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coloredsolos · 2 years

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BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

prompt: 9. "I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right?”

content: frat boy!eren, modern au

wc: 1.9k

a/n: longest fic i’ve written yet but it’s the one i hate the most! be gentle I could not bear to proof read this but i’ve worked so hard on it I decided to post it anyways… anyways I hope you enjoy!!

The first time you met Eren was truly memorable for all the wrong reasons. You weren’t really an avid party goer, however your roommate Hitch had insisted you go to the “hottest party of the year”, so there you found yourself, in some frat house that felt way too cramped and smelled like liquor and vomit. Hitch had ditched you somewhere through the night after she had spotted a taller blonde girl, so you stood by yourself near the drink table, nursing some concoction Hitch had made you before she had disappeared. It was gross but it would get the job done.

A taller boy came up to fix himself a drink, his longer hair pulled back into a bun. You couldn’t help but glance at the unnamed boy a he fixed himself a drink.

Feeling your eyes on him, Eren looked up. Grabbing his drink, he made his way over to stand by you.

“Not having fun?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Not really my vibe.”

He nodded. “Yeah, parties suck. They get repetitive.”

You took a sip of your drink, letting the conversation die off. You weren’t really in the mood for small talk with some random boy you met at a party.

However, he didn’t let up.

“I haven’t seen you around before, you a freshman?”

“Junior. Like I said, not really my vibe.”

Eren nodded, taking a sip of his own drink. Clearing his throat he turned to face you.

“You know who’s throwing this party?” He asked.

You shook your head and laughed, “Probably another copy and paste frat boy.”

Eren let out a loud laugh, “Probably,” he agreed. “I’m Eren.” He offered you a smile.

After introducing yourself, the two of you fell into a steady conversation. Occasionally stopping to refill your drinks.

Leaning in close enough for you to hear, Eren’s breath tickled your ear as he spoke. “Do you wanna head to the balcony?”

You nodded.

Eren offered you his hand as he led you through the crowd. Clutching your drink, careful not to spill any with everyone bumping into the two of you.

“Jaeger!” Someone yelled, although you weren’t able to pinpoint the voice.

A shorter boy with a shaved head pushed his way to where Eren stood in front of you.

“Connie! What’s up man?” Eren let go of your hand to greet his friend. You stood behind him shifting from one foot to another.

“Listen man, awesome party! Shit is fire as always.”

Eren let out a laugh. “Thanks dude, listen I’ll catch up with you later alright?”

Connie, whose name you had gotten from Eren, looked behind his friend to where you stood.

“Good for you man, I’ll catch ya later!” He laughed, clapping his hand on Eren’s shoulder before excusing himself.

Realization had hit you hard. You had been shit talking whoever threw the party to the guy who threw the party. You felt your cheeks grow warm. What should you do? Should you apologize? Pretend it never happened?

Before you knew it you were standing outside with Eren. Few people were scattered about, most choosing to be in the main house where the music was.

“It’s so loud in there.” Eren huffed, breaking the silence.

“I’m so sorry. I had no clue you were the one throwing this party. Oh my god,” you apologized quickly.

Eren laughed once again, placing his hand in your shoulder he bent down slightly to be at eye level with you.

“It’s okay, really. I mean you weren’t wrong we are all kind of the same,” He laughed.

You shook your head, “Really you’re not, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Hey,” Eren stopped you. “I mean it. It’s okay.”

You sighed a breath of relief, before nodding.

“Okay.”

The second time you met Eren was memorable as well.m, this time for the right reasons.

“Hey!” Eren called out your name, jogging to catch up with you. Waiting for him, you offered him a small smile when he reached your location.

“Hey Eren, didn’t think I’d see you on this side of campus.” You smiled.

“Well maybe I knew you’d be over here.” He smirked.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, disregarding the slight blush that had made its way to your cheeks.

“So,” he began, “What would you say if I told you I knew the best place to get coffee on a day like today?”

“Hmm” you mused. “I’d say lead the way.”

Eren smiled, “You know, I’ve been wondering when I was gonna run into you. I swear I’ve been planning on running into you after class for like a week straight.”

You let out a giggle, “You know you do have my number right? You could have just asked…”

“Well where’s the magic in that?” Eren pouted.

You gave him a playful shove as you both continued walking.

You and Eren grew closer after that. The two of you didn’t go a day without talking, whether it be in person, over text, or even just facetiming one another when one of you was bored.

You also had started going to parties more often, especially ones thrown by Eren.

“You having fun?” a voice asked from behind you, you grinned turning to face the mystery man.

You shrugged, “It’s alright…”

Eren rolled his eyes. “Well then what do you say we take this party somewhere else?”

You nodded, almost too eagerly, the drinks you had previously downed making your brain feel fuzzy.

Eren grinned, grabbing your hand in his, and lead you up the stairs.

“Where are we going?” You called out, hoping Eren could hear you better now that the source of the music was getting further and further away.

“My room.” Eren said simply.

You couldn’t help but gulp. You hadn’t been to Eren’s room before. The two of you either always hung out at your dorm, or out in public.

“Hey? You still with me? We can go somewhere else if you want.” Eren placed his hand on your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“No no it’s ok. I’m good.” You offered him a small smile as he held the door to his bedroom open.

The harsh glow from his red LEDs illuminated the hallway.

Stepping into his room you took note of your surroundings, trippy posters littered the walls. You knew Eren liked to take part in some recreational activities, so you assumed the posters went hand in hand with that. You walked towards his bookshelf. There were a few books, but the shelf was relatively empty. His xbox sat on a table next to his TV that was placed on the floor near his bed.

“You a minimalist?” You joked.

Eren laughed, I just never settled in. Guess I figured why bother now if I’ll be leaving soon.”

This caught your attention.

“Leaving? Aren’t you a junior?”

Eren shrugged. “Yeah but not for long. I’m going back home.”

“Like dropping out? But you made it this far?”

Eren scoffed. “Yeah but I’m failing all my classes. All I do is throw and go to parties. Shit gets boring after a while. Figured once we get to Christmas break I’m done. I just won’t come back.”

You couldn’t help the fact that your mouth hung open. This was news to you. Christmas break? That was a few weeks away.

You had nothing to say, there was nothing you could say. “Who’s going to walk with me to get coffee? Who is gonna keep me company while Hitch is hanging out with Annie? Eren you can’t leave…” you bit your lip.

Eren gave you a sad smile. “Come on now… This is for the best. I don’t wanna keep wasting my parent’s money. Besides, my dad is always gone, my mom needs help.”

“But hey,” Eren continued. “You have my number, I’ll come back and visit you and we can call as much as you want okay?” He came to place a hand on your shoulder.

You nodded, however, your eyes stayed focused on the floor.

“Hey,” His hand lifted your chin so you’d look at him. Finally meeting his gaze, you were surprised to find how close he was.

“I mean it.”

Your eyes never left his as you nodded once more. Noticing the way his gaze dropped down to your lips before his eyes were back on yours. Did you see that right? You couldn’t have, you and Eren were friends, that was all. But a part of you jumped with excitement at the idea of your friend wanting to kiss you. The same part of you that had always wondered what it would be like to be something more with Eren.

You brought your bottom lip in between your teeth, catching Eren’s attention once more. You slowly releases your bottom lip, watching as Eren’s tongue dipped out of his mouth to wet his lips. Without another thought, you pulled Eren closer by the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips onto his. Eren kissed you back without hesitation. The kiss was hungry, animalistic. You weren’t sure what had come over the two of you but at this point you didn’t care.

Eren began to lead you backwards towards the bed presumably, his hands all over you. Everywhere he touched felt on fire.

The next time you saw Eren was at a party one his frat brothers had been throwing.

“Eren!” You called out once you saw the taller boy. However, his attention stayed on whoever he had been talking to. Maybe he hadn’t heard you? Pushing your way through the crowded room you came to stand in front of Eren.

“Hey!” You smiled, Eren gave you a tight lipped smile and a brief nod. “You ok?” you asked once you noticed his awkward demeanor. He gave a short nod before a slightly shorter man with red hair came up to the both of you.

“Jaeger! Oh shit who’s this?” The unnamed man asked.

Before you were able to introduce yourself, seeing as Eren wasn’t going to, a look of realization crossed over the man’s face.

“Holy shit!! You’re the one Eren banged right? Eren said you were wild… up for a little action?”

“What?” You’re attention snapped to Eren, who didn’t seem to have an ounce of remorse. “What are you talking about?”

“Are you dense?” The red head scoffed. You were taken aback by the boy’s rude demeanor.

