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THIS IS THE CUTEST FUCKING THING EVER NO ONE TALK TO ME FOR AT LEAST THREE DAYS-
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lucysarah-c · 1 day
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I promised to post the full colour version!
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Ps: I know the pose look weird... it's missing half of the art yet lol
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immanime · 2 days
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Attack on Titan
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ebechnasheim · 3 days
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I can’t express how much in love I am with this art
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7m7n7 · 3 days
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bluray version growing on me, definitely more accurate
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seeingivy · 3 days
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sofia
actor!eren x f!reader
**part of my method acting series
previous part linked here
songs mentioned: champagne problems by taylor swift, when emma falls in love by taylor swift, and minor sofia by clairo insinuation (+ the name of the chapter)
“Can I ask for a favor?” Eren asks. 
You look up to find Eren and Armin standing in front of the dining table, both leaning on the backs of the chairs. The first whiff you get is a mix of sweat and deodorant, and you instinctively push your notebook closer to you and nod. 
You hate that Eren and Armin work out together. 
Not really, of course. You’re glad that Armin was able to find some type of segway that felt comfortable enough for him to interact with Eren, that they were slowly building back whatever it was that they lost. 
You just hate that Eren always wears that stupid headband to keep her hair back and insists on wearing a tank top – or no shirt at all –  for the five mile run they do at the end. 
You’re lucky that today is the former and not the latter. 
“Yeah, what’s up?” you ask. 
Eren places the little glass bowl in front of you, before giving Armin a nod, and sliding into the chair across from you. Armin takes his leave with Annie at his side, before giving you a passive wave over the shoulder. 
The first thing you note is that Eren’s fish tattoo is on display. It’s one of the few moments that you get to admire it – the physical reminder of you inked on to his arm – since the makeup team is always covering it up or he’s wearing a jacket. 
And the second is that Eren doesn’t really fit in the chair – because his legs are overstretched and hanging against the sides of the legs – and he nearly falls back when he moves a little too much. 
It’s crazy to think that there was a time that you and Eren would have your feet dangling in the air from how high the chairs used to be. 
You eye the little bowl, before reaching forward for it, and taking it in your hands. There’s only two little requests left, though you swear yesterday that you only had one left – which was Eren’s. 
“I know I technically already have a request in there. But could you please do another one for me?” Eren asks. 
“Sure. Which one is it that you want me to pull? The green slip or the pink one?” 
“Oh, no. It’s a separate request. I need you to write a song about Mikasa for me.” Eren responds. 
“Ah, yeah. Sure.” 
You reach forward into the bowl anyways and pull both of the slips out but Eren’s quick to reach forward and snatch them from your hands, much to your dismay.
“Hey!” 
“I just asked you to write a different song. Why did you take both of these out?” Eren asks. 
“Why are you in such a rush? I already have a song about Mikasa somewhere in one of my books, I just need to find it. I’m more curious about who added a request yesterday because there was only one left last night.” you respond. 
“It’s part of my gift for Mikasa. The wedding is next week, idiot.” 
Shit. You had yet to plan what you were going to give Jean. 
Eren looks back at the little slips, before tucking the green one closer to him and handing you the pink. You take it in your hands and find Sofia’s name scribbled over the top and open the slip. 
“It’s Sofia.” 
You pale when you read the slip. 
write a song with historia about how she said no to ymir’s proposal. (please!!!! if you can!) 
You hand it over to Eren who reads it before setting it down on the table. 
“Just don’t sing it at the end, especially if Ymir is there.” Eren responds. 
“I…do you think I should? From my very limited information, I think Ymir would hate it if Historia wrote another song about her.” you respond.
“That information is very limited because you refuse to talk to Historia. And Ymir won’t talk about it unless you ask, which you won’t.” Eren responds. 
You slouch back into your chair. 
“I’m not refusing to talk to her. I’m just in my nice….ignorance is bliss bubble. I like Ymir and Sofia but I also like Historia. I don’t want to get all complicated with the feelings if I know everything that happened.” you respond. 
Eren rolls his eyes. 
“You’re already mentally siding with Ymir because you know that Ymir got on her hands and knees and begged Historia to be with her after she said no to the proposal. And because you like Sofia.” Eren responds. 
“Can we go back to when you weren’t calling me out on my shit? What gift are you getting, Mikasa?” you ask. 
Eren smiles, before leaning forward. 
“For the record, I…I sided more with Ymir and Sofia too. Or did originally at least. I feel like you’ll run into the same thing as me, but we can’t really hold it against Historia. She just has different priorities than us and picked differently than we would have, but it doesn’t mean she’s wrong. And I’m making Mikasa an edited video and I want the song in the background to be about her. Preferably written by her best friend.” Eren responds. 
“Do you think Historia will hang Sofia at the stake for requesting this?” you ask.
Eren shrugs. 
“I’m positive that Sofia just requested it because Historia’s been making lots of snide comments to Ymir all week. And saying stuff about Sofia that she eventually finds out about. Everyone’s been telling her about how the songs and stuff have been helping them with their own situation, so she might have just seen it as a segway. Just don’t tell Historia who asked for it and  make it seem like it’s your idea. I don’t think Sofia meant ill will.” Eren responds. 
“No. No, I don’t think she meant anything malicious either. She’s so sweet. And she must feel awkward since we all grew up together and she’s the other woman, or something” you respond. 
“Yeah, she is really sweet. She kind of reminds me of you, sometimes.” Eren adds. 
“As if. She reminds me of you – she literally has the same dimples.” 
Eren scoffs. 
“Lots of people have dimples. I would look like half of the people on the planet by that logic. She actually reminds me of you, when you first got here. She’s just so…” Eren responds. 
“Normal.” you respond. 
Eren sighs. 
“Yeah.” 
 You choose to withhold your comments about how you're not that type of normal anymore. And it sours all together – because that was one of the things that Eren really loved about you when you first started dating. 
Eren gives you a smile before making his move to leave. But he stops before he retreats to his room, his hand is warm on your shoulder as he squeezes. 
“Still the same in all the ways that matter. To me, at least.” Eren mumbles, before walking off. 
You sigh. 
If Sukuna was still here, he’d call you hopeless. And you’d have to agree with him. 
--
You find Historia on set, intently watching Eren and Armin while they’re filming. You take the seat next to her, reaching forward to squeeze her shoulder and catch her attention, as she shuffles to the side and makes space for you. 
“Hi Hisu.” you whisper. 
“Is the Y/N L/N finally gracing me with her presence?” Historia responds. 
You roll your eyes. 
“Shut up.” 
You feel a tiny smack, before you turn around to find Levi glaring at the two of you. And the guilty culprit – the pencil he projectile launched at the two of you. 
“You two shut up.” Levi warns, before walking back to where he was standing at the viewfinder, with Hange. 
You both smile, like you’ve been caught passing notes by a teacher, before looking back down at the script to the scene that they were filming. 
“So what did you think?” Armin asks. 
“About what?” Eren asks. 
“About Y/N?” Armin asks. 
You lean forward, tucking your legs close to your chest, as you watch them. 
“The makeup team did really well with the hair.” Historia whispers. 
“Yeah. It almost looks like he still has the man-bun.” you respond. 
“Which hair was your favorite?” Historia asks. 
You pause. 
“I like the length it’s at right now. But, I kind of liked his short hair, like from before. Sometimes I feel like when his hair is too long it kind of drowns everything else out, like his eyes and stuff.” you respond. 
“Imagine thinking you’re not in love with the guy but talking about him like that.” Historia grumbles, as you reach to shove her in the side. 
“Who said I think that?” you respond. 
You watch as Historia’s eyes widen and you turn back to the two of them. 
“Do you think she’ll be able to forget about you and live happily with someone else? Just like you wanted.” Armin asks. 
Eren shrugs. 
“Well. Who knows?” Eren asks. 
Armin reaches forward and punches Eren in the face. You bite down on your cheeks to stop yourself from flinching, as you turn to your left to find Reiner and Connie shoving their faces into their own scripts to avoid distracting them with their laughter.
Reiner and Connie never got over laughing at immature stunts. Like punching each other. 
“The hell kind of answer is that? I still haven’t forgiven you! How do you feel about the fact that you ignored Y/N’s feelings?” Armin screams. 
You bite down on your lip. The deja vu feels uncanny. 
“Y/N risked her life and only ever had eyes for you. Did you really think you could say forget about me and it would be just that?” 
Sometimes you wonder if Eren’s a sadist for writing scenes like this into the show. You’re positive Levi must have insinuated the same when he suggested the entire thing to him. 
“At the very least, Y/N should forget about a heartbreaker like you and find happiness. She might find a good guy sooner than you think and hit it off with him.” Armin responds. 
It comes out quietly – Eren’s voice. Almost like a whimper. 
In all honesty, you had almost forgotten he was there for a second, with Armin’s screaming. But when you look over, you find Eren sitting there in the water, with tears streaming out of his eyes. 
“No. No, that would kill me.” Eren responds, his voice breaking. 
You press your hands to your cheeks, letting your fingers block out the periphery as you watch the two of them, and feel your chest compress. It’s almost like you can feel everyone else looking at you – Jean and Mikasa, Historia at your side – and you choose to ignore it for the time being. 
“I don’t want her to find someone else. I want to be her one and only for the rest of my life! And after I die, I want her to pine after me for at least ten years!” Eren responds. 
Armin pauses, lifting his hands to tousle his hair. 
“Oh. I didn’t think you’d say something so…pathetic…” Armin responds. 
Eren sighs, shoving his palms into the sockets of his eyes to still the crying. 
“Don’t tell Y/N any of this. I want her to find happiness. I really do…I don’t want to die. I can’t leave Y/N…or any of you.” 
Armin crouches down, hands heavy on his shoulders, as he pleads. 
It’s enough to make the wave of discomfort bubble up in your throat – because it’s the exact same as last time. And even in the fictional version, Eren won’t heed anyone’s advice. 
