#eren and jean will actually be the death of me
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⸻ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐈; e.jeager + j.kirschtein x black reader
❦ synopsis; eren and jean argues on gets you first and betting on who can make you come first
❦ warnings; black fem reader, thick/chubby reader, poly relationship, established relationship. smut; oral (f!receiving + m!receiving), hand jobs, competitive sex, riding, jacuzzi sex, public sex, dirty talk, degradation, oral fixation, praise kink, double penetration
❦ author’s note; ahem, i went rogue with this! i made venus’s idea come to live with this piece🤭 but also, i feel like i need this in my life.
wc; 3.6k
you were lounging in the jacuzzi feeling the warm water and bubbles, losing yourself in the comforting atmosphere. the sounds of the bubbly water reaching your ears and making your eyes close with a content sigh.
this was the perfect way to end your week seeing as you had been stressed from school and everything from your schoolwork to your job but the warm water from the jacuzzi was washing away all that stress and you were grateful.
you soon felt a hand caressing your shoulder and another grabbing your hand, you opened your eyes to see your boyfriends looking down at you with smiles on their faces. “you guys getting in, or are you just gonna stare at me all night?”
“we can’t stare at you, mama?” eren asked with a smirk. jean rolled his eyes in disgust.
“eren, you’re so corny. you look really pretty tonight baby.” jean said. eren tsked.
you already felt the argument coming on. “wait so i’m corny for asking we can’t stare at you? what kind of fucking logic is that?” eren crossed his arms and looked at jean.
you rolled your eyes because of course, jean would feed into that. “fuck you, eren. seriously. yes, it was corny, next time come up with something that’s not corny.” jean argued.
“if y’all are gonna stand there and argue then you can forget about getting in with me,” you said, sinking back into the water and trying to relax again.
jean and eren apologized and hopped in next to you, you sighed with a smile, “see? isn’t that better? why are you arguing anyways? i like being called mama and i'm both of your girlfriend, what’s the problem?”
“nothing, pretty girl. eren is just immature and infuriating.” jean said with a mocking smile.
eren clenched his teeth trying not to start an argument, “mama, i’m sorry. jean just gets me worked up, i'm more focused on you now.”
you laughed at both of them, “y’all are ridiculous.” closing your eyes again with an amused sigh.
eren smiled and trailed his hand on your thigh, squeezing your inner thigh. jean caught him and started to kiss your neck softly. both of them were trying to start something and you couldn’t complain — you loved having boyfriends who took care of you in bed.
you opened your eyes to see eren staring back at you, you leaned in to kiss him. his lips immediately met yours and you felt your pussy jump from eren’s finger teasing you from the outside of your bathing suit. eren’s finger run your clit in slow circular motions and you moaned in his mouth.
jean kept sucking at your neck, placing hickies everywhere he could reach, he moved back to see you and eren kissing — he pushed eren’s head away and turned your head towards him to kiss you.
“hey! what the hell!” eren yelled, jean had practically stolen your attention, eren wanted the attention back on him so he kept moving his fingers on your clit.
you mewled in jean’s mouth, pulling back and tossing your head back, both boys looked at you with a smile. jean saw eren teasing your clit and he wanted to please you like that.
jean started groping your titties softly causing you to moan softly, everything was stimulating you all at once and you didn’t know what to do. “fuck.” you said breathlessly.
they both looked at you and started to smile, “feel good? tell me it feels good.” jean said with a cocky smile.
you moaned, nodding your head. “feels so good, baby.” jean kissed you deeply while still massaging your breasts, he always loved playing with your tits and he never failed to make you feel good while doing it.
eren rolled his eyes, yet again. “mama, your pussy feels so good, what did we do to deserve such a pretty pussy like yours?” he asked, his fingers curling just right and making you see stars. “i bet i can make you cum just like this.”
“you wanna bet?” jean raised an eyebrow.
eren stop moving his fingers which caused you to whine, “you don’t think i can make her cum?”
“oh no, no, i’m fully aware of your abilities to make her cum but i don’t think you can make her cum before i make her cum.” jean snarked back.
you glanced to see them glaring at each other, with full determination in their eyes. “it’s not a competition or whatever but maybe we should see..” you voiced with a sly smile.
they looked at you with surprise and then back at each other, “let’s see who can make me cum first.” you smiled.
making the bet was a mistake all in itself but you would never regret it, not with the way eren was practically tearing off your suit — eager to please you.
jean pushed him aside, “can you be gentle with her? jeez, you’re such an animal honestly.”
you chuckled, taking off the rest of your bathing suit, watching as both of your boyfriend's jaws went slack at the sight of you.
your breasts on display and ready to be grabbed, your boyfriends eyed them and couldn’t look away. the way your hips curved could make them drop to their knees and you loved how willing they were to please you whenever you wanted them to.
jean’s hand trailed up your inner thigh, the movement alone making you jump and chuckle at the tickling sensation. eren looked at you up and down, his eyes fucking you and you could sense the desperation.
your pussy leaking from both of their gazes, your eyes trailed down both of their bodies.
jean’s body was so beautiful, his abs on display and you salivated at the sight of water dripping off his body, his chest was so big and it made you wanna bite them — down to his dick which stood proudly in his swim trunks, jean’s dick was fucking gorgeous. maybe it wasn’t as thick as eren’s but his dick was long and it made your insides dance happily.
you quickly moved over to eren, his body just as beautiful and addicting, she thought about the countless times you found your hands squeezing at his chest while jean fucked you so good that you saw stars. they could be competitive sometimes but you loved how well they could please you.
you snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a finger curling in your cunt slowly. you looked up and saw jean smirking at you while moving his finger slowly, thumb circling your clit and making you moan.
eren moved into action, his mouth latching onto your nipple as if he was a breastfeeding baby and sucking. his tongue swirled around your nipple slowly — your breath getting heavier with all the attention you were getting.
how’d you get so lucky? two of the finest boys wanted your attention and only your attention.
your fingers quickly tangled in eren’s hair and your other bringing jean into a kiss, lips smacking and your tongues tangled with each other making you moan softly into the kiss. something about the two boys just being obsessed with you made you even wetter than you already were, it should’ve been illegal.
“mm please, baby?” you broke away from the kiss to whine.
eren pulled off your nipple and inserted a finger right beside jean’s, “please what, mama?”
you shuddered as his finger entered you, double the stimulation. their fingers moved in sync and it felt amazing, you couldn’t describe the sensation but it was just right and i didn’t want to lose it.
they both watched as your chest moved up and down before looking at each other with a smirk, seemingly communicating with each other before you felt more fingers inside your cunt. you moaned loudly and your sopping cunt clenched around their fingers.
“fuck, eren, jean, oh my god.” you moaned loudly, your eyes shutting on their own accord. their fingers curled in the right place and it was almost enough to drive you over the edge and make you see stars and not the ones in the sky.
jean leaned down to suck a mark on your inner thigh while eren, fucking eren, sucked your clit in his mouth and your hand flew to his hair and gripped tightly.
jean leaned over to whisper something in eren’s ear before starting to suck at his neck while still fingering you. usually, they weren’t affectionate with each other during this time but jean seemed greedy, wanting to please you and him at the same time.
maybe it wasn’t a competition anymore, maybe it was a pleasure fest and you all wanted to please each other. your eyes locked with theirs and you started to shake, it was so fucking good to see jean sucking on eren’s neck while eren sucked on your clit.
“i’m gonna cum, keep going, please,” you whimpered, legs shaking and trembling in their hold.
eren removed his fingers but kept his mouth in your clit and jean’s fingers moved faster but not before he added a third finger. your moans getting louder as the stimulation starts to get to you and your breath gets heavier and heavier.
then, like a balloon popping, the pleasure snapped and you came on eren’s tongue and jean’s fingers. you gasped and shook from the intensity of the earth-shattering orgasm you just had.
jean thrust his fingers inside you one more time before pulling them out and bringing them to his lips and tasting your cum and juices. eren pulled off your clit and watched as he licked it all off before grabbing his wrist and licking his fingers and groaning at the taste.
your eyes rolled back and a high-pitched moan escaped your lips, everything was always a competition so to see them working together and being nasty together was so fucking mind-blowing.
the image of them licking your juices off jean’s fingers would be engraved in your mind forever and ever.
eren pulled jean closer and whispered something in his ear and you saw the mischievous smirk from jean. “hey, pretty girl, whaddya say we take this to our room and we can have more fun, yeah?” jean asked.
you had no idea what they had planned but you knew that was gonna be good.
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once you got to the room, everything went south really quickly. they manhandle you into their favorite position; ass up, face down. in that gorgeous arch that was only reserved for them, jean leaned down to whisper in your ear and eren positioned himself right in front of you on the bed, his dick free from his trunks and the beautiful red tip, leaking precum and right in front of your face.
“you’re gonna suck his dick while i eat you out, sound okay with you?” he said, a smirk evident in his voice.
you could only nod your head in response. you watched eren’s hand wrap around his dick and start to move it up and down, throwing his head back — his hair, which was out of his usual bun, surrounded his face and you smirked as he locked eyes with you and brought his dick to your lips.
you immediately latched onto his tip and licked his slit before bobbing your head slowly, teasing him slightly. you loved how vocal he was in bed, it made more slick run down your thighs.
jean stood behind you and watched as eren’s dick slid into your mouth so easily. his hands landed on your plump ass and gripped tightly before landing a slap on your right cheek, making you moan around eren’s dick which caused him to groan from the vibration.
one thing about jean, he loved to tease. you admit sometimes he can be impatient and just dive in but when he was feeling it, he would tease you. tonight was gonna be one of those nights.
as eren’s dick slid down your throat, you felt jean’s breath over your folds making your pussy leak even more. “gosh, baby. you have the prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen. don’t you think so, eren?” jean asked.
“oh yeah, she does— fuck, she like that mama. prettiest cunt i’ve ever seen.” eren responds with a groan.
your hands gripped eren’s thighs and your head kept bobbing, trying to make him cum now. you release him with a loud pop and start to jerk him off, using your spit to make the glide easier.
while you were distracted you felt the warmth of jean’s tongue at your entrance. his hands gripping your ass and moaning into your cunt like he never ate you out before. everything was a competition to the boys but they both ate your pussy like it was their last meal and there was no competition with that. they both agreed once you told them that they both are good at it.
you moaned out and your head dropped on eren’s thigh, trying to compose yourself enough to put your mouth back on him but jean wasn’t holding back and you were becoming dizzy, “fuck, j-jean, feels so good, mmph”
eren chuckled, “ma, c'mon, put my dick back in your mouth.”
you nodded against his thigh and moved to lick his shaft before deep-throating his dick, his hands moving to your head and guiding you. it was all too much at one time and everyone was chasing the feeling of euphoria — jean’s tongue deep inside you, licking against your walls trying to slurp your juices. eren trying to cum in your mouth and fuck your face and you, trying to cum on jean’s face.
“mmm fuck!! mama, you’re doing so good fa me. taking my dick like a fucking champ” eren praised with a moan.
jean’s hand smacked your cheek hard enough to leave a print, he caressed and smacked it again which made you arch further, pushing your cunt into his face even more.
eren’s thighs trembled under your hands and soon enough he was saying your name and cumming down your throat. he pushed your head down even further so you could properly swallow all of his seed. it was never a challenge because you practically swallowed his dick (and cum) every night.
thick cum traveled down your throat and you moaned around his dick that was lodged in your throat. “so good, ma. did you swallow all of it?” he asked when he pulled you off his softening dick. you nodded and stuck your tongue out to show him that you did what he wanted, “such a good girl.”
“only for you ren,” you said with a smile.
“is that so? you gonna be a good girl for jean too?”
you nodded and he kissed you deeply, “good. then sit on his face.”
jean pulled back and laid down on the bed and you moved to put your cunt on his face. his eyes closed instantly at the taste of you back on his tongue and eren watched your fingers card through jean’s hair as you subtly start to move your hips, riding his face.
“jean, baby, your tongue is so good.” you praised.
eren sat behind you and sucked a mark right under your jaw, his hands teasing your nipples and making them harden. you pushed your tits into his hold as your hips continued to grind on jean’s face.
his tongue flicking your clit and sucking, he was so sloppy when he ate your pussy — making the loudest noises and moaning loudly into your cunt. your hand gripped his hair and you pushed him into your cunt, it was clenching around his tongue, hoping to keep it inside you forever.
jean loved having your thick thighs around his head, he loved gripping them, smacking them, rubbing them, everything he could think of.
your head landed on eren’s shoulder as you felt another impending orgasm approaching. jean made your stomach cave in like a fucking capri-sun with the way he devoured your pussy, “jean, jean, jean…”
eren pulling you into a kiss, his tongue brushing against yours. his hand traveled to your throat and held it there, almost gripping it slightly, your hand landing on top of his and nodding softly — he squeezed and that was all it took for you to cum on jean’s face.
you broke the kiss and whined loudly, “ahh! oh, fuck!!!”
you landed back on eren’s chest and tried to catch your breath and you thought it was over.
jean pulled off your clit after one last suck, caressing your thigh softly, “you good, baby?”
“yeah, yeah, i’m good.”
jean chuckled and looked you in the eyes before saying, “that’s great 'cause we’re not done yet.”
fuck, they were just getting started.
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jean was under you again while eren was behind you, this was something you guys had never tried before but you wanted to try it so desperately. y’all had talked about this in full, heavy detail before deciding that you were gonna engage in it.
“you sure you can take both of us, baby?” jean asked, concern evident in his tone.
eren was the same way, “yeah, are you sure? this is a lot and we’re both, y’know?”
you nodded with a smile, “yeah. i know, just, go slow.”
they both nodded. jean went first, his tip leaking precum and looking red from not cumming yet, his hand wrapped around his dick, and using his precum he lubricated himself before sliding in slowly.
you softly gasped as he groaned from sliding into you. he always felt so good inside you and you couldn’t help but clench around him tightly, “i’m gonna move and then, eren’s gonna go.”
you nodded in response, too aroused to say anything. your hands gripped jean’s chest and then he thrust up into you, his dick automatically reaching new heights. your eyes rolled and your mouth dropped open with a broken moan, his hands on your hips as he started to fuck you slowly.
eren stood behind you and watched his dick slide in and out of you, seeing it glisten with your slick and cum. the sight was fucking mesmerizing.
he saw jean nod his head as he came to stop and then eren moved to put his dick right beside jean. your head dropped to the crook of jean’s neck as both of the dicks settled inside you.
eren had to will himself not to cum so quickly and jean had the same thought, feeling the heavy weight of eren’s dick next to his was almost too much, nobody moved for a second — just relishing in the feel of everything.
you were shaking, too scared to move but also ready for them to move inside in sync. you moved your head from his neck and you had tears in your eyes jean’s hand rubbed down your back in a comforting motion and eren spoke to check on you, “mama, you okay?”
“yeah, just so full,” you responded with a whimper.
your small smile towards them was enough for them to realize that you were okay.
jean and eren locked eyes and nodded again, “okay, pretty girl. we’re gonna move now, you ready?”
“mhm, fuck yeah,” you said.
and when they moved, they fucking moved. jean was thrusting up into you and then went down, and eren moved forward. the stimulation and the combined pleasure of the two dick inside made you cum instantly.
“MMPH!! holy shit!!” your vision blacked out as you came on both of them.
“ma, your pussy feels so good around the both of us. doesn’t it, jean? tell our good little slut how good she feels,” he said through his groans of pleasure, almost cumming too soon but wanting to stay in the daze of pleasure for another moment.
jean was fucking spiraling, “baby, you were made to take both of our dicks inside this pretty cunt. fucking made for it—SHIT!”
they moved slightly faster and you were limp, drooling on jean’s chest and letting out small “uhs”. you felt them teasing your cervix every time one of them pulled back before slamming back inside you.
eren gripped your hips tightly, sweat dripping from his chest and moaning loudly. jean was in no better shape, his bangs sticking to his forehead and his thighs shaking from thrusting into you.
you couldn’t even think, your hands gripping the hair on jean and trying to move but you couldn’t even think to fuck yourself back on their dicks. “jean, eren, oh my fucking— i’m gonna cum again, FUCK!”
“you gonna cum again? that’s four times tonight.” eren smirked at you and jean leaned up to capture your lips in a kiss.
you and jean came simultaneously, both screaming and shaking from the power behind it and eren kept thrusting inside you, his balls smacking against your ass as he chased his orgasm.
his hips stuttered and you felt his cum fill you up just like jean’s did. “f-fuck…”
after a moment they both pulled out and you laid there cum leaking out of you and exhausted from the night.
eren went to grab a rag and cleaned you up while you lay limp, jean caressed your cheek and spoke softly in your ear, making sure you were okay and seeing if you needed anything.
eren laid right beside you and wrapped his arm around you, “i guess now, the question is…who fucked you better? me or horse-face?”
“fuck you! we were both inside her you fucking piece of shit!” jean yelled, feeding into eren’s bullshit.
of course, right after, arguably, the best sex of your lives they had to fucking argue. you were so sick of their shit.
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OMG I I wgehejej I was writing a post about some soulmate AU and and while writing it just occurred to me-
Both Jean and Marco lost their gear during Trost. They both got in a situation where a Titan was going to kill them while having nothing to protect themselves.
Marco was there to help Jean get hold of a gear and survive. Jean wasn't there for Marco aka why he died.
Omg. I'm not crying you are
#I know is obvious but for some reason it hit harder this time#I actually can't remember whatever or not Annie helped too. I know she and Connie were there cuz yk Marco asked them where's Jean#But yk with the assumption that Annie helped... Like damn man. Annie helped Marco save Jean and she helped Reiner kill Marco#THE PARALELLS MAN#i love parallels#The fact they are both good leaders but in their own unique ways <3#I think... I think there's no way for them both to stay alive. One of them must die for the other to research his full potential#Yes it goes both ways Marco's wake up call can only be Jean's death sorry no sorry#Anyway something lowkey happier : in a universe were Jean dies in Trost not Marco during the fire when Marco sees Jean in the fire he sees#the moment Jean mocked him over his reason for joining MP. And yk maybe that makes Marco want to prove Jean wrong so he joins SC. Or maybe#He thinks he can no longer join MP not without Jean. Maybe he sees Jean in the smoke and feels guilty for not being there to help him#Ok but Eren probably has such a hard time trying to decide who to keep alive between the two man (everything would've worked out with#either of them) he truly wanted Marco to survive Trost but damn who would've looked over Mikasa yk. It truly hurt him#Gosh is 4 am I am TIRED don't mind me#aot#Aot JeanMarco#aot jean#aot marco#jeanmarco#jean kirstein#jean kirschstein#marco bodt#marco bott
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Could you possibly do: Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado for Jean Kirstein - Smut (stg he needs more love on this app)
Promiscuous
Pairing: Jean x f!reader
Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~2.7k
cw: frenemies-to-lovers trope, one bed (in this case, tent) trope, modern day au, explicit language, smut – mutual masturbation, fingering, hand job
Summary: During your annual camping trip with your friends, you find out a little too late that the tent you brought with you is broken. With everyone’s already occupied, you’re forced to share one with Jean, who you don’t exactly get along with. Maybe sharing a small space together for one night will change that.
