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hi! i don’t know if you’re taking requests but if you are would you be interested in a soulmate au with mikasa. i adore soulmates au a lot! mikasa x fem!reader (aot cast reincarnated into the modern world and they get to have a happy and not stressful life)

she is half of my soul, as the poets say  — mikasa ackerman

— mikasa ackerman x female reader (soulmate au)

— warnings: none, just fluff

— summary: you finally found each other.

— word count: 3.2k

— author’s notes: thank you so much for the request !! i hope you enjoy reading this because i had a blast putting this all together. plus, i couldn't help but place a quote from 'the song of achilles' bc that was a masterpiece.

Underwater.

Your surroundings were submerged in the depths of the ocean to you.

The professor in front of the lecture hall continued his lesson in a cacophony of white noise. The occasional flipping of textbooks and the clacking of the keyboard droned, a majority of the students tried taking down what the middle-aged man was reciting. You should be doing those, too, but there was something about your day that made you want to skip class and bury yourself in a mound of blankets. The air-conditioning wasn’t helping at all, it just made you drift away, even more, images of flying people and humanoid giants flickering through your mind. Even your vision was becoming blurry as you stared at the seat in front of you, not noticing how your Ethics professor dismissed your class with a reminder of the paper that was due the following week. You were still seated as most of the students stood up, eager to spend the rest of their day inside their dormitories and apartments.

“[Name].” Somebody called out to you but the raw feeling of swinging in midair acted like a bubble, keeping you from going back to reality. The voice groaned in frustration at your lack of response. “Earth to [Name]! Hey, wake up!”

You shook out of your stupor with a blink, turning your head slowly at the person waiting for you. You took in her casual attire, so different from the daydream you were in. At first, you didn’t know about your whereabouts, making you look around the lecture hall — empty except for the two of you and the professor at front. The feeling of confusion once again dominated your sound mind as you breathed out, “Where am I? I thought I was just outside in this desert and I was surrounded by people who were crying like they were a hopeless case. Then there was someone screaming my name, saying they wouldn’t let me go.”

The person pursed their lips, concerned and slightly creeped out at the nonsense coming out of your mouth. There weren’t any deserts near you right now because you two were in the middle of the city, inside a university. The way you phrased those words sounded like a plot from an apocalyptic movie you were bound to binge during academic breaks. There were accounts scattered around the internet about reincarnation that the person drank in the early hours of dawn when they couldn’t go to sleep but witnessing it in front of them, was another whole level of conspiracy theories. A hand was planted on your shoulder, your friend smiling sympathetically at you, knowing that you sometimes have these episodes inside your shared apartment. The look you gave them was enough to erase the wariness bubbling in your friend’s stomach, which spurred them to gather your things and placing them inside your backpack. Your friend worked in silence, however, they were aware of the stare you never took off from the side of their head.

“In case you don’t remember me,” your friend looked up at you with a twinkle of mischief in their irises, “I’m Hitch and I’m your roommate.” She was speaking to you as if you were a toddler, something that made annoyance tickle your chest.

“Hitch?” You mumbled, looking down on your lap for a solid minute until you gasped out loud, the sound echoing inside the lecture hall without any warning. The professor looked up from his seat, glare already in place at the disruption you caused. You buried your face in your hands, face erupting in hues of red because of the embarrassment creeping in your throat. “Oh, my God, don’t tell me I did it again.”

Hitch nodded with a shrug. “I mean, I’m used to your episodes but it always amazed me how you wake up from them all disoriented.” Finishing with her task of tidying your bag, she pulled on your arm. “I think I should record whatever you say next time, this could be my viral moment.” When you gave her a dry glare, she laughed. “Oh, come on, think of the possibilities! But pushing that aside, let’s have dinner first.”

“Hitch, it’s only four in the afternoon.”

She scoffed lightheartedly. “We can always have a midnight snack later. Right now, I’m craving something savory.” The two of you went outside the lecture hall’s door, not missing the look of relief from your Ethics professor as you linked your arm with Hitch’s. She turned to you expectantly. “Any ideas for dinner, bub?”

