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thero0ks · 2 years

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Day 1: Cute

I am so excited to be participating in the Miche Zacharias Week 2021 hosted by @michezachariasweek. I have an assortment of things queued up for the week including: oneshots, NSFW!, headcanons, and drabbles! It all started with a Pinterest recipe. Miche shouldn’t have been too surprised with the holiday season upon them. How hard could it be to make a pumpkin spice cheesecake? His wife was a capable chef when it came to cooking, so he was confident they would sail through the recipe with no issues.

An obnoxious sound came from the bar top, a sound he instantly recognized as the bluetooth speaker pairing with her phone. Slender fingers quickly tapped on a soft playlist she made on Spotify. Her hips swayed as she made her way into the kitchen. Opening the recipe on her phone she propped it against the marble backsplash on the wall to view as she baked..

She went to work ordering him around as she dumped ingredients in the bowl, occasionally swaying her hips to the music, while she stood in front of the mixing bowl. Miche occasionally rested his hands on her hips as he watched her sway to the music. As soon as he pulled her flush against his body, she lightly chastised him to get back to work.

“I can’t help it baby, you always look so good.” Miche hummed burying his nose in the crook of her neck to inhale her scent, as he gently swayed with her to the music.

“You’re distracting me…” Her voice was teasing, as she let him take control.

Soon she found herself in his arms, dancing in their kitchen to a soft song that came on her playlist. A small smile tugged at her lips as Miche started to sing to her.

“And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life, and sooner or later, it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight.”

Miche had a pleasant voice, and she could never get enough of it. She started to understand those old tails of sailors being lured into the sea by sirens. His voice was hypnotic, drawing her in as he spun her back into his chest, the cheesecake batter long forgotten as they danced around the kitchen. She could spend an entire afternoon moving across the tiled floor in her bare feet, spinning around the room, safe in his arms, listening to his melodic voice.

The oven beeped, pulling them from their moment, signaling that the oven was preheated. Miche stole a quick kiss, wrapping his arm snugly against her waist before she slipped away to attend to her baking. He followed close behind her as her feet padded against the floor. Using his large frame to his advantage he dipped a finger in the batter quickly sticking it in his mouth to taste it. A small protest escaped her lips, as he took off, and she chased him around the kitchen. He slid easily over the marble top island, laughing at the obvious height advantage he had over her.

He watched the wheels turn behind those fiery eyes, and he could see the determination set in them as she fainted to the side before chasing after him. After running laps around the bar she was out of breath and panting.

“Well, guess I’ll lick the spatula myself then….”

Miche’s face dropped as he watched her saunter back to the counter where the batter was, as she went to work pouring it into the spring pan.

“Baby, we had a deal.” He mumbled into her shoulder.

She couldn’t stop the smile that formed on her face at the feeling of his stubble scratching against her skin. When she finished pouring the batter she handed him the bowl and spatula.

“We did have a deal, and you were a very good helper.” She said standing on her tiptoes to kiss the tip of his nose, before turning to put the cheesecake in the oven.

Miche hummed as he licked the spatula, as he sat himself on the island counter. His long legs dangled as his wife went to work tidying the kitchen while the cheesecake cooked.

“Do we have to share it with Erwin?” Miche asked, looking up at her.

Closing the dishwasher she looked up at him with a smile, and nodded as she stood between his thighs, resting her palms on his thighs.

“Yes baby, we have to bring something to your work Christmas party.”

The reminder of the party solicited a groan from him, as his head slightly pulled back in annoyance. “Do we have to go?”

“Baby, you and Erwin are partners at your firm. You’re expected to be there.” She said, raising an eyebrow at his behavior.

Miche let out and exaggerated huff. “Fine, but I’m going to be miserable the entire time.”

“Or you can drink your bourbon, and hang out with your best friend.” His wife countered, and he hummed.

“When you put it that way, it doesn’t seem too bad….”

He watched the look of accomplishment cross her face as she took the cheesecake out of the oven. Coming back she patted him on the thigh.

“I'm going to go get ready. Don’t touch the cheesecake.” she warned, before disappearing up the stairs.

Miche stared longingly at the cooling cheesecake, his mouth watering, and he found his feet taking him closer to the dessert, unable to resist the sweet scent. He glanced up at the staircase. She wouldn’t be down for at least half an hour. He could take just a little off the corner, and no one would ever notice he reasoned with himself. Especially if he smoothed the edges.

His mouth was watering at the thought of tasting it. Opening their silverware drawer he grabbed a butter knife and looked over the cheesecake, calculating the best course of action. He decided to trim just a little off an uneven edge.

Taking the knife in hand he went to work carving a small well into the side of the cheesecake, after deciding what was on his plate was hardly enough to taste. When he took a step back he was left with a clearly misshapen cheesecake.

“Maybe she won’t notice….” he said in a hopeful tone to himself.

“I definitely noticed.”

Her voice caused him to jump, and he turned to see her, with her arms crossed across her chest with an unamused smile gracing her perfect features.

“Well it tastes great.” He said trying to lighten the mood, and he watched the corners of her mouth try to fight off a smile, and he relaxed knowing he could get her forgiveness so easily.

She let out an exasperated sigh, as she pointed to the staircase. “Go get ready, I’ll package this up to take to the party.”

Miche nodded, kissing her cheek before disappearing up the stairs to go get ready for the party.

The party had most of the office in attendance as they both mingled about, and Erwin approached Y/N when she was free of Miche.

“I’m sorry Y/N….” Erwin said looking at the oddly shaped cheesecake that sat on the table.

“Just remember, I blame you for introducing us.” She said with an amused smile as she patted his shoulder slipping off to get more champagne, kissing Miche’s cheek on the way.

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axoxtxhxh · 3 years

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For the prompts thing: Couch

And if I get to choose characters then I'd be interested in Erwin and Miche interacting?

Love your work btw!

Thank you so much! I need to start by saying oh my gosh. I can’t even explain how much fun I had writing this, anon. I almost peed my pants 🤣 I have the most childish humor, I swear 😅 I hope you enjoy these two dorks. Thank you for the request! ❤️

I’m still taking writing prompt requests. Click here to see some you can choose from :)

Erwin/Miche – Couch

“Tell me again why you ordered a couch and had it delivered to your old place?” Miche scratched his head and leaned on the doorframe of Erwin’s, now emptied, apartment.

“I assure you it wasn’t done on purpose.” Erwin explained. “I ordered it two months ago and they guaranteed it would arrive in six weeks.”

They both stared at the couch.

“Well, I guess let’s just get it out of here. You take that end,” Miche directed. They both bent down to their side of the couch and lifted. “Why did you need a new couch anyway. Didn’t you just buy the other one?”

“Yeah, the other one was great until you and Hange got that slime stain on it.” Erwin’s back hit the wall behind him. “Don’t push me backwards, I have nowhere to go.”

“The door is right next to you, we need to go that way.” Miche nudged his nose in the direction of the door.

“Back up a little, I need space to move there.” Miche backed up a little and they started carrying the couch through the door. They barely made it through when something stopped the couch from moving further. “Wait, don’t push. It’s stuck.”

“On what?” Miche tried to peek over the couch to see.

“I’m not sure.” Erwin followed the edge of the couch to see what was blocking it from moving. “It looks to be the legs.”

“Can we angle it to squeeze it through?” Miche called.

“I don’t think so. Let’s bring it back in.”

They moved the couch back in the couple feet they were able to carry it. Miche took a deep breath and looked at the couch, his hands on his hips.

“I suppose it was a bad idea to have them assemble it.” Erwin told, his hands also on his hips. Miche looked up at him, shocked.

“You had them put it together?” Miche’s eyes were wide in disbelief at what Erwin was saying.

“Yeah, just before you got here.” Erwin nodded.

“Why the fuck did you have them unwrap it and put it together when you knew we were going to move it?”

“I paid for the service.”

“Jesus, okay.” Miche rubbed his face and knelt down to look at the couch legs. “Well, we’re probably going to have to take the legs off to fit it through the doorway. Do you have tools?”

“At home.” Erwin crossed his arms fretfully, knowing they were in trouble.

“I’m assuming you mean your new house and not here.”

“That’s correct.” Miche dropped his head.

“Okay, I have some tools in my trunk.” Miche stood up. “Hang on, I’ll go grab them.”

