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Mikasa

You didn't think it was possible for her already flushed face to deepen even further into the Crimson territory. But she sure did.

Her beautiful lips part slightly and you swear you saw a glint in her eye. It was like an innocent; "...I did good?" glimmer that was just the sweetest thing you've ever seen.

She hopes you'll call her that again. She won't communicate that with you though. But from how happy she seems, you'd got the hint.

Annie

If you say it while she's in a softer, more sub mood - her insides will flutter around you which was a surprise.

Her face will deepen into a darker pink, her beautiful lips will part slightly and her nails will sink deeper into your skin.

If she's feeling more dom; expect her to let out a small laugh and show you how bad she really is.

Sasha

To be honest, it's a blessing if she heard you. She's pretty out of it when she has sex. Her mind just goes into another dimension.

But if she did hear you, then expect a nice shy grin to pull at her cheeks.

She likes being praised and she deserves it all. Expect that to edge her a lot closer to her orgasm.

Pieck

Her breath will audibly hitch in her throat, a nice high pitched gasp.

Will hold on to you so tightly for a moment. You kinda caught her off guard there. In a good way, of course.

Her teeth will clamp down onto her bottom lip and she'll look up at you with those beautiful orbs of hers.

“Eren, why did you set this up?”

It’s a Friday night. Classes ended a few hours ago. Students are either out partying or sitting at their dorms watching movies by themselves or with friends. You’ve never been much of a party person, so you always tend to do the latter. You and your best friend, Eren Jaeger, always have movie nights every Friday night. Only as friends. You met Eren senior year of high school, and honestly clicked pretty quick. You joined in on Eren’s friend group, all of them seeming to enjoy your company. Except for one person.

Eren was in a long term relationship with his childhood best friend, Mikasa Ackerman. You respect him and his relationship, in fact you never saw Eren more than just a bestie either way. Mikasa, however, fails to believe that. She never liked the way you bith hung out with him by yourselves. She never liked the way you would approach him and give her a foolish smile, touching his shoulders before hugging him. She honestly disliked you very much. She trusted her boyfriend with her life, but not you. You figured the gothic girl didn’t really like you the day you met her. You first assumed it was because she tended to have a cold stare, but throughout the day, she acted normal with the others but every time you spoke she would give you that icy look. She did not like you.

“Because it’s pretty clear you don’t like Y/n for some odd reason. She’s nice, and she’s been in our friend group for over a year,” Eren starts off. “Come on, be nice. Here, I bought some drinks and I’ll even leave a couple blunts for you guys. I want you both to have fun. I made sure Hitch wasn’t coming back, too. She’s spending the night at Marlowe’s, I got confirmation from him. You guys can party all night, play some games to get to know each other! Please, baby. For me?”

Mikasa gives off a sigh, not really wanting to sleep over your dorm. Well, let alone sleep over with you. But her boyfriend wants you to try and get to know you, become her friend to see that your not a bad person. Because you’re not! Everyone saw that, but she didn’t.

You walk in your dorm with your bookbag and exhale the long breath you had. You mumble a “I hate studying on Friday’s” and look up to see the two invaders in your dorm. Why are Mikasa and Eren here..?

“Y/n! Perfect, you’re finally here.”

“Uhhh, hi Eren. Hey, Mikasa. What’s going on? Why y'all just in my dorm?” You ask, hanging your bookbag on the hook next to your door.

“You and Mikasa are having a sleepover! Arranged by your fav. You guys are going to have fun! I promise. It’s because you two are the only ones who aren’t close in the friend group! I want you both to get to know each other more, share secrets and stuff. Seriously, it makes me feel weird knowing my girlfriend and best friend aren’t that close.”

You look at Mikasa, who is giving you the tired stare once more. You look away and bite your bottom lip. There’s no way this sleepover is going to work. Eren explains to you that he bought you both drinks and even some marijuana. He exits, wishing them a fun sleepover. In the middle of the dormitory, you both just stand there. You go to turn on the tv, putting on Spotify to search for a playlist.

“Well, might as well get the air quote “slumber party” started, right?” You give Mikasa a frail smile, hoping she’d return it. She just nods, going to the table to pop open the bottle of strawberry lemonade flavored Svedka. She pours two shot glasses, and pop opens a bottle of tequila as well and pouring another two shot glasses with that. Mikasa turns around holding a shot glass of the Svedka for you and her, waiting for you to play music. You find a long enough playlist to last through the hours, and turn back to face her not knowing she had already opened the alcohol. You grab a glass from her, clink them together while saying cheers and down the drink quickly.

The night escalates as you drink some more, smoke one of the blunts out on the balcony of the dorm with much conversation (“How are classes goin?” “Theyre fine.” “Cool.”) and you both go back in after the smoke sesh to drink some more. Soon enough, you both feel very much not sober. So, as Eren wants, you both decide to play stupid games such as 20 questions. You start the game.

“Question 1. Mikasa, do you like girls?”

“Oh. We’re uh, starting off quite quick there, huh. Um. I’ve never really had interest in girls, I’ve always just been with Eren.. I think? Do you like girls, y/n?”

“Oh yeah. Quite a lot actually, haaaaah. Girls are sooooo fine. Like, come on. Boobs?? Playing with my own is boring, but imagining other girls and playing with their boobs? Mmm. I hooked up with Hitch once, which wasn't that good considering we were drunk also and she’s hella straight but I still got my chance. Also hooked up with Ymir and Historia for a threesome. Best sex I’ve had all year.. haha. Oops. Talked too much. Who’s next?”

Your blunt answer makes Mikasa blush. She didn’t know you were into girls like that. She didn’t know you liked girls, period. She saw a new side of you, one she would have seen if she befriended you over a year ago with the others.

“Well, I asked you if you liked girls too so yours again I guess.”

You stare at Mikasa, your drunken and high state hitting real hard. You don’t even want to play, to be honest. Since you both changed to your pjs, you’ve been having this very strong urge to touch yourself. To touch her. Mikasa and her perfectly toned body, so sexy. She’s wearing black short shorts and a tight white tank top, it aligns and shoes off her curves beautifully. You see her nipples through it, and just wonder if she did that on purpose. But you try to deal with the game, fighting the urge and going through 20 questions. So you both continue to ask.

“What’s the most embarrassing moment you remember?”

“Have you ever been in a relationship?”

“Ever got caught masturbating?”

“When was your first time?”

“Ever had a crush on a girl?”

“First time smoking?”

“Ever fucked a girl?”

“.... Craziest thing on your bucket list?”

“Ever eaten a girl out?”

You keep asking sexual questions to her about girls, really trying to see if she would catch a damn hint. Clear as day, she was not catching a hint. You just want to eat her out and make her make you cum on her fingers. That’s all that’s running through your mind. You can picture it so perfectly too. Right on the couch, with her hands clingy to your hair, tightly. Licking her wet cunt, sticking your pink muscle inside of her bundle of muscles. Want to feel her shaking.. want her to make you shake.. fuck. You can't stand it anymore.

“Listen, Mikasa. I’m not shy, I’ll say what’s going on in my mind. I’ll be straight, Mikasa, I’m not. Clearly. Have you not caught the hint this whole night? Okay, so we met around like what, sophomore year? Junior? I’ve had so much interest in you before I even met Eren. I saw the cute goth girl walking down the hallway with those dead cold eyes, giving everyone the most deadpanned stare ever. It turned me on. I have a thing for goth girls, something about their makeup, their lolita style. It screams “dominant.” And even though I am not a submissive, I would go straight on my knees for you. I would go on my knees and suck.. lick.. literally just eat your pussy out. Hell, if you had a strap I would be right on your lap so quick. That’s how weak you make me, Mikasa. I love Eren, he’s my best friend. But Mikasa, I’ve had a sexual & romantic crush on you from the moment we met. It breaks my heart you never liked me.”

... the silence from Mikasa was unbearably loud. You didn’t really notice how loud it was, considering all you could hear was your breathing, but she just stared at you with her black doe eyes.

“Wait... hold on, what? So much just happened, I feel like I got whiplash and suddenly, I feel sober...”

“To be fair, I’m faded. A lot. But I mean it. You look like a fucking painting and seeing you tease me with those pjs on? God . It’s like you just wanted to taunt me. Your body is screaming ‘you can’t have me’ because you belong to... a man. Of all genders, you chose to belong to a MAN. Ugh, Eren is such a lucky guy. Being able to fuck you, have you go down on him and suck his cock. I bet your mouth does wonders... or does he bottom for you? Do you make him go down on you? Do you make him eat your pussy out? Hm? I wonder.”