You looked back at Eren expecting an explanation, to no avail. Eren looked at you with the same blank expression, offering a shrug of his shoulders.

“Eren what is he talking about?”

“We dared Eren to sleep with 2 people the same night beautiful. I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Two people the same night? Was Eren just scouting you out the whole time to use you?

“I guess you’re right. My mistake.” You shrugged, turning around making your way to leave.

The last time you saw Eren was across campus right before Christmas break. The snow had settled around campus and students were few to find now that everyone was going home. You had caught him staring at you, although neither one of you made any move to speak or acknowledge the other. He had boxes in his hands, presumably packing to leave to go back home for good. And honestly? You couldn’t be happier, you were ready to rid yourself of Eren Jaeger.

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shiganshiina · 2 years

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a letter to erwin

prompt: 2. "From the day we met, I knew I'd hurt you eventually."

pairing: eruri

summary: levi writes a letter to erwin reminiscing what could have been

content: major character death mention, season 3 spoilers, general angst

w/c: <1k

a/n: so i lied about writing outside my comfort zone this is about as in my comfort zone as i could possibly get

We saw the sea today. I didn’t believe it really existed until the minute I saw it for myself. Just like Armin said, a salt lake so big no merchant could ever deplete it. The brats loved it, of course. Connie and Sasha nearly got themselves sick from drinking so much salt water. And I wished you could have seen Hange. I haven’t seen their eyes light up since Shiganshina. We almost didn’t bring enough paper for all the ‘field research’ they had to write down. They tried to get me to touch every creature they pulled out of the water, but you know me. While everyone else spent their time in the water and experiencing the new sights, I stayed on the shore with the horses. I just couldn’t bring myself to enjoy it. Not without you. You deserved to see this, Erwin, more than anyone. You deserved to see everything we’ve done in the last year. You deserved to learn the truth of our world and you deserved to see that goddamn basement. Why did it have to end up this way? I can’t help but think if just one thing had gone differently, would you have gotten to see the ocean today? What if Kenny had found two syringes in Reiss’s bag? Or what if Hange had been able to replicate the serum? Then if I’d have brought down the Beast or if Hange had secured Reiner, would you have been there with me today? If Armin could have thought of a different plan, would you have the Colossal now? All these what-ifs; but they don’t matter now, do they? I made my choice. Can’t take it back now. I’d like to think you’re at peace now, and that it’s not just wishful thinking of me to do so. You deserved your rest. You’d gotten us so far all on your own. I couldn’t put you through another 35 years of agony. I hope you can forgive me for ending that agony. You know, it’s almost comical; from the day we met, I knew I’d hurt you eventually, I just never could have imagined it would be like this. I mean, hell, I wanted to kill you originally. Yet, somewhere along the way, we became… us. Every moment spent by your side was worth all the pain and loss we endured. At this point I’m just working myself up and talking in circles again. I’ll leave it at this: I miss you, Erwin. As much as the day I lost you and as much as I will the day I die. I’ll continue to carry our memories until that day comes. Until my next letter, rest peacefully.

Yours always,

Levi

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yandere-wishes · 21 days

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Has anyone ever noticed how the fandom interpretations of Anakin Skywalker, Eren Yeager, and Paul Atreides are exactly the same? They're all reminiscent of your typical 70's dopeheads but in a cuter more endearing kind of way. Oh, also they've all committed genocide...

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her-devils-advocate · 1 month

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Everyone I've cared about has either died or left me. Except for you.

pairings: Levi Ackerman x (GN!) reader

genre: Hurt/comfort, fluff

summary: Based on the prompt from the list found here. You and Levi have a moment amidst the final battle

Warning for the final chapter spoilers. This is just a small drabble I wrote after getting inspired by one of the sentence starters!

word count: 1,106

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54683590

The hot air rushing past you causes your hair to uncomfortably stick to your forehead. You, Levi and Gabi soar across the sea of wall titans, somewhat safe atop Falco's back. How the kid had managed this, you would never know. Honestly, you are more than happy to try and not focus on anything now. Too much is happening. Too much has been happening in such a short amount of time and you can feel yourself hitting your limit. You want to praise yourself for having such a fairly sturdy limit, all things considered, but the overwhelming amount of nerves squash that thought before it can take root. Too much has happened, too much has been lost, too much can still be lost.

Your head throbs as you attempt to ignore the onslaught of thoughts rushing through it. Your eyesight grows hazy as you try to focus on the view below you, it's all too much.

Your hands shake as they cling onto the harness attached to Falco's titan, tears pooling in your eyes as you try to blink them away. Levi is next to you, struggling to hold on tight with his newly missing fingers, which had yet to start their healing process properly. His solid presence helps to quell your rising anxiety as you reach over to hold onto his arm tightly, doing your best to help keep him secure. If he were to fall now, a piece of your heart would fall with him, never to be reclaimed.

You smile to yourself when you hear his thankful grunt, his eyes not once leaving the skeletal horror, as if his glare could lure Eren out. Once upon a time, it just might have been possible. The sight of his towering titan still causes your heart to break. The Eren you once knew has slipped between everyone’s fingers, the young cadet is now a beacon of destruction. Where had things gone wrong? How had you not seen him drifting?

For the first time in your life as a scout, a part of you is glad for the head injury you had sustained during the first assault on the founder. The events are a blur, you remember flying through the air while dodging all the rocks thrown by a beast titan. You remember a sharp pain shooting through your skull as the feeling of something sticky begins to slowly run down your temple. You remember the shout of your name from several voices before the world faded to black.

Now you are on the sidelines, simply watching rather than having to bear the pain of helping to end the kid you once helped train.

You feel some guilt for inadvertently forcing the burden onto your scouts, his friends. But the nagging tug at your heart, paired with what is most likely a nasty concussion, would only get in your way. This way, you can also keep an eye on the captain, who is more than happy to keep throwing himself into the fray despite his injuries, something you will never get used to. Your heart plummets each time he doesn't hesitate to throw himself around with his ODM gear.

You look towards Levi with a small frown, his injuries are only a few days old and yet he still fights. How much of himself is he willing to give to save humanity? How much of him are you willing to lose? You knew becoming involved with anyone in the Survey Corps was a recipe for trouble and heartbreak, but at the time, you weren’t expecting a threat bigger than the titans you had been facing. You don’t regret a single moment and while you are both still alive and fighting, you don’t need to regret anything.

You repeat his mantra of ‘no regrets’ until it slowly begins to sink in through the rising haze of panic, the two of you are still alive, yet your mind races faster than the scouts below fighting for their lives.

“Pull it together, now isn’t the time to falter…” You risk bringing a hand to rub your eyes, smudging the dirt and blood further around your face, groaning as the dull pain worsens.

Your stomach drops as Falco dips through the air, dodging stray attacks while circling the battleground below. Bile rises in your throat and you’re unsure if it's due to the head injury or the harsh movements.

“Those kids are fighting to save the world and here I am, worrying over losing him when we’ve already lost too many. How can I be so self-centered?”

“Oi,” Levi says, his voice cutting through the near-deafening wind surrounding you. He’s looking directly at you now, seeing past the mask of professionalism you like to wear when on duty. He looks through and sees the swirling anxieties, the shaking of your hands, the tense shoulders and the way you bite at your lip in worry.

“Everyone I've cared about has either died or left me. Except for you.” Your heart breaks at his words, the tears you had fought back now happily run down your cheeks, parting through streaks of mud. You try to hide your face from him, refusing to show weakness in such a moment, but he continues, capturing your attention once more.

“So you better survive, understood? Get out of your head and back in the moment, we need you alert.”

His eyes soften as he stares you down, letting you see a glimpse of the worries he keeps shackled deep down. He has managed to shuffle closer towards you while you were lost in your thoughts, now subtly pressing himself against you for support. He hooks his arm around yours, giving you a gentle squeeze as he averts his gaze to the horror below.

He can feel your eyes lock onto him, the smile on your face widening despite the tears. “Don’t get all smug, it’s hard to grab onto this rope with eight fingers.”

He always did have a way of dissolving your worries and bringing you out of your head, even when staring down hell. Wall’s know you both need to keep your eyes forward and your minds focused, no matter what.

“Whatever you say, captain. That goes for you as well, you know. If you die on me, I’m breaking into the paths and giving you such an earful.”

The small scoff you get in response is almost lost to the winds, but you don’t miss the way he places more of his weight against you.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? Guess we’re both making it out of this one alive then.”

