#black gn reader

Thank you so so much pookie for even reading this <3

You got it boo, I hope you love reading this as much as I loved writing it. My requests are always open to feel free to send me all your thoughts

SOOOOO SORRY this took so long to come out. I HAVE HAD NO MOTIVATION TO WRITE I AM SO SORRY EVERYONE! I am trying to write as many stories and cue up as many things as possible while I feel inspired.

Hanging with the Boys

Pairings: platonic mid 90s boys x (GN) Black reader

A/N: we’re assuming reader is closer to Ray and Fuckshits age rather than Ruben and Sunburn

Summary: Short snippets of hanging out the boys in different places and times

Warnings: Drugs, alcohol, and a lot of swearing

At The Shop

“Ray if you say some dumbshit like that to me again I’m going to punch you in the mouth.”

Fuckshit said stretching out along the couch next to Ray and Fourth grade, causing Ray to burst out in laughter. The bell rang as you walked into the store.

“Yo! About time you showed up here!” Fuckshit shouted out as you made your way to the couches in the back area of the store. Collapsing on the couch next to Fuckshit and letting out a sigh.

DISCLAIMERS: * indicates 18+/NSFW content. all readers are described as having dark/darker skin than the character they are shipped with. reader is also described as having curly hair, braids or locs depending on the fic.

Moonknight

One More Time

Sprite (black!nymph!oc)*

Narcos

Tied Together*

Criminal Minds

Moon River*

The Mandalorian

Ambrosial

Triple Frontier

ᵍᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ:ⁿᵘᵉᵗʳᵃˡ

ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ:ᵃⁿʸ

ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ:ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʜʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴅ sᴄʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴀ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ sʜɪғᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀᴍɪʟᴀʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴡʀᴀᴘ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. "ʜᴇʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ" ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟᴍʟʏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀs ɪғ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀs. "ʜᴇʏ" ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅʟʏ. "ᴡʜᴀᴛᴄʜᴀ ᴅᴏɪɴ" ᴛʜᴇʏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ. "ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴊᴜsᴛ sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ...ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ." Yᴏᴜ sᴀʏ sʜɪғᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏsᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀʏ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇsᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀᴀᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀɪsᴛ. "ɪs ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ɪғ ɪ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴀ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ. I ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs." ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴜᴍʙʟᴇ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴢɪɴɢ ᴏғғ. "ʏᴇᴀʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ sᴀɪᴅ ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ-" ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɢɪɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ғᴏʀᴍ. Yᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴍɪʟᴇ sᴏғᴛʟʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ.(ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ʙᴀʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀᴜʙʙɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴅᴋ) ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴅᴏᴢɪɴɢ ᴏғғ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ.

pairings: aot x black plus-size gnc reader (ocs) & fire force x black plus-size gnc reader (ocs)

{mdni/f}

a/n: rushed dis out to feed yawl🤞🏿🐆benimaru, mikasa, levi, sasha coming sewn,,,enjoy🫡

hange

“okay!” they did as they were told, hands patting their lap as they waited for whatever it was itoro was preparing

they sniffed the air, trying to get a hint of the surprise—food perhaps? itaro had been on a baking high for the last week and a half, welcoming hange from work with the sweet scent of their delicacies

“what is it?” hange questioned with an innocent lilt, impatience slipping through. “i like the food you’ve been making! i like the weight i’ve been putting on!“ they chirped, searching for the presence of their lover

“if i could have just told you what it was, would there have been a reason to tell you to close your eyes and wait?” itoro’s sudden change in tone made hange bite their tongue, posture straightening

skin warming, hange squirmed around on the couch, fingers twiddling. “i…sorry.”

“it’s okay, i know you’re only curious.” itaro moved closer, gaze darting from the items in their hands to their partner

hange whipped their heads towards the direction they heard itaro approaching, heart banging against their chest as they awaited the next command

“go ahead and open your eyes, baby,” itoro spoke in a softer voice

hange raced to look at itoro, their stare dropping to the leather straps they were gripping

“i’ve just been thinking about how the version for your uniforms looked on you…” itaro felt their skin warm, fingers stroking the material. “so i made some new ones for us to use…if you want.”