Miche quickly ran down to his Jeep and grabbed his small bag of tools, going back up to the couch and bending down to figure out how to take off the legs. It took a good twenty minutes for them to get the legs off the couch and Erwin put them in the passenger seat of his car.

They moved back into position to get the couch through the doorway and lifted the couch up, inching it slowly through the doorway until Erwin was at the stairwell and Miche was nearly out of the apartment.

“Miche, can we switch?” Erwin asked, his foot on the first step of the staircase.

“What?” Miche leaned to look over the couch.

“I really don’t like the idea of walking down the stairs backwards.” Erwin explained. “Can we switch?”

“Why didn’t you say this earlier, Erwin!” Miche yelled. “Holy shit, I am actually going to throw this couch down the stairs.”

“Come on, you’re taller anyway.”

“I refuse to bring this thing back inside,” Miche grumbled, “You can climb over it.”

“Fine.” Erwin took off his shoes and tossed them in the apartment, stepping onto the couch with his socks and climbing down until he was next to Miche. Miche moved to step over the couch so he wouldn’t have to remove his shoes, but he couldn’t reach the ground without stepping on the couch.

“Damn it. I’m just going to roll myself.” He turned around and laid his back on the couch, trying to roll himself backwards to get to the end. He overestimated the distance and Erwin laughed as he watched Miche roll down the first two steps of the staircase. Miche caught himself, laughing along with Erwin. “Ready?”

Erwin nodded and they both grabbed their ends of the couch, lifting up and slowly moving down the stairs. With a sigh, Miche went to set the couch on the ground so they could figure out how to transport it.

“Wait! Don’t set this on the ground!” Erwin shouted. “It’s dirty.”

“You want me to just hold this thing?” Miche rolled his eyes. “How are you getting it to your new place?”

“I was going to tie it to the top of my car.”

“That seems like a terrible idea and that’s not even because your car is too small for that.” Miche laughed.

“Why won’t it work?” Erwin stared at Miche with his eyebrows drawn together.

“Do you have ropes to tie it?”

“No.”

“That’s why it won’t work.” Miche laughed, almost dropping the couch. “Let’s move it to my Jeep.”

They walked the couch across the parking lot to Miche’s Jeep and he opened the trunk and Erwin squeezed his side of the couch into the trunk and moved to Miche’s side to help him push. They pushed forward until the couch hit the seats.

“Damn, it’s too big.” Miche tried to look over the couch to see how they could make it work.

“Why is it too big? It’s nearly in.” Erwin pointed out.

“Nearly in? Half the couch is sticking out.”

“It’s not too bad.”

“You want me to drive down the highway with this thing hanging out of my ass?”

“What if we tie it?”

“You don’t have ropes! Stop suggesting that!” Miche held the couch, trying to think. “You know what? I think I have some ratchet straps under my back seat. Go check.”

Erwin went to the side door and came back with them.

“Come here and hold the couch.” Miche instructed. “Maybe if I put my seats in the back down, we can push it in further.”

They put the back seats down and were able to push the couch in a bit more and the rest was held with the ratchet straps to make sure the couch didn’t fly out the back while he was driving.

“Okay, let’s hurry up and go before traffic gets bad.” Miche climbed in his Jeep and Erwin followed behind him.

They reached Erwin’s house and started the whole process of moving it in through the doorway again. It was much easier than moving it out as the legs were already off and Erwin’s new place was a house and had a lot more space.

“Do you want me to go backwards up the stairs?” Miche asked before they started.

“Please.”

They slowly pulled the couch inside and set it back up. Legs were put on quickly and they both took a deep and satisfying breath as they looked at their work.

“It really is a nice couch though.” Miche patted Erwin’s back. “Do you have any beer?”

“Thanks. Yeah, there’s some in the fridge.” Miche went to the kitchen and came back with two, one for Erwin and one for him.

“Well I know I am going to enjoy this.” Miche smiled as he slowly sat down on the couch. “This is really—ah!”

Miche’s body was forced to bend forward as the couch folded in half and squeezed him between the back cushion and seat cushion. Miche slowly looked up at Erwin with the most intense expression of mistrust.

“The whole time, this thing was able to fold?”

“Ah right.” Erwin covered his mouth with his hand as he laughed at Miche’s scrunched up body. “I forgot it did that.”

“What the fuck, dude?”

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chaotic-nick · 2 years

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Note: This is Part 2 for my Happy Birthday Levi fic (also an entry to a collab) called 'Hated and Loved' and I just had to write a happy ending for both of them.

Pairings: Miche x Reader & Eruri

wordcount: 1848 // warnings: none

Event organiser: Christmas collab by @little-spoiled-brat

Helping him escape from the toxicity Zeke lived in was the start of many things she’d help Levi with. Not that she ever complained— he’s the only person in all of the people she calls friends who knew. Almost everything. But when he started cleaning her apartment with such a bored look on his face she wished that letting him be her roommate until he found a place had come with a warning. Especially when he cleaned in the morning, relaxing like a divorced mother when he took his place on the single sofa by the windows to drink his tea and judge her when she started the day at two pm.

Or the fact that she felt guilt for a week straight when he offered to cook only to tell him that the reason why she meticulously asked for ingredients he used was because of her allergies.

“Why do you insist on learning? I’m allergic to—” it was sweet seeing him so stressed in her kitchen. Sleeves rolled up, cloth tied around his forehead.

“You eat like a toddler.”

“I have taste, Levi!”

He turned the cookbook to her, showing that it was catered for her allergies. “And it’s limited to frozen chicken strips.”

“Oh shut up, asshole.”

As much as he put up such a front like that. Monotone and aloof. Never seemed to care except for himself. Spiteful. Letting everyone assume that he was one miserable asshole. She would never tell him that she heard all of his cries that he drowned out in the shower. Whispers of calling himself dirty for letting Zeke ever love him. She pretended she was asleep when the reason she woke up late was that all those nights when he cried to himself, her legs were pressed to her chest. Head rested on her knees and listened.

Listened and waited for the moment when he couldn’t stand crying alone anymore.

“(Y/n)?” She felt so much of Levi’s pain and only realised it when he stood in front of her. His gentle eyes cast towards her as if inspecting every single inch of her. Having his touch— even if it was his hand on her shoulder to stop her in the corridor of the office building, on her closed her mind of the distress. “It’s me.”

“I know,” it wasn’t a tearful reunion. Rather a mischievous one. Like cadets running to hide from Nile and Erwin, she grabbed his wrist, pulled him to the confines of an empty conference room. “Miche, Miche, Miche.” Finally, he was right in front of her like he promised when he left for wall rose with unarmed cadets.

“Woah,” was the only reaction Miche could offer. Then reached his hand out to gather her dangling legs, putting to rest in his lap as she aggressive stirred her milktea.

“Exactly.”

“And what did you do when you saw him?”

“Wanted to slice him up in pieces.”

“Because he killed me, yeah?”

“Told you we should’ve fucked before you left.” He made an exaggeration of looking around the obviously empty room and then at her. Eyebrows raised. “No. Also, only Erwin can tell us what’s in that basement, huh?”

“Except he only remembers swinging the other way and is convinced that his life flashes are

weird dreams.”

That one pulled an exasperated sigh from her. “They definitely did it.”

“I smelt it on them.”

“Woah,” she pointed the milktea his way. “I don’t want this anymore.”

“I have an idea.” He spoke into the straw, “You up for it?”

“Which is?”

Her nails anxiously drummed along the table all of the staff was gathered at earlier, waiting for Miche’s eyes to look up at her from the beanpole that was Erwin. When the last senior of the staff had left the room, Miche’s attention briefly averted to her, The go-signal. From an anxious look on her face, she mentally yelled herself to appear coy. Coquettish even and approached Erwin’s side with all the summoned confidence in the world in time to hear him say, “I should ask a local about this.”

“That I am.” From his hesitant reaction itself, she knew that she wasn’t a familiar face at all. And how he inched back the more she leaned in closer. Comedic to Miche whose height gave him the advantage to see the awkwardness in poor Erwin’s face. “If you’re interested . . .” She trailed off, angling her head to meet the shoulder she raised.

‘Cute.’