“Eren! Let’s keep trying! Let’s find another way!” Armin screams. 
You can’t watch them anymore. You reach for your script, giving Historia a smile, before you retreat to the dressing room and give Levi a wave as you pass. You can tell that he shoots you a concerned look, which you shake off, before you settle into one of the makeup rooms at the back and slam the door behind you. 
“We don’t need you till later.” 
“Yeah, I…just needed a breather from out there. Do you mind?” 
The stylist shakes her head as you shoot her a smile and settle into the chair. You lift the script again, still open on the page that they were just shooting out there, as you pause. 
You focus more carefully this time on the lines. You had read this scene when Eren wrote it – way back when, when he and Armin were still fighting. But Eren had given you the second half – about meeting each other in hell. 
You never read the part that he just said because Eren never wrote it. The only line that he was actually in the script was the first one, about how it would kill him. 
He had improvised the rest. 
It was like a lingering thought that was in the back of your mind at all times. 
Now that your previous excuse, that you needed everything to be settled before you could even think about Eren, was virtually gone. 
You had done the awards show, you had given your performance. And as annoying as it was, Eren was right. The heaviness of letting go was because now you had to move forward, because that chapter of york ife was sealed now. Danny and Sareen, Scott Clarkson and Hyla, Ricky even – they were always just going to be a footnote from here on out. 
Which is why you spent all three days of the break that Levi and Hange gave you thinking about Eren. About what would be the right way to approach him again. And every idea that you came up with seemed horrible, not good enough to bring him back. 
Deep down, you knew that Eren wanted you. That some part of him still loved you, and that if you made the move, he wouldn't reject you. 
The fear was what came after that. What if your relationship wasn’t the same? What if you two had changed too much, that there was just too much baggage that you both came with, that it would eventually drag you down? 
Then you’d really lose Eren forever. It almost felt safer to keep it the way it was now. 
But that came with its own mess. Because Eren wouldn’t wait for you forever and if you had to watch him move on with someone like Sofia, the same way Historia had to watch Ymir, you’re positive that you would handle it worse than her. 
There’s a knock on the door and it’s almost like you’ve summoned her by thinking about her. Because Historia’s peeking into the room, gesturing for you to follow her out. And you oblige, as the two of you quietly march back to the townhouse, arm in arm. 
--
Historia takes you straight to her room. And you note the sign scribbled on the door, how Historia’s crossed Ymir’s name out as you walk in. You both settle into the sheets, Historia throwing the throw blanket over the two of you, as you stare up at the ceiling. 
It’s quiet. And the thoughts are racketing around in your brain like a pinball machine. 
“I’m getting deja vu.” Historia states. 
You laugh. 
“Tell me about it.” you respond. 
“Can I tell you something that won’t help in any shape or form?” Historia responds. 
“Please.” 
“He improvised all of those lines.” Historia responds. 
“I knew that already. I realized it when I went into the stylist’s trailer.” you respond. 
“Well, he kept going after you left. He’s either down horrendous or he really wants to win an award.” Historia responds. 
You smile. 
Eren probably would win an award for this. And if he was lucky, he’d win Actor in a Leading Role – and actually get to celebrate it this time around. 
The thought of getting to win a triple threat again crosses your mind, but falls dead in its tracks. No one’s ever gotten it twice. And it was insinuated enough that it was more of a…lifetime achievement award, so your chance was already out the door. 
“So. You said no when she proposed to you?” you ask. 
She doesn’t respond. You look over to find her staring at the ceiling, her eyes almost blank. You reach for her hands under the blanket, following her lead instead of asking again. 
You can only imagine how agonizing it must be to watch someone as…nonchalant as Ymir beg on her hands and knees. 
“I would have married her.” she whispers. 
You feel your chest tighten, as you pinch your eyes shut. This is exactly what you didn’t want to hear. 
“I-I really would have, I swear. I just wasn’t ready.” Historia repeats. 
The retort is on the tip of your tongue. How were you not ready when you’ve loved Ymir since you were kids? 
But then again, you’ve loved Eren since then you were kids too. And you have yet to muster up enough courage to go for him, when he’s standing right in front of you basically waiting for it. 
“It was really perfect. She had invited everyone to fly out and come watch us, after I was done touring. Levi and Hange were there, Sasha and Jean, even Erwin was there. And they were all watching from afar and…and she…” 
Historia pauses. 
“I…I was already crying when she started by saying my dear, Historia. I could see the little box in her hand and I knew what was coming. And then she….she dropped to her knees.” Historia starts. 
She shakes her head, almost like she’s trying to rid herself of the mental image. 
“I always had this stupid running joke, ever since we first got together, that Ymir would never humble herself to propose on her knees. That…that was never really her style, to do something like that even though I’ve always wanted someone to propose to me like that. I’m more traditional and…and Ymir really hates that type of shit, so I just figured she wouldn’t do it when the time came.” 
You sigh. 
“I only knew the answer was no when she actually got on her knees and asked me. Because…because if it was me, I…I wouldn’t ever do that for her.” Historia adds. 
“What?” 
“I wouldn’t do that for her. If getting on my knees and proposing wasn’t my style, I wouldn’t get on my knees and propose. But…Ymir would, for me. And I know it’s fucking stupid and not that serious, but I just…” 
Ymir loved Historia, more than Historia loved her.
“I couldn’t say yes in good faith… because I wouldn’t give something up for her like that. Or…or for anyone, at that time. Even if it was something as trivial as where you stand while you’re proposing.” Historia states. 
You pause. You can tell what she’s trying to get at, though the comparison is hardly fair. 
“Well, your career is hardly trivial to you. But in all honesty, I don’t think you’d lose your career if you were a popstar who was gay.” you note.
Historia sighs. 
“I know you don’t feel the same way. I know that…that a lot of you don’t and that…that I must seem stupid but. But –” 
You hear her sniffle, turning your side to note that there’s tears flowing out of her eyes. 
“I’m not a bad guy for wanting to keep my career the way it is now. I’m not the villain for saying no to her proposal and not wanting people to know that I’m gay. Getting to make music, being in shows like this – it’s what I love. You know that most things like this are…are temporary anyways. I still need something I can fall back on.” she responds. 
You deflate. There was a small part of you that was hoping that she would deny it. That this wasn't really the reason that she said no. You lean closer to her, resting your head against her shoulder. 
“No one thinks you’re the bad guy, Historia. And you’re not the villain for wanting to keep your own life private. We…we just don’t like that you think you can’t be a popstar and be gay at the same time. There’s….there’s so many people who are successful. Just look at Hange.” 
Historia shakes her head. 
“Hange…doesn’t count to me. I had even tried to talk to them about it, but…it didn’t really apply. They even agreed with me.” 
“What do you mean?” 
“Hange blends in more than I do. Then Ymir and I would. They’re dating Levi and...if you didn’t know, you would think they’re a straight couple. On the outside, when they walk on red carpets together, they still look normal to people. But if Ymir and I…” 
“It would be different. There would be no question.” you respond. 
“You know that Hange gets overlooked for certain opportunities, right? Imagine if it were me. I’m not charismatic like Satoru Gojo and…and maybe I don’t want to have to forge my own path. I get that it’s glamorous to do things like this to some people but…it feels unfair that everyone else gets to do things normally but I have to be some trailblazer just to get to the same place.” 
You don’t know what to say. Because it makes complete sense to you. And she had checked you on what you had been thinking yourself. 
That Historia was insanely talented and that she’d continue to prove herself just as she did before people started doubting her. That when she came out of it at the end, people would love and praise her – for going above and beyond mere expectations that were put on her and staying true to herself. 
But it wasn’t fair. And you know well enough now, there’s nothing glamorous or fulfilling about climbing your way to the top like that. To have people speculate on every portion of your life, especially something so sacred like the ones you hold ear. To expect Historia to do it would be unfair. 
Eren’s words echo through your mind. Just because her priorities aren’t the same as ours doesn’t mean she’s wrong. 
It’s a silent thankfulness you have – that you and Eren are on the same page. You wouldn’t be able to handle it half as well as Ymir if he wasn’t. If he had picked his career over you.  
“Things like love aren’t temporary, though. You could have fallen back on her when things got hard.” you murmur. 
Historia scoffs. 
“You don’t believe that.” Historia seethes in response. 
“I do. There’s…there’s so many examples of it around us.” you respond. 
“I know that everyone’s on a high because Jean and Mikasa are getting married next week. But you weren’t here when they were fighting. I promise you, no part of that was pretty for Jean. She gave him more hurt than he deserved.” 
“But they moved past that! They love each other now.” 
“But not everyone does. Not everyone gets to rock bottom and climbs their way out – and in fact, most people don’t. Jean and Mikasa are the exception, not the rule. If you didn’t think that was true, you and Eren would be going to the wedding as a couple.” 
You sigh. She’s wrong. She’s so wrong – but you can’t throw it in her face. 
“It doesn’t seem like you really believe it either.” you respond. 
Historia shrugs. 
“Two things can be true at one time, Y/N. I can believe in love but know that Ymir and I are hopeless. We have been since she kneeled.” 
You reach for your notebook, which you had discarded on the floor, and for the shitty pen that was left in between the pages and scribble on the first open spot you find. 
sometimes you just don’t know the answer till someone’s on their knees and asks you 
The question bites at you. Historia still loves Ymir. 
“Would you say yes if she asked you now?” you ask. 
“Yeah. I think I would.” 
“Even if she got on her knees?”
“I’d crouch down just to be there with her.” Historia responds. 
The earnestness in the statement makes your heart crush. She was already too late. 
“What do you think about Sofia?” 
Historia rolls her eyes. 
“It’s irritating how likable she is. Like it actually pisses me off.” 
You snort. That sounds familiar. 
“Lacy, oh lacy…” you hum. 
“You’re not funny, bitch.” Historia responds, reaching to shove you in the side. 
