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
genre(s) - one-shot, fluff, college au, established relationship
description - mikasa confessing her feelings for you during the first night of snow was not expected for you both, but she regrets nothing and neither do you. after all, you’ve harbored these feelings for so long, it’s refreshing to see them be reciprocated.
STEPPING OUT OF THE building, you tug on your coat, fixing it to fit your neck better. To your left, Mikasa rushes to you; your eyes widen as you stumble from the impact. Her breathy laughs brush your ear as she hugs you tightly, stuffing her reddened face on your shoulder. The coat’s nice material warms her.
You rest your gloved hands on her forearms as you lean into her hug, giggling with her as droplets of snow touch your face and hit your eyelashes.
You face her and smile as she looks up at you, her gleaming brown eyes glistening from the streetlights. Her lip gloss was now smeared on your coat, while some had still been on her lips.
“You look pretty.” She begins, helping you walk as her right arm holds onto you, her left hand resting on your left forearm.
You smile and lean your head on your shoulder as you rub your cheek against her red wool scarf. “Thanks, you look pretty too, always.” You respond, and Mikasa smiles; her heart beats faster. The two of you walk down the campus, passing buildings, groups of people making snowmen, and chasing each other to throw snowballs.
The two of you stop at an open area, snow fully covering the grass, and some resting on the light post and benches.
People are still around, some writing in the snow, others making snow angels. You look behind you, seeing Mikasa and your foot trails. Mikasa looks at you and bites her bottom lip.
Letting you go, she runs and picks up snow, balling it together from the warmth of her gloves. She then pulls her hand back and throws the ball at you. You jump and look at Mikasa as the ice lands on your arm. Mikasa laughs and points at you.
“Your throw sucks!” You egg on, and Mikasa scoffs, “Better than yours.” She states, and you scoff, picking up lots of snow, you ball it together.
Mikasa begins to run as you chase after her, your laughter and hers fill up the night, like a lullaby.
Getting a good range, you throw the snowball, watching it hit the middle of her back. Mikasa groans and laughs, falling on the ground on her back. You laugh and run to her, standing over her as your head covers the moon.
“What was that again? Cause I didn't catch that correctly.” You ask, and Mikasa playfully rolls her eyes.
Reaching her hand up to yours, she pulls you down to her. You lie on your back beside her. The two of you stare up at the starry sky, giggling away as the snow covers your bodies.
“Never mind, spoke too soon.” She murmurs, and you hum. “I know.” You whisper back, your cheeks hurting from smiling.
You look at Mikasa as she turns her face to you, breathing heavily together from the air. Your hand slightly touches hers, Mikasa’s eyes flicker down to it. Her pinky finger grabs yours as both of you curl your fingers. Her heart beats faster again as her skin goes warm, face still red, to the tip of her ears.
Glancing back at you, Mikasa gulps as she realizes the proximity between you two.
Shoulder to shoulder, your head leans forward as she does the same, letting her forehead meet with yours. Your words are lost on your tongue as you admire the way the snow covers specific parts of her skin.
As bright as the moon shines tonight, Mikasa’s eyes glow differently, as if a whole world began with you. Your fingers itch to rub her cheek, to share the warmth with her.
Mikasa looks back at the stars and licks her lips as she sighs. Your brows knit together, unable to recognize if you were causing her discomfort or something else.
Gulping, you look at the sky, swallowing down your nervousness, or at least you attempt to.
Mikasa gets up from the ground, standing over you as she stretches her hands out for you. You turn your head to her and lean up, grabbing her hands as your heart flutters once she helps you stand.
“My roommate told me that someone at Brown’s is selling snow cones. Want any?” She starts as she wraps her hands around your left arm, still holding you close as the two of you walk that way. “Why not?” You mutter.
Mikasa smiles and looks at you, “Great choice.” She responds, and you laugh.
The two of you admire the scenery, the leafless trees covered in snow, and many rooftops. You stare at the sky, commenting on the designs the stars are making tonight.
“Look!” You point up to the left, Mikasa looks up, smiling with you. “Orion, so beautiful.” You let out breathlessly, Mikasa glances at you and smiles. “Yeah, absolutely.”
Mikasa quickly looks at the sky as you look forward. She then looks straight and walks with you, following the many foot trails to Brown Dorming Apartment.
Once the two of you reach, you see the many groups of people huddled around. A guy and a girl are scooping up ice and placing it in plastic cups, and spilling colored syrup in it. Some people walk away, licking or suck on the snow cone, as others wait patiently for theirs.
You and Mikasa stand in line, “Patient man, you see all these people waiting. You can either go to the back of the line or wait for your turn.” The guy in the front says to another guy, and he rolls his eyes and grumbles under his breath as he waits for the girl beside him to get her snow cone.
