i do what i do

Summary: Eddie visits you at your job again. And again.

Warnings: some language, mention of readers late boyfriend, reader is pregnant

Word Count: 1,656

Part two to this

Your tongue pokes out your lips as you focus on carefully taping construction paper hearts to the wall. The Playlist of carefully curated love songs Mr. Johnson had asked you to make played softly in the overhead speakers as a group of middle school kids laughed and joked with each other as they flipped through one of the shelves of records.

"It's like they're blowing kisses instead of breathing fire." 

You nearly jumped a mile high, spinning around to see Eddie, arms crossed over his chest, nodding his approval; at the now holiday-appropriate dragons, painted on the fairytale-themed walls. "Cute."

"Yeah!" You let out a heavy breath meant to semble a laugh. "That was the goal! Dear goodness-" you bring a hand to your chest, clutching your oversized jumper. "You scared me!"

"Sorry. I kind of have that effect on people." He smiles sheepishly at you.

A/N: BITCHES I'M BACK. I know, i know, ive been gone for like 5 years lol. but eddie muson just makes me feel some type of way some im trying fan fiction again because he deserves it, and so do I😌

Summary: Eddie visits the music store you work at. This takes place shortly after s1, so no spoilers. Sort of a first-meeting fic. I plan on expounding on this story further. Just a little fun fic i guess

Word Count: 1.5k

Eddie sets down 2 new cassettes on the counter with a loud clack. You don't look up to acknowledge your customer, reaching for the tapes and sliding them over to the register.

"Did you find everything ok?" You recite in monotone.

"Yes, thank you." 

Eddie stares at you as you punch the buttons on the register. Your movements seem slow and dejected, in the way you drag your arms around the machine, even in the way your fingers appear flaccid as they pick and pull at the cassettes, the machine, hovering to wait for a receipt to print. He is surprised by your lack of conversation or even acknowledgment of his presence. He'll admit, he hadn't ever really interacted with you at school, but he had seen you around enough to know that you didn't appear to be an unpleasant person. Any time he got a glance of you in the halls or across the cafeteria, you were smiling. Additionally, he wouldn't say he was a regular customer, but he came here enough to know that you were always kind and outgoing towards customers. Cracking jokes, asking about their day, complimenting their music selections. Your lips don't have the soft smile you usually let settle around customers. Your face rests heavy and solid.

Ah sorry, some how I missed this until just now, so I apologize if you've been awaiting an answer for 58 years and I just didn't notice....

Unfortunately I'm going to have to decline this request. I don't really feel comfortable doing kinky *winka wonk* peices, and I doubt I could write it well even if I did...

*constantly moving between time periods kinda messes with your body

*like slows down your metabolism

*so you got some chub

*and ur like damm this chub

*but Jean is like

* DAMN this chub

*cuz like

*it makes you so soft and leaves these cute little curves and boi

*he thinks it’s so hot

*anyways, you can time travel, right?

*and you gotta do it a lot cuz the fate of the world is in your hands blah blah blah

*and while you’re glad that you’re able to make a difference in the world

*You hate that it takes up so much quality time that you’d rather spend with ur boyfriend

*and you just miss him

*so

*godamn

*much

*but whenever you’re able to take a break and stay in the present, Jean makes sure to treat you right

*cuz even though you don’t always believe it

*he loves you so much

*and he really admires how hard working you are

*and he wants to prove it to you

*so basically

*sex

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The rapid beating of your heart rings in your ears. Your breath is ragged. A disgusting sticky mixture of sweat and blood holds your hair against your face.

 Thump. Thump. Thump.

You try focus all your attention on the accelerated beats. Try to distract yourself from the excruciating pain in your arm, or rather, where your arm should be. Blood actively pours from your right shoulder, where the arm has been ripped off by a titan. Your other arm is holding tightly onto the tree in which you’re hiding. You cling onto the trunk of that tree as if your life depends on it, as if your grip on the tree would be strong enough to keep you in place if a titan were to find you.

 You laugh, the taste of blood and tears contaminating an action that is usually seen as joyful. It doesn’t matter, any laughs you manage to get out aren’t because you are happy, no, it’s just upsettingly hilarious that you could even consider that you have the strength to hold onto this tree for dear life. You are going to die. Whether it’s in the mouths of the titans or from bleeding out, it’s inevitable. There’s not much chance of survival with a broken leg and missing arm.  

 You are going to die.

 Slowly, you ease yourself down to a sitting position on the branch, hissing in pain as your leg is introduced to pressure that you’d really rather not deal with right now. Finally in a sitting position, you lean your head against the tree trunk, sighing deeply. Your heart beat is still concerningly fast, but it has slowed down from the initial adrenaline attack. There’s not much longer until it slows down to a stop completely. It’s either that or the titans. All you have left to do is wait.

