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heavenzscent · 5 months

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For @mikatsuobushi

Setting: Post Canon , 1800’s

Themes: Jealousy

Authors Note: I have been going through the worst writing slump and I really wanted to challenge myself by writing jealousy in a less sensational way. I think often jealousy is just such a quiet thing that we try to ignore and deny.

Also I really wanted to write Connie as being a little more emotionally intelligent then he lets on. I thought maybe one day this could become a full length fic where connie tries being matchmaker. I wish Connie had more of a role in alot of jeankasa fanfics.

I hope you enjoy this story and I'm sorry for the wait.

6 years post rumbling

“Hurry !” Armin called from inside the carriage. Jean would have preferred to ride his own horse but he needed to look his best for the occasion. It was the night of the winter ball, the largest ball to have ever taken place according to anyone with a mouth.

And Mikasa may be there and he hadn’t had the chance to see her since his return.

But anyway…

With all the resources and the threat of war over, the people of the island had come increasingly indulgent in the finer pleasures in life that before had been reserved for royals. Weekly assemblies took place in even small villages and almost every young woman was sent to etiquette classes instead of the military.

When he was young it was common for girls to simply join the military, get into the Garrison, meet a husband and quit. Especially when he was a cadet with food being scarce many parents had handed their children to the government so there would be less mouths to feed at home and their children were guaranteed a meal.

Jean peered down at the bustling street of his hometown from the balcony of his hotel. He had admired this hotel since he was a boy. He and Thomas Wagner had once swore that when they were adults and had earned a higher place in the world they would share drinks on the balcony. He was here now but it wasn’t how he had thought all those years ago. Thomas was long gone and instead of kids playing while dodging horses and dingy carts on the streets there were carriages and bicycles.

Girls were jumping and twirling out of dress shops in new dresses or holding large bags with hooks on top no doubt containing a gown for the upcoming winter ball.

He even recognized some of the young women on the street from the welcoming ceremony three days ago. It had been three years since his last visit and he hoped from here on out he could spend more time at home. It seemed to be the case with how politics where playing out.

He heard a bell ring from the street and could see an impatient Armin waving up at him to hurry up and run down.

He checked his room, locked the door and ran down the stairs onto the street meeting Armins impatient babbling and Connie's nervous eyes. They were to be the guests of honor tonight. The Jaegerists were pretty much backed into obscurity within the public mind after one too many political debacles and it only would have taken someone with half a brain to grab the hearts and minds of the people and steer them away from the fascists but luckily they had Armin who had far more than half a brain.

The coachmen quickly snapped the reins once they shut the carriage door. Women waved handkerchiefs as they rode past, some recognized them but many others simply recognized an expensive carriage when they saw it.

“It's crazy the difference.” Connie mused.

“From then and now.” Jean asked.

“No, From Here and There.” Connie corrected.

Across the sea they were still rebuilding the world and in Paradise it seemed as if the world was flourishing.

There was a weighted pause in the carriage although once Connie broke it Jean was convinced that it had only existed within his own head.

“Will we be escorting Mikasa tonight?” Connie asked him, pretending to sound innocent. Like he wasn’t poking a wound.

“No.” Armin answered. He had arrived two weeks prior to Jean and Connie.

Connie nodded. “Not surprised she doesn’t enjoy this sort of thing.”

“Surprisingly she is coming.” Armin said. “But Niccolo is her escort tonight.”

Connie chuckled. “Being replaced?” He teased Armin. But it felt barbed towards Jean.

Jean stopped looking out the window to face Connie.“Huh!?”

Both men looked at him; Connie with actual confusion (maybe he wasn’t playing innocent one could never tell with Connie.) and Armins brows knitted with concern.

“Why is she going with Niccolo?” He asked in a calmer voice. He knew nothing of this. Since when had they grown close enough to attend events together no less?

“They have been spending a lot of time together lately.” Armin explained that Niccolo had been the one who checked on Mikasa after their departure from their last group ambassador trip and that for a time that they had even both lived together at the Brouse’s when Mikasa’s roof had caved in with snow and how grateful that Armin was for Niccolo while they had been gone.

Jean on the other had only felt like a bastard. He should be grateful. He really should. Hadn’t he worried about Mikasa's state for years? Tried pushing to come back home just to ease his mind? This was a good thing. Even so he felt horribly and disgustingly jealous.

“Wow I didn’t know all that!” Connie exclaimed.

“Well Mikasa’s been keeping a low profile and getting mail across the ocean isn’t exactly discreet. She couldn’t risk exposing that a Marleyan lives here on the island.”

“That makes sense why she never maintained him in her letters.” Jean huffed.

Connie arched his brow.“You two write.”

Jean felt as though he had been caught with his hand in a cookie jar but he brushed off the feeling. “Of course.” He shrugged.

“She only writes to me on my birthday.”

“Well do you write her?” Jean asked. Although his ego began to grow. Other than Armin he was the only other he knew of that regularly wrote Mikasa.

Connie nodded in understanding and Jean imitated him, his brow still knitted, imagining all the time that Niccolo of all people got to spend alone with Mikasa while they were gone.

The entrance was flooded with couples and young women with their escorts lining up, shuffling forward while excitedly waiting to make their entrance into the grand ballroom.

Meanwhile, Mikasa hadn’t felt this uncomfortable heat since she was in the military. It was the all too familiar feeling of not having enough air and as though she couldn’t make herself small enough, that her body took up too much space as if betraying her own comfort. At some point she had learned to ignore that to make everyone else feel small in front of her stature and accomplishments. But she wasnt that young woman anymore. That young woman had been a mask for harsher times.

Niccolo looked as calm as ever the only indicator of his discomfort was the flush of his cheeks but even that served to make him look more attractive and boyish in spite of being in his late twenties. She wondered how she looked. She could only guess cold and mean like some sort of porcelain doll due to the short glimpse she caught of herself in a passing mirror.

What’s her problem she thought to herself before quickly realizing the cold woman in question was in fact her own reflection.

She was glad to have Niccolo beside her; he in many ways was so different from herself but like her he was a soldier at a time. She found they could understand each other in a very distinct way and she could see how Sasha had come to love him. He was soft inside, he enjoyed cooking and quietly watching peoples faces as they ate his food. But if they complimented it too much he got that boyish flush and would mutter some profanity and shuffle off.

They were the same. He and her. They were givers. Born in a world that was too cruel and called for them to make use of the less savory aspects of their personalities.

But those days are over. Long gone. A little past half a decade.

A step forward.

She took a breath while looking around at her fellow Eldians. They where so different from back then to now.

A step forward

Breath.

Now people wanted horses for frivolous things like races, luxury carriages and even to make them dance. The people of Paradise wanted food until their ribs expanded just for any old Tuesday. Knives were now commonly embossed with jewels never expected to see blood. It was a different world then they one she had once understood.

A Step forwards

Breath.

Wait about 20 beats then the next person or couple would be ushered out the doors.

A step forward

Breath.

This had been going on far longer than necessary.

After about 20 steps forward she found herself in front of another mirror. She looked more irritated this time and the flush of her cheeks didn’t match Niccolos. She looked like a huge spoiled child. Her straight hair was curled into ringlets and put into a fancy updo that looked pretty but also very unlike any version of herself she had come to know. Even as a child her hair had always been bone straight, never as much as a wave unless it had been braided the night before but it always somehow would pull itself straight by the evening.

Kaya had used a heated curling wand. Mikasa had felt an apprehensive excitement as Kaya, now a young woman styled her hair but within this moment she couldn’t help but feel strange amongst the crowd as though she were a liar of sorts.

She was. She was a huge liar and a phony for sure. But she still didn’t care to feel it. Not in this crowded room of self important assholes.

The so-called Loyalists. Loyalists to the crown.They weren't any better then their fascist brothers the Jaegerists. They just wanted to keep the status quo. Their lands and titles and unearned respect.

A step forward

Breath.

Looking in the mirror she could very much notice that her lips were plumper than usual, only making her look even more bratty in her opinion. She hadn’t pouted since… Well she couldn’t recall but she must have at some point. The lipstick and the balm make her lips look flushed and maybe even swollen though which she wasn’t sure looked appealing or silly.

This was the new sort of fashion and although it had been a fun novelty at the Brouse house it quickly felt annoying to her.

Jean should be here. What would he think? She pushed that thought aside, it was silly and made her feel nervous which she didn’t need.

A step forward

Breath.

The dress was also far too tight. It was an empire waist and it pushed up her breasts ridiculously. She looked like the crude drawings boys would draw in the military. She remembered finding some when the girls were being punished and had to clean the boys barracks.

Staring at her reflection once more, she couldn't help but wonder who designed such a thing and who it was really meant for?

Did Jean like dresses like this? He seemed to not mind, even when she was in a cardigan and a long skirt his eyes lingered. That had been three years ago and he had left in such a hurry.

Step forward

Breath.

None of it mattered. Three years he was on the continent with other people. There was so much she couldn’t say in her letters to him and with all the important connections he had he probably omitted much more of his life abroad. He probably knew tones of interesting people and some people were women. And some of those interesting women would be pretty no doubt. And some of those pretty women would find him appealing as well.

Niccolo squeezed her elbow bringing her out of her silly thoughts.

They would see them soon. Their friends. All of them together at last.

Armin, Connie, Jean.

Finally.

For how cramped the entrance hall had been the grand ballroom had lived up to its name.

The new moon's light beamed within the room and electric chandeliers as well as candles in sconces lit up the entire room. A buffet table was full of delicacies and waiters made rounds around the perimeter with trays full of hors d’oeuvres. A particular tray caught Connie's attention leaving Armin and Jean to scan the room for a comfortable place to mingle.

Jean wanted to avoid the dance floor. He wasn’t in the mood to dance with every insistent girl in fear of upsetting her much too doting and powerful father, brother or uncle.

Unfortunately no matter how close to the balcony or in the middle of the bite or conversation took place there was an excitable young woman wanting a dance with a tall man. Some didn’t even have the courtesy not to scrunch their nose when he revealed his name but still a tall man to spin them around and show all the expensive ruffles in their dress was all that was needed for the night.

“Mikasa.” Niccolo interrupted the conversation between the leaves and wind that she had found very compelling in comparison to what they had been subjected to in the ballroom.

“I think we should go inside now. See if Connie and Jean have arrived. It’s been about 3 years since their last visit. They are probably anxious to see you.”

“They know me well enough. They will find us here eventually.” She shrugged. In truth she was nervous. She wasn’t used to butterflies and didn’t know how to settle them.

“Even though they are your old friends to everyone else they are important men they are probably being held up with all the nonsense formalities as we speak.”

Mikasa sighed. He was right.

“Let's go save them from it all.” Niccolo urged her on like she was a spoiled child as they emerged from the garden with its dense greenery and stately lamps. She didn’t think she would ever wear this sort of style again. The man had gone mad and forgot who he was speaking to.