“i do!” hange covered their mouth and chuckled. “sorry. I would like to.” they nudged their glasses, nearly about to jump from their seat. “so, do you want my clothes off now or…”

itaro held back a laugh. “you look like you’re about to attack me.”

“it’s just that our work has kept us away from each other for a while so i’m all revved up,” they responded. “so…we doing this right here or the bedroom?”

an idea popped into itoro’s head, making their lower abdomen churn

“take your pick.” a smile crept onto their lips

dazed by unbound horniness, hange leapt up and took off towards the bedroom, a trail of clothes left in their wake

hibana

“you’re not gonna bamboozle me and leave me sitting here alone again, are you?” hibana side-eyed ime, then looked down, measuring the distance that was between them since sitting down on the freshly cut grass

hibana just wanted a hint of affection from the newcomer and will strive until succession—no matter the embarrassment.

at least hibana could heal a bit with a dash of hangout time they were permitted before either were pulled away for a situation

she needs to stand up fr,,,but like for ime…????? we: 🛐🛐🛐. don’t ask

feigning a yawn, hibana stretched their arms upwards then out, letting them drop closer to ime, granting them a chance to scoot theirself closer

“what are you doing?” ime’s eyes were resting behind their dark glasses, body hunched over their bent knees and unmoving

hibana pursed their lips, freezing their movement. “we’re just sitting so far from each-”

“any closer and you’d be breathing on my shoulder. are you gonna close your eyes or keep that mouth running?”

“well if you’re going to just be rude and walk away, no.” hibana crossed their arms

“i won’t,” voice monotone, ime responded

hibana immediately shut their eyes, perking up at all the possible scenarios that could ensue

they’re too shy to do it with my eyes open? i didn’t know they were so timid. i was doubting myself. i am able to have that effect on them! i need to be more confident! hmph!

finding herself leaning into ime, hibana’s heart thumped as she fully immersed herself into the fantasy

“alright, open your eyes.” ime finally looked away from hibana, hiding their downturned smile while they scooted away

hibana’s lips formed a small pout. “what? are you sure?” they opened one eye, peeking at ime. “uh-you moved further away! you were going to leave me, i knew it.”

ime turned their face away from the warmth of the setting sun, adjusting their glasses with a quick nudge from their knuckle. “i wanted to know how much peaceful it would be if you were asleep instead of awake.”

*getting time to lewk at this lil cutie without them “ruining” the moment

“it’s true. i have a gorgeous resting face-”

“because you talk entirely too much when you’re conscious.”

hibana’s brows furrowed. “…were you imagining me asleep or dead?”

“don’t worry about it.”

tucking their hair behind their ear, hibana reimagined the scenario. “you were…thinking about me?”

“hibana…”

ymir

“no. why?” ymir quirked a brow, knowing they could’ve easily succumbed to the enthusiastic request

xasan rolled their eyes. “so i can smack you, obviously. just close ‘em!”

“…definitely not.”

employing their puppy eyes, xasan’s gaze feigned sorrow.

ymir fought the urge to look at their partner directly, holding their refreshment while looking in another direction

sighing ymir murmured, “i hate when you do that.”

xasan watched ymir close their eyes, sticking their tongue out in triumph while initiating a small dance in their seat

“keep doing that and watch.”

xasan pursed their lips and stopped moving, narrowing their eyes.