Mikasa’s face flushes red, she doesn’t really know what to do or say. The drunk in her is practically screaming for her to do something, because the way she was just spoken to really turned her on. She’s never been flirted on by a girl, let alone sexually. She clenches her cunt and even squeezes her legs together with an embarrassed look... she cannot believe she let a girl take over her like that. AND she believes that she could dominate her??? Mikasa can barely top her boyfriend, imagine topping a girl... it turns her on even more. She wants to do something about it. Should she approach you? She wants to step on you, put her boots back on and step on your face, your stomach, your throbbing cunt. She wants to torture you. She wants to ride your face, having you eat her out while fingering you, making you moan on her folds. She wants to eat you out while you eat her out, 69 all the way. She never felt this way for a woman... but there’s a first for everything, right? Would Eren allow this? Would he be okay with her cheating on him? To be fair, he did say have fun... and this will be fun.

She decides to go for it.

She reaches over the table, grabs your thin layered shirt and pulls you in for a long, wet kiss. You respond immediately, feeling everything going to your core. She doesn’t stop, she rips your shirt off leaving you in your sports bra, and pulls away from the lip smacking as she walks over to your side of the table and sticks her fingers inside your pants, inside your underwear and instantly touches your clit. She pushes you against the table, helping you jump up and lay your back down on it. You want her to be in control, you want her to be in charge. You clench your legs together, but she goes between them and makes sure they won’t close again. She bends lower to your ear, sucking on the lobe. She whispers in your ear, before sucking your neck and leaving a sexy purple bruise.

“Call me mommy, or even daddy. I want people in the next dorm and outside to hear us. I want you to scream my name, or those words. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”

She continues to rub onto your clit, then making her way to stick her fingers inside you. She licks your skin, tongue tracing from the hickey she just left down to your breasts. She remembers that your bra and pants are still on, so she pulls her hands out of your pants and just takes everything off. She wants you naked. For someone who’s never been crushed on a girl, fucked a girl or eaten a girl out, she’s very skillful. Maybe she’s used to sticking her hands down Eren’s pants and jerking him off. You think about her doing nasty things to Eren. You might not be straight, but you’re not gay either. You suddenly start thinking of what a threesome with them would be like. Eren sticking his hard on in your mouth and fucking your cute tight lips while Mikasa fingers your tight pussy lips. Now that’s something you’ll ask them both for sometime soon. But for now, you’re going to focus on his goth girlfriend in front of you.

You’re naked now in front of her and she takes in your appearance. You think about and realize, you’re Mikasa’s gay sexual awakening. God, it makes you feel powerful. But not as powerful as Mikasa. Mikasa’s lips go straight to your cunt, licking your clit and sticking it inside your folds. You squeal a little, shaking already. To be honest, she wants to make you cum a lot. Not just once, so many times she wants you to scream her name. And it’s a promise, she WILL make you cum a lot. You reach down to grip her shoulder length hair, but she smacks your hands away. She lets herself off from your cunt, and raises your hands to your head.

“Don’t move them. No gripping my hair, no pulling. Nope. Deal with it.”

And GOD that turns you on. You bite your lip with a masochistic grin, and stutter out “y-yes mommy!” And then she goes right back into your pussy. You have to suffer from biting your hand, pulling your own hair because she won’t let you pull hers. So unfair! But... you feel hot. Your pussy is vibrating, your core knows it’s going to explode. But you fail to tell her so you do it anyway, wrapping your legs around her neck and pulling her closer while cumming on her tongue. You moan her name so loud, making her and everyone around know who made you cum.

But she won’t stop, no. Mikasa will make you cum again just from her tongue. And she did. Three times from her tongue. You came THREE times just from her mouth. And she came only once, moaning into you as she came on the third orgasm. You couldn’t tell, but she was rubbing her clit the whole time. She isn’t planning on stopping either. Right after both of your orgasms, she’s already onto fingering you. She allows you to pull her hair this time. Then, as if the moment wasn’t going SO perfect, someone’s phone begins to ring. She looks over and sees it’s Eren calling. She grins, not going to answer it but she decides she’s going to send him a Snapchat video of them. After all, he is the one who set this up. He only deserves a reward for that.

She grabs her phone, unlocking it and opening Snapchat. She fingers you with one hand and goes on the phone with the other. She whispers into your ear first.

“Can I send ‘Ren a video of you? Of us? Wanna show him how good our slumber party is going..”

You look at her with your seductive eyes, giggle a lil’ and say, “Yes! ‘M want to show Eren how good his girlfriend treats his best friend.”

And so she records and sends him so many videos of you moaning, of her fingering you and even got a video of her biting and licking your cunt again. She’s probably sent him like, 5 minutes worth of her pleasing you. He hasn’t opened any of them, at least she doesn’t know because she tossed her phone on the couch, ignoring it and trying to make you come for a fourth time.

“‘Kasa.... want your pussy on mine... please!”

She didn’t even think of that, to be honest. Rubbing her wet cunt with your wet cunt. This will be interesting. She pulls you closer to the edge of the table, picking you up and tossing you onto the couch softly. She takes off her thing white tank top and black shorts, slowly for yours and her pleasure. She then walks to you, slowly and leans forwards on the couch to kiss your lips once more. You toss Mikasa’s phone again, this time towards your bed hoping it won’t fall on the floor. You kiss her back, wrapping your arms around her neck bringing her closer. That’s when she pulls away to lay you on the couch sideways. She sits on one of your legs and lifts the other one on her outer hip. She scoots in, bringing her pussy close to yours. When they both touch, you both moan like little whores in heat. Mikasa leans forward, taking your lips in hers again and she rocks her hips into yours, rubbing cunts together. All you hear are sexy moans, sensitive clits touching sensitive clits.

Mikasa’s lips move your neck and she moves a hand to interlock with yours. God this is such a new sensation to her, and she’s so addicted. She starts to thrust her hips faster, making you both moan and breathe each other’s names out quicker and more high pitched. She throws her other hand to your hip, gripping it while ducking her pussy on yours faster. And faster. And faster!

She bites into your neck for a second, then let's go to moan and she comes right onto your warm folds of muscle. She shakes as much as you, also orgasming for a fourth time but on her other lips this time. Mikasa moans in your ears, but then grows weak and her shoulders fall to yours. Heavy breathing, from the both of you. You guys just sit there in silence, as the playlist of music plays it’s last song, the final 30 seconds of “Slumber Party” by “Ashnikko”. Her lyrics “I’m shy, I’m so shy” followed by her maniacal laughter. Then it’s just both of your breathings. Ironic.

In the morning, you both wake up on the couch. You’re not on top of each other, nor are you naked anymore. You both settled yourself, but were so tired and weak that you didn’t even feel like going to thebed. You guys were kind of cuddling, it was cute. It was 8:30, too early for a Saturday. But you knew she was going to have a hangover, since you already did. So you went to your fridge and got two water bottles and walked to the bathroom, grabbing some pain killers. You went to the bathroom, peed, and came back out to see Mikasa awake with messy hair and she was rubbing her head.

“Hey, good morning,” you say as you hand her the painkiller and a water bottle. She looks up at you with her signature stare again. Of course ;;;;;

“Thank you.” She grabs them from you, chugging both down quickly.

The silence between you both was awkward, to the point where you honestly just wanted to sly in bed and go back to sleep to avoid this awkwardness.

“About last night..” Mikasa interrupts your thoughts.

“We can forget it happened if it makes you feel better. Um, I’m sorry. I take full responsibility for it all, you can tell Eren it’s my fault. I’m sorry.”

“... I was going to say thank you.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. I’ve been dating and so in love with Eren for so long that I didn’t really understand my sexuality.”

“Don’t tell me you think you’re gay now, don’t break Eren’s heart like th-“

“No, Y/n. I still love Eren. He’s my boyfriend and I’m not changing that ever.... but I did have a gay sexual awakening so I think I’m like... bi? I guess? Maybe straight but gay sometimes? I don’t know. But also, Eren has been wanting us to hang out for so long and I kept saying no because I did not like you. I thought this whole time you were trying to get with Eren, but it turns out you were.. just trying to get with me.”

You blush, from her stating the obvious so bluntly.

“Eren and I have had threesomes before. With Armin a few times, once with Jean too. Eren had his little gay awakening because of Armin, it’s a long and pretty funny story haha. But he’s been wanting to do something with a girl and I told him I didn’t want to because I didn’t like girls. And if I weren’t dating him, I know he probably would’ve been gay. His gay ass, it’s crazy how undeniably gay Eren is. He would be pegging some guys ass rn, at 9 am if I wasn’t dating him.”

Okay, that’s news to you. Then again, you don’t know your friends sex lives unless you’re invited so, that’s fair.