Author’s Note: Hi anon! Thank you for your request for the y2k karaoke party! This idea is somewhat inspired by my main man AugustInTheWinter’s “Trapped in Your Asshole Friend’s Tent” (reddit link, +18) except mine is more of a teaser if anything, since there’s no actual sex, hehe. I hope you like this one! I don’t write for Jean often, but when I do, I always have so much fun! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thank you for reading! MDNI banner by @/mikeykuns.
Your tent is busted, and of course you only find out about it as you unpack it on the campsite, finding it torn up and unusable. You turn to Sasha, panicking. “It’s broken!”
She kneels down to inspect it, looking at all the parts. “There’s nothing you can do to fix it?”
“Everything is in pieces. It’s completely useless. Do you have room in your tent?”
She shakes her head. “I’m sleeping in Connie’s. And Mikasa, Armin, and Eren are squeezing into one. Which leaves only Jean – ”
“No,” you say with emphasis. “No way.”
Sasha rolls her eyes. “Come on. You’re only in there for a few hours each night, that’s it! Set your differences aside for once! Unless you want to sleep out in the cold.”
“I think I’d rather freeze to death and get eaten by a bear than share a tent with him,” you state, crossing your arms over your chest.
She chuckles, taking a bite out of a baked potato she has stored in her pocket. “Fine. I’ll be sure to write that in your obituary.” She walks away from you, joining Connie by their tent, helping him set it up while you stand there, defiant, and all-too-stubborn. You look over to their right to see the EMA trio working together to assemble their big tent, but still not big enough to house a fourth person. Then, on the other side, furthest away from the others, is Jean.
You seriously weigh your options, eventually deciding that death by the elements is worse by the tiniest margin than sleeping next to Jean. So you walk up to him, tapping on the thin fabric, pretending to knock. “Kirstein,” you call out when there’s no answer.
He unzips the entrance, glaring at you. “What do you want?”
You clear your throat, putting on the nicest voice you can possibly muster. “Do you have room for me in there?” You even bat your eyelashes, feeling more pathetic that you already do.
“What?!” he snaps, standing up to confront you.
“My tent is broken and there’s no room in the other’s, so…”
“Fuck no,” he states, a little harsher than usual.
“C’mon, Kirstein! It’s just for two nights!”
“Then sleep outside.”
“I promise I’ll be good!” you whine, putting your hands together in prayer, pleading. “You won’t even know I’m here.”
“Oh, I’ll definitely know you’re here,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose, irritated. He yells out across the way. “Sash, Connie! There’s really no room in there for her?”
Connie answers, “Nope!”
“Mikasa, how about in your – ”
“No,” she responds immediately, the other two boys shaking their heads to confirm.
Jean groans, scratching his head anxiously, as if this is the worst thing he’s ever had to consider. Eventually, he mutters a contemptuous, “Fine. But we’re not sharing sleeping bags.”
“I never said anything about sleeping bags!” you protest.
“I’m just saying!”
Not wanting to argue more, you ease up. “Okay, okay. Thank you. Seriously, Kirstein. I really do appreciate it.” You attempt to give him the most genuine smile you can manage. All he does is roll his eyes, zipping the entrance closed.
The rest of the day goes by smoothly. After setting up camp, you all go for an easy hike on a nearby trail. Jean doesn’t interact with you, which is typical behavior from him. You can’t pinpoint the exact reason why he dislikes you so much; it didn’t start this way when you first met him several years ago through Sasha. But the more you hung out with them, the colder he’s gotten towards you. Because of this, you decided to act the same towards him, causing this hostile relationship between you two. Maybe sharing a tent tonight is a good opportunity to let bygones be bygones and finally get along.
Back at camp, you gather around the fire to roast hot dogs for dinner. Jean sits across from you, a serious expression on his face as he focuses on cooking his meal. You study him, watching the flames reflect in his eyes. He’s handsome, that’s for sure; sharp jawline, luscious brown locks on his head, an impressive stature. If he wasn’t such an asshole, you could see yourself being friendly with him, maybe even more. The thought makes you smile to yourself. He meets your gaze for a brief moment, startling you. You quickly turn your head to the side, pretending to be interested in the dirt on the ground, hoping he didn’t catch you staring.
By midnight, with your bellies nourished with a hot dogs, potato chips, and s’mores for dessert, you all decide to call it a night. Armin and Eren put out the fire while the rest of you do a thorough job disposing any trash and putting away any of the remaining food. Everyone gets ready for bed in their designated spots around the wilderness. You especially take your time, wanting to stall as much as possible so you don’t have to interact with your tent-mate.
Eventually, you’re the only one left outside and there’s nothing left for you to do but head in. As you walk into the tent, you quietly step inside, noticing Jean already curled in his sleeping bag to the farthest side he can reach, leaving plenty of space for you. He’s wrapped in an additional blanket, head resting on a fluffy pillow, expression the most relaxed you’ve ever seen. You grin, appreciating how cute he looks like this.
You nestle into your sleeping bag, adjusting your pillow before you find a comfortable position to sleep in. Even with it zipped up and surrounding you, it’s still chilly enough that your teeth chatter. Holding yourself tightly, you rub your arms, hoping to create enough friction to warm yourself up.
From the other side, you hear Jean’s familiar groan, then shuffling. Suddenly, you feel something thick envelop you. You crane your neck to see Jean near you now, his blanket covering you both. He faces you with that scowl on his face, eyes closed. “I’m only sharing so that you don’t keep me up all night,” he says.
You roll over to turn your body towards him, closer than you’ve ever been before. “Thank you,” you murmur, snuggling into your pillow.
He doesn’t say anything else, probably drifting off to sleep by now. Although you’re warm enough, you still can’t fall into a slumber the way you want. Not with Jean so near you, pretty eyelashes fluttering, soft lips parted slightly; he is really handsome. Your chest swells, heat rushes into your cheeks. As quietly as you can, praying that he’s actually asleep, you whisper, “I’m sorry, Jean. For whatever I did to make you hate me so much.” You say it more for yourself if anything. Even if he can’t hear you, at least you’ve put it out there for the universe.
“I don’t hate you.” It startles you when he says it in a low, gruff voice, eyes still closed.
You swallow hard, not sure if you should continue this conversation, or let it end here. Not wanting to waste this opportunity, you decide to respond. “You don’t?”
This time, he opens his eyes slowly, blinking at you. “No. You’re annoying, irritating, always completely unprepared. But I don’t hate you.”
“Gee, thanks,” you mutter, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. “Sorry for always being such a nuisance to you. I’ll be sure to leave you alone now.”
He sighs. “You’re not always a nuisance, okay? And besides, you’re the one who acts like you hate me.”
“I only do that because you did it to me first,” you argue. “I don’t even know what I did to annoy you in the first place. Tell me.”
“If I start now, we’ll be up all night,” he smirks, looking smug.
“Seriously, what did I ever do to you? I need to know so I can apologize formally.”
He stares at you, contemplating his answer. You wait with anticipation, nervous for what he’s about to say. Eventually, he admits, “You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?”
More confused now, you ask, “Then why do you treat me like I did?”
He sighs again, this time even deeper. “I don’t know.”
You scoot closer to him instinctually, studying his face as if that will give you a clearer answer. “You don’t know?”
He’s caught off guard by the closing distance between you. “I don’t know,” he repeats, stammering. “I just…”
Closer now, your nose mere inches from his, the heat radiating from his body towards you. “Just what?”
He gulps loudly before leaning forward, pressing his lips to yours in a delicate kiss. You don’t immediately pull back, indulging in the intimate touch until his tongue slips into your mouth. It shocks you, not because you don’t like it, but because of how much you do. You break apart, catching your breath. “What are you…” you trail off, fixated on his lips, slightly shiny now from your spit.
He unzips his sleeping bag, freeing his hands to reach for you, caressing your cheek. “If you don’t like it, tell me now and I’ll stop.” His thumb brushes against your skin, electrifying every nerve in your body.
You wiggle out of your confines to touch him too, placing your hands on hands on his chest, clenching his t-shirt in your fists. Something comes over you. Curiosity, lust, temptation, you’re not quite sure. All you know is that you want to keep kissing him, keep touching him, and save the explaining for later. It doesn’t have to make sense right now; all you want is to feel good.
“Don’t stop,” you whisper, pulling him in for a kiss. It’s sloppier this time, his tongue flicking against yours, eager for a taste of you. His hand travels down your body, sliding around your waist beneath your pajama top. It ignites your skin, forgetting any ounce of coldness that occupied your body just moments before.
“On top,” he huffs, fingers digging into your flesh. “Get on top of me.”
You obey, spreading his sleeping bag open, seeing the prominent bulge protruding from his sweats. You straddle his lap, grinding yourself on him, rubbing your clothed pussy along his shaft. He grips your waist with both his hands, watching you rock against him, biting his lip with a crazed look in his eyes. “Fuck,” he breathes out, brows furrowed in concentration, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. If you had known it would be like this, maybe the two of you wouldn’t have wasted so much time berating each other. You could have spent the last few years doing this instead.
You lean down, kissing him passionately while you continue to ride him with your clothes on. He’s unbelievably hard beneath you now, his big cock straining against the fabric. Your arousal leaks into your panties, wet and ready for him. His hands glide to your bottom, squeezing your cheeks in his hands. Soon, his fingers are hooked on your waistband, tugging them down your thighs, coaxing you to strip. You hop off him, rolling to his side to properly remove your pants, him doing the same next to you. Both of you are naked from the waist down now, lying beside each other. You reach between your legs, rubbing your fingers on your clit. He watches, fist wrapped around his cock, stroking it feverishly. “I didn’t know you were like this,” he whispers, biting his lip to hold back his moans. “Fuck, if I had known I…I would have – ”
“What, Jean? What would you have done?” you ask, playing with yourself faster, watching him jerk himself off.
“I would have fucked you so much sooner. Make you my slut.”
“You want to slut me out? Is that what you want?”
“Yeah. But only for me. I only want you to be a slut for me.”
You reach for him with your wet fingers, replacing his hand with yours, stroking him slowly. He moans, eyes blown wide at the sight. “Come here,” he beckons, stretching his hand towards your pussy. “I want to make you feel good too.”
Kneeling beside him, you guide him to you, teasing your clit with his palm. “God, you’re so fucking wet. Can I fuck you with these fingers, baby?”
The pet name is unexpected from his mouth, but it spurs you on. You nod, lifting up slightly to sink down on his middle finger while his thumb nudges your clit. A moan escapes you, unable to keep quiet. He chuckles softly, shushing you. “You don’t want the others to know you’re getting finger-fucked by me, do you? You better be quiet.”
You stay like this, Jean’s fingers pumping in and out of your cunt while he fucks your fist. Aching for a new position, you release him, pulling him out of you so that you can straddle his lap again, this time completely nude.
He stammers, clearly nervous. “Oh fuck, should we…?”
There is no lube, nor are there any condoms around you. It would be a bad idea to have sex under these conditions, though temptation is testing you, especially with how far you’ve already gotten. As badly as you want to be fucked, you decide not to. “Not tonight. But that doesn’t mean we can’t feel good, right?” You flick the tip of his cock on your clit, your core tight with pleasure from the intimate contact.
He relaxes into his sleeping bag, watching you with a dazed expression on his face, moaning as you grind your pussy along his shaft, hand nestled underneath his cock, stroking him simultaneously. “Fuck, you really know what you’re doing, huh?”
“Is that bad?” you ask, slowing your pace.
He smiles, shaking his head. “Not at all. I just didn’t expect you to be so promiscuous.” He reaches towards you, massaging your clit with his thumb.
You whine from his touch, rocking back and forth on his shaft, almost inclined to sink down on his cock anyways. “Maybe I’m only like this with you.”
He continues to grin at you, caressing your sensitive bud faster. “Yeah, maybe you are.”
You stay like this until his cock pulsates beneath you, shooting spurts of cum onto his stomach. Soon, you’re coming too with his thumb pressed tightly on your clit, rubbing deep into you, gushing all over him. When you’re done riding out your orgasm, you roll off of him, back into your own sleeping bag. Jean stays flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling of his tent, his breathing gradually returning to a steady pace. The two of you remain silent, equally confused and thrilled about what just occurred.
You decide to be the one to speak first. “So…”
He turns to you, a kind expression on his face. Have you ever seen this on him before? It puts a flutter in your belly. “So,” he repeats.
“Should we talk about it?”
“What’s there to talk about?” He scoots closer to you, holding your hand in his.
“This. Us,” you say, interlocking your fingers with his. Who would have though being this way with Jean Kirstein would feel so…natural?
“Right. Us.” He nuzzles his nose to yours. “The truth is, I’ve been a massive asshole to you because I’m an idiot who doesn’t know how to express his feelings.”
“So, instead, you act like you hate me?”
He points to himself, giving you a goofy grin. “See? Idiot.”
You sigh, squeezing him tighter. “So, you actually like me?”
Smiling, he kisses your cheek. “I do. I’ve liked you for a while. If you give me a chance, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. If you let me.”
You don’t respond right away, contemplating the situation. Could it really work out between you two after all the petty arguments, snide remarks, contemptuous glares? It is comfortable, being with him like this. It’s better than you ever imagined.
You snuggle into his chest, surrounding yourself in his warmth and security. “I guess we could give it a shot.”
“Yeah?” He tips your chin up to meet your gaze, smiling big.
“Yeah.”
He brings you towards him to kiss you sweetly, cradling you in his arms. “Thank you.”
You pull away, smirking at him before you whisper, “And next time, you’re going to slut me out properly, right?”
He laughs quietly, biting his lip. “Absolutely.”
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three plans - eren jaeger
College!Eren x Fem!Reader
summary: eren needs help asking you out!!
cw: use of y/n, very rushed ending, mikasa & jean are dating (briefly mentioned), eren and jean actually get along, the dorms are massive at my fake college (i'm talking like 2-bedroom apartment-sized, ok).
w/c: 3.4k
Eren was about to leave. He sat on the couch in Jean Kirstein’s dorm and waited for him to return from his management class, cursing himself repeatedly for asking Jean, of all people, to help him with his issue.
To be fair, you weren’t the worst issue Eren could have, but his situation, or lack of situation, with you was… an issue. Eren would consider himself a confident guy until it came to you. He had barely spoken to you, becoming speechless whenever you were nearby.
Despite having class together, he was sure he wouldn’t know what to tell you if he bumped into you on the street. So, yeah, it was a sizeable issue, considering he was harbouring the world’s biggest crush on you.
Toying with the hem of his sweat shorts and chewing on his bottom lip, Eren sat in silence. He was well aware of Jean's invitation to play NBA 23 on the PS5, but he was too nervous to even think about taking up the offer. He’d rather sit, wallowing in his anxiety, than play a video game. So, yeah, maybe this issue was larger than he thought.
“Ok, what do you want?” Jean’s voice and the slamming of the dorm door simultaneously cut through the quiet, making Eren jump in his spot.
Upon realising what he was about to tell Jean, Eren turned red. He opened his mouth to say ‘never mind’, 'forget it’, or even your name, but nothing came out.
“Woah, bro, you good?” Jean threw his backpack onto his desk chair and tilted his head. Eren nodded and then shook his head before nodding again. Jean scoffed out a laugh and held his hands out. “Okay, let’s start with making sure that you’re breathing. You’re breathing, right?”
Eren put his hand on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest before letting out a ‘yes’.
Jean’s eyebrows furrowed; he’d never seen Eren like this before. “Eren, calm down. Wait, you’re not dying, are you?” Jean’s sudden panic caused the brunette to shoot up from the couch.
“No! No, Jean, I’m not. But I’m the most embarrassed I’ve ever been right now, so can you just stop asking me questions, please, and I’ll tell you what’s up.”
The smirk on Jean’s face dropped when he realised how much this was affecting Eren. Jean didn’t speak as he nodded and sat on the couch Eren previously sat on, urging him to continue.
Eren glared at him. “If I hear one word out of your mouth—”
“Yeah, I got it.”
Eren sighed as he ran his hands over his face. “I like this girl, and—”
Jean’s eyes widened. “No way! You’re like this over a girl?” He exclaimed.
Eren clenched his jaw and tilted his head when the 6’2” boy jumped up and began shaking his shoulders. “Bro!”
Jean’s hysterical laughter could be heard down the hallway, piquing the interest of Sasha and Connie, who smiled knowingly before they left their dorm.
“Forget I ever told you, Kirstein,” Eren said lowly, shoving Jean’s hands off his shoulders. But before he could leave, the dorm door swung open.
“Jaeger, what’s going on?” Sasha’s voice was twinged with mischief, Connie following close behind. Eren wished the floor would swallow him whole.
But before he could make his great escape, Jean sported a cheeky grin and hooked his arm around the shorter boy’s neck, pulling him into a loose headlock. “Eren likes a girl, and he’s sooo shy about it.”
“Y/n?” Connie said. Everyone paused their movements, Eren trying to escape Jean’s death grip and Sasha moving forward to tickle him.
“How—?” Eren started before Connie cut him off.
“Don’t think we don’t notice how you practically stare at her in Finance and search for her at the courts. You’re the most un-subtle person ever, Eren.”
Connie knew he had hit the nail on the head when Eren turned a deep shade of pink, making his friends whoop in laughter.
“Eren’s whipped!” They teased, ruffling his hair and poking him in the ribs as he attempted to leave.
“No, don’t leave! We’ll help you!” Sasha called after Eren when he walked out the door.
Eren stopped in the middle of the hallway. Was he really about to take girl advice from a bunch of idiots? Did he have another choice? He knew he'd get teased relentlessly if he told Armin and Mikasa. But he'd already told these three, and they were the biggest loudmouths in the universe.
Groaning, Eren spun on his heel and trudged back into Jean’s dorm.
“Fine.”
—
The night before, after telling the boys and Sasha about his issue, Eren was given a plan and told to follow it.
It was the first class of the day, and Eren held his usual black coffee in one hand and a note in his other. He rolled his eyes and shoved the scrap piece of paper Jean, Sasha, and Connie had written on in his pocket before running a hand through his hair. There’s no way he was going through with this.
“Ready for the plan?” Connie asked, a giggle slipping through as he shook Eren’s arm.
Eren forgot he had Finance with him. “Yeah, bro. Totally.”