You both laugh. 
“I wrote a few songs about her and Sofia. No one knew it was about them, but…but Ymir knew. Sofia knew, but she was too nice to say anything about it. I wrote this song called traitor, because technically, Ymir actually knew Sofia while we were still together. And she got mad because…” 
“Because how is she a traitor if you’re the one who said no…” you finish. 
“Yeah. It…it really hurt, Ymir. And maybe I did that on purpose, just because…I never actually expected her to move on. It felt like a betrayal to me.” Historia adds. 
“I know you’ve been making…comments here and there. To Sofia and Ymir. I know you don’t like her, but…you made your bed, Historia. You have to lay in it now.” you respond. 
She doesn’t respond. 
“I think Ymir and Sofia just want what’s best for you. Sofia is the one who wanted me to write a song with you about it, just…just so you could get some of it off of your chest. We all want you to be happy.” 
Historia pushes up off the bed, hiking her knees to her chest, as she buries her face into the hardness of her knees. You can tell that she’s racking out a sob, her breaths heavy, as you wrap your arms around her, resting your head against hers. 
“Historia–” 
“If Ymir wanted me to be happy, she would have gotten back together with me when I asked yesterday.” Historia mumbles. 
You cringe. 
“Don’t tell me you –” you murmur. 
“We…we were talking about how nice it was to be around each other again at the funeral. And Ymir was saying that…that I’d always be someone who would bring comfort to her, just like I did to her then. I thought she was trying to say that it was always going to be me so I asked. I begged her this time. And she said no.” Historia adds. 
“Historia, I’m so sorry. You–” 
She shakes her head. It’s almost like you’ve hit a brick wall, because instead of talking further, reaches for your notebook and scribbles the words onto the page with you. You can tell that the conversation is over, and that in true Historia fashion, she’s so stubborn she won’t touch it again. 
Wwith your permission, she rips the page out of the spine. The look she spares you over her shoulder before walking out of the room is haunting. 
--
Eren pops his head into your room an hour later. 
“Can you do me a favor?” Eren asks. 
“Can you stop asking me that?” you retort back. 
“My response is contingent on your answer.” Eren
“Yes. I can do you a favor, Eren. What is it?” 
Eren smiles, holding his hand out to you, as he all but yanks you off of your bed. 
“It’s not really a favor. I just wanted you to come into my room. Gabi and Falco are trying their outfits on for the wedding.” Eren responds. 
You smile as you walk straight across into Eren’s room, to find Gabi and Falco sitting eagerly on the couch. There’s four big boxes in his room, freshly delivered from the courier, as you take the seat next to Eren on the bed. 
“Okay. Falco, this is yours. Gabi, you can change in Y/N’s room and Falco take the bathroom. And don’t rip anything or you’re both going to the wedding naked.” Eren instructs. 
You watch as the two of them burst out into a fit of giggles, before they shuffle into their respective rooms with the hangers stretched over their shoulders. You turn to Eren, tapping on your thighs, as you wait for them to come back. 
“Your dress is here, too. If you want to try it on.” Eren offers. 
“Oh! Yeah, maybe I will. Are you going to try yours?” 
“Yeah. Yeah, I might.” Eren responds. 
It’s swelteringly awkward. You have no idea what to say. 
“I…found the song I wrote about Mikasa. Nico and Armin put together a backtrack for me so I’ll send it to you.” 
You watch as Eren’s eyes light up. 
“Thank you so much! I really hope she likes it.” 
“She will. You know how sentimental she is, I-I think she’s really going to love it.” you respond. 
“Speaking of. What are you getting Jean? I am morally obligated to hang you at the stake like it’s the Salem witch trials if it’s something bad.” 
You roll your eyes. 
“I actually need your help with my gift for Jean.” you state. 
Eren dramatically places his hands on his chest. 
“It’s your lucky day, Y/N! I live to serve. Especially when it’s you.” 
“When did you get so theatrical? Are you on something?” you state, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Not only am I extremely helpful, but I’m really generous too. I’ll give you some of my fix.” Eren responds, returning the energy back in full flesh. 
“Not me getting the princess treatment! What did I do to deserve this?” 
Eren shoves you in the side. 
“Shut up. What do you need my help with?” Eren asks. 
“Well…” 
It’s right at that moment that you hear Falco and Gabi’s giggly voices again, as they both run into the room. You immediately press your hands to your cheeks and nearly squeal at how cute they both look – and specifically melt at Falco’s bowtie matching Gabi’s dress. 
Seeing Falco wear suits is less cute than it was when he was a kid. Only because he looks like a full grown person, instead of being a sweet little kid, and it makes your heart hurt at how big he’s getting. 
You know that Falco can tell what you’re thinking and he preemptively complains about it. 
“Y/N. Quit looking at me like that. You’re embarrassing me.” Falco states. 
“Do you remember when you threw up on me in first grade? Don’t talk to me about being  embarrassing.” you scold. 
Eren shakes you off, before gesturing for Falco to walk closer to him. Eren’s readjusting the collar against the coat, tightening the tie, before he gets up and rummages around in his drawers. 
“Okay, Falco. I’m going to let you borrow my cuff-links for the wedding, but you have to promise to take really good care of them, okay? These are really special to me.”  Eren states. 
“Really, Eren? You’re going to let me wear them?” 
Eren reaches forward to lightly mess with Falco’s hair, before he hands him the box. Falco sticks his hand out as Eren secures them on for him, before offering him a smile. Falco’s sheer excitement makes your heart flutter – and melt that Eren so freely offered something of his own – as Falco excitedly shows them to Gabi at his side. 
“You didn’t have to do that.” you whisper. 
Eren shrugs. 
“Of course, I did. It’s Falco.” Eren responds. 
Eren turns back to the two of them, watching the excitement on his face, as they thank him profusely. 
“What’s special about the cuff-links, Eren?” Gabi asks. 
“I wore them at one of my first award shows where I won something for Attack on Titan.” Eren states. 
Gabi curls her nose in disgust. 
“Eren. You hate award shows. You don’t even care about awards!” Gabi complains. 
“You’re right. I don’t. But, it was a pretty memorable one for me. Got my first tattoo, performed with Y/N for the first time.” 
You turn to him, as he gives you a knowing smile, and you shake your head. And he has the nerve to call Mikasa over-sentimental. 
“Wait, Gabi. I have something for you too.” 
Eren watches as you quickly rush to your room, noting that you must really be rummaging through things in your dresser since he can hear you drop things and shout in pain, before you run back with a little blue box in your hands. 
You hold it open for Gabi, as she admires the little earrings. 
“Do you like them?” you ask. 
“I love them, Y/N.” 
“You can wear them at the wedding. Here, I’ll put them on for you.” 
Gabi excitedly pushes her hair back, as you watch Falco with his lovesick eyes as he observes you fixing them. You tuck her hair behind her ears as you admire her dress in full, squeezing her wrists. 
“You look beautiful, Gabi. They’re perfect.”
“Thank you so much, Y/N. I love you so much.” 
You can’t help but frown as she presses herself into your arms, returning her warm embrace in full. You look over at Eren, who wraps his arm around Falco and smiles at you. 
“Gabi! You’re going to be the prettiest girl at the party. You should have at least given Mikasa a fighting chance.” Eren jokes, as you watch Gabi shake her head and blush at the compliment. 
“You’re corny, Eren.” Gabi responds. 
“Do you have a date to the party, Gabi? It would make my night if the prettiest girl at the party walked in with me.” 
Eren’s so sweet. It reminds you of how Levi used to be with Sasha. 
“Sorry, Eren! You snooze, you lose. Falco already asked me.” Gabi responds, linking in her arm with Falco’s. 
Eren clutches his hands to his chest, giving the two of them a dramatic display of hurt, before he puts his hand on Falco’s shoulder. 
“Fair enough. You’re a very worthy opponent, Falco. Make sure you put the cuff links and the earrings back in the box nicely. And again, if you rip your clothes, you are going to the wedding naked.” Eren states. 
It’s an innocent thought that crosses your mind. That Eren would be a really good dad, when it came to it. 
The two of them wrap their arms around you again before they run out of the room again and Eren turns to you, narrowing his eyes. 
“You’re a copycat. You only got the earrings idea from me.” 
“You’re just bitter because she gave me a bigger reaction than Falco gave you.” you bite back. 
Eren shakes his head, as he starts shuffling through the tagged clothes and looking for your dress. 
“Have to ask. What’s so special about the earrings?” Eren states. 
You smile. 
“I wore them to Levi and Hange’s vow renewal.” 
It was the first time you and Eren said that you loved each other.  Eren turns back, giving you a soft smile. 
“You’re a sap.” Eren responds. 
“Takes one to know one.” you respond. 
Eren places the dress at your side. You eye the silver beading through the little zipper, admiring Mikasa’s cursive handwriting on the little label. 
“So what do you need my help with?” Eren asks. 
“Oh. Well.” 
You tap the open spot next to you. 
“When we were going to the awards show, Jean told me something. I had asked him back then if he was delaying his wedding because you and I were fighting. He said that it wasn’t just that, but it was because…he wanted you as his best man and he was having a hard time letting go of that thought when it was how he always imagined his wedding.” 
Eren nods. You figured Jean had told him as much. 
“He said that he’s always imagined his wedding the same way. That Mikasa would have long hair, a short train but a long veil. That you would be the best man and I would be the maid of honor. And that we’d sing a song for them, one that we wrote together for their first dance.” you state. 
Eren smiles. 
“Fuck. Your gift is way better than mine.” 
You laugh. 
“Is not.” 
“You’re giving Jean his dream wedding. I’m giving Mikasa America’s Funniest Home Videos.” 
“She loves that show!” you defend. 
“Alright, alright. I’ll help you write the song.” 
--
Levi attempts to ban Connie from coming to set the day you’re filming the kiss scene. Naturally, Connie decides to sneak in by dressing up as one of the crew members, before he’s dragged out by the ear when Hange catches him. 
