and headed in to the dorm building, finding the one meant for Moblit and taking the plunge and knocking.
“There.” Moblit sighed to himself tiredly but accomplished. He looked around the apartment the University had provided with him for the last two years and turned his attention to the time, hoping that Farlan would show. He knew the other male was upset, and he had been thinking of ways to approach the situation logically. He let the time get away from him and a month had soon passed them both by before either of them had spoken since their fight. The brunette released a stressed noise when the door finally had a knock at it. Opening the door to reveal a stressed looking but still handsome Farlan, blushing only a bit out of not seeing him for a while. “Please come in, Farlan..” he addressed keeping it simple and stepping aside for him to enter. Moblit took a deep breath and started to talk, knowing the light haired male would be confused. “As you can see..my apartment is practically empty. I-I’ve been constipating our argument a lot. I apologize for calling you childish, I was the one acting like a child when his best friend came into the picture. So, this was the most logically way I could think of apologizing. All of my things are packed and I..I..to show how committed I am to you I was going to formally ask if you’d have me..to allow me to move in with you. I am prepared if you decline..so don’t let that affect your decision. I can wait as long as you need but the offer is on the table, Farlan..” he managed to look over to him for a moment with a sad but genuine smile.
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[text: Mobls]
: I can meet up with you, Levi has Lotti anyway. : uhm.. Or you can come over.. Either way?
[Txt: Farls<3]: If you could actually come over, I would appreciate that better..
: Not if you don’t want to of course
: But if 7pm works I’ll be here
[Txt]: Hey.. are you still awake by any chance?
Farlan sat down on his bed and rubbed his temples. He’d just managed to get Lotus to sleep and wasn’t looking forward to another restless night. It was times like this that he missed smoking weed, but he’d made far too many promises to himself and his daughter. He glanced to his phone when it buzzed, his heart pace picking up when he saw “Mobl <3″ flash on the screen. He picked it up, reading the words three times over before responding.
“..Keep ya cool, ya bloody moron..”
[Text: Mobl <3]
: Yeah, I’m still up.
: Is everything okay?
It took some time for Farlan to respond, which made Moblit worry. He was sure that they male was still upset with him but he didn’t think it was still stiffing their communication. He sighed in bed, drinking from the glass of whiskey he had previously poured himself before sending the text. He considered taking himself to bed just as his phone vibrated, “Farls<3″ lighting up his screen.
: Oh yeah, everything is fine, I suppose
: How is Lotus doing?
: ...and you?
"Moblit. Do you have a moment?"
Moblit made himself appear to be in a hurry, offset by the mistaken eye contact he held with Levi. He knew the man would soon appoarch him, but still feeling off guard once he had.
Levi nearly rolled his eyes at how on edge Moblit appeared to be by his presence. “Calm down, Berner. I’m not going to stab your,” he spoke, taking a seat at the table the man was sitting at. “I just want to talk to you.”
Levi knew that Farlan’s relationship problems were none of his business, but he hated just sitting idly by and watch Farlan being miserable. If he could help, in any way possible, he would. “Now, I take it that you’re a smart enough man to now what I want to talk about,” the man spoke. “I simply want to know; what exactly happened between you and Farlan? One moment, you’re al increddibly happy and he’s thinking about you moving in with him, and the next you’ve suddenly broken up. What is going on?”
“That’s a relief.” Moblit half joked with the older man sharing a nervous chuckle. He could admit to himself that Levi affected his subconscious and he couldn’t help the reactions he had whenever he was near. It was something he told himself for Farlan’s sake that he’d work on. He nodded his head when Levi brought up Farlan and sighed for a moment glancing away. “Please, Mr. Ackermen, let’s step inside of my lab. The hallway is no place for this sort of conversation.” Moblit pleaded, leading the way a few steps inside of the laboratory. Once they were safe behind the closed door, the brunette male released a cautious sigh. “We’re going through a rough patch.” he quickly explained. “He reacted poorly to mine and Petra’s relationship and I..spoke out of anger. Which resulted in well..where we are now.” trying to keep it as vague as possible. Moblit was sure that Farlan had already given Levi his side of their argument and Levi was fishing around for answers. “Is..is..Farlan behind this by any chance?”
"Moblit. Do you have a moment?"
Moblit made himself appear to be in a hurry, offset by the mistaken eye contact he held with Levi. He knew the man would soon appoarch him, but still feeling off guard once he had.
Getting a message from Levi like:
“Hey um..Petra?”
Moblit sat down on his couch with a sigh taking a swig of his 4th beer. He plopped across from the female who comfortably sat with a bowl of popcorn in her lap and a cooler in her hand, “Forgive me if this is oversharing, but I think I need to uh..hm..A-Are..
Well…nevermind the terminology…do you think I was too harsh with Farlan?”
Petra almost choked on the popcorn in her mouth when Moblit started to speak, she was not expecting that at all. “Oh man, you gotta give me more of a warning when you’re gonna talk to me about sex, that’s only fair.” She joked, setting her cooler down. She was glad the topic had came up, after all, she’d been hinting at it all night. She wanted to tell him she’d reached out to Farlan, but after how defeated he’d been, she didn’t know how exactly to do that.
“Well.. Maybe. The guy seems pretty torn up over you.. I mean, you miss him right? And his daughter? I’m sure that whatever you two are fighting over can’t be that important after two weeks, yeah?”