“I might go for the strawberry flavor. What about you?” Mikasa asks as she nudges your shoulder lightly. You look back at her and shrug, “If I can mix flavors, then I'm getting involved with that.”
Mikasa laughs and shakes her head, “I’m sure you can.”
After a while, the two of you get your snow cones. You and Mikasa interlink each other’s arms as you guys walk over to the empty bench that had been under a light post.
Brushing off the snow, the two of you sit down as you continue to enjoy your snow cone. Rubbing your lips against the ice, your lips, tongue, and teeth become stained with the dye.
Mikasa quietly enjoys her snow cone, her eyes on you, mostly your lips. Wondering how they would feel on hers, her eyes then flicker to your hands, already missing the comfort they give her. Mikasa looks away and tries not to let her emotions get the best of her.
Yet, her soul feels as if it’s been tugged deeper into the sea, drowning in all the thoughts she seeks solace before she drifts to sleep.
You look back at her, noticing the distant look on her face, “You okay?” You question, Mikasa shakes herself out of her thoughts and looks back at you, nodding.
“Yeah, fine.” She mumbles, clearing her throat, still looking lost. You tilt your head and shake your head. “No, you’re not.” You point out.
Mikasa sighs and agrees, her eyes flicker to the ground, then back at her hand, which twitches.
“Can I...talk to you about something?” She waits for your reply, afraid of the outcome. You nod, “Yeah, of course, what’s up?”
Biting her inner cheek, she looks back at you. “I’m not even sure how to say this without sounding weird.” She pauses, you pick her hand up and rub it. “You won’t, it’s okay.” You mutter, and Mikasa nods, even through the gloves, she could still feel you.
“For the past couple of years, we’ve known each other. I’ve learned about myself, you, and, of course, this friendship. Then, as it progressed, I realized my feelings for you aren’t just platonic. I know, we’re best friends, and I shouldn’t have feelings for you, but I just can’t help it.” Mikasa stares at your face, trying to figure out what you’re thinking. Whether she made one of the biggest mistakes of her life or not.
“I respect it if you want to end our friendship after this, but I just can’t hide how I feel anymore.”
You blink a couple of times, shocked that all these years you dreamt of Mikasa being your girlfriend, it was not some sort of delusion. You look at her, trying to hide your smile and nervousness.
“I feel the same way.” You let out, Mikasa’s eyes widen, and you laugh. “Seriously?!” She tears up and lightly pushes you. You laugh and tear up, also. Mikasa brings her thumb up to under your eye and catches your tear as you wipe hers away.
“I’ve liked you since middle school.” You confess, Mikasa raises her brows, and lets out a sigh. “Wow, I-I’m so sorry for not noticing that.” She lets out.
You giggle and shrug, “You’ve made up for all those years.” You whisper and lean closer, your lips graze hers. “I can make it up better.” She rasps, and you smile, nodding, and you rest your hand on her cheek.
Mikasa presses her lips against yours, and you tilt your head to the left as you close your eyes. Her soft lips open a little with yours as the tip of her tongue touches yours. You twirl your tongue around hers, and Mikasa rests her hand on your waist, pulling you closer in the kiss as your saliva mixes with hers. Your heart beats at the same rate as hers.
You suck on her bottom lip a little before letting go and pulling back. A string of saliva breaking from your lips and onto her chin.
Mikasa’s cheeks stay rosy from the cold and the kiss as her skin feels hotter than a thousand suns. You smile and wipe your chin as she does the same.
“So...how long have you been kissing your pillow pretending it’s me?” You tease, Mikasa shoves you, and you laugh as you run. “Uh, shut up!” She yells as she chases after you, laughing with you.
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ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who has the worstttt rbf until she sees you. then she gets a soft little smile and her eyes light up.
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who loves to dress up for you. she won’t outright admit it (after all, she dresses for herself first and foremost), but she does get pink in the cheeks when you compliment her and ask her to do a little 360 for you.
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who loves when you match with her. she’ll gift you a little cross charm and she lights up inside when she sees you keep it on your bag. she’ll paint your nails black to match hers. buy the same top in two different colors (black for her, yours in your favorite shade).
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who finds you the best fits at the thrift store. she’s got the best eye for it and she’ll always pick out something cute for her baby.
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who is your scary dog privilege. if her looks aren’t enough to scare off anyone trying to creep on you, her right hook sure is. no need to worry about a thing when you’re with her.
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who sits in your lap to do your eyeliner “for practice” (she just wants an excuse to be close to you).
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who is always putting you on new music. making 8hr long playlists for you is her love language.
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who wipes her black cherry lipstick off your face with gentle hands after she kisses you.