“Anyway, if you would like I.. wouldn’t mind having you join in with Eren and I one day. I don’t know about just us two, I’d have to ask Eren about that. We’re not exactly in an open relationship, but we are something. Speaking of which, I know he watched those videos. Let me see what he...” she trails off. She walks to your bed, grabs her phone and sits on the bed. She opens her Snapchat to see videos from Eren. Most likely jerking off videos, there’s no way he didn’t find that content hot. Mikasa invites you to sit next to her to watch the videos he sent her. Only is fair since she was the star of the videos.

She presses the purple button, watching his videos.

“YOOOOOOOO MIKASA AND Y/N ARE FUCKING, JEAN YOU OWE ME AND CONNIE $20! LETS FUCKING GO.” You see Eren, Jean, Connie, Sasha and Armin. Sasha waves at the camera, and Armin smiles. They’re all laughing and Jean looks like he just lost 40 bucks. Wait... he did. Sucker.

The video continues.

“I thought Mikasa didn’t like girls...” Jean mumbles.

“Come on, it’s a slumber party with drinks and weed. And TWO girls. Something was bound to happen between the two. I’m so HAPPY they both broke their shells and are now hopefully friends! Cheers to friends fucking friends!” Eren yells in joy.

They’re all holding a shot glass with what appears to be a clear liquid, assuming vodka or any other hard clear liquor. They clink their glasses, spilling some and chug it down while screaming in joy. That video ends, and it then goes to Eren talking in the bathroom drunk as fuck about how happy his girlfriend and best friend were doing the nasty. Then, as Mikasa predicted, he talks about how hard it got him and he went to the bathroom to relieve himself. He shows himself in the mirror of the bathroom, jerking off. She lets you watch, only it being fair. It’s not the first time you’ve seen Eren’s dick. You walked in on him jerking off a few times in high school while going over to his place. You just let him be, never paid any mind to it since it’s normal. They were teenagers, it happens. He got flustered but he still finished. That’s just how it is.

The videos ends with him coming in the sink, moaning about how hot his gf and best friend look, kissing and overall having sex. Mumbles something about wanting a threesome, but then he says he’d die to just watch you both fuck while he’s just sitting there. Eren is a cuck. Eren is a lot of things, you’re just finding out. You and Mikasa both giggle, the video going to photos of him laying on the air mattress being shared with Armin. He does the funny fuckboy face with the lip bite and the thumb and pointer finger on his chin and the text says “ahaha what if I just kissed Armin right here and right now while everyone sleeps.” Then it goes to another selfie of him and the text says, “haha jk... unless ? 😳😳😳” and then it ends there. You both literally assume his dumb ass knocked out.

It’s a Wednesday morning, and you’re finishing up washing the dishes from breakfast when Annie comes back into the kitchen. She leans in the frame of the archway with a hand on her hips. You turn around to face her as you dry your plate off with a towel. 

A melodic whisper got you out of your daze from looking at your laptop screen. Exams are around the corner and your professors thought that it was the perfect time to dump more work for you. Tomorrow, you have a deadline coming up for a 2k-word essay about a topic that you could care less about, it wasn’t even under your major. Yet here you are, in one of the study areas of your university, trying to squeeze your brain just so you could reach the word count without caring for the outcome of your essay. But it seems like the gods graced your prayers because a small figure with golden blonde hair appeared in front of you, her blue eyes shining under the lights of the study area.

You started dating Historia Reiss not too long ago, it was probably ranging for three months at most. It was quite rocky at first, with you being out of a long-term relationship and Historia balancing out her time between extracurriculars and academics. The long-term relationship that got you all wound up was with a close friend back in high school and it sucked because you were such a good pair together — maybe fate wasn’t by your side that time. The two of you were immature and young but your time together was golden, having known each other way before asking one another out. You promised each other you’d move on and clearly, you did, your eyes finding your current girlfriend sitting in the neighboring study desk, taking out her stationery and color-coordinated notes.

Historia was a sweet person, always patient and caring when it comes to you. You met during a lecture that you two happened to share. She forgot her Apple pencil and luckily, you still had yours in your bag, lending the gadget to the blonde since you already have your laptop perched in front of you. With small smiles, the two of you gradually became friends, sitting next to each other during that lecture. Those small moments grew and later became study meet-ups in cafés or hanging out in one of the university’s libraries. The best thing that connected you two was your personalities, it matched so well that people sometimes thought you knew each other way longer before college. When you noticed Historia showing some signs that she likes you more than a friend, you couldn’t quite believe it at first. It was Historia being so understanding of you that made you say yes to her dates.

And now, here you are.

“Yup, you found me,” you told her, stretching your arms above your head before smiling at your girlfriend.

“Is that essay for Mr. Smith’s class?” Historia asked, leaning over to your side to get a glimpse of your screen. She patted your shoulder at the number of words you wrote. “Wow, you already got past the 1k mark. That’s amazing! Don’t forget to take breaks, though.”

“Of course, Tori,” you smiled. “You, too. I know your exams start four days from now. How is that holding up?”

Historia opened her readings, sighing at the thought of the dreaded season of the student body. “I don’t know if I can answer anything that well. I mean, we’ve been having study dates every day but I get so nervous just thinking about the exams. I know I’m going to be prepared but my anxiety said ‘no’.” She buried her hands through her hair, eyes softening when your face started showing how worried you are for her. “I’ll just think that this will be over a week from now.” Historia reached a hand out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Hey, why don’t we go to that restaurant just outside of uni for dinner?”

You took her hand in yours, squeezing it affectionately. “I think that’s perfect.”

The two of you proceeded to work on your separate tasks until you both agreed that it’s time for a good dinner. Historia helped you tidy your things up, occasionally smiling softly at you when you yawn. You bid goodbye to some of the students in the study area you know and the two of you went out of the room with joined hands. It was a nice walk around the university, the golden glow of the Sun bathing everything in orange, and making you relax despite the many backlogs still on your to-do list. That was until you saw a familiar figure going out of one of the many buildings of the Business Department. The blonde beside you even recognized the young woman hiding her face behind her scarf, blue eyes darting to you with a worried air.

It also happened that Mikasa Ackerman looked up from adjusting her scarf, her stormy gray eyes meeting with yours by chance.

Her eyes slightly widened at the sight of you, her gaze then dropping to your hands still joined with Historia’s before pursing her lips. Looking up to tangle your eyes again, she rose her hand in a little wave. You reciprocated the gesture weakly, never leaving your stare off her retreating form. You noticed that her shoulders became tense after that little encounter, fists enclosing the straps of her backpack and steps hurrying to get to her apartment that was just a walking distance from the university.

You felt a light squeeze coming from the girl beside you, knocking you out of your reverie.

“Let’s go?” Historia asked, eyes knowingly roaming your face.

“Mm-hmm,” you only hummed, following your girlfriend out of the campus.

You thought there wasn’t anything left but why were you still stuck in a limbo that you couldn’t get out of when you stared into those gray hues haunting your dreams?

< recount the night that i first met your mother

Mikasa had her life figured out. 

Everything was perfect. She has the most amazing people she can call her friends. She has the most supportive parents (and brother, but he can be a little shit sometimes but that’s beside the point). She has the perfect grades that can maintain her standing in the university, earning her great credits from various professors on the campus. She has scored a good apartment with her best friend, Sasha, all equipped with the best rooms and views that she can pay for a reasonable price. She is still a member of the university’s track and field long-distance running team, a regular and a manager at the same time. She also had the most beautiful girl as her lover and confidante, someone she could be herself with (not that her closest friends and brother didn’t see her real personality but being with her lover was a different kind of bliss compared to hanging out with her friends).

Well, had a girlfriend.

Ever since meeting you again earlier that night, suddenly Mikasa’s schedule for the night seems to blur.

It was her turn to cook for dinner but she couldn’t do anything properly. First, she managed to burn her sauteed vegetables, something that she had never done before knowing that this is her favorite go-to dish. Second, she boiled the pasta too long and now they’re too soggy. She nearly threw the pot down the sink but she didn’t want their neighbors to call the cops to their place, she just didn’t want to have a repeat of the first time that happened. (The first time their neighbors called the cops because of them was all Sasha’s fault, it appeared to the brown-haired girl that Mikasa’s cooking is one of the best in the world that she screamed bloody murder in the middle of the night.) Now, the gray-eyed girl had no choice but to start from scratch with the pasta, it was a good thing it was only the pasta though. 

The front door of their apartment opened with a bang while Mikasa tried to concentrate this time. Without looking up, she can see a brown-headed blur dashing towards the kitchen. “Stop right there, Sasha,” she said while stirring the alfredo sauce in the pan. “If you reach for the chicken one more time, I’m going to skin you alive. I don’t have the energy to hold your hungry ass back right now.”

