#I was not expecting attack on titan

[bilerthetired]

take a wild guess on what movie I just watched

[sshirakumo]

"Let's go, Eren."

"...Okay."

[480pfootage]

everyone loves bertholdt! happy birthday sweet prince

[2n1ghts]

❝let me take care of you, baby.❞ ❥︎ collegebf!eren x reader

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synopsis: it was nearing finals, and you avoided your boyfriend— eren—like the plague. and boy, was he was worried for you. your normally cheerful demeanor dwindled to something snarky, something avoidant. all you did nowadays was study till your brain rotted, and it made you a bitter person. he was waiting for the day you'd collapse, and the moment you did, it was worse than he expected. good thing he was there to take care of you. to pamper you because you were his baby.

*contains suggestive content!!

key: e/c -> eye color

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hey y'all!! 💌

again, not sure how the whole tumblr thing works. i'm experimenting and trying out writing for fun, so please be kind. i was pretty out of it when i wrote this, so ignore any typos or inconsistencies. also, bear with our y/n. she's crafted this way for a reason.

it's my first time writing a short fic/drabble, and i did this as more of an experiment. i welcome feedback but please be kind with your words. i am just learning and finding out what works for me.

anyways, hope you enjoy lovelies!

best,

~ nene

The past few weeks had been a living hell.

Not because of the finals nearing round the corner, or because of the two hours of sleep you were getting per night; not because of the crude professors who made it their life mission to assign a million projects when the quarter was about to end; not because of your parents who did not give two shits about your mental health.

It was the distance you were maintaining with Eren that made it the hardest.

He was worried for you. You could tell by the way his eyebrows would furrow when you would decline yet another plea to relax, or the way his eyes conceringly flitted to your scrunched posture whenever you'd cuss at yourself, or the way he would gently, tenderly... remove your hands that tended to roughly rake through your hair when anxious.

Your breaking point was nearing, and he was holding himself back from embracing you right then and there. He was not one to interfere, but he wanted to take care of you, to ease the burden off your shoulders and reassure you that your studying would amount to great achievements. But he didn't know how to reach you. You were so caught up in your bubble of self-sabotage and pressure that you shut the rest of the world out, including him.

But he didn't want to be "the rest of the world." He would wallow in your bubble too, only if you'd let him in.

"Fucking deratives will be the end of me," he heard you seethe from your position on his gaming chair. The both of you were currently cooped up in his room, with him scrolling through TikTok and occasionally glancing at you while you revised and revised till your eyes were sore.

Eren's roommate flew out, which left the place to himself. He lured you here stating it would be better to study at his place with "no distractions" compared to your apartment with Hitch, who was quite the gossip and hinderance.

As you highlighted yet another section, you felt his eyes raking down your figure.

You were engulfed in his oversized grey hoodie, wearing nothing but a flimsy cotton bra and matching underwear underneath. Your hair was messily thrown up in a bun, a few strands tickling your forehead here and there, to which you frustratedly blew from your periphery. Lilac crescents embedded themselves into your under-eyes, followed with bags entailing sleep deprivation. One bare leg was propped up as you rested your chin on your knee and swung the other absentmindedly.

If you didn't stop studying now, you'd collapse from exhaustion. Three hours had passed by nonstop. You hadn't even drank water.

"Y/n," he called out gently.

You ignored him, but he knew you heard him because of that cute forehead scrunch you just did.

"Y/n," he called, this time a bit louder. Once again, that damn scrunch, but no verbal acknowledgement.

"Y/n!" he tried for the third time. You furrowed your eyebrows, scowling. Your slender finger pressed into your plump lips, a gesture made to silence him.

Leaving his position on the bed, he strided over to you. He got onto his knees and gently took ahold of your meandering hands. The callus of his fingers felt textured against your knuckles.

"Why are you ignoring me, babe?"

"I'm not ignoring you," you replied, trying to refocus your attention on your migraine-inducing Calculus textbook. He tried not to flinch at you shutting him out for the nth time this week.

It hurt him whenever you tried drowning him out like he was a petty distraction.

Because he wasn't to be discarded. He was your boyfriend, and he promised to always be there for you, so why wouldn't you just confide in him?