“Because we are such a ball?” Mikasa rolled her eyes.

“You mean me?” Niccolo arched his brow, smirking his shoulder already raised ready for what only Mikasa could call a light hit. Maybe he hadn’t completely forgotten.

“You see th-theese… Jaegerists! They simply have no respect for order. You know many more would have supported Eren. We were between a rock and a hard place. You remember! It's not WHAT he did but HOW, You understand, HOW. It is a shame that you had to... well you know...” The man traced his finger horizontal to his throat making a creaking sound. “ But a deviant like that must be dealt with.” Connie felt as though his ears would start bleeding. There was something wrong when he thought someone sounded absolutely idiotic. Although he had gained some sense over the years he didn’t have the natural wit or study capacity of people like Armin and Jean. But he knew how to be plenty pleasant even to the worst of them. Even more so than Armin who had to fight an overwhelming need to correct the fallacies in others' logic.

Connie looked around for some backup. Jean was dancing with a blonde girl; spinning her around making her giggle giving her face a lively rosyness . Jean on the otherhand had a disconnected sort of expression, his mouth stuck in a false smile and eyes with a sort of vacancy to them.It was almost annoying to observe since Connie wished he could switch places with him even if the girls were a little bothersome. It was better than this, not even a pretty face or cute giggle to enjoy. He made a note to watch his posture and catch some eyes hoping to be oh so unfortunately whisked away from this dull conversation for the sake of not being rude to a sweet lady in need.

“Care for dance Mr.Springer.” An all too familiar cool voice said in his ear. Beside him was Mikasa with a tight smile and knowing eyes and behind her Niccolo who was a sight for sore eyes with his toothy grin.

He wondered if they had become a couple. He thought back to three years ago to their first visit back. Mikasa had been so thin still mourning. He doubted she would ever be a ball of sunshine; she never had been as long as he knew her but she looked well. For his sake though he hoped Niccolo hadn’t made any advances because it would be Connie who would have to deal with Jean's moods. The big oaf thought he was discreet too which was funny especially when Connie continued to play innocent in his slight jabs about the subject of Mikasa.

Connie bowed to the Lord of who cares where and pulled out his arm for Mikasa to hold as he led her to the dance floor. She was a good match; they were equal in height but now that they were older he had finally grown noticeably broader than her.

She looked pretty, well Mikasa had always been pretty although he never dwelled on it but today she was pretty in a way he had never seen her be. Was this a new look for her or simply for the occasion. He asked rather bluntly and she answered in equal sincerity. Although they were so different at the end of the day they were both straight shooters and it reminded him that he simply forgot to miss her as of late the longer they spoke and danced a tension that he didn’t know existed eased within him.

“You are a good dancer… Connie or is it Ambassador Springer.” She pointed out.

He leaned forward with an arched brow. “It’s Connie to you, always.. fair lady.”

They both giggled.

“Where’s -oh I see them.”

Armin was dancing with Historias little daughter making History smile from her overly ornate perch overseeing her guests and Jean was once again spinning some nobleman's niece or merchant's daughter to her heart's delight and to his own vexation.

“Wow. I see that Jeans still a flirt.” Mikasa said offhandedly. He could swear she had pouted for a moment but Mikasa Ackerman did not pout. But then again this Mikasa Ackerman was wearing fashionable clothes with ringlets in her hair.

“He’s just trying to get her dizzy enough to sit down and let him breathe.” Connie shrugged.

Mikasa nodded but her eyes lingered on Jeans figure that retreated and emerged from the crowded dance floor. He would probably be a better dance partner for her but he wouldn’t offer her hand or else he would be ambushed by some other old pompous bastard.

Plus Jean could arrange his own relationships. Confront his own feelings and insecurities. Although maybe it wasn’t a good idea. Maybe they would need a little push. Both of them were too jealous and considerate of the other for their own good. They would go nowhere for too long.

But what did Connie know he was a simpleton after all.

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chrollohearttags · 2 months

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𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇: 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊

synopsis: many moves are being made for the talent of AMG and two fourths of the Dead Boys Society collective, Ony The God and Prince Cee, find themselves thrust even further into the spotlight after their freestyle goes viral. But their musical skills aren’t the only thing that has people talking. As it’s during this interview that the duo find themselves in an exchange of heated words with an infamous DJ..who names drop their fellow group member and brother, EJ the Don in reference to recent scandals. Will the pair clear up the rumors circulating the net or will they leave it all in his hands to set the record straight? Meanwhile, (Y/N) meets up with Mikasa prior to PalmFest to discuss another opportunity she has lined up for her. It’s here that the manager informs her that she’ll be receiving the opportunity of a lifetime to work with a brand she’s loved since childhood. But that isn’t the only thing she has to divulge to the upcoming influencer. What is Mika hiding from her client? Ahead of the festival, Jean and his infamous band prepare to make their much anticipated return to the stage but before this, he teams up with the girls of the Pole Assassins for what is set to be the collab of the century and to solicit some friendly advice to the headstrong leader. But he isn’t the only one with a grand plan up his sleeve and it seems that everyone will be pulling out the stops to give Miami and the world a night worth remembering. Who’ll take the stage and who’ll steal the show?

word count: 8.2K

content + themes: mentions of drugs, humor, light angst, mentions of fighting, minor smut/sexual themes (jeankasa crumbs), alcohol use, multiple character cameos, language

“This gon’ be our year, believe that..we made it this far and we ain’t gon’ stop.”

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Summertime. One of the liveliest and busiest times of the year for many. Most were preparing for vacation, on break from school or just enjoying the various happenings around their area..but for those that were employed and contracted under AMG, this was far from a time of leisure. With the recent announcement of the much anticipated PalmFest, it had caused a dramatic shift in the company. Not only that, word of the festival had begun to make waves around social media. Fans were sharing the banner and their enthusiasm for the lineup. Many were scrambling, tweeting about how they were needing to come up with quick cash to attend for the weekend. Tickets were set to go on sale in the next few days, so naturally, the sales and advertising team would be exceptionally busy. But they wouldn’t be the only ones busy preparing for the influx of attention that was set to be coming their way.

“Okay, okay..so everybody is talking, going crazy over the internet about this new song and lemme tell y’all..it’s worth every bit of the hype. It’s definitely a hit..song of the summer for sure. I’m rocking wit’ it, so many other people are too..but we all gotta know, how did it come about? What’s the story behind Nike Tech?” two men sat adjacent to a woman with a lighter complexion..all three with microphones pursed to their lips as they were perched and bolted to the table in front of them. Both with shaved heads, marked with dyed designs..chains dangling from their necks and grills lining the insides of their mouths when they flashed those perfect smiles. Prince Cee and Ony The God, two halves of the Dead Boys Society collective. Their styles could be best described as hypercharged trap and upbeat melodies that would hype up even the deadest of crowds. Make no mistake, the men did create more emotional pieces, detailing their rough upbringings in the heart of inner city Miami and the Dominican Republic. But they much rather preferred music that made people feel good! Too often had they seen the reality of what the streets could do to them so now that they had made it to the opposite side of the tracks..naturally, they wanted to pay homage to those they lost but they wanted people to smile more than anything. To dance and most importantly, fine women to shake their asses to it!

“Well, you know we was just messin’ ‘round one night, having fun and it came to us.

Ony, or Onyakapon was born to a Haitian father and an African American mother, who was born in Nigeria and raised in Opa Locka. He was always described as bright, intelligent and sweet with a kind heart. A star athlete to his core. He loved basketball and singing. He was brought up in the church, where he learned to fine tune that beautiful voice but quickly found the streets unwillingly. He saw gun violence..drugs and weapons being stuffed under the counters by his uncles and father. It was rough but he still persisted. He played basketball, was on the swim team and played football, all while maintaining a four point two grade point average. He was a star on the field and court, no doubt. But where did he truly shine? Behind a microphone. He and Connie attended the same high school, where they eventually went on to meet EJ..who had just enrolled to finish his junior and senior years. The three would play sports, write music and dream about the future. Regardless of their differences, all three boys had the same goal: change the world with music! A manifestation turned into reality only five years later. From sitting in the lunchroom, making beats on the table to opening for Denzel Curry and Raider Clan. The boys found their fame through Soundcloud a couple years after Eren’s viral video..

filmed at the same shoe store they all worked at..years later and they were all at the height of their game. Now, the guys were preparing for their very first global tour after finishing up their second country wide one. It was a dream come true. But with every whimsical dream follows harsh realities and lately, it had begun to rear its ugly head in the form of a rumor mill surrounding their fellow group mate, EJ himself. There was so much speculation swirling around that the seasoned rapper was dealing with everything from substance abuse to potentially announcing retirement. Granted, they were all baseless and quite frankly, dumb as fuck. However, it didn’t stop interviewers and fans alike from probing the question. And when they couldn’t get the answer straight from the source, they’d have to do the next best thing..

“Yeah, we was just looking to make sum’ that everybody could enjoy.” Chiming in shortly after was Connie Springer, or known by his stage moniker as Prince Cee. The Dominican Republic born, Dade County raised rapper who got his start initially by making songs with his older and younger brothers but ultimately, the two of them decided to give up their supposed pipe dreams for careers in the family restaurant business. As the proud middle child of two immigrant parents, who worked extremely hard to not only provide for their three sons but to essentially live the American dream. It was this same determination and hard work ethic that heavily inspired Connie’s pursuit of his passion. All throughout middle and high school, he would spend hours on end penning lyrics about the various experiences that he had growing up. From migration to witnessing drug deals right in front of him..serving as a journal of sorts. What began as free therapeutic relief soon turned into the catalyst for the inception of Prince Cee. He and Ony had long met as youth football players with the Pop Warner program. But their friendship only grew stronger over time, especially when they discovered that the two of them shared a very strong interest in becoming musicians. By their junior year, the pair had written five songs between the two of them and even recorded one track once EJ joined the fray. After that, the rest was history..needless to say, all of their success were because of one another. Without each other’s support, there was no telling where they would have wound up. But it seemed as if not everyone was in support of this feel good story. In the midst of Eren’s recent arrests, there had not only been speculation of a possible retirement but issues among the group. Many online believed that Connie and Ony would be parting ways with their fellow group mate because of the stigma and that essentially, they had grown tired of ‘living in his shadow’. However, they were here to clear the air once and for all!

“Alright, so while we’re here, gentlemen. You know we gotta talk about it..your homeboy, EJ..he’s been a bit of a hot topic lately. For reasons we not gon’ talk about but we did wanna address some other things and get your opinion on it.”

sat slightly slouched in their seats with their hands propping up their chins..the two gentlemen glared intently at the interviewer. They had a gut feeling that this question would arise at some point during this but they were not in the mood for it, if they were being frank. First and foremost, what happened to their brother was not only frustrating for him but no one’s business and his own to sort through. Certainly not on a platform like this. Hell, they might as well have been cackling with The ShadeRoom themselves! “Nah man, we told y’all before we even came up in here that we wasn’t answering no questions like that.” “Yeah, that ain’t even our situation to speak on, for real..” the gentlemen would suck their teeth before dismissing her preemptive questioning with the wave of a hand. However, it seemed that others were keen on pushing the issue!