“or what?” they mouthed, one hundred percent sure ymir was not able to see

“you know my eyes are closed but assuming you talk back like you always love to do, i can stop playing your little game very quick.”

xasan’s grip tightened on the small package in their cardigan pocket, harboring their reaction to the tone of ymir’s threat

regathering their senses, they slipped the object out of their pocket, reaching across the table to set it in front of their partner

hearing the rustling from xasan’s movement, ymir’s impatience nearly triumphed in the battle to keep their vision blocked

“okay, you can open them now,” xasan chirped, fingers intertwining as their nerves began to set in

proceeding with their nonchalant act, ymir opened one eye, gaze darting to the gift on the table before landing on xasan

panic arose when ymir thought an anniversary or birthday had passed—but that couldn’t be true, they were usually the one to remind xasan of events they had forgotten

ymir didn’t do well with being given gifts out of nowhere—they mostly thrived on reciprocation in most aspects of their life

frozen, ymir responded, “i…didn’t get you anything.”

“that’s okay.” xasan was bright with anticipation, “look what’s inside,” they urged

“what’s inside?”

“ymir, just open it and you’ll see.”

“what kind of gift is it though,” they continued to probe, anxious

“baby…”

chest tightening, ymir put down their cup down, slender fingers skimming the wrapping paper. sitting up in the chair, they took the small package and ripped into it

ymir’s brows furrowed, jaw set as they cleared their throat. taking the small painted glass into their palms they let out a shuddery breath

xasan’s eyes widened, the unexpected reaction rendering them silent.

it was a small project only meant to mark the beginning of their art journey. at most they expected a small nod and compliment knowing a child could have done just the same, better even

but the tears?

now both of them crying

“it’s so pretty,” ymir sniffled, drying away their tears with the back of their hand. “look at our little hands holding each other. we’re just laying in a…in a field flowers.” they shook their head

gendervoid!ymir x black plus-size gnc reader (oc name: xasan)

synopsis: ymir falls for a transfer

includes: suggestive tone (18+), fluff, brat!ymir, matchmaker!hitch, ymir’s a whore for tongue piercings, eren gets his ass rocked, etc.

{mdni/f}

a/n: I would like to think i proofread :3 enjoy

“they’re a transfer from the military police,” hitch stimulated the conversation imposed by a single name sasha mentioned

“who wants to transfer if not choosing this sector in the first place?”

“i heard there was another reason they were part of the military police instead of the survey corps,” continued hitch, stretching out her legs in a deep lunge. “something about the certain abilities for protecting historia. don’t ask how they got out that setup, that’s all the info i got.”

ymir uncrossed their arms readying theirself for the run. “who cares. are we starting or what?”

“we’re actually waiting on someone,” hitch responded, folding herself into another stretch

huffing, ymir looked into the distance at the mountains where the sun usually rose

“they need to hurry the fuck up before the sun even starts breathing over the mountains”

“or what”

“hitch why do you always provoke them?” mikasa interjected

sasha waved a hand in mikasa’s face. “shh. wait. let’s see which one gets choked out first.”

hitch’s narrowed eyes relaxed as she saw movement in her peripheral. raising a hand, they waved at the approaching figure

“xasan! good morning!”

ymir’s resting gaze had shifted slightly, inhale hitching then elongating

the reaction was caught by hitch as xasan moved toward the group, a wide smile on their face

“hello,” xasan greeted, “nice to meet you all, i am xasan”

“hello ja-san. i’m sasha.”

she tried her best. xasan chuckled at the pronounciation

as much as ymir tried to fight it, that rumble in their throat as they laughed made goosebumps decorate ymir’s skin

“i’m mikasa”

while the group chatted the newcomer up, ymir examined them from a distance

keeping their astonishment low key, they let their gaze roam their broad physique, admiring the dark brown skin that glistened even with the lack of light

while ymir had attempted to look away, xasan caught their eye. accessories decorating the two front strands of their locs swayed as their head swiveled

regardless of ymir’s quietness, xasan had spoken to them

“hello”

something glinted in their mouth, planted on their tongue

“are you chewing a piece of metal?” sasha asked, moving into xasan’s personal space as she squinted at their mouth

mikasa’s hand reached out and gripped the back of sasha’s shirt, yanking their body out of xasan’s face

xasan rolled out their tongue, displaying the metal stud piercing.