 It’s not all that bad, is it? Your life couldn’t be described as good or noteworthy up to this point. Every day was an endless cycle in a war against an undefeatable foe. In the grand scheme of things, you were essentially worthless, just a worthless little human living a worthless little life. At least now that you were gone there would be more food for someone else. Eyes clenched shut, you manage to smile at the thought, really smile. Maybe by dying, you would be allowing someone the meal that could save their life, or something. It’s a pathetic thought, but it brings great comfort in this time of death. You have fully accepted your fate. In fact….

 You’re about to fling yourself off the tree, speed up the death process a bit when-

 “Y/N!” You know that voice… You open your eyes to see your best friend, Jean, soaring through the trees towards you. He lands on the tree, taking in your broken appearance. “Fuck, Y/N, what happened?”

 You glare at him with a weak gaze. Just because you’re on your death bed, that doesn’t mean you can’t sass him when he asks stupid questions. “Get out of here,” You manage to growl.

 “No way. We gotta get you back home.” He starts to bend down to pick you up.

 “I said to get out of here! I’m not going to let you die saving me!”

 “Then I guess I’m just going to stay alive saving you. There’s no way in hell I’m leaving you here to die.” He slips his arms under you, despite your protests, lifting you up as he holds you tightly against his chest.

“Why? My stupid old body is just going to slow you down! You should just save yourself!”

 “I let you die, a part of me dies with you. I am saving myself. Do me a favor, shut up and stay alive.”

    Hours have passed. You’re back safe and sound behind the protection of the walls. You sit in an uncomfortable bed, blank gaze on your face. Your shoulder and leg have been tended to. The bleeding has more or less stopped and you’ve been told that you’re going to survive. You can’t hear your heart beat. Is there even a heart in there? It doesn’t feel like it. You just feel… empty. You were so prepared to die. Why didn’t you die? Why couldn’t Jean just let you die?

 “Hey.” You turn to watch as Jean takes a seat next to you. “How are you feeling?”

 You look away from him, scowling at your hand resting in your lap.

 “Y/N? Are you okay?”

 You continue to glare at your hand, if looks could kill, you’d ask for a mirror.

 You hear Jean sigh. “Y/N, what’s the matter? Could you please talk to me already?”

 “Why did you save me?” You whisper in a raspy breath.

 “I couldn’t just let you die.”

 You whip your head around to look at him. “Yes you could! You should have! I never would have forgiven myself if you died trying to save my stupid ass!”

 “Yeah?” His voice raises a bit. “Well I never would have forgiven myself if I had just left your stupid ass to die there all alone!”

 “It’s not like I deserve it…” You grumble under your breath.

 “What was that?”

 “I said that it’s not like I deserve it!” You shout. “Is that loud enough for you, or do I need to repeat it again?!”

 Jean looks at me with a shocked expression. I look away again. My voice is softer when I speak again. “I’m sorry, I just- I… I don’t really see the point. It’s not like there’s any point to me being alive. I’m completely useless. We’re fighting this endless war, and I’m not doing anything to make a change in it. At least by dying I could have been freeing up space for other people to live in, granting meals to people who need them. I would have done more good by dying then staying alive. Now I’m just sitting here, eating precious rations while I lay in bed crying about this stupid life. Boo hoo.”

 “Y/N-“

“No, Jean. Don’t you dare tell me that I am worth it. Don’t you dare tell me that your life is worth risking for someone as dumb and useless as me. Don’t you dare tell me that losing two lives is better than saving more. It’s bullshit and we both know it.”

 “Just listen to me, will you? I told you before, when you told me to save myself, by saving you, I am saving me, but that’s not why I did it. Y/N, I love you, and if I were going to lose you, if I had to lose my best friend again, I wouldn’t be able bare it. I saved you because you saved me. When Marco died, who was right there for me to lean on? You! When I wake up every morning struggling to get out of bed, whose smile convinces me that another day just might be worth living? Yours! When everything in the world seems to be all wrong, which we both know is a lot, who is there to make it brighter? You!

You are not worthless and if anyone deserves to live through all this, it’s you! I saved you because I fucking love you, Y/N! So don’t you dare tell me that you don’t deserve it, because I will do everything in my power to make sure that you do! You deserve all the happiness in the world, and you better not doubt it, because if you do, I’m just going to have to keep on saving you.”

 “Jean, I-“ I’m interrupted by warm lips pressed against mine, and suddenly, something makes me want to believe him.

“You should make them lose the baby and break up. Put them through all the pain you can”

and then I just had to remind myself

I’m sorry, I haven’t heard of that character, so I’m assuming I haven’t caught up to whatever part in the manga they appear in, so unfortunately, I’m going to have to decline for now.

