Hey! Author's note! I know people hate seeing these. Believe me, I definitely do. But I just thought I'd mention a few things before we get started. First off, this is the longest damn fanfiction I've ever written. None of them have ever passed 500 words, and this damn thing is almost to 3k something now. I'm the proudest little idiot of the bunch. Secondly, Mikasa isn't the typical, over-protective type in this story. We're switchin' it up a bit, yo! She's gonna be a bro and pretty much cool with it all. Plus, There's gonna be side dishes of Annie and Armin, and Jean and Marco. Levi's gonna kinda sorta be a bottom please don't kill me. So just you wait! Updates will be random, and I'd like to say that the first chapter was written a week before uploading, and I just finished writing this one today. Lastly, I'm just going to mention that I have absolutely no fucking idea how tattooing actually works. If someone could explain, it would be great. I took a few guesses here and there when writing and failed completely when I tried researching it. If someone could explain, that'd be oh-so-dandy and I'd love you forever.

Anyways, cuties, here's your story. Enjoy!

"I don't know,"

The brunet sighed wistfully, stirring up the ink with his skilled hands. "There's just something about him, y'know?" He put the bottle he had just made and stuck it to the needle gun, pressing the trigger a little just to see if the liquid properly came out.

"Yeah, sure." Jean snorted, rolling his golden eyes. Honestly, Jaeger could and would talk on for literal hours about this guy. He had since the day they managed to meet, and it continued still, 2 days later. "So." The multi-colored-haired one grinned cockily, lightly drumming his fingertips against the surface of the desk. "Do you have a boner for him? Because it seems like you do."

Eren made a choking noise, and looked up with a shocked expression at the other with wide eyes. His cheeks tinted a light pink, before he frowned fiercely and looked back down at the gun in his hands. "No!" He pushed a little too hard, and some of the ink splattered across his hands. "Now look at what you made me do, Horse-Face!" He glared up at Jean, who simply chuckled and folded his arms across his chest.

The brunet sighed, wiping his hands on his pants and setting the needle down. At least it was ready for use when their appointment finally came in. "Whatever. You can hardly talk about that. What with you and Freckles." Eren snorted, and stood up from where he was sitting. He stretched, and walked to the front of the shop where Mikasa was. Jean followed suit, fuming with his cheeks painted red.

"Marco and I are just friends!"

"Tell that to your couple tattoos."

"Shut up, Jaeger!"

Jean towered over Eren, who scowled angrily right back at the other. Mikasa merely heaved a sigh, and typed something onto her keyboard. Freckles—Marco—Whatever, stepped in eventually, and tugged Jean away from Eren. The brunet sneered, muttering something along the lines of 'fucking faggot', before backing away himself. He glanced at the two, the freckled man desperately trying to calm down the infuriated punk, but it didn't avail. "Marco," Eren finally started after a moment of watching the two interact. "Don't you ever get sick of him not manning up and saying how he feels?"

Jean's face turned red again—by rage or embarrassment that wasn't certain. But he looked as if he was ready to pummel the smaller into a bloody pulp that was wearing skinny jeans. Marco merely held onto Jean's arm, gave Eren a wary smile, and simply shrugged. 'He will eventually,' he mouthed when Jean wasn't paying attention. Eren grinned lopsidedly. The two obviously had chemistry, and if this wasn't enough to show for it, then he didn't know what would.

Thankfully they all had pulled their acts together when Eren's and Jean's customer who had made an appointment stepped in. Annie Leonhardt, and she frequented the shop. Whether it was just browsing designs or actually getting inked up, she managed to be there a lot. The door opened with a lighthearted jingle as the stoic blonde stepped in. She wrapped the leather jacket she wore a little closer to her body and managed a curt nod at the two. Marco let go of Jean, walked off to his separate tattooing place, and left Jean and Eren to their work. Sure, they fought. But Jean couldn't sketch on his own and Eren would be damned if that horse-faced idiot shamed his tattoo parlor. Jean put on his typical, assholey grin and winked at Annie. He was absolutely insufferable towards her, but somehow she withstood it and didn't kill him on the spot.