“cool,” sasha marveled.

ymir—still reeling from the interaction—channeled their embarrassment into an attitude, eager to distract theirself from the entirety of this individual

“you can look at it all you want later. let’s start already.”

hitch began, “don’t be rude-”

“they’re right,” xasan’s eyes drifted towards ymir as they moved toward them. “the sun should be peeking over the hills soon.”

the group agreed with enthusiasm

ymir would be like i…i think like that too. kiss me maybe?

nonchalant niggas falling for their opposites quick as hell ™️

meals turned into speculating opportunities

after being served their food, ymir would scour the room for the familiar golden hair accessories that decorated xasan’s short dreads, sitting on the opposite side of their own table to steal glances

though speculation was not only for ymir

hitch and sasha couldn’t help to murmur to each other while ymir was distracted with an attempt to see what bogus mission explanation xasan was explaining so loud this time

there was irritation gnawing at their nerves. why?

maybe they were being too loud—no, the entire setting was bustling

perhaps they had no consideration for those around them—wrong, the entire table they were sitting at paid close attention to their words while they marveled shamelessly

then xasan--out of proximity and friendliness— placed a hang on the shoulder of the person sitting next to them, a firm grip shaking the individual as they continued the dramatics of the story

the twinge in ymir’s chest and the diversion of their prominent stare was an unspoken tell-all

peeking in front of them, their eyes met hitch’s glimmering orbs an understanding look on her face, while sasha’s folded lips hid their smile, snickers, and suggestive gestures

after swallowing a piece of bread and meat, sasha spoke, “so ymir, hitch and i were thinking about inviting ja-san to hang out with us from now on. they’re really somethin’ else huh?”

ymir shrugged, contorting their face to give display of ‘why ask me, i wouldn’t fucking know’

“well are you okay with them being around? because it’s gonna happen a lot more now.” hitch out her elbows on the table, placing her head in the palm of her hand as she leaned closer across the table. “a lot more.”

“i’m okay with reaching down into your throats and taking out whatever keeps letting you talk,” ymir hissed, stabbing at their food

mikasa let out a snicker, covering their mouth in case food came out

hitch and sasha gave a subtle look to each other

“why the fuck are you all acting like this?” ymir couldn’t even get a bite in, the mood of their friends making them uneasy

“we love you.”

ymir flinched. “okay.”

so the group did exactly as promised and melded xasan into the group

the sum-up of the guys meeting them was an attempt to be friendly but failing

not showing interest in subtle advances by some of them, xasan punted them into the friend-zone, disregarding compliments

ymir would turn into a spirit of dark energy seething at how quick they closed in on xasan

when a sparring session was offered by eren after xasan explained the origin of their style, ymir rolled their eyes, scoffing loud enough for the rest of the group to hear

“somethin’ the matter?” sasha blurted out

“sasha i swear-”

ymir saw the first move made by xasan—a deflection of eren’s punch with a hit to his bicep, making his face contort in confusion and pain, their left hand flew in for an uppercut, frantically blocked by eren’s opposing arm

xasan’s mouth was moving as they dodged and threw hits, talking to eren with a smile on their face

what the hell are they doing? eren furrowed his brows, trying to concentrate on their fluid movements. i’ve never felt hits so heavy. what are their bones made out of, he thought, eyes darting around to guess where the next attack was instead of worrying about defense--he was exactly where xasan wanted him

“the ending really got me,” they chuckled “i actually ended up having a breakdown and tore a tree from the ground”

a multitude of kicks rained down on eren, xasan’s foot meeting the sides of his torso, arms, and legs

he tried to get a punch in, earning another deflection, a palm flying in towards his face and jutting his chin upwards.