I’ll try to catch up asap (though that might take a while) and perhaps I can retry this request someday in the future! (It does sound super cute)

Thank you so much for the request! I absolutely adore pregnancy stories/imagines, so I’m really happy that you asked for this one! I’m sorry that it’s a bit short, but I hope you enjoy either way!

Armin squeezes my hand back. My grip on his hand is notdeadly or too firm, but is still secure. I don’t want to let go. I can’t letgo. I look up at him, taking his handsome features. I hope the babies look likehim. But I suppose it’s a bit early to be thinking about that type of stuff,but then again, is it ever too early for anything in a pregnancy? Sure, itfeels like I’m going to be pregnant for the rest of eternity right now, but in reality,it’s only nine short months.

Armin notices my staring and looks down at me, a glimmerof something I can’t quite figure out in his eyes. It looks hopeful, probably joyous.He grins at me.

“What are you looking at me for? The main attraction’s upthere!” He points up to the screen.

On the screen, we seen two little blobs floating around.

Our children.

I smile at the sight. Two little babies. Little babieswho I’m going to love more than anything in the world. Besides Armin, of course.

“Would you like to know the genders?” The nurse holdingthe wand asks. My eyes widen and my grin spreads.

“We really get to know right now?” Armin voices my exactthoughts.

“If you’d like to, yes.”

Armin looks at me, looking to confirm what we havealready discussed. I nod my head energetically, smile plastered to my face.

Once again, Armin does the speaking. “I think we would.Yes, please.”

 The room is painted a light shade of pink. It’s a littleroom, just big enough to snuggly fit two of everything. Two cribs. Two tinydressers. Two little ultrasound photos framed on the wall. Just above the headof each crib rests a painting of a flower, and the name of the flower printedbeneath it in flowy writing. The names of our little baby girls. Lily and Rose.

It’s been a few month since our little angels were born,and Armin and I couldn’t be happier. Sure, we were still recovering from thelack of sleep, but there’s not much to complain about when you see their lovelylittle smiles.

We’ve just finally lain them down to sleep, but stillreside a bit to watch over them. I feel weird watching them sleep, but whenthey’re just little babies, it doesn’t feel too odd.

“So-“I sigh lightly, careful to not speak too loud andwake up Lily and Rose. “What now?”

“We get married?”

“Well I meant like as in should we watch a movie or go tobed or something like that, but alright.

“Let’s get married.”

Okay, so just a disclaimer, this is my first time writing a girl x girl and writing for Mikasa, so I apologize if I messed up in any way or made Mikasa too OOC or anything like that…

Either way, I hope that you like it and that I at least slightly made it to honor your request!

“Mikasa…” You groan, calves burning, slowly dragging yourlegs to a stop. You heave over, hands on your knees as you struggle to inhaleraspy breaths. Sweat drips down your face, stinging your eyes.

“Mikasa, I can’t do this anymore.”

“(Y/N).” She sighs, backtracking a few steps from infront of you to return to your side.

“C’mon, let’s go. We still have five miles to run.”

Your already failing breathing hitches. Five miles? Nowway in hell could you do five more miles!

You open your eyes to squint up at her. “Mikasa, please.”

“Begging isn’t going to work. It’s shameful. Come on, weneed to finish.”

“Mikasa! I feel like I’m dying! I can’t do this anymore!”You desperately want to convince her that you’re not kidding around.

She sighs, taking a seat on the hard ground pulling youdown with her. You smile weakly, proud of yourself for convincing her to letyou stop. You are about to sing your praises when-

“You feel like you’re dying?”

You look up at her with curious eyes. What’s she gettingat?

“(Y/N), do you know why we’re doing this?” She brushes astrand of sweaty hair off of your forehead, staring intently into your eyes.(get you a girl who’ll touch you even when you’re gross and sweaty.)

“We’re doing this so that you can be strong, healthy andfit. I’m making you do all this work so that your body won’t fail on you whenyou need it most- out there.” She points out to the walls. “Because, while youmay feel like you’re dying now, if you are not prepared for when you’re outthere, you will actually be dying.”

You gaze into her eyes, full of passion. You’re startingto see what she’s getting at.

“Do you understand (y/n)?”

You nod your head. “I’m sor-“

“Don’t apologize. I understand. I’m tired too.” Your eyeswiden at her confession.

“No way! You never get tired! You’re way too badass towaste time getting tired!”

The corners of her mouth lift in a soft smile.

“Really? Well, I always thought you were the same way.”

“No way, I’m not!”

“Yes you are. (y/n), you’ve already run 10 miles, what’s5 more? I know you can do it. Come on, let’s finish it? Together?” She gets up,offering her hand to you.

You grab in and hoist yourself up, meeting her with aquick peck to her lips.

“Okay. Thanks for the motivation. But if I die, I’mblaming you!”

Like seriously, I want to write what you guys want to see!!!