the last picture perfectly describes my emotions after reading chapter 48. i’m mad because of how mutsumi had to ask his own gIRLFRIEND which she liked more, him, her bOYFRIEND or shion, a fICTIONAL CHARACTER???? jesus christ
This wasn’t really where I saw this going… At all. Equal parts yumikuri and eruri, accidentally. Coffeeshop cliché. I hope you like this one Kitty. I call her Krista in this… They’re college age. Levi is late-twenties. Erwin is a lot less old than Ymir says. Poor babe.
[~2.4k of Levi & Ymir somehow being friends, awkward flirting, coffeeshop au]
It was five o’clock.
Ymir knew it was five o’clock because Levi always got antsy. He wiped the espresso machine down twice, refilled the grinders, and then cleaned off each of the tables with mechanic, jerky swipes. He did this every day, like a tiny angry wind-up toy, and had since she started three weeks ago.
“What, you think he’s gonna stick around today?” Ymir watched Levi out of the corner of her eye while she made a latte.
Levi didn’t answer, just ducked his head very slightly and wiped down the register. Ymir wondered if he knew the tips of his ears flushed pink. She shrugged and put the latte on the end of the bar.
“Y’know,” she said, leaning on the bar next to Levi not particularly caring if the customer got their drink. “If you smiled at the guy, you’d probably have his number already. Amongst other things.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Levi grumbled, glancing at the door, and then turning to find something else to wipe down.
“I’m talking about his dick,” Ymir said. It was enormously satisfying to watch Levi sputter. “Although, do you know how to smile?”
Levi whirled on her wielding the dishrag and his snarl like weapons at the same time the front door jingled. His eyes widened.
A rush of sympathetic adrenalin fizzled in Ymir’s stomach. “Go get him, shorty,” she bent down to mutter in Levi’s ear, clapping him on the shoulder and taking the rag.
“Shut the fuck up,” he snarled under his breath. He gripped the countertop too tight as he braced himself.
The first thing Yuuri registered when he woke up was the soft pitter-patter of rain outside.
He smiled. Rain meant he could stay in bed just a little longer, since Victor liked to drag him out for a morning run. He liked running, but he also liked the feeling of just waking up, when your bed’s still warm and it’s the most comfortable place on Earth.
Yuuri pulled the sheets up to his neck and burrowed into his bed. He felt so nice, so warm and boneless. He could almost fall asleep again…
An ice cold hand traced over his side.
Yuuri shrieked and tried to wiggle away from the intrusion. An arm wrapped around his middle and pulled him back against a hard chest.
Yuuri turned over and saw a slightly blurred Victor. He smiled down at Yuuri and bent forward to kiss his forehead. Yuuri smiled and pushed his face into Victor’s neck. The hickey he left there last night stood out on his pale skin.