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Any jk fic recommendation?
Hi nonnie! ❤️ Yes yes and yes! Tbh I'm often searching for more jk fics to read!
Here's a list of some I could think of that are really meaningful to me. Hope you like them! ✨
Guide me through the storm, I'll carry you to shore by mintchocolatedreams
This is one of the first Jeankasa fics I've ever read and it changed me completely. It made me feel in love with them and I'm a jeankasa shipper thanks to this one. Every single time I think about jk, this one comes to mind!
Colapso by Shkebma96
This one is the perfect jk post canon fic! I'm a sucker for post canon aus, and the moment I started reading this one I knew it would become one of my favorites!
Fluttering by Reikukaja
This one is part of a series I really enjoy. I'm obsessed with the plot and the characters truly feel like themselves!
Coffeeless Mornings by Yakarmi
This is just hilarious, I was cracking up after I finished reading.
Comrade in (your) arms by underleaves / @solivagantress
I read this one recently and it changed me. I live for this one, and the author's writing is priceless!
Whiskers Wish by Rubysilk98
I've never thought I'd enjoy reading a fic about Jean turned into a cat, but it's not only funny, it's just so sweet and comfortable. I really enjoyed the family dynamic!
#anon#ask#jeankasa fic rec#jeankasa fics#fic rec#i need to know if these authors are here on tumblr#so i can show them my love and gratitude
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Hold me like the night holds the moon in its arms.
-Alexandra Vasiliu
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we'll meet again (Mikasa Ackerman x Jean Kirstein)
Summary: Old age is cruel
Word Count: 2127
Trigger Warning: Death
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Old age was cruel to Jean.
The gray hair and the wrinkles made him unrecognizable. He wondered if younger Jean would have been able to recognise him at first glance. His elderly appearance reminded Jean of his own grandfather. Or would he think it was another random old man with death knocking on his door?
Jean wondered if she would recognise him.
Everything ached.
He could barely move without something hurting. His back hurt. Old wounds that he received in his youth flared up. He could no longer trust his legs and relied mostly on his cane to walk around. It was difficult to breathe sometimes. Every time he let out a breath, it sounded like the whistle of a train.
At 79 years old, Jean Kirstein just wanted his life to end.
He remained most of his days in the home where he had used to live with Mikasa and his three children. Now it 's empty. There’s no sound of children giggling. No sound of little feet running around. No sound of her humming in the kitchen while cooking. All of his children had grown and lived their own lives. Marco was a painter who lived outside the island. Sasha was a diplomat, just like him, and who worked together with Abigail, Armin and Annie’s daughter. Hideko was a popular writer in Hizuru.
All of his children had children of their own. 2 granddaughters and 2 grandsons. Marco’s son, Gabriel. Sasha’s twins, Philippa and Samantha. Hideko’s son, Haru, All of them with their own lives and careers.
Even with their busy schedules and hectic lives, they came to him for his 79th birthday. All of them except Samantha, who couldn't come because of a medical emergency. Jean couldn’t remember the last time he properly celebrated his birthday, but that one he is going to hold dearly to his earth for the rest of his now short life.
Three months after his birthday, at the beginning of summer. Jean spent most of his mornings on the porch, sitting on his rocking chair, drinking lemonade and reading the paper with his old labrador, Missy, a gift from Marco to keep him company after Mikasa’s death, when he heard the sound of a car coming up the old path.
He looked up from his paper and saw a gray car approaching. The sun made it impossible to see who was inside. The door opened and out came a black-haired woman, and for one second, Jean thought he saw Mikasa before his eyes, but the woman turned around and he realized it was not her, but he wasn’t disappointed because it was his granddaughter, Samantha. She looked beautiful with her loose black hair and summer dress.
She approaches him with a smile on her face, just like Mikasa’s.
"Hello, Grandpa." She said, climbing the porch’s steps. "Hello, Missy!" She said, with a high-pitched voice, while kneeling in front of the dog and petting her. Missy’s tail thumped against the wood floor as she received attention.
She straightened herself and leaned to kiss Jean’s cheek.
"Hello, pumpkin. How are you?" He asked.
"Oh fine, I'm a little tired from the trip. How are you?"
"I’m alright." He answered.
Samantha raised her brow. She was just like her grandmother; you couldn’t hide anything from her.
Jean sighed. "The doctor said that my blood pressure is low and that I should refrain myself from doing extreme activities."
Samantha’s expression turned sad. "Oh, grandpa! You know that you can call any of us. Especially Phillippa, she's a doctor."
"Your sister is studying to be a doctor, and I don’t want to worry any of you." Jean explained. "Don’t worry! There’s a young boy who comes and helps around the house, especially the garden. I don’t want your grandmother hunting my nightmares because the garden is not being taken care of. Aside from the kids, that garden was her pride and joy."