Connie smirked, adjusting his backpack strap on his shoulder. “Get ready. Phase one is in motion.”
Eren was about to ask him what he meant but was instead rendered speechless when he spotted you disappearing through the doors to the lecture hall.
“Come on,” Connie pulled Eren along, nearly tripping them both. Meanwhile, Eren was running through what to say to you. His palms were sweaty, his breathing was shallow, and he licked his lips nervously.
He saw you giggling with one of your friends, someone he had yet to know the name of, but he could barely take his gaze off you. So effortlessly gorgeous with kind eyes. Shy and reserved, but he’d seen you at parties and knew that you were the opposite when you were with the right people and in the right place. He hoped he’d eventually be someone you could be yourself around.
“Go,” Connie’s voice brought him back to reality, and before he knew it, he was shoving Eren in your direction.
“Con—”
“Hey, Eren.” Your voice.
Eren stood straight as a board, frantically looking at Connie behind him. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He then focused his attention on the wall behind you, trying to remember the notes on the paper and the plan he was told to follow. The plan!
“Oh! Uh—hey, Y/n. What’s up?” He internally cringed at his attempt to talk to you.
“Not much, just freaking out over the quiz today,” You laughed, playing with your pen.
Eren’s eyes widened.
“There’s a quiz today,” He said it more to himself as a realisation than a question, but you nodded.
“Yep, on topics 3-6.”
Eren sucked in his cheeks. How could he forget?
“Eren, you okay?” You asked him. He exhaled and nodded, throwing his thumb over his shoulder.
“I should probably sit.”
You held back a laugh and nodded again, not knowing what more to say. Eren would have slapped himself had he not been in a lecture hall with 300 others.
“Bye, Y/n,” He rushed, turning around and making a beeline to where Connie sat a few rows down.
He wore a devilish smirk when Eren plopped into the seat beside him. “So, loverboy? How did it go?”
Eren shook his head, flustered. “Nothing happened. We’re moving on.”
Connie’s jaw hung open. “No, the plan says—”
“Fuck the fucking plan, Springer. It’s not happening. I can’t do it.”
Connie felt a pang of sympathy for his friend. “Eren—”
“Nope, I’m spending the rest of my life alone.”
Eren didn’t dare turn around to look back at you in fear you’d have realised his intentions and laugh at him for his attempt to flirt with you.
Connie opened his mouth to joke about something to quarrel Eren’s anxieties, but the lecturer spoke loudly over the microphone and announced that there was, in fact, a quiz.
Plan #1 = A Fail
“I just don’t understand why we can’t tell the rest of the group. I feel like this is a friend group issue,” Connie complained.
“This is not a friend group issue, Constance, this is a me issue, and I have come to you to help me. If I wanted their help, I would’ve asked them,” Eren said firmly.
Connie threw his hands up in defence and nodded, mouthing a ‘sorry.’
Jean shook his head. “I agree with Connie."
"Me too!" Sasha cut in.
"We should tell them.”
“No! I’m not telling them, and soon, I won’t be telling you about this anymore," Eren mumbled.
“But, Eren, you know we love helping you! I’m sure they would love it too,” Sasha urged, sighing when the brunette shook his head.
“Not happening.”
The two boys and Sasha groaned and began arguing their points.
“At least tell Armin and Mikasa. I think they deserve to know what’s going on,” Sasha hinted, smiling widely when Eren glared at her.
—
“You what?” Mikasa’s yell made Eren step forward and cover his best friend’s mouth.
“Shut the fuck up,” Eren whispered. "You can’t tell anyone.“
He took his hand off Mikasa’s face and rubbed his eye with his knuckle.
“You can’t talk to a girl because you’re scared?” Mikasa provoked, covering her mouth with her hand to muffle her childish laughter. “This hasn’t happened before.”
“Thanks, dipshit, I know,” Eren rolled his eyes before pacing the room.
Eren was usually the shit-stirrer of the friend group, but his friends could tell when he was in distress, and clearly, not being able to speak to you was turning out to be a bigger deal than they initially thought.
“You really like her?” Armin asked.
Eren was shocked when he didn’t hear an ounce of humour in his best friend’s voice. “Yeah.”
“Okay, let’s devise a plan, then.”
Eren shook his head. “No, no more planning. I’ve already tried Sasha’s plan.”
“Wait, Sasha knows?” Armin’s eyes widened.
Eren laughed and nodded. “And Jean and Connie.”
“Wow, so much for being our best friend, Eren,” Mikasa joked, ruffling his hair.
“Get off me, and fine. If you want to make a plan, talk to them and I’ll see if your plan is good enough to use.”
—
“This is a shit plan.”
Armin gawked. “You haven’t even read through all of it yet.”
Eren shook his head. “I don’t need to read all of it to know it’s shit.”
Armin rolled his eyes and scrunched up the piece of paper in his hand. He grumbled something as he did so and found the trash can in Jean’s room to throw it in.
“Ok, fine. Think about it this way,” Jean said, ripping another page from the notebook. “You’re Eren fucking Jaeger, okay? You’re hot and you’re great with girls, and if Y/n is the one you really want and she’s as great as you say she is, then there’s no doubt in my mind that she’ll like you too. But bro, gonna be honest, this is sad to watch.”
“Shut the hell up,” Eren mumbled, a smile gracing his cheeks. But nonetheless, he cocked his head in contemplation and with a surge of confidence, he was off. Jean’s words were next to hopeless, but he was right about one thing.
Eren really wanted you.
You sat in the coffee shop on the edge of campus like you did every Thursday afternoon, except this time, you’d be getting a visit from Eren.
You hadn’t expected him to stumble towards you in class last Monday morning, but you were glad he did. You’d been wanting to talk to him since the first time you saw him and you counted your lucky stars that he initiated the first conversation before you had to. Although calling it a conversation would be an overstatement, it was a few words at best. Nonetheless, since last Monday, you’d been looking for him more than you usually did.
But, sitting in the coffee shop like you did most weeks, you didn’t expect him to put up a chair beside you. In fact, you would’ve never anticipated the hard set of his jaw with the contrast of his nervous eyes, but you weren’t complaining.
“Hey, Y/n,” Eren greeted, his hands laced together on the table. The corner of your lip drew upwards at the sudden company.
“Hi, Ren,” You replied sweetly. You didn’t miss the way his cheeks tinted pink at the way you used his nickname. It was cute when you said it.
“Uh—I was just wondering if you..” He trailed off, and you tilted your head, urging him to continue. “If you, uh, had the notes for class last week? After the quiz?” He said in a rush. Your shoulders visibly slumped at the mention of class but nodded, alas.
“Yeah, I can email them over to you, or text, whichever is easier,” You smiled; however, Eren noticed it didn’t reach your eyes like it normally did.
“You can text them to me, that would be best. Here, let me give you my number,” Eren grinned, and you felt a spark in your chest. He had the prettiest smile.
You passed him your unlocked phone and watched as he typed in his phone number.
“There you go,” He slides your phone across the table. “Thank you.”
You locked your phone without checking the screen beforehand and nodded. “It’s no problem, Eren. I’ll have them to you by tonight.”
Eren beamed and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth to stop smiling. “See you next week at the game?”
You drew in a sharp breath. “Yes! I’ll be there. It starts at 7, right?”
He nodded and stood from the chair. “On the dot. See you there.”
You stared out the window with warm cheeks as he left. Scrambling to pick up your phone, you open it to see Eren’s contact.
Ren :)
Your heartbeat increased when you saw the photo of his face on the contact. He must’ve taken it while you were clicking around on your laptop to locate the class notes.
Oh yeah, this was going to be an issue.
Plan #2 = A Success
You texted Eren later that night with the notes from class attached. He swore he stopped breathing when he saw the unknown number on his phone screen.
“What’s up, Eren?” Reiner asked when he saw his friend in a state of shock.
Eren whipped his head towards him. “Oh, sorry, nothing.”
Porco squinted at Eren from behind his glasses, a small smirk growing on his lips.
“You need new glasses or something, Galliard?” Eren snapped. The boys around him started whooping and shaking his shoulders when they heard his attitude. “Get off me.”
“Love troubles, Eren?” Pieck joked, complaining when Sasha pinched her bicep, but then her eyebrows flew up when she realised she was right. “Who is she?”
Jean, Connie, and Armin sat silently on the couch, Sasha, Pieck, and Mikasa on Jean’s bed while the boys prodded Eren for answers. He was becoming more snappy than before, so they knew they’d hit a soft spot.
However, Ymir noticed that the three most talkative weren’t talking. “You know,” She threw an accusatory finger at the boys on the couch and then at Sasha. The room went silent as everyone watched the interaction.
“We know nothing,” Connie said, shrugging his shoulders.
But, then he winked. Fucking Connie.
The room went loud with shouting and laughter, and Eren knew he’d have to tell them eventually.
“Fine! Calm the fuck down and listen because I’m only telling you once.”
Ymir laid back on the giant beanbag with a shit-eating grin alongside Historia.
Eren stood in front of them all, wringing his fingers.
“Today, Jaeger,” Ymir rolled her eyes when Eren took a second too long, earning her and the others that snickered a glare.
“Okay, her name is Y/n, and she’s in my finance class, okay? I’ve tried talking to her too many fucking times, and I’m hopeless. So there, are you happy now?”
Uproar.
Eren had boys shaking his shoulders with words of encouragement while the girls laughed and teased him for his crush.
“You should give her your jersey for next week’s game!” Armin suggested.
The room fell quiet.
“Arlert, you are a genius!” Connie yelled, and Mikasa and Sasha ran out of the room to get Eren’s spare jersey from his dorm.
But, Eren was stuck in a whirlwind of things to say, things not to say, ways of giving you the jersey, how to text you, how not to. Even though it was an overload of information, he was sure he had a sound method of getting the jersey to you.
—
Over the course of the next week, Eren and you had been texting non-stop. A random text from you on Friday night about which diner in town was the best for ice cream sundaes had sparked a debate over what flavour ice cream sundae was the best. He then messaged you a photo of a dog he saw on his morning run on Sunday.
Despite not seeing each other until Friday due to busy schedules, Eren felt he had known you forever, as cheesy as it was. You agreed and disagreed on the same things except for the ice cream sundae dilemma.
—
“Don’t fuck this up or all of our hard work would’ve been for nothing,” Jean mumbled in Eren’s ear 3 hours before the game. Both of them were already in their game day suits, Eren with his black coffee and Jean with his new pair of Jordans.
“Gee, thanks for the words of encouragement, horsey.”
Eren had texted you half an hour before to meet him at the coffee shop, hoping you could make it. You responded immediately, accepting. Oh, how his skin tingled and the nauseous feeling in his stomach settled at the sight of the little ‘x’ at the end of the message.
This plan may be the best one yet.
Jean left Eren alone at the coffee shop to make his way down to the basketball court, saluting him as he walked off. Eren shook his head and rolled his lips between his teeth. It was now or never.
“Eren!” You called from across the grass, waving at him. He swore the smile on his face couldn’t get any bigger, but when it came to you, he didn’t know what was possible.
“Hey, how are you?” He asked, a grin playing on his lips. You laughed until you stopped in front of him.
“I’m great now. Are you excited for the game?” You questioned, lacing your fingers in front of your body.
Eren nodded before he realised why he asked you to meet. “I, uh, actually wanted to ask if you wanted to wear my jersey tonight, to the game? It’s totally fine if you don’t want to, but I just thought I’d ask anyway–”
“Of course, I’d love to,” You said shyly. Eren sighed in relief as he passed you the black material.
You giggled as you unravelled the jersey, admiring the ‘Jaeger/4’ on the back. Your heart leapt in your chest and your stomach was full of butterflies. You let out a little noise of happiness and peered at Eren.
He watched you with such adoration, it shocked you at first, but then the feeling of his eyes looking at you so intensely was something you wanted for the rest of your life.
“I—”
“God, you don’t know what you do to me,” Eren blurted. He’d never felt so vulnerable and embarrassed, but those lovely eyes of yours assured him that whatever he was feeling was okay. “Sorry.”
Your eyebrows flew to your hairline. You weren’t expecting that.
“Don’t be sorry, Eren,” You said softly, your voice void of any indication you were making fun of him. “The feeling’s mutual. I was actually going to tell you that I can’t stop thinking about you before you interrupted me.”
“Really?” He laughed in disbelief—he never thought he’d meet someone like you who’d want him back. His friends were right.
You nodded, playing with the collar of the Jaeger jersey in your arms. You smiled and felt your cheeks get warm. “Now, go. I don’t want to get in trouble for keeping you from warm-ups, you’ve got a game to win.”
Eren brought his fist up to his ear before he pointed at you and stepped backwards. “I’ll look for you in the stands, okay?”
You giggled and nodded. “Score a point for me, Ren?"
“I’ll score multiple for you. And maybe I’ll buy you an ice cream sundae after the game.”
You gasped, and your smile grew impossibly larger, your cheeks hurting from grinning and the cold.
“Chocolate and banana?” You call after him.
“You bet! I’ll even get you extra M&Ms.”
And once he was a fair distance away, you spun around, screwed your eyes shut, and laughed excitedly.
Plan #3 = The Winner
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Bert & Pieck Half Sibling Au?!?!?!?👁
(Based off this post😭) thanks @deerish for the meal that fueled this.
So like……..haha I didn’t lie when I said this would be simmering in my mind for a while💀. Such an unintentionally wholesome concept stemmed from this idea oop. Nothing much but just Pieck being her silly self around Bert when they were younger and before baby Bert was sent off to his mission. ;( I built lore for this while I disassociated at work💪🏽
Pieck and Bert share the same father but his mother died during childbirth, hence him only having his grandfather as his only living relative (ik he doesn’t have a grandfather but let me live) Bert is actually a b*stard child and his father had a whole family with Pieck and her mother until she too died while Pieck was still young. Pieck is confirmed older than him, it’s never explicitly stated but I’d wager about three to four yrs since she’s closer to Zeke’s age anyways.
She’s never told about Bert or their blood ties but her father hinted at it a couple times before he died (unintentionally) and the rest of her family on her mother’s side knows about it so she basically grows up hearing whispers about him. She puts the pieces together after a while of meeting Bert and after they inherited their titans. I’d like to point out that Bertolt is completely oblivious to all this and her overly kind and interactive attitude towards him. It isn’t until later on that he realizes it and analyzes things his grandfather has told him.
However, they keep it under wraps and have a nonverbal agreement to not bring it up or mention it in the slightest. They never do acknowledge their ties and they never see each other again after Bert is sent away on the mission :(. Bert is a soft boy so his only regret before dying is never getting to fully confirm whether she was his actual sister and the fact that he still had some extended family as her besides his lone grandfather.
For the Armin bits: Armin is heavily conflicted with the memories and information of Bertolt actually having a living relative. He never tells anyone else though since he wants to honor Bertolt’s and Pieck’s wish to keep it a secret between themselves, he also doesn’t think it’ll buy Bertolt any sympathy since she is also a titan shifter. This is also slight Jearmin lmao. The only time he cuts close to revealing Bert’s secret is when he’s with Jean after having a nightmare and seeing a memory with Pieck.
As for Pieck…..she straight up wants revenge against Zeke and Eren for Bert’s death, given that Zeke failed to bring him back and Eren (and Mikasa, but she doesn’t know that) was a driving reason for Armin inheriting Bert’s titan. She wants to kidnap Armin maybe?? Probably and maybe torture him a bit, but she soon realizes Armin is innocent and was an (partially)unwilling participant in his death so she decides to leave him alone but he later seeks her out.
I’m probably gonna make more parts to this lmao, ik nobody is reading all this but it’s literally impossible for me to post anything without context🫠🥲
#illustration#art#fanart#anime art#digital art#anime#aot#aot fanart#pieck finger#bertholdt hoover#berts big nose#aot pieck#aot bertholdt#snk#singeki no kyojin#attack on titan#attack on titan au#sibling au#half siblings#shingeki no kyojin#jearmin#colossal titan#cart titan#what if Armin actually got memories from Bert#PLEASE WHY DIDNT HE?!?#another aot au#armin aot#armin arlert#jean kirstein#snk fanart
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hitch is jean in a different font
i might have a new WIP or two cooking, and one of them has me vibrating and combing over canon to make this argument: hitch as jean's shadow, their parallel journeys, her growth only a few months behind his. marlowe as a kind of marco, stohess as her trost.
for me it's all toward a reijean / hitchannie agenda but pray any hitch and jean stans appreciate:
we meet hitch as an almost-jean: well-aware of what the military police actually is. pragmatic. in the anime's expansion of stohess, jean looks at the MPs scrambling and thinks, "i could've actually been one of them too, huh? just how did i end up here instead?"
the scene of marlowe and hitch cleaning up stohess is another anime addition, in the s2 premiere. marlowe is bewildered that titans were in sina to begin with, but hitch's focus is more mundane: "the worst thing about it all is that so many people died for no good reason." the hulu subtitles are more like "there's no official reason all these people died." levi echoes the sentiment in 59 when he bluntly tells them annie was the female titan: "no one knows a damn thing."
levi trusts jean to feel them out for a reason, and i think hitch impressed him way more than marlowe. he respects her disgust for loss of life, and her balls to blame the survey corps for it. she's actually a mini nile dawk there, to me, when nile realizes what erwin is up to in stohess, and it makes me think that jean's pragmatism is a necessary injection of the MPs' better traits into the suicidal SC. that it's in the same chapter as jean and armin recovering from their run-in with the interior squad is telling.
in the 125 hitch/annie date, annie is looking up at the colossals, and hitch literally grounds her. annie is struck by their height, maybe she thinks of bertolt, maybe she's thinking of her mission to prevent this from happening, but hitch doesn't give a shit about the titans themselves, only what they leave in their wake. it feels similar to jean telling eren about marco's death in 22. marco instilled in jean that a leader is honest about what they ask people to die for; hitch is disgusted by the senselessness of the death her whole career has been about cleaning up.
i think it's easy to look at hitch yawning among the jaegerists in 139 as a bit of her cockroach quality—keeping her head down and saluting along for her survival among fascists, like shadis advises the recruits who beat him (also in 125). but we have seen her demonstrate such kindness, and mourn. practically, she must be pissed that the junta she and marlowe risked themselves to install has been totally upended; she stands by her actions in the uprising arc, look at how she and armin witness zackly's assassination. but beyond that, she hates death more than anything. she could reason that marlowe's death was toward something tangible, the truth of their world, but that it snowballed into the death of most of the world? the rumbling is probably a national holiday to those freaks. it's ghoulish to her.
for my ship agenda (even if you're into these relationships only platonically):
hitch talking to annie's crystal feels like jean saving reiner in shiganshina. everyone else was ready to discard or forget about these traitors, but hitch, jean, and armin all cling to the softness they couldn't reconcile with annie and reiner's titan forms. with what he thought were his dying breaths, reiner delivered ymir's letter. on her day off, in Wall Sina, Goodbye, annie kept her word, and tried to reunite a father and daughter. hitch might have negged her for it, seen it as busy work, but it's the same kindness she bullied marlowe for, if carefully buried under annie's insistence that it was just the quid pro quo between them.
idc that armin talked to her, too, or he knew her longer. hitch fuckin mourned her!! and i think being angry with annie, questioning her for four years, is way, way more humanizing than armin basically monologuing at her while feeling sorry for himself and bertolt and titan shifters generally. (this sounds like i hate armin but swear i love him; i just think aruani is most interesting when bertolt is involved.)
hitch accurately clocks that annie seemed afraid of getting close to people. her own fellow cadets just thought of her as distant, bored; when hange asks the scouts in the 104th about RBA's interactions as cadets, they're at a loss, even armin. even her fellow warriors didn't really see her. annie's distance was a kindness, and her own armor. she sees reibert's deep cover as a waste of time, but i think she also sees they're bound to hurt themselves and their mission in the long run. even though everyone felt betrayed after stohess, reiner was a greater shock, a deeper wound. i think annie wanted to minimize hurt on all fronts. (look how she dips out of the alliance, it's because she's tired, and doesn't want to kill eren, or anyone.)
jean comes to understand reiner only after he and connie and armin have to kill their 104th classmates at the pier. hitch can't fully fathom annie's circumstances or pain, especially not annie saying she'd do it all again, but hitch listens to it all and thanks her for the vulnerability, for softening, which is more compassion than most of the paradis side of the alliance has managed so far. she has a head start on the emotional strides jean makes in between 127 and 133, maybe because she got a bit of catharsis beating her fists against annie's crystal for four years.
they're both sick of their shit
#hitchannie#hitch dreyse#jean kirchstein#hitch x annie#reiner x jean#aot meta#hitch is levi's favorite MP#♃#aottxt#reijean#jeanbo#snk 125#snk 59
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here's my aot what if -
what if nobody died and everyone lived happily ever after😁😁
Pls I love this so much. That's me when my fav character dies.