Sasha backed away at the look of her roommate who was ready to commit violence if she steps out of line. “Whoa, who pissed at your day?”

Mikasa blinked, realizing that she might have been unreasonable with her remark. Of course, she wasn’t the only tired one in their apartment right now. Sasha was also struggling with academics and extracurriculars, not to mention, her love life is perfectly stable despite being in a relationship for a year. Not that Mikasa felt slightly jealous but she did everything she could to save their relationship but it still ended on a consensual note. The black-haired girl relaxed her tense posture, sighing deeply to expel the negativity accumulating her mind at the moment (Sasha called them dark forces after Mikasa told her about it, it took everything not to leave the room when the words came out of her friend’s mouth). Turning back on her sauce, Mikasa stated, “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed. You know, with the exams coming up and my track team entering this meet at the end of the month for official records. It’s just,” she sighed, “too much right now.”

“Aw, Mikasa,” Sasha empathized, going around the countertop to wrap her arms around Mikasa. She placed her head against her friend’s, petting the latter’s hair until they became a mess on her head. “I know just the thing to make us feel better. Let’s watch some of those anime movies that Armin recommended while eating dinner. Or anything that you want to watch if you don’t feel like watching anime right now.”

Mikasa smiled a little, resting her head on top of Sasha’s and relishing the comfort her friend gave her. “Thanks, I appreciate it, Sash.”

The moment she shared with Sasha reminded her of when you two were in high school. At that time, Mikasa was one of the star athletes that belonged to the track team. After the rigorous training their coach gave them, Mikasa’s knee started to hurt. This was dismissed by the head coach, saying that this wasn’t serious at all. You witnessed it when she ran more laps than what was written in her training regime to the point that her knee gave out. It was a good thing that her knee only acquired a sprain and a good rest from physical activities for some time will heal it gradually. Mikasa never had anything against it because getting some time off from her club meant that she could spend her free time with you. It was spent staying on her family’s couch, watching movies to pass the time while making small talk about her friends. The reminiscing continued until Sasha helped her prepare the living room for their movie night. She just couldn’t help but associate every little thing with you. You were a great part of her life since middle school.

She missed everything about you.

While the movie played out, her mind went to a time when it was time to introduce Mikasa as your girlfriend to your mother.

It was in the first months of being first-years in university. There was an issued academic break set by the faculties, taking the time to invite Mikasa to your home. You were so excited that that’s all you can talk about while the gray-eyed girl drove you two to your hometown. That was the only thing enjoyable in the entire trip. Everything went into shit when you blurted out that Mikasa has been more than a friend to you ever since high school. The look on your mother’s face was enough for the two of you to tell that this shouldn’t go on as planned.

“So, you’re telling me that Mikasa has been in our home, doing God knows what to you since high school?” Your mother flatly questioned.

The coldness of her tone made you stiffen in your seat. You can see Mikasa from the corner of your eyes trying to calm herself down by rubbing your hand under the table. It couldn’t be helped that your father, the only understanding person in the family, was absent because of his job. This is why your father chose to live separately from your mom, seeing as she was the kind of authoritative parent and wife, always hovering around each of her family members to keep them in line. You now understand why your father left her because God forbid, it was tempting to cut off ties with the person who gave birth to you as she threw degrading words at Mikasa left and right. You furrowed your eyebrows, tightening your hold on your girlfriend’s hand, which was trembling on your lap. The first time you saw her this shaken was when her knee got injured during her track training. Her skin was so pale like that time that you wanted to pull her out of the house and stay at a nearby hotel to get away from your mother’s wrath.

“Mom, please,” you pleaded, tears prickling your eyes.

“No, [Name], don’t you say another word,” she pointedly snapped at you. “I feel like I have become a failure of a mother. I don’t understand why you have a woman as your lover. It’s just not right. I support it but not if it’s with my daughter.”

You abruptly stood up with half-lidded eyes that never strayed from your mother’s similar shaded ones. Your hand still gripped Mikasa’s, your thumb stroking the back of it in a soothing circle that contrasted the indifferent gaze you gave your mother. When you were a child, you understood her sentiments because you’re her only child, the only person left in her life. But when she started badmouthing the little things observed from other people, you started questioning her parenting. You were told that people who love others of the same sex were sinning the word of a divine being but if that’s the case, you’d gladly be condemned to the pits of Hell if it meant protecting Mikasa from your mother’s harsh words. “We’re leaving.”

“What—?” It was Mikasa.

“Come on, Mika. Let’s find some restaurant downtown. This place is becoming stuffy and I don’t want you to suffocate any further.”

“Hey, Mikasa? Are you alright?”

Mikasa jumped, looking around at their apartment’s living room as if she was confused as to why she was there. She slightly shook her head before turning to the concerned brown irises of her roommate. Trying for a convincing smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, Mikasa forced a laugh as she mindlessly twirled the pasta on her plate with a wistful air surrounding her. “Yeah, I think I’m alright. Just saw my ex earlier when I got out of my last lecture for the day. I feel like that’s the reason why I don’t feel like myself today.”

The movie was then forgotten when Sasha positioned her body so that she could give Mikasa her undivided attention. With a serious expression that the gray-eyed young woman didn’t see in a long time, Sasha asked, “That gorgeous beauty?”

A nod was all Mikasa could answer. Gorgeous was an understatement when it comes to imagining you. You’re practically the most beautiful girl Mikasa saw in her lifetime. 

“Damn, it’s been what? Half a year since you guys broke up?”

A nod from Mikasa. She wrapped her arms around her knees, pushing them further into her chest, feeling so small at the moment. “It would have been fine if she’s alone but…”

Sasha’s mouth parted with realization; eyes wide as she stared at her roommate. “Oh,” she breathed. 

Scooting closer to the gray-eyed girl, Sasha wrapped an arm around her shoulder to let the former lean against her side. She always viewed the two of you to be endgame, seeing as you were dating since you were in high school. It sucks that no matter how much the two of you proved that you belong to one another, it just ends inevitably. Sasha even liked you when Mikasa introduced you to her new roommate when you were first-years. You were shining in the brown-eyed girl’s eyes; smile so bright that she couldn’t help but think you’re pretty, hair perfectly mussed by the wind during the ride to the apartment, casual clothing fitting you in the most pleasing way possible, and personality that one could describe as amazing. You even gave her some of your food when the three of you ate out together. (Mikasa always scolded you for giving away your food when you’re barely even eating regularly.) And when you guys broke up, Sasha saw how Mikasa ended up at the lowest point of her life, locking up inside her room and only going out when Sasha’s asleep. It was only recently that Mikasa slowly became herself again.

Now, Mikasa became that closed-off version of herself after the break-up, and Sasha instantly pulled her in for a hug.

The television kept playing the movie they chose to watch, Mikasa’s silent sobs blending with the movie’s dialogue and seeping through the night.

< she kissed my lips, i taste your mouth

You nearly pulled away when you tasted lemon instead of strawberry.

You nearly looked away when you saw azure instead of metallic gray after the kiss.

You felt so bad for thinking of midnight tresses instead of spun gold every time you lay in bed after hours of studying. Guilt bloomed in your whole torso like a giant wad of roses prickling your insides with their thorns, images of Mikasa plaguing your mind a week after you saw her again after six months. And every time you close your eyes to let sleep pull you in their embrace, arms so secure would wrap around your middle in your dreams, the smell of a rose-scented soap enveloping you in a warm cocoon. It was so contrasting to the minty scent you tried so hard to get used to in those three months you were together with Historia. You promised yourself you’d never date someone else after Mikasa but you tried because she told you to find someone who will treat you better than her. As much as you pleaded with your rationality to not follow her advice, Historia was a breath of fresh air.

It was a rainy night the time you and Mikasa broke up. Funny how you always love the rain and yet the one moment tormenting your daydreams occurred in a thunderstorm.

“Mikasa, what are you talking about?”

Your favorite-colored irises couldn’t meet your stare. “I said you deserve to be with someone who can make you glow with happiness.”

“Where is this coming from?”

She only shook her head, short black hair moving along with the movement. “I feel like I’m not giving enough in this relationship. I noticed how happier you look when you hang out with your friends from your department but when you’re with me, you’re mellowed down and so drained that I’m starting to feel like I’ve done something wrong.” Mikasa buried her hands in her hair, elbows placed on her knees, making herself feel smaller in front of you. You stood up from your bed to kneel in front of her, covering her cheeks tenderly with the palms of your hands. Yet she continued, “My mind is telling me these thoughts that I denied a long time ago since we started university.”

“What thoughts, Mika?”

“That our spark had died down for good.”

