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ghostlygeto · 2 years

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“i don’t want to understand, i want you to stay” w mr zeke yeager haha :|

why do some ppl use jaeger and others use yaeger i do not understand <3

pairing: zeke jaeger x reader

warnings: hurt/no comfort just for u gary. but rly angst w/o happy ending

wc: 740

“I don’t want to understand, I want you to stay.”

Zeke had been spending more and more time away from you. You understood that he wasn't allowed to tell you what he was doing or where he was going for security reasons. But he had been leaving before you'd wake up and coming home after you'd fallen asleep. If it weren't for the brief half-asleep moments you'd wake up and feel him next to you, you'd probably believe he never came home to begin with.

You knew as a Warrior he had obligations to Marley, but sometimes it felt unfair. He already sacrificed everything to become the Beast Titan. He already risked his life going over to the island. What more did they want from him? What now was so important that he needed to spend nearly every hour of every day off hidden away in some building?

And you knew it wasn't like this for all of the Warriors. You often saw Porco, Pieck, and Reiner out and about with the young candidates. They'd invite you out sometimes. Occasionally you'd say yes but usually it was "No, I want to make sure I'm here when Zeke comes home." They'd all give you a sad look, like they knew about his recent neglect towards you. It felt like they all knew something that you didn’t, and no one would tell you.

This morning was no different, Zeke woke up at 4am and wanted to prepare for his long day hidden away in a room doing God knows what. But you weren’t there next to him in bed, this time. Close to three weeks of the same routine and he hadn’t woken up without you beside him a single time, where were you?

The living room, waiting for him to come out so you could talk to him. It would be the first time you’d spoken to him in weeks aside from the half-asleep “I love you”s you share before he leaves in the morning. You had been rehearsing what you’d say to him for hours before he finally came out of the room, fully dressed and ready to go.

“y/n, why are you awake? You should get to sleep,” Zeke walked over to you and reached out his hand, attempting to take you into the bedroom so you could rest.

“We need to talk, Zeke.” You took his hand but pulled him down so he would sit on the couch next to you, “I’ll be quick.”

“About what? y/n I really need to go,” Zeke sat anyway, he could never say no to you even if he tried. He put most things before you. Keyword is most.

“You’ve been so absent lately,” You start, looking down at your hands, “Feels like I don’t even have a partner anymore. Wake up alone, eat dinner alone, go to sleep alone. You were gone for so long and now you’re back but you’re not here.”

“You know I have an obligation to Marley, y/n. They need me there.” Zeke could feel himself already growing annoyed. “I thought you understood, how important this is. We have Eren now, things are going our way. Everything will be okay soon, you know. You have to understand.”

“I don’t want to understand, I want you to stay.” You finally looked into his eyes, “They’re going to send you away again soon I can feel it. And then what? I just wait until you come home so you can do it all over again? Or wait around until I get told you’re dead? Do I get any time with you before they send you to death?”

Zeke scoffed, “You’re being dramatic, y/n. I’m not going anywhere. I have to leave now, I’ll see you tonight.” He started to get up, walking towards the door without waiting for your response.

“If you leave right now, Zeke, I’ll be gone when you get back.” Though your voice shook, he could hear you were serious. And it killed him.

He wanted to stay there with you, he didn’t want to leave every morning and be without you all day before returning to you when you’re already asleep. He absolutely did not want to walk out the door right now and lose everything he had left. But he had to.

“I know. I love you, y/n.”

The door closed behind him.

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daemontargaryenwhore · 3 days

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wait, does that mean Zeke represents the apple? the exchange they made was the power Zeke could give?

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jeansplaytoy · 10 months

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Can I get some cheater!zeke who has a whole wife and kids and is cheating on her with yn by had no clue and think that he doesn’t what to be seem in public with her because he embarrassed of her and is scared to ask him why btw him and why have a kid on the way and while reader is about to have her kid she find out about his kids and wife and he want to give him and his wife marriage a second chance leaving yn a single and heartbroken new mom with no help from anyone 🫦😋😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚😚🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🍕🍕🔥🍕🍕🍕🍕😋😋😋😋🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛

LMAOO THIS IS SO MUCH but alright since it’s my first request 😋!!!

The Other Woman.

cheater!zeke x afab!reader

long!, toxicity, cheating, profanity, pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy, angst.

Feb, 25.

you stood in the grocery store, searching for food that would last at least for the month. being low on budget, and having to provide for your unborn baby, you sighed to yourself. zeke apparently had some things to do while you went to the store, so that’s why he couldn’t go with you. you waited in line for the next person to move up so that you could finally pay for the things you needed after having them scanned.

“lovely day, isn’t it?” the cashier spoke to you with a nice smile. you slowly nodded and sucked in air through your teeth. “could be better, but every day is better than the last, right?” you softly laughed.

it was only your third month of being pregnant, you didn’t completely hate it. you loved your child, with all your heart. but you hated the feeling of going out, and having no one with you. all your friends are out and eventually just stopped talking to you ever since the pregnancy hit. ‘we’ll always be here for you.’ yeah that was some bullshit they said to you, only to help you feel better for that first week.

and as the day passes by, you finally made it where you couldn’t be bothered by anyone, other than your boyfriend, zeke. you’d been dating for a year or so, and it was real ruthless of you to get knocked up that quickly, but what else could you do? there’s no going back now. no type of going back that you’d wanna take the chances of.

“did you get the food for today? i told you i’d go out to get it later on after i came from running errands.” he said before standing up and planting a small kiss on your cheek. he’d just walked through the front door, and you’d already put everything where it needed to be. you slowly reached down and felt the small, but there, bump on your stomach. “you were taking too long, and i was hungry. both of us.” you glanced up at him while rubbing your stomach.

zeke hummed before turning to go to the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee. “well, still.” he said from the kitchen. you smiled a little to yourself, for whatever reason.

now it wouldn’t be a big problem to the average pregnant girlfriend. your boyfriend just wants to care for you and let you rest and blah blah blah, but the more you thought about it, ever since you got pregnant, zeke didn’t wanna go in public with you. and of course it sounded dumb when you scribbled all that into your mind three months later.

May, 29.

you stared at your, now medium visible belly as you lifted your shirt. it was another rainy day, and zeke still hadn’t come back from wherever he left from. he didn’t even tell you he was leaving, he just left before you even got out of the shower. and when he arrived, he brought you flowers. only to distract you from being mad at him.

you looked over to your room door as it opened, zeke coming in with a green and yellow bouquet of flowers. like every time he left without warning. you wouldn’t even bother to ask him where he was, if you hadn’t caught on to whatever he was doing.

“where have you been?” you ask nicely, not wanting to start anything too serious. “out, why? i got you flowers.” he smiled, pulling you into a soft hug. you kept your hands crossed as you smiled and nodded, awkwardly. “yeah… zeke, listen, i don’t want you to get mad at me but i feel like you’ve been going out way too much and-“

“way too much? what am i, y/n, a child?” zeke placed the flowers on the bed before taking off his tie to his suit and putting it on the vanity. “no, no, i’m not saying that. i’m saying, i feel like i should know where you are when you just up and leave like that. because sometimes i get worried, and it’s not really helping my stress levels.” i you say, sitting down on the end of your bed.

“you worry too much.”

you bit your lip softly and looked to the side. “it’s for a good reason… is…” you hesitate to say what’s on your mind. “is that why you’ve been going out more? to go in public, like… without having me around?-“

“gosh, y/n, you’re acting like a damn child. what has gotten into you? is it that baby inside of you making you act like that?” zeke chuckled and shook his head while changing clothes as he walked around the room. your eyes followed him. “i’m sorry that i’m worried for your safety, but i wanna make sure you’re not uncomfortable with being around me.” you frown and look at him.

