You ran, quick as a cat, into the music store, with barely a look over your shoulder. You were escaping from something, the boys could see that, with amusement. They shot each other curious glances, shrugged, then were ready to forget it -
When a man came running in, half of his mustache missing from his face, only a few sparse hairs on the left while the right was bushy, hanging low. And he looked absolutely furious. His skin - from the tip of his nose to the back of his ears - was so red with blood, it made the four boys start to salivate.
“You see someone come in here?” He shouted, getting the attention of everyone around. “Y/N, when I find you, it’s going to be more than your hair I’m cuttin’!”
People stared at him, including the boys in leather, as he went marching through the aisles of the store. He knocked over a rack, tapes sliding down onto the ground. Max, the owner of the store, attempted to be diplomatic.
Dwayne noticed that the man was getting closer to your hiding place.
He let out a low whistle and the other boys followed, including David, who looked bored and a little displeased at not being the one to be in charge at the moment, and they walked over towards you, standing in front of you, shielding you from view.
“Where you goin’, pops?” Marco asked, as the man stopped in front of them, unable to see you.
“You need a barber more than you need a tape-deck,” Paul snorted.
David and Dwayne didn’t say a word, just stared at the man. He raised his fingers to touch his mustache, probably out of habit, then the rage returned when he felt the sparsity.
“Don’t you dare come home, y/n,” He shouted, voice reverberating around the store as he backed towards the door, Max following him cautiously. “You’re not welcome anymore!”
“He’s gone,” David muttered, and Dwayne turned around, offering you a hand. You took it and stood up, a sheepish look on your face.
“Thanks.”
“That your work?” Paul asked, putting an arm around your shoulders. “If so - that’s so rad, it’s hysterical.”
You let out a small chuckle, that brought a small smile to even Dwayne’s face.
Sorry I am slower at answering asks lately 😔. I am dealing with a lot of stress trying to get accommodations at a prospective place of employment, but running into some ableism. I'll try to answer more asks tomorrow.
I'm not as deeply into this fandom anymore but recently, I've been really hit with the feels lately. I won't be taking requests for this fandom. I just wanna post 'em somewhere?
This is also perfect since his birthday is on Christmas!
Warning(s): Mention of blood, violence, nightmares, etc. Think of it like a reincarnation thing.
~ Dari
Modern AU - Shingeki no Kyojin
Levi Ackerman
"Levi, I'm home."
The cup was practically ice cold by the time it touched his lips again, a small retch of disgust welling in his throat. Slowly, he breathed out and shut his eyes, the porcelain clicking on the glass table. He carded his fingers through his hair, fussing up the immaculate strands in his hands.
His breath hitches slightly as a warmth settled against him, atop his shoulders, back, and head. The ghost of touch skimmed along his jaw.
"I said," The mellowness of your voice makes him relax, "I'm home."
He didn't even notice the door open, but decidedly doesn't think about what were to happen if it were to be an intruder.
"Why are you still up?" You hum against his ear, fresh from the cold outdoors
The flash of red behind of his eyelids set his teeth, the sight of a battle field and riding atop a horse. A searing pain present over his eye. The coppery smell of blood and crunching of bones filling the rest of his senses in the most unpleasant of ways.
Levi turned his head, tired gaze meeting your's. His hand came to rest upon the back of your neck, pressing just slightly in askance.
"Couldn't sleep."
"Couldn't sleep or didn't want to?"
He grunted.
You just lean in anyway, the soft pillow of your lips soothing the edges of his frayed mind - even if just for a minute. The soft, small kisses linger, leaving his thought addled body to become weary.
The warmth of your presence was enough to do so.
"... We can talk about this in the morning." Your tone is soft as you reached to take his hand. "Let's go to bed."
He leaned into the strokes of your fingers through his hair, trying to wipe the image of you in the grasp of one of those creatures.
"Yeah..." Levi left the cup where it was at your tugging. The want to clean overlapped with exhaustion, in finding the comfort you bring. "Sounds good."
Once settled back between the sheets without your work clothes, his thoughts left back in your kitchen. He holds your you in his arms, taking in everything of you to take over everyone of his senses.
The smell of your soap.
The warmth of you against him.
The sight of sleepy eyes and smile.
The sound of breathing interspersed with his own heartbeat.
Wrapping himself in you is a welcome escape, never mind how long he'd been forgoing sleep. Sleeping beside one another is the safest place either of you could be.