She put her hand out at Erwin, who was starting to think that she was . . . a spoiled brat. Used to the word ‘Yes’. Rejection would make you an enemy of her. “I’m (Y/n),”

“Yes, they introduced us to each other.” So, he figured he’d be stern. Giving stoic answers only. “My friend’s single he may—”

“Not me.” Miche prevented an almost failure. Lightly elbowing Erwin’s side to wish him good luck before walking off to the elevators.

“I’d be delighted to, but—”

She cringed at herself for making him visibly comfortable. And hoped that Levi would have the decency to thank her when they ever get married as she shit him a wink. Placing the menu for a cafe she planned to go. “Then I can guarantee you such a wonderful time, Erwin.”

“We should get married on Christmas.” In his head Miche believed that it was a the perfect idea. He moved to this country because of a company transfer with Erwin and not even a month, he got married. It’d be the most spontaneous thing he’s ever done— the first was deciding he’d buy time for the cadets to spread out and ended up being devoured. Her attention was on Erwin. “You’re beautiful—”

“Na!” She caught his hand in a strong grip when he reached out to hold her. “Not now—” eyebrows furrowed as she scanned the area, (Y/n) only sat down when she deemed their place hidden away enough. “It’s Levi’s actual birthday. Don’t wanna share our anniversary with him.”

“What do we do now?”

“Watch.”

“Sure is boring, huh.”

Going out for the sake of his social life had a pencil mark going through it ever since he moved in with (Y/n), being public with his relationship and automatically be getting back on his feet as if he wasn’t affected by it all was too much. Putting up a front with her already drained him too much energy. In all honesty though, in those four months, he never felt anything.

Nothing.

All that his body knew was when the sun was up he would be a human-robot. At night, the pain came in. One that called for him to wash away while sitting on the floor of her spare bathroom, staring at the wall as if it would form the face of the Commander he loved.

He knew he loved the person because he didn’t cry for Zeke having his way with his body. Levi cried because he felt as though being with Zeke was an illicit affair.

A flower-shaped pillow landed at his feet. “Please!”

“You can go alone.” He spat, content with just lounging by the window to read in peace. “Are you trying to get me out on a date?”

“Maybe.”

“No.”

“Fine.” She huffed, stomping hard that her slippers made the noises he hated. Came back from the kitchen with the chinese paper calendar with the fly swatter doubling as her back scratcher pointed at his birth month. “It’s the first week of December. Let’s do something together?”

“Sure.”

“Really”

“I already said yes—” “I’m glad you said ‘yes’ I booked a table at this cafe. Said they were high-tech and . . . And, they don’t talk to you. At all. Yes, I made a reservation before I asked you.”

“You bitch.”

“Always.”

For the first time in a while, he put the effort into what to wear. Sleeves rolled to his forearms, hair combed back and wearing a perfume that wouldn’t remind him anything of Zeke. Even if it meant throwing those precious bottles away. He was ready to—“You can’t drink your feelings away in a cafe, right?”

“Heart palpitations. That’s all you get there.” She turned her engine off, coming back up with a look of confusion. “Why would you ask me that?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he stepped out of the car, immediately hit with the cool breeze on his nape.

Together they walked in silence on the sidewalk. Until she stopped to read the message on her phone. “Listen, Lev-lev. You go in.” And thrust the crumpled reservation details in his shirt’s pocket. ”Reservation’s on the paper.”

“What’re you doing?”

“Co-worker’s in the area, needs to give me something important.” Well, he could go in and ask the ingredients, Order something for her.

Table 14.

That table was theirs. “Excuse me.” He leaned face level to him to the blonde crouched on his phone. Bored. Not that Levi hated blondes because of Zeke. However, he was the sole reason why he viewed them as walking red flags.

From using his phone without ever looking up to kill the time, Erwin snapped his head up quick enough to see stars afloat in his view. Levi somehow being in the centre of it all, the aloof stare he had somehow being more captivating than (Y/n)’s coyish feigned look. “I’m sorry,” he stood up, looking round for (Y/n). It was his only option, he would’ve called her had she given her contact details. Uncertainty growing in his tone as the receipt was shown. “I have a date.”

He began patting his pants, wanting nothing else but to leave quickly. “I’m sorry, must’ve been the wrong cafe. But I met this woman and said she’d take me around the area—” Levi immediately knew. Pulled his phone out and opened to the only decent picture he has of her. All the other ones were selfies he’ll use to blackmail her. One day. “That’s her. Do you know her?”

It was perfectly in time when (Y/n) sent, “It’s a blind date, love you lots lev-lev. He thought that it was me showing up, but hi erwin. Have fun” from where she hid with Miche, happily eating her salad, knowing full well that it was Erwin who read it before Levi did.

“You should read what your friend sent you.” One, Erwin was impressed with (Y/n). Knowing what tactic to use on him. Guessed his type. Two, and he wished she came forward with the idea of a blind date. He would’ve dressed nicer.

Used his leather shoes, still sitting in a box somewhere. Following Levi, Erwin found himself sitting down again. This time with his full attention. “Levi Ackerman.”

“Your name has a familiar sound to it.”

“Sort of a celebrity.”

“Erwin Smith.” He didn’t need to look at the menu and placed an order for iced coffee.

“He drinks that much?” Asked (Y/n) concerned. “You don’t stop him, do you?”

“Suffers from withdrawal. Let’s go.” Miche stood up discreetly, pointing at the other exit.

“Where to?”

“On our own date.”

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moonyy-writes · 3 years

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Hi moony, can I request some plain n simple Miche fluff 🥺 you’re the best I hope you have a lovely day

hiii i’m sorry this took ages for me to answer, i struggled with figuring out what to write for this but i like what i came up with now :))

You propped your head up on your chin, zoning out completely. Your eyes scanned the room until it found who you were looking for. Miche. You watched as he laughed at something Hange was telling him, how his shoulders shook and his head was thrown back. Almost gracefully. Everything about him was like that.

“Hellooo, earth to y/n.”

“Hmm?” You blinked.

“You zoned out on us,” Nanaba pointed out.

“Oh, oops.” You shrugged as you took a bite of your food.

“What were you staring at anyway?” Gelgar asked.

“Nothing, just got lost in thought.”

“Are you sure? Cause it really seemed like you were staring at-“ You shoved your hand over his mouth.

“Don’t talk so loud.”

“Why? Do you like somebody?” Nanaba teased.

“No.” You squeaked out, face burning red.

“She does!” They both laughed at you.

“Sooo, who is it?” Gelgar questioned.

You shook your head, refusing to answer any of the questions.

A chair scraped on the ground and you heard a group of people walking out of the room. Your eyes followed them as they left.

“No. No!” Nanaba laughed. “Oh my god, you like Miche?”

“Shhh!! Tell the whole dining hall while you’re at it!”

“Tell the whole dining hall what?”

You jumped at the sound of the voice.

“Oh! Hey, Miche.” Gelgar smirked.

“Uh, hey.” He awkwardly waved, leaning over you. “I just forgot my jacket.”

You felt frozen as his arm brushed around your shoulder. Gelgar and Nana smirked at you.

Miche paused before gesturing to the door, “Uh, I’ll see you later at training.”

You waited until he was fully through the door before turning back to Nana and Gelgar with a shrug. “So what if I happen to have a teeny tiny little crush on him?”

“You know, y/n” Gelgar started casually, cutting into his food. “Maybe if you stopped staring and actually talked to him you’d have a chance.”

You groaned. “I can’t! He’s a captain and I’m just a cadet, it would be weird.”

Gelgar pointed at you with his knife. “Only if you make it weird. Honestly you have a chance, this dude is definitely single.”

“Exactly! So I’d just talk to him.” Nana encouraged.

You stood with your tray. “No, I’m fine with where it’s at and I’m not changing it.”

Before they could answer you dumped your tray and walked out the room. You stomped down to the training grounds and slumped against a tree with your eyes closed.

“Tired already? Training hasn’t even started!”

You peeked an eye open and straightened up quickly upon seeing who it was. “Oh, Captain Miche!”

“Stand down, cadet,” Miche said with a laugh. “It’s just us two, you can relax.”

You stiffly nodded, leaning against the tree once more. Miche sat next to you and looked off into the bare field where training would soon take place.

After a few moments of silence, he turned to you. “You know, y/n, I like being around you. You’re one of the more bearable cadets.”

“Uhh, thank you?”

Miche barked out a laugh. “God that sounds horrible. I meant like you work hard and you uh, nevermind..”