You count yourself lucky that Hange and Levi had thought ahead and made sure that the cabin scenes were the last ones that you filmed for the show. Dead last – meaning everyone would have already been gone by the time you and Eren actually prepared to film them. 
It was enough consolation that you’d be alone with Eren in the last few days, before it was all really over. Similar to the way it really started, just the two of you in the townhouse.  
Eren’s sitting high in the makeup chair, lazily reading through the lines of the script, as the artists paint deep red lines into the sides of his cheeks. You give him a halfhearted wave as you take a seat a few feet away, cracking all your knuckles in nervous anticipation as they start powdering your face. 
Levi and Hange walk over, hands on their hips, as they look over to the two of you for weary eyes.
“Are you ready?” Levi asks. 
You give him a nod, Eren shooting two thumbs up to them, as they both squint their eyes. They don’t believe you.  
“Just one kiss. It’s not a big deal – you’re both grown adults. And you’ve done it before! So it’s not awkward. If anything, it’s like a peck. Just a quick one and you’ll be good, Y/N.” Hange adds. 
Eren glares at Hange.
“If it’s not awkward, why are you being weird about it?” Eren deadpans. 
Hange deflates. 
“Right then. Well, legs up in five!” Hange responds, before shuffling off to the other side of the room with Levi. You can hear the two of the murmuring under their breaths, rolling your eyes at how utterly disbelieving the two of them were of you. 
You turn to Eren, the two of you giving each other a shared annoyed look, before you turn back and focus on the scene at hand. You watch as the entire crew tasks themselves with testing the lights, pulling the cameras into view, and scribbling quickly on the clapperboard. 
It’s fairly simple. You just have to stand there and kiss him. No lines, no big confession – just one kiss.  
The cast stages you and Eren – bustling hands fixing the lapels of your clothes, the stray strands of your hair as you and Eren look at each other. 
“Hey.” 
Eren smiles. He seems fairly calm, considering things. You on the other hand, you can’t help but feel that bubbling ball of anxiety pulsating in your stomach. 
“Hi Y/N. How are you today?” 
“I’m good. Good, good. You?” you respond. 
“Great.” Eren responds. 
You shove your hands into your pockets, wiping the accumulating sweat on the inside of the pants, when you feel the little plastic box in your pocket. 
“I have something for you actually.” you add. 
You pull the box of Tic-Tacs out of your pocket, before holding them out in front of Eren. He gives you a hearty laugh, before cupping his hands and holding them out to you and you pour three in his hand, before downing your own. 
“That was very self-preservationist of you. But, I’ll have you know that I didn’t eat anything all day just to avoid this type of issue.” 
You snort. 
“No way.” 
“They had pizza for lunch. God forbid I taste like marinara sauce when you kiss me. I’m not a dog.” Eren responds. 
“I’ll admit. I did eat the pizza, but then I vigorously brushed my teeth for like five minutes.” you respond. 
Eren smiles, placing his hands on his cheeks. 
“All for me? I’m flattered, Y/N.” 
You smile. 
“Okay. So, like…do we need a gameplan? Do I lean towards the right? The left? Do you have a preference? Because I can –” 
You watch as Eren’s eyes go wide, as he looks at you like you’ve grown another head. 
You can tell that he’s trying not to laugh. You glare at him, huffing as you cross your hands over your chest. 
“What?” you seethe. 
“Are you…staging a kiss right now?” 
“Just so we’re on the same page! You know, I don’t want to just lunge at you and catch you off guard.” you respond. 
Eren smiles, before reaching forward and placing one of his hands on your neck. He uses his thumb to rub into the softness of your cheek, before narrowing his eyes at you. You can tell what he’s trying to say. 
Relax. 
“Okay, okay. I’ll just do what feels right. Sorry for being weird.” you respond. 
Eren shrugs. 
“S’not weird. I just think you’re overthinking it. We’ve done it hundreds of times. It’s on your move anyways, so you’re in control.” Eren responds. 
“You guys ready?” 
You and Eren look over at Levi and Hange, their legs crossed in the director’s chair, as you give them a nod. You turn back to Eren, who gives you a mini-salute, as you back up a few steps and shake your hands at your sides. 
“Alright, Y/N, we’re rolling. On your move.” Levi calls. 
It’s like your feet are cemented into the ground. You can feel the unease that had been pooling in your stomach all day wash over you as you become acutely aware of how thick and warm the air is. It’s almost like it’s weighing down on you – hanging heavy on your skin, nearly throwing you off balance. 
You try to shake the feeling off, shutting your eyes before cracking each of the knuckles in your fingers. You can see it out of your peripheral vision, Levi shifting his head to the side to look at Hange, and the embarrassment bubbles in your throat. 
“I’m good. I just need a second, sorry.” 
Levi shakes his head. 
“Take your time. Whatever feels right.” Levi responds, giving you a comforting enough smile. 
It’s just a kiss. You’ve done it hundreds of times. 
The walk towards him, though it’s only two or three steps, is excruciatingly long. The clothes are too starched, too constricting, as you reach forward, and press your hands to Eren’s cheeks. The makeup pressed to his skin comes off on your hand, as you tilt his head up – slotting your lips against his. 
Eren’s quick with it. His lips quickly glide over yours, the familiar taste of the mint you had just offered him lingering, as he lifts his hands too, pulling your face closer to his. 
Eren can feel it – your entire body freezing against his, like the first time he had ever kissed you. The urge to swoop in and fix it, even though you’re the one who was supposed to take the lead is too overwhelming. 
He knows it’ll crush you if you don’t do it right. 
(And maybe Eren’s a little selfish.)
You can feel the blood rushing to your head, as Eren brings his hands up – one hand cupping your cheek and the other one slithering around your back to pull you closer. You nearly gasp into his mouth as he leans forward this time, the softness of his hands making you melt in his hands. 
It’s Eren. Tender, soft, and intoxicating. You don’t want to stop. You return the kiss in full this time, properly leaning forward and giving it back. 
But Eren’s the one who pulls away, resting his head against your forehead, as he lightly squeezes at your neck, where his hands are resting. You’re both panting in tandem, eyes still pinched shut and foreheads pressed together, as you swallow hard and try to catch your breath. 
“Hey guys. Quick note for you.” 
You both flinch at the sound of Hange’s voice in your ears, awkwardly taking a step away from each other, as a different embarrassment washes over you. You avert your eyes from Eren and look at Hange, who shoots you a weird look before focusing back on Eren. 
“Hm? What, Hange?” Eren mumbles. You can see him out of your peripheral vision – lifting his fingers and pressing them to his lips, a slight shake in his hand. 
“Eren, honey. She just decapitated you. Like, cut your head off. You are dead.” Hange clarifies. 
“Right?” Eren hums. 
“So, you can’t use your hands to kiss her. You don’t have hands anymore! And…and that was way too lively for someone who is supposed to be dead. Tone down the excitement a little.” Hange responds before shuffling off, as Eren’s cheeks go bright pink. 
Eren turns back to you, giving you a sheepish smile, as you shake your head. 
There was no need to be embarrassed. Not when you were the one who led wrong and he was trying to fix it. 
Not when you enjoyed that way more than you should have. 
Eren watches as you march back to your spot, shaking your hands at your side, as you fix your hair. Eren turns back to look at Hange and feels the humiliation increase when they mouth something that looks an awful lot like touch starved. 
Eren throws the thought out of his mind as he leans back again, tucking his hands behind his back. The situation is less than ideal, with his eyes closed – because Eren doesn’t really clock that you’re kissing him until you’re actually doing it. 
It’s your sweet hands cradling his face and then the warmth against his lips – before he can feel himself sinking into your embrace.
You can tell that Eren’s more apprehensive this time, as you flutter your eyes shut and lightly bump your nose against his on accident. You pull him up closer to you, scanning his face and smiling, before you lean forward and rub into the skin on his cheek. You can’t help but smile as you lean forward, the anticipation palpable as you press your lips to his. 
Eren can still feel his heart thrumming, at the way you’re so carefully holding him like glass, while making him feel like his body was on fire. He’s caught off guard when he feels your tongue against his, unable to contain his smile. 
You pull back, your lips burning and skin humming, as Eren looks at you, with a soft smile on his face. You give his cheek a little pinch, which he responds to by giving you a wink, before Levi walks over – his hands crossed over his chest. 
Eren groans. 
“What did I do now?” 
“Not you, Eren. Y/N. Well, you too, but she started it. Y/N, you just murdered the love of your life. LIke fully, had to be the one to murder him even though you didn’t want to because you were the only one strong enough to do it.” 
“Right.” 
“Could you not…smile into the kiss? You have no reason to be smiling.”
You cringe. 
“Right! Right, so sorry, Levi. Won’t happen again.” 
“Okay, because. You smile and then he smiles because you did. And again, just for extreme clarification, he is dead. This is supposed to be sad.” 
Levi rolls his eyes, as he shuffles back to the chair. You spare him a glance while Eren isn’t looking and he mouths something that looks an awful lot like the word freak. You shake him off, as you turn back to Eren, giving him a sheepish smile. 
“Sorry.” you offer. 
“Not a problem. I love it when you smile.” Eren responds, running his fingers over his lips again before he drops them. 
You can feel your head spinning. 
“Okay. Last one.” you clarify. 
“Third time’s a charm, princess.” Eren responds. 
You walk back to the spot, before you wait for Levi to give you the cue. And this time, walk forward as slowly as you can and repeat it to yourself. No hands, no smiling, no tongue.  
You reach forward, placing your hands around his neck, and lean forward. You slide your lips over his, circling your fingers into his neck to ground yourself into the touch rather than his intoxicating smell, as you kiss him. It’s overwhelmingly tender this time – the way you linger over him, before you pull back and let go. 
But the second you pull apart, it’s an immediate pang in your chest. It felt too final. 