You searched her face for any sign of a joke but you could only stare at her downturned eyes.

“That I think we should break up for you to be happier with other people.”

“No,” you murmured, tears starting to blur your vision. “Mikasa.”

“I love you so much to see you unhappy with me.”

“I’m never unhappy when I’m with you. Where did you get that idea?”

Mikasa smiled despite her wobbly lips, gingerly placing her lips on your forehead. “I love you, [Name], I hope you’ll find someone bright enough to let you shine even more.”

It hurts just thinking about that but something pinched it even more when you stared at Historia in front of you, Facetiming someone on her phone. You two were celebrating the end of your exams in a café, treats covering the expanse of your table. It was a breather from all the stressful weeks draining your energy and now you feel refreshed. The book you recently bought was snug in your hands, eyes skimming over the words as Historia animatedly talked to her friend, Ymir. Hearing her laugh at something the freckled girl said, you couldn’t help but look up from a paragraph you were engrossed in. Historia looks so happy, cheeks flushed and giggles so clear that she couldn’t even contain them with her small hand. She never looked like this with you and as much as you anticipated the pain brought by the sight, it didn’t come.

Now, you understood what Mikasa felt, only this time you had to let Historia go because she already belonged to someone else.

Historia just said goodbye to her friend and you knew you had to hold on to this chance.

“Hey, Historia, I have a question.”

She sipped her iced tea. “Shoot.”

“You like Ymir, don’t you?”

The silence and flustered reaction that followed was all it took for you to smile.

< no more mistakes ‘cause in your eyes i'd like to stay

Getting out of a four-hour lecture was bliss to Mikasa. She stretched her arms over her head, letting out a deep breath of relief at the thought of spending her weekend without any backlogs. Finally, she can relax without feeling guilty. After all that hell her department professors gave her, she deserved this break.

Mikasa walked down the hallways with a slight spring in her steps, feeling her phone vibrate with a text message in her bag. Stopping by a little bit at the side of the hallway, Mikasa opened the outer compartment of her bag and turned on her phone. A smile instantly overtook her confused expression.

armin

hey, wanna watch a movie tonite?

eren suggested we could unwind after the exams

figured you needed it

you can stay the night here too !!

Her fingers typed out a reply almost giddily.

Sure.

Let me just text Sasha that I won’t be sleeping in the apartment tonight.

Another message from Armin appeared.

armin

yey !! see you later, Mikasa

At this point, her smile couldn’t be erased on her face.

See you later, Armin.

Then, another message from Armin popped out that made Mikasa laugh a little.

armin

this is eren

mikasa, can u bring dinner PLS

armin and i are too lazy to cook 

plus, you love us 🥺🥺🥺

The gray-eyed girl rolled her eyes, typing out a ‘fine’ before closing her phone. Her brother was sometimes too hard to handle but he can be sweet as well and saying that he needs dinner is just a way for him to say that he misses Mikasa’s cooking. When she looked up, a very familiar blonde and one of Mikasa’s classmates in a general subject came into view in one of the gazebos. Confusion was an understatement while she continued staring at Historia and Ymir laughing as if they were the only ones in the world. It was only a few weeks ago that she saw the blonde girl holding hands with you after a whole day of lectures. Maybe it was because she was staring too long at the couple that Ymir turned in her direction. As the freckled girl recognized the black-haired, stoic girl in one of their general classes, Ymir rose a hand in the air as a greeting. It also didn’t help that Historia looked at where Ymir was waving, with Mikasa tensing at the attention. She hastily waved back before turning in the direction of her car in the parking lot.

Several theories flickered through Mikasa’s head as she pulled out of the parking lot, the department store in their part of the city as her destination. Her mind was still a questioning mess the whole time she roamed the vegetable aisle until she bumped into another shopping cart, the clang of the metal breaking her trance.

“I’m sorry,” she told the person holding the other cart without looking up from her groceries.

“It’s fine.”

Mikasa quickly lifted her head at your voice. She probably looked like an idiot gawking at you in the middle of an aisle. You were dressed in an aquamarine shirt tucked in a pair of black slacks; your hair slung over one of your shoulders but for her, you looked so pretty. She concluded that you also got back from one of your lectures since your bag was placed inside the shopping cart, leaning beside a carton of strawberry milk. At the sight of the beverage, Mikasa’s chest pounded with her loud heartbeat, all the memories of you saying you like the taste of strawberries because of her entering her mind. Even after a full minute of you staring at each other, Mikasa couldn’t bear to look away. You’re so beautiful and she misses you so much.

“I miss you, too, Mikasa,” you murmured with flushed cheeks. “And you look good as usual.”

Mikasa’s face burned with embarrassment, reaching her ears, as she realized that she said her thoughts out loud. She was acting like she was in high school when she came to terms with her feelings for you. “U-Uhm, how are y-you?” Fucking hell, what is she stuttering for? It’s not like she got a below-passing score on one of her majors.

You softly smiled, tucking a stray lock of her behind your ear. “I’m doing fine. I was just thinking of making some homemade dinner tonight.” 

Mikasa nodded, recalling that you got a single apartment. “Me, too, but Eren asked me to make dinner for our movie night with Armin.”

At the mention of the two men, your face brightened. “How are they?”

The gray-eyed young woman reciprocated your smile. “Armin is still reeling Eren from doing anything stupid. You know how that dingbat is.” Your laugh made her day better. She faintly noticed that the two of you started walking side by side, pushing your carts to who knows what section of the department store. “The last time I saw them was before the exam week and we were studying so we didn’t do any catching up. Speaking of exams, how are yours?”

You hummed. “I think I got a passing grade on Parasitology and Microbiology. Those were the only subjects keeping me up for how many nights in a row.” You chuckled at your caffeinated state the previous weeks. “But the others were all papers so I guess I’m fine as of now.”

“Don’t tell me you got yourself palpitations from all the coffee.”

“You know me so well, Mika,” you laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to order coffee every time I go out this time. I don’t want a repeat of that night when I studied for Para. It was worse because I don’t have a roommate. How is Sasha doing, by the way? Still a ball of sunshine, I hope.” You spotted a cereal box you wanted to try so you mindlessly reached out for it but it was on the top shelf. Mikasa noticed your struggles, stopping behind you after chuckling to herself at how adorable you looked to reach the cereal box. You visibly tensed when you felt her front brush against your back, the box of cereal greeting your vision with Mikasa’s hand brushing on yours. “Thank you,” you whispered.

“You’re welcome,” she answered, patting your head before taking her cart and pushing it in the direction of the dairy section. “Yeah, Sasha is still as rowdy as the day you last visited. I threatened her again when she tried eating what I was plating for dinner. It was not a lovely night.” Mikasa paused, looking behind her when you’re not following close. She slightly panicked when she saw you looking down and gripping on the handle of the shopping cart. “[Name]? Are you okay?”

“Mikasa, I’m still into you.” You faced her with a smile. “Will you let me love you with all my heart again?”

Mikasa was speechless, her throat clogging up with overflowing emotions. She let out a delighted light, looking at you with eyes full of love.

“Yes. Will you let me in your heart again, [Name]?”

“Always, Mika.”

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Mikasa never really believed in soulmates.

She thought the idea that everyone had a destined, unchangeable partner was ridiculous. The perfect person just "appearing" whenever the universe decided she needed them wasn't something she understood at all.

And yet, the evidence of her having one was splayed gorgeously across her back. Stretching from shoulder to shoulder, a large, beautiful tattoo was inked on her back. Feathered wings, outstretched and reaching towards nothing, and around them; roses. Red roses and thorned vines wrapping around the wings and budding up at the top, exposing a single rose bud on the nape of her neck. Though, it remained hidden behind the crimson red scarf she adorned.

She had kept it hidden constantly, lest her soulmate notice it and complicate things. For all she cared, she would keep it hidden forever, and her soulmate would be none the wiser.

She stared into her reflection in the mirror, collecting a small amount of water in her cupped palms and splashing it in her face, making sure her body was wide awake for morning training.

She turned around, staring at the tattoo with an indecipherable expression. She was still topless, not having finished dressing yet, giving her the opportunity to observe the art. Whether she believed in soulmates or not, she couldn't deny the absolute beauty of it.

Hesitantly, she slid on her bra and shirt, wrapping her scarf around her neck just enough to cover the rose. It could stay hidden a little longer.

Time came for morning training, and she suited up in her ODM gear. Today was race day; something that came once a week, where, in the morning, they would race through the forest with their gear, and the first to take a flag from Shadis on the other side was declared winner, and got double rations for the week.

Armin geared up next to her, his sleeves riding up his arms, revealing the tattoo on the inside of his forearm—a golden compass, opened and facing North. The glass covering the needle was adorned with small droplets of water, and foam, presumably from some body of saltwater, surrounded the accessory.