“I mean, we just wanna set the record straight..your boy been in the game for some time now. One of the greatest of all time, but lately, he’s had some trouble. Not gon’ lie..so do y’all think that’s a good look for y’all too? Will y’all ever get tired of playing second best to EJ?”

suddenly, the whole studio was met with silence outside of the faint crackle of the microphones and a nearby producer gasping before she even knew it. They were almost certain that viewers would hear and a clip would be making its rounds on the internet by lunch time. Fans of the collective would be ripping the controversial DJ to shreds on social media. However, before any would-be fangirls or blogs could join the fray, the two gentlemen would eat him alive themselves! Ony, who was always more docile and collected in nature..the quietest in the group by far, had honestly had quite enough of this antagonistic and downright, stupid ass interview! Connie, who was all but gripping the arms of his leather chair, ready to fly off the handle was instead, halted by his friend with a palm to his chest.

“Nah, cause what the fu—“

“Hol’ on, bro..I got it.”

not a man of many words outside of his incredible music and select interviews, Ony had implored Eren’s approach early on and because of it, fans adored him that much more. Women fawned all over the very handsome, sexy, charismatic rapper with beautiful dark skin and his signature gold slugs wrapped around his teeth. It was also because of this, that he, much like EJ..was not to be fucked with! If they knew what was good for them, they’d call this session quits now. Grasping the microphone, Ony would flash a smirk, almost huffing and laughing to himself because he knew the words about to leave his mouth were not kind ones and he had been known to have quite the silver tongue. He didn’t mince words and he damn sure didn’t spare feelings, especially when it comes to those he cared about. Everybody could die behind his family..

“Lemme ask you sum’…out of all the years my boy been doing this, just like you said..how many times has he been invited on your show? Hmm? How many times have you reached out for an interview or asked him to come perform for y’all?” The question seemed to invoke both confusion and uncomfortability in the man. A dumbfounded expression on his face..akin to that of a scorned and scolded child. “Up until now, how many times has Dead Boys been on this radio station? Yall ain’t never played our shit, ain’t never invited us on and when you do, it’s for sum’ bullshit. See, this is why ion’ do these lil’ podcasts and shit, y’all talk more than bitches do. Y’all knew what it was before we even came up in here and y’all still gon’ play in our face. All this you see, we did without a deal, we did it without a label, we ain’t had to check in with no nigga in our city to get put on. We ain’t got to run up in everybody else's hood to make it. We ain’t these lil’ 360 ass niggas, we own all ours and that man EJ? Ain’t got nothing but love and all the respect in the world for him because he’s cut from the same cloth. We did this together, that’s our family..this music shit, it means everything to us and if y’all can’t respect him, then y’all don’t respect us and that means we done here..”

Without missing so much as a beat, Ony removed his headset and Connie followed..despite the pleas from the interviewers. But before the gentlemen could exit for good, Connie left them with one more statement that would solidify their stance on the matter. “And since ya’ll watching, just wait until that next album drops. We’ll see who the real great is. All them rumors and shit? Gon’ be put to rest. Let’s go.” And with that, the two of them turned on their heels without so much as even glancing back at the radio hosts. It may not have been their situation, but they handled it on his behalf and for anyone who may have been doubting them, EJ or their collective in general, were about to be in for a rude awakening. They had come too far to allow negative opinions and messy ‘journalists’ to diminish their shine. By the time this hit the internet, their words would be undoubtedly misconstrued but they were not about to let this stop them. If anything, it ignited the dormant spark lying underneath them to go harder. To prove people like that wrong and to show everybody what they were truly made of. Determined..now more than ever to step their game up. This time, it was personal!

“This gon’ be our year, believe that..we made it this far and we ain’t gon’ stop. Me, Connie, EJ, Armin..all of us. We ‘bout to put this industry on its head.”

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meanwhile, the boys weren’t the only ones preparing to make moves..whilst EJ and the rest of his collective were suiting up for PalmFest, album rollouts and such, (y/n) was about to receive some rather unexpected and great news yourself. Unbeknownst in your absence and amid your sabbatical, your manager had been working diligently to secure you a once in a lifetime deal..one that could potentially change the trajectory of your career in an instant.

“I’m sure you’re dying to know what it’s inside…go on, open it.”

currently, you were seated across from her at an outdoor table, overlooking the picturesque Miami waters. The Lapis Lounge was the place to be for anyone who was anyone in this town. Crisp white, designer linen draped marble tables with intricately arranged flowers placed in the center. Wine glasses filled with Pellegrino, shimmered underneath the sunlight; sliced lemons decorating the rim and square China plates sat before the both of you with aesthetically plated dishes that cost more than anything you’d ever dined on willingly. It never not dawned on you how surreal your life was each time you found yourself in these scenarios. Even now, as you chatted with her, intermittently shoving a spoon of panna cotta in your mouth, you couldn’t help but to dwell on the fact that this amount of money could’ve gotten you at least three fish plates and a good tray of oxtails on your side of town! Nonetheless, you’d tremble with anticipation..hands scaling the medium sized, gift wrapped box sat before you. A present, courtesy of Mikasa, who had been brandishing it when you arrived. It was pink with holographic foiling with a tag and bow on top that read: “To (y/n) (l/n). We hope you enjoy it.” You were honestly dumbfounded as to what it could be. But anticipation would not have to kill you any longer as you began to unravel the bow and open up the gift. Your expression would immediately change once you figured out what was beneath all that wrapping paper. Switching from a gaze of utter confusion to a wide gasp complete with a smile.

“Oh my God!—no way…” you were completely taken aback and could, at that very moment..burst into tears but you restrained yourself. Trying to construct and form a thought before speaking. “M-miss..Miss Ackerman, what is this?” “Exactly as it says..congratulations, sweetheart. You’re the new cover girl for Moschino. They sent that to my office this morning and said that they’d love for you to star in their next perfume ad.” You were in utter shock and disbelief. Beyond words even..for anyone that knew you, the (y/n) before the fame..you were quite the dresser. Prior to even coming up on money, you never disappointed when it came to your outfits, hair or makeup. Sporting the most eclectic and well coordinated pieces that could never work for anyone else but you. Outdressing the girls in school who needed brand names to compete but you’d outshine their fly every single time on a budget at a fraction of the price..shopping at the stores they’d deem ‘ghetto’ or lesser, styling your own hair and makeup with nothing but products from the beauty supply down the road from your house and coming to class with all eyes directed at you. Needless to say, you had never really had any use for designer duds. But if there was one fancy label that had piqued your interest, it was Moschino. Everything about it just made you fawn..from its avant- garde pieces, vibrant designs to unique aesthetics, you became obsessed. Although you were no bougie fashion snob, you often dreamed of getting to rock at least one of their pieces. Whether it be a handbag or a thrifted coat, you’d always wanted at least one. And now, years later..your manifestation has become reality! Excited wasn’t even the correct word..feigning back tears, you’d cackle and begin scouring the large PR package they had gifted you. Including their new Moschino Toy 2 Collection, along with their spring 2024 collection.

“And that’s not even the best part. Both Fenty brands actually reached out to me this morning as well with a proposal to feature you in their newest catalogs. I have the contracts for all three offers right here whenever you’re ready. If you agree, you can sign and you’ll officially be on the affiliate payroll..what do you think?”

you were at an utter loss for words. How could you even describe what it was that you were feeling? Honestly, every bit of it felt surreal. There was no way that you, of all people, were about to grace the ad pages for Moschino, Fenty Beauty and Savage x Fenty all in the same month. Not to mention being in two acts for the upcoming PalmFest. Getting to model and truly tap into your creative expression with photoshoots of your own making. The conceptual art, the budget of your choosing..it was a dream come true! Leaning back against your seat, you’d release a faint gasp, slowly shaking your head in utter disbelief as you attempted to feign back tears. It seemed as if you were just overcome with emotion as of late. Not so much from any hardships but the exact opposite. Oftentimes had you prayed for days like this and everything you’d ever hoped for was finally coming into fruition. It was almost as if your star had completely ascended overnight and it wasn’t lost on you that it happened shortly after signing onto Mikasa’s roster. And of course, after meeting Eren. Naturally, you’d never attribute your success to a man unless it was the one upstairs. However, you were grateful that she had thrown you two together that night!

“I..I honestly don’t know what to say. Thank you so much, Ms. Mika. I’m honored and I promise I will do the best I can to make you proud.” hoisting your glass to make a toast; met with soft giggles and a raised champagne flute in return. “Please, you’ve far exceeded that expectation. Just keep doing what you do best, stay genuine and I’ll make certain that you go far in this business.” Just as poised as ever, sipping from her champagne flute when stating so. However, that serene look in her eyes soon dissipated when you brought up the next topic of discussion. One that you had no idea was such a sore subject for your manager. “It’s crazy what a couple months can do. I mean, I was just backstage with EJ, getting a pep talk about how to navigate the crowd. ‘Swear..wouldn’t have known what to do if it wasn’t for him. He’s so much nicer than what everyone said too but I’m sure you already knew–” before you had the opportunity to complete your long winded tangent, singing the rapper’s praises, Mikasa would ingest a big gulp before clearing her throat. It took a moment for you to notice the shift in her mood and her facial expressions but you immediately became concerned. “Is everything okay?” “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just got strangled, is all..” Prompting you to focus your attention on her wellbeing rather than your newest fling and her sworn enemy on the moment. Truth be told, she hadn’t exactly confronted her issues with Eren head on. Ever since that day in his studio, she had felt nothing but pure rage in her heart whenever the thought even so much as crossed her mind. Honestly, she had nothing to say to him or about him but she’d be lying if she said that the prospect of both their professional and business relationship being annulled..wouldn’t sting. Years of friendship, hard work, determination, advocating for one another and fighting their way to the top of the industry as a power duo, all down the drain over a stupid fight. She couldn’t blame Eren for his reaction but it didn’t make his words sting any less. Make no mistake, she still believed in him and his ability to make a comeback but it was going to take some time before she was able to see him as a manager or friend..

“You seem to really like Eren..” the comment sends a pang to the very pit of your stomach, making you quickly try to recant your earlier statements and downplay the oversharing of feelings for the seasoned rapper. However, that glimmer in your eye and visible reaction in body language was a dead giveaway. You could no longer fake your feelings for EJ the Don and if anyone saw through the facade, it was her.

