#attack on titan zeke

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Hi!! May I get some Zeke love through headcannons about him? 👉👈

+ boyfriend zeke jaeger headcanons +

zeke is infamously known for his snoring. he snores so loud, it’s terrifying sometimes.

he surprisingly loves to take pictures with you. he’ll always take a selfie with you. and he looks absolutely thrilled in each one.

he’s always losing his glasses. constantly. they’re also always in the most obvious places but he can never find them.

zeke hopes to one day have a son or even a daughter. he’s just excited to have kids and be a better father than his was.

he’s an avid water drinker. he always orders a water when you guys go out to eat.

his favorite season is probably spring. he hates the cold and the snow. you always have to drag him out if there’s snow on the ground.

^ but he looks sooo cute in a winter coat. and he has sensitive skin, so his cheeks always turn extra red when he’s cold.

i think that his love language would be parallel play. just doing your own thing separately but also together. a close second would be physical touch.

he can never stay awake to finish a movie, even if it was a movie he picked out. he also always eats most of the popcorn.

he’s an early riser. he won’t get up if it’s still dark, but if the suns up, he’s up. he likes to go for a bike ride in the morning or even a jog. but he’ll be back before you wake up.

zeke loves mimosas an unhealthy amount. he’s not really a fan of alcohol but if he drinks, he prefers to drink the expensive stuff. mimosas are the one exception. brunch is always interesting.

he doesn’t argue either. even if you’re wrong. this man doesn’t argue. he doesn’t want to yell at you and more or less, he doesn’t feel like it. he’ll just shut right up.

he’s not really a good cook. i mean, he’s not terrible. but he’s not good either. however, he makes some mean chocolate chip cookies. they’re a christmas favorite.

zeke’s incredibly smart. he’s always ten steps ahead of you. it is so annoying. you can never surprise him for birthdays or anniversaries because he figures it all out.

he’s kinda nosey…lives for the drama and gossip. wants to know everything about everyone. he’s like a sponge that absorbs information.

he’s the best listener. he listens so intensely to what you say. you never have to repeat yourself.

he gives incredibly hugs. like soul-crushing, lifting you off your feet hugs. he always makes you feel safe.

i hope you liked this! i’m so scared of writing zeke LOL

[delulu4anime]

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔗𝔬 𝔓𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔉𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫⇥ ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ’ꜱ ɢɪʀʟ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ⇥ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ!ᴢᴇᴋᴇ ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ x ᴛᴀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʀʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ⇥ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ x ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴜʟᴏɢʏ⇥ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴀ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴇɴᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ʟɪʙᴇʀɪᴏ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ʜᴇ’ᴅ ɢᴏ ᴀꜱ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢꜱ⇥ ᴀᴜ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ. ᴢᴇᴋᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴛʏ-ꜰɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ꜱɪx), ᴅᴏɢɢʏ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ᴍ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴘɪᴠ, ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ ꜱᴇx, ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ꜱᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ⇥ 1.8ᴋ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴍᴏɴ⇥ 🔞ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴇᴅ. ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ🔞-ɪ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ ʏᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴏᴛ. ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴢᴇᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪx ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴘᴀʀɪᴇᴛᴀʟ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ. ᴀᴍ ɪ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏᴍɴꜱ⇥ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏᴡɴ/ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ/ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ��ʀᴏᴜᴅ?/'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ

Professor Yeager had been teaching at Liberio University in the history department for nearly nineteen years and in that time he swore that autumn was the best season in his opinion. It was a time that he could take his different lectures he had throughout the day out for some fresh air; it was so crips that when he inhaled a deep breath he felt rejuvenated. His hot coffee, that he usually took black, somehow tasted so much better during this time of year. The leaves around campus were changing from green to different shades of oranges and yellows. This was also the time for students to start preparing for exams that were practically around the corner; usually Professor Yeager had his TA, Yelena, handle reviews while he focused on getting the materials ready for the exams. However, this was the first year he was going to be without Yelena due to her graduating several months before. He was happy to hear Yelena would be joining him in the history department as a fellow colleague rather than a TA that following year; yet that didn't solve the dilemma of being down a good TA. 

That was until you approached him with the application to become his TA around the same time Yelena was stepping down. He remembers seeing you in class and how you always seemed to be so fixated on every word that came from his mouth. It was no surprise when you passed his advanced class with flying colors. Professor Yeager knew having you as his TA would help him tremendously but he wasn't expecting you to be that helpful. It started with subtle touches when walking past one another in class or laughing well after office hours while you both graded papers. The little things like that led to kisses and him whispering how beautiful he thought you were. Which naturally led Professor Yeager to memorizing every scar, freckle, and stretch mark adorning your body. 