"I called for you three times, Y/n," he stated calmly. Letting go of one of your hands, he gently drew circles on your knee with the pad of his thumb, hoping it'd soothe your nerves. Goosebumps littered your skin at the gesture.

"Can't you see I'm studying, Ren? I can't talk right now." Overstimulated and tired, you weren't in the mood to converse. In fact, you weren't in the mood to do anything. All you wanted to do was collapse onto your sheets and fall into a hundred-year slumber, but unfortunately, finals exist to give you enough of a reality check.

"You are working so hard, so take a break, please," he pleaded yet again.

He'd beg if it meant you'd prioritize your health. He cared more about you than his ego. That's why he always rebounded with a gentle demeanor, even if you were rude and snarky. He knew your brash attitude wasn't your fault. You just didn't function well under stress.

The unfiltered truth was, you weren't used to the princess treatment Eren offered. As a child, you had gotten used to your parents' nagging. Sleepless nights became routine if it meant you'd score straight A's. It had been like this all throughout high school.

Until you met Eren.

He prioritized you first, always, and taught you to do the same. It was sort of... a culture shock to you, a difficult adjustment. You needed time getting accustomed to this novel way of thinking, and luckily Eren was understanding.

Couldn't say your self-sabotage wasn't eating away at him, though.

"And you need to take a break from badgering me. I'm perfectly fine," you snarked. Your eyes broke contact with his, gaze landing once again on the textbook to your left.

Angling your chair, you turned your body away from him, trying to focus on the task at hand. You couldn't bear to look at him because you knew he was right. If you gave in, you would stop studying. If you stopped studying, you'd catastrophically fail, which could not happen.

With a frustrated sigh, Eren swiftly snagged your textbook and threw it behind him. It collided with the mattress with a large 'thud.' You gasped as he grabbed the edge of your chair, turning it towards him.

"You're not getting that textbook until you eat and drink something," he asserted, a layer of seriousness washing over his green eyes.

"What the hell, Eren? Give it back!" You shrieked.

"You heard the conditions."

"Eren, this is serious. I don't have time to play games right now. Please... give it back."

"Who said I'm playing games, Y/n? The only reason I'm doing this is because you're being negligent towards yourself."

"Okay, well that's my problem. Who are you to interfere?" You countered.

"Hey, I'm not trying to be your mom or anything. As your boyfriend, I care about you. It's just a glass of water and a snack, Y/n. Do it for yourself. You deserve a break."

You started panicking. An uneasy feeling sprawled up your stomach as your hands got clammy. "No! You don't understand."

"Then enlighten me, babe. I'm right here."

Rolling your eyes, you stood up from the chair, trying not to cringe at the weird noise emitted from the leather upon loss of contact with your skin. You reached forward to grab your textbook off the mattress, but Eren was faster. He took ahold of your wrist and lowered it.

You grunted in frustration. "I—I need to study, Ren. Badly. My career and future depend on it. These are hard subjects. I need hours and hours of studying to ace these exams. You don't get it."

He doesn't reply, continuing to look at you sternly and not budging. Your nerves were skyrocketing. What was his deal? This wasn't the time to be testing your patience. Plus, if he really cared, he'd understand your desperation.

"Okay, whatever sick fun you're trying to derive out of this isn't cool," you deadpanned.

You tried pulling your wrist out of his grip, but he required little to no effort to keep you at bay, simply planting his feet further into the ground when you tried shoving him. Your e/c-eyed stare pierced him like daggers, but his resolve was impenetrable.

God, what a stubborn fuck.

You continued wriggling and squirming to no avail. Your bottom lip began trembling. Liquid pooled at your lashline, threatening to moisten your cheeks with its salty trail.

You broke.

Sniffling, you shoved him repeatedly in the chest. "I hate you. I hate this. I fucking hate college and hate my parents and hate finals and hate this fucked up system that does nothing but capitalize on our stress and hate motherfucking Calculus and professor Ackerman and—"

Moist lips enclosed your own, trapping them tantalizingly. The kiss was brief and sweet. He used it as a way to tranquilize you, gently trapping both of your wrists with his one hand.