#♥. writing #♥. prompt #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #aot x reader #levi ackerman x you #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot #snk

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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prompt #6

toxic armin! nd reader are arguing nd when reader talks her shit armin gets turned on nd pulls his dick out nd tells her to “suck on it” making her forget all the shit he did(once again)

and I was JUST thinking about him omg 😫😫 y’all have no idea how much I love toxic!armin. He does sum to meee.

cw: oral, spit play, fingers in the mouth, reader threatening armin bc it’s all he deserves

frustrated. the one word that came to mind when trying to express your emotions right now. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t articulate your words properly, let alone get your point across without becoming completely irate. That’s what happened when you dealt with the likes of armin artlert. A known playboy with a reputation that preceded him. But with all the information you heard from the streets about him dogging all his women, being a cheater and a dumbass, you decided to give him a chance. Under the premise that his ass was gone the second he acted the fool. Unfortunately, things weren’t so simple with him! You could never truly be free of him..whether physically from the fact that no man fucked you quite like he did. Or mentally because he’d blow your phone up and play mind games until you let him back in for a thousandth chance.

“Please…please give me one good reason why I shouldn’t bust you in your shit, Armin. Please give me one.”

“I already told you, angel. I don’t even know that girl…she probably has me confused with somebody else..”

another Saturday night wasted down the drain..where you could put partying with your girls, finding a man worth of a damn, it was being spent pacing the floor of your two bedroom apartment you shared together. Arguing and fussing about a potential side piece as he sat on the edge of the bed. Sprawled out shirtless with nothing but black sweats on. Shaggy blonde hair going everywhere and tattoos on his chest and forearm still vibrant from the lotion he applied after he showered. Despite how fine your man was, you were solely focused on ripping him apart. Pissed off that he had yet again embarrassed you. “So that bitch asked you to suck your dick and she got you confused with somebody else? Nah nigga, the only thing you and her both got..is me fucked up.”

ramping and raving like a mad woman as you poked his forehead with your long acrylics. Folded arms and puffed out jaws like a petulant child and all he could do was stare in adoration for how cute you were. He didn’t want to admit it but the sight of you putting him in his place really got Armin stirred up. Hearing you cuss him for everything he was worth..clapping your hands..he loved seeing you in this aggressive state. Even if it wasn’t healthy. “Playing in my motherfuckin’ face…I’m not one of these other bitches, Armin.” He heard you, loud and crystal clear but he couldn’t be vexed to care. He never did. He never gave a damn about his actions affected you or anyone else. But he’d pretend, so as long as he could get his own gratification..

“I know, baby..they’re nothing like you. That’s why I told you, I don’t even know her ass. You know how many of them are jealous of you? Seriously, who wouldn’t be? Look at you..”

his half assed attempt of mulling over the situation was bombing, until he resorted to desperate measures that is..leaning back, he’d open his legs a bit more and suck his teeth, flashing you a shit eating smirk. One that would undeniably get him his way! Extending an arm out, he’d grasp for your hand and pull you towards him, intertwining those fingers together and placing kisses on the knuckles.

“..shit, I mean…if I’m being honest, you got me thinking about you right now, baby. They can’t do any of the things you can. Can’t love me the way you can, not as beautiful as you are…and damn sure can’t fuck on me the way you do.”

you knew he was only trying to soften you up. Stop you from being angry and as always, that smooth charm and slick demeanor done its job. As he had your eyes adverted to his face, tugging you down gently to your knees for a kiss, his other hand was working to free his erection from its confines. Stiff and seeping with precum, he wanted nothing more than shove it between those pretty, gloss stained lips. But first, he’d shove two fingers between them, letting you suck them and coo to you as he always done. Swiping a finger across your cheek, he knew you were exactly where he wanted you. “Go ahead, baby..suck on it.”

prompting as he guided your head down into his lap. In a matter of seconds, he had those fingers wrapped around his shaft and that tip stuck in your mouth, sloppily sucking on it as you always did. Drumming up strings of saliva in the process and making you drool all over him.

“There you go…good girl. Only you can make me feel like this. Do what these bitches can’t.”

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gimpyhair · 3 months

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Stupid prompt/drabble to the universe:

Levi receives a report on his desk, signed Hange Zoe-Ackerman. He decides to confront Hange about it, banging on their door "Yo, four-eyes, what's the meaning of this!?".

Hange opens the door, kinda awkward, and responds "oh, I didn't mean for you to find out this way-" Levi sees a ring on their finger and is super confused (did he fucking married Hange without realizing it). Hange then happily screams "-but I'm your new aunty!❤️"

Kenny comes out of nowhere and fully kisses Hange on their lips. Levi is speechless, under shock, does not compute, error 404

Kenny gives Levi pocket money and tells smugly him to go buy an ice cream or something to "give the grown ups some alone time". Hange giggles in a very ooc way, then playfully smacks Kenny'ass

Levi immediately wakes up, screaming (a la Kakyoin screaming meme). Hange, who is laying on the same bed, is like "babe, what's wrong, titans again?". Hange is ready to go full comfort-mode like every classic levihan fanfiction. But Levi refuses to talk because of how fucking stupid that nightmare was.

#of course im happy for romi park and kazuhiro yamaji #prompt for anyone who actually want to write a fanfic or do a comic #levihan #hange zoe #snk #levi ackerman #kenny ackerman #hange x kenny #crack #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #hanji zoe #levi x hange #aot #prompt

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hentyehottie · 11 months

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chileee what is up with me & angst 😭 I was able to salvage this from my notes so I thought why not post it lol probably my first and last aot piece cause idk how to write them fr 😭 & sorry to the Reiner loves cause I wrote him so mean 😭

cw: fat shaming, fat phobia, best friend Eren, ex-boyfriend Reiner, mention of cheating, verbal abuse, mention of k!lling, friends to lovers, one sided pining, sorry if I missed anything!

Word count is undetermined but it’s not that long.

❀

Eren hasn’t said a word to you since you arrived at his apartment, puffy eyed and soaking wet from the rain, just stepped out of the way and allowed you to walk in.

You didn’t blame him, it’d been quite a while since the two of you had last spoken. Two or three weeks maybe, you couldn’t remember. It was difficult keeping track of time when your mind was slowly but surely shutting down. Either way it made you feel like shit.

You wanted to to sit and talk to him but your first priority was getting out of those wet clothes. You went straight to his bedroom, closing yourself in the en-suite.

You let the shower run for a little bit, fogging up the room and hopefully drowning out your sorrow as you sit on the covered toilet, aimlessly scrolling. You checked the notifications on your phone, tapping around until you heard your ex-boyfriend’s voice projecting from the speakers.

“Baby, just come back home. Please, let’s just talk about it.” “Hear me out, Y/N. I’m sorry okay, just come back.”

The way he was pleading you’d think he actually gave a damn about you.

“Come on Y/N,” There’s a short pause and a deep sigh. You know it’s coming. You hear the change in his tone, that false compassion and empathy has withered away. “Let’s face it, Y/N. Nobody’s gonna want you but me. Nobody’s into fat bitches. You’re lucky your face is cute. Nothing but a pretty face and a hole to fuck. Or should I say holes? I’m sure a slut like you takes it up the ass too-.”

Globs of hot tears ran down your face, budding at your chin and pooling on the screen of your phone. You deleted the nasty voice message Reiner left, only thirteen seconds into the minute and twelve second voice message, his harsh words breaking your heart all over again.

The wound was still fresh and he did nothing but cut you deeper. Why was he like that???

Blocking his number so you wouldn’t receive anymore, you were ready to be done with this shit. Ready to heal from Reiner and all the bullshit he‘s put you through.

After your eyes are cried out and your skin is parched from the piping hot water, you finally exit.

You didn’t leave with anything except your purse, phone and the clothes on your back, so you’re more than grateful to see a white tshirt and a towel on Eren’s bed waiting for you. The shirt was a little tight on your arms and the hem ended right at the cusp of your butt but it was better than nothing.

The California King in his bedroom looked freshly made, plush and inviting, but you’d spent far too many nights alone in an empty bed while your so-called partner occupied another. You should’ve known that’s how it’d be when you decided to get yourself into a domesticated situationship with a narcissistic cheater.

You opted for the couch, where Eren was also sitting. He’s munching on a bowl of cereal watching some crime documentary. The atmosphere is dull, but it’s not as bad as you thought it’d be.

“Hey!”

He didn’t bother feigning the same excitement, sending nothing but a head nod you’re way but you’re still grateful to get something out of him.