“what makes you think i’m not? oh, just because i don’t wanna go out with you all the time, or because i don’t wanna be with you 25/8? shit, gimme a break. i’ve been working my ass off, and i don’t always need to be with you. we are a couple. i trust you and you trust me. i love you.” and that’s all he said before moving you over a little to lie down in bed, where he didn’t even say goodnight or give you a kiss, like he used to.

you looked at him for a moment before laying down in bed, closing your eyes. what else could you do?

Aug, 30

birth, your boyfriend, those two things didn’t match did they? no. because your boyfriend wasn’t there with you. he took you to the hospital, mikasa visited you, she was sitting on the couch that was in front of the hospital window, finally not smothering your newborn son. your baby was laying in another small baby bedding beside your bed.

your body hurt, and you could honestly barely move your legs. you sighed and didn’t dare look at your phone. he wasn’t there for the birth or the labor. he was just gone. “you sure you don’t want a burger or something?” mikasa asked you as she walked over to you. “you don’t have to sulk about zeke, be happy that your sons here.” she rubbed your hand as you nodded slowly, staring into space.

“mhm.” you hummed, barely listening to her. mikasa stared at you for a second before sighing. “i’m gonna go get you some food, you haven’t eaten in hours. i’ll be back, okay?” she gave you a forehead kiss before walking towards the door and leaving.

you bit your lip as your gaze moved over to your son. you haven’t even been able to pick a name for the little fella. because you didn’t have help from anyone, and you didn’t have any names on your mind. you smiled weakly at him, even though he was peacefully asleep. “i love you.” you whispered at him before looking down at your phone as it vibrated.

‘Zeke❤️’

you stared at the contact before exhaling and answering, ready to complain and confront the man about leaving you randomly.

“where are you? i’ve been trying to reach you for hours and you haven’t been answering the phone. you didn’t even get to see the birth of your-“

“excuse me, who is this?” a female voice said over the phone. your heart almost dropped to your stomach. “uh, who is this?” you squinted as if whoever she was, was right in front of you.

“zeke’s wife… why do you keep contacting my husband?” she asked over the phone before you heard zekes voice in the background.

“who is it, babe?” you heard faintly before hearing the cheering laughter of two seemingly toddlers, maybe one child. “daddy’s gonna get you!” you heard before hearing a child scream of laughter.

yeah, you could feel your heart break into ten different pieces, maybe add a few thousands. “some woman by the name of… y/n? that’s what it says in your phone.” you heard her say before it sounded like she put the phone on the counter. “are you still talking to that girl? i thought you said you were gonna stop talking to her and start the marriage with me again.” the woman said before you heard zeke smack his lips. “i love you, she’s… wait.” he said.

you heard someone pick up the phone and you didn’t even realize that tears were flooding your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. you sniffed as your lip twitched and your eyebrows furrowed. “y/n?-“

you hung up. you wanted to throw your phone, but even God knows that it’ll be a long time before you got a new one. you blocked his contact and put your phone beside you, slightly sitting up.

you tried to take a deep breath in to calm yourself down. bad decision. because when you did, that’s when you broke down. “oh my god…” you whispered through your sobs before looking at your son and trying your best to stay quiet. you shook your head slowly before putting it in your hands.

it was heartbreaking. really. how could you go two years and nine months without knowing that there was someone else?

that he loved the other woman, and didn’t care about you enough to love you.

sorry this took so long 😓 i have a couple requests and dk what to do BUT i’ll have the rest of y’all’s requests done, i promiseee!!

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thena0315 · 4 months

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Never forget that Levi was able to take down 27 Abnormal Titans all on his own in a short time (Zeke had 3 with him when he tried to escape, so technically Levi didn't take on 30 at once).

And it hurt him like hell to put his subordinates to rest after what Zeke did.

#levi ackerman #captain levi #humanity's strongest soldier #attack on titan #zeke deserved all the angst and pain that happened to him afterwards

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anlian-aishang · 9 months

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SNK Men - Falling Out of Love with Them - Levi, Erwin, Eren, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Zeke

tags: snk x reader, sfw, angst, food mention, alcohol mention, smoking mention, break-ups, modern AU, gn!reader

Levi:

You could tell from the second you laid eyes on him: a man of few words, an introvert, full of thoughts but nothing to say. Silent heart held secrets. Crossed arms guarded them. You longed to unlock his cage, to set him free, and shoulder those burdens with him. That desire gave you the courage to approach him. Your kindness kept him there.

Far later, living together, closets and cabinets filled, routines intertwined, such milestones used to give you confidence in your relationship. Over time, though, they became looming doubts. Levi never talked about his day, about himself. When you asked him, he provided mere slivers. When you pressed on, he narrowed his gaze in a way that shut you up. He was the foil to your fairy tales: never professing his love, never a heartfelt love letter just cause. In fact, no confessions of love at all.

Sharing a bed with you, but not his past. Levi had met your friends, your family, but you couldn’t name either of his parents. Where did he grow up? What brought him to this city? Why does he love you? Does he love you?

Years gone by, you started to question whether you knew that much more than you did that first night. Tears in your eyes as you surveyed him from across the living room: hand on his cheek, attention solely on his reading. He looked just as mysterious as he did back then. All that time, those efforts, your affection: wasted.

A man of no regrets gained one in your departure: he should have told you everything. The only one he had ever lived with, the only one he had slept with, he thought it was obvious - how special you were to him. The pain of recounting his past was nothing compared to that of losing you. The vulnerability required to open up was much less than that of reconciling your break-up. In his eyes, he had been an open book. In his eyes, there was no reason to try that again.

Erwin:

Out of your league. Top of the food chain. Tall and blonde, smart and beautiful, he had the eyes of everyone on him. When you learned that his were on you, god, it was a feeling you wished you could bottle forever. If you could have, maybe that would have prevented you from falling out of love.

From the first day you met him throughout the course of your relationship, you never forgot how appreciated he was, even if you wanted to. It was what drew you to him, now what separated you from him. Every morning, he left for work far before you woke up. Every evening, he was home too late for dinner. Weekends were wonderful - lazy cuddles, fancy brunches, movies and museums - but they were all you had: a mere 72 hours of his week. Work was his life, his wife. You were just his part-time, his side hustle.

Over time, so constantly reminded of his importance, you felt comparatively, increasingly worthless. How many meals alone? The housework of two allotted to only one. Dinner parties where your date was the hidden corner or the cocktail bar rather than him. You realized: you were practically already single, and you would rather be comfortably single than repeatedly broken up with - every time he chose you last.

What you missed were the kisses on your forehead before he left those mornings, the overtimes he put in so that his weekends could be free for you, the refusal of all-expense-paid business trips to Paris, London, Hong Kong just because they did not fit in your schedule. He had the world at his disposal, but home was always his top destination. Some days, he was late to arrive there. He left earlier and more often than he would have liked. But it wasn’t the mansion that drew him back, it was always you.

Eren:

Eren’s spontaneity was perfect for that summer fling, the movie star of your coming of age. Last-minute drive-ins, sudden custard cravings, sneaking out of windows, and spur-of-the-moment road trips to nowhere, Eren was game for all of your heart’s desires, the most indulgent boyfriend, maple syrup on tap.