“Well, ya know..he’s cool. He just helped me–

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You don’t have to mince words with me. Trust me, that boy’s got your head so far in the clouds, I think you may float away.” It was official, she had you pegged just as well as your best friends. It was blatantly obvious that the two of you had something serious going on..whether you wanted to admit that fact to yourselves or not. Lowering your head, (Y/N) released a soft chuckle in half relief and half embarrassment. You were acting like an airheaded schoolgirl over a man you barely even knew and everyone around you had obviously peeped.

“Listen, (y/n)..I’ll be honest with you. Eren and I? We’re not exactly on good terms at the moment. Hell, even bringing up his name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I’ll spare you the gritty details but..as it stands, he’s no longer my client and certainly not my friend. I’m only telling you this because I don’t want you to be alarmed or in the dark about any awkward tension..in the event we all happen to end up in the same circle. PalmFest is right around the corner and truthfully..I don’t know if I have it in my heart to forgive him. I don’t know if he can forgive me either..” The declaration was made through restrained tears and obvious hurt. You’d never seen your manager break her stoic and calm demeanor once since you’ve known her but now? She was completely different. More vulnerable and certainly more emotional than she’d ever gotten but she had to keep her cool. Put on that brave facade and try not to let it get to her. Also, she could see the visible shock on your face and how saddened you looked by the revelation. You hated confrontation and the idea of your potential beau and your manager being at odds was not good. You could tell they were very close and although it was certainly none of your business, you hoped they reached a resolution soon.

“I’m also telling you this because I don’t think that my or anyone else’s opinion should stand in the way of you two being happy. Regardless of how I feel about him right now..Eren was one of the very few people in my life that kept me grounded when I needed it most. He’s never really gotten excited about anything outside of music or work..but I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt, I’ve never seen that man smile as much as I have since you showed up.”

This revelation was certainly news to you! Even though you didn’t want to read much into it or get carried away, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t one hell of a confidence boost! The cold hearted ice king, EJ the Don himself..gushing over the likes of you? You were shocked! But he obviously had a thing for you. Whether that was just lust or perhaps something more..was yet to be determined. In the meantime, your manager had one last tidbit of friendly advice for you. As woman to woman.

“I don’t know what it is about you but you obviously make him very happy and I can tell that he’s done the same for you. That’s important in this business…hold on to that. I don’t know two people who are more deserving.” In that moment, behind the strict expressions and no nonsense persona, Mikasa seemed to falter just a bit in that moment. Softening right before your eyes..it was very clear that she meant every single word that left her mouth. She wanted to see Eren happy even if she had to do so from the sidelines as someone who was no longer a part of his life. And you? She had never seen someone so kind, energetic and sweet before. She’d heard first hand from Niesha how much a workaholic you were and despite you just getting started, you deserved at least a bit of a reward. Hoisting your glass once more, you’d flash her a bright beaming smile, even giggling a bit to feign off crying because it took nothing for you to become emotional..especially when sentimental statements like that were involved.

“Thank you Miss Mika..I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it. Just promise me you’ll stay focused and keep your eyes on the prize. You’ve worked so hard. Don’t let anyone get in the way of that.”

“You have my word..”

With that, the two of you clinked your champagne flutes together and took obligatory swigs of the bubbly concoction inside. Rinsing away the intensity of the previous conversation. Now it was back to more pertinent matters!

“That’s my girl..now, back to this photoshoot. Let’s talk about the details because I have a few ideas that I think you’ll just absolutely adore..”

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page break and time skip: two days later

Hard Rock Stadium: Stage A, Miami Beach

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With the long anticipated PalmFest approaching a lot sooner rather than later, it seemed that everyone as a collective was working diligently to ensure that it would be nothing short of a stellar success. Stage crews worked overtime as they secured support beams for the stages..testing the lightning a million times over and getting everyone’s pyrotechnics in order for those who needed them. Running simulations of backdrops for each performer to make sure no one suffered from a glitch when the time finally came. Some of the biggest names in the industry would be setting foot on that very stage come three days from now. The entire weekend was one that would undoubtedly be for the books; for musical talents and attendees alike. Meanwhile, the executives had come out of their glass paned offices to observe the scene for themselves. Among the fray was none other than Erwin Smith, who had been working directly with everyone to relay orders and needs as well. He was the one heading this project so it was only natural for him to come show his face. Besides, with his reliant leadership style, everyone could rest assured that if any last minute changes or major pieces needed to be handled, he was the man to do so. At that very moment, he was seated in the front row as the lights dimmed on the overhead structure. Below them was quite possibly not only one of, but two of the festival’s most anticipated acts..Atelier Kiss and Pole Assassins! An unlikely yet dynamic pairing. The two groups had come together one time prior when the band was on their last tour. The dancing quintet had just gotten their start when lead man, Jean Kirschtein himself asked for the ladies to join them for their hometown reunion. Rivaling the sounds of Deftones and Avenged Sevenfold, the infamous group put a unique spin on rock music and changed the genre as everyone knew it. Jean, a native of Louisiana..had always harbored an affinity for blues, jazz, country and soul music. But to his core, he was a metal head. Growing up on the sounds of Metallica, Black Sabbath and Def Leppard, he wanted to combine all sides of the musical spectrum. He didn’t want to limit himself or his bandmates to one particular style. He fought to break stereotypes and bring an innovative style of rock and roll to the scene. He also had the privilege of receiving the tutelage of Vivian James and needless to say, he absorbed plenty from the Neo Soul Siren herself. His ultimate creation was, in his own words.. ‘The result of Kiss, Tina Turner and Waylon Jennings having an illegitimate love child.’ An interesting combination to put it lightly! But that insane mix worked for Atelier Kiss and years later, they’re regarded as one of the highest selling bands of the 21st century..no small feat by any stretch of the imagination. That deep, silky yet soulful vibrato of his could be recognized from earshot anywhere and Erwin had just gotten an exclusive concert just for his listening pleasure only as the groups had just wrapped up practice for their upcoming set.

“You guys..pardon my language..but that was fucking amazing.” The brash comment sending everyone on the stage into light hearted hysterics, even laughing. It was rare to even see the director ever crack a smile or break character but for anyone who was familiar with the former lead guitarist of Atelier Kiss’ predecessor, Maria’s Way..led by none other than the president and director themselves..they’d know that this was far tame for Mr. Smith. To him, he felt right at home watching the beautiful ladies twirl the pole as the rockstar crooned sultry and lewd lyrics into the mic. He had done the exact same many years prior..needless to say, he was proud of you all! Seeing as how they’d be opening the show, you guys had to make one hell of a first impression or the entire show would fall to shit. But that wasn’t even a possibility. The leaders of both groups were not only hard workers, but overachievers as well. Both Jean and (Y/N) had something serious to prove.

“Seriously, I’ve never seen anything like this and I cannot wait for you all to perform. Well done. Especially you ladies..being able to construct a routine of this caliber on such short notice? I’m blown away.” A statement that rang true..as it was only after your meeting with Mikasa two days ago, did he call you up and ask about performing with Atelier Kiss. Naturally, you accepted with bells on! Nevermind the fact that you’d also be on stage with a segment of your own, hosting a little contest alongside Prince Cee and Armin to see which lucky audience member could not only sway them but outdance you girls for their chance to win one thousand dollars cash right there. You’d be pulling double duty and exhausting yourselves in the process but all the more exposure, the better. And you were certain that your girls were up to the task!

“Ya’ hear that, girls? Sounds like we got the boss man’s stamp of approval. I’d say we’re good to call it a night.” Something that you all could get behind and appreciate, seeing as how darkness had already set fall over the sky. As excited as you all were, rest was going to be crucial in making a great performance happen. Slowly but surely, the stage hands and band members alike all helped you down from your poles and to your feet. All of them would thank your group and the sentiments were mirrored. But before you all could depart for home, Jean was hoping for an audience with you.

“Aye..(Y/N). Do you mind if we talk for a minute?

It was certainly an odd request..you’d consider yourself rather good friends with the lead singer but it wasn’t often that you had the chance to speak in private and quite honestly, there was no need! But by the indication of his tone, you could tell it may have been serious.

“Of course!” you’d wave to your girls and alert them that you’d catch up with them shortly. Meanwhile, you and Jean would venture off to the side of the stage to converse. He’d grasp your hand and help you down to the edge before handing you a water bottle. He was always just as chivalrous as he was kind..admirable qualities in a man and a friend in general. Graciously accepting, you’d thank him for the kind gestures before inquiring about his request.

“So what did you wanna talk about? Something wrong with the routine?” peering down at the ground, he’d be quick to dismiss that notion. This matter was a bit more personal and he truthfully couldn’t be sure of how you’d take it. “Nah, nothing like that..before I start running my mouth though. Are you and EJ..seeing each other?” Instantaneously, the question both caught you off guard and invoked a very physical reaction in you. You were so confused as to why he’d spring such a question up on you. It wasn’t as if either of you had made this little situationship you were involved in blatantly obvious but anyone with two functioning eyes could see that there was something going on between the two of you. Make no mistake, it wasn’t any more of his business as it was some random blog on the internet but you also didn’t strike Jean as the nosy type. He didn’t meddle in others’ affairs unless it pertained to his own and now that you were thinking about it, you could see why he harbored a vested interest of sorts…

“I mean..we talk from time to time. Nothing too serious..” but alas, he had his answer the moment you clutched that bottle as if you were trying to squeeze the life out of it and the way your eyes lit up at the sheer mention of his name. “Ahh, you don’t have to play coy with me. We’re friends..besides, it’s none of my business. But there was something I wanted to bring to your attention..” swallowing another gulp of his beverage, Jean would cease his light chuckle and return to a far more serious gaze than before. One that worried you a bit..what exactly was on his mind and how did it involve you? Granted, his fiancee had made him privy to their little spat a couple weeks back and how they were no longer on speaking terms. But it was just as Mikasa had said, their quarrel was in no way a reflection of how you should proceed with talking to him! Even so, you couldn’t help but to be intrigued by the blonde’s words. You’d rather someone tell you than to be in the dark about something important later on down the line.

“..I won’t sit here and pretend that he and I are best friends or anything. Never have been..hell, we’ve been at each other's throats since I’ve known him. Point is, I just want you to be careful. I know it’s not my place or anything..but I saw you guys together on the boat a couple weeks ago. And even though I can say for certainty that he’s not some womanizing sleazebag..dude’s selfish as hell. I mean, he never answers his phone, not even in emergencies. He doesn’t show up for meetings even when other people’s jobs are on the line..he’s just the worst!” By Jean’s frustrated rant, you can tell that Eren had done a thing or two to crawl underneath his skin. Even so, you couldn’t help but to laugh! Just as you had explained to your girls, you’d tell him, Mikasa and everyone else the exact same:

“ I appreciate the concern, Jean. But he and I are just friends, that’s all…no need to worry. I promise.”