There was a churning feeling inside your stomach, very much like those life-and-death situations during exams where you rely on your gut for the correct answer if the test includes multiple-choice questions. This time, instead of the nagging voice telling you to encircle the first choice, your gut was telling you to head to the café near your university. Aside from their famous coffee blends and teas (the latter being one of their specialties), the café houses a variety of dishes in its menu, which doesn’t make them a café anymore but the owner still insisted that they’ll be known as that establishment. It was more of a restaurant than your regular coffee shop, making it a hit among the students in the University of Eldia, where a majority of the student body was either caffeine-dependent or reliant on fast food take-outs. The quaint café owned by Levi Ackerman was the perfect solution to yours and Hitch’s grumbling stomachs. 

“How about the café just outside of uni?” You suggested, hoping that Hitch will consider the idea.

The said girl hummed, a finger placed on her chin. “The one owned by that grumpy short-stack?” 

“Hey, that’s rude.”

Hitch shrugged without care, hoisting her tote bag up to her shoulder. “Even his cousin calls him that, you know?” At your raised eyebrow, all Hitch could do was laugh at your adorable, clueless expression. Between the two of you, the light-haired girl was the social butterfly in your friendship and you wouldn’t be surprised if she even had an inkling of the gossips happening around your year level. 

“Relax, his cousin is a good person (that is if she doesn’t kill you with her blank stare), along with their little friendship circle. I must say, all of them look so adorable. You remember Annie, right?” She continued when she saw you nod, the mention of the blonde made you remember your time when the three of you shared your apartment. It was a good kind of chaotic, the three of you balancing out each other’s personalities. Annie was always the indifferent one, Hitch the most sociable, and you being the mediator of the two. “She’s dating one of Mikasa’s friends, Armin. Mikasa is the cousin, by the way, and I can clearly see the resemblance between her and the café’s owner. With the permanent scowl and all.”

“Uh-huh.”

You didn’t know what to do with the information so you only hummed and nodded your head every time Hitch spewed out a couple of trivia involving people you have heard down the hallways or being called during roll-calls. She even told you how one of Mikasa’s friends, Sasha Braus, was reprimanded for eating inside the class of an infamous terror teacher, which landed the girl on that professor’s blacklist. The girl, Sasha, was actually in one of your classes but you never really talked to her, all of your attention poured out into absorbing what the teacher relayed in the class. All of Hitch's ramblings spanned the entirety of your walk to the café — a talent your roommate has that amazed you every time it happened. 

The smell of cinnamon greeted you once you stepped inside the café, the homey decorations making your heart warm in an instant. There were a couple of college students in separate tables, all of them draping their textbooks and readings in front of them, headphones plugged in despite the soothing background music brought by the café’s speakers. Now that you mention it in your head, midterms were coming up in a month and you hadn’t started organizing your revisions. As your mind was filled with the scent of flowers and coffee, Hitch tugged on the sleeves of your blouse, your light-haired friend wordlessly gesturing her head towards one of the empty tables overlooking the window showing the small garden beside the café. You nodded and flashed a thumbs-up, already knowing what Hitch’s order is the number of times she went home with take-outs from this establishment.

Thinking that you should order something for a change, you looked up at the menu board above the counter. With your order listed in your mind, you faced the person manning the counter, ready to relay your order to her. What greeted you, though, wasn’t a smiling cashier, instead, wide gray eyes stared at you with a slacked jaw — irises flecked with an emotion that sent your heart lurching inside your chest. She was a tall girl with muscles in the right places, black hair styled in a pixie cut that made you appreciate her features more. You faintly recalled that she was in one of your majors, which should explain the air of familiarity surrounding her. Her hands on the small notepad hovered over the current lilac paper, her posture rod straight as her breath hitched while staring into you. You weren’t sure what made her react like that so you slightly tilted your head back to look at the booths behind you. Hitch caught your eyes, raising her eyebrow in a silent question. Facing the counter attendant again, you were shocked to see that star-like tears were decorating her eyelashes, chapped lips wobbly. 

It felt like you’ve seen that expression too many times but you were sure this was the first time you saw her face to face.

“Oi, Mikasa, why are you stalling?” A short black-haired man entered the space behind the counter, arms crossed and gaze questioning as he took in the breaking form of his employee. “It’s been a full minute and you still didn’t take the customer’s order.” 

“Can I stay in the breakroom for a while?”