“That was great guys! That’s the one.” Hange responds, as you look over and give them a smile. 
You awkwardly drop your hands, letting go of Eren, as he offers you a polite smile in response, holding out his hand to give you a high-five. You oblige, slapping your hand into his, though you can’t help but notice that the smile he gave barely reached his eyes. 
--
On your way out, you can feel the steaming that was pooling under your skin fizzle out as you walk out into the cold air, as you start marching on the pavement back to the townhouse. You prepare yourself for the unnecessary barrage of questions, and for how irritating Connie can be, as you push into the foyer. 
When you walk into the main room, it’s unexpectedly quieter than you thought it was going to be, the faint sound of the piano getting louder as you walk closer. And when you push into the room, the quiet warmth that was blooming under your skin is replaced with an ice cold pinch when you catch sight of what’s happening. 
Historia’s playing the piano, for the group of them. 
Mikasa looks up at you immediately, giving you wide eyes, as you press your hands to your temples, and look to your left. Jean and Connie give you the same look, the group of you all sweltering in the awkwardness, as you avert your gaze back to Historia. 
You booked the night train for a reason So you could sit there in this hurt
Bustling crowds or silent sleepers You're not sure which is worse
Because I dropped your hand while dancing Left you out there standing Crestfallen on the landing Champagne problems
Your mom's ring in your pocket My picture in your wallet Your heart was glass, I dropped it Champagne problems
Eren walks in right behind you, nearly bumping into you, as you press your hand to his forearm and squeeze hard. 
“Wha-” 
“Be quiet!” you whisper. 
Eren gives you a puzzled look, as you watch his eyes scan around the room, and watch the realization register in his face. He looks down at you, giving you an awkward look, as you shake your head. The two of you avert your gaze to the left again, to find Sofia crying with one of her hands pressed to her chest. 
How evergreen, our group of friends Don't think we'll say that word again And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls That we once walked through
One for the money, two for the show I never was ready, so I watch you go Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you
"She would've made such a lovely bride What a shame she's fucked in the head, " they said But you'll find the real thing instead She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred
Watching Ymir is like watching someone get sucker punched in the face in real time. It reminds you of the same reaction that Eren gave you the other day, while you were filming, a visceral physical reaction. You watch as Ymir stumbles back, nearly loses her balance, as the tears start collecting in her eyes. 
And even worse, watch as Sofia tries to reach for her but Ymir pushes her away. 
And hold your hand while dancing Never leave you standing Crestfallen on the landing With champagne problems
Your mom's ring in your pocket Her picture in your wallet You won't remember all my Champagne problems
You won't remember all my Champagne problems
The second she stops playing, Ymir runs up the stairs – her feet leaving a pounding sound before the door slams shut. And you watch as Sofia takes a deep and heavy breath, before running out the front door. 
--
You find Sofia two hours later, a block and a half away from the townhouse, on a bench. You reach down, picking up her bike off of where it’s toppled on the concrete, and rest it against the edge of the armrest, before taking the seat next to her. 
Sofia doesn’t hesitate to talk – like almost half of the people you know. 
“Is Ymir okay?” she asks. 
You shake your head. 
“Last I know, Eren and Mikasa went to talk to her. I’m sure they talked her down.” you respond. 
Sofia gives you a nod, inhaling shakily, as she hikes her knees to her chest. You can barely see her face – the hood pulled over her head obscuring her face – as she presses her cheeks into her knees. 
“I didn’t think she was going to sing it. I’m really sorry, I –” 
“Did you know that Historia asked Ymir to get back together with her yesterday?” 
You deflate. 
“Yes. She told me right before I went to film with Eren.” you respond. 
Sofia doesn’t respond. It’s chilling – to see someone you’ve only seen smiling for the past week and a half so defeated in one fell swoop. And even more than that, knowing how small it can feel to be competing with things that feel larger than life, in an entire world that you don’t feel like you’re a part of. 
“Ymir said no. I know she really loves you.” you offer. 
“I know she did. She came and told me right after it happened. She walked in all hot and heavy, nearly red in the face, pissed at the audacity Historia had to say that.” Sofia states. 
She pulls her hood back, resting her head against the back of the bench, as she flutters her eyes shut. 
“There’s nothing that…that gets Ymir moving like Historia. Whether she’s mad…or happy…or sad, no one can make Ymir feel as much as Historia does. If Historia and her have a good talk about how they’re always going to be important to each other, she’s on top of the fucking world. If she gets on her hands and knees and begs for her back, it’s enough to send her into a blind rage. And if she sings a song about how she got away…it’s enough to send her sobbing into her room.” 
You swallow hard. 
“I feel like I’m intruding on people who are meant to be. I don’t think I should be here.” she adds, her voice cracking. 
You shake your head.
“Ymir really loves you, I-I can just tell by the way that she looks at you. It would kill her if you left, Sofia.” 
She shrugs. 
“I know I’m never going to be Historia. And I know that first loves and…and sexual awakenings or whatever are sacred to people, but…I can’t sit here when I’m not even a part of the competition. I’m smart enough to know when two people still care about each other more than they should. I feel like I’m committing a fucking crime by keeping them apart.” Sofia responds. 
You bite down into the hardness of your cheek, before leaning your head against her shoulder. She welcomes the touch, leaning her own against yours before you break the silence. 
“I don’t necessarily think you’re wrong. There isn’t anyone that gets Ymir going like Historia. But that doesn’t mean that they’re right for each other. It doesn’t mean that you aren’t Ymir’s perfect match.” you respond. 
You shift. 
“Just because Ymir gets to these big…big emotions with Historia doesn’t make her better than you. In fact, I think that’s the leg that you have up on her. Why you’re the one who is marrying Ymir and not her.” 
“Really?” she whispers. 
“I’m not sure how familiar you are with Jean and Mikasa’s situation but –” 
“I know. Jean slept over at our house once when they were fighting. We ate ice cream together at three in the morning and talked till the sun rose.” 
You smile. 
“Jean told me that there’s lots of different types of love that you have in your life. And I just think that there’s one person…or one situation that deeply cuts into you, so hard that it changes you. I think that’s what Historia is for Ymir. Because to her, it must have been devastating that she would have done anything, that she could have changed herself any type of way, and she still wouldn’t be enough for her. I think that would get anyone moving, being reminded of the deep hurt, the complicated feelings that come with that person.” you respond. 
You feel your phone buzz, as you look at the little screen. 
[eren]: did you find her?  [eren]: ymir wants to see her.  [eren]: really badly. 
You respond back, before turning back to her. You have to turn this around for Ymir. 
“The big feelings aren’t the ones you chase after, Sofia. They fizzle out eventually, when the spark is gone. You pick based on comfort, on consistency. And Historia’s never…been consistent. She could never give Ymir what she wanted like you could. Like you do.” 
Sofia gives you a halfhearted smile. 
“You’re really sweet, Y/N. I really like you.” 
You smile, your chest panging with hurt. 
“I really like you too, Sofia. I hope you know that Historia didn’t do any of that to hurt you. She just…feels first, thinks second. It’s how she’s always been. And it’s not fair to you, but…but I hope you know it’s not personal. Or anything about you.” 
Sofia puts a hand on your shoulder. 
“Thanks.” 
You can tell that she’s ruminating over your words and the two of you sit there quietly, dangling your legs over the side of the bench, as you wait for Ymir. Your stomach rumbles loudly, as you shoot her an apologetic smile. 
“Sorry. I didn’t take my lunch after Eren and I were done filming.” 
Sofia’s eyes light up, through the redness and puffiness. 
“Didn’t you kiss?” 
You groan. You only oblige the conversation because you know she means well. 
“Yes. We kissed.” 
“Was it hot?” Sofia asks. 
You snort. 
“Um…kind of. I accidentally used my tongue the second time.” 
Sofia gasps, excitedly pressing her hands to her chest as she leans forward. 
“The second time? Meaning you did it more than once?” you ask. 
You bury your face in your hands. 
“Three times. He…he got too into it the first time. Then I got too into it the second time. It’s supposed to be a really sad scene but –”  
“But you guys are horny, I get it.” Sofia finishes. 
“We’re not–” 
“Ymir says you guys eye fuck each other. I thought she was being kind of crude, but you really do.” 
You groan. 
“Sofia–” 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You guys are actually really cute and I hope you don’t think we’re all pressuring you. I just think it’s really neat the little things you guys do for each other. Connie was telling me about the mints that you got him before you kissed.” 
“Oh. Yeah. I was just kind of trying to break the ice so he was comfortable and stuff.” 
“No, I totally get what you mean. Okay, like. The first time Ymir and I went on a date, I was so ready to kiss her – I had been thinking about it all week. And before we got into the car, I ate an entire box of Altoids.” 
“An entire box? Doesn’t that get painful after a while?” 
“Listen, she’s like way out of my league. I had to impress her! Plus, it gets rid of that doubt in my head when I lean in and stuff.” 
“You wanted to impress her with minty breath?” 
“Okay, don’t question my methods. She’s my fianceé now. After we kissed and I went home,  Ymir told me that she really enjoyed it. So every time I went to see her, I would eat another box just so that she would enjoy it again.” 
“You know that Ymir hates mints, right?” 
“Is this just common knowledge that everyone knew or something? I literally had no idea. Mikasa told me a month later and I was fucking furious. God, I never bought another pack again.” Sofia complains. 
“You didn’t? I thought you said it got rid of the doubt.” 
“Yeah but, why would I? She doesn’t like them. I got over it.” Sofia states. 
You pause, leaning your head back. You refuse to comment on it, because winning her over was Ymir’s battle. And you surely hoped Ymir would be able to do it, because this was, in fact, her perfect match. 
Who would give up trivial things for her, like kneeling on the ground or chugging mints, just because Ymir asked. Just because it would make her happier. 
“How did Connie know I gave Eren the mints? Hange kicked him out.” you state. 
“Oh. He climbed onto the roof. That kiss was really important to him and Mikasa.” Sofia states. 