Seasons changed, though, yet his impulsiveness didn’t. Come your birthday, he had no surprises planned, just whatever you want. Anniversaries that he would play by ear. When leases ran up and it was time to decide whether to move in together, he was a shrug of the shoulders: what do you think? Anything about your future, he played listener and simply let you drone on. He did not change the subject, but his lack of enthusiasm essentially did, a deafening silence to your thoughts: indifferent to a life with you.

In frustration’s lens, his open mind became a careless one. Adventure was just childishness in disguise. Did he really love you or the idea of you? Were you a special someone or just someone to share experiences with? Unthoughtful, and you don’t deserve someone who doesn’t think of you.

You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine when you suddenly packed your bags and snuck out of his house for the last time. Before he could realize you were upset, you were already gone, denying him a chance to tell his truth. He did not care about the steps along the way, all he cared about was sharing your path. Leaving decisions in your hands, he let you be the captain while he played passenger to your life. Given your fear of growing up, he felt that he could be your partner in playfulness, keeping your spirits alive. All of him meant to prioritize your happiness, whatever that would take, wherever it would lead you - even if it was out the door.

Armin:

Ocean-blue eyes, sunshine in his hair. Warm smile, soft hands. His appearance caught your attention, his mentality was what hooked you. Armin thought ahead, far ahead, constantly several steps before yours. It allowed you to relax for once, trusting that everything was safe in his hands. Reserving tables, making plans, shopping lists, booking hotels, thorough itineraries, his handling of everything convinced you to worry about nothing.

In taking away your stressors, though, he had taken them all to himself. He would pile on, pile on, pile on until he was overwhelmed, taking it out through sporadic morning sprints and screaming in scalding showers. Apparently, his preferred decompression lie in caffeine-fueled midnight spells at his desk over a bed with you. When you tried to quell him, he would whimper, I’ll try to do better. I’ll do better. A simple sentence, but misunderstood. You thought he would improve at communicating with you, that he would work to share his workload. He meant the opposite: if he could manage his time better, if he could measure his responsibilities accurately, it would prevent his meltdowns so that he wouldn’t have to run to you.

You were patient week by week. Month by month, you began to wonder. A year later, and he still had not even thought to let you in. From there, anxiety’s voice amplified: he thinks you’re incapable, incompetent. You can’t be trusted with even the smallest things. He doesn’t trust you.

No matter how many times he read it over, your letter still confused him. Encyclopedias and editorials, no piece of literature had left him lost like you had. A good head on one’s shoulders was his first and foremost requirement of any partner, so why did you say you didn’t have one? You saw his mistakes and loved him past them, how could you claim he was a perfectionist? All of him was with you in mind, but if he couldn’t share his life with you, you weren’t his life partner.

Jean:

By his own confession, he was helplessly in love with you. Jean said it early, said it often, both in words and actions. Close cuddles every night, deliberate kisses every morning. Regular reminders of his feelings had lifted your self-esteem from lowest lows to highest highs. You were such royalty in his eyes, you actually started to believe it in your own. Jean willed your status into reality.

You became the decision maker, the head of the home. He became your biggest fan, your yes-man. From things as small as choosing dinner to topics as big as world views and your futures, he was completely agreeable. Your hobbies, your friends, your feelings became his. At first, you thought you had met your perfect match. Despite his praise, though, you knew that the world did not revolve around you, only his did. When you asked him what he really wanted, he looked lost. Starting hypotheticals with if I wasn’t around… left him dazed.

He was your perfect match because he was your mirror. In becoming yours, Jean Kirstein lost himself, you killed him. Playing his commandant, you destroyed him. Letting him free, you owed it to him.

Jean could not disagree, no matter how much he wanted to: he had become yours, you had changed all of him. What you got wrong, though, was that it was for the worse. The role of significant other was what made him come alive. Before you, he was nothing. With you, he was something. Your needs gave him purpose. Your smiles gave him rewards. You had led him down a candy trail in pursuit of your affection. He had always imagined it would lead to a lifetime with you, but instead, you cut him off in the middle of your forest: lost and confused, alone and hopeless, nowhere and nobody.

Reiner:

Radiant. Blonde hair reflected all light, making him stand out in any scene. His voice was deep, you dove and drowned in it. A head-turning, infectious laugh. Reiner’s body language was confident, his figure strong. His smile was inviting, his eye contact solid, attractive conventionally and especially to you. Broad shoulders would carry your troubles, soft lips would kiss your wounds. You clung to him like a life preserver, someone to share your struggles.

It was selfish of you, but he didn’t see it that way. In fact, he took it as the opposite. In catching your tears, he knew you would be there to wipe his. Listening to your vents, you had handed him a microphone to voice the things he needed off his chest. With you, Reiner was comfortable, even more than times he was alone. You let him cry while his inner voice yelled for him to stop. Tears penetrated your shirt, soaking all the way to your heart. Ashamed to admit it, but you used to enjoy them. A one-person audience to his other side. Proof that he could be himself with you. You took pride in that exclusivity.

Night after night, though, those emotions started to lose their rarity. Bags under your eyes, drifting off to sleep but woken up by a loud sob, Reiner was no longer romantic, but pathetic. That assured and capable man from before turned hollow in your presence. This isn’t what you signed up for. You’ve been tricked. You’re not his therapist. Instead of sympathy, apathy. Your former desire to hear all he had to say was overshadowed by your longing for him to be happy. The more he cried to you, the further you reached towards the conclusion: he was more often sad than happy in your presence.

You said it was best for him, but you were the best thing that ever happened to him. You said that you could still be friends, but his friends didn’t know what you did, no one did. You had taught him it was okay to feel, but finished the lesson: just not with me.

Zeke:

Sharp, critical, an opinion for everything, above it all. You found him flawless because he could find flaws in anything, so when you managed to make him fall for you, your ego swelled: you were perfect.

Reserving a passenger seat in his car, you felt you had booked a celebrity. Movie tickets, plane tickets, side by side, the exclusive partner for his excursions. Sharing his bed felt too good to be true. In it, the adoration he gave you was ripped straight from your dreams. For you, he only had praise. When he became your everything, your flaws disappeared to nothing. Two perfect people in love with each other, you thought your relationship would be the same.

It was for a while. Hearing his rambles, you savored his cynical perspectives and the low sound of his voice. His contempt for everything else, you translated it as proof of his love for you. When all else was awful, he found solace with you. Eventually, though, that lens grew cloudy in cigarette smoke. You could listen for hours, but the only thing that stopped his rants were the Marlboros. You never minded the smell of smoke, but when you thought of its connotations - confiding in cigarettes rather than you - you grew to hate it, to envy it.

You worked so hard to make your home a happy one, but rant by rant, it was filled with sadness. If he had so much to complain about, he must not have been happy. If he was not happy, you were not helping him, at least, not enough. Not enough, not enough, not enough - no matter how much he insisted.

// masterlist //

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ffsg0jo · 2 years

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- a o t c h a r a c t e r s a s t r o p e s -

aot characters x tropes [reiner,, annie,, zeke,, porco,, pieck,, colt]

WARNINGS: following/stalking,, reference to sex,, -- masterlist

a/n: you already know the drill. the hold this idea has on me i stg, it's peak. anyways this is the last part, thank god :))

part 1,, part 2,, part 3

REINER : forbidden love - you're his psychologist and he's your client. you two are part of rival schools and he rescues you from a douchebag and he's like ill take you to school every single day. typical wattpad romance.

it’s like modern day romeo and juliet tbh but instead of families it’s school. your schools have always been at each others throats. its dated back to a rivalry founded hundreds of years ago. there’s constant fights breaking out between your schools and even the headteachers are involved.

they absolutely despise each other. one day, when you’re walking home after class, in the dark, you can sense someone following you. creeped out, and wanting to go home you decide to take a shortcut. obviously that doesnt work out because now you’re lost and you dont know what to do.

you try and look for someone to ask for help but all you see is a group of people, underneath the streetlight smoking. you decide to take a chance and go towards them. immediately a boy with blonde hair and a slight beard sees your state and the guy following you and recognises what's happening. he calls you over, like you’re his friend and put his arm around you.

the guy following you sees the stares he’s getting from the group of people and decides to walk away. i honestly could write a fic about this and i actually might. but just imagine romeo and juliet, but without the marriage and tragic ending. also there’s a maassiveeee fight between boyfriend reiner and ex eren. it’s great.