What if nobody died?
This is a joke and completely delusional of me, but here are my AOT characters sweet and peaceful endings if death and depression weren't AOTs moto
Carla would be still alive, we would have more screen time from this absolute milf (Sorry, I am feral for her), being the best mom and Eren always by her side, taking care of her, when he is not traveling with Armin.
Mikasa is either with Carla or occasionally traveling with Armin and Eren. She's out of the military for certain and just chilling, probably became a painter or writer.
Armin, my sweet beloved Armin, just travels around the world (if the titans were taken care of) and becomes this super notorious writer and explorer. I genuinely think he would be a scientist and inventor, like his parents.
Jean probably follows the military career, even become commander when he was older. This man fights for people, and if Marco is by his side...we would see big changes in Paradis military system!
Sasha and Connie would probably remain two chaotic creatures that live in a farm. Sasha would also remain in the military, in my opinion. She likes teaching young people and helping her community. Connie just decided to live a quiet life with his family, probably in a farm close to Sasha's family estate.
Ymir and Historia are married and queens. That's it. They are icons and care for many orphans (even if Ymir is awkward with them).
Erwin, Levi and Hange are retired and on permanent vacation. Permanent vacation! Also, Levi's squad is alive and well. Levi is one of those old dudes who accidentally got adopted by children despite his very mean face.
Reiner has a family. He probably has a bunch of kids that he loves so much. He is the best father in the world because his own dad was trash. HE IS NO CONTACT WITH HIS MOM!!!
Bertholdt is honestly just living his best life, just sleeping in weird positions and resting. No I don't think he got with Annie. I can imagine him becoming a teacher.
Annie just disappeared and took Pieck with her. She is living in a cabin far away with zero human contact and a bunch of chickens and goats. That girl deserves peace. Pieck is there because it's quiet and she can nap all day.
Porco and Marcel are happy siblings, so are Colt and Falco. Falco and Gabi actually married, I don't make the rules.
Zeke is just...Zeke. I think he becomes a doctor and runs an abortion clinic. Not elaborating on that.
My man Onyankopon is a rich dude on a paradise island, just chilling and being the handsome man that he is. Probably is the one who brought Hange, Levi and Erwin to the island for their eternal vacation.
#pls i wrote this high on adhd meds#forgive me for the sillyness#attack on titan#aot headcannons#eren jaeger#mikasa ackerman#levi ackerman#jean aot#armin arlert#erwin smith#hange zoe#onyankopon#annie leonhart#porco galliard#reiner braun#pieck finger
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the bond - chapter fourteen.
*bond: a relationship between people or groups based on shared feelings, interests, or experiences.
word count: 5909
based off of: 3x08, 3x09, & 3x10
a/n: ummm so kenny? pt. 2?
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You stare at the collapsing cavern in front of you, back pressing into the wall behind you because of the force of wind being smacked in your direction. It feels like it’s slapping you, forcing you back as your eyes shift across the cavern, trying to find some sort of escape room.
You can’t see anything.
Not anything that’ll help you escape at least.
To your side, Historia presses against you, and you let out a huff of frustration at the situation.
“We need to figure out something,” you cry, staring at the pieces of falling debris; “or else we’re gonna get crushed under the rumble.”
No one says anything because there are no solutions–not any viable ones at least. No one says anything because they can’t argue against your words either. You might’ve been able to rescue Eren and Historia, but that still didn’t help with the actual escaping part now that Rod Reiss had transformed and there was still the threat of Kenny’s men.
Kenny…
Had he made it out okay?
Did you care?
You weren’t sure.
A sob pulls you from your thoughts, brows furrowing as you glance down at Eren who’s slumped against the wall, noticing the tears streaming down his face.
“I’m sorry, everyone,” he sobs pathetically, hands left hanging by his sides uselessly. “I’ve been nothing but useless… ever since the very beginning, I was never the hope of humanity…”
No one says anything. A second later, something catches Eren’s eyes.
“Armor?”
“What’s this?” Jean speaks up, your eyes flickering to him as he smirks down at Eren. “Think you’re some tragic hero? When have you ever accomplished anything by your strength alone?”
Connie is quick to follow his lead; “what a weakling,” he jests, “we’ve been through worse than this.”
“Far worse,” you pipe up, pulling Eren’s gaze on you as you meet his, smiling down at him. “I’d say, at least.”
“Not that I wanna get used to it!” Sasha adds and you let out a light laugh at that.
“Still,” Connie mumbles, glancing ahead; “it’s going to suck trying to navigate through all that.”
Following the direction of his gaze, you scoff; “you’re telling me.”
“I’ll take Eren,” Mikasa calls from over your shoulder.
Jean then leans towards Historia, frowning; “we can’t go nice and slow for you, so hold on for your life.”
A moment later, she’s nodding.
“It’s useless,” Eren mumbles, staring at you like you’ve all gone insane. “We can’t escape.”
“So do nothing?” Historia argues, glaring down at him. “You wanna sit here and hold hands til we’re crushed or burned to death? Because we’re enemies of humanity?”
Eren’s eyes widen.
“You know,” Levi speaks up, voice low. “I hate doing this to you every time, but… Eren. you’ve gotta make the choice.”
You’re not sure what it means, but it seems to be enough for Eren. The look of surprise on his face fades as his gaze hardens and determination floods his gaze. With a blink of the eye, he’s standing up, grabbing the armor vial you’d brought with you and lunging forward, right in the direction of Rod Reiss.
“Eren!” Mikasa cries, reaching out for him but he’s already too far gone.
In the next second there’s a bright light that blinds you, your hands falling in front of your gaze as you lean back, trying to squint through. As the fog fades and lessens, you see it–it’s the Attack Titan! And not some frail or broken version of Eren’s Titan, he’s completely transformed and there’s that hardening stuff that had swarmed you all seconds ago coming out of him, spreading around the entirety of the cavern in long vines.
“What the…”
“Everyone!” Levi bellows, “get underneath Eren!”
No one hesitates, and moving so you’re directly standing underneath Eren, you watch as the vines he sends out protects you from the pieces of debris falling around you all. It creates a wall, and as the entire chapel breaks and falls apart over top of you, none of you get hit.
Trying to peer through the smoke surrounding you, your eyes widen.
“Guys!” You scream, pointing ahead of yourself, “Eren! He’s hardening too!”
Your eyes meet Mikasa and with a gasp, she lunges forward, Jean following her as they’re the two closest. They use their ODM gear to reach his nape, using the handles of their blades to break him out.
Once he’s completely out, Jean and Mikasa help lower him down.
“This is what I call hardening,” Levi calls, staring at the hardened Attack Titan Eren had left behind, completely intact. “Even after cutting you away, the Titan hasn’t disappeared. Pretty impressive, yeah?”
Eren just stares, as if in disbelief himself, before he blinks; “oh, yeah! Right before I turned into a Titan, I drank that “Armor” bottle…”
“Yeah,” Levi nods, stepping towards him. “You couldn’t do it at all before now, but you used the hardening power. And saved all of us. In the blink of an eye, you devised and built all this. Yeah, the construction looks shoddy, but… I bet that’s how the walls were made, too. In other words…”
Your eyes widen, shoulders tensing.
“It’s possible for us to plug that hole in Wall Maria now.”
You could… you could go back home…
“A lot of enemies and allies have died on the way,” Levi explains, “and getting this far hasn’t been pretty. But for as ugly as it’s been, look at the position we’re in now.”
Biting your lip, you glance up, eyes widening when you see Jean’s eyes on you. It’s like he’d been watching you the entire time, gauging your reaction and it makes your heart flutter at the action – he’d been the only one you’d really expressed just how much plugging that hole in Maria meant. How much going back meant to you.
And even in the midst of everything, it seemed you’d been his first thought.
Your lips part, but then–
“Captain!”
You turn at the sound of Sasha’s voice, watching as Connie and Sasha make their way back down the rope they’d used to climb out.
“We’ve secured an exit!” Sasha explains, landing on her feet before turning to make her way over to you all, Connie behind her.
“Armin’s okay.” Connie assures, “Hange and Moblit too.”
“Well done,” Levi nods back at them.
“Eren,” Sasha calls, racing towards him.
“You okay?” Eren asks in return, leaning in the direction of her.
All of sudden, Sasha falls to her knees in front of Eren, pressing her forehead to the floor; “we’re all safe, thanks to you!” You smile at that, shaking your head at her antics.
“But to be perfectly honest, when you ran off prancing while crying like a baby… I thought we were doomed!”
Shaking your head, you step forward.
“Sasha,” you call out, frowning lightly.
“‘It’s over, over!’” She continues, simply ignoring you, “‘Get it together, nincompoop! Quit bawling like a snotty-nosed brat!’ is what I thought.”
Levi steps towards her, “hey,” he calls, “let’s go. We’re going after that big-ass Titan.”
-
Despite yours and everyone else attempts to argue in favour, Historia readily accepts her role as Queen. She’s thankful for you all standing up for her, but she knows what is expected of her and she understands the consequences if she denies it.
All she has is one last condition–that she be allowed to fight alongside you all as a Scout one last time.
So, here you are, preparing for the battle that Commander Erwin has set up, fighting alongside your comrades and those you’ve grown to care for as a family with the hopes that the gamble is a success.
If it isn’t, then hundreds of innocent lives will be lost.
Splashing some water on your face, you try to stay focused, ignoring the millions of thoughts running through your mind.
“Y/N.”
Brows furrowing, you straighten out, head turning to the left and frowning when you see Jean facing you.
You’d been grouped off with him, Sasha, and Connie, with Levi leading your section, so it isn’t really a surprise he’s here. What is a surprise is that he wants to talk to you… the two of you have been steadily avoiding each other, despite being in close contact, since you’d confessed your feelings for him. You didn’t blame him; you’d avoided him just as much as he had and honestly, you weren’t ever sure if things would go back to the way they were.
You doubted it. Even if the two of you managed to settle things, your heart would still hurt every time you looked at him. It wasn’t his fault, that you knew. If anything, it was your fault for letting your emotions get the better of you even if you’d known how wrong it would’ve been if you did so.
In all honesty, this was all your fault. Your fault for being stupid, for being emotional, for letting yourself think that something like a relationship was possible in the world you lived in. It wasn’t just the Titans, it was your life–who you were. You’d grown up alone, you had no friends… it was a miracle you’d managed to make the comrades you had in the past few years.
And you’d ruined one of the most important ones because of your feelings.
Meeting his gaze, you swallow thickly; “yes?”
“I…” His lips part to say more, eyes wide and a light flush across his cheeks, but even as he stands there, no words manage to escape him.
Letting your hands fall, you sigh. It was unfair of you to punish him when he’d done nothing wrong – if he didn’t like you in that way, that was just a fact you’d have to come to understand. “It’s okay, Jean,” you whisper, ignoring the way your heart twists painfully in your chest. “I understand.”
He blinks, shocked because he hadn’t said anything, shaking his head; “but–”
“I shouldn’t have let my feelings get in the way, anyways,” you explain, shaking your head as you step towards him. “It was silly and unprofessional of me. I’m sorry I put you in such a tight spot in the first place.”
“Y/N–”
A loud thud echoes, shaking the ground beneath you and your head turns in the direction of Rod Reiss’ Titan, noting that he’s shortening the distance.
Turning back to Jean, you smile lightly though it doesn’t meet your eyes; “we should get ready.”
And with that you walk past him, moving towards Levi, Connie and Sasha who are standing a few feet away from you. You don't notice Jean’s gaze follow your own, a deep frown on his lips as he curses himself mentally.
Why couldn’t he just say it?
-
Eren is successful. You feel the heat of the blast as he sends the explosives directly into Rod Reiss’ mouth, sending his body in chunks into multiple different directions.
Commander Erwin’s order comes seconds later; ‘find the nape and kill it’ and without hesitation, everyone jumps into action, making their way towards Rod Reiss’ body, slicing through the pieces of his body that fly before you.
The desperation bleeds in, trying to find his nape. You hear Jean call out towards Connie in frustration, and your eyes meet Sasha’s briefly as you both slice through the chunks that come soaring towards you with no luck.
And then a flash of blond zooms past you, and before you know it, an explosion echoes, Historia having successfully sliced through the nape of her father–effectively killing him.
She’d… she’d done it.
-
“Hold on… you’re seriously doing it, Historia?”
“Yeah, I am.”
Raising a brow, you glance at Historia.
“Mikasa was just joking,” Eren argues, the desperation bleeding into his tone as he walks beside the girl, trying to get her to listen to reason. “Right, Mikasa?” His gaze shifts to Mikasa who, as usual, is walking next to him, confident that she’ll give reason.
“After you smack him, tell him this… ‘I dare you to hit me back’.”
But of course, Mikasa has always had a personal vendetta against the Captain since the moment he beat up Eren when he was on trial – so, as you expected, she doesn’t listen to reason. Or help Historia to either.
“Damn you…!” Eren curses.
Poking through the space between Jean and Historia, you set your hand on Historia, squeezing it reassuringly; “I personally think this is a wonderful idea,” you grin, despite yourself. It wasn’t often you all got to have a bit of fun and especially recently. Sure, it could end horribly but you doubted Levi would act the way Eren was so afraid he would – if there was one thing you’ve come to learn about the Captain is his grumpy personality was nothing more than just a front. Besides… “Eren’s just afraid of the Captain,” you eyes, eyes shifting as you stick your tongue out at him.
Eren just stares wide-eyed back at you; “aren’t you?!” Then, turning back to Historia, he shakes his head. “If it’s not a real grudge, just forget about it.”
“If I can’t do this, how can I call myself Queen?”
Nodding to yourself, you find you like Historia’s reasoning.
“Hell yeah, Historia,” Jean cheers from beside you, and you send a quick glance his way before averting your gaze. “That’s the spirit!”
Historia lets out a gasp, eyes falling ahead of her, and you follow her gaze, eyes widening when you see it’s Levi himself. He walks forward when he notices the group of you, moving to stand in front of you, and slowly, Historia steps forward, shoulders tensing as nervous gasps leave her lips. You wait in bated breath, now not so sure with the man standing directly in front of you.
How would Levi actually respond?
After a moment longer, Historia suddenly lets out a cry, racing forward and swinging her arm back before punching Levi directly in his arm. In retrospect, the punch doesn’t look all that painful, still, your chest tightens with worry as Sasha and Connie grab onto you in panic and you all watch, waiting to see Levi’s reaction.
“How’d you like that?!” Historia cries, giggling maniacally, “I’m the Queen! If you got a problem–”
But then, Levi does the unthinkable,
He laughs.
A short, simple chuckle.
Still–
Then, slowly, he raises his head, a soft smile on his lips; “thank you… all of you.”
Eyes widening, you feel yourself relaxed, an ease watching over you as you register the sincerity in his gaze, drifting across all of you. You’re unable to stop the smile that curls onto your lips in response, a sense of pride at being able to not only succeed but make Levi proud as well.
-
You’re just about to make your way towards Sasha and Mikasa when he calls out for you.
“Y/N.”
And your brows furrowed in confusion, Levi being the last one you expected to call for you. You pause, trying to think if you’d done something that he would want to speak to you about but nothing comes to mind–it surely can’t be because of what had happened in the Chapel, could it? He hadn’t seemed all that frustrated with you after the incident….
A quick glance at Levi’s face and he doesn’t seem mad–so, no, it can’t be that.
Swallowing back the nerves flooding through you, you step towards him, tilting your head in confusion at him; “Captain?”
“Do you have a minute?” He asks, glancing past you, and you follow his gaze, noticing the way Sasha is frowning at you, eyes dancing with wonder, a hard look from Mikasa who’s standing next to her at Levi. You just shake your head at them briefly, before turning back to Levi.
“Yes, Captain,” you assure, clasping your hands behind your back as you meet his gaze. “Is… is everything alright?”
He sighs at that, only further concerning you as he shifts, inhaling sharply before he finally speaks. “Right after the battle with Rod Reiss’ Titan, a Scout informed me that they’d found a sighting of Kenny Ackerman just south of where the Chapel had been. He’d been the sole survivor of his friends, the rest of them all having been crushed under the rubble.”
Lips parting, you stare back at him.
Why was he…–
“Turns out Kenny Ackerman is my uncle.”
Blinking, your eyes widen.
You weren’t expecting that, to put it bluntly–then again, you weren’t expecting any of this.
Levi stares back at you, letting his eyes drift across you before he continues; “my full name is Levi Ackerman.”
It’s shocking to say the least.
But what shocks you more is the fact that Levi is telling you.