Your breath was taken away at the sound of her voice. It sounded like all four seasons were present in the soft-spoken tone she carried, very different from her tough physical appearance. You were left staring at her back, chest nearly bursting open because of how fast your heart pounded just from that sentence. Images of late-night trysts played in your head; of secret kisses that created an ocean of emotions inside you; of eyes looking at each other with tendrils of hope before the gates open, death beckoning you in its arms; of desperate promises, neither person could ever keep. All of them were so familiar and nostalgic that a swarm of butterflies was starting to infest your ribs and chest, sprouting flowers that clogged your throat from speaking. 

Levi glanced at you, eyes analyzing your form with a hint of concern for his relative and wondering what made Mikasa act like that. “Sure, go ahead, brat, your friends are at the back. Hello, ma’am, I’ll be taking your order.”

“Oh, sure,” you murmured before beginning to list down the food you and Hitch will be indulging in, eyes curiously staring at the girl going inside the breakroom. “Uhm, is she going to be alright?” You tried asking Levi, who only looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “It looks like she had a fright here.”

“It’s the first time I saw her in that state, to be honest,” Levi simply answered, with no room for other discussions. “Your drinks will be served shortly.” He gave you a small gadget, his pointer finger pushing a button on the device, making it light up in a blinding red. “Once your drinks are ready, this will light up and you can get it here on the counter. Thank you for your patronage.”

“Thank you, too.”

It was only when you seated yourself in front of Hitch that you realized Mikasa’s voice sounded like the one always shouting your name in your daydreams, failing to keep the promise of never letting you go.

-

Mikasa was a mess.

First, before waking up for her 7 A.M. class one autumn day, she was haunted by the memories of her previous life (or this is what Armin told her, with him also remembering being born again from a different timeline, another universe altogether rather). In that more outdated version of this world, they were on the constant grapple with these beings called Titans. Her dreams became more complex the more time passed by as these Titans disappeared, replacing with it a looming war between two countries. Her daydreams always resulted in tear-stained cheeks, eyes then finding her best friend who started a mass genocide in their previous lives, Eren. When Mikasa remembered that part of her last life, she would often find herself staring deeply at the side of Eren’s head, resulting in the brown-haired man complaining about her soulless eyes. It looked like Eren didn’t remember it, which nearly drove Mikasa mad. 

Until that day Eren came up to her after a three-hour lecture, all haggard with his man-bun in disarray, and shouting, “I’m so sorry for laughing at you, Mikasa! I had a dream during a lecture of those titan things you and Armin are talking about. I believe you!”

Second, the warmth of somebody was a constant in balancing out the horrors of her daydreams. Among the carnage, a body fitting against hers with the morning rays passing through the slit of the windows was a sight she didn’t want to wake up from. Threads of soft hair tickled her cheek, making way for an unforgettable shade of irises that she compared to the crystals they found underneath the Reiss estate. A smile so vibrant that it paled in comparison to the blue expanse of unknown waters they saw after killing all the Titans in Paradis. The smell of freshly picked flowers lingered in the air, acting like the comforting blanket Mikasa had when she was young. At first, she couldn’t see the face of the person but as the episodes became more vivid, Mikasa finally saw the woman of her dreams. 

Pulchritudinous — that’s what you are.

After that encounter with you in the café, Mikasa immediately talked everything out with her two friends.

“So you’re saying that you kind of knew her but you don’t?” Eren pointed out after a spoonful of ice cream. “This is some conspiracy theory shit right here.”

“Eren,” Armin sighed. “This is not one of those videos you watch at 3 A.M., okay?” The blonde glanced at the last member of their little trio, who was pacing in front of them with a queasy expression on her face. “Mikasa, I know you feel like you’re in a pinch but please calm down.”

Eren leaned forward and took a spoonful of ice cream from the tub on the low table. “It’s no use, Armin. You know Mikasa.” He nodded his head towards the said girl. “Once she enters that state, we can’t do anything about it.”

“I know,” Armin trailed off, dejected.

Mikasa buried her hands through her hair. “This was so unexpected.”

“Clearly,” Eren dryly stated.

The blue-eyed boy beside him instantly hit the back of his head. “Eren!”

Mikasa stopped pacing, not hearing how Eren exclaimed ‘finally’, her face and neck erupting in a warm shade of red that made her two friends exchange a concerned glance. Placing a hand on her pounding chest, she murmured with half-lidded eyes, “She’s much more beautiful than my dreams depicted her to be.”