You roll your eyes. 
“Of course it was.” 
You scoff, before shaking your head. It’s enough to make her laugh through her tears. And surely enough, Ymir and Eren appear after twenty minutes – out of breath and panting. You take the cue and jump off the bench, reaching for Eren’s outstretched hand, as the two of you quietly walk back to the townhouse and leave them to it. 
“They’ll be fine.” Eren murmurs, trying to pull you into walking the other way. He’s trying to reassure you. 
You look up at him and smile. 
“Yeah, I’m sure they will be.”
--
Jean and Mikasa don’t do bachelor or bachelorette parties. Early on, Eren had clocked that something like that, a party celebrating them get married without the other present, wasn’t something that wouldn’t even be remotely fun to them. 
But you still had to do something. Which is why Eren settled for throwing the two of them a laid back party after filming at the end of the week, with enough alcohol for them to get drunk to their hearts desire. 
“Sometimes I have genuine concern for how their livers are still functioning.” Eren states. 
You avert your gaze from Gabi and Falco – who are sitting in the corner playing a very intense game of cards together and giggling – to Jean and Mikasa, who are very drunkenly dancing with Niccolo and Sasha, who unfortunately got roped into it. 
“Tell me about it.” you respond. 
You can’t help but smile as Niccolo takes turns spinning Mikasa around, as Sasha and Jean attempt a very dangerous version of a dip, which results in Jean dropping her flat on the floor. Eren’s ready to jump up, but Armin gestures for him to keep sitting before jumping up. 
“Sometimes I think it’s sweet though. I think back to all those award shows and realize that they probably had a really great time together. Just dancing together, enjoying each other's company.” you respond. 
“Yeah. That first one we did though was really fun. I mean, Sukuna and the lollipop thing was like really fucking annoying. But besides that, I really liked that we were all just sitting together having a good time.” 
You snort. 
“Do you ever think about how…important moments seem after the fact? And that…sometimes you don’t really know how much something will mean later?” you ask. 
“What do you mean?” 
“When we went to Seattle, I was talking with Lana. And I was telling her that Sukuna and I are nowhere near as close as you and her are. And she was telling me that Sukuna and I were like that. And that back then, when I met him, I was the one of the first people to kind of… understand that he was joking. To not immediately think bad of him or be weirded out by it, I guess.” you respond. 
Eren shrugs. 
“I guess. I mean, you showing up for my birthday dinner, it must have seemed to you that I was being so reserved when I left with Hyla. But that was the moment for me that I knew I wanted to be out of that thing, that kind of started everything.” Eren responds. 
You feel your cheeks heat up. And you’re sure that the four shots that Mikasa gave you earlier, the slight buzz in your veins, is what makes you say it. 
“This is one of them too. The important moments I’ll look back on.” you respond. 
You watch as Eren’s eyes go wide, before he awkwardly scratches at the back of his neck and smiles at the ground. 
“How so?” 
“All of this time that I get to spend with you. It’s up there, with everything else.” 
Eren reaches forward, linking his hand in with yours, before he squeezes three times. 
“Me too.” 
The two of you keep your hands that way, linked together and raised in the air, before the wind nearly gets knocked out of you by Jean leaning his entire weight on you. You can see that Mikasa is doing the same to Eren, hands tangled around his neck and nearly strangling him. 
“Did you guys know you’re the best maid of honor and best man ever?” Mikasa whines. 
Eren takes her hands, untangling them from cutting off his circulation, before letting her lean against his shoulder. You can see that he’s pleasantly surprised from the affection, wrapping his arm around her and leaning his head against hers as well. 
“Yes, Mikasa. We know.” Eren responds. 
“Stop being cocky, Eren.” Jean grumbles, as you turn your head to the side to smile at him. 
“Yeah, Eren.” you respond, emphasizing each syllable as he rolls his eyes. 
Eren shakes his head at the two of you, before looking down at Mikasa. 
“Are you ready for your gift, Mika?” Eren asks. 
“What? Really?” 
Eren gives her a nod as she nearly jumps up with excitement, teetering on the heels of her feet as Eren momentarily disappears to grab the little tape. Jean looks down at you, giving you a steely glare, as you roll your eyes. 
“What, Jean?”
“You are getting me a gift, right?” 
“Do you think I’m a nutjob? Obviously, I’m getting you a gift. You’re getting married.” 
“It better blow my fucking mind, Y/N. I have seriously high hopes after finding out what Eren got Mikasa.” 
You grin. 
“Trust me. It’s going to be everything you wanted and more.” 
Jean glares at you. 
“I don’t like your tone. If it’s a gag gift, you’re not meeting any of my children.” 
“They’re also Mikasa’s children. She’ll let me see them.” 
“No, I won’t let her.” 
“You don’t own the kids, Jean.” 
“The fuck do you mean? They’re my kids.” 
You elbow him in the sides. 
“These aren’t even real kids yet! Why are you getting territorial over people who don’t even exist yet?” 
Mikasa slings her arm around both of your shoulders, before squeezing the two of you way too hard under her grip. The two of you give each other wide eyes as she nearly cuts off your circulation and scolds both of you. 
“Why are you guys always so mean to each other? I thought you guys were getting along.” 
“We do get along!” Jean responds. 
“So along! We’re two peas in a pod!” you respond. 
Mikasa slightly loosens her grip as Eren walks up, twisting the little CD in his hand, as he eyes the three of you. She absentmindedly links her arm in with his and Jean, as Jean and Eren mimic their motions and loop you into the circle. 
There’s tears bubbling in her eyes, as you and Eren spare each other a glance, and prepare yourself for the waterworks that are going to follow. Mikasa was always an emotional drunk. 
“Thank you guys for planning such a good party for us. And for being really good friends to us.” Mikasa responds, voice cracking. 
You smile, cheeks nearly hurting, as you squeeze Eren and Jean’s arms. 
“Of course, Mikasa. You-” 
“We’re never going to be able to repay you both. I never forgot how many times you both took the fall for us back in the day whenever Levi got mad at us for switching our rooms around. And that you guys always did it whenever we asked.” 
Eren shakes his head. 
“I promise that we wanted to switch rooms just as badly as you guys did. Relax, Mikasa.” 
“I want you guys to be so happy. You guys are both such good people that it makes my heart hurt. You’re so, so perfect for each other.” 
You can feel Eren stiffen at your side as your cheeks heat up, the awkwardness sweltering in the air. 
“Thank you, Mikasa. That’s very sweet of you.” 
“I want my kids to be like ring bearers or flower girls at your wedding! I want our kids to be best friends like we were best friends and make those stupid videos like we used to do back in the day.” 
“Speaking of those videos, can I give you your gift now, Mikasa?” Eren asks. 
Mikasa lifts her hands, wiping the wetness off of her face, as she nods. Eren walks towards the TV, setting up the little video player, as you grab the group of them and signal them to join you around the couch to watch the video. 
The song starts playing, the soft little piano, of a song you had coincidentally written about Jean and Mikasa years prior. You and Jean had visited Mikasa on the set of one of her old films, Emma, and you had half heartedly scribbled some lyrics about it. You were able to find the old book in the back of your drawers and piece it together properly with Armin and Niccolo’s help. 
When Emma falls in love, she paces the floor Closes the blinds and locks the door When Emma falls in love, she calls up her mom Jokes about the ways that this one could go wrong She waits and takes her time 'Cause Little Miss Sunshine always thinks it's gonna rain When Emma falls in love, I know That boy will never be the same
'Cause she's the kind of book that you can't put down Like if Cleopatra grew up in a small town And all the bad boys would be good boys If they only had a chance to love her And to tell you the truth, sometimes I wish I was her
Eren pieced together the perfect videos. You’re positive that he’s stolen from all of Levi’s old tapes, as well as the dumb camera that the group of you all used in the early seasons. The clips are all of Jean and Mikasa – of such seemingly unimportant moments that nearly make your heart burst at the sight of the two of them now. 
There’s sprinkles of you and Eren in the videos, of the two of you recording them in the background holding hands when you were trying to catch their attention. And of Connie and Reiner just blowing kissy faces at them or Sasha and Bertholdt trying to imitate the two of them. 
Nearly everyone’s laughing at the clips – at how little Jean and Mikasa look at all of the clips – and Mikasa secures her hand in with yours. 
“Is that you singing? Did you write this song about me?” 
“Yeah. Way back when you filmed Emma.” 
You can see her face curl up in emotion, before she leans her head against your shoulder. She still has one of her hands wrapped in with Eren’s, stopping every few seconds to give him a really big smile that you can tell means the world to him. 
Emma met a boy with eyes like a man Turns out her heart fits right in the palm of his hand Now he'll be her shelter when it rains Little does he know, his whole world's about to change
'Cause she's the kind of book that you can't put down Like if Cleopatra grew up in a small town And all the bad boys would be good boys If they only had a chance to love her And to tell you the truth, sometimes I wish I was her Yeah, between me and you, sometimes I wish I was her
The clip ends with the group of you hugging, when you had finished wrapping season one. You remember the moment distinctly – the dread that came with it. Because you didn’t know if you were going to get a season two, if anyone was even going to like the show, or if you’d ever see any of them again. 
Armin initiates it first, by leaning forward over the couch and wrapping his arm around Eren and Mikasa. And then one by one, you’re all piling on each other – warm tears in your eyes as everyone ruffles Jean and Mikasa’s hair – the two of them pink in the face with their tears. 
You stand up to pop the CD out of the box as you watch Eren and Mikasa give each other a long hug, Eren responding warmly to the babbling mess coming out of her mouth. 
“Eren. Eren, I love you so much.” 
“I love you too, Mikasa.” 
“This is perfect. This is so perfect, you’re one of my best friends ever, you know that?” 
Eren laughs, before placing both of his hands on her shoulders. 
“You’re one of my best friends too, Mikasa. Save one dance for me at the wedding, okay?” 