You honestly found the sentiment sweet. That everyone was concerned about you and your wellbeing. Jean himself was overly cautious about the people in his life and rightfully so. This industry was a beast and a half and it would devour you whole if you allowed it. The last thing anyone wanted was for you to get hurt by somebody you seemingly held in high regard. Scoffing, the blonde would shake his head once more and cackle. He didn’t want you becoming angry with him over insinuations or baseless accusations. Truth be told, you and Eren didn’t know much about one another outside of the physical aspect but as it stood since your last hookup, he was hoping to change that. He was making a valiant and active effort to be more than just friends with benefits. That much was apparent by his consistent communication and the few flower arrangements he had sent to your apartment; a sweet little surprise after a long day of practice and work. You were appreciative of everyone’s concern but this was one matter you’d have to see to the end for yourself. Whether it played out in your favor or not.

“I figured you’d say as much. In all seriousness, you’ve become like family here at AMG. All of you have and we look out for one another. Everyone has seen how hard you work and we’d just hate for that to become jeopardized in any way. You just make sure that dummy doesn’t do anything to hurt you. If he does, you know who to call.” his offer sending you into a fit of giggles once more. But you had no doubt that you were in good hands. For the time being, you’d just play it cool and roll with the punches. “You know I appreciate you, boo. Thank you for looking out for me.” Swinging your arm around, you’d coil Jean’s neck and embrace him in a tight hug. You were extremely grateful for the people in your life right now and you knew that things were only about to become even better. Your angels were definitely looking out for you. The two of you would begin to stand up, reaching his hand out to assist you once more. It was amid your banter about the upcoming show that your phone began to ring and you’d prepare to part ways.

“...Hey, make sure to get some rest..all of you! You’re sure as hell gonna need it.”

“Aye, you ain’t gotta tell me twice! I’m headed home straight after this. And tell that pretty lady of yours I said hey!..”

But upon exchanging those pleasantries and goodbyes, your spoken plans were sure to become derailed and by the aforementioned topic nonetheless..you’d peer down at your phone screen to be suddenly greeted with none other than the contact name ‘EJ’. You didn’t want to seem extremely desperate for his attention or anything but you had been itching to hear from him. As it had been a day or two since your last phone call. He’d text you every morning and maintain consistent contact throughout the day..which you could appreciate because Jean was right about one thing: EJ moved on his time and his alone so he didn’t owe you a single thing and as he had revealed to you, he was in the process of cultivating his new album so you imagined that the Facetimes and texts would become scarce as the deadline drew near. As well as the fast approaching PalmFest. However, there was another reason he was reaching out. After the second or third ring, you’d swipe the arrow left and answer him.

“Hey EJ..”

“Hey gorgeous..how are you?”

The name sends immediate pangs to the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t help but to amass butterflies when you so much as heard his name so naturally, the sweet gestures made it even worse.

“I’m doing well, thanks..and I hope you are too.”

“I’m having a wonderful day now that I’ve gotten the chance to hear from you.”

“You know, you really do know how to make a girl feel special.”

“What can I say? A smart man recognizes a good thing when he sees it..I’d be crazy to mess that up, now wouldn’t I?”

Only a minute into your conversation, (Y/N) found yourself fawning over his buttery smooth words and that silky voice. Regardless, there was a reason he was calling you so late in the day and you had to know why.

“Listen, I don’t wanna take up too much of your time or anything and forgive me if I’m interruptin’ or anything. I saw your Instagram, I know you’ve been out here working hard..you know I never wanna take you away from your money..but if it was possible, I was hoping I could see you tonight. Maybe we could get together and finally have that date we were talking about..” Befuddled in your tracks, you had to take a moment to respond. Maybe it was the bare minimum and you weren’t exactly used to being courted in such a manner, but you appreciated his words. He valued your time just the same as his own..he didn’t see your profession as something lesser and certainly didn’t think you the type to be sitting around, awaiting his call. Because of this, you were thrilled to see him again and to finally have that quality time you both desired. Granted, the sex was downright impeccable between the two of you but it was obvious that you each were craving far more than physical intimacy..at the moment, it was only five thirty so you’d have ample enough time to make it back home and get yourself together. After all, it was your first official date and you wanted to be dressed accordingly! And with this festival and other projects looming over your heads, this was the perfect time to sneak in some personal breathing room..so without a moment more of hesitation..

“..I’d love that, thank you, Eren. I’m just now leaving practice but give me a couple hours and you can slide through.”

“Of course, beautiful. I’m so sorry it’s on such short notice but I’m glad you agreed to see me..I missed you.” Something about him was starkly different from the man you saw in interviews or on stage but it was so nice to be around someone so kind. He made you truly feel safe and that you’d made the right decision..

“I missed you too..I’ll see you in a bit, okay? Bye.”

“Bye..”

You just hoped that for your sake..you didn’t meet the side that Jean was seeming to warn you about. In the meantime, you had to make sure you were looking right!..

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three hours later..

On the opposite side of town, you and Eren weren’t the only two lovebirds indulging in the woes of being an item.

“You know, if you keep touching me like that, I’ll never get any work done..”

“That’s the entire point, my love. C’mon, it’s late..you deserve a break.”

at the future Kirschtein residence, Jean was attempting to woo his bride to get some much needed alone time. The couple had both been working nonstop during this time for the upcoming performance, their individual careers and of course, the wedding that was said to be ‘one for the books’. As excited as they were for all the new things happening in their life, rest was equally as important and as it stood, it was definitely a rarity. But it wasn’t the only thing that had been lacking..

“You just want some ass, admit it.”

“Okay, I just want some ass. There, I said it.”

the blonde was currently stationed behind his fiancée, who was still typing away at her computer and delegating orders via email at this time of night. For Mikasa, the grind truly never subsided. She would work in her sleep if it were feasible but there was nothing wrong with enjoying yourself every once in a while. Something Jean was hoping to accomplish tonight..in more ways than one. Despite her always stoic attitude, she couldn’t help but to fold and cackle at his advances. He was brutally honest to a fault and she appreciated that. Currently, he was feeling up her sides…marking up her neck with a trail of kisses and whispering all the things she wanted to hear. Even she couldn’t resist the charms and temptation of a man like him. It was that very behavior that had bagged her in the first place!..

“Alright, sir! Cut it out..I swear, you’re such a freak. The last time we tried that, you said you couldn’t breathe.”

“Yeah, but I would’ve died the happiest man ever..”

his southern twang peeking through the conversation as he reminisced on their most recent and salacious rendezvous. Nonetheless, he just wanted quality time with his lady. “Fine, give me two more minutes and I’ll be right there.” That was as good of a concession as he was going to get so Jean took the bait and accepted. “Two minutes, woman! Two minutes..” signaling the number with his fingers as he walked out..but even so, she couldn’t help but to chime in with a joke as he departed to the bedroom.

“If that’s how long you’re gonna last, I might as well stay right here—“ “Oh, shut up! Damn brat..”

cackling as he exited the room, Mikasa covered her mouth to attempt to feign her laughter. It was little moments like this that she enjoyed the most out of every aspect of her life. “Love you, babe!” But it was just as she was preparing to call it quits for the night, would she be met with quite the surprise. The inbox and screen were all but empty until a push notification appeared in the corner along with a burner email and a blank subject line. At first, it struck her as odd but suddenly, the dots began to connect for her. After a moment of reluctance, Mikasa would double click the email and open it up. Only to be greeted with nothing more than an audio file. “Okay, this is strange..” but alas, she’d still proceed and once it began playing, there was no doubt in her mind who the sender was..as she allowed it to play, the manager began to tear up, along with a soft chuckle. It was all making sense now..and needless to say, she was backed into a corner.

“You bastard..damn you. You always did get your way, I guess this time is no different.”

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jkbabies · 8 months

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Jean and Mikasa after a fight:

"How are you feeling right now?"

"Murderous."

"Okay." —he gives her a hug and she crumbles.

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corner-stories · 2 months

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wildflowers in every direction

Mikasa Ackerman. Jean Kirschtein. Cottages. Flowers. Beautiful Dreams. 830 words. (ao3.)

On the edge of the forest is their little corner of the world, a rugged cottage surrounded by fields of green, a stream that leads into a pond, and trees of every size. The life it gives its inhabitants is quiet, but after a previous existence filled with blood, warfare, and battles of heaven and earth, a little bit of peace is the least they can ask for.

At the back of the cottage is a slope covered in grass and wildflowers of every color. At the top is a tree older than the structure in front of it, one with branches so vast that it often casts shadows on sunny days.

And here Mikasa lies, hidden under the shade in the midst of early spring, an afternoon characterized by the shining sun and the final throes of winter having melted away. She sleeps in peace, entangled in the arms of her lover as the only sound that fills her ears is that of a breeze, a gentle force that sways the leaves on the branches, creating a noise that is beyond soothing. The aroma of wildflowers in every direction combined with Jean’s clean, soapy scent and suddenly she feels like she’s living a life she never deserved.

A life of tranquility, nature, and not the neverending nightmares that had plagued her first nineteen years.

She wrestles with survivor’s guilt more often than she would like — images of those she has lost slipping into her mind in moments that should be full of bliss. Why has she been spared? Why is she allowed happiness when they are not? Why is she given the chance of life when some deserve it more?

The remorse never truly leaves, but in the last few years it’s been growing with her, becoming more refined and palpable as she ages.

Because on occasion she’ll get a day where she feels free, a day where she feels like she deserves the life granted to her.

Her existence now lies in the forest, where she splits wood before dinner while the dog basks in the sun, or watches Jean as he sits on the porch and sketches to his heart’s desire. On warmer months he’ll cool off in the pond at the bottom of the hill while she hides under the shade of the tree, and in the colder ones they’ll huddle close by the roaring fire. Sometimes he’ll kiss her hair or she’ll nuzzle her face against his chest, where she always likes to be, then make a quip or two about the unruly state of his beard, to which he might laugh and kiss her even more.

On really good days she knows that this is what she’s earned. She’s spent far too many years in agony, and who’s to say that after all of that she isn’t entitled to just a sliver of joy? Who is to say a forest cannot grow back after being devastated? It just needs a little time.

So Mikasa lets herself rest in Jean’s embrace, basking in the warmth of him and the sun as the afternoon goes on.

She doesn’t know how much time has passed since she fell asleep, but after a few moments she opens her eyes. Her head is against Jean’s chest and one of his arms is around her shoulder, holding her close like she can slip away at any moment, but she knows she won’t. She could never.

She looks up very slightly to see Jean awake. In his free hand he is holding an open book, which he reads as she rests. He does this often and sometimes she swears that the position he’s in cannot possibly be comfortable, but he has yet to utter a single complaint.

Mikasa takes him in, the light hitting his sun-kissed hair and making the hue of his hazel eyes shine.