ཐི❤︎ཋྀ goth!gf mikasa who can play the piano and will learn your favorite songs to play for you while you’re over. if you’re really good, she might even sing for you.
pics from pinterest, dividers by @/anitalenia (i think? could be wrong…) — happy lesbian visibility week!! i tried to keep this gender neutral but spiritually this is for the girlies!!! kenzie baby in particular bc we see the visionnnn 🧠💆♀️ anyways! love you girlkissers everywhere, lesbian and otherwise!! <33
༅ ｡ₓ AOT girls (+hange) reacts to you crying during an argument…
paring: mikasa x reader, annie x reader, pieck x reader, hange x reader, sasha x reader.
˗ˏˋ꒰ ☁️ ꒱
𓏲·˚ ͙ mikasa
- you felt your heart bang with every word that came out of your wife’s mouth. her voice riddled with irritation at your lack of understanding, as you continued to go back and fourth. “I don’t like the idea of you out there for that long!” You shouted, desperately trying to explain. “You’re being dramatic,” she said, “it’s apart of my job, y/n. Theres nothing I can do about it!” It felt like you two had been saying the same thing over and over again. “6 months? Halfway across the world?! And you’re okay with that?!” You shouted angrily. “I have orders, y/n. I don’t have a choice.” She said sternly. “And there is nothing I can do or you can do to change that!” her aggressive words hit you in the heart as you felt your eyes start to water. the air was finally quiet for a few moments as you processed everything. ‘she has to. It’s her job. i need to understand that…’ you thought. But you just couldn’t. you just couldn’t stand the thought of mikasa being gone that long. the silence finally broke in the air as your voice choked up “I just don’t want you to leave me..!” your voice broke, as the tears you’d been holding in did aswell. You choked out sobs, deep, heavy, sobs, as your voice shattered sentences of incoherent. Mikasa froze for a moment, before her gaze went soft as it lied on you. her warm embrace laced hands around your figure as it held you tightly, her eyes filling with sadness. “Oh..don’t cry love..” she whispered as your cries continued, her arms wrapping lovingly around you. “I know darling, I know this is hard.” Mikasa said, as her hand raised your face from your palms to look you in the eyes. her fingers caressed tears off your face as she helped you calm down. “I promise you, I’ll never leave you.. no matter what distance lays between us.”
𓏲·˚ ͙ annie
“You never listen to me! Ever! I mean fuck y/n why do I even bother at this point?!” Annie shouted angrily, her tone filled with more rage than usual. It started off as a dumb couples fight to now a full on argument spurring out angered insults with mindless thinking. “Oh really? You’re one to talk! That’s all you ever do is blame everything on me!” You spat back. Annie’s figure swiftly turned around to face you, “you’re the one that starts shit y/n, not me.” she sternly said. “I put up with your shit every day for the past 5 years. 5 YEARS Y/N! I’ve had to mother you! I’ve had to care for you! IM BASICALLY A GODDAMN BABYSITTER!” Her screams rang in your ears as you closed your eyes, her aggressively packing her bags.“Seriously?” You mutter out, “I’ve sacrificed friendships, I’ve sacrificed LIVES for you! I’ve sacrificed everything just to be with a warrior! I’ve done so much for you!” you screamed back. Annie looked at you, her eyes as stern as ever. “ All you’ve ever done for me is cause me problems,” her voice was serious, her voice was real. i think that’s the part that hurt the most, the fact that her voice said what her mind wanted to. and she was being honest. The anger you once had in your eyes faded to a soft gaze as you felt your heart shatter. Your eyes filled with tears as you stayed silent, trying not to cry. “That’s all you ever do.” Annie sternly said, failing to realize your soft whimpers would soon break into sobs. as you felt your world crashing down on you as tears streamed down your cheeks, your palms held your face in your hands as you cried. Annie turned back around from stuffing a shirt in her suitcase, her eyes landing on you. she stayed silent as you cried, not knowing what to do. But what she did know, that she really fucked up. Annie glanced at your figure, feeling that out of regret and guilt arise in her stomach. She softly came towards you, her arms carefully wrapping around your body as you dug your head into her shoulder, sobbing. “I’m sorry..” she whispered into your hair. “I’m sorry..” she said a bit louder. But you could tell from the tone in her voice, that she was being honest.