"Hey, babe." Annie merely rolled her eyes at the remark, but nonetheless hurried off with him to one of the tattooing rooms. Eren soon followed, and sat down to sketch out what she wanted. Surprisingly, she wanted a rose. One on her wrist, black thorns, and spots where it looked like it was cutting into her skin. Macabre, but beautiful. The heterochromia-ridden artist and horse-face set to work in harmony as Annie sat on the cushioned seat provided by the parlor. The brunet couldn't help but let his mind wander off to that flower shop owner…

Dust. Dirt. Spilled plant food. It was fucking everywhere and this definitely wouldn't fly for someone as OCD as Levi. Angrily, viciously, he tied the bandana around his head and grabbed a broom, sweeping violently and scrubbed at the floor. Ever since he had set up shop, he tried to keep it in as tip-top shape as possible. So, cleaning regularly was essential. One might begin to question why a clean freak would want to deal with all the soil and naturey stuff, and in all honesty the man didn't know himself. Flowers were aesthetically pleasing, they couldn't talk, and they didn't make messes. All perfect. Unlike human beings.

He stepped back for a moment to admire his work, as he gleefully noted that all the grime had been eradicated for now. He set the broom behind the cashier counter and stuffed the bandana into his back pocket. Absentmindedly, he arranged the cardboard displays that held various teabags, little cactuses, packets of seeds, and small pots with herbs in them that sat on the counter. Larger plants hung from the ceiling and walls, and a few of the larger ones as well as trees were sitting on the floor. It was a flawless, greenhouse-like space that he had spent forever saving up for. Finally, it had been oh-so-amazingly perfected.

Wiping his hands on his apron, he next went for the watering can. It was huge; and weighed about 5 million tons. At least to Levi. He was short, and struggled to carry the damn thing some days. He turned on the hose which conveniently was inside (there was tiled floors, so if anything spilled it would be a cinch to mop up) and filled up the device. He lugged it in his arms, and set to work making sure all of his precious greenery got the nutrition required for life.

Annie had gotten inked, looked at her tattoo in the mirror with a small smile, and paid by then. Now, she was simply talking to Armin by the front of the shop. He was holding a camera, and talking excitedly about some nerdy stuff that Eren could care less about. The brighter, happier blonde was practically bouncing on the balms of his feet; glasses awry, huge smile plastered on his cheeks, and a camera in his hands. He kept gesturing to it, and Annie seemed to nod at whatever he said. Finally, she held out her wrist, Armin snapped a photo, and he hurried off to go upload it to his laptop so he could print it. Annie simply brushed it off as her cheeks tinted pink. She stuffed his hands in her pockets, muttered a goodbye, and walked out of the happy little tattoo parlor. After she had gone, Eren checked his schedule. No further appointments today, but tomorrow would be hectic as fuck. Oh, well. There was a price t opay for freedom. He was about to practically skip out with a shit-eating grin on his face to go visit next noor, when Mikasa piped up when his was pushing on the door.

"Eren."

He cocked his head at her, smile dissipating. "Yeah?"

She herself smiled, lips turning up in an almost uncharacteristic way. "Have fun. Don't stay away for too long or I'll kick your ass."

Eren saluted, placing his hand over his heart, and backed out of the shop. Once he was home free, Eren broke into a jog towards Wallflowers.

Levi was busy helping out some hormonal, teenage boy pick out different roses and teas when the punk showed up. He gave the kid some options, then stepped away to greet the ambitious young man. "Levi~." Eren grinned, and said his name in an almost sing-songy tone. The older merely shook his head, sighed, and managed a small smile. Ever since this idiot had helped him out that day, he came over often just to see how he was doing. It was appreciated, because Levi didn't have any friends. Just plants. Plants, and a crazy college professor who thought she was his friend.

The kid eventually picked out the right bouquet, and Levi gave him change and his receipt at the register. The boy smiled, waved, and left with the roses in his fingers.

"He is definitely trying to get in some chick's pants," Eren commented as he watched Levi rearrange the flowers and plants the teenager had mixed up. Levi rolled his eyes. "You have absolutely no taste for romance."

"I'm just stating a fact," He said simply as Levi swept his finger across the counter to search for dust. None could be found. A grin of satisfaction made its way to his lips. This was all he ever wanted. "I mean, if I was trying to get in someone's panties I'd go for the whole flower and chocolate approach." Levi flushed a light pink, and avoided eye contact from then on out.