Near their feet is the dog — a pointy-eared canine named Hugo who sports a mix of black and brown, but mostly black fur. Despite his jaws and wolf-like appearance, he’s a lot more comfortable napping with his masters as opposed to doing anything else. Fortunately, neither Jean nor Mikasa seem to mind. In fact, they prefer him this way.

After a few moments Jean glances down and catches Mikasa staring at him. A smirk tugs at his pretty lips.

“Sleep well?” he asks. The arm around her shoulder moves to play with the strands of her hair.

“I did.” She then proceeds to nuzzle her face against his chest again, pressing a kiss to where his beating heart is.

Five more minutes, she could whisper like she does in the morning, when slumber has been too kind to her and all she wants is a few more moments of peace. Nowadays Jean can read her like a book, so she never really has to say it anymore.

“I had a beautiful dream,” she says instead before closing her eyes and letting herself fall asleep again.

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pickalilywrites · 9 months

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Pickalily's JeanKasa Masterpost

A masterpost of my JeanKasa fics and drabbles. Will be updated accordingly ♪(´▽｀)

Across the Ocean to See You

Canonverse. One shot. Jean crosses the ocean to see Mikasa.

Break My Heart Again

Canonverse. One shot. Jean loves her no matter how much it breaks his heart.

Enough

Canonverse. One shot. Jean doesn't want much for her. Even a little bit of her time would be enough.

Fall Apart

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa has never let herself fall apart, but even the strongest soldiers fall sometimes.

I Don't Want to Break Your Heart

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa knows how fragile the heart is. Jean is willing to take all the risks despite that.

Let Her Go

Canonverse. One shot. Eren's perspective on Jean and Mikasa's relationship.

Love Makes You Stupid

Canonverse. One shot. Sasha helps Jean calm his nerves before his big day.

Pull Me In Close and Don't Let Go

Canonverse. NSFW. One shot. Jean and Mikasa go swimming in the lake.

Slipping Through My Fingers

Canonverse. One shot. As Mikasa falls apart, Jean does his best to comfort her.

Take Care of You

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa picks up her three drunk friends from a bar. Jean is particularly affectionate.

To Love and Be Loved

Canonverse. One shot. Mikasa has always kept Jean at arm's width. Jean's love is a little more stubborn than that.

Welcome Home

Canonverse. One shot. Jean welcomes Mikasa home after the war.

What I Want to Say

Canonverse. One shot. During a quiet moment, Jean takes the opportunity to say what he has always wanted to say.

Who I Wanted to Be and Who You Are

Canonverse. One shot. With Jean, she can be everything she wants to be. With Jean, she becomes someone she cannot be.

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Selfish

Canon Divergent. One shot. Mikasa doesn’t need love. She doesn’t even want it, really, but sometimes in the middle of the night when she’s lying wide awake with only her lonely thoughts to keep herself company … she yearns for it.

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A Shining Knight

ASOIAF AU. One shot. It takes years to become a knight. Jean knows this more than anyone. He served as a page in his youth, and he’s still serving his time as a squire. His master works for the Royal House Tybur, although the knight has yet to be bestowed with the honor of becoming a part of the Kingsguard. It was unlikely that his master ever would. Only a few knights were trusted enough to become a part of the Kingsguard, and one spot has been reserved for one person in particular even though she has yet to be knighted.

New Girl

Avengers AU. One shot. Balancing adolescence with crime-fighting would be difficult for any teenager. At least the new girl makes things a bit more bearable.

Tension

Ballet AU. “Delivery,” Jean calls, knocking at the door. He hears a muffled voice reply, “Coming!” and he leans back against the doorframe as he waits to be let in. He raises an eyebrow when the door finally opens. Jean dangles a bag, a carton of ice cream inside of it, in front of his friend’s face. “I thought you could use something nice to eat.”

Real Beauty

Celebrity AU. One shot. Jean is granted permission to shoot photos of the elusive celebrity Mikasa Ackerman.

After You

Coffee Shop AU. One shot. Jean and Annie convince each other to ask out their respective crushes. After the other person goes first, of course.

Indirect Kiss

College AU. One shot. Jean mixes tequila into his hot chocolate. Mikasa thinks it's ... an interesting combination, to say the least.

A Way to Say I Love You

Modern AU. One shot. They say there are five love languages. Jean is pretty sure that feeding your partner strange snacks is another one.

We Broke Up Series

1 | 2. Post Break-Up AU. Jean and Mikasa has broken up, but that doesn't mean their love is gone.

Muse

Reincarnation AU. One shot. Jean paints her over and over again, the woman who has haunted him even in his dreams.

What Was Lost

Reincarnation AU. One shot. In another life, maybe they can find happiness together.

I Find out My Crush Is a Mob Boss’ Daughter

Shoujo Manga AU. One shot. Mikasa Ackerman is eating alone again. It’s been this way since the beginning of the school year. When Jean had first enrolled in Rose Academy, a private high school known for its rigorous education system, Mikasa was the first person he had noticed. It was not the shiny, black limousine nor the suited bodyguards that accompanied the first-year girl to the gate that caught Jean’s attention, although those things certainly did help. Rather, it was the way Mikasa carried herself, her head held high with a mature expression of someone well beyond her years, that intrigued Jean.

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smallblip · 11 months

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all I know is no one loves me like you do

jeankasaweek2023 prompts (days 2 & 3): post-war, choice, marriage

[Part of the <higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover> series]

“I wish I were meeting you for the first time...” she whispers. What she means is- I wish I didn’t exist before this moment.

And Jean understands. But maybe he doesn’t agree. In every lifetime, he was meant to spot her from across the room, to take nervous strides towards her and tell her how beautiful she looks. In every universe she mutters a nonchalant thanks. God it’s so embarrassing. It’s so embarrassing that it keeps him awake some nights. He would groan then, and Connie would ask him, very politely, to shut up.

But there’s no point crying over spilt milk.

Because everything has to die before it gets better. And in every universe it does.

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anaharae-s · 3 months

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༅ Nome da fanfic: No cair do céu ༅ Autor: Eternizei ༅ Capista: Anaharae 『 Tumblr: @anaharae-s 』 ༅ Programa: Photoshop ༅ Fanart por @valmendy

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solciego · 10 months

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Retrouvailles

Summary: They had exchanged letters throughout the years. What started as simple updates on their lives and adventures on the continent gradually turned into intimate confessions and thoughts they shared only with each other. Memories of their last letter flooded his mind, and he wondered what it would be like to see her after all this time. Or, Jean reunites with Mikasa after three years. [Ao3]

The atmosphere is unusually silent. Jean stands at the edge of the ship, his gaze lost on the horizon. The gentle sway of the waves seems to reflect the flow of his thoughts. The cool wind caresses his face as he allows his thoughts to overflow.

Three years have passed since the devastating event of the Rumbling. During that time, Jean has traveled the world, exploring new lands, cultures, and people. He has seen rebuilt cities and wounds that have not fully healed. He has encountered intriguing women and shared fleeting moments with some of them. He feels grateful to be alive and to have had the opportunity to travel and contribute to building a better world. But he also feels guilty. Guilty for leaving his mother behind, for not being there to protect her. Guilty for the deaths of those entrusted to his care, lives he was forced to take in devastating circumstances. Guilty for not being able to do more to prevent the suffering and massive destruction.

As the ship approaches the main port of Paradis, memories of the past accumulate in his mind. He recalls the day they uncovered the truth about the Titans and the burden they all carried on their shoulders. He remembers the bravery and determination of his friends in the fight for freedom. He remembers those they lost along the way. But in every encounter, one persistent thought lingers in his mind.

Mikasa.

The main reason for their return is to fulfill some tasks that Queen Historia had entrusted to the rest of the Alliance. They knew significant changes were happening in Paradis, and their role was crucial in rebuilding a better future. But if Jean is honest, his main motivation to set foot in Paradis again was to reunite with his mother, and deep in his heart, he couldn't help but think about Mikasa and what it would be like to see her again after so long.

They had exchanged letters throughout the years. What started as simple updates on their lives and adventures on the continent gradually turned into intimate confessions and thoughts they shared only with each other. It became something meaningful. Through the written words, they discovered a bond that only they understood. Although Jean's return was not directly related to reuniting with Mikasa, his heart stirred with excitement at the possibility of seeing her once more. Memories of their last letter flooded his mind, and he wondered what it would be like to see her after all this time.

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heavenzscent · 6 months

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Jeankasa Fic recs (all complete)

#jeankasa #post rumbling fics #jeankasa fan fic #I would call this jeankasa for beginners

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bloomwinxstuff · 1 year

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Hold me like the night holds the moon in its arms.

-Alexandra Vasiliu

#jeankasa #jean kirstein #mikasa ackerman #jean kirschtein #jeanmika #sketch #jeankasa fics

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this-is-krikkit · 1 year

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Krikkit Sunshine of my life 🌞❤️

How are you today ?

You know how much I love the way you write kisses, so my prompt is "Interrupted" !!😘

Kith ❤️❤️

thank you for the prompt babe, as always i'm very sorry it took me days (weeks? i think probably weeks....) to fill it 🫣🫣

i hope you'll enjoy this anyway!! 😘♥️

Almost kissing meme: Interrupted

Tags: cabin in the woods, post canon, levihan, jeankasa, jeankasa's kid, squad denial

edited version now on ao3

"There you go, sweetie! All ready," Mikasa declares as she closes the last button on her daughter's coat.

"Mama, why are we going to Uncle Levi's again?"

Jean frowns and sends a puzzled look her way, but Mikasa's just as confused.

"You don't want to go?" he asks.

"I do! I want to hear the rest of that story he started. But I thought I had to wait for special Sundays to see him, and today is..."

"Wednesday, right. Well, today is a special day, and we want to be there for him," Mikasa explains.

And how special today is indeed.

It's been exactly six months since Levi left his former living arrangements with Onyankopon and the Marley kids to move back to Paradis, with no explanation given to anyone about it. Half a year since he's been living as a recluse in the woods, half a year since he's been assuring everyone that he just needs some distance and everyone decided to go along with it because it was apparently such a Levi thing to do. Everyone except Mikasa who, with Jean's help, has made him agree to monthly visits so far.

But today marks the anniversary of the battle of Shiganshina, and she's decided to make Levi attend- well no, that's not how Jean ha dphrased it. To invite Levi over to the yearly reunion the surviving Scouts of that event have held since the war ended. He's never agreed to come the preivous years, but she suspects Onyankopon didn't insist much on it and she's never had the chance to invite him directly.

Armin suggested leaving him alone like he requested when she mentioned it, but Mikasa's chosen to ignore his point of view -she's tired of people enabling Levi's unhealthy whims when they're not permanently around to see him closing in on himself and getting worse. Jean pretended he was only on board because he has to as her husband, but Mikasa knows he's concerned as well. She's seen him frown over the cheery -in a Levi fashion, but still- front he's putting on that's gotten creepily convincing lately, and they've discussed the odd fact that he always seems reluctant to stay indoor and insists they go out to enjoy the weather instead -even that day it rained so much the porch got soaked and they had to practically beg him to get back inside. There's also that moment he grew even paler than his natural complexion the last time they came over, when Jean spotted a black jacket thrown over his couch and made a joke about Levi finally letting loose and allowing himself to be a little messy, and the former Captain had looked freaked out for a while after that.