“Of course. Of course, of course we have to dance together. You can’t leave me hanging, Eren.” 
“This was my idea! And you’re the one who’s going to be so busy. Just don’t forget me.” 
You’re caught off guard from watching the two of them when you feel a tapping on your shoulder to find Ymir at your side. You give her a smile as you both lean against the wall. 
“Hey.” 
“I was wondering if you could do me a favor. You can say no.” Ymir states. 
“Yeah, of course. What’s up?” 
“That was…a really sweet song you wrote about Mikasa. I’ve always really loved how you can feel the emotion in songs you write.” 
You smile. 
“Is there any way that you could write a song with me? About Sofia? Because, we’re good but I want her to know that she means the world to me. And she’s been a fan of yours for so long that I think that it would be something that was really special to her. And I know that things are complicated because of Historia and that you might have picked a side, but I’m just asking you for this as your friend and –” 
“I’m on your side too.” you state. 
“Hm?” 
“Historia is my friend. But you are too. And I want you and Sofia to be happy, I really like her and I really like you.” 
You watch as Ymir deflates. 
“Really?” 
“You’re meant to be together. I think that she can really love you in the way that you deserve.” 
Ymir leans forward, uncharacteristically affectionate, as she wraps her arms around you and squeezes your arms. 
“You’re a really good person, Y/N.” Ymir states. 
You laugh. 
“You must be as drunk as Mikasa.” 
“No, no I really mean it. You always have really good intentions at heart. I know that your whole lover girl branding must be…frustrating to look at after everything that happened. But that’s always who you’ve been, with all of us. It’s a really good part of you.” Ymir states. 
You smile. 
“You’re speaking really highly of me. All I did was say I was going to write a song with you, Ymir.” 
“I think you deserve really good things. People have given you way too much hurt than you deserve.” 
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The following morning, you’re able to snag Armin to help you play Ymir’s song for Sofia. And surely enough, you can feel it radiating as you watch her face light up, the way she nearly beams at the two of you as you sing. 
You sit abandoned in the room, hours after Armin, Ymir, and Sofia trickle away. 
Only because it’s so overwhelming that it nearly suffocates you. The love in the room. 
Ymir and Sofia. Jean and Mikasa and Gabi and Falco. The way Eren and Armin have reconciled and how you always see Levi smiling at you from the back of the room when the group of you are messing around. 
You’re so full of it that you can barely breathe, so nervously anxious that it makes your stomach hurt. 
“You okay?” 
You look up to find Eren looking down at you. At the love in the room, staring at you so intently. 
“Yeah.” 
“I had a question.” 
You tap the open seat on the couch next to you, shuffling to the side, as he joins you. 
“Sure. What’s up?”
You watch as Eren leans forward on his knees, eyes trained on the ground as he cracks through each of the knuckles in his fingers. 
“You can say no. You don’t have to feel obligated to answer in any way because it was just an idea I had. I won’t be hurt if you don’t want to, or…or had other plans I don’t know about because you’re obviously entitled to that! And you know, it’s a harmless type of thing that I just wanted to –” 
“Eren.” 
He pauses, looking up at you. 
“Just ask.” you finish. 
“Will you be my date to the wedding?” Eren asks. 
You feel the butterflies swarming in your stomach as you smile at him, squeezing your hands into fists as you hold them close to your chest. 
“Really?” 
“Yeah. Yeah, I want to go with you. We’re doing a song together and…and we’re all good. It would be nice to be together, like we did back when we wrote invisible string. That and I kind of need you to point out all the love in the room for me just so I can remember it all.” Eren responds. 
You smile. 
“Of course. We’ll take turns. I’ll point one out and then you.” 
Eren grins. 
“Deal.” 
You reach forward, placing your pointer finger against his chest. He looks down before looking back up at you, confused. 
“What?” he asks. 
“You just asked me to point out the love in the room.” 
You watch as Eren leans his head back, unable to contain his smile, as he shoves your hand away and mimics the motion by pointing back.
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an: anyways ymir requests a song about her relationship with historia later on and they write you're losing me. and yes, you're losing me and champagne problems end up being about the same relationship. also historia being so jo march coded by saying she would accept ymir's proposal now that she's actually with someone else and can't have her....anyways jeankasa wedding oh we cried
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Look at him!!! Look at him posing with his cute little blushing plushie self
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New Levi, Eren, Armin, and Jean Chibi Illustration
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i need more bf armin if you can please🥹🥹
i’m such a hoe for this man so like
QUESTIONS WITH BF ARMIN 🎀
warnings: literally just gonna make you hate couples in love, i’m nauseous reading my own writing bc i want this so bad. a little suggestive but doesn’t get into it much
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context: y/n, as armin’s lovely girlfriend, asks him a series of questions in her own little interview that she records on her phone.
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it was your average Tuesday night, and you with your ever so spontaneous ideas wanted to sit down with your boyfriend of 2 years— Armin, to put him to the test on a multitude of semi-serious but mostly ridiculous questions.
you take in a deep overdramatic sigh, staring at your boyfriend with a dead-set look in your eyes “so, armin.” you cross your arms in front of you as you sit criss cross apple sauce straddled in his lap, with a small stack of flash cards held in your hands. your phone was stood up by a box of paper tissues off to the side, showing both you and your boyfriend in the phone screen recording.
“yes, baby?” he answers you with a soft dazed smile, his pupils dilated staring at you intently, hands on your waist drawing small circles waiting for you to ask him the oh-so-serious questions, he shouldn’t be scared. after all, they’re just some questions, right?
you stare at him with a glare trying to look intimidating, “question one…” you trail off dramatically.
Armin stares at you with a stifled smile, trying to remain serious just for your sake and to make you happy for this little TikTok trend you want to participate in again. He leans slightly forward to place a small chaste kiss on your cheek.
“that was not part of the question, i told you to be serious.” you huff jokingly but he just smiles brightly up at you.
“i can’t help it, you’re right here in my reach and you’re just so- ugh..” he emphasizes with a fake swoon and a chuckle.
“okay, AGHEM-”
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question number 1:
“what pet names do you call me the most? n’ what’s the favorite name that I call you?” you say sweetly. your eyes bore into his awaiting his answers while clutching onto your flash cards.
his fingers lightly tapped the sides of your legs, occasionally tracing small circles dazedly as he thought about it.
“i call you baby the most. i dunno what else. there’s sweetheart, angel, honey. momm-” he trails before you cut him off and stare at the camera with wide eyes. you clear your throat slightly side eyeing the camera before returning your view to him and his stupidly adorable dazed smile.
“OKAY! and what’s your favorite name that i call you, minnie?” you ask him with a tilt of your head, reaching a hand out to play with the tufts of his blonde hair.
he huffs, softly dropping his head onto your chest while wrapping his arms around you tighter, squeezing gently.
“mmm, i like everything you call me. but i think that one time i was uh like panicky and stressed and you called me baby, my heart kinda j-just like.. skipped. ya know? like what are they called— heart palpitations? in that situation it just made me feel really good.” he tilts his head up at you, his chin propped up, slightly rambling.
in this moment he really just looked like the embodiment of the cutest golden retriever ever.
you smile at him, “you’re just adorable aren’t you?” he reacts to this with a small blush forming on his cheeks shaking his head side to side slightly.
“y/n/n you have to cut off some parts of this video. i ramble too much when it comes to you i just start rapid firing shit out like i’m rapping.”
“it’s for comedic purposes. shush.”
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question number 2:
“if you would rather have me with the personality of your ex, or your ex with my body. who would you choose to date? choose carefully and think about what you say before you say it.” you tease him.
his eyes widen slightly as if you had just asked him the most life threatening question ever (honestly to him it could be).
“w-well..” he buffers. he looks up at the ceiling in deep thought or as if it’s gonna have an answer written out on it.
“i would remain single until you return back to normal.” he nods, seemingly assured that his answer was the right one.
you stare blankly at him, then at the camera, then back to him. “the audience is going to have to decide on that one.” you assert.
at this armin’s eyebrows furrow confusedly and his arms wrap around you tighter. “w-what? baby i don’t have much to work with here for an answer.” he sasses.
“you could’ve just said you would- you could like- well in the sense that.. yeah you’re lowkey right.” you shrug sheepishly.
he rolls his eyes jokingly, “can i ask you a question now?”
“if this is another question like gay son or thot daughter im not answering it.”
he laughs slightly, “no no no. it’s something different.”
you nod for him to continue, “what is it then?”
“uhhh can we turn off the camera for this one?” he looks at the camera quickly before returning his eyes back to you.
your eyebrows raised at his shy question, his gaze adverting from you and staring down at your his shirt that you are wearing.
“whisper it to me.”
pst pst pst whisper whisper whisper
you stare blankly at him after pulling the side of your head away from his face with a rosy pink blush now surfacing on your cheeks.
“s-so you see.. i can not answer that…?” you buffer just as he did earlier.
he giggled softly at your confuzzled expression and he squeezed your leg gently with his hand.
“mm see how you can’t answer that one either, angel?” he grinned smugly tilting his chin up at you slightly.
“oh shut up.”
(news flash: he asked you what position he hits it best in 😸)
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question number 3:
you grab your phone, quickly clicking the .5 button as the phone camera zooms out in view, now causing armin in the view of the camera to look a bit—stretched?
he stares up at the camera, the angle making his puppy eyes just like that much larger and cuter in the process.
“can we not film me from this angle, baby? i don’t get to look at you properly with the phone in the way.” he huffs slightly.
“no.”
“yes ma’am.”
“anyways, next question and i want you to think about this in depth.” you nudge him
he hums along, “i’m listening.”
“what made you realize you loved me?” you ask him deeply.
this question causes armins mind to suddenly blank over a tad bit just to reminisce about the first moments he met you.
he stares up into the camera as you try and withhold a laugh at how stupidly cute the .5 angle is making him look.
flashback:
it was junior year of high school, and at your lovely age of 17.
the teacher was passing back the recent scores from your latest exams. high school was definitely hard but you always seemed to manage with your high grades, expectations, and your extremely competitive nature.
the only person who seemed to have always come close to you or beat you was Armin Arlert.