He breaths in the crisp air filtering through the half-cracked window, cooling the room just enough.
Levi nestled his face into the crook of your neck and spoke so silently, that you only felt it against your skin.
I feel like I’m becoming a broken record but I super duper promise that I’ll write more soon! I’m so sorry it is taking a very long time to get to y’alls requests. After being caught up with school, work, and my own personal problems, I’ve just taken one depression nap after another.
This blog inspires me to keep going though. That one day I’ll return to what I love doing. But until then, please just keep requesting and I’ll eventually get to you!!
Trigger Warnings: Parent’s death, and idk children, some people don’t like child.
I wrote this before I realized baking pumpkins aren’t the same as carving pumpkins, but meh.
Visiting the pumpkin patch had been a yearly occurrence, after your father passed it was the one of the few things you could do to remind Mina of him. Two years prior your mother had passed, then last year, your father passed. You were young, but nothing would have stopped you from taking your sister in after his death, she was only four and didn’t fully understand everything. She didn’t understand why both mom and dad disappeared.
Trips with dad to the pumpkin patch happened yearly, even as you grew older the thought of looking for that perfect pumpkin with your father never faded from your mind. You’d look forward to the trip for weeks to come, driving out into the country on a road-trip with one goal in mind, as your father put it once, to get the biggest juiciest sexiest pumpkin in that field. It was a tradition that you weren’t going to let disappear. So here you were standing in the field, in a jacket a bit too thin and boots a bit too small, watching as Mina ran around trying to find the perfect pumpkin.
It was cold out, shivering as you followed Mina around did nothing to help warm you up. “I should have bought new boots and a thicker jacket.” You commented to yourself, watching as Mina started to run towards the opposite end of the pumpkin patch, you following after the overly excited child. As you ran after her, you could hear the murmurs from the people you passed, snarky comments about the ‘young mother’ and how you should have given the child up. Comments like that were something you got used to, things were so black and white to others, you hated it, but you couldn’t do anything to change their minds. Just once you wanted to meet someone that didn’t automatically look at you in disgust and turn you away when they found out about Mina. Mina and you were a packaged deal, if someone didn’t want Mina in their life, they didn’t deserve you in their life.
“Mina, come here.” You called out, watching as the child stopped where she was, running back to you. “What about that one?” You asked her, watching as the excited child nodded enthusiastically, before breaking out in a sprint towards it. Running after her, watching as she luckily stopped by the pumpkin. Often she’d run past and you’d end up having to run after her, then when she stopped you wouldn’t be able to find that pumpkin you saw earlier. Today alone you had lost out on four perfect pumpkins already, yet this one was the most perfect of the perfect, and you had found it before anyone else. Or at least, that is what you had thought, just as you started to reach for it, you found someone else was already picking it up.
You weren’t about to get into fight in the middle of a pumpkin patch over a pumpkin, but Mina had other plans. Before you could stop Mina, her foot came out making contact with the man’s shin. You grabbed her back after that, shocked that she’d do that. “Mina, don’t kick people, that’s not nice.” You said, trying to pull her back from the stranger as she kicked out once more.
“Give me back my ‘um’kin you big meanie.” Mina yelled at the stranger before pulling out of your grasp. She finally escaping your grasp for a moment, just to kicking the stranger again in his other shin, before letting you grab her once more..
“Demon child.” The stranger said, staggering, almost dropping the pumpkin but luckily keeping ahold of it. He had just came to find the perfect pumpkin to make pie, and here he was getting attacked by a toddler. He didn’t come here for this, as he glared at the small child, all he could think about was how he should have Mingyu come to get the pumpkin, instead of volunteering himself for the task.
A gasp left your mouth as his voice reached your ears. Demon child, Mina? Technically she was, but only you could call her one. And you definitely weren’t going to let some complete stranger call her that. “Demon child, who are you calling a demon child?” You questioned, as you could feel your anger towards this stranger rising at a rapid rate
You weren’t like your father, you wouldn’t start a fight in the middle of the pumpkin patch, but the way today was going, you might end up in one before the end of the day. All the whispering of the ladies gossiping before this had finally gotten to you, and you weren’t going to back down. Often being passive was something you praised yourself on, but today, that wasn’t something you could label as a common trait. Here you were standing, in the middle of a pumpkin patch, of all places, about to fight a complete stranger.