She only gets a contemplative hum from hee daughter in reply, and the journey to Levi's hermit hut is oddly silent. Until the yellow front door appears between thick tree trunks, and Mikasa's hand suddenly feels empty as little legs rush their way into Levi's home without awaiting her parents' arrival.

"Do you think she'll ever manage to learn when to knock?" Jean asks around a smile as they reach the steps.

Before Mikasa replies, a familiar head pops back out of the house.

"Mama, who's that kissing Uncle Levi?"

Mikasa shares a half surpeised, half saddened look with Jean, knowing they're both thinking of the one and only name they could have ever imagined saying in response to that question, and she readies herself to scold the little one and dissipate the misunderstanding.

But just as she passes the threshold, she comes face to face with the familiar sight of Levi's living room, and the very unfamiliar sight of two blushing people including her cousin and former Captain.

It takes her a while to recognize the other person, but after the initial shock, there's no denying it. The tall and lanky figure that abruptly stands up from the couch -and Levi's lap, evidently- the brown messy hair, the milky white iris of a blind left eye behind askew glasses. The seemingly thousand of burn scars all over their face and exposed body make up as much of a challenge as they are a clue to identify them, and the comforting affection in that one caramel-colored eye as it lands on Mikasa's family is unmistakably theirs.

"Hange-san?" Jean whispers.

He sounds uncertain and scared and small, so unlike himself Mikasa wonders if he's really the one who just spoke. She remembers their mixed screams and tears as they'd seen Hange leap to their death that fateful day, remembers falling to her knees with sobs wracking her body while she mourned her Commander for the brief moments she was allowed to, and she admires her husband for being able to speak because she can't find her own voice right now.

Hange, because that's them even if her brain's having trouble reconciling that reality with those memories, that is them standing in the middle of this messy and oddly decorated room in that tiny cabin lost in the largest forest of all that damned island, Hange smiles a warm and bright smile their way, nodding shortly before they drop to their knees and turn their attention fully to the youngest person in the room.

"By the Walls," they squeal, their own voice rougher and more cracked than Mikasa remembers, "you must be Jean and Mikasa's baby, right?"

Her child frowns as she takes Hange in, turning to her parents for guidance, and somehow Mikasa manages to allow a soft smile to show on her features.

"It's alright, Zoë, you can go ahead and answer," she says with an encouraging nod.

Hange doesn't appear surprised at the name, but their fidgetting hands and the way their eye suddenly explores every direction but the one of Levi's unexpected guests betrays just how awkward it is for them to hear it.

"You're wrong. I'm not a baby anymore," Zoë declares proudly as she takes one brave step towards this stranger, arms crossed over her chest.

Hange lets out a chuckle at that announcement and the confidence in it, before their smile starts looking a little stilted.

"No, you aren't, my bad. You're all grown up now," they note, a distinct regretful edge to their tone.

But Zoë doesn't pick up on it, and she speaks again before Mikasa can prevent it.

"Who are you, and what's wrong with your face?"

Mikasa's heart stops and she curses inwardly as she remembers the precaution they'd taken about explaining her and Jean's scars, as well as Levi's specific ones to Zoë early on. Like many children born after the war, she's familiar with the sight of healed penetrative wounds or missing limbs, and she's used to the way Levi limps after too many hours standing up, but she's never encountered someone with burns scars as extensive as Hange's.

Jean cringes as well, his feet carrying him closer to them just as Levi stands up from the couch and clears his throat.

"Zoë, you can't just-

"It's fine, guys, she's allowed to ask questions! Curiosity should always be encouraged," the former Commander says, not quite meeting Jean's eyes even as they reassure him. "My name is Hange, and my... my face looks like this because I got badly burnt during a battle."

Mikasa doesn't need to see her face to know Zoë's eyes lit up at that last word.

"Ohhh you were a soldier too?" she asks excitedly, eagerly walking closer and inspecting their exposed skin even more openly now.

Hange nods with a soft smile, leaning forward to allow Zoë to touch their face.

"Gentle, Zo," Mikasa reminds her.

Hange looks up, opening their mouth as if to thank her for the warning, but averts their eye almost immediately. It breaks something new in Mikasa's heart, the shame and discomfort Hange seems to feel towards her and Jean, and the only reason she doesn't have to stop herself from demanding an explanation is that she's still questioning her own brain too much right now to do so.

Zoë's taking up all of Hange's focus anyway, carefully touching their skin, their curious hands softly tracing the scars on their face and neck, and Mikasa feels... envious. This already fucked up day is turning into the weirdest dream she's had in a while, and she wouldn't mind getting to touch Hange too and make sure she's not a fucking ghost or hallucination.

Levi gestures over to her like he's read her thoughts, annoyingly pointing towards the kitchen like he wants to give the two newly acquainted pair some space.

"It's softer than it looks," Zoë observes, her tiny voice barely above a whisper, freezing Levi to his spot as he was starting to head to the other room. "Will it stay like that?"

"Well, it's still healing," Hange explains, "but I'll always look.. it's not going to get much prettier, no."

"Hmm. Hange, can I ask something else?"

"Sure, Z-Zoë," they try, their tongue stumbling over the name.

"Can I ask why you were kissing Uncle Levi?"

Hange's face turns beet red once more, and Levi coughs as he chokes on his own saliva.

"I wasn't kissing him, actually," they start in their best, almost familiar diplomatic tone, "because you came running into the room when it was about to happen."

"Oh. I forgot to knock," Zoë realizes, shooting a sheepish glance her parents' way.

"It's alright, I was never great at it either. Do you want some tea?" Hange asks, opening their arms.

"Sure!" Zoë replies, throwing herself in their embrace and letting them carry her up. "Uncle Levi always has new flavours!"

"I know! Come on, let's find one you haven't tried before."

They walk off chattering, and there's an akmost awkward silence in the room suddenly.

"I know what you're here to ask, but you could have called before barging in, you know," Levi reproaches as soon as Hange's out of earshot, although it sounds almost playful. "I have a landline in here."

"And you could have called when Hange came back from the fucking dead. How long have you known?" Mikasa spits out, unable to restrain herself any longer.

She can't find it in her to be mad at Hange, can't sort through everything seeing them makes her feel and pick something as petty as anger to focus on here and now.

Anger at Levi, though, that's something she can handle. Something she's comfortable with, even, and if the bored, nonplussed glance he shoots her way is any indication, he is as well. It doesn't stop Jean from reaching out and holding her hand, grounding her efficiently as always.

"Six months and one week," Levi simply replies, his eye wandering around the house he -they, Mikasa mentally corrects- moved into then, before settling on Hange. "I couldn't... They said they weren't ready to see you guys yet."

The three former Scouts look on at the surreal spectacle that is Hange perching Zoë on their shoulders as they help her pick a beverage, the two of them giggling like they've known each other for months.

"So that's what you were up to this whole time hiding out here, huh? Having secret make out sessions with the Scouts 14th Commander?" Jean asks playfully, his voice mostly back to its usual self now.

Levi raises an eyebrow at him, before his lips curve up the way Mikasa hasn't witnessed in a long, long while.

"That would have been the first time, actually," he mumbles, heat sprinkling color over his cheeks again. "Hey, four-eyes, no, that's the coffee stash. You can't give coffee to a child!"

Hange and Zoë both argue with him as he walks over to join them, and laugh at his expense when their combined height keep the forbidden item away from his reach.

"What do you think Armin and Conny are going to find harder to believe; Hange being alive, or the fact that Levi and them have never even smooched before?"

Mikasa shakes her head and chuckles.

"I guess we'll find out tonight," she replies with a wink.

totally stole the first name idea from this adorable fanart

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corner-stories · 2 months

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Jeankasa 4

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

4. "Nothing I'll say will make it go away, but maybe I can make it a bit better."

Their cottage is secluded in their own little corner of the woods, surrounded by a sea of trees and hidden from the world. The nearest village is an hour's ride away, leaving the residents of the homestead to their own devices.

At this time of year the remnants of last month's snow are finally melting into spring. The days are longer as the flowers in the grass begin to bloom. But come night a frigid chill seeps through the cottage's cracks, nipping at the fingers and toes of those inside.

And surrounded by the final throes of winter, Mikasa is in tears.

Her grief comes and goes in waves. There are days where she feels fine and she can enjoy the life she's made for herself. She can wake up entangled in her lover's arms and spend her morning sipping tea in the backyard, smiling as their rambunctious dog runs amok and rolls in the grass. She can tend to her vegetable garden or fix the fence at the edge of her home like nothing is wrong.

But then there are moments like this — moments where tears tug at her eyes, moments where her chest feels empty, like there's a hole where her heart should be.

Her life has been in this cycle for a while, good days being counteracted with bad ones when she least expects it. At this point she's accepted that certain parts of her grief will never truly leave, and in the moments where her head feels like it's full of nothing but gray she has nothing to do but ride out the storm.

So in the midst of the night she leaves the warmth of the bed, doing her best to not disturb Jean or the dog before leaving the room.

She lets herself cry in the cottage's main space, sitting hunched over at the table as she buries her face in her arms. The wave of sadness rushing over her is one she's faced a thousand times before — it's sickening how familiar she's become with it, almost like she can greet despair like a old friend.

The silver lining in her life is the fact that she's been here before. She's had a handful of stress cries in the last few years — even if the time between each one gets longer and longer, they come with a degree of consistency to the point where she's learned to live with it. She's discovered that even in her more upsetting moments she can bounce back — when the cloud of grief finally leaves her she can feel like her usual self again even when it seems impossible.

So she lets her tears fall, knowing that whatever pieces tumble can be picked up and put back together again.

When Mikasa pulls her face from her arms she rubs her hand over her eyes, wiping at the tears as she catches her breath. The cottage is quiet as every other night, a silence she's grown used to in the last few years, but tonight the quietude doesn't last as long as she expects.

Behind her she hears the sound of claws scratching on wood, then like clockwork the door behind her opens and in runs Hugo, the cottage's resident canine who wags his tail in glee despite the gloominess of the situation.

Mikasa watches as her dog makes his way towards her, soon planting his rear end on the floor and looking up at his master with a doofy, infectious smile.

As she pets the spot between his pointy ears, she looks to the doorway and sees Jean step into the space, a candle holder with a lit wick in his hand. His sweater hangs loosely over his torso and his bedhead is as disheveled as one would expect, but the look on his face is filled with nothing but concern.

"Hugo wants to know why you left," he says, approaching her with slow steps. In the dim light his eyes look darker, wider, deeper. "You okay?"