Armin breathed out a silent ‘oh’ while Eren snickered, “Great, she turned into a simp,” to which the former slapped another hand at the back of the green-eyed boy’s head.

“That explains it,” the black-haired girl exclaimed. “There were times where a voice inside my head tells me to be at this specific place at a specific time.” (“I’m concerned,” Eren stage-whispered to Armin.) “While applying for this university, I had a feeling that I should take up medical sciences. Every time I’m at the campus, I will always find myself in the library after five o’clock and there are instances that I would search the tables. And you guys know how I hate helping Levi in the café.” Eren and Armin nodded as if they were children. “I just realized that she was always there, I can see her now. Why did I miss her when all this time, I was meant to find her? And now that she’s finally in the café right when I told Levi that I felt like helping the shop, I ran away! I’m such an idiot!” Mikasa then sunk on one of the plush chairs, her groans mingling with the gloomy atmosphere she created.

“You’re not an idiot, Mikasa,” Armin told her, to which she replied with an aggravated groan.

“Yeah, you’re not an idiot, you’re just having a gay panic moment,” Eren casually announced. Both of his friends slowly turned their heads toward him. He stared right back, blinking as he shrugged. “You have to admit, I’m not wrong.”

“You’re not helping right now.”

“I’m just stating a fact, Armin!”

The blonde boy rolled his eyes. “So what are you going to do about this, Mikasa?”

“About Eren?”

“No,” Armin shook his head. “Eren will be fine with his two brain cells.”

“Hey, I’m right here.”

Armin rolled his eyes and fixed his gaze on his gray-eyed best friend. “So are you going to tell [Name] that you two are star-crossed lovers pre-destined since your previous lives?”

The confidence she gained the day before during that conversation with her childhood friends dissipated as Mikasa awkwardly stood in the middle of the university’s library, eyes widely staring at you, who was browsing the shelves for the reference material for your papers. She didn’t expect to meet you this suddenly. All she was supposed to do was borrow a reference material and there she realized that the two of you share the same major so most of your schedule line up with one another — the both of you share a free period. Almost as if you were surrounded by a magnetic field, Mikasa went in your direction, her heart matching her footsteps. Meters became feet as she looked at your captivating figure. Even with a shirt tucked inside a pair of jeans, you are still the most beautiful girl inside the library. 

And as you lifted your gaze, your glinting irises meeting her gray ones, Mikasa swore her orbit was waiting for this moment to be tilted to you.

Tears were immediately present in your eyes when she stood in front of you, it was as if you remembered her.

“Hey,” Mikasa breathed shakily, hands gripping the strap of her backpack.

“Hey, starlight.”

That nickname. The one you blurted out when Mikasa invited you stargazing in the meadow beside the Survey Corps Headquarters. You said it suited her because her eyes reminded you of the glow of the stars forming a canopy above you. But for her, you were brighter than any star in the sky, you were an entire cosmos altogether. “You became a part of me the moment I laid my eyes on you in our town. Right then and there — wherever you go, I’ll go. Because I know, I’m a part of you as well.”

“You finally found me.”

You are half of her soul, as the poets say, and the Fates will do everything in their power it stays like that for eternity. 

Time for another controversial opinion:

You cannot convince me that Levi Ackerman doesn't have sub tendencies.

This man has had probably very few sexual encounters, little experience, and would more than likely fucking lose it over you taking charge of him. Guarantee he'd be an absolute moaning mess.

He's never really had the time to give in to temptation, to allow himself something as frivolous and carnal as this. Sure, he's had sex before, but it was nothing like sex with you. He respects and reveres your prowess, finds himself weak over the look in your eyes that says you're going to devour him. As soon as you tell him to let you take care of him, he's melting, totally willing to give you whatever you want of him.

You offer to suck him off, but he's never had a blowjob, so there's no frame of reference for the stars you want to make him see.

"I don't think that's something I'd enjoy," he explains, low in his chest, "Seems like it'd be disgusting,"

It takes some convincing, but when you've finally gotten him to understand that you actually want that gorgeous cock in your mouth, he agrees to try it, despite how self-conscious he's feeling about it. He's totally fucked-out not even two minutes in, tossing his head back, gripping the sheets, high pitched whines flitting from his throat like pretty little bird's songs.