"You pay him?"
"Eh, some bucks here and there. He’s a nice kid and has a green thumb."
Samantha looked over her shoulder at the car. She looked back at him and smiled, almost mischievously. He knew that smiled, she would simply like that to her cousins and sister and pull out a lizard behind her back. He could still hear the shrieks in his head. He remembered thinking someone had broken a bone.
"I’ll be right back." She said and moved to her car.
Jean watched her as she opened the passenger door and pulled out a basket. She walked back and laid the basket on the step. Jean’s heart skipped a beat when he saw what was inside: a baby.
"Grandpa." Samantha started and lifted the baby and held it to her chest. The baby looked at least three months old. It had a head full of black hair. "This is Benjamin. Benjamin, this is Great-Grandpa Jean."
Jean was shocked. He blurted out the first thing that came out of his mouth. "Samantha Truman, did you steal that baby?"
Samantha looked at him with wide eyes. "What kind of question is that?! Where would I steal a baby?"
"There are plenty of places out there!"
Samantha rolled her eyes and shifted the baby so that their faces were side by side. "Tell me you can’t see the similarities? Do I need to search for my baby pictures for you to see it?"
Jean looked at them. Now he could see it. They did look alike.
Then it hit him. He was looking at his great-grandson.
"Why did nobody tell me you were pregnant?! Why was I kept in the dark?!"
"In my defense, by the time I found out I was pregnant, I was already six months along, and I asked mom and Phillipa not to tell you or anyone in the family. I wanted to be surprised."
"Philippa managed to keep it a secret?" He asked, with an eyebrow raised. His oldest granddaughter was someone who couldn’t hold a secret even if her life depended on it.
"I’m surprised as well. The exams must have kept her mind occupied."
Jean chuckled. "So... Am I the first to meet Benjamin?"
"Yup. Here." She said and put the baby in Jean's arms before he could protest.
Jean looked at the baby and felt a sense of deja vu. His mind flashes back to holding his three children and four grandchildren when they were newborns. With his wrinkled hand, he grabbed his great-grandson’s little hand. The baby quickly latched onto his finger. The familiar strength brought tears into his eyes that he couldn’t hold back.
He couldn't believe it. He lived long enough, longer than his friends, to hold his great grandson. He lived longer than his wife. Jean thinks that Mikasa would have immediately taken Benjamin out of the basket and doted on him without even asking questions.
Jean peppered the baby’s head with kisses.
…
Jean insisted on Samantha staying with him.
While she cooked dinner for them, he gave Benjamin the bottles. Jean felt young again when he took care of Benny.
At night, he put the baby to sleep and bid goodnight to Samantha.
For some reason, he felt more tired than usual. He quickly went to bed and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he felt... better. It's like a weight has been taken off of him.
He heard a sound from downstairs.
"Samantha?" He called out, but there was no answer. He got up, and when he took a step forward, he realized that his legs were not shaking, they felt stable. He took one more step and felt no struggle. Feeling that there was no need to use the cane, he left the room.
He went down the stairs. The living room light was on.
"Sam?" He called out once again.
He went inside.
And his heart stopped.
"Mikasa?" He whispered.
There she was. In her youthful appearance. In their living room.
She smiled at him. "Hi."
Jean almost felt like crying. He had almost forgotten her voice.
He approached her and touched her cheek. For one moment, he expected her to turn into dust or disappear, but she didn’t. She was there.
"Am I dreaming?" He asked.
She shook her head.
He’s not dreaming.
That can mean only one thing.
"Am I dead?" He asked.
She smiled sadly, closed her eyes, almost like she was in pain, and nodded.
Jean let out a shaky breath and hugged her. She quickly wrapped her arms around him. He looked up and caught sight of himself in the mirror. All the wrinkles were gone, and he was young again. He is the same age he was when he started his romantic relationship with Mikasa.
He was dead.
He doesn't know how to feel about it.
As a young boy, he was waiting for it.
As an old man, he was waiting for the sweet release of death.
He’s here. He's holding her again in his arms.
He took a step back and gave her a proper look. He cupped her cheek and rubbed it with his thumb.
He put his forehead against hers. "Oh, my love. How much I missed you!" He whispered. He closed his eyes and kissed her forehead.
"Tell me everything." She said. "Tell me about our boy. Our girls. The children. How are they? Does Marco still paint? Does Sasha still argue with other politicians? Does Hideko still write?"
"Well." He started. "Marco has his own gallery. Sasha is loud as ever, she’s not letting anyone talk over her. Hideko published another romance. It got an award. Gabriel is traveling around the world. Philippa is studying medicine. Haru is almost graduating from school. He wants to be a translator. Sammy is a mom."