“and the thing is i read it again right after i was done with it. maybe i do hate myself”

unbalanced, eren began stumbling backward until he fell on his ass, cheeks and tips of his ears reddening immediately

the group threw themselves into a fit of laughter

ymir on the hand was absolutely smitten

like they had the option to take this nigga out fully, but just played in his face

they liked the fact it didn’t take much to show their strength other than the fact it was already wafting off of them with their very presence

ymir blinked theirself out of their trance seeing xasan jog back to them

not the group, directly to ymir

ymir thought they had done something wrong, body growing rigid with a light sweat following. chewing the inside of their cheek they kept a hard stare fighting not to look away

ymir would have never in their life dared to approach them first. the sheer essence of romantic rejection made them physically gag

they have literally no thoughts when xasan is in their proximity

instead of complimenting them ymir just says outta pocket things. not even mean…just outta pocket

“you should’ve broken his face when you had the chance,” was the first thing to leave their mouth as xasan came up to them

the group erupted into another fit of laughter eavesdropping on the interaction

“i have the feeling there will be a rematch soon. i most definitely will be” xasan grinned, still panting

that was all ymir could muster up, mouth agape with nothing leaving it

“we should go for drinks later,” xasan offered, hands on their hips

ymir nodded absentmindedly, taking in the sweet musk that emanated from them.

“hello?” xasan waved in their face. “you okay ymir?”

blood rushed to ymir’s cheeks as they heard their name spoken with xasan’s accent

and they wanted to hear it again and again until fate teared them apart

hitch came up to the two to help out. “they would love to go. actually—this just came to mind—why don’t we make this a group outing? you seem to be mixing with the group well.”

“sounds good. i would love to poke around your personalities a bit more” their eyes didn’t even leave ymir as they said the statement

hitch bit back a smile. “ah yes. of course.” she nudged ymir and they were still unresponsive “um…ymir will be there too.”

xasan brightened. “let me know when we’re going? imma go wash up” they gave ymir’s arm a departing gentle pat before jogging toward the dorms

the further xasan got, the more ymir unfroze

“wow,” sasha began, walking up with connie, jean and mikasa “how was that for ya?”

“do not let me do anything stupid tonight” ymir grumbled

“huh?” hitch cupped her ear

“if you see me about to do something i wouldn’t normally do. stop me,” they explained further

“define ‘something you wouldn’t do’” hitch probed, the devil on her shoulder rubbing its hands

ymir looked to her, silent

pursing her lips, hitch sighed and slumped her shoulders. “why would you do something stupid. it’s just xasan? our friend” she was inducing a subtle confession

ymir bit their tongue, noticing everyone’s stare

“forget i said that” ymir backed away from the group, needing time alone. “if you’re all going to be weird let me just not say anything at all”

that night the group gathered in town, attending their favorite local tavern

ymir immediately saw the lack of xasan’s presence, looking around the sidewalk as they fiddled with their black long sleeve

“hitch should be coming with them in a bit” a voice answered the thoughts in ymir’s head

ymir looked to mikasa, their face heating up

a couple minutes later, the two did approach the tavern, chatting

ymir looked at xasan for second before escaping and entering the tavern for a drink

their warning from earlier would begin to make sense

the loud setting of the tavern mixed with the numbness of the alcohol did little to block xasan out

to ymir, they were a being of light with an everlasting glow

also their eyes could actually never leave them

the dance floor was xasan’s, every variant of beat was met with ease, rhythmic rolls of their body attracting all the eyes of the building

but they could care less

one thing ymir could admire about xasan--among the countless other factors--was the fact that they lived as they should. no shame. what was on their mind was said and they knew no one could take that right from them. ymir didn't need to analyze and try to break them down like they did with everyone else.

they just were

xasan’s eyes were closed. they used their limbs to their advantage telling a story with their moves. the foundation and fluidity of the moves matched their hand to hand combat style

the gold decor in their hair created glimmering streaks as they spun and flipped around

they contorted their body easily, kicking a leg over in a back bend then going into a cartwheel

staring in awe, ymir nearly brought their hand together to clap with everyone else, meeting sasha’s anticipating eyes

though very buzzed, they could still tell what their friends were up to, stifling the action by just rubbing their hands together

ymir poured theirself another cup from the table’s pitcher, downing it in one go

after a couple seconds, things became very different very quick

ymir was swaying slightly to the music, palms patting each other under the table

xasan even danced with a drink in their hand, chugging the liquid before slamming the cup on the table

they traveled over to the team’s table hand reaching out for sasha who was giddy, ready to get on the floor already

the group cheered for the two, clapping louder as they galloped around the open space, faces beaming with grins, laughter following. they spun and waltzed across the floor, stomping along to the rhythm

jaw clenched, ymir stood, not waiting for their balance to catch up.