"F-fuck, I.. Ngh, s-stop, I'm gonna--" the statement is more groan than anything else, his eyes pinched shut so he doesn't immediately finish from seeing your face as you pleasure him.

When you have sex, you're on top, and he gasps as soon as he enters you, babbling under his breath about how good you feel, curses mumbling from his lips every time you constrict around him. You have to pry his hands away from the mattress so he'll touch you, and once you do, he's touching everywhere, relishing in every last soft span of skin you have to offer him.

He grits through his teeth, raspy and worn out, "God, ride my cock, baby. Ride it,"

He tries to bury any moans which he deams too loud or whiny into his bottom lip, caught between his teeth--but with the way his breaths hitch, he can't keep from letting you pull these sounds from him. Levi ends up reduced to saying your name as he becomes more and more pussy drunk off of you, whimpering now with each twitch of his cock in your velvety walls.

It's too much, it's not enough, it's got him right on the precipice of emptying himself into you.

He wouldn't usually beg, not even if his life depended on it. And yet, "Please. Mmff, lemme cum inside,"

Does anyone know any good wattpad Attack on titan books? And if so send me names or links to them please

Close As Strangers

synopsis; he's been gone awhile, are things really still the same? (eren jeager x fem!reader) wc; 1,630

cw; angst, open ending but implied to be happy, modern college au, based on the titular song by 5sos, allusions to cheating but no actual cheating takes place, mentions of daily medication (reader has anxiety and adhd), mentions of drugs and alcohol, armin being the goat, mikasa is not a girl's girl, eren being down bad for his girl, no dialogue

a/n; i hit shuffle on my playlist then chose a random character that i thought would fit, have this and enjoy.

six weeks since i’ve been away,

and now you’re saying everything has changed.

and i’m afraid that i might be losing you.

eren left to study abroad six weeks ago, and while that isn’t long, things between you two already feel different. he answers your calls and texts less than usual, and you know that timezones exist, but the difference is only a few hours.

armin and marco try to comfort and assure you that there’s nothing to worry about, that eren’s just busy with the classes and the workload. it eases your mind for at least a few hours before the anxiety is back in full force and you begin to overthink again, especially since mikasa is also responding to the group less and less.

and every night that we spend alone,

it kills me thinking of you on your own.

and i wish i was back home next to you.

he doesn’t even know why he came to this party. the room around eren is hazy, smoke filters in the air as people take hits of the different items being passed around. vapes, pens, bongs, and pipes, eren has seen at least four different joints being shared. music plays loudly throughout the place, he lost track of mikasa the moment they stepped foot into the house. something about going to get a drink was whispered against his ear, his mind too focused on you back home.

he only took this trip because his dad had insisted, something about ‘being good for the soul to travel while you’re young’. eren didn’t care, he wanted to travel with you, and yet you were so far away. he had tried to get you to come with, your parents disapproval kept you from agreeing. his heart aches as he imagines you alone in bed right now, and he wants nothing more than to be laying next to you.

oh, everyday,

you feel a little bit further away.

and i don’t know what to say.

it’s been two months now, eren texts and calls every chance he gets. ever since the night of the party he can feel you growing more and more distant. he knows it’s because of what happened at the party, mikasa got too drunk and confessed that she was in love with him. he had immediately told you about it the next morning, and while he reassured you that he loves you and swore that nothing happened, your anxiety had you wound so tight that you skipped two days of class, to stress clean the entire apartment you shared with him and armin from top to bottom.

you stopped sending him good morning and good night texts, you’d barely give him updates throughout the day too. he has to rely on armin and the others to make sure you’re taking your meds. he doesn’t know what to say to help you feel better. it’d be easier if he was with you.

are we wasting time,

talking on a broken line?

telling you i haven’t seen your face in ages,

i feel like we’re as close as strangers.

your phone calls get shorter and shorter every time, eren can’t remember the last time you facetimed him to fall asleep. he hasn’t seen your face in so long and armin, bless him, tries to send eren pictures of you, but you’ve become less and less photogenic.