He trailed off and you turned to look at him fully. “And?”

Miche shrugged. “It’s not important.”

You raised a brow at how he was acting. Seemingly very flustered though you couldn’t figure out why.

He turned and you both made eye contact. You felt your face flush, but you couldn’t look away. A small smile crept its way onto Miche’s face. Neither of you said anything as time slowed and you both kept looking at each other. The smile on Miche’s face seemed to only get wider.

You finally looked away, the heat in your cheeks becoming too overwhelming. “Why are you staring?”

“‘Cause you’re beautiful.”

Your breath stuttered for a second as you registered what he had said. Never in a million years would you have imagined he’d say that.

You felt his hand on your chin as he directed your face towards his. He still had that smile on his face as he took in your flustered appearance.

His hand moved from your chin to cup your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. You sighed contentedly and your eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

“I always thought you liked me,” Miche mumbled. “I just figured I was imagining things.”

You groaned as you pulled your face from his hands and covered it with your own. “Ugh that’s so embarrassing.”

“Wait so you did like me?” Miche asked with a wide grin.

You nodded from behind your hands. “Everyone knew it too.”

Miche laughed and gently pried your hands off, revealing a red-faced you. “Everyone except me apparently.”

You looked everywhere except him, trying not to get embarrassed all over again. Until he put his hands on your cheeks and made you look at him. “Sooo, is that what Nana and Gelgar were talking about when I came over?”

You nodded the best you could with your face being in his hands.

Miche chuckled, “I should’ve known, you three looked guilty about something.” He smiled at you before leaning in and kissing your forehead. “I swear you’re too cute-“

A loud whistle rang throughout the yard and people began streaming out of the dining hall and lining up.

Miche let go and stood, holding out a hand and helping you up. He brushed your hair behind your ear with a smile. “We’ll finish this conversation later.”

#moony-writes #mike aot fanfic #mike zacharias fanfic #mike z #miche zacharias #miche zacharius x reader #miche aot #aot fanfic #aot oneshot #aot fluff #mike fluff #miche aot fluff #miche fluff

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beneathashadytree · 3 years

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Hi 🥰 would you write for Mike Zacharias in AOT? If so I’d love to read a fluff/nsfw or maybe relationship headcanons

OF CRACKERS AND ANGEL CAKE - MIKE ZACHARIAS X READER

Warnings : slight mention of death, I went ahead and assumed the reader gender neutral!

Genre : fluff that is a bit too sweet (literally), barely-noticeable angst (Mike is not immune to jealousy)

Word count : 2.1K words

Synopsis : Though Mike is usually nonchalant about the orders he receives on a daily basis, this one particular demand that has him stumbling upon a certain bakery has him hungry for more.

Additional notes : This is my very first request, and I hope you liked it! I couldn't help it and got carried away; I love Mike after all🥺

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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The orders were crystal clear and short: find the closest large-scale bakery to become the supplier for the scouting regiment with the most affordable price and most frequent deliveries. There were no questions left unanswered; no vagueness about it---as a matter of fact, if Mike had thought about it well enough, he'd probably be able to hear Erwin's voice saying the same words.

The Scouts found themselves having the shorter end of the stick more often than not, forced to take the remains of what was left from the MPs and the Garrison regiment. It came as no surprise that they would run into a shortage of food eventually.

It should've been a fast and easy trip, one that wouldn't have taken more than a couple of hours of scouring the inner districts of Wall Rose on foot, but for some unknown (to others at least) reason, Mike found himself straying away from their preferred path.

It wasn't like the quiet man to disobey orders given by his superiors, but his senses reigned above them all as a far more accurate compass than any that current technology offered. And his immaculate sense of smell detected the scent of what could not be described as anything less than delectable.

The aroma was faint albeit alluring, causing him to pause in his tracks, two of his squad members following suite, slightly confused looks being shared between them, before one of them spoke up.

"Sir, uh, pardon me, but where are we going? Orders said---"

With a small nod of his head, the man automatically shut up---Mike wasn't intimidating per se, but as a man of rather few words, when he did speak, people tended to grant him the respect he deserved and proceeded to listen eagerly.

"I know what the orders said," he interrupted, "And we're sticking to them. We're just taking a detour," at that he pointed at a shady vacant spot against the grand wall, "Set up the horses here. Wait for my return."

With a collective affirmation from his few fellow soldiers who'd redirected the horses, Mike began to follow his nose that had yet to fail him. The dirt road absorbing the sound of his heavy footsteps, he followed twist after turn after alley after clearing, the oddly-comforting aroma only growing stronger and more enticing as he apparently neared the source.

Ever the observant man, he tried to memorize the route he'd taken, lest he'd find himself in need of reaching the same destination yet again. He counted the number of houses he'd passed and tried to engrave every landmark in his memory as he could virtually see a trail of the smell that seemed to warm his bones. When it peaked strongest and his nose twitched happily, he stopped in his footsteps, finding himself in front of a quaint shop sign.

His eyes widened at his good fortune, realizing that he'd in fact stood in front of what seemed to be a rather massive bakery, the wonderful aroma he'd been smelling all this time being freshly baked buns set out to cool a bit, straight from the oven that billowed smoke up the chimney---yet another time his superhuman sense of smell had been beneficial to him.

Mike carefully looked around, hoping he wasn't trespassing on private property or during closing hours, and upon closer expection he came to realize that the clanging coming from the inside was coming from a person switching oven trays that produced the steaming buns that had his mouth watering like a famished man.

Stepping inside, he rapped his knuckles against the glass door that was wedged open, indicating his presence, and causing the person to jump a bit in their place, before turning around to face him.

His heartbeat grew slightly erratic, swallowing thickly as he took note of just how ridiculously good-looking they were, even from across the room.

"Hi!" they piped up, slightly breathlessly as they tried to multi-task talking and adjusting the trays, "Give me a second, I'll be with you!"

Clearing his throat, he nodded and added a soft, "That's alright. Take your time."

With another quick dazzling smile sent his way, they continued their minsitrations, before lighting up the flame inside, and finally backing off to wipe their hands down on a towel hanging by the metal lever.

They retreated to the large counter near the back, and Mike took that time to intake his surroundings as he approached them, almost salivating at the sight of richly creamed cakes, buttered pasteries that glistened, bread loaves of all shapes and sizes, and crackers that put the regiments' rations to shame (though in all honesty, anythinh did).

A delighted chuckle interrupted his thoughts and stopped him from nearly banging his thigh against the countertop.

"I'm glad you seem to like my assortment!" they laughed, leaning forward to watch the way the tall man's eyes seemed to grow with wonder.

After a moment's contemplation, he looked back at them, his usually stiff posture slackening a bit as he saw the easy-going smile still on their face.

"You bake all of this?" he asked incredulously, an impressed look blooming on his handsome face as they nodded in reply.

Fiddling with a string at the hem of their worn-down sleeve they spoke again, "It's my dad's business, but he died out on the field," they hesitated for a moment, their eyes seemingly falling to the wings of freedom that he bore so proudly on his chest, "Back in Shiganshina, 5 years ago. He was in the Garrison regiment."

A solemn expression crossed Mike's face, "My condolences. Your father was a brave man, and died valiantly."

"It's alright, I'm not struggling that bad, there are those worse off," with a shrug, they pointed back to the display cases with the vast variety, "At least I'm doing something I love."

A rare half-smile slipped from him, "To each his own, I suppose," before his eyes wandered off to a rather tantalizingly sweet-smelling cake, they posed a question.

"What made you come out here? I thought the scouts dealed with the bakeries in the southern districts, seeing as they're closer to headquarters," they cocked their head to the side, and Mike suddenly felt embarrassed.

"My nose. It sniffed the buns from almost a mile away," sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, he produced a small stack of papers from the insides of his jacket, handing them over to the baker who know wore a confused expression.

Before they could inquire, he explained, "This a contract, binding you to bake for the scouts as the sole supplier, since we're running low on rations now," their eyes snapped up to look at him in surprise, but he made a non-committal shrug and went on, "Read the terms, and should you accept, you should find a dotted line to sign at the bottom of the last paper."

Tugging their lip between their teeth anxiously, they hesitantly nodded, flashing yet another polite smile as they seemed to have switched to business mode, "I'll flip through it now, but shouldn't you test the taste first?"