“i’ll be back” they zigzagged to the corridor

just waited in the restroom until the song was over and everyone applauded

they were too drunk to deal with a very gorgeous looking xasan dance with other people

can ymir dance? no.

would they get on the dance floor by theirself? absolutely not.

if they had the chance to be in the arms of xasan, being led by their movements, bodies pressed to each other’s, would they accept the offer?

regardless of the answer, the sensation in ymir’s abdomen after the thought warped their mood entirely

groaning, they pushed the door open bumping into someone else

as soon as the scent hit them, ymir looked up at xasan, gulping down the large accumulation of spit in their mouth

they walked backwards allowing ymir out

“i was just looking for you” xasan spoke with a slight slur, deep smooth tone made it even worse for ymir when laced with the alcohol

mind blank. no thoughts. just staring. ymir breathed in, skin warming

that piercing created thoughts ymir had no busy thinking about

“how’s your night going so far?” they asked, leaning a shoulder onto the wall.

remember they resort to saying random shit

“it’s not my night,” they slurred “i don’t own that shit.”

xasan sputtered out a laugh putting a hand on ymir’s shoulder

their touch ignited ymir’s body

“and there it is. just as i thought. there is a possibility for you to be cuter than you already are”

ymir processed the statement. “are you talking about me being cute or you being cute? we can talk about you being cute that makes more sense. and it’s stuff we both think about, right?”

xasan diverted their gaze, chuckling softly “uh, yeah?”

when their eyes met again, xasan’s hand cupped ymir’s cheek, thumb brushing over the brown freckles

“i think about you, ymir.”

ymir cleared their throat. “i…we are d-developing a good friendshi-”

“i think about you in a lot of different ways” xasan spoke pointedly, thumb skimming ymir’s bottom lip. they stepped closer, leaning down a bit

“you’re okay with me touching you?”

“yes,” that answer was so quick. ymir was that close to adding a ‘please’ but bit the inside of their cheek

something in ymir snapped when xasan’s hand met the small of the back and pulled them in to their body, their warmth exchanging

“i’ve been waiting be alone with you since i asked you out earlier”

ymir closed their eyes, leaning into xasan’s hand on their cheek

they didn’t notice the small kiss they placed on their palm until xasan commented how cute they were bringing them back down to earth

“do not call me that shit.”

xasan rubbed along their spine, feigning a frown. “is that a challenge?”

ymir rolled their eyes, tensing when xasan’s hand gripped their jaw—not harsh. guiding

“i would not do that if i were you,” they whispered, gaze burning into ymir’s

that tone made ymir an absolute mess

ymir’s thinking ‘hmm attitude equals this? what will being a brat give me?’

bc ymir is definitely of brat essence please pay attention

“good thing you aren’t then.”

xasan glanced at their lips, before saying, “let’s join the others before we get in trouble.”

ymir agreed not wanting to hear anything from the group. “i’ll leave first.”

retracting their arms, ymir smoothed out their outfit, giving a small departing wave before walking back out into the main room

the noise unmuted as they separated from xasan

everyone looked to ymir as they sat down

mikasa smelled xasan’s unique fragrant all over them

“did you see xasan on your way out? everyone’s asking for them. even the band” hitch eyed ymir’s demeanor

ymir shrugged, pouring theirself another cup of beer

“go check yourself” they downed the drink

another tier of drunkenness had been reached

hitch narrowed her eyes until xasan came through the entryway, attention landing on ymir. they waved to the table while ymir poured another cup trying not to blatantly ask for their touch again