You’re just a cadet on his team. One of the many brats he’d been forced to deal with over the past few weeks and although Levi was hard around the edges, you knew he cared about you all in his own way–but that’s just it. He cared about you all, and it wasn’t like you’d grown particularly close to your Captain in any meaning of the word so why had he pulled you aside to tell you this himself?
Something so personal to him?
“With all due respect, Captain, why… Why are you telling me this?”
He pauses, and you feel your chest tighten in worry at what was wrong. Why was he being so… elusive like this?
Reaching into his jacket, he pulls out a slip of paper, before extending it towards you.
You stare at it for a moment, gaze flickering from him to the letter before slowly taking it. He nods at you the second you pause before unfolding it and still as confused as you were two minutes ago, you slowly unfold the paper. It’s old, worn around the edges and the paper has stained yellow and feels as if it might rip if you weren’t anything but gentle with it. Yet, it’s in perfect condition otherwise, as if the letter had been carefully protected over years.
And when you open it, disbelief floods you.
It’s your mothers writing.
You’d recognize it anywhere.
When you were a little girl, she used to help you with your own penmanship and you used to study her writing for hours.
Before you can gather the courage to read it, your eyes meet Levi’s. He’s watching you, carefully, and all he does is gesture at you to read it, staying completely silent.
So, ignoring the racing of your heart and the way your hands shake, you let your eyes drift across the words written on the page.
Kenny.
If you’re reading this, that means you came back.
I tried to wait for a month, but I had to move on. Being in this house felt too painful, reminding me constantly of the day you walked out the door on me and left our child.
I’ve only left this letter so that if you ever did return, you’d know that I tried for you but you never tried for me. For our child. And that I hate you with my entire being.
I never want to see you again.
And I never want your daughter to see what coward her father is.
So, if this letter finds you, never search for me.
Never search for Y/N.
Our child will never know your name, she’ll never know her father and she will inherit my name, not the Ackerman name. She will never know of your existence.
And if I ever see you, I'll kill you myself.
Johanna.
You retrace the words once more, a lump forming at the back of your throat as a sick feeling washes over you, swallowing you whole.
Kenny… was your father.
The feeling that had nagged at the back of your mind, that had filled you with dread and hope all at the same time… it was because it was true.
Kenny Ackerman was your father.
Your father who’d left your mother all alone.
Your mother who had hated him so much she’d never talked about him, never told you the truth and never wanted him to come searching for you?
Is this why? Because he’d left her all alone… because he’d abandoned her–abandoned you…
Had Kenny never gone looking for you because of this?
Or was it because he truly didn’t care for you?
To just leave your mother like that, he must’ve not–
“Y/N.”
You’d forgotten Levi was even there. It’s starting to feel like you can’t breathe as the truth comes crashing onto your shoulders. The sick feeling in your stomach is ever present and your vision is closing in on you as your fingers grip onto the letter tightly, risking ripping it but in your confused mind, you don’t even think of it.
This is… this is horrible. This can’t be true–any of it… all of that, the years spent thinking about your father, dreaming of the day you’d meet him, of imagining what he looked like, sounded like and he was the man who’d captured your friends, tried to kill them… was the man who’d abandoned your pregnant, alone and scared mother.
It comes like a startling realization, barely noticing how you’re gasping for air. You can't breathe–
“Y/N!”
Blinking, you stare back at Levi. Everything zones in on him as he frowns down at you.
“This was it, right? In the wagon? Under the Chapel? You’d thought…” His words trail, like he’s not sure what to say. “You’d thought Kenny might be your father?”
A shaky exhale leaves you. “My mother… before she died… she told me to find my father. She’d said his name but never finished, all she’d gotten out was Ken before she’d… died.” Feeling your eyes water, you do everything in your power to hold back your tears, feeling like you might puke. “When I heard the name, I thought I was crazy but I couldn’t get rid of this feeling in the back of my mind… and then, when you’d mentioned having a moment where you felt like power had surged through you–all I could think was I’d had a moment like that.”
Levi just continues to frown down at you.
“But this?” You cry, unable to stop the way your voice pitches as you gesture to the letter. “He… he just left her! He abandoned my mom and me!”
Levi shakes his head; “he did the same to me.”
You freeze, turning to Levi.
“When I was a boy in the Underground. One day, he just… left.”
It hadn’t even processed to you yet. If Kenny was Levi’s uncle then…
Clenching your fists, you huff; “where is he? I want… I want to talk to him.”
You move to walk forward, but Levi stops you with a hand to your shoulder. When you meet his gaze, he looks solemn; “he’s dead, Y/N.”
He’s… what?
“He wanted me to give you that letter. Said he’s kept it since the day he found it.” Levi explains, “I won't tell you how to feel. You can hate him or you can forgive him. That choice is up to you. But he wanted you to know he was sorry.”
If you had reached him in the Chapel, would he have still apologized to you?
If he wasn’t dying in front of Levi, would he have still felt apologetic for everything?
This was too much. It hurt too much.
Everything–fuck, it hurt.
“Captain,” you whisper, staring at your feet as you blink back the tears. “If Kenny’s your uncle, then…–”
“Yes,” he cuts in before you can finish, and you flinch at his tone, “our relationship stays the same, Y/N. I am still your Captain.”
You try to ignore the way his words sting, tug painfully at your heart. You don’t know why you would’ve expected any differently. This is who Levi was. You didn’t have to know him that well to understand that. His role as a Scout always comes first. He was your Captain and you were a cadet on his squad. Just because… just because–
Nodding, you fight back the words you truly want to say. “I understand, Captain.”
You move to walk off, but Levi’s hand catches your wrist.
Lips parting, you turn to meet his eyes.
“Our relationship stays the same, yes,” he nods, and disbelief floods you as his face shifts to a look of discomfort, as if not sure how to say his next words. There’s regret in his eyes, like he hadn’t meant the words he’d said earlier and his grip on your wrist loosens as his expression softens. “But… you are family, and I know neither of us have very much of that left. So, if you need anything, you… just need to ask.”
Did he–
“That is all.”
His hand leaves your own and before you can say anything, he’s turning, walking off.
You watch his back, watching him grow further and further, as a small smile curls onto your lips, despite everything, his words process in your mind.
Family…
You couldn’t believe it.
You’d lost your mother, you’d never get to talk to your father but… but you had family. You had someone…
You had Levi.
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A knock on your door catches your attention.
Peeling your eyes from the letter that hasn’t left your hands since Levi gave it to you, you glance at your shut door, before slowly letting the letter fall to the bed, standing up.
When you open the door, Jean is standing on the other side of it.
You blink; “Jean.”
He stares back at you, but you quickly notice the look of determination in his gaze. He has his shoulders squared and his hands are clenched by his sides and he’s making his way inside the room before you can even say anything more, let alone him saying anything back in return. The action stuns you and confuses you, and you momentarily wonder if it’s everyone’s goal to confuse you today as you slowly shut the door behind you, turning to face Jean.
You raise a brow; “is… everything okay?”
He spins to face you, and your head jeers back at the quickness of his movement.
“I have something to tell you!” He declares, voice pitching.
You stare back at him for a moment, before nodding. “Me too actually.”
And it’s true. You hadn’t said anything to anyone since Levi had told you, even though Sasha and Mikasa had tried to ask what had happened. It wasn’t that you hadn’t wanted to tell them, but you were still processing the information yourself and needed time. It was one thing to find out who your father was, and another to realize that he’d left your mother and had abandoned you and that you’d never get to ask him about it–about why–because he was dead.
And there was nothing you could do to change that.
But you wanted someone to confide in and even if Levi had said you could come to him, you knew it couldn’t be about this. He’d already done enough telling you the truth in the first place and you still weren’t sure how to navigate this newfound relationship you shared with him.
It was more a matter of who you could confide in.
And despite everything, the answer had come easily.
Jean.
Even if he didn’t return your feelings, even if he didn’t like you like you did–you still felt most comfortable with him. You still found warmth and solace with him by your side and you didn’t want to lose that. As much as you’d felt embarrassed, it had been painful and uncomfortable feeling distant from him for the last while.
And that wasn’t something you wanted to continue.
You wanted to tell him, because you knew he’d help make you feel better and that it would show him that despite what had happened, you still trusted him.
Jean blinks at your words, before slowly nodding and then, there’s an echo of silence, before both of you just blurt it out.
“I’m in love with you!”
“Kenny Ackerman is my father.”
Woah–
Had he…
Eyes widening, you stare back at Jean, a similar expression on his face staring back at you, except his cheeks are bright red with the flush of his confession.
And silence follows, a minute, and then another, and then finally you say something but all you can manage is; “oh.”
He cringes, curling into himself, as his eyes lower and then his eyes catch the letter on your bed and it’s like your words finally register in him.
“Wait,” he calls, shaking his head, “Kenny’s your father?”
“Uh, yeah,” you nod, slowly. “Captain Levi just told me a little bit ago–”
“Captain did?”
“Well, yeah, turns out he’s actually my… family, I guess? Because Kenny’s his uncle and I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to say that to you so do not tell anyone that! Especially Connie or Sasha because I think he’ll actually kill me if he found out and–wait! Did you just say you love me?”
Your ramble ends with you breathless, and Jean’s cheek burns red as the attention turns back to him.
“Yeah,” he says quietly, “I… I wanted to tell you before, when we were fighting Rod Reiss’ Titan but then you just kind of…”
Cut him off is what you’d done.
Because you thought he was just trying to apologize for hurting your feelings and you’d been too embarrassed to have to face pity like that so you’d brushed it off.
He’d been trying to tell you he loved you?
What–
“But when I… you ran off, so I thought–”
Jean steps towards you, “I… I hadn't meant to… not really.” Rubbing the back of his nape, Jean glances at his feet, thoroughly embarrassed. “I was feeling like a coward because Armin had to kill someone for me when I couldn’t and I was worried because you’d gotten hurt and I don’t know… I panicked.”
You look off to the right, unable to stop the pout from forming on your lips; “I thought… Well, I thought it was because you were still in love with Mikasa.”
“What?”
You blink, turning back to Jean, not having expected the bellow that left his lips. His eyes are wide as he stares back at you, like you’re crazy and he’s crossing the distance over to you until he’s right in front of you. “No, no… I… I’ve liked you for a while but I felt like I didn’t deserve you because… well, because I’m a coward.”
You can’t help it. You reach out for him, grabbing his arms as you shake your head up at him. “That is not true,” you argue without hesitation, voice pleading with desperation for him to believe your words. “You’re… you’re one of the bravest men I’ve ever met. Sure, I thought you were a jerk when I first met you but then… you just kept changing and growing and when you chose the Scouts over a quiet life in the Military Police my entire view of you changed. You make me feel safe and warm and protected even if I can take care of myself. You’ve helped me and comforted me more times than I can count and… you were the first one I wanted to tell about my father, Jean. No one else.”
Staring back at you, Jean’s lips part; “Y/N…”
“You’re more than just brave,” you finish, “you’re an amazing leader.”
He stares back at you, your words hanging in the air and then, slowly, his hand raises, and you freeze when his hand falls on your cheek, cupping it.
“I really do love you.” His admission is breathless, as if dazed as he stares down at you, drunk at the sight and feeling of you.
It makes your heart flutter.
Licking your lips, you stare up at him; “I… I love you too, Jean.”
He smiles, and his eyes flicker down to your lips before back on your eyes, and you just stare back at him, waiting. Then, after a moment, he leans forward, pressing his lips against your own. His lips are warm against yours, and your eyes fall shut as he pulls you closer, feeling your back straighten at his touch on you.
He’s pulling back in the next second, still nervous, the kiss short but sweet as you smile up at him, cheeks flushed.
And then, Jean blinks. “We really gotta talk about Kenny being your father though,” he cuts in, frowning down at you. “Are you okay?”
Swallowing thickly, you lean into him; “he wanted me to have that letter… it was a letter my mom had written him after he left her, telling him to never come looking for me or her… Captain Levi said he was sorry,” glancing at the letter, you frown. “But I can’t help but wonder if he’d still feel that way if he’d lived.”
Jean lets go of you, moving to grab the letter. He sends a look your way, asking for permission, but you just nod, letting him read it. You watch him do so, seeing the shock that floods his gaze before he finishes, glancing back at you.
“She… she seemed really hurt.”
You nod, making your way over to him; “I wish she would’ve told me the truth.”
Jean hands you the letter; “she probably thought she was protecting you.”
“I know,” you agree, letting your fingers brush against the letter. “Still. I’ll… I'll never get to ask him myself.”
You feel your eyes water again, unable to hold them back as you stare back at Jean. He reacts without hesitation, pulling you into him as his arms wrap around you, and you sink into the hug, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
Jean holds you close, never letting you go, and it helps.
Even just a little.
-
The door is open when Kenny returns.
And everything is completely silent.
As he pushes the door open slowly, he isn’t surprised to see it completely empty without a single trace of Johanna anywhere.
Frowning, Kenny lets his eyes drift across the barren house, before his eyes fall on a letter laid on the table.
Making his way over, he takes the letter, slowly unfolding it, eyes drifting across the words scrawled across the page.
The second he’s finished, he stares at it a moment longer, before folding it and sliding it into the inner pocket of his jacket, standing there a moment longer before making his way back out of the house.
Kenny doesn’t know it but…
It’s two days after Johanna had left.
And he’d been too late.
It’s that moment that returns to his mind seconds before his death, that barren, empty house and that letter he’d held for sixteen years straight–never once opening it again but never once daring to throw it away.
And as he lets his eyes fall shut, ignoring the stunned look on his nephew's face, he lets himself think of you for the first time in sixteen years. He’d only gotten a glimpse of you, but he lets that float through his mind, before the image of Johanna appears in his mind just as he feels himself slipping away.It would’ve been nice, he thinks, to have been able to talk to you at least once.
#aot#aot x reader#attack on titan#attack on titan x reader#shingeki no kyojin#jean kirstein#jean kirstein x reader#jean kirschtein x reader#jean x reader#jean angst#jean fluff#levi ackerman#eren jaeger
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ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴋɪʀꜱᴛᴇɪɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ || ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ
in honor of aot ending :( Also what if I told yall that ck isn't my thing no more... when s6 comes out I'll watch it but idk if I'm gna post anymore ck stuff
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: implied sexual content (it's mild dw), AOT ENDING SPOILERS!!, Terrible pet names, SOME SAD PARTS
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Jean is a big PDA guy. He tries not to get too handsy but good lord he can't help it. Hands on your waist, hands on your thighs, and hands around your neck are all it'll take to get him going.
His top three love languages are physical touch, quality time, and words of affirmation. He doesn't mean to always touch you but it makes him feel safe that he knows that you're safe. He cannot go one day without kisses or hugs!!
If he doesn't get the slightest attention from you, he'll get super grumpy. Spending time with you is what really helps Jean connect and bond. He'll slowly educate himself on your favorite foods, clothing, etc.
Words of affirmation are how he really bagged you in the first place. Commenting on how beautiful you look, how much he loves you, and encouraging you to do things you love is what makes you fall for him even more.
Dates can range from movie nights to a full-on romantic dinner with rose petals and everything. Making sure you're loved and happy is one of Jean's priorities. He won't stop doing things until you're satisfied (winks) with whatever he's doing.
Jean hates cooking but he can cook. He always complains about how he can't cook and stuff but TRUST ME when I say he can. The second you tasted his cooking, you were in LOVE. You kept asking for seconds, thirds, and forths. (Niccolo obviously cooks better...)
Jean is the type of guy with very low self esteem in a relationship. Scared to lose you to another guy or thinking you're too good for him. Days like those is really what "breaks" the relationship. He doesn't want to but he'll ignore you for a little to give himself space to get rid of thoughts. He overthinks for sure. When he hears you tell him "I love you", he thinks that you don't mean and you're just pitying him.
You always try your hardest to comfort him when he thinks that way. You reassure him that you do love him and you give him millions of reasons why you do love him. It's canon that he covers his ears and gets lost in thoughts when he's really overwhelmed.
After Eren's death, the both of you were closer than ever. He was scared to lose you just like Mikasa lost Eren. (I AM A MIKASA LOVER I SWEAR.) He promises to stay by your side no matter what.
Jean gets jealous easily. He can't hold himself back when he sees a guy getting too comfortable with you. He'll interfere no matter what and doesn't care who that guy is- he'll rush over to you, telling that guy off and making sure that guy knows who you belong to.
He's pretty basic when it comes to pet names. It's just "Babe", "Baby", or a stupid nickname he made for you.
a/n: got lazy lol. AMBCASS ACTUALLY POSTS?!? PLEASE SOMEONE REQUEST SMTH IM CRYINGG I HAVE NOTHING TO WRITE
#ambcassspeaks#ambcasswrites#xolo mariduena#blue beetle x reader#jaime reyes#xolo maridueña#blue beetle#cobrakai#miguel diaz#miguel diaz x reader#jean kirstein#jean kirschstein#jean kirschtein x reader#jean kirschtien#attack on titan#snk#shingeki no kyojin#eren yeager#mikasa ackerman#eren jaeger#fluff#headcanons#headcanon#female reader#x reader#fem reader#reader insert#character x reader#jean kirsten x reader#jean kirschtein x female reader
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Okay, buckle up, we're gonna talk Jean and Floch (and Eren) ((and Reijean again because getting emotional about them is like my second job now – seriously, I’m putting as much Reijean into this as possible, it’s not a joke)).
But mostly Jean and Floch, yeah.
As I’ve said before, Jean Kirschtein is a masterpiece of a character and I’ll most probably never shut up about him, the way he is written, developed and, just in general, Jean is the man, okay? As one of Isayama’s favorites, he is allowed to evolve in many delicious ways. He is also allowed to have some nice, eye-opening moments.
One of them is connected to Floch. Because Floch is very similar to Jean and yet exists to be his polar opposite in the areas that matter the most. He is, in a way, an extreme and radicalized version of Jean, if you will. And I think Jean knows that. Not only knows, but perhaps even wonders, whether Floch is what Jean himself could have become (to some extent) if Marco hadn’t died, if he had gone along with his initial plan and joined the MPs, and if he had been a tad more obsessive.
At the beginning of the story Jean does his best to come off as a self-obsessed coward and a jerk who never intends to step a foot outside of the Walls or use his honed skills to help humanity. He is lazy and focused on one goal only – staying safe in the Interior. However, the moment the Titans appear in Trost, is the moment we learn Jean is in fact not a simple coward – and far from it. Dropping the façade, he reveals himself to be one of the most dependable people around and, just like Marco prophesized, a natural born leader at heart. His friend’s death is of course the final straw, leading to his eventual involvement with the Scout Regiment instead of the Military Police. And it’s not just a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing for him. He’s not inspired by some higher force (or Eren). He makes a conscious decision to sacrifice whatever comfortable, easy life he could have, to stay true to himself and to do what he believes to be right. Sure, guilt and self-loathing are involved, but once Jean makes up his mind, everything is settled. He won’t back down from the challenge.