She looked away, choosing to ignore the way it made her heart twinge. Sometimes, rarely, she would indulge in the idea of having a soulmate. She hoped that, say it be true, her soulmate would truly understand her and care for her, and, most importantly, love her, something she unfortunately didn't experience a lot of in her childhood.

A shrill whistle startled her out of her thoughts—the first whistle. It signified 30 seconds until the start of the race, where he would blow it three times in short succession to start the chaos.

She lined up on the white line, drawn in the dirt with chalk, and stretched her arms over her head, releasing the tension in her body before the race started.

Finally, after a tense silence between the soldiers, the whistle blew, and all the Cadets instantly took off, whirring and spinning into the darkness of the forest.

Mikasa shot off, easily finding her place in the top three. Reiner was to her left, and, despite his large build, he managed to carry himself effortlessly, flying through the air like an eagle. And, to her right, the three week reigning champion—you.

Your hair blew behind your face as you pierced through the air, dodging the thick tree trunks and jutting branches as you flew towards the goal.

You turned your head, eyes meeting hers with a competitive smirk, wordlessly challenging her, temping her, even.

Mikasa perfected her form, leveling her body and shooting the hooks of her gear into just the right places to give her the highest momentum. She easily slipped past you, eyes set straight forward towards the goal as she stole the first place spot.

You swore under your breath, immediately thinking of how you were going to pull ahead of Mikasa during the home stretch.

You aimed your ODM gear at a tree in the distance, seeing if you could use the momentum to slingshot yourself forwards and towards the goal.

But, as soon as the hook buried itself into the wood, the wire twisted and stretched, clearly going on beyond it's limits. Still, you decided that would be a problem for the next gear inspection. For now, you could stand to damage your gear a little bit to pull ahead of Mikasa.

Mikasa watched, jaw slightly agape, as you sped in front of her, easily gaining a ten meter lead on her. Her daze lasted only a slight moment, as a loud screeching noise drew her attention away from your sudden lead.

She searched around for a moment for the source of the sound, until she located it right in your direction. Her eyes widened in realization—your ODM wire was strained, and started the fray as it twisted and stretched.

You seemed to notice your peril shortly after, but there was nothing you could do at that point. The last metal strand of the wire strand snapped, and it gave out instantly, still dug into the tree.

Panic immediately shot up your spine, bracing yourself for impact as your previous momentum shot your face first towards the forest floor.

Mikasa's eyes wandered involuntarily towards your stranded form, watching in horror as you collided with the dirt, kicking up a cloud of dust laying limply in the shrubbery.

Part of her just wanted to finish the race—since she was now in first—and claim her rations. But, a sudden, external force drew her to you, her body moving on its own as she rushed to your side.

Soldiers flew past her overhead, the buzzing and whirring in her ears making it difficult to tell just how fast her heart was beating all of the sudden.

She dug through the grass and shrubs for a moment, searching your limp figure. Once she found you, she pulled you up and out of the dirt. You were awake, but somewhat lethargic, staring up at her with droopy eyes. Blood trickled down your forehead and over your cheeks, dripping from your chin.

"Shit, Y/n...!" She cursed under her breath, scanning your body for any other injuries, letting out a heavy sigh of relief once she realized there were none.

"Are you alright? Does your head hurt? Can you walk?" She bombarded you with questions, pulling your body into her lap. She had no idea why she was so concerned with you all of the sudden, but the urge to make sure you were okay was absolutely overpowering.

"I..." You raised your hand the gash in your head, pulling it away and gazing at the blood coating your fingers. "...could be better, but I think I'm alright." You sighed, resting an arm over your chest out of exhaustion. "Hurts like a bitch, though."

Mikasa sighed, brushing the loose strand of hair from your face.

"Mmm..." She hummed, rubbing her temple as the roots of a headache started to form in her head. Terrible timing, though it was inevitable considering the sudden stress this situation brought her. "Still, I should bring you back. You don't look so great right now."

You sighed, nodded your head slowly, the pain of your fall seeping its way into your aching body as the adrenaline started to wear off.

You stood up, slowly starting to walk back to the barracks, but found your legs suddenly unable to support your body weight as you stumbled and collapsed forward. Luckily, Mikasa dashed to your side, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and the other over your stomach to support you and prevent your fall.

"Hang on." She muttered, moving in front of your to slink her arm underneath you, picking you up and slowly carrying you towards the barracks.

You immediately buried your nose in the crook of her neck, the head injury clearly clouding any sense of shame momentarily. You inhaled her subtle, yet sweet aroma, slowly dozing off in her warm embrace.

It took Mikasa a good few minutes to realize you had fallen asleep, once she had asked you a question for the third time and didn't get a response. Once she realized, though, she just moved the arm that wasn't supporting you up to your head, keeping your head in its place. For some odd reason, she found comfort in its being there.

Small twigs snapping and grass rustling, plus your soft snoring, were the only audible noises at this point, the other soldiers far too far away to hear. Even if the two of you were close enough, even the person in last place should've crossed by now. She paused to wonder if Shadis would mind both of your absences, but dismissed the thought. At least somebody had to have seen you fall.

She sighed, gazing up at the sky.

"What am I doing right now?" She wondered aloud, now that there was no one to listen. "Why am I helping you?" Her slender hand brushed through your hair, trying to make you as comfortable as possible while you slept.

She had no clue, honestly. She had always been a close friend to you, but to go to such lengths to comfort you, she wasn't sure why. And she wasn't sure, either, why your gentle breathing against her was so calming to her. Really, she had no reason to be feeling this way.

Her feet slowed to a stop in front of the main building of the Trainee Regiment. Slowly, she pushed the door open and walked down the corridor towards the nursing room.

Gently, she set you down on the bench, stirring you awake as you opened your eyes, scanning the new environment with confusion.

"Where are w-"

"The medical office." She cuts you off without thinking, rummaging through the nearby cabinet for bandages, or something to wrap your head in.

Finding the small, white roll tucked away in the back, she turns back to you, unraveling some of the bandages and slowly wrapping them around your head.

"It really isn't that bad, Mikasa." You stated, yet made no effort to stop her.

"Liar. You passed out on the way here." She deadpanned, finally finishing the bandages. Grabbing a small cloth and running it under the sink, she dabbed it across your face, cleaning off the dried blood.

"I didn't pass out." You huffed out, stubbornly.

"You were asleep almost the whole walk."

"Just a power nap." You concluded, making her giggle.

"Whatever you say, just... be more careful. You probably already have a concussion, we don't need more than one TBI per month." She joked, smiling bashfully as you laughed at her quip. Mikasa wasn't a jokester by any means, so to see her so comfortable around you was a shock.

Mikasa pulled the cloth away from your face, examining for any missed spots. She almost put the rag away, satisfied with her work, until she saw a little dash of red across your nape.

"Turn around. You have blood on your neck." She whispered, and you obeyed silently, turning around.

She outstretched her hand, preparing to wipe the crimson off your neck, until she noticed. That's not blood at all.

It was a rosebud.

She blinked once, twice, making sure it wasn't just her imagination. It was identical to the one she had of the back of her nape as well—she knew it far too well, she saw it every other morning.

Without thinking, she grabbed the head hole of your shirt, pulling the cloth down to your mid-back to get a closer look.

"Ack—! Mikasa what are-" You sputtered, confused by her sudden forcefulness, contrasting her previous gentle behavior.

She paid no mind to your protests though, gazing in amazement and bewilderment. It was the exact same as the one she had, a perfect replica.

Clearly, she had never thought to take in the beauty of it until now. Now that it was inked into your back and not hers, she could see just how marvelous of a drawing it is.

"Y/n..." She exhaled, so quiet that she was surprised the sound even passed her lips coherently.

"Mikasa, what's gotten into you?" You inquire, turning around to face her, pulling your shirt back up over your shoulders in the meantime.

The second your eyes meet hers, she throws herself around you, wrapping her arms so tight around your chest that you swore you couldn't breathe.

Tears threatened to prick at her eyes. No matter how much she didn't believe in it, the stories were true. The stories of how you'd feel when you first connect with your soulmate. And, guessing by the way your breathing faltered and your mouth hung agape, you could feel it too.

She pulled away, leaving you confused, but also a little colder without her body pressed so close to yours.

With no explanation, she raised her arms and slid her shirt over her head, causing you to flush bright red and start to panic.

"Mikasa, seriously, what the hell is going on-"

"Look." She turned around, and the winged tattoo was on full display. It matched yours completely.

"Mikasa, I..." You tried to think of something to say, but no words fell out. You didn't expect to meet your soulmate, not this early, not her.