Maybe he was annoyed, which he had every right to be. It was late as hell, around three in the morning, and you honestly felt a little bad. Showing up out of the blue and forcing him to share his space.

“I really appreciate you letting me stay here, there were no rooms available anywhere.”

He ignored you, you figured he would. He hasn’t said much since you’ve been there. He’s treating you as if you’re a stranger, almost.

Unfortunately the documentary has lost all of his interest, he figured out the wife was the killer all along and there’s no reason to keep watching.

Now he’s stretching out, manspreading if you will, with his legs cocked open. He’s sporting that same bored look, except now he’s on his phone watching TikTok’s with his volume obnoxiously loud.

Honestly, he didn’t even touch this app unless he was watching the shit ton of videos you sent him at some manic hour of the night. But right now he needed something to distract him. To distract him from everything only you made him feel.

“I get paid Friday, I can send you something once it’s deposited, my money lookin kinda funny right now so...”

You’d spent close to your last getting an Uber to Eren’s. You weren’t sure why you even decided to come to Eren’s. Your parents lived in the same city and they probably would’ve been more welcoming than he was being right about now.

“When have I ever asked you to pay me back for anything y/n?”

His tone isn’t cold or mean, but indifferent. Like he doesn’t care. You’re sure he doesn’t.

The tension is almost tangible, thick and suffocating.

“I know, but-“ You cut yourself off, stumbling over your words. Your throat is scratchy and your mouth dry. You didn’t know exactly what to say to mend things between you and your bestfriend.

You hoped to pick up the pieces. Pickup where you left off like the two of y’all always did. But this here just showed how dumb and deluded you really were.

“I’m sorry…you were right.” You feel ashamed. Embarrassed even.

You can feel him staring at you, so you keep your eyes glued to your hands in your lap, twirling your thumbs in hopes to make amends.

“What are you talking about, y/n?” You can feel his gaze boring into you.

“About Reiner…and every-everything else really. We not getting back together, forreal this time, I can’t.”

He was right about everything. Reiner was an immature asshole. You trusted his smooth talking, pretty smile and it backfired horrendously.

Reiner was verbally abusive, insecure and mean, and he projected it without a care. Tore you down every chance he got, belittling you until you were almost an empty shell of your former self.

On top of that, he was insensitive as hell, bullied you worse than any of those middle and high school nobodies you no longer remembered.

He’d probably use his last breath to lie, just because. If you were blind he’d tell you the sun was blue and the sky was yellow, for no reason whatsoever other than to be a dick.

All of this Eren warned you about, but you just had to go and see for yourself. You fell for the first boy to show interest in you. The first to give you attention and affection. The first one who wasn’t looking to ‘try it out’ with a fat girl or looked at you like some pity case.

So you thought.

“You’ve said that before.”

“I know! But I mean it this time, and I’m so sorry for ghosting you and lying a-and putting him first before our friendship cause..I know you wouldn’t do that to me and I’m such an awful person-.”

Your sniffles turned into sobs, deep sobs that shook your entire body against his when he finally went against his stubborn ways and pulled you into a hug.

You sound sincere, but Eren doesn’t know if he believes you. Hell it wouldn’t be the first time you lied to him about getting back with Reiner.

He wanted to tell you off. Scold you and yell at you for abandoning him. For giving him your ass to kiss cus you thought you were in love, only to come crawling back asking him to pick up the fucking pieces, again.

“I should’ve listened to you.”

Words muffled into his chest but he heard you.

“You should’ve.” He doesn’t mean to sound condescending but it’s true. “I don’t like seeing you cry.”

His voice startled you a little bit, velvety and deep, chest rumbling as he still had you pressed up against his frame. The aloof facade cracking with each sob.

“I’ll handle it.”

He’d handle it. Handle him.

His arms embraced you tighter. One holding you against him while the other ran down your back, over your thigh then back up again as he allowed you to bawl your eyes out.

“I hate when you talk like that Ren,” You leaned back to look at him. “You know I don’t like unnecessary viole-.”

He grabs your face mid sentence, squishing your cheeks together, your lips round and pouty as you stared back at him.

“How’s it unnecessary when my princess is sitting here with tears running down her pretty ass face?”

It slipped but he made no attempt to correct it.

His princess. He’d always called you a princess, especially when y’all were younger. He found it very intriguing how spoiled you were, especially by the men in your life. Dad, uncles, even Eren himself.

He remembers saving up his little paychecks from working part time to spoil you as well, buying you little trinkets and gifts you probably didn’t even have anymore.

Nothing was unnecessary when it came to his princess. He’d die for you. Kill for you, even. You were the light of his dim life. Why wouldn’t you just realize it?

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arminsumi · 8 months

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hey if ur up for it could u write promt 8 of friends to lovers for armin.. but like the reader teaches him how to kiss bc she really wants an excuse to finally kiss him? hehe

KISSING ON THE COUCH.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

8 — "I'll teach you to kiss."

NOTE: wheee!! i'm ngl this prompt was made with armin in mind hehe 💗

WORDCOUNT ≈ 1.7k

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

"Ah, yeah, I mean, kissing is a core part of romance for most people, right? But there's no way I can do that."

Armin's chatting with you in the living room of your parent's house, just like you've always done since you were kids.

"Why? Kissing is pretty fun." you look over at him, drifting from the interleading kitchen over to where he sits slacked on the couch.

He mutters a quick and sweetly Armin-esque thank you under his breath when you hand him a soda. Vanilla Cola, his all-time favorite; he's drank it since he was twelve and didn't intend to stop drinking it.

"But kissing is awkward... you know how my first kiss went." he grimaces at the memory. You let out a breathy laugh, he looks so cute, almost like a drawing of a cute boy rather than a real one.

"Personally, I wouldn't count that as a first kiss. You were, like, what? Thirteen?" you open your own soda with a pop. It fizzes loudly, the bubbles audibly popping.

He opens his own soda, but of course — he does it in such an Armin kind of way. Very delicately pulling the tab back with his very delicate fingertips, as if the metal hurt his sensitive skin. You know he had the worst acne phase out of all your friends, there are faded scars on his cheeks. Rather than mar his beauty, you think they add to it; of course he never believed you when you said that.

"I think I was fourteen. Didn't you have yours when you were — eighteen? Right?" he looks over at you, fingertip circling the soda can lid.

His eyes always get you. They're entrancing. Hypnotizing. Spellbinding. Armin's unaware of the effect he has on girls, but that just makes him even more attractive.

"I did, yes. No need to remind me." you grumble, taking another sip of your soda and coming to a kneel at the coffee table.

You two always sat like that; him lazily on the couch, you on the plush carpet by the coffee table. Always propping your elbow on it, squishing your cheek on one palm. In the middle of a conversation, Armin would mimic your pose just to get a laugh out of you.

"Eighteen isn't too old to have your first kiss. I've told you that before." he reassures.

"Yes it is! Some people have their first kiss when they're little kids."

"But those kisses don't mean anything. They're childish kisses." Armin says.

"What age d'you think people start having adult kisses?" you ask him curiously, setting your soda down on the table.

You watch as Armin looks up in thought for a moment, his hand swiftly wiping some residual soda liquid off his upper lip. How does he make everything so attractive? In fleeting moments like these, you felt a strong urge to kiss him.

I could kiss him. I just need a plan. We're on the subject of kissing already.

You plot your moves like you're playing chess. It really isn't that difficult, but to you it feels like an impossible match.

"I think, adult kisses — eh that's a weird way of saying it — good kisses are after you're eighteen. Or maybe when you've had enough practice? But never mind, I think all the kisses I'll ever have will always be slightly awkward because I don't know what to do." he says.

He glances at you. His heart pangs when you and him make electric eye contact and he looks away. "You know..." he begins, but you cut him off.

"Why don't I teach you to kiss a girl?" you blurt out. "I mean, we're friends. Why not. I mean if you want to. Just a thought..."

He cracks a shy smile, "Just a thought?" he chuckles, then sits up and sets his soda down after a brief moment of thought.

"Alright, teach me." he asks and pats the seat next to him.

You climb up on the couch and settle down into a comfy position next to him — oh, you're very close, he thinks. The proximity makes his heart pang again, he can feel it sharp in his chest. But why? I mean, like you said, you're friends.

Do friends sit on the couch practicing kissing?

"Don't look at me like that." you tease lightly.

He blinks at you, "Like what? Oh, sorry." he giggle and widens his eyes a little. You've scolded him for having bedroom eyes many times, and he's defended that it's not bedroom eyes but rather he just has naturally lidded, sultry eyes.