Needless to say, Jean’s not as OP as Levi or a genius strategist like Armin – even though he’s a Shadis-approved master of the ODM gear and smart in his own right. He’s definitely not as driven and intense as Eren. He's pragmatic and doesn’t intend to just throw his life away. Basically, compared to the main characters, he is just some guy who knows what fear and despair taste like, who allows himself to consider choosing the easy way out, acknowledges it and then – pushes forward to do what needs to be done. That’s why he is a good leader – he’s not a superhero, but a fellow human being who’s scared and yet fights on. And don’t get me wrong, he can still be a dramatic asshole, eager to antagonize others (Eren) and definitely not someone flawless. But that’s what makes him so relatable.
Jean facing his own humanity is probably one of the most reoccurring motifs in the series. He is aware of his shortcomings. He knows when to rely on others rather than let his ambition rule him and endanger those he’s supposed to lead (like when he takes command of the operation in Shiganshina at Armin’s request, but counts on him to come up with the final plan). He is also very well aware of the sacrifices that need to be made in their line of work. That’s why he’s able to face the harsh truth and take a step forward. But he’s far from okay.
One of my favorite moments to illustrate that is during the battle with the Armored Titan in Shiganshina, when the gang thinks they actually managed to kill Reiner. Jean is trying to be in charge and keep everyone in line while, well, crying himself. We’re the ones who killed him.
Enter Floch.
A self-proclaimed and pretty much self-obsessed coward who doesn’t want to fight the Titans, but does face them when the time comes. At the beginning he’s pretty carefree and very ignorant about what fighting the Titans actually entails. Whether we can consider him brave for his engagement in the Battle of Shiganshina, or whether we should see him as simply pressured into following the herd into the arms of death is up for discussion, but the fact is he does listen to Erwin and fulfill his duty when ordered to.
His strong and very twisted sense of devotion starts to shine through the moment he has a near-death experience and when Erwin’s life is on the line as well. He mostly loses his mind right there and then. As a result, where Jean’s devoted and still open to discussion, Floch’s obsessed (also traumatized beyond belief, I’ll give him that, but Jean sure isn’t any less traumatized at that stage). He doesn’t want to listen to anyone’s arguments. He’s fixated on one goal and he’s not letting go – therefore, inspiring another devil to raise (more on that later).
Just like Jean, he’s very blunt – not afraid to tell Armin he should have been the one to die in Erwin’s place or tell Hitch that Marlo regretted going to the battlefield right before his death. Whereas Jean’s bluntness can be seen (not always, but usually) as coming from a good place, Floch is a herald of very brutal and controversial truth – of what he obsessively believes to be the truth – that won’t change anything, but will hurt those around him. Jean, especially post-Trost, is not one to hurt others just for the sake of hurting them. Floch doesn’t really have that kind of filter.
Floch eventually becomes a leader too, as he starts gathering the Yeagerists, but at the same time remains a blind follower of whatever he believes in. His behavior is more akin to that of a cult leader — in stark contrast to Jean’s leadership and his constant questioning of whether what he does is right.
Then there is some very obvious physical resemblance, especially in the anime.
So, a similar story, similar character traits, similar looks even, but a completely different outcome?
Why?
Because of compassion. And because Isayama likes Jean a lot, so he gives him juicy (and very meaningful) storylines even if at first they seem to be of secondary importance.
Whereas Floch appears to lack compassion in general, Jean has it in abundance. We see it well when he interacts with Gabi or when he tries to find justification for Eren’s terrifying behavior, but both these moments are pretty fresh in our memory, so let’s go back in time and use another Reiner/Jean moment as an example (because I’m a f*cking sap, alright).
After the battle with Reiner in Shiganshina, and while being treated for the injuries Reiner himself has dealt to him, Jean overhears him talk about Ymir’s letter to Krista.
Well, I never interpreted Jean’s desperate suggestion to steal Reiner’s Titan power just as his sudden need to propel Hange’s research or to gain them an upper hand over their enemies. Sure, this is the argument he uses to persuade Hange of all people, because it’s Hange who has just lost their entire squad (beloved Moblit included) to the Colossal Titan. It’s obvious that at this specific moment Hange will not respond well to Jean’s begging for Reiner’s life. But they do respond to a logical argument that corresponds with their mission.
If you disagree with that interpretation, think about it this way: one of the most important things about Jean’s character is that he’s very good at reading the situation and understanding other people’s struggles. That’s exactly what Marco saw in him from the very beginning.
(because you care, baby, because you care just oh-so much)
Jean can no longer keep up the façade – he could devise the attack plan and attempt to kill Reiner in cold blood when there was no other choice. But, once Reiner is left broken on the ground, still loyal enough to protect Ymir’s letter, and even has balls to ask them to deliver it to Krista… Well, that’s what breaks Jean’s resolve. Because Reiner is no longer just an enemy. He is, once again, an old comrade and a friend.
So, Jean tries to delay the inevitable. Does he hope Reiner will start talking? Does he think it might be possible to take away one’s full Titan power without taking away their life? Or maybe he’s simply not ready to see Reiner beheaded again? Anyway, he cares more than he thought he would.
(Well, me and Jean have that in common, apparently – we’re both f*cking saps for Reiner)
Enter Eren.
(please forgive me for using that pretty much unrelated panel, it’s just… so evil and cool)
Okay, Jean and Eren’s dynamic is one of my favorites in the series. Jean has zero tolerance to Eren’s idealistic bullshit and keeps calling him out on it both fairly and unfairly throughout the story. He is not phased in the least when he meets the freshly shifted Eren after the Battle of Trost. He doesn’t pull any punches as he explains what exactly is expected of him. In a way, he helps Eren see the situation through the eyes of a mere mortal.
Eren seems relieved when Jean doesn’t treat him any differently and still intends to be a real pain in the ass. He’s not like Armin who’ll offer him wise words and gentle encouragement. Not like Mikasa, who will protect him with brute force. Jean is, again, just some guy who doesn’t like beating around the bush and treating Eren like something fragile. Sure, he’ll risk his life for him and, sure, he can be protective of him in other ways (even going as far as to try to stop Connie from telling the others about Eren’s reaction to the news of Sasha’s death). But first and foremost, Eren can count on his honesty – Jean helps him stay grounded.
Eren, unfortunately, witnesses Floch’s devil rant in Shiganshina from up close. That’s why he turns to him for help later on. He knows Floch will get behind his radical reasoning and even the most brutal of ideas. Floch wants the devil to be reborn, after all. And that’s exactly what he gets.
But hey, before Eren and Floch join forces, they are pretty much at odds, aren’t they? They even get into a fight, and who has to break it up then? Ah, yes, Jean. The one who tries to beat the shit out of Eren more times than we can count (and vice versa), and who has to be forcefully separated from him even by Levi himself.
It is pretty symbolic, Jean suddenly not being the one in a fight with Eren, but instead the one trying to break it up. A telling shift in the narrative.
And isn’t it ironic that once Eren consciously descends into madness, he chooses Floch as his trusted ally? Floch, who resembles Jean in many ways, but who will also follow him blindly into hell itself? Eren knows Jean won’t agree with his plan. And he surely cannot have Mikasa or Armin at his side. So, perhaps, he finds comfort in turning to the person who reminds him of one of his old friends. His bastardized version, for sure. But still, somewhat familiar.
Maybe it’s just my interpretation, but the way Isayama draws Jean, and the way Jean looks at Floch in many of the panels make it look like he recognizes how similar they are. There’s terror in his eyes, but there is also some kind of familiarity. Because if there is an ocean between them, they are standing on two opposite, yet very similar shores.
Once the inevitable happens, Floch’s absolutely certain he’s dying for the right cause, doing the right thing. And it’s scary. I mean, you can dislike (or like) the guy all you want, I sure can appreciate a good villain (but wouldn't want to meet him in real life).
Jean fantasizes briefly about letting Eren do his thing. Because that would be the easiest way out. The least painful. Because he’s tired and hurting. When Floch offers him the option to just stop fighting, Jean wants to accept it. But he can't. Because in contrast to Floch, Jean listens to others (Hange, Marco), is aware of the consequences of his actions and, in a conversation with Reiner, is able to acknowledge his not so heroic role in the war. They are the same, after all — killers who took lives of innocent people to protect those close to them. To do the so called “right thing”. Thus, Jean has no right to judge Reiner, but rather an obligation to honor those who died, trying to win back their freedom. And he has to honor them by not allowing the world to be destroyed.
Floch isn't graced with a moment of self-reflection and dies a fanatic, an extreme example of what a man can achieve when he gives in to his darkest desires. Jean is on the other side of the spectrum, remaining the symbol of flawed, yet prevailing humanity — of what it means to have a heart. After all, what for Jean started with Marco's death, ended with him forgiving and saving Reiner.
#jean kirstein#jean kirschtein#floch forster#reiner braun#reijean#attack on titan spoilers#shingeki no kyojin spoilers#eren yaeger#eren jaeger#Reiner x Jean#veecanons
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listen listen…. eren and jean worshipping your body and praising you sm in a jacuzzi 🫣 and they both eat you out together 🫡
no cause i see the vision, im actually IN the vision🤭 this got it fr but you know since it’s eren and jean they’re still fighting over who gets to eat you out first before coming to the conclusion to do it together
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𝓜𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷 𝓐𝓾 𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷’𝓼
Trigger warning: Murder, Violence, Tragic Death, Slight Gore, Blood, Cursing, Bullying, Suicidal Thoughts, Promotion of Suicide from a Bully, Corrupt Cop. Please correct me if I'm missing any.
Contents: It’s a head cannon with a little story at the end. This is how I think Modern Au Yandere Eren would be I haven't proof read… (；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ')
18 + only! MDNI
𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓐𝓯𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻’𝓼
❥ Eren isn’t in any college clubs, and tends to be anti-social. Although he has some friends from middle school but they aren’t as close as they used to be since Eren grew into his own person. His friend and him had a huge falling out when his father died and despite making up they have grown even more distant since he became obsessed with you but, they don’t know that you are the reason; they speculate however, that you could be involved due to the uncharacteristic wavering of his eyes when you’re around.
❥ He’s snarky. He genuinely wakes up on the wrong side of the bed every morning and rolls with it.
❥ He’s pretty much silent unless someone gives him shit, then he’ll make a sarcastic remark or be snippy; he’ll even leave if it’s too much. If that doesn’t work or he can’t leaver, he’s not afraid to intimidate the living shit outta the person pestering him. He doesn’t care about what they say or think, he’s busy working on getting his life together to best take care of you. Because you will end up together and all of life’s struggles will melt away in your union.
❥ He likes music so he learned how to play the guitar. He’s pretty good at it. 90% chance if you have a favorite song, he already knows how to play it.
❥ Despite his appearance fitting the stereotype of ‘energy drink fanatic’ he actually likes coffee. When I write coffee I don’t mean a Dutch bros picture perfect or a caramel frappuccino from Starbucks—he likes straight from the press, dark ass coffee. He’s not addicted or anything like that, he just prefers something bitter in the morning that won’t get him hopped up like an energy drink—not that he wouldn’t have one here or there. He just has a preference.
❥ He’s been trying to be more independent, doing things his mother used to do. He ended up learning how to cook Japanese Coquettes, but they don’t taste exactly like his mothers. However with a bit more practice he believes he’ll get the recipe just right. He has to eventually right? On that note, he’s the kind of Yandere to learn how to make the things you like without drawing to much attention to it. If you were to be over while not knowing of his Yandere tendencies and to question it, he’d respond in a slightly irritated voice saying—“I guess I’ve cooked a lot of things you’ve liked the past couple of days, how was I supposed to know you like those dishes too? You should just be grateful I’m feeding you, and quite your complaining. You have already complained enough for the both of us.”
𝓐 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰’𝓼 𝓗𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮’𝓼
❥ Steve Lacy—Dark Red
❥ Arctic Monkeys—505
❥ Monkeygunk—The Less I Know The Better
❥ Soundgarden—Blackhole Sun
❥ The Neighborhood—Daddy Issues
❥ Radiohead—Creep
𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓢𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮
❥ Eren has black hair at mid length and it’s always half up with a man bun which is probably the only cute thing about him. He tends to wear darker colors like black, navy, forrest green and so on. He is unintentionally bordering on E-boy attire 99% of the time but his outfit is always a little bit simpler then the light tones and patterns that come with being an E-Boy. However he isn’t found without a pair of dark jeans and a pop of jewelry on his fits.
❥ He has a couple piercing not because he thinks he’s hot shit; he’s gott’em because he is hot shit. He has one on his right eyebrow, a Nose ring on his left nostril, Snake bite piercing’s—which he often puts in two silver rings; also, both of his ears have a double helix piercing, a conch piercing and a basic lobe piercing.
❥ He hasn’t yet—but he has been deeply contemplating getting something on his upper left shoulder. Also he’s the kind of Yandere to get a tattoo of your name or birthday on him after you’ve been dating a while.
𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓮’𝓼
❥ Eren is an extremely intimidating Yandere. He doesn’t necessarily have the best reputation since his falling out with his friends. They’ve reconciled a bit—or so you’ve heard through the grape vine but over all he’s still alone most of the time. Now that you’re both in college, the amount of people who know about the event are diluted but apparently he was very aggressive. However it’s hard not to be graceful with him because ultimately his mothers death could have impacted him back then in that moment when his father was sick—most people decided to forgive but not forget…as if they had any business mingling in it.
❥ When people act poorly to you, he just observers, watching everything unfold with attention to detail. Part of him likes watching you suffer just a bit; despite that sadistic desire, the other part of him will waste no time in correcting the offenders behavior. Only when its the right time and place a place where no one can hear them beg for help. He really does see his own characteristics in you when you suffer, because struggle brings out the best in you.
❥ He doesn’t mind if you catch him staring, he is one of those Yandere’s who will stare a moment longer then necessary before looking away. He honestly doesn’t care if you know he has his eye on you. His gaze sometimes makes you wonder what you did to get the attention of the schools most intimidating loner—we’re you gonna get it like some of the other kids? That’s what you thought at first at least, until you realized the people picking on you were starting to apologize left and right—you started to look at him first, rather then him initiating it. The silent acknowledgment between you two only grew longer with every passing day as you tried to read the other mind.
❥ At first he doesn’t make his feelings for you obvious at all. When you’d think of Eren, the majority of your thoughts were, ‘he always just happens to be near when something happens…but he never does anything…he’s just there.’ At first Eren uses this approach because he doesn’t want you to see him as confrontational because of his past and the rumors surrounding him. However when your bullies and aggravating classmates started apologizing, you knew something was up and that there was only one other person who was connected to each and every single event that someone apologized for. That’s when he started to be a little more obvious about his presence because he realized you found a strange sense of safety when he was near, as if no one would test you because they knew what he’d done to the people who had before.
❥ Eren doesn’t kill. Or rather he hasn’t killed a lot. He doesn’t really need to, so why would he? He can just beat the living crap outta his rivals or scare them off. If he ever were to kill someone it would be because they wouldn’t back off and he got carried away with the beating—but he wouldn’t feel bad about it. Some of his first killings though we're out of unchecked rage or unwanted impulses…He was pretty sloppy but he has a frien—somebody… on the force. Eren isn’t really capable of caring for Zeke as more then a tool.
𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓔𝓷𝓭 𝓖𝓸𝓪𝓵’𝓼
❥ He wants to be your forever partner, buy a house, maybe get married. He doesn’t really have any strong ambitions other then keeping you around and finding happiness. He really thinks you’re the one who will end all of his suffering—he knows you are. You’ve already given him enough hope to keep living, he could wait to see what more was to come.
❥ If you wanted kids he’d be happy to have some, the more of you there are the better his life is. However, he isn’t exactly aspiring to be a father, he just knows if that’s something you want, he is willing to take on that role and appease you.
𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽
❥ When Eren was younger he was a much happier kid. He was polite, ambitious and always trying to see the good in things. However when his mom died in a massive 15 car pile up his father caused, he became much crueler.
❥ Mikasa and Armin were there to help him through it but Eren was not respective. Eren was so upset with his father who had sustained severe injuries and was on life support, that according to rumor, he wished his dad death; quite vividly. He was so belligerent in his sentiment that Mikasa and Armin couldn’t even get him out of the room without security. Erens father died a couple minutes after, due to the rarity of his life support machine having technical difficulties. The sick rumor people liked to spread was that Eren “pulled the plug” but no one could prove anything like that. Even if they were probably right, they shouldn’t have said it.
❥ After the loss of both of his parents, Eren was taken in by his long lost half brother Zeke. While living with Zeke, Eren learned so much about his father and his hatred continued to boil. The home environment wasn’t the slitest bit helpful in aiding Eren through his loss and because of this Eren started to become more confrontational. Eren started to learn from Zeke the futility of mingling in life.
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓗𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾
After a particularly long day beating up annoying assholes who ran their mouths and dared to bring up his mother, Eren found himself on his high schools roof top. Somehow he had gotten on the other side of the fence, sitting in pure disarray.
‘Was this truly living?’ He’d though to himself analytically. ‘Was the purpose of life to never be happy? What even was happy to him? What could he possibly take away from this life?’ With every step he found himself hyper-fixating on some aspect of the ground below. At first he was playing a little game with himself, tossing rocks from the gardening clubs rooftop flower beds up above onto certain spots below. But he grew distracted by things like a butterfly was drinking from a freshly bloomed bud, he also happened to notice a bit of dirt was dusted on the pavement—he wondered if he landed about a half inch in front of it maybe the wind from the collision could brush it back into place. Maybe the forensic crime scene cleaner would rinse it off with his blood…
“Hey!” A furious voice taints his train of thought.
Great another cringy highschool drama, where could he find a mute button for obnoxious people like this. Ugh, her voice wasn’t making painting the pavement any less tempting.
“Stop her!” The same person as before screatches as two other chicks grab a blur of white who was unintentionally rushing straight into the trap. There was a loud pounding sound as the lone girl hit the other two with a great deal of force, the unsuspecting victim whining weakly in her defeat…
Her voice was so alluring to him…not that he payed to much mind to it. Not intentionally anyway. Couldn’t he just call it how it was without being to attached? Besides a voice as pleasant as forks scratching plates was quick to over power it.
“Did you honestly think we’d let you off the hook? How fucking stupid are you? Even if you ran all the way home, you know we’d just drop by.” At this point, despite Erens distance he noticed the way her skin was littered with bruises and drops of crimson. The source, the corners of her mouth…just how long had she been trying to out run this beating anyway? Clearly she wasn’t doing a good job of avoiding it…
“I doubt you could find where I live, you’re so stupid deciphering left and right is a daily struggle. I don’t even know how you get to scho—“ A kick hits the girl straight in the stomach without any mercy, a pathetic curse fumbling from her lips. “FuCk!”