ANNIE : friends to lovers - you were introduced to annie through pieck and you thought she was cool and wanted to hang out more with each other. and one thing led to another and now you're married :)

you and pieck were good friends having went to primary and secondary school together. so when she introduces you to her other friends you feel happy, like you’ve levelled up your relationship stats in a game or something. you’ve met everyone, except annie and they’re a nice bunch, and you decided to hang out with them more.

the next time you hang out, it’s a small party with just you guys and that’s where you meet annie. she seemed different from the rest and you really liked her company. believe it or not but you guys literally spent the whole time talking to each other and you exchanged numbers by the end of it.

from then on you two magically started bumping into one another more, by some sort of miracle. it’s like the world was trying to push you two together by making you meet more often. and of course, naturally this led you two to hang out more, without the others present. you’d get coffee together before classes, work in the library and have lunch together as well.

you eventually caught feelings for annie and decided to just go for it and ask her out. the worst that could happen was her saying no. so one day over coffee you asked her if you could maybe grab lunch sometimes and she was like sure, just tell me when. and you’re like no, as a date. and annie stops mid sip and she looks at you with a little blush and nods her head and says sure again.

ZEKE : office romance - you and zeke work together and just casually flirt, nothing serious. but then you two actually start falling for each other and find yourself missing each other when you’re off work

on the first day of your job, zeke was the first person you met. and he was nothing but kind and welcoming, making you feel at ease jn the new environment. he knew what it was like to be the new person, so he invited you to have lunch with him and a few others to introduce you and get you started.

it became routine between the two of you and as you got more comfortable you both started joking around more and teasing each other and also occasionally flirting. he essentially became your work husband.

he’d purposefully take the long route when going to the break room just so he can walk past your desk and lean against the table and flirt with you and talk to you a little. and on the way back he drops off a freshly made coffee at your desk with a wink.

this is making me wish i worked in a corporate office job with zeke goddamnit.

anyways, you guys actually become good friends outside of work, going to get drinks together with his friends from high school and literally everyone sees the way he looks at you and thinks you’re perfect for each other. he even took you home once when he found out you weren’t doing anything for the holidays and his step mum, my baby carla loves you.

you also realised that good looks run in the family because holy moly they’re all so good looking. if carla wasn’t married, you defo would've hit on her more because she’s a milf and a half. you also met his half brother eren, who is, you know. hot af. it was actually eren that told you how much zeke liked you and how great of a couple you and zeke would make.

he regrets telling you because for the next couple of days he hears banging and thumping coming from the bedroom on top of his, which just so happens to belong to zeke.

PORCO : exes to lovers - with porco it was right person wrong time. you both weren't mentally ready or in the right space for a relationship and decided to break it off despite loving each other. but a couple of year later, when you returned for one of your mutual friends wedding, you find yourself looking at porco, and wishing it was you and him at the altar instead.

you and porco first got together when you were in high school together, and while your relationship seemed perfect, the both of you were under extreme pressure to perform well academically and make your families proud. with the added commitment of a relationship you both mutually decided to break up, thinking it was unfair to chain each other to a relationship neither could commit to fully.

that didn't mean you didn't love each other though. porco truly was the only person for you and the same for him. for the rest of high school neither of you dated, and when you got to university, you only had flings. nothing more. not a day went by without you thinking about porco.

after you’ve graduated and settled in to your new job, you receive an invite to a wedding, finding out one of yours and porco’s friends are getting married. immediately you respond saying of course you’ll attend! you’d be stupid not to.

you arrive at the venue on the day when all of a sudden you bump into someone and as you look up and go to apologise you realise it’s porco. you let out a small gasp and appreciate the way he’s matured over the years and turned into a muscular, strong man. sis had a glow up frr

you both felt your love for each other rush back to you and you fell in love with porco once again. just as your about to say something you’re both ushered into your seats, with the ceremony about to begin.

during the exchanging of the vows you catch porco staring at you and you both wonder what would've been if you had stayed together all those years ago. would you and porco have been at the altar, exchanging vows and proclaiming your undying love for each other? still staring at him you smile, making a mental not to talk to him at the reception, to see if he was still single.

PIECK : strangers to friends to lovers - i love pieck. with her it’s just a steady and gradual development into a beautiful relationship

i feel like ive repeated some of these but pieck just strikes me as a very dependable and safe person. she has really comforting vibes and is just someone you grow to love more and more, the more you get to know her.

everything about pieck is a nice surprise, like wow she has cats, could she even become any more perfect. the answer is yes, yes she can.

the two of you take things really slow and you kinda just let things happen and progress naturally instead of forcing it. you both know that if its meant to be then it will, and you both strongly feel as though you're eachother's 'one'.

just being with pieck is good vibes. she's so loving but teasing at the same time. she'll tease you and watch you get all flustered with a smirk on her face. she's hot af.

unrelated but do you guys remember when the jean x pieck ship was starting to gain more traction. that was actually amazing now that I think about it. i don't personally ship it but I can see why other people would. its cute.

COLT : brothers babysitter to lovers - i feel like im making some of these tropes up but it makes sense to me, let me just explain it.

your parents were always friendly with colt's so when your parents heard they needed a baby sitter for their cute little toddler falco, your parents offered to ask you if you'd be willing to do it.

having met the Grice's a couple of times and being familiar with them you agreed saying why not. you loved baby sitting, especially when they were calm kids like falco.

so you go over to their house and knock on the door and a guy thats around your age with blonde hair opens the door for you, with a little miniature version of him standing behind his legs. you recognised flaco but you no idea who this man was. luckily mrs grice saw you though and ushered you inside.

she quickly introduced him as colt, falco's older brother, who is visiting for the holidays, and then thanks you for agreeing to babysit falco and tells you to make yourself at home and feel free to take anything from the fridge.

she rushes out of the house with her husband, leaving you with colt and falco. colt, being the gentleman that he is offers to show you around the house and also shows you the emergency exits and stuff just in case something happens.

he ends up leaving to go out to see his friends and that leaves you alone with falco, who is just the most well behaved, good mannered child in the world. he's such a pleasure to look after and barely causes any trouble.

colt starts hearing more about you through falco who absolutely loves you. he thinks you're the best baby sitter in the world and even calls refers to you as his older sister. colt finds himself developing a crush on you and its falco that pushes him and encourages him to ask you out.

falco is adamant that you like colt as much as colt likes you, expecially since you're always asking about his older brother, and if he'll be coming home anytime soon. its cute <33

#🌻.sunspell #🌻.attack on titan #🌻.fluff #🌻.angst #aot #attack on titan #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #reiner x reader #colt x reader #zeke x reader #pieck x reader #porco x reader #annie x reader #tahonet #tht.sinta #spirithub #hqlabels

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kyskaisen · 1 year

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Sasha x Reader Prompt

Reader is not necessarily a coward, but tends to hesitate at times to where Sasha have to saves them. And the one time where Reader didn’t hesitate is when they took the bullet that was meant for Sasha, saving her for once after the times she saved them.

i cried when sasha died:((((

Cowardice

Everyone would call you a coward, always having someone, specifically Sasha, to save you every time you all went on an expedition or a titan mission. You just shook it off, but people still talked behind your back; that if you had to be saved by Sasha of all people, then you definitely are weak.