She didn't know what to do, either. She never expected to meet her soulmate, and not in a place like the Cadet Corps. Though, she couldn't deny that she felt attracted to you, not just emotionally, but almost spiritually, like something unknown tethered the two of you together.

Slowly, she brought you into a more gentle embrace, slinking down in your lap and wrapping her arms around your neck, leaning into the crook of your shoulder. You instantly wrapped your arms around her in return, and you swore you had never felt more at home than in this moment.

Her hand moved to your back, skimming it back and forth over the spot where your tattoo laid—she knew it was there, even if she couldn't see it.

The two of you stayed there in comfortable silence for what felt like eternity, being so close to someone as important as a soulmate brought immeasurable relief and tranquility to the both of you. The dull throbbing in your head died down at the sensation of the warm, comfortable woman tucked in your arms.

But, the moment was cut off by the distant shouting and clamoring of soldiers, signifying their return from the race.

"We should get up." You muttered, not wanting your intimate moment ruined by sudden company.

Mikasa sighed, reluctantly shuffling out of your lap and onto her feet. "What about Shadis?" She inquired, sliding her shirt back over her head.

"I'll just say it's about the head wound, and that you're staying behind to help me." You smile, dusting more of the dried dirt off your uniform. "He'll understand."

"I doubt that." She sighed bluntly, stretching her stiff limbs over her head. "But still, I wouldn't mind spending a little time off with you." She admitted, grabbing the cloth of her scarf and covering her mouth in an attempt to mask her flushed face.

"Good." You push through the door to the medical office, making your way to your dorm room—which, by coincidence, you shared with Mikasa.

You plopped down on the cozy linen sheets, stretching your body out before yawning, patting the space next to you and inviting Mikasa over. She took the offer silently, placing herself on the mattress, sitting up and facing the wall away from you.

"You know, when I said to watch over me, that was only an excuse for Shadis." You muttered, wrapping your arms around her waist in an attempt to pull her down to cuddle. "I just wanted to snuggle a little bit."

She sighed. Not moving from her position, upright and facing the wall. "I know, I know soulmates should do romantic things like this, I'm just... very new to this." She muttered, embarrassed.

"That's fine." You yawn, arms retreating from her waist as you bury your face in a pillow, sleep already taking hold. "We have plenty of time."

She nodded wordlessly, even you were unable to see—sleep had already taken hold of you.

"That's okay," She turned around, stroking your hair and brushing a few loose strands away from your face. "I think I love you already."

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𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

the very definition of kind-hearted frat boy who doesn’t fit the stereotype he’s been assigned at all

starts off with accounting before realizing he hates math, moves into business management and marketing

the linkedin profile is absolutely popping, 500+ connections and details about every club and organization he’s ever been a part of

the friend that helps everyone find internships and fixes their resumes while offering helpful advice and not being condescending… anyways so that’s how you meet porco

he works at the career center 100% and does various coaching/prep help, and you, pieck’s friend, are in desperate need of an internship

so you’re complaining to your friend as usual, when she tells you to stop by the building and ask for a “pock”

so you do just that, walking in and asking for “pock” and porco is a little stunned by this pretty stranger calling him by a nickname reserved for his close friends, and even then he just barely tolerates it

but he doesn’t want to correct you, especially since you’re being so sweet and he can tell you need some help

so a meeting at the career center slowly turns into facetime calls to review applications and last-minute edits, stopping by your dorm to help you fill out paperwork and walking together to mail it out

i have a feeling porco doesn’t wanna be too forward, and he thinks he’s being very aloof and casual, when he really just seems oblivious

and you cannot tell for the life of you if he likes you or he’s just being friendly since you’re close with pieck

finally after you land the internship and won't have your normal excuse to spend time with him, you get the guts you've been searching for

you tell him about the position later in the day, stopping by the center for hopefully the last time

"by the way, my number's on my resume if you're ever gonna ask me out."

leaves pocky-boy flustered and red and scrambling to ask you out, and you have been happily dating since

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

oh boy

conny is a very typical college kid in the sense that he will sleep through every 8 am class he has, blow off class to go wait in line for the nacho bar, and has adopted the mantra ‘c’s get degrees’

but he is an extremely lovable education major with a focus in history

rarely seen without his shadow sasha, but now that she started dating niccolo, she thinks that conny could use a relationship too, and that it might do him some good to be with a funny, down-to-earth person

thus begins the most grueling two weeks for every girl on campus, as sasha hunts down girls that she thinks would be a good match for her best friend

this includes airdropping a photo of conny to the lecture hall with the caption “would you date this man? serious inquiries only”

creates a fake tinder complete with a google form to narrow down the options

however, none of this is necessary because sasha bumps into you in the smoothie line and causes your triple berry blend to go flying

she helps you clean up and idle conversation leads to you talking about dates and so forth

“well, i’d love to set you up with my best friend? how do you feel about a blind date?”

yes, conny met you, the love of his life, on a blind date set up by sasha with a stranger

it’s one of those funny stories that people don’t believe when you tell them, because how ridiculous is that, but you both think it’s perfect since you get along so well and it made all the waiting worth it

bonus: double dates with sasha and niccolo! fondue night at their apartment, going to the arcade and having to lug up sasha and her food baby while niccolo parks the car, just overall a grand time :)

𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

zeke yeager, ph.d. started his new job at university with one rule in mind: absolutely no illicit affairs

he also coaches the club baseball team, because why not get involved on your campus

he really believes that he’s gonna stick with it too, despite the overwhelming number of students who come to his office hours with questions that his less handsome teaching assistants could answer

but no, he doesn’t want to earn a reputation as that professor, and so he heads into the new semester with absolutely no lingering thoughts of an exciting little dalliance to get him through the monotonous days

he knows his huge lecture classes would always come with a few pretty students, but it’s the smaller, upper-level psych class he’s teaching when he meets you for the first time

zeke has you all figured out, or so he thinks. sitting in the front row, raising your hand for questions he wasn’t expecting anyone to actually have an answer to, neatly handwritten notes in a color-coded notebook. he wouldn’t peg you for the type to jump and take the risk by starting a relationship with a professor.

but he soon realizes that he didn’t have you as figured out as he thought he did.

you avoid the gaggle of freshmen during office hours by scheduling meetings instead, sometimes right before class, coming to him with two cups of coffee and a wide smile that actually had him fooled into thinking you were here for academic reasons

this facade quickly fades though, because after a semester of interactions with you and getting more and more comfortable with each other, to the point where coffee orders are memorized and it’s zeke rather than professor yeager, you’ve had just about enough

he knows he’s fucked when you come visit him at practice for the baseball team, bringing him a drink and engaging in conversation while the players watch their coach flirt with you

he’s especially fucked when he realizes he’s looking forward to practice just because there’s a chance you’ll stop by on your way to your next class

you submit your final paper early, nearly a week before it’s due and of course the first in the class to do so, and waltz into his office the next day with another steaming cup of his favorite drink

“you submitted your paper pretty early, you know.”

“i know. i also know that it means i’m not your student anymore, so if you were going to make a move, now’s the time.”

no, he definitely had underestimated how much he knew about you.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

mikasa is a forensic sciences major and is still debating on the minor- she’s torn between criminal justice or history like armin.

she loves her major classes, but she just wants something else interesting to look forward to as well, so armin suggests sitting in on a couple classes early in the semester and getting a taste for it.

so you don’t really think twice when she claims the empty seat next to you on the first day of classes, smiling politely and paying attention to the professor. you do notice, however, that she’s not writing anything down or looking at the syllabus, leading you to strike a conversation on why that is.

she explains herself and then before you even know it, the lecture ends and you spent the last forty minutes talking to mikasa about anything and everything.

she’s sitting in on another class tomorrow, and absent mindedly invites you to come along, to which you agree all too quickly, because why wouldn’t you

numbers are exchanged, times are fixed, and mikasa leaves wondering why she’s so excited at the idea of sitting with you in class again.

you two hate the history class she had chosen, with the professor droning on and on and you being focused entirely on the conversation you’re having with mikasa

until the professor kicks the two of you out for not shutting up, that is

you’re both laughing hysterically once you reach the hallway

“i’m gonna have to discourage you from doing that history minor if that’s what all the classes are like.”

“well, i have to do criminal justice so we can have that class together, anyways.”