"So... question." he asks as you lean in. His breath fans your face, it makes your lips tingle. You can smell the Vanilla Cola.

"Hm?"

"Where do I put my hands? Because that's something I've never really understood..."

"Oh... well you can put them anywhere you like."

"Can you guide me?" he asks.

You look at him for a moment. His heart goes wild when you take his hands in yours. Yes you and him have held hands, plenty of times in fact, when you walk around town or when you run down the school corridors or while you explore abandoned buildings.

"Personally... I would want your hands here." you tell him, placing them on your neck, "And if you'd cup the back of my neck like — yeah, like that..."

Was it getting stuffy in here? But there's a good breeze coming in through the open window. Yet you feel like you're choking up. It seems like he is, too.

Warm hands cupping the back of your neck, gentle fingers holding you like a trophy, two big blue eyes staring into your soul.

He pulls you in for a peck. A sweetly awkward one. Your noses bump. Well, now both of you can't stop smiling which makes it hard to do anything.

You lean in for a peck, but it lasts longer than his and — oh my god, he melts. It's history from there. Feeling his best friend's lips sent him to another dimension, as dramatic as that sounds.

He's levitating when you keep pressing teaching kisses to his lips. He loves that you take your time, like you're savoring the taste just like when you sip on your soda.

"Y-you can tilt your head, too, it makes it feel better..." you tell him, a little short of breath.

His head spins a bit at the sensation. His lips are tingly.

"Okay..."

So he tilts his head into the kiss, and holds the back of your neck and slides one hand down and finds your hand. He holds it.

He breaks from the kiss, lips hovering hot over yours, and looks at you through his lashes. "Is this good?"

"Mhm. Really good. You're doing g-good." you assure him.

"Can I keep going?" he asks.

"Yeah..."

So he keeps kissing you, gliding his lips over yours slowly. If anything, he only gets slower. He's really trying to savor it. Like he savors the taste of Vanilla Cola.

Minutes go by, though time dissolved in your minds by now. It was just another meaningless concept. Did past and future exist? Well, did it matter while kissing? No. No it didn't.

You pull away. He blinks and sucks in a breath, bangs lightly ruffled from pressing so close to your forehead. He can taste you on his lips, on his tongue, you're pervading his whole system and he loves it.

"S-so... that's... yeah... any questions?" you laugh, regaining composure quicker than him.

"Huh? What — questions? Yeah... can we do that again?" he asks eagerly.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"I just meant... like... keep teaching me. I think I can learn a lot from those lips." he backtracks nervously, Addam's apple shifting a little when he swallows sharply.

"Oh, right... well... y-yeah. Let's keep going then. Why don't you try kissing me now — mmf."

He goes in for it without hesitation. He kisses with his whole body, you can feel a surge of his passion wash over you, and he can feel a surge of tingles across his brain.

There's a lot of serotonin to be farmed from your kisses.

Light smacking sounds, subtle saliva sounds, lips on lips. He's never enjoyed kissing like this. But it's just practice. You're just teaching him so he can kiss... who? Who does he want to kiss? He doesn't have anyone in mind other than you.

He gets lost in it, and without thinking much he nibbles your bottom lip and swipes his tongue across it. You let him poke his tongue in and — well both of you melt harder than before. It's so impossibly soft. No wonder people praised French kissing. But did they ever get French kissed by such a gentle sweetheart like Armin? You were the only one to have that honor.

"Hah... sorry." he pulls away, breathless.

You pant very lightly, " 's okay..." you smile, "I don't mind if you... use tongue. I like it a lot..."

"Okay..." he gulps and then goes right back in to continue.

Weren't you supposed to be teaching him? It feels like that's not necessary, since both of your lips mold together perfectly. You and him are two matching puzzles pieces.

"Y/n?" he breaks from the kiss and looks down at you, hands gently squeezing both your hands now.

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

He slightly smirks, lips glistening with your saliva, "Did you really wanna educate me on kissing, or did you just wanna kiss me?" he asks. Damn that sharp intuition.

"If the latter, how would you feel about that...?" you ask tentatively.

His heart thumps. Throbs. Palpitates. Malfunctions. You look so sweet, he wants to kiss you again and again.

He doesn't answer with words, he just dives back in for a feathery kiss, tangling his body with yours. Hands cupping your cheeks, in a very indescribably Armin kind of way.

He speaks in between each smooch.

" 'shoulda — kissed me — sooner." he mutters, taking a deep inhale as he kisses you harder than before, leaning into your body, cupping your cheeks so comfortably.

#♥️ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン #fluff #armin #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin fluff #prompts #armin aot #shingeki no kyojin #fic #fanfic #aot fanfic #aot x reader #armin x fem reader

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mochimooon · 6 months

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oooh from the nonsexual acts of intimacy list could we get “accidentally falling asleep together” for Jean pretty please

Hi there! Thank you for the prompt! 🤗 Of course, that's a cute one!! Anything for you and Jean 🥹 ♡: Accidentally falling asleep together word count: 1k fluff, gender neutral reader Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy Prompts

You unwrap another piece of candy, not stopping to think it over as it disappears behind your lips. The chocolate melts along your taste buds in a way that is unimaginable. “I can’t stop. I’m in love.”

Jean peers up from his phone, blinking a few times to catch you reach over to the coffee table again for another helping.

You hum, relishing the taste. “Please.” You point at the candy dish. “For my birthday—"

Jean sets his phone down, tapping at his temple. “Stored away in the archives.”

You nod, giving him a thumbs up as you swallow your mouthful. “Appreciate you, Woody.”

You bite back a smirk, reaching for the last piece of candy that escapes your grasp. The humor drains from your face, whipping a glare in Jean’s direction.

He brandishes the candy with a cocksure smile. “Sorry, did you want this?”

You deadpan, stretching along the couch to seize it.

But Jean rears back, a long arm dangling the sweet far from your reach. “You didn’t say anything, so I guess you don’t want this.”

You scoff, dropping your hand. It’s not your fault he came dressed as a cowboy to the Halloween party. And it definitely wasn’t your fault that Eren gave him the moniker ‘Woody’, which was then tossed around the whole evening.

In your opinion, the costume suited Jean perfectly. More than once you couldn’t stop yourself from gawking at him during the party, looking like he leapt off the screen of a classic western.

Gun holsters, a suede vest, a bandana that hung loose over his neck, the hat—it was a crime not to appreciate the costume.

And apparently, it was also criminal to call him ‘Woody’.

“Jean,” you say. “You don’t even like sweets.”

He lowers his arm, unwrapping the candy with a tilt of his head. “Who says?”

Your eyes narrow at the sweet in his hand, watching it ghost his lips. “Quit playing.”

“Play what?” Jean feigns innocence, amused with your irritation as he slips the candy between his teeth.

It’s a lost cause then, and you roll your eyes in defeat. You’re too tired anyways. Had you more energy, you would have put up a fight, which would include you pouting up at him because despite the bravado, Jean also liked to spoil you.

Not tonight.

You yawn, falling back into the couch cushion. “Well, there goes my reason for staying.”

Jean tuts. “All that candy and for what? You can barely keep your eyes open.”

“It’s the alcohol,” you yawn a second time, longer and more exaggerated.

“It’s late,” Jean supplies. “Pretty sure Connie and Reiner have already passed out in their rooms.”

“Did they?” You smirk at him. “Look at us. We outdid the party hosts. No one knows how to stay awake.”

“We’re not in college anymore.” Jean grunts as he straightens on the couch. He rubs at his eye. “Sleep was optional back then.”

You pull out your phone, scrolling aimlessly. “Sleep’s for the weak.”

Jean breathes out a tired laugh. “Nothing about that sounded convincing."

“I’m a night owl.”

But Jean’s right; there was no convincing him. From the way you sink deeper into the couch, eyes growing heavy, and back-to-back yawns bursting forth, there’s no denying it: you're ready to pass out.

However, you're hanging in there, rebelling against your body’s call for sleep, especially when you feel the weight of Jean’s eyes. “It’s rude to stare.”

Shifting in your spot, you turn to him, lying against the back cushions. Your head nestles beneath where Jean's arm rests atop the couch.

Jean shrugs, a tired smile spreading across his face. “Nothing else to stare at.”

Despite how drowsy you feel, Jean’s words and tender gaze are like shots of espresso, flooding your face with warmth.

A beat passes as you both stare at each other. No pressure to look away or fill the silence. Maybe it’s the alcohol from earlier. Maybe it’s the stillness of the night, but it’s like time slows down.