Eren knew better then anyone else confronting your ass beater was the dumbest thing you could do, if someone would have mocked him, he woulda given ‘em a broken arm instantly. This bully was different then Eren though, he could tell they really got off on torturing their prey.
“You always have to run your mouth; you always have to be a pain in my ass. Well I have news for you (l/n), you aren’t shit, in fact I don’t know why the fuck you were born in the first place.” yep, they loved making her feel like she was nothing more then a worthless human being, as if they were any better or in a place to determine the value of life; the main one reminded him to much of his father. She disgusted him. “Probably so you could be a sore in everyone’s side, why don’t you just head on home and fuck the hell off into the next life…just like your daddy did.”
Well didn’t god have a sick sense of humor… it was clear they had struck a cord with their by the way her face scrunched up in disgust.
Maybe (l/n) or who ever the hell she was would understand exactly what Eren was thinking…how shitty all the people walking this earth truly were. How horrible this life was; how people like you and him were only here to suffer and then die. There was no point in continuing this pathetic facade that the world was full of amazing people and that there was some bullshit fools gold at the end of the rainbow—
“You wish.” Her voice pierces through the roaring silence of Eren’s mind. “If you think I’m so weak that I’m going to off myself over your stupid opinion and perception of me then your a couple cents short of a dollar. Give me all you’ve got, I’m not going anywhere.” By the time she’d finished her voice grew powerful, which intrigued Eren…he was intrigued despite the way she was quickly decked in the face.
Why was this girl so passionate about living in a world that was full of people like the ones throwing hands at her? What could she possibly know that he didn’t. As she became weaker by the secound Eren found himself chucking a pebble towards the main bully. Like a bullet the little pebble soared through the air.
“What the fuck! WHAT THE FUCK!” One of the girls screamed pulling away from the scene and analyzing what just happened. A shade of rich vermillion pouring out onto the concrete as a thud resounded. The pebble had hit a little harder then intended, leaving a hole in the bullies head. Eren was quick to hop the fence, it wasn’t like they could really see him up there or that they had even thought to look but, he found it best not to be at the scene of his own crime, Not that he had any remorse for what he’d done; in fact he was much more interested in this (l/n), chick…
When officers Zeke Yeager arrived at the scene he wrote it off as an accident, one of the pebbles must have fallen and happened to land right in-between the girls head—how strange. He sure seemed to keep running into little unfortunate coincidences here and there…at least ever since he became involved with his half brother. Although it didn’t bother him, it wasn’t something he wasn’t a-custom too, there just needed to be a chat about the consistency of said accidents perhaps…
After that, Eren was the Elmers to your Glue. Not that you knew he was your second shadow, you were not-so-blissfully unaware, considering you watched a girl's brains spill out of her skull. Talk about sick karma, telling a girl to end her life and then your own life coming to such a sick end…ugh you couldn't eat without needing to upchuck for a week. It truly became a struggle to get back to neutral…honestly you never fully did.
Either way Eren was there, and everyday you reminded him of himself before his mother passing. As if despite what ever event you experienced in your life, you kept your perseverance for finding happiness. You kept your hopes up that one day all of the suffering could come to an end…You gave Eren hope. You gave Eden someone to root for…You were the only person he's rooted for since his mother's past. And with every passing day Erens infatuation for you grew more and more developing into something he'd never felt before, something he couldn't label…
All he knew that you were the only thing binding him to this earth…You were his one and only ambition, and he would one day join you in ending all the pain and suffering life brought. That you and him would find sanctuary in each other...
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Two Lonely People
a you shouldn’t be lifting things.” Eren scolded her, snatching the piles of wood from her hands, and shoving them haphazardly at Y/N, who happened to be standing behind him at the time. “ You’re still recovering.”
He was right, she was still recovering. But so was Y/N, who almost got bitten in half by a Titan, sacrificing herself to save Eren’s ass. She always sacrificed hersef for him, and it was a habit that none of the other cadets could quite understand, even after they found he could shift into a titan.She had been thrown from a horse and hit her head, been nearly squeezed to death and almost got stepped on. All to save Eren, who still either hadn’t acknowledged it or even noticed.
She was managing just fine, until Eren haphazardly bumped her, and rammed her elbows into her sided. Y/N, grunted and fell backwards landed on her but with a thud. She bit her lip, trying not to let out a pained squeal. The wood clattered to the floor, followed by Armin who dropped to his knees to help pick up the wood logs that Y/N managed to drop.
“ Careful Y/N, we’re running low on resources!” Armin chided her like a mother.
“ Right sorry.”
But a mother would notice that she was hurt, and noticed just how much pain she was in. Armin quickly stood up and placed the wood on the counter before chiding Mikasa, who seemed completely fine, for overworking herself.
It was nearing noon, in the little cabin that the brand new Levi Squad had found and made themselves a home. Eren spent most mornings training his titan form and caring for Mikasa, who was too busy caring for Eren to be cared for. There was a nearby stream and wood, that was so loud it made the world seem quiet. Hange and her squad were doing secret scouting missions, and Levi spent the better parts of his day in solitude, Y/N could only imagine brooding and thinking of profound things to get mad at.
It was nearing Lunch, which meant Levi would be coming back for his daily inspection, and the house was anything but clean. Even by Erens standards, and Eren was hounding people to keep cleaning.
Eren started to drag Mikasa back to her room so she could rest, and nearly tripped over Y/N, who couldn’t find it in her to stand up yet. There was a dull ache in her chest and a burning sensation in her stomach. His eyes fell down at her, he looked disgusted with the sight of her.
“ What are you doing?” he asked. His mouth formed into a thin line like he ran out of patience. “ Why are you on the floor?”
“ I-”
“ Mikasa has been pulling her weight and she probably broke her ribs. All you’ve been doing is sitting on your ass doing absolutely nothing with that pathetic look on your face, and I’m getting tired of looking at it.”
The door creaked open, and in came Sasha, Jean and Connie who were carrying food rations. Sasha more than her fair share, and her and Connie were arguing about it. Jean had been ignoring them for the last 3 minutes and didn’t plan on listening in now,
“Eren I-” she started to say. She would normally slap that smug look off his face, but she couldn’t find the energy to fight anymore.
“ Don’t “Eren” me. How about you get off your lazy ass, and clean like your actually worth something.”
The room was silent, even Connie and Sasha managed to stop arguing. Eren could command a room when he wanted to, and right now he was radiating a rage that made the air fall silent and his blood to run cold.
A hand went to Y/N’s mouth, but the sudden movement caused a shooting pain to stab her through her side and she gasped slightly. Eren looked down at her one last time and shook his head and scoffed, he turned on his heels and walked away. Armin trailing after him like an abandoned dog, calling after him.
Y/N sat there on a ground, unable to look up. He was right. She was worth absolutely nothing compared to Mikasa. Mikasa was beautiful in ever single was a person could be. Her hair was dark and beautiful and her eyes told a story that anyone would want to sit down and listen to.
Y/N eyes only held sadness and a deep longing to be wanted and loved the way she loved Eren. Y/N wanted the kind of loyalty she showed Armin. Eren was right, she was worth nothing, she would never be as pretty, or a skilled, and even if he noticed her, which he never did, he would never look at her the way she looked at Mikasa, and that made her feel like a broken teacup that nobody wanted.
Eren didn’t even notice, that was hurt. Y/N was sure that Mikasa did, but made no effort to extend her a helping hand, and Armin either didn’t care of didn’t notice, and she couldn’t tell what option would hurt more.
“ I am worth something.” she whispered quietly to herself, like it was a lie she was trying to convince herself of.
Everything hurt, her stomach hurt, and her chest felt like it was stepped on by a 16 meter titan, she couldn’t breathe and the room felt suffocating, she was suffocating.
She tried to get up before falling back down again, this time making no effort to how much pain she was in. She groaned loudly and clutched her stomach, and fell flat on her back. She started to cry, something she hadn’t let herself do in years.
Connie walked over to her, and fell to her knees, he tried to touch her hair but she pulled away.
“ Y/N.”
“ Just give me a second.” she spoke through ears, trying to wipe her tears. “ Just give me a second, and I can clean up.”
Connie remebered that she was hurt, and he wasn’t even there when she got thrown from the horse, and nearly stepped on. Connie was a friend could notice when something was wrong, and something was horribly wrong.
“ Y/N calm down.” Connie said again.
She was anything but calm, and was struggling to breathe properly and holding her stomach, hoping in all the commotion she hadn’t torn her stitches.
“ I’m worth something.” she whispered to herself over and over again, like she was trying to believe it herself.
The door snapped open so hard it bounced off the wall, followed by harsh footsteps from Captain Levi, who didn’t notice Y/N either, just walked over to the table and ran his fingers along the underside of it.
“ You call this clean?” he asked, he took another step forewards and tripped over Y/N, who heard Levi come in and clamped over her mouth to stop crying, which hardly worked, because all you could hear wear muffled groans.
“ What the hell-” he looked down, and saw Y/N, with a pathetic glint in her eye, trying her best not to spontaneously combust. ‘ What are you doing on the floor?”
“ I fell.” she whispered. “ I’m sorry.”
He looked at her made a small disapproving noise and motioned for Connie to help her get back up, and take her back to bed where she she should be lying down. Even the captain, who looked completely disinterested on a good day, knew that she was hurt, and made a effort to care for her. Something that her friend, Eren , who she considered a best friend didn’t. And that made her more upset then ever, she covered her face with her hands to stave off the embarrassment, but it was too late.
She was already bleeding, and was pretty sure she tore her stitches, and in a shit ton of pain, and wanted nothing more to be held. Connie whispered something about it all being okay, but Y/N couldn’t hear it over the sound of her own heartbeat, which was deafing.
Jean stopped Connie and nodded at him, and Connie pretended to sweep again to calm the Captain who looked less than amused at the mess in the kitchen.
“ I’m sorry.” Jean whispered. He pulled Y/N up by the arm and helped her stood up, her body felt like jello, and it became very clear that she had no intention of walking anywhere with anybody. “ I know it hurts, but it’ll all be over and a few minutes.”
He scooped her up from under her knees and carried her towards the back door. She grunted, Why was he taking her outside, she wanted nothing more than to crawl and bed and die. That was all she was worth after all.
“ I wanna go to bed.” she whined.
“ Just trust me will ya?” he asked sweetly.
Jean was a cocky boy and would do anything to prove that he was right or better than someone. Expecially Eren, who had a excissevley slapable face. He was a better man than Eren by a mile.
He carried her through the forest, to a small stream and loud waterfall. The sound made her want to cover her ears, but she quickly grew accustomed to it. She liked it, it was so loud that she couldn’t even hear her own thoughts. Jean sat her down on a rock by the stream and she stared at her reflection, so engulfed with the woman that she had grown into, she didn’t even notice Jean re-wrapping the bandage on her arm.
“ I think I tore my stitches.” she whispered.
“ You didn’t I checked.” he muttered.
They were so close he could hear her over the waterfall, and his nose was tickling her ear.
“ You were supposed to be taking it easy.” he said.
“ I wanted to be helpful.” she whimpered, she winced slightly.
“ Are you in pain?” he asked, knowing that she was in a world of pain, but asking in the vain hope that she wasn’t.
“ Am I worth something?” she asked.
“ I think so.” he said. He finished wrapping her bandages. “ I think so at least.”
“ I’ve done everything for him.” she stared at the sun, hoping it would blind her.” I’ve given up my entire life for him, ever since we were kids I’ve given up stuff just to make him happy and he doesn’t even care.”
“ I get it.” he laughs. “ Boy do I get it.”
Y/N snapped her head in his direction, and looked at him. What could he know anything about not being a choice at all. He knew nothing of betrayal and being ignored and he knows nothing about the gut wrenching feeling that the person you’ve built your life around hates you.
“ Mikasa.” he laughs.
“ The other woman.” Y/N replied. “ The other goddamn woman.”
“ I think I’ve loved her since the day that I’ve met her and I almost died for her and she is still obsessed with that self obsessed suicidal maniac who can’t dig his head out of his ass long enough to even notice what a great girl he has.” he stared at his refection and then looked away, he hated the way that she made him feel. Like a empty shell undeserving of love. “ Sorry, that was uncalled for.” Eren was alot of things, and a man in everyway Jean felt he wasn’t.
“ Why did you bring me here?” she asked. She became used to the sound of the waterfall echoing around her, and the sound quickly became soothing.
“ Its the best place to yell at god. And I felt like yelling.” He looked at the cloudless sky and there was nothing to block the blinding light of the sun. But he didn’t mind the fact that it blinded him, and he had alot to say at god.” Screw you god.” he whispered.
“ You call that a yell?”
He wanted to yell but didn’t have it in him anymore. He was so beat down and all his energy was drained from loving someone who took and took without so much as as a thankyou.
“ I have nothing to say to god.”
Y/N stared at her reflection and Jean stared at the empty forest. The yellow sun bounced off his head and made his face seem like he was glowing. His big brown eyes told Y/N he was a good guy if not hidden. But Y/N knew everything about hiding. She spent her whole life hiding.
Jean sighed loudly and forced himself to sit up straight.
“ Eren of all people has no right to determine your worth.” Jean spoke. “ Eren doesn’t deserve your love.” he whispered. Her expression turned into a wince at the word. “ You do love him right?”
“ I don’t even know what love means.” she replied. She stuck her hand in the chilled water, causing the surface to ripple slightly. “ Do you?”
“ I think love means loyalty, and sacrifice, and respect and trust.” he speaks. “ That’‘s what my mother told me.”
“ Mikasa doesn’t deserve your loyalty.” she whispered.
She jerked her hand out of the water. She hated the cold feeling on her fingertips and longed for warmth. Y/N didn’t think that she deserved to feel warm so she stuck her hand back in.
“Eren doesn’t deserve your trust.” Jean said back. He faced her and watched her expression turned into one of mourning, she bit her lip and sniffled.
“ I wish he did. God I he wish he did.” she muttered. She laughed to herself. “ To be honest I wouldn’t trust Eren to milk a cow if I handed him a bucket.”
Jean smiled a little bit. Eren was a piece of shit who didn’t deserve the attention of any girl let alone, one of the only people that he cared for in this miserable crappy world. On missions his mind would often wander to “ Why was he still fighting?” His father abandoned him when he was a child, and his mother was bound to die any day now, he was just waiting for the letter to know that she finally kicked the bucket. But he thought of his friends, the ones that would die for him, so he kept fighting, Because they deserved a better world to live in.
“ Mikasa is about as loyal to a paper bag to anyone except Eren, even Armin.” Y/N said. “ Don’t give her your loyalty she doesn't deserve it. She hasn’t earned it, not from you.”
“ I don’t deserve much.” he laughed.
She turned towards him and touched his thigh and squeezed it. He deserved the world if only he wanted to accept it.
“ You deserve a lot.” she whispered. He looked at her, his big brown eyes were so sweet it made her feel like she had to look away. The feeling of looking at anyone else but Eren made her chest feel on fire.
He took his finger and lifted her chin, and placed his lips on hers. She didn’t pull away and the feeling of him felt better than the feeling of being ignored and she didn’t mind it. Jean was warm and sweet and no matter how hard he tried to deny it painfully sensitive and empathetic.
Everything that she wanted, and everything that she needed.
He pulled away very suddenly as if he realized what he was doing or someone lit his hair on fire. The sun shone through the trees and spread warmth along the back of his neck.
“ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” he turned away.
“ I think I trust you.” she cut him off.
He stopped slouching and sat upright. He turned and looked at her, the idea of anyone but Mikasa felt completely forgin to him, he never even considered it an option.
“ I respect you.” he said. He grabbed her hand that was still placed on his thigh and squeezed it. It was cold bu he didn’t care. “ And I trust you.”
He took his other hand and stroked the side of her face, his hands felt warm and welcoming and she wanted nothing more than to be welcomed.
“What does this mean?” he asked.
“ I’m willing to figure it out.” she whispered. “ I don’t mind... the feeling of this.” she added. She looked foreward into the empty abyss of the pond.
So there they sat, holding hands, desperately hoping that someone would love them the way that they loved other people, not realizing that they weren’t accepting the love that was right next to them all along.
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Ooooh let's see! As you probably know, my current brainrot is AoT, so I'm focusing on that for this dissertation 😆
❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?
I'll admit that, while I'm open to various ships, probably over 90% of what I read is rivamika and so my picture is pretty cropped. Also, I'm not afraid of the back button. But there are versions of Levi I've read that make you go "who is this character and why's he named as my blorbo?" It's worse in the few self-ships I've read (make him look more babygirl than Momiji Sohma) but he tends to be portrayed way, waaay more sweet and articulate than he is in canon.
I can sort of forgive that up to some point, however, bc it's fanfic and it's self indulgent and we like to idealize our blorbos. I guess if my fave was Erwin, or Jean, or whoever, I'd tend to see their mischaracterizations more. However, the mischaracterization that stood out to me the most was in a rm fic where Mikasa acted the absolute opposite of herself. It was a modern AU, but it wasn't a case of different setting-different life-different traits (like, say, an articulate Levi in AUs where he had a good upbringing). She was downright vindictive, manipulative and conniving in that one. I recall I left a kudos after the first chapter because it had started well enough, but by the time I finished I couldn't bring myself to leave a comment. The story itself was interesting, but it was so far removed from her character that I just couldn't.
💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?
Age.
I've laid my case here. (and rb and linked ad nauseam)
And was very glad that an actual psychologist recently argued in a similar note.
💖: What is your biggest unpopular opinion about the series?
This is a hard one as I don't go around making popularity contests. One might be Levi's age, as still most fics make him 15+ years older than the 104th.
But the one I think is the most unppopular is that Eren can't possibly know what percentage of humanity he destroys in the Rumbling. He can't, NO ONE can at that point, because the actual extent of the damage and body count can't be known until weeks, if not months, after the Rumbling stops (they don't have internet or satellite phones so data assessment and communication takes time), and because the titans are no more after his death, he cannot remember this info from the future Attack titan (it's a closed time loop, so they can't see things in paths from after the time loop). It's just a silly thing, if you ask me, it's just an oversight from Isayama, who has proven to be shit with numbers, and he could have just said he wiped out "most of humanity", with Armin confirming the number in the epilogue. But people won't hear any of it.
(on a side note, 80% of humanity does not mean 80% of territory, as people are distributed unevenly across the globe)
Thank you so much for your ask! And sorry it took me so long to answer. These questions are food for thought and I've been so busy I've had little time for that!