He had came here to get a pumpkin, not to be attacked by a child and get into a fight with the child’s mother, that in his honest opinion looked way too young to be a mother. “That child is the demon child, kicking me like that.” He muttered under his breath.
“If you would have just given us the pumpkin, that we saw first, then she wouldn’t have kicked you.” You told him, just before Mina began to cling to your leg. If she could tell what was going on, you knew that it was going too far. Here you were arguing with a stranger over a pumpkin in the middle of a pumpkin patch, this wasn’t who you are, maybe who your father was, but not you.
He found himself about to reply, when he stopped himself. The child that had been kicking him not even minutes before had started sniffling, and he could see the tears starting to pool in her eyes. He could see the pained look on your face as you looked at the child, and could tell the child was probably going to start crying fairly soon.
Mina had started sniffling, causing you to focus your attention on her instead of the man in front of you. Simply taking her hand, you turned, leading her away from where you both stood before. Leaning down, you touched her cheek as you let her lean her face into your palm. “We’ll just get another pumpkin, okay sweetie.” You said to her. “And we can make pie and you can carve it up however you like.” You spoke to her softly, watching as Mina eventually nodded her head.
Standing back up, you took her hand, leading her towards the other pumpkins. “Do you see any you like?” You asked her, forgetting all about the guy you left standing holding the pumpkin you both had been fighting over. The pumpkin was the one Mina wanted, but you’d rather find another than scare her more than she was already. Not only that, but you didn’t want her to start crying in the middle of the pumpkin patch either, so it was just easier to find another pumpkin.
He felt bad, watching how you kept the child from crying and started looking again. He started walking after you, thinking if he gives up the perfect pumpkin, it might as well be for a child. “Hey.” He called out, as he neared you.
“What do you want?” You questioned, hearing that voice once more. Turning you looked at him, just wanting to find a new pumpkin with Mina, since you didn’t need her to cry or anything.
He looked at you, signing unsure how to say what he needed to. “Where is your vehicle?” He quickly asked you. “I’ll put this in it for you.” He muttered afterwards.
You couldn’t help but scoff at him, at the man who had argued with you not even moments before. “I don’t need your pity or your pumpkin.” You simply told him.
“It’s not pity, I just..” He trailed off. “I just couldn’t stand to see her about to cry.”
Looking at Mina, you didn’t know whether he was truly being sincere or not, but sighed seeing how she let up hearing he wanted to give the pumpkin to them for her. “Do you really want it?” You simply asked her, a soft smile coming to your face as the child nodded excitedly.
“Yes, yes, please, please.” Mina said, before she moved forward hugging your leg, before breaking away and hugging his. “Thank you mister.” She told him, before moving back to your side.
“It’s this way.” You said, starting to lead him towards your vehicle, deciding if he was willing to give it up for her, you might as well take it.
Mina tugged at your hand, as you both lead him to your vehicle. “We can make pie now, right?” She asked as you started to fasten her into the car, as he put the pumpkin into the back.
“You’re making pie?” The voice you had heard earlier asked. “That’s what I was going to do with it also.”
Nodding your head, you looked at the man. “I am.”
Mina started nodding also, despite the fact the man couldn’t have seen her. “She makes the bestest pie it’s like the bestest pie I’ve ever had, sometimes she lets me eat whipped cream straight from the can.” She started to ramble off, gaining a chuckle from both you and the man.
“Could I possibly get the name of the person who according to a five year old, makes the bestest pie she’s ever had?” He asked, before looking around your shoulder, to see the small child smiling at him and waving.
Nodding your head, you looked at him, before telling him your name. “And can I get the name of the man that my sister kicked numerous times? Which I am honestly truly sorry about.”
The part about how your sister had kicked him previously, brought a single laugh from him. “Wonwoo.” He said, before taking a step closer, leaning himself against the side of you car. “And can I just so happen to possibly get the number of the bestest pie maker also?” He added, resting his shoulder completely on your car.
You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, as Wonwoo got a little bit too comfortable against your car, causing the alarm to go off. Watching as he jumped back, you began to laugh, and Mina did also. “I guess it’s the least I could give the person that managed to set my car alarm off, plus how else would I be able to contact you regarding the pies I’m gonna make, after all with such a large pumpkin there will be too many for just Mina and I to eat.” You said after shutting the alarm off, looking forward to meeting him again, except maybe just without Mina kicking him or calling him a meanie the next time.
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