You inhale deeply, shuffling along the couch, scooting a little closer without meaning to. “Woody…”

Jean clicks his tongue lightheartedly, flitting his eyes elsewhere for a moment before they find their way back to you. “You just had to kill the mood.”

You snort, unable to resist yourself. “I’m kidding… So what, Eren called you Woody? He came to the party dressed like a dog.”

“Werewolf,” Jean supplies.

You yawn yet again, blinking to stay awake. “Same thing. I like this.” You motion a lazy hand towards his costume. “I can get used to seeing you in this…” You muse the last part, unaware that you’ve said it aloud, sleep stroking your consciousness.

The corner of Jean’s mouth curves and he turns away to hide his blush. Unless that was your imagination.

Blinking again, your vision swims, everything warps except for Jean’s face.

He’s talking, but the words escape you no matter how hard you strain your ears to listen.

You don’t realize your head droops, sliding down the cushion below his arm.

Your eyes flutter, nose filled with the scent of cedarwood, the scent of Jean.

As much as you’d like to spend the rest of the night talking, you’re powerless as your mind drifts, gently pulling you away from the waking world. You surrender, sliding forward, a faint smile on your lips. Your head rests on something solid, lulled to sleep by the sound Jean’s beating heart.

Jean’s not surprised that you fell asleep. Rather he’s taken aback that you fell asleep on his chest, hoping that you don’t stir awake from his frantic heartbeat.

A minute passes and you’re still sound asleep.

He smiles. He knew you wouldn’t last the rest of the night. Normally Jean would feel smug, but instead he's endeared.

Your fingers clutch onto his vest and for a moment Jean thinks you’ve woken up. At the weight of your head on his chest, he knows that you’re knocked out. And he’s content letting you sleep. Wrapping an arm around you, Jean breathes deeply, and drifts in bliss.

#jean x reader #aot fanfiction #Jean Kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #aot #mochi-writings #ask #buildabruh #fluff prompts #attack on titan

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daydreamvalley · 3 months

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Jean Kirstein as Felix. Just think about it.

#attack on titan #saltburn #aot fanfiction #jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean headcanons #moodboard #aot headcanons #jean fluff #jean x reader #jacob elordi #jean smut #aot smut #jean kirschtein x reader #writing prompt #jean fanfic #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirschstein #aot modern au

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coloredsolos · 1 year

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hi :) i’d love situations #6 + fluff with jean please. love your writing!

MIRACLE ON 104th STREET

pairing: jean kirstein x reader

prompt: watching christmas movies

content: jeanboy surprises you for christmas, MODERN AU, not proofread

wc: 1.2k

a/n: sorry this took so long! the new semester started and since I’m a senior in college it’s gonna be a little crazy!! also, i'm sorry I kind of broke off from the prompt! find the list of prompts here

“Alone? For Christmas?” Jean asked you, his eyes wide as he did so.

You shrugged. It’s not like you had chosen to be alone this holiday season, but with your father working all break, you figured you might as well stay in your small apartment. Besides, your roommate, Annie, would be visiting her father, so you would have the place to yourself.

“I don’t see the problem,” you admitted, the walk to Jean’s car seeming longer than ever. Despite your protesting, Jean was driving you home from the 4pm history class the two of you shared. Damn this winter weather.

“W-what?! You don’t see the-! You can’t be alone for Christmas!” Jean practically cried out, throwing his hands into the air in exasperation.

The now exhausting conversation had started when Jean had begun telling you about his own Christmas plans. Mentioning how he would most likely go visit Sasha’s family again with Connie. It was their tradition, he would tell you. However, when asking about your plans, he did not like the answer he received.

“Jean it’s really ok. Annie will be out of town anyways. It’ll be nice not having to share the living quarters. Besides I’d much rather be alone at my place than sitting there at my dad’s. So can we please drop it?”

Jean sighed, but reluctantly nodded his head.

There was a chill in the air on Christmas eve. The snow that fell having no problem sticking to the ground, layering on top of one another until it was several inches thick. You had been bundled under a plethora of blankets while the heat in your apartment worked overtime. Jean has let all of your friends know about your Christmas plans, or lack there of, and now you were starting to regret declining Eren and Mikasa’s offer to come home with them. Especially since Carla made a mean Christmas dinner, or so you heard. The plate of place and bake Christmas cookies sat in front of you.

They weren’t very good.

You only prayed that the copious amounts of sugar would knock you into a sugar coma that would last until the next day. Most places were closed, and probably would stay that way even a few days after Christmas due to the snow storm that was taking place outside. That being said, the lack of groceries at your place was starting to leave you feeling massively underprepared. Grocery shopping was not your forte.

While debating if you wanted to pay the delivery fee in your favorite Chinese restaurant, your phone lit up from its place on your coffee table.

Jean: u awake?

You: do I ever sleep?

Jean: true

Jean: wyd

You: freezing to death

You: how’s Sasha’s?

You: did Connie sing the whole car ride there? rip to ur ears

Jean: I wouldn’t know, didn’t go

You were surprised to say the least. Why wouldn’t he go to Sasha’s? It was tradition wasn't it?

Jean: coming over rn

Jean: damn there’s a shit ton of snow

You knew there was no bother trying to stop the man from coming over. He was stubborn. Always had been. Instead your fingers hovered over the keyboard of your phone, unsure of what to say next.

Jean: do u want me to bring over groceries? connie bought way too much shit before he left fr

You: yes pls ur a lifesaver

You: been eating christmas cookies all night

You: also, please drive safe. I mean it. i’d be pissed at you if you died

Jean: <3

Deciding not to text the man while he was driving, you settled on making the living quarters look a little less like a tornado had ran through it, picking up and putting away any dirty dishes from earlier in the day.

Before too long, Jean was there. His arms draped with grocery bags, he wasn’t kidding when he said Connie may have gone a little crazy. However, you were more focused on how he looked. Jean had been dressed in what looked like a black turtleneck with a gray overcoat keeping him warm. How he always looked straight out of a fashion magazine amazed you. Meanwhile, you were wearing a pair of black sweats with mismatched cat socks on. And yes, they did have little ears on them.

“Well are you gonna leave me in the hallway all night?” he joked, the smile evident on his face.

Your face flushed as you realized you had zoned out.

“Y-yeah, come in.” You stepped out of his way, ushering him inside.

Jean immediately headed to your kitchen to put the groceries he had brought away. His familiarity with your apartment bringing a smile to your face. Jean shrugged off his overcoat, his muscles straining against the turtleneck that had been underneath. You couldn’t help but stare. It was no secret that your friend was a very attractive man. Not to mention he had the personality to match. His suave attitude, yet gentlemanly charm gaining the attention of many women whenever your friend group had their weekly outings.

“Helloooooo?” Jean waved his hand in front of you, bending slightly so he could meet your eyes. Snapping back to the present, you apologized quickly.

“Sorry… what?”

“I asked if you’ve eaten? I can make something for us if you’d like.” Jean offered .

You nodded shyly, embarrassed you had been caught daydreaming again. “I’d like that…”

Jean grinned, pushed up his sleeves and clapped. “Alrighty then!”

The two of you now sat on the maroon sectional located in the middle of your living room, your empty plates resting on the coffee table.

“I just don’t understand how they forgot their kid at home!” You cried out, your legs tucked under yourself in an attempt to keep yourself warm.

Jean let out a boisterous laugh, the sound music to your ears. “It’s just a movie! The whole point of Home Alone is being… ya know… home alone.”

You giggled, the harsh air providing the goosebumps on your arm a permanent residency. You shivered slightly despite the mountain of blankets you had been hoarding.

“Come here.” Jean spoke softly.

“Huh?”

“You’re cold.” He stated. “Just come here.”

Too cold to argue, you scooted over closer to Jean. His arm that had been resting on the back of the couch pulled you closer to him. You immediately felt relief, his body radiating enough heat for the both of you. You couldn’t help the sigh that fell from your mouth, nuzzling closer to the man without thinking. The tips of Jean’s ears turned a rosy shade of pink as you fell deeper into the man’s chest.

You let the continuous stream of Christmas movies play lowly on the television. Neither you or Jean wanting to get up to find the remote and change it. Eventually, Jean felt your breath fall steady, the gentle sound of soft snores slipping from you as you slept soundly.

Without thinking, Jean shifted slowly, positioning himself in a more comfortable position, careful not to wake you as he did so. Finally comfortable Jean was able to follow suit, slipping into a warm, comfortable sleep. The soft sound of Christmas movies continued to play in the background for the rest of the night, counting down the hours until you and Jean would wake up and celebrate the holiday together. The first of many holidays together. And truthfully? Jean didn’t mind this being his new tradition.