Mike only shook his head, "That's alright. My hunches are never off eitherways," he readjusted his straps, beginning to make his way out, but not before pausing to glance back at their rosy cheeks from the compliment, causing his own lips to form into a smile, "I'll contact you shortly."

****

It had been a couple of months since that fateful encounter led by his immaculate senses, and since then, the scouts' lives have been made slightly less miserable and leant more towards the sweet side---and one scout in particular, seemed to be revelling in that change.

With the afternoon breeze playing with his hair, Mike found himself seated on an old crate in front of the bakery, a makeshift chair similar to the one the baker themself sat on in front of him. Both munched away at a new cracker they'd been testing that combined the saltiness and sweetness of caramel, and Mike was more than delighted to be the taste tester.

"Does it smell nice too?" they worriedly ask for the hundredth time, causing a light chuckle to escape his lips.

He affectionately leant over to ruffle their hair, ignoring their protests, "Yes, it does as always. The smell always leads me here."

"I'm glad it did the first time. Who knew a handsome soldier would knock on my door?" they teased, the wind dancing delicately through their hair, and Mike struggled between rolling his eyes, scoffing, or controlling the blush he felt climbing up his cheeks.

"You're just glad you renovated with the financial aid we give."

They nodded thoughtfully, "I think I have enough space to add one more oven," they dusted the crumba on their apron and pointed inside, urging him to glance in the direction of their finger, "See there? A fifth one would do good. It's not easy having a hundred mouths to feed, all grown men."

He snorted shortly at that, shaking his head, "If all soldiers eat like that girl from the Dauper village, I'm sure you get nightmares thinking of the amount of flour you'll be sifting in the morning."

They groaned, resting their head in their hands, "Some are worse! You wouldn't believe it, but I've once had the Commander himself come down here and ask me to make him a batch of angel-cake that month!"

For some reason, Mike's mouth dried at that fact, and he felt slightly disturbed by it, though there wasn't anything inherently bad about it---so why did it feel like he was sniffing off another impending titan attack?

"Commander Erwin?" he awkwardly threaded his fingers together, and the baker rolled their eyes.

"No, Pixus," they impatiently hurried to retort, "Well, of course Erwin! I'm only loyal to the scouts," they playfully winked, but again Mike was distracted by the fact that his superior had been here.

Did he consider talking to them the highlight of his day too? Was he also sometimes caught off-gaurd by the beautiful smile that had their eyes nearly disappearing with how wide it was? Had he gotten used to their friendliness and found it contagious in the same manner he did? Did he also have an overwhelming urge to sit close to them and have their shoulders touch?

A scowl forming on his face, he couldn't help himself and felt that he had to satiate his curiousity, leaning back a bit and seeming a bit imposing with his jacket taken off (though it was more likely to be unintentional than anything).

"Has he, uh, been here often?" his voice adopted a lower tone, a quieter one that his companion failed to pick up on.

Shaking their head, they only bent down to pick up the discarded plates, him mumbling half-hearted apologies as he helped them take everything to the sink behind the counter inside.

"No, he said he'd rather keep sending you instead," turning the water knobs on, they rolled up their sleeves, Mike delicately aiding them in doing so while listening so intently his normally-gentle gaze almost bore holes into their own, "Beats me why."

His large hands then gripped at the countertop, seemingly having an internal conflict with himself. Their now-dry hands patted his soft mop of dirty-blonde hair, a reassuring smile on their face, and that was the deciding factor for him to be upfront.

"He knows I enjoy our meet-ups," he said simply, and he was not sure if his point had come across clear, "That's why I'm solely in charge of the ration supply."

They stood still for a brief few seconds, as though they were making some sort of impossibly hard decision with their eyes observantly trained on him, before they nodded in seeming understanding. Their light footsteps sounded across the floor, before they disappeared as they rummaged for something in a low cupboard.

Seconds later they emerged, holding in their hand a cardboard box that they took the liberty of opening themself and showing to him.

It was almost funny how Mike's facial expressions switched from puzzled, to realization, to shock, and ultimately to something much more tender that it caused their pulse to skyrocket and their throat to feel parched, all within the span of less than two seconds.

"But... how?" was the only whisper heard within the confinements of the baking area.

"I know someone who knows someone," they laughed nervously, "I wanted to make you something special," they swallowed, watching as his gentle gaze fell on them once again, eliciting warmth in their belly, "You're special to me, Mike."

His voice drifted off once again, "But chocolate cake..."

Their lips perked up in a smile, words lingering on their tongue, words that Mike hadn't heard in so long he'd quite literally forgotten their meaning.

"Happy birthday, Mike. Stay for a birthday lunch date with me."

Taglist: @blondeboyfriend

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avid-windex-consumer · 4 years

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Ambivalence & Resolve

He finds her in the messhall, a bottle of beer opened, drained to the bottom. There’s another one in her hand. Her eyes look glazed over, and he wonder’s if it’s the beer or something he missed that’s given them that look.

She is a well of resolve and determination, a wildfire, controlled and calculated and often-times quiet, though dangerous if crossed.

So why is it that she’s drinking so late at night?

“Nana.” He speaks, trying to get her attention. Her eyes do not drift from the wall, there is no sign of recognition that she heard him at all.

“He used to drink too, you know.” Her voice is quiet, and the way she says it is regretful, sad. Those who do not know her well wouldn’t her the tinniest tinge of bitterness in those words. The resentment forced under the surface.

“Who?” He asks, because he is curious. She won’t answer if she doesn’t want to, but friends give a listening ear. It’s a repsonsibility.

“My dad.” She says, and her tone is similar, if not a bit sadder.

She doesn’t talk about her family, and he doesn’t ask. It’s an understanding that was never voiced, but breaking it would be a breach of trust.

“Oh?” He’s a man of few words, but in those few words he can say many things. In this case, he’s giving her a place to rant if she wants to, to share what she needs to. No judgement, just someone there.

“There were so many bottles in the living room. All over there, on the floor. He didn’t like to clean, but I hated the filth.” The resentment creeps in on the last sentence, and she spits out the last word with bitterness. “I cleaned it all up. Every day.”

He is silent, but that isn’t uncommon. He makes the silence inviting, at least.

“He threw them at me too, when I tried to clean.” Her voice shakes a bit, but the bitterness remaines. “Grabbed me by the hair a lot. That’s why I cut it, you know?”

She turns, and looks him in the eye. By her movements, he can tell for sure she is drunk, though the fact that she is telling him this let him know far beforehand.

He keeps his face calm, but inside an anger festers. He hadn’t had a clue before this. He’d never known. She didn’t talk about her family, and now he knows why. And her pig of a father...well, he has a few things in mind about what he’d like to do to him.

“I’m fucking glad he’s dead.” She spits, then leans back and chugs down the rest of the bottle.

He looks at her, face still blank, but understanding. He doesn’t try to sympathize, Nanaba doesn’t want that. Her usual fruity scent is mixed in with beer, and those he can’t smell it, her grief and anger is palpable.

“I’m glad.” Her voice breaks. “I should be glad, right?” It’s a tone he recognizes, filled with grief and confusion, calling out for help, for anything or anyone to save her.

“I don’t know. I think anything you feel is valid, as long as you know what he did to you isn’t right.” He isn’t the best at giving advice; he’s a far better listener. But he’s willing to do most things for Nanaba.

“I hate him.” She says, in a painful-to-hear tone of voice. “I hate him so much. But I love him too. I still want him to say something nice. I want that more than anything.”

He sees tears leaking down her cheeks, but he doesn’t comment. It isn’t weak, he knows that much. But Nanaba’s a proud woman, and she doesn’t like people to see her in a state like this.

“You’re amazing,” he says gently, “if he couldn’t see that, then that’s his loss. You’re so good to people, and talented.”

“I wish those words were coming out of his mouth.” She speaks quietly.

There’s a silence, for just a few moments.

“I’m tired.” She says, and he nods, standing up. He puts his hand out for her to stand which she does, and gently puts her on his back, grabbing her legs to prop her up and keep her from falling. She wraps her arms around his waist. It’s late enough that they won’t run into anyone.

He walks through the halls, finding her room and putting her on the bed, then pulling the covers over her.

“Go to sleep. You’ll wake up in your bed tommorow.”