Learning how to make your body bend and mewl just the way he likes. He didn't care that there was a nineteen year age gap between you because your soul was so aligned with his he swore you were his soulmate. Your relationship was to be kept a secret because it was against the rules for a professor and their TA to have any kind of relationship outside a professional one. You could've transferred to a different professor but the idea of you being anywhere but his side made Professor Yeager him see red. No matter how many times he told himself he wouldn't become possessive of you each time together he got more and more attached. He had told you so many times to not get attached to him because you had your entire life ahead of you. He was a forty-five year old divorcé with nothing but you to look forward to while you still had the world at your fingertips. 

These were thoughts he didn't like to dwell too long on especially now that he was looking into those eyes he had become so fond of. Evening lecture had ended several hours before and with the cold no one wanted to stand outside his office waiting for the next student to leave so they could have their turn to speak to him during his office hours. His office door was closed and locked so there was no way either of you could be disturbed. He made sure the blinds were pulled down so no one could see what unholy transgressions were about to transpire. There was a record player in the corner of the room that played classical music every time he was in his office. It helped calm his mind when it seemed to run nonstop and he still had a long while to go before he was able to leave. It especially helps drown out the pretty noises he's able to pull from you.

    "On your knees." Professor Yeager commanded and you didn't hesitate to do so. Your eyes on him as he ran a thumb over your jawline at the same time his index rested under your chin. He hummed with fondness at seeing his obedient TA in front of him like this. "I want you to undo my belt now."

You reach up and run your fingertips over the material of his belt; the brown, smooth leather would feel so good against your skin. Another time perhaps. Your hands unzipped his slacks and slowly pull them down until the fabric hits the floor. His boxer followed after and the way his cock sprung up made your mouth water. Knowing that you were the one who got him like this gave you such an ego boost. You didn’t even wait for his next command as you were already lolling your tongue out and run it up along the vein that almost ran from the base to the tip. Your lips wrap around his head and you hum at the taste of his pre-cum already leaking out. He lets out a groan as he closes his eyes. 

His glasses slide down the bridge of his nose and he takes them off before tossing them on his desk. You look up at him as you slowly start to take more of him into your mouth. Inch by inch as you moved her tongue along him. He grunts as he reaches over to grab the pack in cigarettes on the edge of the table. He puts it between his lips as another grunt leaves his throat. Your steady pace and the way you moan around him feels heavenly. He grabs the lighter and manages to light the end despite how shaky his hands are. He tosses the lighter on his desk, with one hand moving to the back of your head and the other removing the cigarette from his lips; he tilts his head back and exhales the smoke.

"There's on two things that really calms me down after a stressful day. A cigarette. And this pretty.fucking.mouth." Professor Yeager grunted out as he bucked his hips with every word. 

You gaged around him as your eyes started to water already with the way his cock went down your throat.

"Aww c'mon love don't you want to make your professor proud?" He said in a condescending tone and patted your cheek. 

You whine around him as you keep your gaze on him. You blink the tears away as you start to bob your head up and down at a quicker pace. He takes drag after drag only to puff the smoke out like a train engine. It only proved that you were making him feel really good. 

"Fuck, love." Professor Yeager moans out. The hand on the back of your head digging into your scalp which caused you to moan around him.

The vibration of your moans and that look in your eyes nearly sent him over the edge. He suddenly pulled away from you which caused you to whine. You tried to follow him but he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look up at him.

"The only place I cum tonight is in that pretty pussy. Now be a good girl for me and bend over my desk." 

You practically teleported to his desk. Eager didn't even begin to cover how ready you were to be stuffed by him. You lay your hands flat against the glossy, walnut wood like he had instructed you to do so many times. The same u-shaped desk you had sat in front of for years as Professor Yeager reviewed different assignments with you. The same desk you sat behind as you helped him grade essays or exams. The same desk you were now bent over waiting to let him fuck you into the next lifetime. You feel him press against your ass as he leaned over you to put his cigarette out in the ashtray next to your hand and it sent a shiver down your spine. 