"Our Sammy is a mom?" She asked, almost on the verge of tears.
"Yes." He said. "A boy, Benjamin. He’s 3 months old."
"Benjamin." She whispered.
"He looks so much like Sammy at that age."
Realization hit him.
"Sammy is going to find my body." He said, with a mournful tone, already picturing his granddaughter’s face turned into an expression of grief.
"She’s a strong girl." Mikasa said. "I know she’s going to be strong. She’s not going to be alone."
Jean let out a heavy sigh and buried his face against her neck.
"Were you happy?" Mikasa asked. "After I… left."
Jean looked at her. "I was happy with our family, but I wanted to see you again every day."
Mikasa smiled at him with tears in her eyes. "I’m here."
"You’re here." He chuckled.
He closed his eyes and kissed her, and it brought him back to familiar feelings. The first time he kissed. The first time they kissed as a married couple. The thank you kiss he gave her every time she gave birth. Their last kiss before she died.
He felt at peace.
…
Samantha woke up earlier. Life with a baby has made her sleep schedule hectic.
Benjamin was still sleeping in his basket when she left the room.
She made breakfast for herself and put water and food in Missy’s bowl.
In the middle of the morning, that’s when Samantha started getting a gut feeling that something wasn’t right. She went to her grandfather’s door. She knocked and waited for an answer, but nothing came. She opened the door a little and poked her head inside.
"Grandpa?" She called out.
She came inside. Jean was in bed, asleep. She sat next to him.
"Grandpa?" She called him again and softly shook him.
He didn’t wake up. She put her head on his chest and tried to find the sound of his heartbeat. When she couldn’t hear anything, that's when she realized her grandfather was dead. Jean Kirstein is dead.
Tears and sobs started coming out of Samantha, and she buried her face in his chest.
It’s not fair.
She just got back and only had him for one day. She had a lot of things planned.
How is she going to tell her mom?
How is she going to tell her sister?
Her uncle?
Her aunt?
Her cousins?
After what seemed like an eternity, she lifted her head and looked at her grandfather’s face.
He had a small smile on his face. He looked peaceful, like he was having a good dream.
Samantha caressed his face and kissed his forehead.
She got up from the bed and opened the window.
Her sister once told her that in the hospital, after a patient dies, they open a window so that the soul can be free and enter the afterlife.
She closed her eyes and felt the summer breeze hit her face.
"Goodbye, Grandpa. Say hello to Nana for me. For all of us."
#Jean Kirschtein#Jean Kirschstein#jean kirstein#Mikasa Ackerman#jeankasa#jeankasa scenarios#jeankasa fics
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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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HOW TO BE | AOT MODERN AU
EREMIKA & RIVETRA (MULTI-CHAP SLOW BURN)
Levi's taken it upon himself to raise his orphaned cousin, Mikasa. Devoted entirely to keeping her safe from the dysfunction of the Ackerman family, he strives to give her the type of life she deserved from the very start. Now depressed, emotionally damaged, and entranced by heavy eyeliner and sad song lyrics, seventeen-year-old Mikasa struggles through growing pains during her pursuit of happiness - all while being so hopelessly in love with a boy who sometimes can't keep his mouth shut.
Mid-2000's Modern/High School/College AU.
Goth, angsty Mikasa and protective father figure Levi.
Eventual Eren x Mikasa, eventual Levi x Petra.
CW: Graphic depictions of violence, blood, alcoholism. Attempts of suicide/completion of suicide. Mentions of molestation/attempted molestation (no graphic depictions). Dysfunctional family life.
NSFW content in the future.
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Hello there! I thought I'd finally share my story with the tumblr side of the AOT fandom, so if you're into character studies of your AOT faves, a ridiculous amount of teenaged angst, and horrifyingly tragic backstories, then this if the fic for you! Take a dip into the complex familial bond Levi and Mikasa share while you discover all the heart-wrenching pain between your favourite ships!
Big big big credit to @novalise1 on X for their amazing art that you're seeing above. They drew these a while before my fic was even conceived, but I stumbled upon them about a year or so later and they coincidentally fit the fic so well. I knew I had to show you all their talented art!
If you would like sporadic chapter updates, you can also find me on X @infinitify_ or feel free to shoot me a message in my asks here on tumblr!
But anyway, happy reading!
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Jeankasa Fic recs (all complete)
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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.
#ohmygod its been so long#hiiii my jeankasa babies#watch out for my latest fic!#jeankasa#jean kirstein#mikasa ackerman#attack on titan#jeankasafics
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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.