“where have you been?” hitch asked. looking between the two

“i drunk. i piss. a wonderful cycle on a night like this,” was xasan’s response

ymir laughed looking at hitch. “idiot”

“actually, ymir?” xasan placed their hands on the table

ymir straightened tf up

“can you pour me a cup?”

everyone went silent.

ymir never poured anyone else beer but their own no matter how many times someone asked. and for as long as they’ve known each other that was still the case

so when they saw their friend grab a clean cup from the middle of the table and pour xasan a cup with no rebuttal. no backlash. no nothing. they knew

ymir was one to do anything for their romantic interest. no hesitation. sober or not

“thank you” xasan took the drink with a sly smile

ymir raised their mug and hit it against xasan’s

simultaneous chug plus ymir’s heart eyes on their crush

after that drink it was all over for ymir’s memory

the next day, hungover, ymir kept to theirself in their bedroom until it was time for a meeting in the middle of the day

they just drank water and laid down in bed not remembering shit from the night before

when it was time for the meeting ymir rolled out of bed, stretching their body out with a guttural groan

“fuck” they stood up, rolling their shoulders back “shit. fuck this.”

they stumbled around the bedroom, gathering clean clothes to wear

a knock came to the door

“ymir! you up? we gotta go!” hitch yelled

ymir opened their door “shut the fuck up”

hitch handed them a steaming cup of mint tea

grunting a ‘thanks’ ymir took the cup and walked out of the room

hitch stayed silent, clearly wanting to ask something but just throwing glances at ymir

ymir sighed, brushing strands of hair from their face “what the hell are you looking at me for? somethin’ on my face?“

“how’d your night go?” she rushed out as they entered the room for the meeting

shrugging, ymir searched for the empty seats near their friends. “don’t remember much. didn’t throw up so that’s always a plus.” they narrowed their eyes as they sat down next to mikasa “and why are you asking me? with that tone?”

hitch raise her hands in innocence “just asking. saw another side of you is all”

mid-sip, ymir choked, coughing as quiet as they could while everyone settled in

the hell was that supposed to mean? they were supposed to be stopping them if they did something stupid not simply let it happen. but ymir should’ve known better with their mischievous asses

now ymir was racking their brain to figure out what the fuck happened, hating the fact they were left in the dark concerning their own drunken actions

the meeting began and as it did that sweet musk wafted into ymir’s nose, thoughts scrambling more than before

then everything began to fall into place

the alluring scent, the touches, that fucking piercing...but what was spoken? what was said?

what else was done?

“i had a fun time dancing with you last night,” their voice whispered from behind ymir, lips brushing their ear

ymir’s mouth dropped open, eyes widening, as their skin reddened immensely

synopsis - will they or won't they? includes - agender!hange, black plus-size agender original character, friends to potential lovers, essence of sub!hange, gay besties flirting, unspoken admiration, etc. {mdni/f}

a/n - dis not my first fic ever but for this fandom yeahhh i got my black plussize agender readers. i can't use [y/n] bc my brain is demolished and literally does not insert any name so ill just make up ocs. but yall should know i had to make a background for these darker skinned folk. ive established their history (not in this story...not yet) so there's not just a random nigga in the walls. anyways enjoy :3

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“Goodnight Hawa,” Amahle gave a warm smile as they began to leave the new recruit’s side. The rest of the dorm was beginning to quiet down as fatigue set in and lights out crept closer. Chatter slipped into sporadic murmurs.

The wide-eyed individual, racked with anxiousness and already attaching theirself to the presence of the older soldier, hesitated to reach out a hand to stop them. “Um…”

Amahle looked back at Hawa, brow-bone lifting in silent encouragement to speak.

“Thank you,” they muttered, twiddling their thumbs. “I know this is an inconvenience--constantly checking up on me and whatnot. But you are…the closest resemblance of any family or friends I had before moving into the walls. I apologize for making you worry.” Hawa kept their gaze elsewhere as they spoke, mahogany skin warming.