“Stay?” She asks, half-lost to sleep already. He hesitates, then spots a chair in the corner. He’s slept in worse places, he decides.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.” He says, sitting down, and trying to get comfortable.

She mumbles something incoherently, and she drifts off to a benevolently dreamless sleep.

[~♤~]

So, it’s pretty much canon that Nanaba was abused, right? But I look around for fics adressing this and there’s none. Just, none. So, I wrote it. I probably didn’t do it justice, but oh well. In case people didn’t realize, the man was Mike.

#attack on titan #nanaba #mike zacharias #miche zacharias #attack on titan fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #oneshot #angst #mikenana

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bluebellhairpin · 3 years

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(Back to the other Masterlist)

Edits

Phone Lockscreens/Backgrounds

Eren Jaeger Lockscreens/Backgrounds

Headcanons

Character Drinks

Character Habits

Character Music Tastes

Character Outfits (Part 2)

Characters as Horny Songs (N S F W)

Pacific Rim AU

Volleyball AU

Mornings with the Veterans

Their s/o Has a Bad Day

Girl Dad’s

What They Call You/What You Call Them

What They’re Like as Fathers

What they Wont Do

Things Levi Ackerman has said while Babysitting the 104th

Oneshots

(Eren Jaeger X Reader X Father!Levi Ackerman) Like Father, Like Son-In-Law

(Jean Kirschtein X Reader) Lotta Love

(Reiner Braun X Reader) To Reiner, My Missing Piece

Imagine...

Saving a Child with the Veterans

Series

Part of Your World (Attack on Titan X Reader) (DISCONTINUED)

Broken With Gold (Eruri X Fem!Reader) (ONGOING)

Of Loved and Lost (Erwin Smith/Miche Zacharias X Fem!Reader) (ONGOING)

The Aftermath - Headcanons

Single Touch - Oneshot

A Familiarity - Oneshot

The Louvre - Oneshot

Promises - Oneshot

Apple Pie - Oneshot

Tears, Fears, and Souvenirs - Oneshot

Star Crossed - Oneshot

Kiss It Better - Oneshot

Always and Forever - Oneshot

Who Will Remember? - Oneshot

Runaway - Oneshot

True Gold - Oneshot

Honeyed Bread - Oneshot

Razor Blades and Band-Aids - Oneshot

Not Friends (Slight N S F W) - Oneshot

When the Coil Breaks (N S F W) - Oneshot

The Cravat (Part Two; Their Cravat) - Twoshot

The Perfect Partner (Part Two; The Perfect Plan) - Twoshot

Hanging around Hange and Levi Joining you - Imagine

Levi Meeting You in the Modern World - Imagine List

Favours - Series (DISCONTINUED)

The Adventures - Series (DISCONTINUED)

In Between - Series (HIATUS)

No Feelin’ - Series (COMPLETE)

For Erwin - Oneshot

I Know - Oneshot

The King’s Queen - Oneshot

Welcome Home - Oneshot

Unholy (N S F W) - Oneshot

Cherry - Oneshot

Parallels- Oneshot

Me, The Devil - Oneshot

work song - Oneshot

Maneater (Part two; Eat Your Young)(N S F W / DARK CONTENT) - Twoshot

The Kid - Oneshot (AU thoughts here!)

Where There’s Smoke - Oneshot

The Cynic’s Happily Ever After - Oneshot

Waking Up In Vegas - Oneshot

Tamed - Oneshot

They Know - Oneshot (N S F W)

SFW Alphabet - Headcanons

The Bane of Zeke Jaeger - Oneshot

Me and My Husband - Oneshot

Rusted Platnium - Series (Broken With Gold)

#attack on titan x reader #levi ackerman x reader #erwin smith x reader #kenny ackerman x reader #eren jaeger x reader #jean kirstein x reader #zeke jeager x reader #reiner braun x reader

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nkogneatho · 3 years

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☠︎︎𝐍𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒☠︎︎

[𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞.]

💚Hie I am Pasi and this is my 3rd open collab event.💚

STATUS: CLOSED

🍸𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄🍸

The theme is pretty simple. Fucking under the influence of alcohol, drugs, etc. Cause yes, a lot of us love the feeling of cumming with an euphoric pleasure.

Send me an ask or dm if you want to participate.

⚠️MENTION THE GENDER YOU ARE GOING TO WRITE, AND THEY ALCOHOL/DRUG, ETC. YOU WOULD WANNA USE. Age should be in your bio.⚠️ CAN YOU PLEASE REBLOG AFTER YOU PARTICIPATE ?

🍸𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒🍸

Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan, Boku no hero academia, Bungou stray dogs, Chainsaw Man, Tokyo Revengers, Kimetsu no Yaiba, Dr. Stone, Free!

🍸𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒🍸

This is an ONLY NSFW COLLAB. Your age should be in your bio before you participate or even interact with this content.

You can write Headcanons, Fics, Drabbles, Oneshot, Thirts, etc as long as it is minimum 500 words. You can write more than 1k, 2k and so on.

ALL THE MINORS SHOULD BE AGED UP TO A LEGAL AGE. WE DO NOT PROMOTE SEXUALIZATION OF MINORS

A character can only be taken twice. MENTION THE DRUG OR ALCOHOL ETC. so the second person can use a different one.

Dark content is welcomed but MUST BE TAGGED PROPERLY.

Artists and writers both can participate.

The deadline is 1st January, 2022 but I don’t mind if it’s late. Life happens

Please tag me in the finished piece. Use the #🍸.noxious to tag your work for this event.

🍸𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬🍸

☠︎︎𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔

Hanamaki Takahiro x fem!reader + Acid + Molly by @nishiannoya

Hinata Shoyou x fem!reader + Alcohol + Weed by @cozykozume

Miya Atsumu x fem!reader + roofies + alcohol by @bakuu-baee

Sakusa x fem!reader x Ushijima +Alcohol + drug by @haikyutiehoe

Suna Rintarou x fem!reader + drugs by @nkogneatho

Tendou Satori x fem!reader + edibles/weed by @rosesandtoshi

Ushijuma Wakatoshi x fem!reader + aphrodisiac by @anju-writes

☠︎︎𝐉𝐉𝐊

Fushiguro Megumi × fem!reader + ecstasy by @hisgoodpuppy

Gojo Satoru x fem!reader + ecstasy by @your-nerd-is-showing

Naoya Zenin x fem!reader + alcohol + roofies by @kentosovertime

Sukuna Ryomen x fem!reader + weed by @severelytalentless

Fushiguro Toji x fem!reader + alcohol by @smoothy-ve

☠︎︎𝐀𝐎𝐓

Eren Yeager x fem! reader + shrooms + weed by @saccharine-darling

Jean Kirstein x fem!reader + Alcohol (whiskey) by @suguruswaifu

Miche Zacharias x fem!reader + Wine by @chaotic-nick

Zeke yeager x fem!reader + alcohol (whiskey) by @pennylanewrites

☠︎︎𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

Aizawa Shota x fem!reader + Alcohol by @ajaviary

Aizawa Shota x fem!reader + drugs + alcohol by @writewithmarites

Dabi x reader + Weed + Alcohol by @thranif

☠︎︎𝐁𝐒𝐃

☠︎︎𝐓𝐎𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐕

Sanzu Haruchiyo x fem!reader + drug (molly) by @anthenais

Baji x fem!reader x Hanma + coke + molly by @xo-lynx

Kisaki Tetta x fem!reader + alcohol by @jthebeauty

☠︎︎𝐂𝐒𝐌

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thera-daydreams · 3 years

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M Λ Ƨ Ƭ Σ Я L I Ƨ Ƭ

° m a s t e r l i s t + t a g l i s t s °

[on temporary hiatus until i graduate in august 2024 😔]

hello! i'm thera, a fanfiction author who writes for multiple fandoms

❦ this is a list of all my previous works, what i have in my drafts, and everything I'm planning to write, which is why some works may not have links yet since they're a work in progress; if i get an idea, i'll add it right here <3

❦ i don't have a schedule so updates may be inconsistent or on n' off; i only write when i'm inspired and when i have time. also, because of university and life, i'm super busy. just so you know. :)

❦ my older works are also on quotev and deviantart, thus some links may redirect there. still thinking about making an ao3 account, though.