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shiganshiina · 2 years

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dinner party

prompt: 3. "I wish you never had trusted me."

summary: sasha and connie share a meal together in her hometown.

content: major character death mention; season 4 spoilers

w/c: 1.7k

a/n: trying to write from perspectives that are a little bit outside of my comfort zone, this one’s still relatively safe for me but i’m hoping to continue branching out from here. I think I got all my facts straight but I could be wrong

The sun blinded Connie just as his vision came back into focus. The warmth on his arms confused him for a moment. Wasn’t it just raining? And what was he doing wearing this old dingy yellow shirt? He could have sworn he was just wearing his… what was it anyway? His confusion was cut short as he heard a familiar voice call to him.

“Are you coming or what? C’mon, we’re almost there now!”

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Connie could not remember what he was doing for the life of him. Were they on a mission? If so, where was the captain? Where was anybody else for that matter?

“You’re not wimping out on me now, are you? My folks probably pulled out all the stops for supper, and I know the little ones are excited to spend the evening with two bona fide war heroes. You can’t back out now, idiot!” Sasha’s tone was as warm and bright as the setting sun. Whatever had just been worrying Connie when he dosed off obviously was no real threat; Sasha would have sensed it too otherwise. Her instincts were always spot on like that.

“When have I ever wimped out of anything?” Of course there was nothing to worry about. Connie clutched his pack and hustled to catch up to Sasha who was just ahead of him on the path. It wasn’t every day they were granted leave to visit family, and Sasha had been kind enough to invite Connie to Dauper to meet her family; he was not about to squander this opportunity. “You just better hope your folks don’t end up liking me more than you anyway.” Connie laughed as he finally caught up to his best friend.

“Wouldn’t be surprised if they tried to adopt you too,” Sasha should her affection with a playful elbow to Connie’s side.

“The more the merrier, right?” Connie returned the friendly gesture back. He was beyond grateful to have a friend who just got him the way Sasha did. Anticipation swelled in him as he thought about finally getting to meet the people who made Sasha into the person she was now. “How far to your village now?”

“It’s just over this ridge. If you quit dragging your feet, we can actually get there before the sun sets.” Connie knew when she was challenging him. Neither of them needed to say another word to know that it was now a race to see who could get over the ridge first. Connie put his all into his sprint as he took off and marveled at how far he’d come. Back before he’d first joined the cadets, he was one of the slowest kids in his hometown, now just a few short years later he was a full-fledged scout and a member of the revered Levi squad. What would the kids from Ragako think if they could see him now? If only…

Perhaps it was Connie’s daydreaming that had caused him to fall behind, but as his eyes fixated on the path ahead of him, he was shocked to see Sasha’s silhouette growing smaller as it passed by the few quaint houses that made up her hometown. He followed behind her as she led him to the south side of the village to her family’s property. Connie grinned to himself as he saw a few kids tending to the horses in the stable. It wasn’t much different from the town he grew up in. Perhaps that was why he got along so well with Sasha. His gaze continued up the path to see two adults standing in the doorway of the main house, waving to them eagerly as the two friends neared the entryway.

“You must be Connie. We’ve heard so much about you, it’s good to finally put a face to a name, my boy,” The tall older gentleman extended his hand out as Connie finally reached the doorway.

“Mr. and Mrs. Braus, it’s great to finally meet you too. Sasha’s told me loads about you guys over the years,” Connie’s hand met Sasha’s father’s and gripped it firmly.

“Only the good bits, I hope,” Mr. Braus joked as he welcomed the two young soldiers inside. As Connie stepped in the smell of slow-cooked meat filled his nostrils. The survey corps had its perks, but quality dinners certainly were not one of them. He deserved a delicious meal with his best friend after the last couple of months they had had.

“Y’all got here just in time, your father just finished up with the deer, and I was just fixin’ to plate the potatoes and carrots,” Sasha’s mother grinned as she turned towards the kitchen to serve her guests. Connie turned his head to whisper to his friend, only to find her swiping potatoes off the plates her mother had just finished setting.

“Slow down now, girl, you know there’s enough to go around,” Sasha’s father softly smiled as he brought in a heaping plate of slow-cooked deer meat. “Don’t they feed you kids in the survey corps?” “Nothing as good as a homecooked meal,” Sasha’s mouth was so full her words were hardly understandable. Connie chuckled to himself. It didn’t matter if they were served a king’s feast every night back in the corps, Sasha would always stuff her face whenever food was in front of her. Some of their friends found it unbecoming, but to Connie, that was just one of the things that made Sasha ‘Sasha’. Connie’s stomach grumbled as one of the younger children showed him to his seat at the table. As the Braus family took their seats and Connie looked around at the feast in front of him his mouth began to water. Sasha was right, nothing could ever compare to a homecooked meal.

“So, Connie, are you gonna make a trip to see your folks too while y’all are on leave? I can’t recall what village Sasha had told us you’re from...” Mrs. Braus started cheerily as the younger kids dove into their meals. Connie smiled halfheartedly. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin a perfectly good dinner party with sad stories.

“I’ll probably get to go visit my mother, we’re from Ragako,” Sasha’s eyes met his apologetically. Connie could hear her thinking “I’m sorry I didn’t think she’d bring that up” without her needing to say a word. It was fine; Connie would always be proud to talk about his mother.

“Ragako…” Mrs. Braus started, forkful of potatoes in hand. Connie watched as her eyes lit up with sudden realization. “Give your mother my best wishes,” She muttered solemnly.

“I will, Mrs. Braus, I’m sure she’ll be very grateful. I’m pretty sure she enjoys hearing me talk about the places I go and the people I meet.” The mother’s kind intentions filled Connie with a warmth. No doubt this is where Sasha got her kind-heartedness. As he took his first bite of food, however, he realized Sasha definitely missed out on her parents’ cooking skills. He always found It perplexing how a girl with such an affinity for food was so lousy at preparing it. Not that it mattered to him, that was simply another one of Sasha’s little quirks that made her ‘her’.

“So, I hear they’re finally letting the Wall Maria refugees go back home,” Mr. Braus smiled as he sipped his ale. “Mighty fine job you kids did there. I couldn’t be prouder of either of you.” Connie couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard an authority figure tell him they were proud of him, and the gesture almost brought a tear to his eye.

“It sure wasn’t easy. I’d have been done for if it wasn’t for Connie. He really took care of me after I took that major hit,” drool and meat poured from Sasha’s lips, almost diminishing the weight of her words.

“You have my thanks for watching over my daughter, Connie. You’re a good kid,” Mr. Braus’s eyes softened as he raised his glass toward the young soldier. Connie could see the man fighting back tears as he toasted.

“She’s like a sister to me, Mr. Braus. I have her back no matter what.”

After the meal had been finished, the laughs had been shared, and Sasha slipped into a temporary meat-induced coma, Connie looked around at her quaint little family with a smile. He missed dinners with his own family more than he would ever be able to put into words, but dinners with his new sister’s family might now be a close second, he thought to himself.

“Son,” Connie felt a firm hand on his shoulder. He turned to find Sasha’s father gesturing towards the door. “Mind if we have a word outside?” Connie followed the man obediently but wondered what he could possibly want to talk about. He hoped Mr. Braus hadn’t misread his relationship with Sasha, that would be one hell of an awkward conversation. But what could else could this possibly be about? His mother, maybe? Connie’s mind wandered as they found their way to the front porch. “I meant what I said back there about you looking out for Sasha. I can’t even begin to thank you enough for that.” Mr. Braus’s eyes once again watered before Connie. “I’m sure you can imagine I was pretty damn worried when she told me she was joining the scouts. She’s my little girl, after all. I knew I raised her well and I knew she more than capable, but a father can’t help but worry. I just hoped she’d make a friend who would have her back through thick and thin. And, well, I’d say she definitely found that in you, Connie.” A tear rolled down her father’s cheek. “I just gotta ask you one thing, son,”

“Of course, Mr. Braus, what is it?” “Just promise me you’ll keep bringing my daughter home to me for family dinners.” The crisp night felt so comforting against Connie’s skin. For a moment the hum of the cicadas filled the air with a sweet tone.

“I promise.”

Connie’s eyes jolted open. The song of cicadas had been replaced by crackling thunder. Instead of warm summer air, Connie was now being pelted with heavy rain. He looked around frantically. He had fallen asleep against the fresh grave marker. That dinner was years ago. Sasha was… Sasha was gone. Connie clutched his knees as he sobbed for probably the hundredth time since the raid on Liberio.