Your head already spinning with the idea of his cock being inside you; something you could shamelessly admit to have thought about countless times throughout the day. You feel him reach around and undo your jeans. With one swift motion your jeans and panties were around your ankles. You let out a soft moan as you felt his lips kiss up your calf’s, your thighs, and then your lower back before he stands to his full heigh behind you. 

"Such a good girl." Professor Yeager practically purred out.

You both moaned simultaneously when he suddenly slid inside of you. Despite taking him enough times to be use to it the stretch always seemed to catch you by surprise. You feel him grab your hips and slowly move in and out of you. You let out a soft moan that soon turned into something louder as he started to pick up the pace. Each thrust of his hips pushing you more into his desk. You shift and pull one of your legs out of your jeans so you can spread wider for him. He groans as he brings a hand down against your ass. 

His pace only increasing and the sound of skin against skin filled the room along with the classical music. You grab desperately at the edge of his desk as you press your cheek against the surface. Your eyes closed as he slams his hips against you at the pace that was starting to make you see stars. Zeke's grey eyes focused on the way your ass collides with his hips with each thrust.

"Fuck, you are taking me so good love," Zeke moans out as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back. "So proud of you."

It was those words alone that caused you to tighten around him. Hearing him say those words in that tone always got you. Your nails digging into the desk as you cry out in pleasure for him.

"L-Love you...l-love you so-" 

But before you could finish your sentence you felt Professor Yeager wrap his hand around your jaw and pulling you back against his chest. He crashed his lips against yours and you arched your back at such a delicious angle that Professor Yeager couldn't last much longer. He moaned your name against your lips and delivered one more harsh thrust that had both of you coming undone. There was a feeling that bubbled up in Professor Yeager as he softly peppered your face with kisses while you both came down from your highs. Maybe being in love with you wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe this time it could work out. 

"You keep talking like that and you'll turn me into a love sick fool. Might even give you my last name."

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2024 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋꜱ

ᴘᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ

[drunkcherrypie]

Daily monkey man problems

Original meme

Saw this and immediately thought about Zeke

[zekescherries]

zeke isn't a womanizer or a flirt, anything surrounding those things; he isn't. i'll happily die on this hill but i want to go more into depth.

first, we know zeke's backstory. we know he was an awkward kid and in one of my other analyses i said something along the lines of "zeke's awkwardness comes from isolation as a kid".

but, let's slow down. zeke in a romantic relationship depends on a lot of things, but mostly when that person meets him is obviously important. to make it easy lets just talk about adulthood.

zeke wouldn't approach anyone first, i highly doubt he would even know he found someone attractive until he's alone and it hits him; "hey, they're really cute." of course, for zeke it'll depend a lot more on emotional and mental aspects rather than physical ones.

zeke's self esteem is up for interpretation, at least imo. since he was raised to be a savior, but also i'm semi-sure he knows that people only want him because he is a savior, because he is a titan shifter, because he has status. zeke is never "zeke" in people's eyes. (i went more into depth on that on another analysis)

the way zeke acts is also a factor, a partner may think he's too brash or that he doesn't really have a filter with all his odd jokes. 💀

a potential partner will may also find zeke to be emotionally neglectful, why? because i really doubt zeke could be emotionally available after all the shit he's been through. he'd have to warm up and open up first before all that. which would probably take a good chuck on time.

i don't wanna ramble on inconsistently so i'll end this here.

[sneak-pieck]

Just making myself sad dw about it.

Has anyone ever thought about the whole Zeke and his euthanasia plan thing in a different manner? About how this poor boy grew into the man we get to see while constantly drilling into himself the knowledge that building a family is nothing short of pain, abandonment and disappointment. Passing through life, making sure he himself knew that he had no chance at a normal life. And I find that beyond sad, for I know he would have been a good father- given what he has been through. He would have made sure to never allow his child to feel as pressured into things as his father made him feel, and he would've done everything in his power so that said child would not feel unwanted- not even for a second.

I find it sad, because just like almost everyone we get to see, he did not have the chance to live a normal life. Knew damn well he would not be allowed to grow fond of people, to fall in love, to grow with someone in any manner other than a collegial one.

So yes, he was aware of what he was getting into, he was sure he wished to continue Tom Ksaver’s legacy and fulfill his vision, but what about what could’ve been? What about the life he might have had had he been allowed to grow like any normal child- What if in the back of his mind there is the tiniest of boxes that contains the smallest of wishes he had in this cruel life?