𓏲·˚ ͙ pieck
“Please y/n, I’m not in the mood.” Your girlfriend said, tiredness on her face. “But you said you’d stay tonight..” you disappointedly breathed out. “I barley see you enough as it is. You can’t just stay a few hours?” the woman turned around swiftly to look at you, “I don’t know how many times I have to repeat myself. I said no y/n, what part of that do you not understand?!” Her aggressive response caught you off guard, your air feeling more heavy around you. “..you don’t have to yell at me pieck..” you softly muttered out before she cut you off. “Well sometimes you just don’t fucking listen!” She shouted aggressively, taking out her anger on you. “Pieck stop! I don’t want to fight with you!” You called back, trying to calm her down. “Then stop being so needy all the time and let me rest!” She replied. Her words made you feel like a burden as you felt your chest get tighter, confused and saddened as to what you did wrong. “..fine…” you sighed out, turning away to walk upstairs. You heard pieck mutter a “finally” under her breath as your vision became blurred, tears swelling up in your eyes. You turned back around in the doorway to look at pieck. “..I’m sorry If i did something wrong..” your voice wobbled out, catching her attention. Pieck starred at you, tears flowing down your face as you slightly hummed soft cries. She was token aback by your state, clearly now realizing how she acted towards you. “Oh.. dove..” pieck softly said, “no..no no sweetie” the messy haired woman came over to you, her eyes fixated on your own watery orbs. Guilt plastered on her face as she hugged you tightly, making you take in a deep breath to stop your sobs from getting worse. “Honey, I’m so sorry dear.. I don’t know what gotten into me lately.. I’ve just been so stressed.. I shouldn’t of token it out on you love… I’m so sorry sweetheart please don’t cry..” she said, drying your tears with tissues. “I..know you’ve been… stressed.. and I’m sorry I just miss you…” you managed to get out in between breaths. “Im sorry darling..”
𓏲·˚ ͙ hange
The one night that you rarely have with you and hange alone, cancelled all because of some stupid paperwork they could get to in the morning? “Seriously Han?! Do you know how long we’ve been planning this?” You hear hange sigh from their desk as they touch the bridge of their nose. “I’ve told you y/n I have too many things to do! Why do I have to keep repeating myself like a skipping record?!” Hange scolded at you. Apparently this date meant more to you then it did to her. Way more. To the point they’d rather do paperwork than go on it. “You can do that shit in the morning! This is the one night we finally can go out and you’re telling me no?!” You angrily shouted at her. “Fuck hange! I’ve barley seen you in weeks! I wake up and your not there! I go to sleep and your not there! Why is everything about your fucking work?! Why is it never about me?!” You shouted at them, their face filling with more irritation than before. “I’m not saying it again.” They said, picking back up their pen and scribbling down on their paperwork. “Really? You’re really gonna do this to me?” You said, trying to not flip out on them. Hange didn’t reply, but just ignore you. “Gonna ignore me like you always do, huh?” You scoffed. A rage burning up inside you as you ranted. “You know why the hell are you even in a relationship if you’re commander?! You leave me out in the fucking dust! You act like I’m not even there! Is all I am just a fuck to you when you’re too stressed to function?! Huh?! Is that paperwork more important than me-“ “YES! FUCK ANYTHING TO SHUT YOU UP!” they yelled, cutting you off. You felt your heart sink as they screamed, going on about how you never listen, always complain, how they’re always too busy and stressed. Too focused on their rant to notice the tears falling down your eyes and your small shaky breaths. “AND I DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY TO DEAL WITH Y-“ they cutt themself as they saw your shattered figure, your eyes filled with tears as they kept streaming like a river down your face, dripping onto the floor. ‘At least now they were quiet, huh hange?’ they thought, realizing how badly they hurt you. You just started at the floor avoiding eye contact as they breathed out a sigh, fixing their glasses. “I..c-come here love.” They said, their hand gesturing for you to come closer as they walked towards you. Hange sighed as they felt you collapse into their arms, not knowing when the last time they held you like this was. She let you sob, rubbing circles onto your back as she occasionally pressed kisses into your hair, relaxing into you. “I know I haven’t been the best partner, y/n. I’m not a good partner at all. I’m sorry.”