You huffed as you stood on the air ship, patiently waiting for it to land home. Sasha, Jean and Connie were standing behind you just a few feet away and talking about something.

"Did you have to save Y/n again?" You overheard Jean ask Sasha. You felt your heart sink and goosebumps ran across your skin at his cold yet mocking tone. Sasha sighed at his question. "No, actually. I didn't see Y/n anywhere, but she's fine anyways." She answered, turning to you with a smile. You felt her looking at you so you turned around to face her.

A few seconds later, Sasha heard a clunk from the side of the air ship. She turned her head in the direction of the noise. "I think I just heard something?" She said. Some people thought that Sasha's hearing was bullshit, but you didn't believe them. To contradict that following statement, truth be told, you didn't hear anything at all in comparison to what Sasha heard. Jean looked over the crowd. "Oi, lower your damn voices!"

"Get louder! This is our first victory!" Floch contradicted Jean's demand, causing the crowd to get louder. Jean rolled his eyes before he turned to Connie. "What'd you hear?" You asked, walking over to Sasha. She looked at you.

"It was kinda like..a thud, or something." She answered. You lifted a brow before turning to Jean. "Did Lobov ever make it on?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he did." He replied quickly. You huffed before shifting your gaze over to the door. You weren't sure what Sasha heard, but what you were sure of, was that you had a bad feeling about whatever it was she heard.

A few seconds later, the door slid open, and you saw a small girl with brown hair tied up holding a gun and aiming at someone..

It was Sasha.

"WATCH OUT!"

Your eyes wrenched open as the girl was about to pull the trigger; your instincts took over you as you shoved Sasha out of the way, and a loud gunshot was heard.

You felt a blinding pain in your stomach, as you looked down and saw a red trail leading itself down your uniform. It was blood. Too much of it, matter of fact.

Everybody in the room shot their heads towards your falling body, thud. It took a few seconds for everybody's brain to process what just happened before Sasha immediately rushed over to your dying figure.

"Y/n! You idiot! Why would you take that bullet for me?!" She cried out as tears began to well up in her eyes before one finally made it's debut and rolled down her cheek. You smiled softly before reaching your hand up to wipe it away.

"Because, Sasha," You started, your breathing becoming labored resulting in a weak voice. "I'm not the coward everyone says I am." You said, huffing weakly. Sasha's body began to shake as she saw the life in your eyes begin to fade away.

"No..Y/n, you stay with me, ok?" She said, taking your hand and squeezing it. You glanced over at her and smiled softly once again.

"I'm sorry, Sasha."

"....I love you, Sasha."

Sasha's eyes widened as you took your last breath, and your heart finally stopped beating. The knees of her uniform were stained red with your blood before her hair and face soon joined them as she leaned her head towards your own face, crying silently.

You were right, you weren't the coward everyone said you were.

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hangesbrattyapprentice · 8 months

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Chains in the Sand

After losing the battle of Shiganshina, three Warriors return to Marley with some unplanned cargo.

Zeke has a new hobby.

cw: allusion to canon-typical violence, injury, and death, angst, kidnapping, yandere behaviour, zeke being messed up in general, miscarriage, suicidal thoughts, nudity, eventual smut.

Dark content in general. My dead dove radar is very skewed so I can't really tell how dark this is but please read at your own discretion and MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!

Sooo I recently finished chp 2 on ao3 and decided to post this fic here as well because this is pretty much my second home rn. Hope you enjoy!

Things here felt…wrong. She didn’t know where they’d brought her – having seen nothing for days save for the inside of a trunk before being transferred to this hovel – but everything here, even the most normal of objects, seemed to emit an unsettling aura.

The bathroom she was in was simple enough – dingy tiled walls and floor of a shade that didn’t match any identifiable colour, a drain in one corner, a toilet in the other, one water fixture jutting out of the wall, a barrel-like tub that would not accommodate unbent knees, and nothing else.

And yet, the sense of discordance clung to every corner of this place just like relentless nausea clung to her. The glaze of the tiles was strange. The pattern of holes in the drain’s strainer was unlike any she had ever seen before. Outside, the cacophony of civilisation sounded foreign, although their language was the same as hers. Inside, the man knelt by the tub tending to her was foreign also. Even the air felt different to breathe. Though, she conceded, that might just be her battered lungs.

Is this really what it’s like on the other side, she wondered.

I am outside the Walls.

She didn’t need reminding, but the voice in her head had been chanting the words persistently… Ever since she’d woken up that first time after Shiganshina.

She was angry, furiously so, at the voice for being of no use at all, but she’d learnt to welcome it in place of other things – thoughts that might creep in were it silenced.

She was outside the Walls. And the man’s ministrations, every scrub, every sweep of the washcloth over her skin, brought back fragments of her journey.

He’d started by carefully rubbing the mixture of dried vomit and tears from her face. Most of the journey had passed with her unconscious, but she had woken up disoriented, in excruciating pain, lying on her side in a box darker than the insides of her eyelids. It might have been fear, the agony from her burns, or the realisation that all had been lost. The slow, steady rocking sensation didn’t help. It made her feel like there was no solid ground beneath her. Made her organs feel as if they were sloshing around inside her, untethered.

She’d managed to vomit into a corner further away from the scratchy rag that served as her makeshift pillow, but it hadn’t made much difference when they simply put her under again to loll within the same confines.

The first time they had injected her was before the trunk, right after the battle. Seeing the syringe, she had screamed and thrashed, thinking they would turn her into a pure titan. It was the only function she’d ever associated with the needle, after all.

So stupid. They had all been so stupid, kept in the dark by these others who lived beyond the Walls. Who made titans. Who could make it so your body was paralysed even as your mind stayed wide awake.

Two of them had held her down while a third pierced the skin at the periphery of her injuries. She thought it might have been this man, the one now clinically scrubbing the grime off of her one unbandaged arm after thoroughly cleansing her hair and wrapping it in a towel.

She watched him absently as she tried to recall.

Those same hands. Large, sturdy, their backs dusted with fine golden hair. These were the hands that had meticulously picked the charred bits of leather and cotton from the sludge of her skin as she lay on the ground, unfeeling save for light tugs and twitches.

Back in the bathroom with walls that had no colour, the man spoke, but she didn’t hear him. He lifted the golden mop of his head to fix her with an expectant look. Behind the round wire-rimmed glasses, his eyes didn’t have a distinct colour either, nor any discernible affect. They could have been blue or green or a golden hazel, she couldn’t tell. But they held patient expectation.

He wanted her to lift her arm. She complied, and he washed under her arm and across her sternum and breasts, taking care to be thorough but gentle over her sensitive skin. Her raised arm quickly lost strength and gingerly, it drooped down to rest on his shoulder.

Water seeped through cotton fibres, making them cling to her skin and his. He didn’t seem bothered by it, only continuing – now beneath the water’s surface – his task of wiping away grime to reveal cuts and bruises instead. Cuts and bruises were manageable. But part of her, the part that wasn’t numb from shock, feared what was under the bandages on her left shoulder and upper arm. It wasn’t just burnt flesh. Or at least, not just her burnt flesh.