❦ my stories are generally SFW or just a tad suggestive with a fem!reader, but maybe in the future (when i get the guts and the talent), i'll write some actual NSFW.

❦ just message me if you want to be added to my taglists for specific fics (as of the moment, i only have my trese & the sweet old lady is a witch taglists).

Legend:

∞ - full stories, ↳ - oneshots or twoshots, ✿ - imagines or headcanons

° not taking requests! °

❝ TRESE ❞

∞ INDAY [Crispin/Basilio/Maliksi/Dominic x Skymaiden!Reader] (completed)

✿ shorts & spinoffs (still ideas as of the moment)

↳ PLUS ONE [Maliksi x BestFriend!Reader] (completed)

↳ PLUS THREE [Maliksi x Reader] *sequel of plus one*

↳ POMEGRANATES [Dominic x Reader]

↳ UYAYI [Basilio x Mermaid!Reader]

↳ KABILANG BUHAY [Crispin x Ghost!Reader] (completed)

❝ JUJUTSU KAISEN ❞

∞ THE SWEET OLD LADY IS A WITCH [Nanami Kento/Gojo Satoru/Ryomen Sukuna/Fushiguro Toji/Geto Suguru/Kamo Choso x ScarletWitch!Reader]

↳ COFFEE & TEA [Nanami Kento x Reader]

↳ 241 [Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru x Onesided!Reader]

❝ YANDERE SIMULATOR ❞

∞ WISHING FOR WINGS [Male!Yandere Simulator x Ayano Aishi!Reader] (discontinued)

❝ HETALIA ❞

∞ LITTLE MISS ANCIENT [Hetalia x Reader] (completed)

↳ WEDDINGS? YOU SURE? [Hetalia x Reader] (completed)

↳ MAN CORSETS [Austria x Reader x Prussia] (completed)

❝ ATTACK ON TITAN/SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN ❞

∞ IMMORTALS [Erwin Smith/Reiner Braun/Miche Zacharias/Jean Kirstein/Levi Ackerman/Zeke Yeager x Various!Immortal!Isekai!OCs]

❝ CROSSOVERS, MISCELLANEOUS, OTHERS ❞

∞ VICTIMS [Wonder Woman x Captain America | Supergirl x Winter Soldier | Zatanna x Quicksilver | Starfire x Loki] (on hiatus) - ◤MCU x DCEU◢

∞ GODKILLER [Gabriel Reyes x WonderWoman!Reader x Jack Morrison] - ◤Overwatch x DCEU◢

∞ QUEEN OF THE DAMNED [Alucard x Akasha Bloodriver] - ◤Hellsing x Rosario + Vampire◢

∞ SUN & MOON [Sesshomaru x Queen Serenity] - ◤Inuyasha x Sailor Moon◢

∞ MYSTERY OF SILENCE [Phantom x Siren!Reader] - ◤The Phantom of the Opera◢

i don't write for many of the other fandoms i'm in, but feel free to chat or interact with me!

ANIME/COMICS

. trese . jujutsu kaisen . attack on titan . mcu . dceu . the old guard . free! iwatobi swim club . kuroko no basket . yuri! on ice . naruto . fairy tail . millionaire detective: balance unlimited . black butler . hellsing . castlevania . rosario + vampire . vampire knight . inuyasha . sailor moon . hetalia . pretty rhythm . cells at work . way of the househusband .

BOOKS/SHOWS/MOVIES/GAMES/WEBTOONS/IDOL GROUPS

. yandere simulator . overwatch . earth defense force . phantom of the opera . hamilton . miss saigon . les miserables . jekyll and hyde . bram stoker's dracula . twilight . a court of thorns & roses . crazy rich asians . game of thrones . the remarried empress . dangerous convenience store . exo . twice . red velvet . (g)-idle . exid . itzy . k-drama . k-variety shows .

#masterlist #fanfiction #multifandom #x reader #thera.writes

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hangekitty · 3 years

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For those who are interested in reading my work! All completed (and on going) work is linked in this post and will be updated whenever a new Oneshot/Headcanons/etc has been uploaded.

All NSFW content (links) will be in BOLD

Multiple Chapters

Nile x Erwin x Miche x Reader - Smoke and Mirrors (AO3 - on going)

Miche Zacharias

Miche comforting his S/O after a bad day

Retired Miche with a s/o Headcanons

Jean Kirstein

Ghost Hunting headcanons

Nile Dok

Dating Nile Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet

Hange Zoe

Oneshot! Space Girl

Oneshot! Lost without you

Reiner Braun

Reiner having a s/o with a passion for reading

Poly Relationships

Erwin x Levi x gn!Reader - Tea for 3

Specials

Birthday Special ( x Miche)

Oneshot! Nile x f!Reader x Miche Been Had (AO3)

30 Days of Pride - Masterlist

#masterlist

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axoxtxhxh · 3 years

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May i get the word bedroom with miche with? Thanks 💜

So this became very domestic 😆 it’s also modern au and I’m not sure if it’s obvious enough in the writing. Also, this contains a lot of headcanons I have for Miche so I hope you like it! Thank you so much for the request!❤️ I really love this one.

Miche - Bedroom

Miche never really considered himself to be a sentimental guy. He liked saving small things from trips he took, times he hung out with his friends, awards, photos, and the like. He never thought he was someone to get attached to anything. That is until his parents called him and told him they were moving and he needed to clean out his old bedroom.

As he walked up the steps to his childhood room, he couldn’t help but think about it being the last time he would do it. He loved that house. That was his home. Yeah, he hadn’t actually lived there for years, but he was always comforted by the fact that it was here, waiting for him.

He turned the handle to his bedroom door and stepped inside. It was almost like walking into the past. His parents never went in there anymore except for the random times his mom would go in to dust. He planned to only take an hour to get the things he wanted to keep and the rest could be tossed, but now that he stood there, he knew that wouldn’t be the case.

Trophies and medals he won from volleyball tournaments sat on the shelves above his desk. He laughed at the trophy on the end that he won playing mini golf with Erwin and Hange. They were all surprised when he got a hole-in-one on the final hole and when given a choice between a trophy or a free game, he chose the trophy knowing every time he looked at it, he would remember how much fun they had. Maybe he was more sentimental than he thought.

The little cork board he had held pictures of him and Erwin while they were in high school, some from college. Even more photos of them when they met Hange and the summer they all housesat for Hange’s uncle who basically lived in a castle. He was definitely going to need a bigger box to take all of it.

Miche turned around and sat on his bed, sighing. He rested his arms behind him and looked around the room. His drum set was gathering dust in the corner and he wondered if there was a way he could fit it in his apartment. He noticed a small box tucked in the corner of his closet and he stood up to get it, returning to his spot on the bed to go through its contents.

It seemed like more photos of his time during college, photos of him with his dad when they used to go camping every summer when he was younger, some random plane tickets from trips he took. At the bottom of the box, were old letters and he pulled them out, carefully opening them and reading.

“Hey, are you staying for dinner?” Miche’s older sister, Amari, walked in the room. “Mom wants to know how much food to make.”

“Do you remember these?” He held up the letters and she walked over to look at them.

“Are these the letters you sent me from camp?” She took the ones Miche had in his hand and read them, smiling to herself. “You were such a baby, ‘I think Mom sent me here because we fight too much and it makes her angry. Let’s not fight anymore so I can come home. I promise to play whatever game you want when I come back. Please tell Mom.’ You really hated that place”

“I was small then.” Miche laughed. “Everyone picked on me.”

“Well things have certainly changed since then.” She handed him the letters.

“Mom! Eri’s not sharing his game.” Miche’s nephew ran into the room.

“Tell him I said to share.” She told, brushing the blonde boy’s hair back. “Did you say ‘hi’ to your uncle?”

“Hi, Uncle Miche.” The boy was half hiding behind his mom’s leg and Miche smiled at him. “I told him, but he still isn’t sharing.”

“Fine, let’s go talk to him.” She turned to leave and quickly turned back. “So are you staying?”

“Yeah, I’ll stay.” Miche nodded, standing up and grabbing the little boy’s body to put him on his shoulders. Miche laughed as the boy giggled. “Let’s go scare your brother.”

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thero0ks · 2 years

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Designated Dinker

Day 2 of Miche Zacharias Week hosted by @michezachariasweek is Talent. I think I may have failed at the prompt 😂. Anyways, this is between a drabble and a one shot, so enjoy!