𓏲·˚ ͙ sasha
“I am doneee!!! Donee!! No more arguing i cant hear you!!” Sasha plugged her ears as you continued to pour out everything that was in you. From the late nights out, to the not knowing where she was. It was too much. You’d never get a serious answer, all you’d get is your concerns blown off with a ‘ehh you’re dramatic babe’ it was like she took nothing seriously. Not your emotions. Not your concerns. Not even your relationship. “Sasha fucking stop!” You yelled. “I’m trying to talk to you about something that concerns me and all you do is plug your ears and ignore me!” You cry out. “Do you even care about us at all?!” You say, to be greeted with a nonchalant “oh wow and now you think I don’t care?” Sasha scoffed, hopping off the counter. “You’re frustrating me! Ive already told you I’m having fun I’m safe I’m fine I’m not cheating on you!” They blurted out. “Sash that is not even my concern! Maybe you’d know what it is if you’d actually listen!!” You yelled out. “Oh trust me, I listen.” She bit into her Apple. “I have to listen to your insecurities all the time. And I have to deal with ‘em. I’ve gotta put up with ‘em!” She remarked back, making you even more frustrated. “Then why don’t you do anything about it?! Why don’t you care?!” “Damn it y/n I do!” “Then shut up and listen!” She laughed at your remark, confusing you. “Gosh you really don’t quit do you?” Sasha chuckled, making your blood boil. You had enough, you were so filled with rage and hurt. You felt tears start spurring out your eyes as you yelled and cried and sobbed, catching Sasha off guard. “Y/n?” She looked around, lost. “Hey-uh..” Sasha just starred at you and your broken figure, sobbing and crying. “D-did I really make you that upset..?” She questioned, taking in the state you’re in. “Babe..” they came closer to you as you muttered a “go away..” in between sobs. “Hey no nooo babe.. ah gosh..” Sasha said, trying to comfort you. “Ah..please don’t cry pretty, I’m sorry darlin’..” she hugged you tightly, pressing your figure up agaisnt hers. “I’m gonna do better honey, I promise.”
just thinking abt corporate!reader & her goth!wife mikasa :3
female!reader, short fic, flirty coworkers, fluff, crack, wife!mikasa
wc: idk just read it damn
you were a diligent, serious worker but you’d never be caught working overtime in a place like that. you would never work longer than you had to, you don’t give a fuck about your job, or any company that much. the job wasn’t exactly exciting or difficult, but the salary was absolutely ridiculous for such simple tasks and you just can’t say goodbye to this lifestyle, really. it is easy, stable and comfortable and you really cannot ask for anything else.
you always kept to yourself and minded your own business but, unfortunately for you, the men you worked with were not familiar with such a concept.
when you started you job, your male coworkers found no problem or shame in flirting with you. and now, with the new, simple yet expensive golden wedding band on your finger…they still had no problem flirting with you.
you sit at your desk typing away, when all of a sudden, your coworker, sam, appeared out of nowhere like a bunny in a top hat.
“hey!” he spoke, far too loudly for the environment you were in.
“…hi.”
“how are you?” sam leans on your desk, shifting it in a way which will irk you for the rest of this painful interaction.
you look up at him, mouth streamline and eyes blank. “i’m fine, thank you,” you make a point of not asking how he is before raising your eyebrows and looking at your desk computer, “got work to do.”
“yeah,” he chuckles, biting his lip, “so listen…”
oh no.
“so i’ve been thinking…”
please, stop.
“i think we get along really well and i’m just wondering…”
god, help me.
“…if maybe we could go out sometime,” he finishes, smirking all of his ivory, hyper-perfect, white teeth at you. he stares at you, awaiting your answer.
you sigh. he sees so confident. it was sad.
you fiddle with your watch and begin your awkward rejection, “look i-”
a voice calling out your name is heard as you spin around in your squeaky desk chair and a few feet away, stands your wife, mikasa.
what is she doing here?
next to her is the receptionist, you smiles at you and nods to mikasa before walking away.
mikasa is dressed to the nines, as she always is.
she is decked out in an all-black outfit - her toned arms, decorated with lace sleeves, snug at the top and loosening out as the fabric goes on. a corset adorns her waist, peppered with lace accents and it emphasises the pale expanse of her upper breasts that are on display for everyone to see. her lower half is draped in a long, slightly billowed out skirt and platform boots cover her feet, making her almost tower over everyone.
mikasa walks over to you, unbothered by all the eyes on her. in her hand is a small container, one that you assume carries your lunch. she leans down and kisses you cheek, surely staining your skin with scarlet. you feel heat on your face. you’re pretty sure nobody is working at this point.
“hi ♡.” mikasa greets, a soft smile on her lips.
“hi-mikasa, what are-” you stand up swiftly, looking around your small work area, noticing how your colleagues are simply pretending to work, “what are you doing here? i said i’d meet you outside.”
“you were taking a while. the receptionist noticed and asked who i was waiting for. she let me come up here.”
“yeah, but-”
“but what?”
you huff and glance behind you.
sam, your flirty coworker who cannot take a hint, stands there like a buffoon, mouth agape and just watching you and mikasa interact. mikasa says a small “hello” to him and he responds with a dumb wave.
you roll your eyes. then you notice the food container in mikasa’s hands. she has a new set of nails too. “is that my lunch?”
“yes, that’s why i came here. you forgot it.”
you take it out of her hands, graceful. “thank you, baby…new nails too, i see?”
mikasa blushes, eyes knocking to the side. “mhm. i took your card for that.”
“mikasa!” you frown halfheartedly, “i was looking for that.”