Becoming a father. Growing old by someone’s side, and watching as he broke the horrid chain Grisha had wrapped around his throat. Holding his newborn with a smile the sky and the sun and the whole world had never before seen- simply there...on his lips. Hearing his child’s laughter echo through the peaceful and safe home he’d created for his family. Watching it grow and mature and exhibit his and his partner’s behaviors. Something that would melt anyone’s heart. Seeing the innocent eyes of the beautiful life he’d brought into this world, unaffected by war and hate and pain and suffering.

Maybe in the couple of moments he had up there, attached to the reminder of his brother’s betrayal, he thought of that. Even if just for a split second, he thought… he wondered…and he remembered he was never meant to have a happy ending.

[zekesweetly]

His tiny little feet. I can't.

[viiper1]

Time travel

how would they react if they traveled back in time accidentally and meet their younger self.

Armin, eren, mikasa, Jean, Connie, zeke

-guys this too me so long to make I was originally gonna add more characters but I was too lazy also this is not proof read so sorry for any mistakes.

Anyway enjoy 💕

Armin Arlert:

Armin was at first super confused about where he is and how he got there and he was even more confused when he figured out that he was in shiganshina,

but his thoughts are quickly distracted when he sees a little blond boy sitting on the floor with his knees to his chest and his head hidden in his knees.

The little boy immediately remind Armin of his younger self. He walks up to him and kneels on one foot in front of him.

“Hey buddy, what’s wrong?” He asks and is surprised when he sees an identical copy of his younger self when the little boy looks up at him.

“…nothing really, just some boys being rude to me.”

Armin couldn’t belive it.

“Er- what’s your name?”

He asks almost immediately.

“Armin. What’s yours?” The little boy asks.

Armin figured out quite quickly what was going on. Somehow for some reason he was back in the past. And in-front of him, was his younger self.

“Is something the matter sir?” The little boy asked him, a bit confused.

“Uhm n-no. My name is…my name is a-alias.” He quickly came up with a name and seeing his younger self he smiled a little at the sight.

He sits beside him.

“It’s nice to meet you.” The young Armin said.

“It’s nice to meet you too, I hope you don’t let those mean boys get to you…in the far future things will be…much different.”

“I know, I don’t. They don’t even know me so everything they say about me is just…wrong.”

Armin smiles

“Yeah, right, don’t let them tell you otherwise.”

The little Armin look at him in a bit of a confused way.

“Erm I mean, it’ll pass…the bullying I mean. Just hold on a little longer. Things will change and you’ll see a lot of places.” He smiles

“Like you’ve always dreamed.”

“Really?!” The little Armin smiles brightly, his eyes sparkle with hope.

Armin nods

“A lot will happen but…just stay strong okay? Eventually everything will get better.”

“Eh…okay” little Armin found the man a bit strange but somehow trust worthy.

“Do you like books?” Little Armin suddenly asked and they proceeded to have quite a long conversation about some topics that Armin used to be really interested in.

After a while the sun was setting.

“It’s getting dark soon, you should go home. It’s dangerous for little boys at night.” Armin said.

Little Armin nodded and got up he was starting to make his way but turned around and thought about how unfortunate it was that they had to end the conversation but an idea crossed his mind.

“Would you like to walk me home?”

Armin was a bit surprised.

“It’s dangerous for little kids to walk home alone right?” Little Armin persisted.

During their long conversation, they had become kind of friends so Armin could not deny his request.

Armin got up and little Armin took his hand as they started to walk home.

On their way home they had a conversation about eren and mikasa, Little Armins two best friends.

And Armins best friends.

Armins heart felt a little heavy at the mention of eren.

A few meters away from little Armins home, Armin stoped.

Little Armin stoped mid sentence when he realized Armin stoped walking.

“What’s wrong? My house is right there.”

“Yes. I know, I have to go now though. You’re a big boy, you can walk alone from here on.”

“Oh…okay. Will I see you again? I really enjoyed our conversation.” He asked.

“…im not sure. Perhaps in the future.” Armin answered.

“Huh?”

“It was very nice meeting you Armin.”

He kneels down to be at eye height with him.

“Armin, be kind to yourself okay? Treat yourself with the same kindness and compassion as you do with your friends and family, it’s okay to be different.” Armin told his younger self as he said one last “goodbye” and left.

Little Armin was a bit confused but valued the mysterious mans advice. Helene walked to his door and his grandpa opened the door.

“Where have you been Armin?” His grandpa asked and Little Armin proceeded to tell him all about the new friend he made.