Miche wouldn’t label himself as a professional drinker, but word around the frat traveled fast. The amount of alcohol he could put away in one night was impressive, but he liked to blame that on the fact that he was the size of a tree, or at least that’s what Erwin told him. A lot of the times he drank to simply drown out the shit music that blared through the speakers at the frat parties he attended. He just wanted to walk through one frat house that played something on his playlist.

Much to his disappointment the next frat they walked through played worse music then the last. Erwin drug him over to the beer pong tables. Miche wasn’t drunk enough to choke down a beer, so he quickly replaced the cups of beer with cups of rum. Erwin looked at him like he was mad, and quite horrified at the fact that he would be shooting a shit ton of rum if their team lost. Miche patted his back encouragingly, which solicited a look of annoyance from the shorter man.

“Youre the star QB, you can carry us.” Miche reasoned, missing his first shot.

“And you play soccer because your hand eye coordination sucks ass.” Erwin said pointedly making the shot.

After taking a couple shots, Miche found himself sinking more shots then he missed. Erwin told him it was his magic number. That moment when he was just drunk enough to be extremely talented at party games. They were an unstoppable force at cornhole, and Miche was rather talented at darts when he was just drunk enough.

After winning beer pong, Erwin drug Miche further into the frat house to mingle with some of the other frat members. Most of them were on the football team, and Miche never had anything in common with them, but he was able to converse with most people.

Miche’s eyes flickered over to the front door when a linebacker cracked another lame ass joke. His breath practically caught in his throat at the sight of her. The Converse, the black jeans, leather jacket and the Rise Against shirt. Jackpot, he’d found just his type. Emerald eyes shined as he watched her follow a friend further into the frat.

“You look like a cat ready to pounce,” Erwin said, watching Miche, as his eyes followed Miche’s gaze.

“Did you see her?” Miche asked, looking at him.

“Yeah, she also drives a Mustang, do what you will with that information.” Erwin said, patting his shoulder.

“Wingman.” Miche said, grabbing Erwin by the back of his polo.

“Oh come on!” Erwin huffed, as Miche pulled him to the drinks.

“Rum and coke?” Miche asked, as he casually stepped beside her at the counter.

Bright eyes looked over at him, and widened slightly as she had to crane her neck to look at him. She slowly shook her head. “Not unless I want to get fucked up.”

“Don’t be a pussy, get fucked up!” Her friend said laughing as she poured an unhealthy amount of vodka In Her orange juice.

“Fuck it…pour me one.”

Miche grinned and poured a generous amount of rum in the cup, before adding some Coke. He didn’t bother stirring the concoction, he simply grabbed the drink by the rim of the cup and with the flick of his wrist he swirled the cup poorly mixing the ingredients together. Handing the cup to her, she grabbed it and took a sip. She didn’t bother commenting that the rum had all settled to the button of the cup since he’d hardly mixed it.

“I’m Miche by the way,” he said, sticking out his hand, and she took it. His palm engulfed hers as he shook it, and her hands felt like ice against his skin. She gave him his name, and he stored it away in his memory for safe keeping. “Your hands are cold.* He commented, as he still held her hand.

Curious eyes flickered from their hands to his eyes as she tried to process what was happening, eyes widened with realization as a small blush dusted her cheeks.

“So, frat boy?” She asked moving to retract her hand.

Miche let her hand go as soon as he felt her tugging away. His heart sank at the loss of contact, but quickly recovered. Determination set in as he watched her sip on her drink.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen you on campus before. What are you studying?” Miche asked, following her out of the kitchen to a wall she decided to lean against. The furniture was less than appealing.

“Psychology, what about you?” She asked, looking up at him.

“I’m studying law.”

A small hum escaped her lips, “brains and brawn. That’s a rare combo.”

“I’m full of surprises,” Miche said, turning to face her as he sipped on his drink. “I’d be happy to show you sometime…”

“How about we start with dinner?” She said, smiling up at him.

“Deal.”

#miche zacharias week 2021 #mzw2021 #miche zacharias #Miche Zacharius #aot miche #miche zacharius x reader #miche zacharius x you #miche zacharius oneshot #Mike Zacharias #mike zacharias x reader #mike zacharias one shot

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axoxtxhxh · 3 years

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Stars for the drabble/headcanon 😊

First of all, thank you so much for this ask! I really had so much fun with this one 😆 I appreciate you leaving the character choice up to me because it gave me the chance to use all four of my favorites :) I hope you like it! ❤️

Vets - Stars

“We’ve been over this a million times!” Hange complained.

“Hanj, it’s confusing. Can’t you make an easier way of remembering?” Miche flipped through the packet of pages Hange passed out at the beginning of the meeting.

“It’s already an easy to use acronym.” Hange moved back to the board and pointed at the big ‘S’ written while Erwin rubbed his forehead. “S. What is ‘S’?”

Hange stood at the front and waited for one of the guys to raise their hands and answer. There really wasn’t much to this. It wasn’t a complicated concept, they even made an easy to remember acronym for them to follow, STARS. This most definitely wasn’t as difficult as when they had to learn Erwin’s Long-Distance Enemy Scouting Formation. Why couldn’t they get this?

“Levi.” Hange pointed. “What is ‘S’?”

“Subjugate.” He spoke matter-of-factly.

“No, no. The first ‘S’.” Hange corrected, moving to the board again to point at the first ‘S’ written.

“I don’t need anything other than subjugate.” He narrowed his eyes.

“This is a team formation! Erwin, please.” Hange turned to their commander. “Help me out here.”

“The first ‘S’ is swing, correct?” He frantically flipped through the pages in front of him.

“Nah dude,” Miche interrupted, “I think the second ‘S’ is swing. After we run.”

“Miche, I literally just said the second ‘S’ was subjugate. But great job on remembering ‘R’!” Hange clapped for him. “I will accept swing. Though the correct word is swoop.”

Hange turned back to the board and wrote ‘swoop’ under the first ‘S’. They took a deep breath and turned around.

“Anyone want to try for ‘T’? After we swoop, we…?” Hange waited for an answer. While Erwin continued looking for the answers in his packet, Levi took a sip from his tea. Hange turned to Miche to give him a hint. Moving their first finger in a spinning motion and mouthing ‘turn’ to him. He watched Hange closely to try and get it.

“Spin?”

“It’s a ‘T’ Miche.” Hange rubbed their temples. “It’s STARS, not SSARS.”

“I’m sorry, Hanj. I told you it was confusing for me.”

“I know. I know. Okay, let’s try this again.” Hange put the marker down and faced the group.

“Why do we need this method again?” Levi asked. “We already know how to kill titans.”

“This method has been tested and proven to increase support within a team when it comes to titan kills. We need to focus more on team kills and less on individual kills.” Hange explained. “My hope is to eventually use this method to capture a titan safely without any risks or fatalities.”

“Turn!” Erwin shouted and Hange’s eyes widened with excitement.

“That’s right!” Hange turned to the board and wrote turn under the ‘T’. “Swoop! Turn! What’s next?”

“Announce!” Erwin added. And Hange narrowed their eyes.

“Are you just reading from the packet I gave you?” Their voice became low and threatening. Erwin swallowed hard.

“No.” He closed the packet slowly.

“Alright!” Hange turned to the board and wrote announce under the ‘A’. “Swoop! Turn! Announce! What’s ‘R’? Miche!”

Miche jumped back in his chair, looking around the room nervously.

“Why are you picking on me?” He put his hand on his chest.

“Because you guessed it earlier, you idiot.” Levi stared at him.

“Ah, right! Thanks, little man.” Miche let out a sigh of relief and leaned forward, pretending to speak into a microphone. “The correct answer is ‘what is run?’”

“Great job!” Hange turned to the board again, writing run under ‘R’. “And finally, the last one, Levi?”

“Subjugate.”

“Correct!” Hange didn’t even turn around from the board. They wrote subjugate under the last ‘S’ and turned to face the men. “Swoop! Turn! Announce! Run! Subjugate! Great job guys! I really think we’re getting it.”

Hange looked at them and Miche and Erwin high fived. Hange knew that with a bit more practice, they would be able to use this technique in their sleep. They grabbed the eraser and erased the words under the letters.

“Again!” Hange leaned over the table, resting their hands on the edge and everyone groaned.

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