"Shh, just let me take care of you, baby," he rasped as he tenderly interlocked his arms under your legs, lifting and placing you on the bed. The mattress felt soft against your spine.

If pamper had a textbook definition, Eren's face would definitely appear in the margin.

[yutamayo]

But-

[magewritesstories]

me: who's the hottest character on attack on titan? my friend: easy, Levi me: wrong my friend: oh you like Eren more? me: wrong again my friend: *confused and hesitant* uuuhmm, Armin maybe? me: *incorrect buzzer sound* me: Wrong! It's Hange Zoe

beautiful, beautiful person look at my baby

[selene-moonie]

the creator of aot knew how to make war hit home.

talking about 150,000 people dead in a war makes it feel distant, but letting your viewer/reader get attached to a character and killing off their loved ones in the war hits much harder.

it's why we supported eren from the get-go. his mom was eaten by a titan. it would be reasonable for him to want them all dead.

but isayama kept doing it.

marco was so sweet. he was so supportive of jean. it was so messed up how we found out he was dead - in titan vomit. that hit home because what he'd told jean was true, that jean would make a great leader because of his quick thinking and ability to work with what he had. he was nice. i liked him. his death changed jean.

and then. you find out that reiner was the one who set up marco's death. years after marco's death, isayama has brought a war death home again. because he wasn't just titan food, his death was premeditated by one of their enemies.

and isayama did it with everyone, everywhere, all the time.

miche's death was so hard for me because he was this capable, amazing man with an insane sense of smell. and he shit himself before he died because the beast titan spoke.

that male soldier in the tower with reiner, bertie, historia and ymir - he wanted to drink the alcohol. the alcohol that historia didn't know she'd wasted on reiner's regenerative arm. that soldier died with no solace. it was just empty. a titan ate him. yeah he's a scout, but it was so fucking disgusting how it happened.

makes you think about how fucking disgusting war is.

[moonspirit]

When @annawayne decides to draw the most adorable Aruani ever, there are suddenly no more things such as bad vibes and low moods.

T_T look at them!!!! THE CUTEST!!!! DON'T YOU WANNA EAT THEM!!!!!!

[gimpyhair]

Levihan cats, but that scene

[justkillthetitan]

Armin telling Eren that they'll meet in hell when he dies during Destiel Nov 5th Eve is not something I could have ever predicted.

[millionsknives]

love & war & the sea in between

(rework of this piece from 2021)

[its-anime-zing]

2017:

"Why are there dinosaurs in the new Attack on Titan Opening?"

2024:

"Why are there titans in the new Black Butler Opening?"

😆😆

[storiesofaot]

I hadn't been aware of the fact that the outfit Hange is wearing in 3x01 were actually her pajamas!! 😍 Maybe it was obvious, since she was saying that the news about pastor Nick's death had reached her in the morning, I know, but I just didn't notice it!

To be honest, I had thought she was wearing some kind of lab coat underneath her jacket lol.

I love the fact that Hange doesn't waste any time to change her clothes - no, she just puts on her robe, her scouts jacket and rushes off! I also love that she's barefoot and only wearing slippers, she didn't even change into her boots 😆

Moblit is wearing his normal clothes, so I guess he was the one who went to her room, woke her up and told her the news? And at hearing the news Hange is so surprised and flustered that she simply throws over her dressing gown (it's a wonder she actually thought of it) and runs off. When I think about it, is probably Moblit who grabs her scout's jacket and forces her to put it on, to make her look a bit more adequate 😆

And that's the reason why her hair was open and not in a ponytail! (Guess we got a peek at Hange's bedhead here hehe)

Those little things always make me so happy, for I always wondered what Hange would wear when she sleeps, or what clothes she wears in her free time. 😍

[crazychaoticizzy]

My lovely friend made this

[aot-brainrot-my-beloved]

AOT Sexualities Headcanons (Part 1)

Since I have nothing better to do, here are my AOT characters' sexualities headcanons (it's my opinion, pls be nice, homophobes DNI)

Probably gonna do it in parts cause there are so many characters LMAO. Also, go and check out my previous [post] about it for context. So anyways without further ado

Part 1 - The Scouts under the cut

Eren - demiromantic demisexual

Eren doesn't usually fall for people and doesn't think about romance, but when he does, he falls hard. He doesn't care about gender, he just needs to feel a really close connection to someone to feel anything. Also, he's famously oblivious to flirtations towards him, which is a popular inside joke among Scouts.