the last picture armin sent eren, made his breath hitch, and not in a good way. you looked as awful as he felt, your skin wasn’t the normal shade it always was, and he could tell you weren’t sleeping well. the circles and bags under your eyes told him, and armin confirmed it. eren knew it himself though, when he saw there was no life in your eyes. normally such a vivid and prominent color, they now looked dull and lifeless. if he was being honest, you looked like a stranger to him, and he felt like it too.

won’t give up,

even though it hurts so much.

every night i’m losing you in a thousand faces,

now it feels we’re as close as strangers.

you opened up to eren about how you were feeling around the two and a half month mark. you had called him on a friday night, the first you both had free in a while. the moment he answered you broke down crying about how you missed him and wanted him home. he sat with you on the phone, listening to you cry and get it off your chest before speaking up.

he told you that he loves you and that he’s not going to give up even if the distance is hurting both of you. he promised he’d be home as soon as he could, just a little bit longer. once you had calmed down, you began talking about other things. he tells you that he meets tons of new people everyday, and that the first thing he does when meeting somebody new, is tell them about you and how you’re waiting for him back at home. not being there with him makes you feel like a stranger.

late night calls and another text,

is this as good as we’re gonna get?

another timezone taking me away from you.

it’s been four months since eren left, you call late at night, later than you should be calling. and texts are scattered throughout the day when either of you have time, being left on read or delivered more often than not. things are as good as they’re going to get since you’re both so much busier now.

it’s hard to do much of anything with eren being hours ahead of you in a different timezone, it feels like he’s being taken away from you. he’s busy with classes or an activity by the time you wake up, and sleeping before you even get home.

living dreams in fluorescent lights,

while you and i are running out of time.

but you know that i’ll always wait for you.

your twenty-first birthday had fallen on a saturday, your friends had dragged you out to a club the night before. the loud music and flashing lights provided a good distraction for your anxious mind. the alcohol jean and reiner bought, along with the weed connie brought, had calmed your nerves enough for you to have fun and let loose for a while.

the next morning you woke up to a phone call from eren, wishing you a happy birthday. you talked for a bit but, eren could tell that your time on the phone was running out before you’d have to get ready to spend the day with your family. just before you hung up, he said that he’d wait for you to come home that night so you could facetime each other. he stayed true to his word and facetimed you as soon as you texted him that you were home. you fell asleep on the phone together that night.

on the phone,

i can tell that you wanna move on.

through the tears,

i can hear that i shouldn’t have gone.

every day gets harder to stay away from you.

four and a half months since eren left, you last spoke to him two weeks ago. it was a long phone call, one that had a lot of doubts and insecurities that led into an argument. he missed you just as much, but he could tell this was hurting you. at one point he asked if you wanted to break up, the question only made you cry harder.

you didn’t want to break up, you just wanted him home, and you had told him as such. he could hear the desperation in your voice and regretted ever leaving in the first place, he knew he shouldn’t have gone. it was getting harder to stay away and not go home to you. but soon he promised, just a little longer and he’d be home.

six months since i went away,

and i know everything has changed.

but tomorrow i’ll be coming back to you.

the day marks six months since eren left, the semester has ended and you’ve grown numb to him being gone. there’s a distance between you two, things have changed and everybody in the group can tell. they’re worried what it might mean for when eren comes home, truthfully you’re scared that things will end when he gets back. you love him and don’t want to lose him.

your last phone call was a couple days ago and he told you that he’d been home soon since the semester was over, he just wasn’t exactly sure when that’d be. you’re at lunch with the girls when your phone pings with a message from eren.

1 message from;

rennie 💚🗝️

i’m coming home tomorrow.

his shared location says he’s at the airport and you don’t even realize you’re crying until historia asks what’s wrong. sasha and the others eye you cautiously, worried that something happened. you tell them what eren said and they all smile brightly. ymir rolls her eyes and calls you dramatic, annie smiles and tells you she’s glad that you’re happy again. you message him back before finishing lunch with the girls.

to;

rennie 💚🗝️

can’t wait! i love you ❤️

it had been a long six months, but your boyfriend was finally coming home to you and you couldn’t wait to see him. even if you guys felt as close as strangers right now, you knew it wouldn’t be long before things were back to normal.

from;

rennie 💚🗝️

i love you too ❤️

and if there was one thing that eren learned from this experience, it was that he would never ever leave you again.

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