“sorry. but you have seven other cards, so i think you will be okay.”
you hear a snort on your right, and a sharp glare from you shut them up.
mikasa beams at you.
you huff, beginning to walk “lets go to that café across the street.”
“okay!”
mikasa slips her hand into yours. on that very hand, a ring with an onyx diamond beautifies her finger. the ring that you placed there.
you coworker starts to call out, “aren’t you gonna introduce-”
“no!”
*
“you should be nicer to your coworkers.”
“why on earth would i do that?” you groan, disgusted by the suggestion.
the food mikasa made is delicious, and you shove your face with it in bad table manners. you were starving. mikasa doesn’t mind.
it was a sunny thursday afternoon and the streets were quiet, along with the café itself. mikasa nibbles on a small pastry and sips her tea.
“because, they’re your coworkers. and you need to keep your job.”
“ha! they need to keep me. i’m the best worker in that damn place.”
mikasa hums, taking a hold of your hands, causing you to drop you cutlery on the table ungracefully, “but then, who’d be able to pay for my nails?”
“…yeah, you’re right,” you smooth your thumb over her smooth knuckles, kissing the ring on her finger, “who would, huh?”
*
you walk back into your workplace, skip in your step. you whistle a tune all the way to your desk, stopping in your tracks when you realise everyone is silent and looking at you.
“…what?!”
the continuous chatter starts up again and everyone goes back to their tasks, not looking to bother or piss you off today
later on, when you walk through the door to your house and look in the mirror right beside it, you see a multitude of faded, red lip-shaped lipstick stained kissed all over your face.
nia’s ౨ৎ notes: there’s a severe lack of mikasa fics, also how do you guys write the craziest smut and not feel a little awkward like omg
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you hurried up the stairs to your apartment to get ready for a date with some guy you'd met the other day. grabbing your keys you opened your front door to see your roommate and best friend, mikasa, on the couch.
"hey mika" you greeted her throwing off your jacket and shoes. "hey, you're later than usual" she said, getting up from her spot. "ugh my boss had me working over time. he's so fucking annoying, swear he has it out for me." you rushed to the bathroom. "why are you running around?" she asked you who was now completely shirtless covering your nipples with your arm.
her face got hot and she looked away bending to grab something from the fridge. you'd been friends since middle school and were practically inseparable. you graduated high school and college together, moved to a big city together and got an apartment together. you trusted her with everything and she did with you. you'd grown extremely comfortable around each other and she never had a problem seeing your bare body, until lately.
mikasa found herself developing feelings for you, her best friend. she was obsessed with the way you talked, how you carried yourself, your humor and how you made her feel. she realized she had feelings for you about eight months ago when you guys got drunk when eren was over and brought a pack of cigarettes for you.
it was so out of the blue, she watched you do something you usually always did but something about this night - the way the fire from your lighter illuminated on your face, the way your slender fingers wrapped around the cig, the way you blew a kiss at her when you caught her staring, it made her heart flutter. then when you all were falling asleep later that night, you and her shared the couch while eren slept in the arm chair. you'd kicked off your jeans and got on the couch with her, tangling your bare legs with hers, falling asleep in the crook of her neck.
"i have a date remember, the guy i told you about from the coffee shop" you told her, running to get your towel from your room. her face dropped and she shut the door, she did remember - she remembered how you were gushing about some random guy while she sat there yearning for you. "you're actually going out with that weirdo?" she scoffed. "aw come on he's cute. plus i need a good fuck right now" you giggled.
'i could do that for you' she thought to herself.
you went into the bathroom and hopped in the shower while mikasa flopped down on the couch, resuming sex and the city.
she heard the shower stop and stole a glance at you coming out in your towel.
you were gone in your room for about ten minutes before you came back out in a tiny black dress that stopped just below your ass and matching black heels. you'd put your hair up and your make up looked gorgeous. mikasa couldn't stop looking at you, that asshole doesn't deserve to have you looking this good for him.
"can you help me zip up this?" you asked her, putting your earrings in. she got up and turned you around zipping up the dress and letting her hands linger on you for a second too long.
"bye i'll see you later" you gave her an air kiss so not to mess up your lipgloss. "be safe" was all she said before you were out the door.
mikasa took a shower and went to her room to relax while you were out.
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you groaned entering your apartment and kicking your heels off by the door. you went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of vodka before flopping down on the couch.
"y/n? how come you're back so early?" mikasa came into the living room. she was in a pair of boy shorts and a tank top, her short hair messy. "ohhh my god i need to tell you everything." you exclaimed as she went to sit down next to you.
you put down your drink and she took a sip souring her face at the taste. "this is strong as hell" she grimaced.