Mikasa - unlabeled

She’s very much Erensexual and that’s it LMAO But jokes aside, she really doesn't care and doesn't see a reason in labeling herself (not that it's a bad thing, she just feels like no name would ever truly fit her). What matters to her are her feelings for Eren and all her closest friends and that's enough.

Armin - pansexual

He doesn’t mind in general but he has a problem recognizing his feelings as something more than a friendship or admiration. He acts friendly and normal and then BOOM, that one special spark and, out of nowhere he’s an awkward ball of fluff. I feel like he just wants someone to talk to about the ocean and who will make him feel seen and safe <3

Jean - (closeted) bisexual

Marco was totally his bisexual awakening. Even though he knows nobody in the Scout Regiment will judge him, he's still scared to come out and every time someone asks him, he's very defensive about being straight (nobody believes him) (just look at him, very much chaotic bisexual icon 💅)

Sasha - heteroromantic asexual

Probably an unpopular opinion but I really don’t see her being into girls. I feel like the Scouts were initially surprised about it after seeing her being so close with Mikasa, but they are just besties. She’s sex-repulsed but will laugh at Connie’s dirty jokes. She’s a hopeless romantic though. She and Connie are platonic soulmates <3

Connie - aromantic asexual ❤️

He never got the appeal of romance or sex, and when someone was flirting with him, he felt really uncomfortable. His friends (especially Sasha) have helped him understand and come to terms with his feelings. He's also sex-repulsed but that doesn��t stop him from telling dirty jokes to others. He and Sasha are platonic soulmates <3

Marco - gay

I have nothing else to say other than the fact that I could never see him in any other way. The gay vibes are very strong with this one (just look at how he looks at Jean!!!)

Ymir - lesbian

She knew she was "different" since she was young, but had to hide it very well. Time spent on Paradis with her friends was the best time in her life because she could finally be her authentic self, without having to deal with homophobia and all the religious trauma, but also because she met the love of her life!

Historia - lesbian

I feel like at first she thought she was straight and then she met Ymir and truly realized something about herself. After that, she was proud of her sexuality, until she became the queen and realized how important her role was. Pregnancy was a hard time for her, especially knowing that Ymir was gone. But to not make it too sad I like to think that her husband was an understanding guy and tried to help as much as he could, while still understanding that he will never be the one and only for her 💔

[allurenamin-moved]

i've held this off for quite some time and now my two cents are beginning to rust. but i really hope that, some day, we can all be creative again. and by "be creative", i really just mean writing the things that we truly want to write. there's nothing wrong with a written work being slightly similar to another (when written with pure intention, of course), nor is there anything wrong with not being able to write like shakespeare, because if that were the case, this community would be in shambles.

but i've noticed a pretty dull repetitiveness in popular fics, and it has now become increasingly obvious that majority of the posts dominating the tags were created for the sole purpose of being in that position. and i'm not saying that i blame anyone for that. everyone wants to be popular, no matter how much we deny it. but upon the recurring complaints of how nobody wants to read/write fluff anymore or how too many smutty stories these days lack plot and sensuality, there is a very obvious need to rectify those problems. and my suggestion is for everyone to start being creative again, as in write the things that are in our hearts, regardless of whether it's popular or not. because when you are passionate and genuine about something, a trope, genre or style (again, popular or not), believe me. it shows.

and i'm getting really sick and tired of people saying not to worry about notes as the final solution, because we all know that it fucking sucks when something that you've taken the time and care to make and share (rhyme unintended) gets thrown into the rough. you feel like you've wasted your time, and it frustrates you knowing that there is no way in hell you're going to get it back.

there was once a time on tumblr where, regardless of your follower count, regardless of how simple or complex your work was, regardless of how popular the trope was, almost every single fic had an equal chance of being noticed by masses. and that was only made possible by all of us allowing our fics to be noticeably unique in their own way.

so let's do that, please. let's not have shame in being unique.