She feared what else had been lost in that explosion. That –

She took a rattling breath, a feeble attempt to gather herself.

I am outside the Walls.

The man looked up at her face again, hooded eyes regarding her.

“Does it hurt?”

What an absurd question. There was nothing in all of existence that didn’t hurt.

“Alright, now hold on tight,” he murmured, sliding his hands under her arms to lift her to her feet.

Water streamed from her body back into the tub, her stomach feeling as though it followed the same downward motion. Her legs wobbled, her grip on him tightening for stability. He waited until she steadied, his palms flat against her sides.

She glanced down at herself, being careful not to dislodge the towel folded atop her head. The lukewarm water had washed away most of the blood, but a significant amount remained, congealed and dried, between her legs and down the insides of her thighs.

The man knelt again, manoeuvring her so that both her hands rested firmly on his shoulders. With a hand supporting the back of her thigh, he lifted her leg and began cleaning her vulva. He seemed to have no reservations about a task so…delicate. The blood didn’t phase him either. He only muttered something about what an inconvenience menstruation must be during battle and the unfortunate choice of white uniform trousers.

Maybe he was a doctor.

She vaguely recalled that said trousers had been stuffed into a bag along with the rest of her clothes, presumably to be discarded.

She tried to tell him she wasn’t menstruating. She hadn’t, in almost three months. But speaking was difficult, and she decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Saying anything wouldn’t make a difference whatsoever.

Everything that mattered had been lost on either side of that broken gate to Shiganshina.

Everyone on that side of Shiganshina is dead.

That’s what they’d told her when she – a lone, badly injured scout – had challenged the retreating Cart Titan with a broken blade at the border of the city. The river’s current had carried her all the way there.

She wasn’t sure anymore who exactly had given her this information. Her thoughts were jumbled and muddy from all the chaos and drugs. There was the Cart Titan, and others. Traitors...

The Colossal Titan, she remembered. Berthold! That filthy lowlife of a traitor who had killed everyone in his devastating explosion. She would have been among them, had she not hurtled herself into the river, gear whirring at full speed.

She gazed down, swirls of brown and burgundy coiling around her knees where her legs disappeared beneath the murky water. Maybe it would have been better to die with them.

The thought felt oddly, comfortingly familiar.

When she had been scrubbed head to toe, the man straightened up and sighed as if he had just finished a long day of work at a desk.

He undid the towel on her head, using it to gently dry her hair and massage her scalp. Then he patted dry the rest of her body and helped her out of the tub, one leg at a time. He guided her by her right hand into the space that was the rest of the miserable dwelling.

The entire place was a square room with a crooked, boarded-up window beside the door, directly opposite the bathroom. There was a sink outside the bathroom, a mattress on the floor covered with a thin sheet, and a single rickety wooden chair. The rest of the furnishings, if you could call them that, were built into the walls like extensions of the building. There was a tall shelf and a counter about waist-high.

It was all so peculiar…and she just couldn’t bring herself to care.

She barely noticed him dressing her in a plain sleeveless shift. She only took note when he sat her on the trunk in which she’d been packed and began unwrapping her bandages, starting just below her elbow and working his way up. She flinched when he pulled on a section that had stuck to her skin.

His gaze flickered up to her face.

“Ah, apologies, Liebchen. I’m out of anaesthetics,” he said, cocking his head and reaching up to scratch his earlobe absentmindedly. “Be a brave girl for me, hm?”

He resumed the unwrapping, not expecting a response. This suited her just fine. She lost interest in what was being done to her, eyes glazing over as she stared into space.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

The change unsettled her.

He spoke often, right from the moment he had cracked open the lid of the trunk, going on about this and that. But he hadn’t tried to initiate conversation, never actually expected an answer from her. She wouldn’t have responded now, but some old part of her remained from a time when her name meant something – when declaring it meant claiming some power.

“M…”

She pressed her lips together to form the consonant, but they wobbled, unaccustomed to use.

“Mmm-” she tried again, the vibrations of the sound shaking her to the core and finally tipping her teetering body over the edge of nausea. She bent over, retching violently. Her stomach didn't have much to give, but bile splattered on the floor before her – and on his bare feet.

With a nonchalant sigh, he stood, fetching a mug and the towel he had just used on her from the bathroom. She panted and observed him as he moved, not rushing to clean up the mess but methodically wiping away the evidence of her sickness. His foot was lifted, inspected with a detached curiosity, then cleaned with the same painstaking precision.

"It really is quite something, isn't it?" he started, the silence broken once more with his rumbling baritone. "The human body, that is." His gaze remained on his task, fingers expertly swiping over the floor. "It’s such a complex and yet vulnerable thing. You, for example, are in the aftermath of a rather impressive display of resilience. Yet here we are, brought low by a simple biological response."

As he worked, he continued to chat away, his tone casual, as if they were merely two old friends catching up. The conversation remained decidedly one-sided, filled with his musings on the nature of humanity and the bitter-sweet paradoxes of life. He seemed entirely unbothered by the lack of response, perfectly content with the rhythm of his monologue in the background of his clean-up while she sat there, weak and broken.

"But I suppose that's just how things are, isn't it? We are always at the mercy of something, be it other people, circumstance, or even our own bodies. It’s a constant balance – the want to survive and the inevitability of our fragility."

Finally, the floor clean, he straightened. A casual glance in her direction was accompanied by a knowing smile. The towel he'd used to clean up her mess was rinsed, wrung out and hung up over the counter to dry. He returned to his earlier position in front of her. His tall, rugged form towered over her but not in a way that felt threatening. Despite everything, he was careful, almost reverential, as his fingers – dry and cool – worked gently on the dressing.

The bandages came away bit by bit, revealing angry burns and scorched flesh.

"Mmm," he hummed, more to himself than to her, dabbing at the worst of the burns with a clean, wet cloth. "These should have been attended to earlier. It seems I have a trip to make."

The observation was casual, almost conversational, but there was a calculated awareness in his eyes, an understanding of the predicament that lay beneath the seemingly offhand remark.

Throughout, his gaze would occasionally flicker to her, his eyes ever searching, but his touch remained unwaveringly gentle. "I'll need to head out soon. Get you some food and medicine. Painkillers. Ointments. Perhaps some fresh clothes." His voice had a velvety depth, a soothing counterpoint to the sharp sting of his ministrations. "We can’t have you staying in this state."

His words floated past her like wayward leaves on a stream, inconsequential and distant. She remained motionless, her gaze directed at the far corner of the room, unseeing. Her heart, mind, and body were cloaked in an impenetrable fog, only the occasional sharp tug on her wounds tethering her to reality.

He paused his task, looking up at her, his gaze focused and contemplative. "And, ah, sanitary items," he ventured. "You'll be needing those as well, won't you?"

The question accentuated the strange, invasive intimacy between them. But she simply shook her head, a feeble motion that hardly moved her. The hollowed-out shell of the woman she'd been managed to scrape together a faint whisper, "No."

She felt the momentary shift in pressure from where his hand held hers, a flash of something unidentifiable flitting across his features. Understanding? Pity? It was gone as soon as it came, his expression once again pleasantly, if unsuitably neutral behind his glasses.

“Alright,” was all he said, collecting the soiled dressing. The conversation was left to dwindle in the still air of the room, the silence wrapping around her once more like a blanket. Her response hung heavily in that silence, a harsh reminder of all that was lost.