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭

true to form, annie goes into one of the most difficult majors: cheg. definitely flies through intro courses with straight As and minimal effort, but that’s also mostly because all she and bertholdt do is study

reiner tries his hardest to get her to go to a party every once in a while, but usually to no avail because she always has an exam to study for

you’re a tutor, and honestly, you’d say you were pretty good at your job. you can answer questions and explain reasonings fairly well to confused students. but when annie comes to your office hours with some complicated problems and she’s asking for explanations that you just don’t have, you literally feel your face burn with heat for the entirety of the time she’s there

long story short, your first encounter is embarrassing, to say the least. you’re stumbling over words as you try to look through your old notes and piece together an answer for annie, who you cannot even look in the eyes.

anyways, she leaves eventually and you want a hole to open in the ground and swallow you up, but at least she won’t be back next week, right?

wrong.

miss leonhart doesn’t know how to express her feelings any better than you, so her way of flirting is spending time with you in the tutor center as you fail to answer her questions time and time again

you want to scream at her to stop coming because she and you both know you’re not helping either of you with this

but also you really don’t want her to stop coming because you don’t have any other ways to see her outside of class

both of you reach your wit’s end on the same day, her coming to you with the absolute easiest problems she could find in the textbook, and you with every intention of asking her out to dinner

she opens her book, and you reach and close it quickly

“unless this is the only way you know how to flirt, something has to change now.”

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐞

dr. zoë teaches, just, way too many classes

we’re talking multiple chemistry labs and upper-level research courses as well

you’re just a ph.d. student doing rotations as per usual, and you’ve heard the comments from students senior to you about dr. zoë, who makes every student in rotation say hange instead of the formal way you’re used to

you’ve heard everything from crazy to genius and everything in between

what you weren’t expecting was… so good looking, and young? and comforting? and talking about all the things that you didn’t have the guts to bring up with other people, like how you always feel a little left out in the field and that you think no one cares about your research interests that much—a lot of stuff that you find yourself pouring out to hange on your very first day in the lab

you’re wondering why it’s so easy to talk to them, and why none of the other rotations ever felt this comfortable

and then you realize you’re spilling your guts to someone who probably doesn’t even care, and has way more to deal with on their plate than a ph.d. student with imposter syndrome

so you’re apologizing right after you’ve finished, when you’re met with the warmest look and a reassuring hand on your shoulder

it’s so easy to fall after that, with weekly meetings and regular check-ins, and you know it’s wrong to have this strange crush on your superior, but hange really feels like the one person you can count on here

you hide the crush in favor of getting the mentorship you desperately think you need, but it’s not long until you’re onto the next rotation and the next lab’s work is even closer to the stuff you love

you hate the way you feel, that you’re not gonna have any reason to keep in touch and you never even got to explain how you feel about them—and that you didn’t even get to experience hange’s energy because she was always listening and helping you out

it’s not until you get a text the night before your first day in the new lab from hange, filled with reassuring words and asking for a coffee date later in the week to talk about how it goes, that you realize just how well hange understood you

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

last but not least, miss pieck is double majoring in french and public health

absolutely obsessed with her majors and loves the subjects, but works herself to death to keep up with it all

you don’t even realize that the pretty, studious girl you’re seeing in the library all the time is the same girl you spot with some of your friends from class

pieck is as oblivious as they come. you invite her on study dates after you two are introduced by reiner, invite her to get coffee after a particularly late night of studying, pretty much start spending most of your days together

you can’t help but be disappointed that pieck doesn’t see you in that way, because you’ve slowly been falling head over heels, but you accept that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, and you still love the friendship you two have

it takes a while for things to click for pieck, but they do right as the semester eases up

once exams are over, you two decide to go to these famous parties porco and reiner never stop talking about

it’s not the usual scene you’re comfortable with, but what’s wrong with letting loose a little, especially after midterms? no harm in having fun, right?

wrong again! you definitely get plastered way too quickly, and eventually pieck takes you to a room to settle down

drunk confessions of love aren’t usually the way to go, but you can’t help but reveal everything you’ve been feeling for the last few months when pieck is taking care of you in your current state

you definitely wake up hungover and ignorant to last night’s shenanigans, but you’re in your dorm, with a bottle of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand, phone plugged in and shoes off

pieck comes back with breakfast, coffee and your favorite pastries, and checks up on you

“so.. about last night..”

“i’m so sorry, did i throw up on you?”

Her soft orbs take in your form on the bed - chest rising and falling at the relaxed relief of finally being on your mattress evident in how you allow yourself to sink into it as deeply as it would take you.

You flinch in surprise and remove your arm as you feel her plop herself above you, one arm on each side of your chest - her eyes heavy and the residual dusting of a slight smirk ghosting her face.

"Well, you don't have to talk about it, if you don't want. But let me take care of you..."

You sit up slightly, at first you're confused as to what she means until her hand softly brushes up against your crotch, the haze of lust clouding her usually clear blue eyes.

"Hey, it's okay." You sigh, not wanting her to think that you were merely hinting for her to see to your needs.

"I want to." Her voice is low as she straddles you, throwing her leg over your hip before leaning down and trailing her beautiful lips down your neck, her fingers already fumbling at your belt buckle.

You hands instantly snap to her ass as if on auto-piolet. Like your body just suddenly had a mind of it's own, you push her down and grind her against your hardening junk, stirring awake like some beast about to awaken from a long slumber and ready to hunt.

"I think you're already starting to feel a little better, baby..." She groans into your neck as her clit is stimulated from the friction, her hips now moving on their own accord.

"Yeah... me too." You reply, gasping as her hands finally free your cock, the fresh air hitting it reminding you of just how long it had been since you allowed yourself to just lay back and take some well deserved pampering.

Her delicate hand wraps around your head, slowly tugging at it while her teeth pulls at the skin on your shoulder through the cloth of your shirt, her own hunger for you becoming more evident as her breathing rate increases, her slick sticking to the cloth of her panties.

Your eager fingers move around to her front, tugging at her trousers in haste; wanting nothing more than to see her beautiful pussy on display for you. As soon as you catch a glimpse of her small pink lips as she shimmies out of her restraints, you sigh and lick your lips, more than ready to feel her insides.

You go to slide your fingers into her arousal when she grabs your wrist and pushes your hand back.

"No. Let mommy take care of you." She hums, her soft slit rubbing itself up and down your length.

You lie back and enjoy the view - the feeling of her heat rolling off her and encasing you was all too welcoming as her cheeks begin to flush pink, enjoying the feelings your hard muscle was giving her as she rubbed herself up and down you.

"You feel so good..." She gasps, her fingertips sinking into your chest as her pace slowly begins to quicken.

"I'm not even in you, yet." You smirk.

"I know. You're just too good..." Her eyes begin to plead as she gets more fired up, her soft black strands spilling over her face as her head begins to tip back.

"Sit on me." You groan, wanting nothing more than so slide into the wetness you see getting thicker and spreading further around her and you.

"Sit on me, what?"

"Please..." Your grip tightens on her peachy ass.

"No..."

"Sit on me, mommy..."

She pushes herself down, your swollen bell squashing into her tight little hole with a blazing glory.

As your dick pushes its way inside, you feel every warm ridge dragging down your flesh. The tight embrace around you is indescribable - you watch her little cunt stretch around your length, yawning at your girth.

Mikasa rolls her hips opening her legs and placing her feet flat on the sheets; giving you the best front row view of her quivering pink bloom. You can't ignore how soft her skin is under your hands as she slowly rocks herself back and forth, her thighs being squeezed by your hungry palms. Each slow thrust of her pelvis shows you the little bump imprint of your dick inside of her as her face goes from a soft pink into a deep red hue.

"Ah~ Is that good, baby?" She whines.

You nod, not wanting to tear your gaze from her splayed pussy with your dick print prodding from within her with every slow roll.

"I'll always take care of you, sweetie." Her vocals are soft yet desperate, her gaze warm and her grip on you trembling, as her body is crashed with intense sensations. "You just need some love... ah!"

The scent of her sex crawls up you, the sound of her insides swallowing you is evident enough while you feel her warm liquids begin to ooze down onto your balls behind her.

You thrust up your hips, yearning for more of her as the deep recesses of her core pull and squeeze you - needing to feel as much of you as possible.

Your name leaves her lips in breathy pants, your tip grazing her cervix as she begins to now bounce, taking your breath away.

"M-mikasa..." You stammer as she moves up and down. "Fuck..."

"Ah~ yes! Baby..." She squeaks, her pace quickening. "You're ruining mommy... ah... yes! I'm so close..."

You grab her and roll over; feral and hysteric as you push her legs up behind her head, dipping yourself into her finger-trap like cunt as it pulls you in deeper and tighter, her silent scream confirming her approval of your position change.

"I'm c-cuming, ah!"

Her toes curl and thighs tense in your hands as she juices you dry, her orgasm summoning your own as you release your thick cream deep inside of her centre - her hums of satisfaction vibrating her chest as you grimace throughout your ecstasy.