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The Marleyans part 8: Los Angeles, The Making-Off
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Sasha: I'm cold
Connie: Here have my jacket
Historia: I'm cold too
Ymir: What? [taking off jacket] I told you to bring more layers but of course you didn’t listen and now- [piling blankets on her] now look, I’ve got to make sure you don’t FREEZE to death and [taking Mikasa's scarf] how long have you been cold? You should’ve said something sooner.
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Armin: I'm cold
Annie: Well what the heck do you want me to do? I don't control the goddam weather!
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Reiner, looking at Bertholt: Hey, I'm cold t-
Bertholt : Look we both know we forgot our jackets at camp, don't even try.
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Mikasa: *scooting up on the same bench as Eren and cuddling against him* I'm cold too, Eren
Eren: Don't worry about it *goes to collect some wood, starts a bonfire and then finally sits down, on another bench than Mikasa*
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Hange: I'm cold.
Levi: And what do you want me to do? Set you on fire?
Hange: Ye-
Levi: Nevermind. Forget I said anything.
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Levi: What do we do when something goes wrong...?
Jean: Add to cart
Reiner: Cry
Gabi: Mood
Pieck: F in the chat
Armin: Not again!
Historia: Text my ex
Mikasa: Cut my hair
Connie: Shots!!
Falco: Thank you
Hange: Hoes mad
Annie: It's my horoscope
Commander Magath: Bottle it up
Zeke: Leave the country
Eren: Fistfight God
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Zeke: I love the phrase "with all due respect", because it doesn't specify how much respect is actually due. Could be none. Bitch.
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Marcel: Hey, it's your turn to wash the dishes.
Porco: I'LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD.
Marcel: 'Kay, but before that, wash the dishes, also use soap this time?
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Historia, struggling to keep upright in her 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me
Mikasa, pointing at her and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels while carrying Eren with her other arm: WEAK.
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Pieck: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.
Zeke, holding a magnifying glass: Scientifically experimented on without consent and disposed off as soon as I am no longer useful.
Pieck: No.
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*The squad is having dinner together*
Historia: Mikasa, can you pass the salt?
Mikasa: *Throws Levi across the table*
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Mikasa: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!
Eren: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
Mikasa: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ARMIN WITH ME
Levi, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.
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Commander Magath: Tonight, one of you will betray us.
Gabi: Is it me, Commander?
Commander Magath: No, it’s not you.
Annie: Is it me, Commander?
Commander Magath: It’s not you either.
Zeke: Is it me, Commander?
Commander Magath:
Commander Magath, mockingly: Is IT mE cOmmAndEr?
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Commander Magath: Can I be frank with you guys?
Gabi: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.
Zofia: Can I still be Zofia?
Falco: Shh, let Commander Frank speak.
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Falco: SaSa LeLe
Reiner: It's Sale Sale
Gabi: 50% off + 50% off, it means it's 100% off, everything is free
Annie: You moron, 50% of 50% is 25% off
Commander Magath: Could you all PLEASE focus and not get distracted by a shop with a sign? Where's the guy we're tailing?
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Annie, laying on her bed: I've heard people say my name twice today, it's either ghosts or hallucinations
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Reiner, from behind the door: It's me outside. Do you want some muffins?
Annie: What kind?
Reiner: Zucchini, but it tastes like banana nut
Banannie: Bananas can nut?
Reiner: You know what? I'll keep my muffins.
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Pieck : Why does basil smell so fucking amazing?!
Zeke: Watch out for the brain scorpions though
Falco: It's the basil
Gabi: Yeah, can confirm, it's the basil that does it.
Pieck: Good points
Pieck: Wait what was that first thing?
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Zeke: *Holding a picture of Pieck* Have you seen this woman?
Hange: No, why? Is she missing?
Zeke: She's on vacation and I miss her
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Sasha, fighting Gabi: You know, out of all the children I've ever had fights to the death with, this is the weirdest one
Reiner: Dammit, Gabi, I told you the cat ears weren't hype anymore!
Sasha: These baddies getting weirder and weirder
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Mr. Leonhart: Annie's at that very special age where a girl has only one thing on her mind
Commander Magath: Boys?
Annie: Homicide.
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Moblit: Pro-tip: Keep a bunch of wrapped, empty boxes under the christmas tree. When a child misbehaves, throw one in the fireplace.
Hange: ...
Hange: What do I do when I run out of children?
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Pieck: *sticking a paper that reads "naughty and disobedient children DO NOT FEED" on Falco and Gabi*
Zeke: If those kids could read they'd be very upset
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Reiner: *points at his shirt that reads "i rely on pharmaceutical drugs to perform routine tasks"*
Reiner: *turns around, showing the back that reads "and then i don't do them"*
Porco: Oh, is it "cry for help" time yet?
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Reiner: What should I get from ihop?
Bertholt: Pancake mix
Annie: Sucked off
Porco: Killed
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Zeke: I really want to kiss you
Pieck: What?
Zeke: i SAID if you died i wouldn't miss you
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Eren: Oh come on Armin, I wasn't that drunk
Armin: Eren, you tried to color my face with a highlighter because you said I was important
Eren, tearing up: But you are
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Falco, lowering his voice in an intimidating manner: Don't talk down to me!
Colt: Well, I can hardly talk up to you. You're too short.
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Porco: *finishing remplacing Reiner's condiments with toothpaste* Don't tell Reiner about this?
Gabi: You want me to lie to Reiner?
Porco: Is that a problem?
Gabi: No.
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Sasha: I have a bad feeling about this
Gabi: What do you mean?
Sasha: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble?
Gabi: No?
Sasha: That... Explains so much actually
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Gabi, bleeding out: Call me an ambulance.
Falco, leaning over her, panicking: You're an ambulance??!
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Reiner: Okay, okay, uh, you're losing a lot of blood, what's your type?
Gabi: Oh anything really but nerds especially
Reiner: YOUR BLOOD TYPE
Gabi: *looks down* Uh. Red?
Falco: B positive
Reiner: LOOK I'M TRYING BUT SHE'S LITERALLY ABOUT TO DIE
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Gabi: *waking up in an unfamiliar bed* I love sleepovers
Porco: This isn't a sleepover, you're in the hospital
Gabi: Then why am I wearing this nightgown?
Porco: This is an hospital gown?
Gabi: Truth or dare?
Porco:
Porco: ...Dare
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Gabi: What happened?
Pieck: You were shot. Do you remember anything?
Gabi: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.
Falco: We didn't ride the ambulance
Gabi: Really? Then what was that loud siren?
Reiner: I was panicking, okay!
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Gabi: Don't worry, I'll be fine.
Reiner: Well you still were shot!!
Gabi: I've been shot before.
Reiner: It's not like you build up an immunity to bullets!
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Reiner: You got three eggs
Annie: Yes
Reiner: I'll give you a cookie for them
Annie: Mmh. How good is the cookie?
Reiner: Well I don't know. I need the eggs to make the cookie
Annie: So you tricking me?
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Zeke, to Eren: I'm trying to figure out a way to get rid of you so I can go commit atrocities
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Eren: Why is there always a law against everything I wanna do?
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Pieck: Hey Zeke, you know Marcel's throwing a party on the night of the new railroad inauguration
Zeke: Yeah, I've been arguing with Porco about this.
Pieck: Oh, he wants to go to the inauguration?
Zeke: No! Why would he want to-
Pieck: Oh sorry, YOU want to go to the inauguration?
Zeke: No! We've been arguing over who gets to go to Marcel's party with you
Pieck: Can't the three of us just go together?
Zeke: ... Good point
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Commander Magath: *squishes Gabi's face between two slices of bread* And what are you?
Gabi: An idiot sandwich :(
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Eren: I'm definitely the disappointment of the family but also the hottest so i can see why i got them pressed
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Ymir: I'm allergic to color.
Historia: Sounds like a "hue" problem
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Historia: We’ve got to find a way to cut down on expenses inside those walls. What can we live without?
Levi: Probably Eren Yaeger
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Armin: Flirt back goddamit
Annie: HOW
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Historia: They're called leggings because u put ur le
Historia: U put ur leg
Historia: They're called leggings because
Connie: Take your time
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Zeke: If only I were kpop. Then you'd all see.
Colt: You're already popular and widely hated. What more do you want??
Zeke: Thanks for saying that
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Historia, crouched down in front of her plants, examining insect bites on the leaves: I’m going to kill whoever did this. I’m going to kill them for you. Don’t worry babies. I’m going to murder every single contemptible degenerate that ever got a mouthful of you. They’ll die screaming
Ymir, walking out of the house: Oh! Okay. You’re talking to the plants. Okay-
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Jean: Why did you go to sleep so late?
Mikasa, looking into the distance: There is no rest for the wicked
Jean:
Mikasa:
Historia: Cat videos. She stayed up to watch cat videos.
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Reiner: Could you be any more annoying... Lol
Sasha: Easily.
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Reiner: I love it when you're drinking pineapple drinks and you can't feel your tongue and your entire face starts sweating, it's so cleansing.
Porco: Sounds like you're allergic to pineapples.
Gabi: Pineapples are supposed to taste like that.
Porco: Pretty sure you're allergic too.
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King Fritz: Bro stop chanting in dead languages you're scaring the hoes
Ymir Fritz: I'm summoning the hoes fool
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Annie: Long time no see, Galliard. I missed you.
Porco: I missed you too
*Both reload their pistols*
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Reiner: I've got a nice little word exercise for you: GET TO THE FUCKING POINT.
Sasha: Tempting, but have you considered this little affirmation; No?
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Reiner:
Gabi to the McDonalds employee: He asked for no pickles!! Takes the pickles off or I'll make jello out of all your bones!
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Ymir: I went to gay loser land and they said you're like a god to them
Reiner: Why did you go there?
Ymir: Anthropology
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Reiner: Hello, people who do not live here!
Pieck: Hi!
Porco: Hello!
Reiner: I gave you a key for emergencies
Pieck: We were out of doritos
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Pieck: You know where I want to kiss you??
Zeke: On the lips?
Pieck: No.
Zeke: Neck?
Pieck: No.
Zeke: ██ █████🔞█████?
Pieck: No.
Zeke: Then where?
Pieck: In front of all our friends and family when we both say "I do"
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Eren: Wait, is Captain Levi sleeping or dead?
Jean: Hopefully dead, I hated his guts.
Eren: Yeah, so did I.
Levi: Okay first of all, fuck you two-
Eren and Jean:
𓀥 𓁆 𓀕
𓁆 𓀟 𓀣 𓁀
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*Hange is cooking*
Levi: That's... An unusual sight. Since when do you cook?
Hange: This is for Erwin. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.
Levi: I never quite realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.
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*Right before the battle of Liberio*
Sasha: So you remember the plan if I ever get hurt during this battle, right?
Connie: Of course.
Sasha: Tell me.
Connie: In the case of you ever being shot, as you fall to the ground, I am to sing, "MMMM WHATCHA SAY" no matter the circumstances.
Sasha: Good.
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Hange: So, guy's old lady comes home, okay, finds him laid cold on the ground with half his head missing
Mikasa: Well, that sounds like there's a titan on the loose.
Hange: Maybe.
Mikasa: So, how does that make this our kind of thing?
Hange: Because, Mikasa, Eren's in the wind, okay, you're sulking around like a ennuch in a whorehouse, and I can't help but ask myself, when is decapitation not my thing?
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Historia: rats are like... the rats of the world
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Annie: Gee, Zeke. I thought that someone with two wives would be happy.
Porco: Nah, you're thinking of someone with two knives
Gabi: *holding two knives*
Gabi: I gotta tell you, this is pretty terrific!
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Zeke: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen!
Reiner: Really? Name one law
Zeke: Don't kill people?
Reiner: That's on me. I set the bar too low.
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Annie: In light of what you did for me, you may hug me for four to five seconds.
Historia: FORTY-FIVE SECONDS?!
Annie: NO! That's not what I-
Historia, running at her: Too late!
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Gabi: *wearing a shirt that says "you are not immune to propaganda"*
Falco: *carrying a baseball bat labelled "propaganda"*
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Hange: here’s a concept: me, riding your ceiling fan like a gargoyle. you, smacking me with a broom. both of us are yelling
Levi:
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Connie: "i can fix him" "i can make him worse" im at the gas station yall want anything
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Armin: Admit that you made that whole story up!
Reiner: No!
Armin: You started that fight!
Reiner: You callin’ me a liar?
Armin: No but I ain't callin’ you a truther either!
Mikasa: Armin, stop being a coward. Call him a bitch to his face.
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Historia, throwing her head into Ymir's lap: Tell me I’m pretty.
Ymir, lovingly stroking her hair: You’re pretty annoying, that’s what you are.
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Mikasa: I like my coffee the same way I like my men
Mikasa: Dark, bitter, and too hot for me
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Reiner: WHY IS THERE BLOOD EVERYWHERE?!
Zeke: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife
Reiner: You stabbed someone??
Zeke: No, I just fucking said that I aggressively poked someone with a knife. There's a difference, Reiner!
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Sasha, giving a talk at her 367th "how to woo Historia Reiss" talk of the year: Just be yourself. Say something nice.
Ymir: Which one?! I can't do both!
Reiner: Is "I would betray my country for you" considered nice or too foward?
Eren: Try "Daaaaamn girl you looked hot when you were murdering your hideous centipede titan of a father" instead
Sasha, sternly: Eren. I don't want to do it but I'm going to ban you from the lessons if you keep that attitude going.
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Eren: *getting stabbed*
Eren, walking away: This is mine now
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Historia: Wow, you really are the smartest person I know!
Mikasa: You hang out with Sasha and Connie
Mikasa: It's not as high a compliment as you think
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*Armin and Hange got kidnapped*
Hange: *Removing her handcuffs* You're lucky that I know how to get out of these.
Armin: Yeah, thank God you've been arrested enough times.
Hange: Hmm. Sure. Arrested.
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Reiner: You know, when Pieck comes over, Zeke can get a little...
Annie: Psycho?
Colt: Scary?
Bertholt: Drunk?
Reiner: All three, actually
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*At a dinner party in Historia's palace but someone has just been murdered*
Detective Historia, to Hange: You're acting pretty carefree for someone whose life has just been threatened. Who's to say you're not the murderer?
Hange: It's a murder, not a tax audit. I'll be fine.
Reiner: What about Pieck? Nobody ever suspects Pieck!
Pieck: Well what about Sasha? She has a gun!
Sasha: And Connie has a knife!
Connie: Yeah, for fun, not murder! *stabs Reiner in the arm*
*Everybody screams*
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Pieck: Okay, so I think that was pretty clear in establishing we're all wussies and none of us did it
Detective Historia, taking a puff out of her pipe: Elementary, my dear Watson
Pieck: What?
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Note that the "what should i get from the store" quote is, in fact, NOT the same one as in part 6. Neither is the gaz station one. I don't make mistakes, feeble mortals.
Find more of these here ! Also here's one of the incorrect quotes because it was particularly funny
#aot#attack on titan#ymirhisu#jikupiku#reiner braun#gabi braun#sasha blouse#connie springer#eren yaeger#zeke yaeger#pieck finger#porco galliard#klm-zoflorr#top tag#aot incorrect quotes#snk#shingeki no kyojin#historia reiss#annie leonhardt#armin arlert#mikasa ackerman#levi ackerman
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MISS TIFF im so late to your selfship game but i still wanna know!!!! what kind of dates do you and eren n jean go on? what would they do if another guy hits on you?? what kind of flowers do they buy you?? i LOVE tiff+jean and tiff+eren i cant wait to hear more!!!
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omg tysm for asking!! dw i love talking about my lil guys 🥺
dates!
with jean, dates are always very elaborate and planned out days in advance. he's got a table booked at a fancy restaurant, a new outfit picked out for the night, and maybe some fun activity planned for after dinner as well, like ice skating or mini golf.
he always treats date night like he's still courting me, rather than us being together for however long, so he pulls out all the stops to make it memorable and romantic.
eren doesn't really plan dates unless it's for a special occasion: valentines day or an anniversary or birthday. eren and i are always sitting on each other's laps any moment we're together, so he doesn't really feel the need to plan out any elaborate "date" when we're already together all the time.
although, he loves going out and running errands together. dropping by at a cafe for a little treat on the way or maybe checking out a pretty park nearby, going for an impromptu hike because this trail sounds cool and he packed our stuff in the trunk, just in case. to him, these aren't dates, they're just "hanging w his gf". and also, every once in a while, we'll bail on some plans we have with friends last-minute and just hang out together and watch tv and order takeout.
jealousy!
jean gets really quiet when he's jealous. he'll see someone hitting on me from afar and suddenly his jaw is tense and his hands are balled up into little fists. he would never intervene because there's a part of him that's insecure about our relationship, so he's waiting for me to run off with this other random stranger and leave him alone, but i never do.
(and he will absolutely make out w me sloppy style when i come back to his side after being hit on. "that guy was being so creepy to me" is all i have to say and suddenly jean's tongue is in my throat and both hands are grabbing at my ass)
ummmm, eren's not like that. eren will see someone talking to me and immediately he'll rush to my side and give the other person a murderous look. he will make this person feel so uncomfortable for even daring to look in my direction and won't relax even long after the other person leaves. eren will be angry at me for getting hit on.
he'll get it out of his system and go back to normal after he's completely split me in half with his dick 💀 and then it becomes a joke. "remember when that guy thought he had a chance with you?" or even "hey, why don't you ask your little boyfriend to help you?" and he refuses to acknowledge the fact that he was so jealous he was shaking.
flowers!
first off, a bit of tiff lore!! but when i was younger, my dad passed away, and i got so many flowers and bouquets delivered to the house, so now i always associate flowers with death and grief and i don't actually like receiving flowers as a gift. i appreciate the gesture, especially from people who don't know that fact about me, but.......... i don't like flowers lol
jean knows this about me, so he gifts me candy or chocolate or stuffed toys instead. after dating for a while and getting sick of candy and having waaaaay too many stuffies in my room for a woman my age, i tell him to cut it out and find something else to get me instead.
so this is why he plans all of the elaborate dates and experiences, rather than gifts.
eren also knows this about me, but he constantly forgets. he will get me roses on valentines day and an assorted bouquet on our anniversary or my birthday. he will remember several days later (usually when armin or mikasa mention something to him) and then make it up to me by buying something else--usually jewelry.
it takes a while, but eventually, eren starts remembering on his own so he sticks to getting me jewelry for special occasions. always emeralds to match his eyes or gaudy heart-shaped necklaces that i would absolutely never buy for myself.
(it takes him a while to realize that i also am not a big fan of jewelry, so then he just gets me lingerie because "i don't know what you fucking want!" and so he can tear it off of me and have an excuse to buy more)
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