#zeke jaeger #zeke yeager #zeke jaeger x oc #zeke x reader #aot #snk #attack on titan #levi ackerman #aot fanfiction #no y/n #original character #oc x canon #canon verse #canon compliant #yandere zeke #soft yandere #angst

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sapphireginger · 7 months

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High on Zipping into Love: Full Story

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Summary:

Stiles Stilinski is the owner and alpha of Howlin' Heights. The zip line park is one of the most popular attractions in the country.

Seems a man and his son agree. The son? So. Freaking. Adorable. The man? So. Freaking. Gorgeous. Stiles may be crushing. Too bad they'll be gone by the next day.

Or will they?

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#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #high on zipping into love #24/24 #fully posted #angst #fluff #alternate universe - human #zipline park owner stiles stilinski #single parent derek hale #single parent stiles stilinski #married sterek #olivia stilinski (oc)#zeke hale (oc)

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frickingnerd · 7 months

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zeke crushing on you

pairing: zeke x gn!reader

tags: slight angst, hurt/comfort

when you and zeke first meet, he has no recollection of who he even is

he's a blank slate, a person with no memories of their former life

he can't even remember the place he used to call home

and yet, when he looks at you, there is the warmth inside of him

despite zeke not having a place to call home anymore, that word gets a new meaning when he meets you

you are his home and when he didn't have one

around you, he feels so safe, knowing you would never lie to him or do anything that could hurt him

he feels accepted around you, like he can truly be himself

this feeling of warmth and comfort he has around you only grows over time and what started as a small crush becomes unbearable after some time

zeke's heart yearns for you! it pains him to be separated from you

he wants nothing more than to be with you for the rest of his days

he doesn't know if he has someone back where he came from who's waiting for him

but even so, he doubts that person could measure up to you…

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archduke-enver-gortash · 7 months

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shadowheart sticks with and tries to be there for zeke for quite a while during his old/new obsession with gortash in act 3, but i think deep down she knows that she lost him to gortash’s iron grip immediately on the evening after the coronation festivities—when gortash and zeke are having their first chess game after zeke’s disappearance. she tries to convince herself that the zeke she came to love is still there, but the absolute terror mixed with insane reverence and bloodlust in zeke’s flushed and utterly focused face tell her that the man she thought she loved was merely an incomplete shell of himself.

#zeke shart angst hhhhhhhhhhhhh #when she tries to interrupt them they both just completely don’t notice and ignore her for a couple minutes because of how engrossed they #were in each other #after a few minutes gortash basically tells her to fuck off in fancy politician speak without even looking at her. waves his hands like you #would to dismiss a lowly creature #and zeke just keeps ignoring her in his obsessive gortash tunnel vision #until she shakes him by his shoulder and he comes with her to leave for the elfsong #i’m so sorry sweetie you deserve better than this #zeke genuinely loves you as best as he can but there’s this evil old man he’s deeply interwoven with :/#gortash & zeke

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vante1920pm · 1 year

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──;; 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 ★☆

★ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i immediately fell in love with him the moment he popped up on screen

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

☆ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: being stalked ( and kind of harassed ) by takatora samura

☆ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: last boss/gn!reader

☆ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: stalking, harassment

☆ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱: no

- You first noticed him while meeting with a friend in a Café

You immediately recognized him, he was your neighbor. A quiet guy that you only saw occasionally.

You never had a conversation with him, but you noticed the glances, or more like, stares you got from him.

He was probably shy, that's what you thought.

You were out with your friend, just shit talking while drinking your favorite stuff.

You noticed him on the other side of the road, staring right into your eyes. He was just standing there, hands in his pocket, his back crouched, watching you.

You got goosebump when you met his eyes. They were wide open, as if he was confused or something. But they also had this weird glance in them.

You were sure you would avoid him in the future.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

- Watches you from his window

As if the Café situation wasn't enough, you saw him on the opposite of your house, watching you do your laundry from his window.

His apartment was right across from yours, letting you be able to see into his bedroom. But he also could look into yours...

Not rarely did you catch him there, staring at you while passing your window. It creeped you out, understandably.

You would just close the curtains, but you always still had this feeling of him watching you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

- Leaving you gifts outside your door

The first time you found something, you were surprised. You looked around, searching for whoever could've left this little box outside your door.

But after opening the present, it was painfully obvious. In there was a small plushy, holding a small heart, with a mini sword sticking in it.

Next to it was a note, only the letter T was written on it. But you already knew who this belonged to.

Takatora Samura.

You felt a heavy feeling on your shoulders, as if something was behind you. You turned around, facing your window, where the curtains were open.

And he was there. On the other side, watching you trough his own room, intensely staring at your form.

#── ›★ zekes aib headcanons #── ;; ( last boss ) 𓂃≛#── ;; ( takatora samura) 𓂃≛#alice in borderland #alice in boderland x reader #x reader #last boss #takatora samura #samura takatora #last boss x reader #angst #trigger warning #takatora samura x reader #aib #aib x reader #gn!reader #gn reader

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robosuta · 2 years

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I know the entire point of charts is to use diagrams to express things WITHOUT using words but oh well

#aot #attack on titan season 4 #jikupiku #zeke yaeger #pieck finger #zeke x pieck #they were my first brainrot in aot #the pinning the goofiness the drama the angst the sexiness they have it all #they are the weird friendly neighbours who have a pet monkey #my art

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anlian-aishang · 1 year

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SNK Men - Rebounding With You - Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Zeke

// snk x reader, angst turned fluff, allusions to smut, alcohol mention, food mention, hurt-comfort, modern AU, gn!reader. // while writing this, i listened to // read also: Rebounding After You

Eren

A messy bun. Freshly pierced gauges. All black - shoelaces to earrings. Clearly, he had been through something. The look in his emerald eyes warned others to stay away, but you were not like the others, not just another.

His outfit screamed don’t talk to me, but all you could think of was how much nicer he would look without it. Long swigs of his drink demanded his lips, you wondered how he would react if you threw his highball to the floor and put your mouth in its place. His hair was unkempt, tangled, yet you yearned to run your fingers through it. From across the bar, you eyed him up like a tiger would a steak, oblivious to the fact that he could tell you were.

Eren let you have your fun, but flashed you a side-eye and a smirk at just the right time. After a couple seconds of eye contact, you snapped out of your trance and shot your stare straight down. Fuck. Steel soled boots approaching, you knew it could only be one person. Fuck me! And when he cinched your chin between his fingers and drew your gaze to him, he knew it could only be one person. One person to lift him out from the rut he was in. One person who could overpower their taste even more than the alcohol. One person whose scent he not dare wash off his clothes.

He did not have to tell you what he was using you for. It was obvious each time he groaned against your neck, each time he flipped you on your knees and slammed into your furthest depths. After a few weeks, though, you began to question his intentions. More than just a one night stand? The toothbrush he bought you, your phone’s charger on his nightstand, they communicated the sentiment he would never say.

Armin

You had an educated guess. Over the days, his outfits so persistently ironed had grown increasingly wrinkled. In meetings, he was even quieter than usual. Times you expected him to speak up, his lips stayed shut. Topics that would normally enrapture him failed to draw even a sliver of attention. It was so obvious to you, but apparently not to anyone else.

Armin left the space with speed, but without any particular hurry. Not looking to socialize, but not looking for conversation, either. So swift, you could not keep up. When you instinctively reached and grabbed his shoulder, it startled you both, “A-Armin!”

He turned rapidly - not mad, just concerned. You could not remember exactly what you said, for you had wanted to say a lot of things. Out to lunch? Are you free? Come over some time? You’re single, right? Eventually, you stumbled your way to a new book you had been reading, one that made you think of him - no, not that - made you think he might like it. It was awkward, but you got there: a two-person book club, meeting every Friday afternoon.