"that's how bad it was. okay we went downtown to zen sushi right. and everything was like fine but like he kept getting like slightly mad or like irritated with me. and he kept making like weird comments about how much i had dressed up. and oh my god he was so rude to the waiter i literally had to apologize to them. and then he made me split the bill???? like i don't mind splitting but if you're gonna be a weirdo asshole the whole night at least pay for my meal you fucking freak" you explained to her, taking another swig.
"and when we left i was just so over it that when he asked me if i wanted to come to his place, i immediately said no like not even a second thought because he literally can't be serious." you shook your head.
"knew i was right about him being a weirdo" she said. "ugh so right" you sighed, laying down on the throw, body sprawled across her lap. she rest her hand on your thigh and drew little circles over it with her thumb while taking another swig from the bottle.
"just mad cause i wasted this cute ass dress and i'm horny." you whined, grabbing your phone. mikasa felt her face get hot again at your statement. she stared down at you for a while before you realized and looked back at her, it was now you realized how high her hand was on your thigh. you instinctively spread your legs apart, thigh hitting the back of the couch.
her hand just barely inched further up your thigh, thumb rubbing over your leg softly. mikasa's eyebrows scrunched together as she gulped and finally for the first time you could see the want in her eyes.
you eased up on your butt and brought your face close to hers. you didn't miss the way her grey eyes flickered down to your mouth and staying there for a while before leaning in to kiss you.
your eyes widened before you kissed her back too. she rest her hands on the side of your face, pressing her body onto yours as you leaned back on the chair arm. "i've been wanting this for so long" you whispered, pulling away. "you have?" she asked. "yeah i just thought you weren't into me" you shrugged. "you're bad at reading people." she laughed. "been wanting you for so fucking long" she kissed you again.
in no time her tongue was in your mouth, sliding across yours. your breath hitched when you felt her hand press against your throat and her knee pressing against your core.
she let go your lips, sucking on your bottom lip on her way to your neck. she licked down your neck stopping at your collarbone to press kisses and sucking on it, leaving small bruises.
you moved your hand to swipe your thumb over her nipple that was poking through her tank, making you swallow the moan that ripped out of her. you moved your hand under her shirt and squeezed into the plush of her tit.
you leaned up from the chair arm and lift her shirt up over head, ogling her boobs as they fell out of the thin fabric.
you ran your warm tongue over her pink nipple, looking up at her to see the way her face reddened. she put her hand through your hair while you sucked on her nipple, pulling and twisting the other one. "god that feels so good" she moaned, arching her chest into your face.
you continued before getting up and pulling her off the couch as well. you grabbed her hands and pulled her to your room with a smirk on your face. you threw your arms around her neck while she grabbed your face and pushed you onto the bed, landing on top of you. her bare chest pressed against yours, still clad in your dress. she reached for the hem of it and pulled it over your head, your turn for your boobs to fall out of your clothes.
"no bra? cant believe you were gonna give that bastard all this" she said before kissing your already swollen lips. you reached your hand down into her bottoms and pressed your fingers against her clit. you felt her mouth drop open as her eyes clenched tight.
she let out breathy moans as you worked your fingers over her. using the pads of your middle and ring finger to rub circles on her clit. you gently pushed her off you laying her down on the bed before tugging her shorts down, a string of slick connecting her cunt with her underwear.
you pushed your fingers pass her slit, curling them inside her. "mmf- feels so good y/n" she moaned out. you moved your thumb to rub on her clit while you drove your fingers inside her. you felt her jump at the added stimulation before biting into her lips so hard, blood was drawn. "fuck just like that~ keep going" she whined. you were one to follow orders so you pumped your fingers deep inside her while quickening your pace on her clit.
her chest rose and fell faster and her legs were beginning to shake, she closed her eyes tight before moaning out "i'm gonna cum y/n" "i know baby, look at me while you do" you smirked. seconds later she came on your fingers like flood gates broke and you brought your fingers up to your mouth sucking on her fluids.
you brought them back down to her cunt before shoving them in her mouth "taste yourself baby" you whispered, feeling her tongue swirl around them. you replaced your fingers with your mouth tasting the metallic flavor on her lips.
she pulled away for air "i wanna taste you" she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth with a smile. you smiled before flipping your body under hers in excitement. she licked down from your neck, stopping to lick and suck on your tits earning moans from you before she dug her fingers into the lace of your panties and dragging them down your legs.
she lifted your leg over her shoulder lining kisses down it before she reached your pussy. licked up your slit making you jump before she brought your hips back down shoving your cunt in her face.
she circled her tongue over your clit making you cry out a moan. "god mika that feels so fucking good~" you whimpered. she sucked your folds before pressing her tongue past them. the licking mixed with her sucking lips was driving you insane. "fuck mikasa! i'm gonna cum~" you moaned. your stomach felt warm before you reached your orgasm, sending your sticky fluids all over mikasa's tongue and lips.
she lapped every last drop up and swallowed it down. you got up to kiss her and she kissed you back before pushing you down on the pillows. "we're not done yet baby." she reached into the bottom drawer of your nightstand, grabbing the pink dildo she knew you owned.
your face felt hot seeing her holding it in her hands. she moved in front of you and spread your legs, lining it up with your hole. she pushed it past your entrance easing it inside you inch by inch, watching as your hole clenched around it. she pumped it in and out of you while you moaned out with arousal.