“I’m sorry, Sasha,” Connie was choking on his tears. “I’m sorry, Mr. Braus,” he struggled to catch his breath. “I wish you had never trusted me with your daughter.”

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hislaevv · 5 months

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#17 meanbf!eren,, blurb only 18+, credit to op for prompt

ur horny af and you tell your boyfriend hoping he’d take care of it, “sounds like a you problem” but he’s not in the mood and instead proceeds to goad you into masturbating in front of him “if you’re THAT desperate to get off, do it yourself” He plays it off as being too lazy and not wanting to put in the effort to fuck you but really he just wants you to do all the work while he watches.

degrades you “God you’re such a slut, I cant believe you’re actually doing it.”, “you look like a bitch in heat” while he’s got a fistfull of his cock, desperately chasing his second orgasm. soon enough he’s spraying his load all over you again— only making him as much of a manwhore as you.

#ty op for the prompt teehee #aot #eren smut #eren is a sleazy bf #modern aot au #eren x y/n #eren x reader

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exo-levi · 7 months

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I apologize for the delay, anon. I haven't gotten enough sleep for the past few days due to insomnia. I hope you're still here to read your request! Enjoy!

Blossoms

12. "You've seen too much pain." "That's the price of freedom."

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Word count: 661 words

The dust of battle had settled, and in the wake of the chaos, the world began to rebuild. Among the ruins, amidst the solemnity of post-war life, love blossomed in unexpected places. Levi Ackerman, the stoic and battle-worn captain, found solace in the quiet moments shared with you, an unyielding survivor with a heart as fierce as his own.

In the dim twilight of the makeshift camp, where lanterns flickered and stars peeked through the tattered clouds, Levi and you found a sanctuary. The war had carved deep lines on his face, but his eyes, though weary, held a glimmer of hope. One evening, as you both sat by a crackling fire, he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours.

"You've seen too much pain," he murmured, his voice low and rough like sandpaper.

You met his gaze, your own eyes reflecting the understanding that words couldn't convey. "That's the price of freedom," you replied, your voice soft but resolute.

In the silence that followed, Levi's hand found its way to yours, his touch a comforting anchor in a world still teetering on the edge of chaos. There was a tenderness in his actions, a vulnerability he rarely showed to others. Together, you found strength in each other's presence, a sanctuary in a world still healing from its wounds.

As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, your connection deepened. Levi, once guarded and distant, revealed layers of himself he had kept hidden from the world. You, too, shared your fears, dreams, and the scars that adorned your heart. In each other, you found acceptance, a rare gift in a world that often demanded sacrifice.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the camp, Levi turned to you, his expression soft yet determined. "I never thought I'd find peace after everything we've been through," he confessed, his fingers tracing circles on the back of your hand.

You smiled, a bittersweet mixture of sorrow and joy. "Sometimes, the most beautiful flowers bloom in the ashes," you said, your voice carrying the weight of shared experiences.

Levi nodded, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. "And I've found my flower in you," he whispered, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt.

With a gentle touch, you cupped his cheek, your thumb caressing the rough stubble that adorned his jawline. "And I've found my anchor in you," you replied, your words a promise etched in the tapestry of your souls.

In that moment, beneath the canvas of the evening sky, you both leaned in, closing the distance between your lips. The kiss was tender yet passionate, a silent vow to cherish the love you had found amidst the wreckage of war. The world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of you, intertwined in a moment that transcended time and space.

As you pulled away, a soft smile played on Levi's lips, his eyes reflecting the love he had discovered in your arms. "We'll face whatever comes our way, together," he said, his voice unwavering.

You nodded, your heart swelling with a newfound sense of hope. "Together," you echoed, knowing that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm that lay ahead.

And so, in the aftermath of war, amidst the ruins of a world reborn, Levi Ackerman and you found love—a beacon of light in the darkness, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, and a reminder that even in the face of despair, love could bloom, resilient and unyielding.

Tagging: @levisbrat25 @stardustdiaries @bbhhhvjdh

Prompts List. Masterlist.

Yours truly,

Rowan

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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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writing silly little prompts of my ships so you don’t have to: part two • reiner edition

content warning: mentions of rough sex, reiner being a complete simp :(, himbo rei, size kink, him asking for consent 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 foreplay, oral sex

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he was an absolute wreck…face flush, mouth agape and sweat trickling down his forehead. His fingers lying dormant inside of that gushing heat. Honey like juices coating those digits as they remained planted knuckle deep..tongue protruded out as it had been previously lapping at your sensitive clit..there honestly wasn’t a single place he’d rather be. Than right here between the immense comfort of your plush thighs. The side of his stubble ridden face resting between them. “R-reiii..hgnhhh!” The desperate cries further feeding his desires. To not only taste every delectable drop oozing from your sex, but to pleasure you in ways you’d never experienced. The intensity between two newfound lovers, exploring all of their partner’s needs, wants and desires. It’s all that Reiner could’ve ever asked for when he met you and now that he was getting the opportunity to prove his devout love, he pull out every stop possible to ensure that you feel nothing less.

“What is it, baby? Are you okay?..”

as if he were unaware of the three breathtaking orgasms that he had just casually drew from your body. One right after the next..courtesy of amazing oral sex. But he had aspirations of giving you more. More of those mind numbing orgasms, more of those intense movements and most of all, himself..he wanted to give himself to you wholeheartedly and please you whichever way you wanted. However, he needed to hear you say it..he needed to know what to do from here. Finally leaning up, Reiner tugged himself up by the headboard; towering above your trembling body. He was so much larger..even eclipsing the entire ceiling from your view. His handsome face was the only sight you needed to see. Pawing at his abs and chest, (y/n) emitted breathy moans; unable to even form a coherent sentence. You were practically breathless but he had to push you a little further..coax a little more out of you. At least enough to know what it is you wished for. Grasping himself by the shaft, the burly blonde smacked the tip of that thick cock against your slit before cupping a free hand around your chin. With your explicit permission, he’d do whatever you pleased..

“Tell me sugar..please. What do you want? Do you want me to fuck you? I can go as deep as you want me…put it in this cute little tummy if ya’ want or be gentle. Take my time and make love to you..”

enticing you on those words with a thumb between your lips. Before he slid in though, he just needed to hear your response; completely frozen without it.

“I’m only here to serve you, baby. Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.”

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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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congratulations on 400 followers!! 💜

if you’re still taking requests, levi + stargazing. 🥹 thank you!

I wrote this, and it kind of goes on theme if you want to check it out! I like it better than what I wrote here lol.

Levi Ackerman

Scenario- Stargazing

Disclaimer I always write Levi c reader as pre-established relationship so if y’all ever don’t want that lmk!

“Hey, I thought I’d find you up here.” you say, joining Levi on the roof. It was a dark night, the pale crescent moon shining against the backdrop of deep blues and black. A blanket of stars in the sky stretching to infinity.

“Hi. Just needed a minute.” Levi valued his alone time. He wasn’t very social, he didn’t care about making friends. So when they insisted on throwing a party for the new recruits to get to know the veterans you knew Levi wasn’t going to last very long.

“Yeah. It did get a bit rowdy in there.” He’d staring up at the sky, admiring the way the stars twinkled in the night. You take a seat next to him, shoulder to shoulder. Resting one hand on his own.

Stargazing was an activity you often did together. Growing up where he did Levi was always amazed by the sky. He could sit in silence for hours, contemplating life looking at the gleam of light above.

“Tsk. Miche got his hands on a bottle of wine. Fucking idiots.” As beautiful as the stars were you couldn’t help but admire the man sitting next to you. His grey/blue eyes almost shimmered against the light of the moon. His raven hair getting lost in the night, his jawline so sharp from the side. He was beautiful, more beautiful that the stars he so loved.

“Yeah, they are idiots.” You scoot closer to him, trying to suck in some of his warmth against the crisp night air. He finally looks at you, you swear you saw a slight smile for a fraction of a second.

“Hmmm.” He mumbles.

“Well, they were asking for you, do you want to come back with me?” You say starting to get back up.

He pulls you back down, wrapping an arm around your waist. “No. Stay with me. I’d rather sit here with you than pay any mind to that dumb party.”

You smile, placing a peck to his soft cheek. Nuzzling up closer to him as he wraps you even tighter in his arms. Stargazing, even on a chilly night such as this was better than any party at all, you thought. It was better than anything.

“I’ll stay with you forever Levi.”

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