“Okay, that is fair you’re correct.” Moblit chuckled at the redhead’s reaction to the sudden change in topic. He would usually bite his tongue and refrain from blurting out such forward things, but the distilled carbonated wheat in his system made him think otherwise. “How do you know how torn he is? Has he mentioned it at all to you?” the brunette asked before instantly shaking his head at the thought. “Nevermind nevermind, I don’t want to know. I can say I do..possibly miss him. And I most certainly miss Lolo…” Moblit grunted at Petra for being right as she usually was. “We’re just so opposing sometimes, and his emotions are showing signs of being chronically enamored with me. I’ve never been shown this much attention before..am I a hypocrite for dreaming of being paid attention to, to finally have it and feel overwhelmed by it?” he took another healthy swig of his beer looking away in hazy thought.
“He didn’t outright say it? He just doesn’t seem as lively as he usually does. The signs aren’t that hard to pickout.” Petra admitted, but left it at that since he didn’t want to hear more. She took another swig of her cooler, she would need it after the conversation that was bound to roll out. She didn’t want to admit to jealousy, the fact that someone was closer to her best friend than she was a nervewracking thought, of course. It all was confusing enough, but Moblit’s happiness was more important to her. “Well..yeah. You’re a part of his child’s life, aren’t you? He must be incredibly attached if he’s let you play such a roll. And no, you’re not. It’s completely understandable that you are so apprehensive. Your parents never gave you enough attention, you don’t know how to handle such an abundance of it and that’s not your fault.” she exhaled. “I think you two are being rash. I feel like you love him enough to feel regret for wasting this. But.. If you feel it’s too much, that’s valid. It’s just fair to leave as soon as possible for their sakes.”
Moblit let his best friend's words sink in for a moment as he polished off the last of his beer. He really had been overthinking the situation for the last two weeks and perhaps Petra was right. He felt overwhelmed but he wasn't sure if it was a bad thing. Moblit bit back a laugh before letting it slip, standing and maneuvering towards the icebox where the fresher drinks were. "You know what's funny? Our parents still fancy us being an item even after all these years of friendship." he pointed out circling the top of his bottle out of mindless distraction. "isn't that a laugh?" unceremoniously coughing after saying that sentence. He tried to hide the blush creeping along the sides of his face by turning away subtly drinking his newly opened beer. Moblit was a man of science and always felt the chemistry between them, never too gutsy to face them when they were younger. He couldn't imagine replacing Petra with anyone, but Farlan had persistently won him over eventually. "...Your and my mother even picked the chapel our wedding bells would chime..oh our dear parents."
“Hey um..Petra?”
Moblit sat down on his couch with a sigh taking a swig of his 4th beer. He plopped across from the female who comfortably sat with a bowl of popcorn in her lap and a cooler in her hand, “Forgive me if this is oversharing, but I think I need to uh..hm..A-Are..
Well…nevermind the terminology…do you think I was too harsh with Farlan?”
Petra almost choked on the popcorn in her mouth when Moblit started to speak, she was not expecting that at all. “Oh man, you gotta give me more of a warning when you’re gonna talk to me about sex, that’s only fair.” She joked, setting her cooler down. She was glad the topic had came up, after all, she’d been hinting at it all night. She wanted to tell him she’d reached out to Farlan, but after how defeated he’d been, she didn’t know how exactly to do that.
“Well.. Maybe. The guy seems pretty torn up over you.. I mean, you miss him right? And his daughter? I’m sure that whatever you two are fighting over can’t be that important after two weeks, yeah?”
“Okay, that is fair you’re correct.” Moblit chuckled at the redhead’s reaction to the sudden change in topic. He would usually bite his tongue and refrain from blurting out such forward things, but the distilled carbonated wheat in his system made him think otherwise. “How do you know how torn he is? Has he mentioned it at all to you?” the brunette asked before instantly shaking his head at the thought. “Nevermind nevermind, I don’t want to know. I can say I do..possibly miss him. And I most certainly miss Lolo...” Moblit grunted at Petra for being right as she usually was. “We’re just so opposing sometimes, and his emotions are showing signs of being chronically enamored with me. I’ve never been shown this much attention before..am I a hypocrite for dreaming of being paid attention to, to finally have it and feel overwhelmed by it?” he took another healthy swig of his beer looking away in hazy thought.
“Hey um..Petra?”
Moblit sat down on his couch with a sigh taking a swig of his 4th beer. He plopped across from the female who comfortably sat with a bowl of popcorn in her lap and a cooler in her hand, “Forgive me if this is oversharing, but I think I need to uh..hm..A-Are..
Well...nevermind the terminology...do you think I was too harsh with Farlan?”
I think this perfectly sums up their rela pre-Farls
and that’s why there’s issues !!
W-Wait, Petra is out?
“Aw, that’s sweet of you, Moby. Yes, go out there and defend my honor.”
“You owe me for this one, gingersnaps.” Moblit poked Petra’s nose with his free hand. “If I catch a cold from this you’ll be the one to take are of me, yeah?”
WAIT
LEVI-ACKERDAMNED SAID: *WHISPERS* RUN BOY LEVI’S COMING FOR YA
THE STING BEATLES
Bertholdt Hoover
Armin Arlert
Levi Ackerman
Hanji Zoe
Frieda Reiss
Sayram Addams
Eren Jeager
Annie Leonhardt
Mikasa Ackerman
Mina Carolina
Kenny Ackerman
THE RED ANTS
Historia Reiss
Reiner Braun
Erwin Smith
Petra Ral
Boris Fuelner
Jean Krischtein
Isabel Magnolia
Nanaba
Moblit Berner
Marco Bodt
Ilse Langar
We are down two Red Ants and it’s only noon! Looks like the Sting Beatles have the advantage for now! Don’t forget to check the trees and bushes, folks, some of our campers are tricky!