"you ever think of me when you fuck yourself? wishing it was me instead" she asked. "yes~" you moaned out, covering your face in embarrassment. "no baby, wanna see my best friend's pretty face while i fuck her~" she smirked, moving over you to suck on your tongue and bottom lip.
she used her thumb to rub over your clit while continuing to slam the dildo inside you, almost hitting your cervix. tears pricked your eyes as you wailed out. "fuck! oh my god! m'gonna cum"
"go ahead pretty baby." she said, kissing you again. you could hardly contain yourself so it was mostly just you moaning into her mouth until you came again. you rest your hands on her shoulders as you properly kissed her, moving to rub your hands through her hair.
you stayed like that for a minute before she leaned up and pulled the dildo out of you, watching as your cum pooled out of your hole.
mikasa got up and left the room while you sat there and thought about if that really just happened. she came back into the room, holding your now cleaned dildo before putting it back in your nightstand.
she smiled at your disheveled fucked out state, hair once in a bun now falling at your shoulders struggling to stay in the rubber bands. "you wanna take a shower?" she asked you. you nod your head and eased on to your shaking legs. she held your waist on the way to the bathroom before turning on the water.
you put on your shower cap before getting in behind her.
"you wanna sleep in my bed tonight?" you asked her as you dried off. "yeah" she kissed you. you got dressed in a pair of old boxers and a t shirt before moisturizing your skin. you heard your door open and smiled seeing mikasa come into the room in a new pair of boy shorts and a t shirt.
you threw your arms around her neck and pressed your lips on hers in a quick peck. "i could seriously get used to that" she smiled. you turned off your lamp and crawled into your bed with her. you tangled your legs between hers as you kept your arms wrapped around each other.
"i really like you y/n. like so much" she smiled. "i like you too mikasa, a lot. for a while now actually" you smiled. she smiled before kissing you again.
your eyes felt droopy and you fell asleep in the crook of mikasa's neck listening to her soft breathing and the city noise outside.
Mikasa's voice gently penetrates your veil of sleep, from a distance at first, coming closer and becoming clear. The image of a dove pops into your mind. Hopefully it's still early enough that morning birds are still chirping.
You murmur into your pillow at the sound of your name beckoned by her voice. Sudden light stabbing your eyes through the lids is less inviting.
“You’ll miss breakfast.”
The mattress by your head dips when she sits. As her long fingers comb through your bedhead, you groan. "Bu you’re all I need...”
Her response is a huff halfway between a sigh and groan. "You're not awake."
“I am."
“If you mean it. I wonder how much you’re willing to bet on that."
“My whole life,” you say confidently. But you’re unsure if that’s entirely a joke on second thought.
“You can’t risk it right now." She sounds satisfied. "Being wrong, you should get up and come with me.”
This half-serious, half-abstract debate is getting hard to follow. With a final huff, you pry open your eyes and shift onto your side, towards her voice. She's the first thing you see, looking unimpressed to be sure, but you smile. In her grey eyes reflects a kernel of fondness at the moment.
“Your bangs are getting so long. Beautiful, but long. I can't see your eyes."
You reach up and card a few straight black strands away from her eyes.
“No, nevermind. You’re always beautiful. I should’ve said that first.”
She’s blushing now, lips pressed into a line. "Don't be annoying."
With surprising strength, she takes your hand and drags you straight up into a sit. You grunt in shock. She pets your hair down with a firm pout.
“Okay okay…” you murmur.
Your lips press to her soft cheek. Just as cold as it is pale. You hum in disapproval.
"I admit... You're warm. It's not snowing... but there's frost on the grass." She touches your hands.
"Mm..." Even more disapproval.
You reach a little ways around her, lift the thin white sheet in its rumpled state, and drape it just halfway on her head, like a shroud.
Or no—more like a veil. The sheet is white after all.
Your eyes soften. Suddenly, vividly, in your imagination the barracks around you warps and shifts into a small clearing within a wildwood, all awash with spring life. Her, standing before you with a subtle but unmistakable fondness like this. The difference is, she'd be so much happier. At least for now, you can keep her warm.
"Is that better?"
Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, nodding as you kiss her temple. "Mm. But you need to get up or you'll miss breakfast."