Mikasa nods and answers like the usually does — "I'm fine."

The bothered way Jean looks at her makes it clear that he's unconvinced. He's seen her in this state before and it's never ceased to fill his eyes with worry. He cares, as he always does, and at this point Mikasa can't imagine a world where he doesn't.

But instead of saying anything Jean simply walks towards the corner of the space where the kitchen is. Mikasa keeps his eye on him as he puts the candle down and finds the worn metal kettle. Quietly and methodically he fills the vessel with water before placing it on the stove, then spends a moment stumbling in the dark in search for a match.

As Jean lights the stove Hugo places his paw on Mikasa, begging for more pets. Her reaction of running her fingers through the dog's fur is second nature to her now, but even as she does she can't take her eyes off her lover at the stove.

After rifling through the cupboards Jean procures a tin full of tea leaves. He drops several spoonfuls into a pot as the water slowly comes to a boil.

She knows exactly what's going on, yet she can't stop herself from asking —

"What are you doing?"

Jean eyes her without stopping. "Nothing I say will make it go away," he starts, then begins to step towards her. He grabs the edges of his sweater and pulls it off his torso, unhesitatingly draping the garment over her shoulders. "But maybe I can make it a bit better."

And to that Mikasa can feel the slightest smile tugging at her lips. The sweater is old and worn-in, but it's warm and it smells like him.

"You're spoiling me," she insists, partially deflecting and partially speaking her truth.

Jean simply nods, then leans down just enough to press an affectionate kiss to her temple. "I know."

And without another word he returns to the stove.

#jeankasa #jeanmika #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackermann #snk #cottagecore au #post-canon #future fic #Jean and Mikasa adopt a doggo named Hugo #and he's big like a bear but affectionate like a toddler

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peacefulharu · 27 days

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Jeankasa Hunger Games AU coz Jean totally gonna pull a Peeta and volunteer himself when he sees Mikasa has been chosen as a tribute.

#dont fight me on this #lover boy totally will do this #no doubt #jeankasa #i need this in fic form ughhh 🤧🤧🤧#jean kirstein #mikasa ackerman

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cream-no-sugar · 2 years

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make me forget (a jeankasa smut scene)

fandom: aot/snk

characters: mikasa ackerman x jean kirstein (background: mikasa ackerman x eren jaeger)

synopsis: still reeling from her impromptu encounter with eren jaeger (the leader of a rival gang in the rural town of Paradise), mikasa seduces her classmate (and regular fwb) jean kirstein at a friday night party. she has her way with him in the upstairs bathroom — in an attempt to get off and get her mind off the other young man she's supposed to have nothing to do with.

tags & warnings: modern AU, rival gang AU, bathroom sex, underage drinking, unrequited love, mikasa is goth and 18, jean is a "nice boy" and 18, jeankasa are fwb, eren is 25, eremika technically "hate" each other because they have to (but mikasa is hung up on eren, she just doesn't know it)

a/n: enjoy this sneak preview of the upcoming chapter of my rival gang au, "sins of our fathers." the chapter itself is about 80% written. and, candidly, I just wanted to share this scene prior to officially updating the fic — mainly because I'm wary of the reception since this scene is embedded in an eremika-heavy fic, and (honestly) jeankasa deserves their chance to shine.

word count: 1.6k

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Friday nights for Paradise High School seniors are always punctuated with a house party, especially when the school year is winding down. Tonight, Mikasa finds herself at Connie’s house — which is ideal. It's far enough on the other side of town that she has a built-in excuse to stay out later, or even to stay the night (not that Levi or Kenny look for her when she's been gone too long).

And Connie's house is huge. With a pool and a huge yard, so it's easy either to find company or to hide from company — whatever Mikasa is in the mood for, at a moment's notice.

Admittedly, she's looking for chaos and over-stimulation tonight — she doesn't know any other way to get her to feel like herself again. She loathes to admit it, but her run-in with Jaeger at the convenience store threw her for a loop.

The first time she saw him, at Maria's, she was mentally prepared for that. She couldn't admit it to herself — let alone Levi when he confronted her about skipping school the other day — that she went to Maria's with an intention. She wasn't stupid: she had been immersed in this world all her life, and she had picked up intel on where he could be lurking at any point of the day by listening through keyholes and feigning ignorance around her uncle and her aunt and her cousin and all her associates…

That was the benefit of being seen as a stupid, little girl: no one would suspect that she'd attempt to find the boy whose family single-handedly ruined her life.

But when they ran into each other at the convenience store…

She didn't expect Jaeger — Eren — to be so… relatable.

Before she can allow that thought to get away from her, Mikasa heads to the kitchen, joins a group of people gathered around the island. She accidentally jostles Sasha, who — upon seeing who bumped into her — excitedly and unpromptingly grabs Mikasa's hand and swipes a lime wedge on her nonbandaged wrist. Sasha sprinkles a little salt on the juice, tiny white granules decorating Mikasa's pale skin and the ebony granite countertop.

Mikasa feels something nudge her pinky, and she sees that Jean has scooted a shot glass toward her. Some tequila spills over the rim and onto Mikasa's hand — she doesn't miss how Jean's pupils dilate when she brings her finger to her mouth, sucks the droplets off her skin.

That's an idea, Mikasa thinks to herself as the group raises their shot glasses in glee, loudly whooping and toasting to the weekend and to the rest of their lives. The liquid burns her throat and her chest in a way that she feels like she needs, like she deserves.

She sidles closer to Jean when everyone thrusts their empty glasses toward the center for a refill. She makes a point to bump her hip against his, to lean into him when she reaches for her second shot of tequila — to meaningfully look him in the eye when she clinks her glass to his.

She feels his hand ghost over her hips. But he won't touch her — not yet. Because Mikasa knows that Jean Kirstein is a gentleman, or as close to a gentleman as one could find in Paradise. And he won't touch her unless she asks him to — or until he's drunk enough where all his inhibitions have disappeared.

Sometimes she feels bad because Jean is so obviously in love with her that she thinks she might be taking advantage of him. But, admittedly, he’s really fucking hot and gives great head. So she doesn’t even protest when he (finally) starts getting handsy after their third, maybe fourth or fifth, round of shots — she’s actually the one who pulls him away from the group and into the upstairs bathroom, pulls her face to his and licks into his mouth while shimmying out of her underwear.

“Someone’s needy tonight,” he slurs against her lips. Mikasa winces when his fingers trace her bare pussy, sighs when he starts to circle her clit.

“Shut the fuck up,” she growls. “You gonna get me off tonight or not, Kirstein?”

And Jean just snickers against her mouth, nips her lower lip as he presses on her throbbing nub just a little bit harder. “If that’s what you want, princess,” he mumbles.

And Mikasa doesn’t even dignify Jean’s sarcastic retort with a response of her own. Instead, she threads her fingers through his overgrown hair and pulls his mouth deeper into hers. Spreads her legs wider on the bathroom counter so that her slickness starts to leak on the marble surface below her, so that Jean can more easily slide two, three fingers into her.

They’ve hooked up enough times before this point that Mikasa anticipates Jean’s rhythms. He works her up with his tongue in her mouth and his fingers in her pussy until she’s a sloppy mess, her arousal dripping down her thighs and onto Jean's hand. When he removes his fingers, she whines at the emptiness — then groans when she sees how her juices web between his fingers, watches Jean lick his fingers clean, his tongue lapping up the wetness that has coated every inch of his digits.

He always tells her that he wants to get her wet enough so it’s easier for him to enter her. And Mikasa understands his reasoning — he is a bit larger than some of the other guys she’s been with. But she also thinks — especially when she sees how hungry he looks as he sucks on his fingers, when he finally kneels before her — that he just wants her wet enough so he can consume more of her. He's told her before that no other girl tastes as good as she does.

It’s intoxicating, when she thinks about how much power she has over him. As he kneels between her legs and tongues her opening, sucks on her clit so ravenously that she has to find purchase by grabbing the counter edge, pulling on his hair, curling her toes in her heavy-toed boots.

"Fuck, Jean—" Mikasa gasps, and her breath hitches as he circles her clit with the tip of his tongue and slowly pushes two of his fingers inside her. It feels good. It always feels good because Jean has a long tongue and strong fingers and a selflessness that guarantees that Mikasa will come at least twice when they’re together.

And, sure enough, he tongues her so effortlessly that, after a few focused minutes, she breaks above him. She braces herself, arches her back, needs to remind herself not to squeeze her thighs so tightly around Jean's face even though she can't help it. And she yells so loudly that she's certain that everyone downstairs can hear her — not that she nor Jean care; it's an open secret that they fuck each other almost every weekend.

And she knows that he can get her off with his tongue again, that he's done it many times before — but she's glad that he somehow knows that isn't good enough for her tonight.

Jean pops off her, his chin glistening under the yellowish bathroom lighting. "I need to be inside you now, Mikasa," he murmurs. And she frantically nods, lifts up his shirt as he unbuttons his pants and frees his hardened cock from his boxers. He absentmindedly pumps his erection a few times before he positions himself at her entrance, his head bumping her sensitive clit and making her gasp.

When he finally slides into her, so easily because she's soaked and because they've done this dance before, Mikasa sighs, relieved and full. She wants to sink into the sensation of Jean fucking her senseless — needs to feel like her whole body is being consumed, like she's losing all of her in someone else — so she appreciates when Jean cups the back of her head and thrusts into her roughly. All traces of a gentleman gone.

"Fuck, Mikasa, you feel so good, you take me so well," he mutters nonsensically into her hair.

And Mikasa wordlessly whines her assent, wraps her legs around him tightly as he bucks into her. The cold bathroom counter cuts into the back of her thighs, and she nearly falls backward into the mirror — saved only by Jean's strong hands holding her neck and back up.

He moves his hand from her back to the space between them. And Mikasa purrs in appreciation, as he deftly works his thumb on her and continues to thrust into her.

"'M close," she mumbles, as she digs her nails into his clothed shoulders and buries her nose in his long hair. He smells like smoke from the fire pit and cheap cologne. The scent is familiar, yet stifling — but it's not enough to distract her from reaching her peak, as she comes again, screams loudly and directly into Jean's ear.

In her post-coital fog, she knows he finishes too, pulls out of her and releases on her bare thighs. Some of his cum spurts on her skirt that they forgot to remove in their haste, and Jean apologizes, reaches for some paper towels to help clean her up as they both catch their breath.

She hears him muttering, sorries and sweet nothings as he wipes between her legs and nuzzles her ear. But she can't fully register what he's saying. There's a buzzing in her ear, and her vision is hazy.

She blames the tequila, blames the lime — but, despite the fact that the room is bathed in yellow, all she sees is green.

#jeankasa #aot smut #jean kirstein smut #mikasa ackerman smut #cup of joe ☕️#from my fics #rival gang au

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