*insert sparkle noises here*
yeah, he was a little infuriating when it came to competitive aspects but his pretty face lets him get away with it—but definitely not when it comes to you right?
the teacher came around the corner and placed your paper upside down on the surface of your desk. feeling confident with the results, you flip it over to reveal the high score of 98 percent on the white parchment. with a giddy smile, you turn directly behind you in your chair to come face to face with Armin.
only to see him already staring directly at you with a dimpled smile.
“98. what did you get, arlert?” you boast to him while holding up your paper.
“really? i can’t believe it after your poor performance last time.” he teased still grinning at you.
“i got a 90 last time, that’s not even poor.” you roll your ey at him with your mouth slightly agape. “what did you get if you’re so smart?” you huff.
he hummed, his glasses shifting slightly down the bridge of his nose as he leaned slightly forward closer to you in his seat, “a 94, y/n/n.” however his paper remained flipped over and his forearm rested on top of it.
you glanced down at his desk where his veiny arms lay upon the paper, your tried to squint to see some type of number in red but his arms covered it.
you brushed this off, instead focusing on how you scored higher than him as an even bigger smile now appeared on your face. “hm, better catch up next time, arlert.” you nudge him.
“you already know i will, princess.” he nods as his he leaned his head on his left hand looking into your eyes.
you turn around in your seat and face back towards your desk as the school bell rings to signal the next period of the school day. “i’ll see you tomorrow, might wanna get back to studying a little more.”
you pack up your bags, proudly stuffing the 98% exam in your bag. zipping up your backup, you smile, happily leaving the classroom oblivious to Armin’s lovingly proud gaze, as well as his now-flipped-over exam on his desk that revealed a 100%.
flashback over
armin looked up into your eyes with you still in his lap, disregarding the camera shoved into his face.
“i think the moment i realized i would do anything to make you happy, even lie and make myself look worse, is when i just knew i would do absolutely anything for you.” he gushed.
“like you didn’t even know i lied about half my scores until like a year ago. i just loved seeing you smile because you’re so just— ahh.” he hums as he throws his head back slightly and dramatically with a toothy grin.
you cup his cheeks in your hands as you trail your eyes over all his features. “i’m honored that if anyone was my academic rival, it was you, blondie.”
“oh stop it.” he gushed. “but yeah, i just knew when i just felt that weird feeling in my chest every time i saw you happy.”
your heart felt as if it was going to explode, sure you’ve been with armin for a solid 2 years. but this has never really ever been brought up.
“and i also realized when i had the urge to throw jean against a wall when he was flirting with you.”
“okay well atleast chivalry isn’t dead.” you sigh, armin laughs before reaching up slightly to place a gentle peck on your lips.
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let’s just say the peck led to other things because your lips now were noticeably swollen and your hair was messy from armin’s hands running through it.
you pick up your phone camera that was absentmindedly discarded when the two of your guys’ small peck definitely did NOT escalate into a make-out session **blame armin.
“so g-guys.” you take a second to collect your breath. “that’s some questions that my boyfriend answered. this definitely will get me banned if i post all the clips but they will be edited so..” you glance at armin who drags his eyes from up and down your body.
“yeah. i gotta go.” you quickly blurt before clicking the end record button then immediately drop your phone back onto the couch, crawling back into armin’s lap and continuing where you left off.
“love you, love you, love you.” armin mumbles against your lips, clutching his arms tighter around your middle.
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hi guys!! lets just pretend it hasn’t been 2 months since i last posted. i’m reading requests and im gonna try and put out as much as i can before spring break ends. thank you for all the love and support <3
also armin as a hot nerd is just everything i’ll ever need.
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saintkaylaa · 11 hours
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what would you do if i died…
(ft. levi, eren, armin, jean, reiner, & porco)
warnings: cursing, death, suicidal jokes, f!reader
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Levi opening the door of his house. Erwin kneeling with open arms to receive Levi's daughter.
Erwin: come on, give a kiss to uncle Erwin.
Levi: *picks her up* she doesn't give kisses to men, Never. She's going to be a nun ... Or a lesbian. I don't trust a single one around her.
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Levi's Intelligence
Levi's intelligence is often overlooked, probably because he's compared directly to Erwin and Hange. Erwin and Hange are both extraordinarily intelligent, but Levi is immensely intelligent himself. He is able to read people (better than any other character), and he knows how to make the best use of what he has available. Many other users have done a wonderful job expanding on Levi's emotional intelligence, so I wanted to expand on some of his feats of general intelligence:
I. Ability to Both Think Long-Term and Make Quick Decisions While in the Midst of Battle
After Historia and Eren are captured by Kenny and the MPs, Levi avoids immediately chasing after them—similarly to how he approached the situation with the Female Titan. The overall strategic goal still remained keeping Historia and Eren safe, but Levi was able to recognize in the moment that chasing after them would not have successfully led to achieving that objective. Levi adapted his tactics, and the Scouts were overall more successful in their mission because of it.
Without Erwin, Levi is able to lead his remaining team to safety and take down an MP compound without casualties. They are all able to regroup and come up with a plan to rescue Eren and Historia because of Levi's quick thinking and long-term planning during this battle.
II. The Reeves Negotiation
Much has been said about Levi's kindness and compassion in this arc, about how he's interested in saving the city of Trost at no tangible benefit to himself (and after being directly mistreated by its citizens earlier in the same arc), but what I want to bring attention to is (1) that he was able to recognize the opportunity for a negotiation and (2) his skills at bargaining.
Directly after taking down the MP compound (Chapter 54: "Location of the Counterattack"), Levi and his team encounter Dimo Reeves, the boss for the Reeves Company as well as the merchant responsible for blocking the Trost gate earlier in the series. Levi is able to intuit that there is more to Dimo Reeves' "deal" with the MPs than meets the eye, so he brings Dimo Reeves outside to look over Trost together and converse. This demonstrates Levi's skill at reading people. No other character had indicated an interest in holding a conversation about Dimo's motives.
Dimo reveals how the Reeves Company has been at the mercy of the Interior MPs and how he has been following the MPs' orders to avoid getting immediately killed and losing everything—to protect his employees and their families. This conversation directly leads to a negotiation and then a deal being formed between the Scouts and the Reeves Company.
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When Levi is laying out the conditions for the deal, it is evident that Dimo does not seem initially receptive. Levi uses the word "trust," which Dimo balks at.
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However, Levi's third condition, which is actually the most unimportant and superfluous one, results in Dimo accepting the deal. Why?
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"Seems you're even greedier than a merchant." Dimo says this, as he is familiar at interacting with and respects other merchants. Levi added the third condition in, not simply because he wants tea and other luxurious goods, but because it brings himself down to Dimo's level. Without this condition, the deal may not have gone through. It is exactly this condition that results in Dimo "trusting" Levi as an equal.
This negotiation is also more evidence toward Levi's ability to think long-term. This deal between the Scouts and the Reeves Company benefits the Scouts for the remainder of the series.
III. Luring Kenny Into a Bar
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Expanding on Levi's ability to make quick decisions while in the midst of battle, one of the best examples of this is Levi's first encounter with Kenny during the Uprising arc, where Levi lures Kenny into a bar and is able to defeat him as a result.
This goes beyond Ackerman prowess, as that is more related to superhuman strength and heightened combat reflexes. This is specifically a feat of intelligence; it's a sign of Levi's ingenuity—using aspects of the environment to his advantage. By luring Kenny into a bar, Levi is able to procure a weapon to even the playing field. Kenny himself is impressed and adds in that Levi was not taught these tactics by him. Some of the specific tactics of note:
III.a Use of Reflection
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Levi is able to procure a shotgun while simultaneously taking cover from Kenny. He converses with Kenny to keep Kenny focused on him and not the bar's patrons, and even though Levi is facing away from Kenny, he uses the reflection off the alcohol's glass to properly aim the shotgun.
III.b Chair and Figuring Out the Firearms' Weakness
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Levi knew he was going to be ambushed from up top as soon as he left the bar, so he threw a chair out the window to both distract and waste his opponents' shots. I'm fairly certain Levi was the first one to notice the main weakness of the anti-personnel vertical maneuvering equipment.
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The main weakness, as Armin explains above in a later chapter, is that they need to reload after shooting twice. Levi first threw a chair, forcing one of his opponents to shoot twice, kills that opponent, and then uses that opponent's body as a shield against the other two guys' shots.
IV. Final Battle - Infers Immediately Armin is Alive
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This one is pretty self-explanatory, but Levi is the first to infer that Armin has to be alive, given the way Titan powers work. As such, Levi is able to keep the others focused on the battle in front of them, knowing that Armin is alive and unharmed. This again speaks to Levi's quick thinking while in the midst of battle; it is often more difficult to make these sorts of judgments while in a fight-or-flight situation. Keep in mind as well that Levi is also grievously injured here, so it is even more impressive, how quickly he's able to make this inference.
V. Final Battle - Leadership and Planning
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Full stop, the Alliance would not have succeeded without Levi, and part of that is because of Levi's ability to take charge and come up with a plan. This is the plan that they followed throughout the entire duration of the Battle of Heaven and Earth, and it is a plan Levi came up with, directly in response to an unexpected change in circumstances.
This again shows off Levi's skill in adjusting tactics to achieve a strategic objective. Even though the commanders are the ones often in charge of this, Levi is clearly very capable and adept at this himself. Right before this panel, everyone was arguing on how to proceed. Levi came up with the best overall plan, and in addition to that, formulated the two teams required to carry out that plan.
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ackerbootytobbi · 8 hours
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✨️33 More Days✨️
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tatakaeeren · 3 days
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Levi + chibi Levi 💕
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