And soon, he returned to the ironing board. He slicked his comb with gel and shined his shoes back up to standard. There was something - someone - to dress for again. Someone to be excited over. Someone to distract him from the past few miserable months. Someone who taught him how to love again - Friday by Friday.

Books turned to movies. Movies to dinners. Dinners to dates. The things that reminded him of his ex were overrun by reminders of you. As you grew closer, they grew further, until you were all he saw.

Jean

Jean startled when you hugged him, but hours later, he admitted it felt nice. Accidentally brushing against you on the sidewalk, guilt at first, gratitude to follow. When you leaned in, he widened his eyes, then closed them, telling himself just one kiss. Just until he got over it.

Your flirtation was not subtle, but he was happy to indulge. Each text sent and received alleviated some sting. Minutes with you were minutes he was free from his heartache. Every time and everywhere you touched him, you adhered a bandage to a scar left behind. Eventually, he was covered in band-aids, bound to fall off every now and then. He had always heard that one should not talk about an ex to their partner, but he had never been through a break-up like this. You had only been dating for a few weeks, but you could already tell that Jean wore it on his sleeves, he just couldn’t help himself.

When he started to open up, you let him. It was not that you tolerated it, but you yearned to learn all about him, even if it was about his former lover. Sometimes, he choked up when talking about them. Sometimes, he said good things about them. Most others would have told him to get over it, but that thought never came to your mind. Each time he appreciated them, it showed you how attentive he was. When tears fell, you understood how deeply he felt things. Maybe most would have found it scary, but you found the opposite scarier. If he was able to get over them quickly, how quickly could he get over you - god forbid - if the time came? He harbored no ill will towards his ex, not a spiteful bone in his body. Though the relationship had come to an abrupt end, his care was not so easily severed.

He was a good boy, now your boy. You were determined to show him how good you could be, too.

Levi

Relationships were foreign to him. Rebounds, even more so. On his balcony, cup of tea in hand, he overlooked the streets below, sipping and resigned to the fact that this just wasn’t for him. It was exactly what they had said when they left - they just weren’t for him. A deep inhale and slow exhale, chai steam evaporated, they were right, after all.

His friends, coworkers even, watched him go from stoic to saddened, irritable to impossible. For their own sake, they tried to set him up, but that only seemed to aggravate him all the more. He scolded them as he did himself, “Just face it, I already have too many idiots to deal with.”

Months and months dragged on, and everyone was beginning to believe he was damned to be a bachelor - him more than anyone. Not the typical playboy kind, but the kind who ate alone, kept to himself, and whose Friday nights were spent buying groceries and stopping at the local tea shop - their most loyal regular.

Which was why, when he forgot cash at the cash-only establishment, you subtly bagged his purchases and slid the paper bag across the counter. Flat brows to a rare arch, you stole the words out of his mouth, “No. I insist.”

Levi, still cold, attempted to snarl on his way out, but the light bell chime on the door and your warm smile in his wake melted his grunt to a soft sigh. Since that night, he found himself stopping by more often, always the weeknights that you worked. When closing time came around, he lingered and eventually offered to help. While mopping, you caught him swaying to your playlist. As you counted the till, he noticed the upward glances you snuck between bills.

To you, a fairy tale. To him, ridiculous. One fateful night, a torrential rainfall kept you both locked in. Just the two of you. You split stale pastries, invented new drinks, shared secrets, including that midnight kiss. Your lips tasted of matcha and powdered sugar, a taste he believed was right for him.

Erwin

A nice dinner. Too nice. Roses. Candlelight. A table with city views. Not a fold out of place, not a falter in his movements. Erwin spoke so politely, you wondered if he had rehearsed, or were you dreaming? The six-figure salaryman, you knew he would be professional, but this was suspiciously perfect. He acted as though there was a deal to be closed, an asset he desperately needed, one only you could provide.

You had no power over him, at least, not inherently. Tall, dark, handsome, what did he have to be afraid of? What could have gotten to him? Subtly, while he ate, you examined the man opposite you. Hair perfectly slickened. Tie fastened just right. Smartphone tucked neatly in his breastpocket. Funny, how it had not gone off the whole meal.

Wait. Wasn’t he a businessman? Where was his watch? Of all men to wear a watch, Erwin Smith should have been at the top of that list. An odd discomfort nicked you: seeing a dog without a collar, a fence with some knots undone. His keys. Two copies of the same keys? Seriously, who needs two mail keys? On the same ring, nonetheless.

He could sense it, your realization. He figured you would catch on eventually, that was why he picked you in the first place - a good head on your shoulders, one to catch his tells. A relationship freshly severed. You were the rebound. Your lips parted at the thought, but slowly grew content, a thankful smirk even. Whoever fucked up before you was to thank - having landed you a date with the sector’s wealthiest figure - on his best behavior.

It was then that you knew what you were and what you had. For him: a way to forget failed ventures. For you: a man of dreams wrapped around your finger.

Reiner

In his presence, your intentions were pure. A friend to him, that was what you were. A shoulder to cry on. Always available whenever he needed a night out, always picking up the phone and listening to his slurred words. A smile and a laugh the morning after. Wholesome you always pulled through.

At night, alone in bed, you could not tether your mind from its dirtier ideas. You wanted to slap away his stupid thoughts. Don’t you know they didn’t love you? They didn’t deserve you. Hell, you don’t deserve them! When you first kissed him, your tongue would wipe away their leftover taste. Before he could even begin a fresh start, your flavor would be down his throat.

You had been good friends since college, able to read each other effortlessly. Knowing he was finally single, though, made you blind to the fact that he suffered the same inner battle. Reiner had an appreciation for your platonic care, you had always made him laugh the most - far more than they ever did - no matter how down he was feeling. The teasing ruffle of his hair he needed. The punch on the arm. You provided it all, he loved it all.

After a few weeks, though, that was not what he craved. Your friendship had brought him back from the brink, but now, he wanted to feel high again. In daylight, you told him that he deserved to feel happy. At night, he heard you whisper that he deserved to feel good. Both of you were so opposite in sunlight and in moonlight, but thank god for twilight. Lunches together bled into evenings, and when you witnessed the other sides of each other, you both recognized that there was more to your days than friendship.

Zeke

Zeke got you with all the right things, all the words and actions that were textbook for starting a relationship. You had to admit, his skills were formidable, but he was no match for you - the first to see through his tactics.

You let him have his fun. The hard and fast kiss, the overnight, the seemingly mindless text exchanges. You knew you were more, though. You knew you were convincing him of it. You could tell he was learning. Kissing you, he felt compelled to take his time, to take breaths between, to decorate the spaces with words from the heart rather than a guidebook. Nights together no longer had one objective, but were eaten up by movies, take-out, and long talks. Texts became phone calls. Phone calls became face to face meetings, then dinners, then rooftop conversations.

Eventually, Zeke admitted that there had been someone not long before you. You put your arm around his back, nodded, and bit your lip - having figured that out from the start. He came clean with his intentions, that he did not go looking for someone to settle down with, but someone to help him get over them. Looking to you, uncharacteristic panic in his gaze, he said that he found both in you.

He expected you to leave him then, just as suddenly as they had, but unlike all the others - you managed to toss his surprises back at him. This time, you were the one to push your lips hastily to his. Shocked but swiftly, he wrapped his arms around you. His cheeks turned red, his hands began to shake, never had he felt this way about anyone before. In that way, you were his first. He prayed that breakup would be his last.

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