#jeankasa#jeanmika#jean kirstein#jean kirschtein#mikasa ackerman#mikasa ackermann#snk#future fic#hugo ackerman-kirschtein#Siri play Ashitaka and San for 8 hours straight
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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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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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Jeankasa in pop terms | @jeankasachallenge
Jeankasa; Little woman inspired
"Don't marry him," Jean's words cut through the air with chilling clarity. Mikasa's heart lurches in her chest, and in her mind, a whirlwind of thoughts is unleashed. Why now? Why Jean, of all people, is saying this to her?
The atmosphere grows tense as silence hangs between them. The whisper of leaves rustled by the breeze seems to quiet in comparison to the emotions engulfing her. Mikasa, her gaze fixed on the ground, feels her heart pounding with an intensity that threatens to burst from her chest. Thoughts crowd her mind, an uncontrollable torrent of memories and reflections.
"What?" she says in a barely audible whisper, seeking confirmation, an explanation. But Jean's words are not ambiguous; they carry a meaning she fears understanding.
The distance between them shortens as Jean approaches.
"Don't marry Eren," he repeats.
"Why?" Mikasa watches Jean's eyes, searching for answers that have remained concealed until now.
"You know why," his response is gentle yet firm.
Incredulity dances in her eyes, her mind grappling to make sense of what's happening. No, this can't be real. Emotions within her stir. Her younger self would have reveled in this declaration, a romantic twist of fate. But in this very moment, it seems absurd, almost surreal.
She recalls the days of her childhood, when her heart raced at his mere presence, the affectionate gestures that initially made her fall for him, the shared smiles. How secretly she had longed for this moment since childhood when she looked at Jean with innocent and affectionate eyes. Even now, glimpses of the boy who once lived next door linger in her memory, interwoven with the man before her.
She feels a pang of pain in her chest as if something vital is being torn apart within her.
"No, no," she whispers as if denying it could reverse the turn of events.
"Yes," his voice expresses conviction, unyielding in its insistence.
Jean extends his hand toward her, attempting to touch the soft skin of her cheek. But Mikasa retreats, as if his touch were an invisible burn. Tears finally spill over, streaming down her cheeks. The pain in her chest is tangible as if a part of her being is slowly being torn away.
"You're being cruel," she murmurs with a voice fractured by emotion.
The accumulated pain of years, the feelings she had tried to ignore and forget, all surge with force. Tears trace paths down her face as she struggles to maintain her composure. She had thought that when she left for Europe with her Aunt Kiyomi, she could finally leave behind these emotions that had tormented her. But here she is again, facing the same feelings for the man who was once her secret longing.
"What? How am I being cruel?" Jean questions, his voice slightly faltering.
Mikasa inhales deeply, her heart now spinning in a whirlwind of affection for a man who once felt affection for her sister. The situation feels like a tasteless joke, a cruel twist of fate. Did he truly believe that she could be a substitute, a consolation prize just because Pieck had rejected him? The struggle between pain, anger, and betrayal boils within her. Did he think she would simply run into his arms the moment he asked her not to marry Eren?
The weight of her affection for him is undeniable, but that doesn't mean she's willing to be used as a replacement for her sister, a stand-in for unrequited love.
All the pain she had harbored for so long rises from the depths of her past, accumulating in her throat until it's finally released, unleashing a flood of emotions she had tried to suppress for so long.
"I've been second to Pieck my whole life, and I won't be the person you settle for just because you can't have her. I won't do it, I won't."
The weight of her revelation hangs in the air, a raw vulnerability exposed. The pain in Mikasa's heart, her frustration, and her unwavering affection, all spill out in a torrent of words, painting a vivid canvas of emotions that can no longer be contained.
The fragile threads of her composure unravel.
"Not when I've spent my entire life loving you."
#jkinpopterms#jeankasa#mikasa ackerman#jean kirstein#jeankasa drabble#jeankasa; little woman fusion#jeankasa fic#jeankasa edit#anime#aot#shingeki no kyojin#*my edit#*my writing#i dont really like amy that much#but i like the idea of this scene being jk#jeankasa event#my writing: jeankasa
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[Jeankasa fics/AO3]
This is so worth it to read,,, I don't even know spanish and i am really using a translation from the web to read this and turned out.... the story is so wonderful! I had a mixed feelings when i read this. Chapter 11 made me tear up so much🥲 and there's still have 9 chapters left! Hashtag post-rumbling jeankasa, because post-rumbling jeankasa is everything.
#jeankasa#jean kirstein#mikasa ackerman#jeankasa fics#jean x mikasa#ao3#attack on titan#post rumbling
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I’m writing again
I’m writing a Jeankasa one-shot, and it’s an angsty one, but no worry, it has a happy ending.
But prepare the tissues.
I'm going to try to post it tomorrow.
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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.
<LINK to the full shabang>
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༅ Nome da fanfic: No cair do céu
༅ Autor: Eternizei
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༅ Fanart por @valmendy
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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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