From a far, Armin had hid to watch, making sure he got to see his grandpa again for one last time, knowing that in his time line his grandpa is long gone.

Little Armin suddenly reminded something strange

‘how did that man know I wanted to see other places before I even told him about it?’

When little Armin walked into his house and his grandpa closed the door, Armin took a deep breath and turned around.

And suddenly he was back in his original timeline.

Armin had no idea why he traveled back or how but the first thing he did was visit erens grave.

Helene wanted to visits his grandpas grave too but There was no grave for his grandpa and even if there was it would’ve been empty.

Armin didn’t know if what he experienced was a ream or not, real or not he was glad it happened.

As he sits next to erens grave he sees something in the distance. Someone.

It looked like a woman with back hair and a pregnant belly.

Armin smiled at the sight of seeing his childhood friend mikasa.

Eren Yeager:

Eren had been busy the last few days while working on his plans and working with zeke. When he found himself in shiganshina and seeing younger eren running around in the distance he figured he accidentally somehow went into paths but when he tried to get back and it wasn’t working he quickly found out that he was in fact, not just in the paths.

While he wasn’t paying attention, little eren accidentally bumped into him.

“Oh, sorry sir, I didn’t see you.” Little eren said and that’s when eren knew for sure that he wasn’t just in paths. He wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not but he decided while he is here he might as well just watch. He innocently watched from the background as little eren played with mikasa and Armin. He watched as they played hide and seek and when it was little erens turn to look for his friends he stumbled upon eren again.

Eren thinks it’s a dream.

A very very realistic dream.

“Sir have you seen a blonde boy or a dark haired girl my age walk by? Have you seen them anywhere” He asked with a girn.

Eren couldn’t help but frown his eyebrows a little.

“I…I haven’t seen them in quite a while.” He responded without thinking.

“Hm?” Little eren was confused.

“Are you okay sir? What’s wrong with you?”

What WAS wrong with him?

“I’ve…-never mind. I need you to listen to me okay?” He said as he knelt down to be at eye level with his younger self.

“Huh?”

He wished he could tell him to listen to his heart more carefully, to not fear rejection and live his life with more joy but he doesn’t.

„Uh…be careful.“ Eren says.

“Uhm…okay. I’ll go now…bye.”

“Wait.”

Little eren turned around to face the man.

“Yes?”

“They went that way.” Eren said, pointing near the river where little Armin and little mikasa had run to before little eren stoped counting.

Little erens eyes sparkled and he gave Eren a big grin.

“Thanks sir! I appreciate it.”

He said before running off in that direction.

After a few minutes eren decided to take in the view and just walk around town, observing the people, the market, his old town, his old life.

When he decided it was enough he started to make his way to his old house. He still knew the way by heart, how could he ever forget?From afar he saw his mother doing the laundry at the roof top.

“Mom…I’m sorry.” He mumbled quietly under his breath.

“Who are you talking to?”

He suddenly heard a voice behind him.

When he turned around he saw little eren.

“Did you have a fight with your mom too? I had one this morning, it makes me really angry thinking about it!”

Eren was quiet, he didn’t know what to say.

A group of ravens flew above them.

Little eren thought that the man seemed a bit weird but perhaps he was just shy, he seemed upset earlier when he saw him.

“That’s my mom right there, even tho we fight sometimes I still love her. Look.”

He pulled out a beautiful flower. Eren remembered those flowers, they would only bloom at the edge of the walls for some reason. As if they thrived off of the idea of being closer to freedom.

“I plucked this for my mom and I’ll give it to her as an apology.”

It was actually armins idea, he persisted that eren does something as an apology, he kept going on about how if we only say sorry with our words over and over again it’ll seem not genuine and we should also show that we’re sorry not only say that we are.

Eren remembered that day, mikasa had helped him get that flower.

As little eren started at the man he held up the flower to him.

“You should take this. Give it your mom and apologize.”

“…my mother is dead.” Eren simply said

“Oh…” the little boy awkwardly lowered his flower and a feeling of discomfort washed over him as he perked up to his mom again.

“Be nicer to your mother, in the future she might not be there.” Eren said before turning around and leaving.

Little eren frowned.

‘My mom not being there in the future? No way! I won’t let that happen!’

He ran inside and onto the rooftop to his mom.

Eren felt guilty. But he knew it was for the best.

As eren was walking through the alleyways of shiganshina he suddenly found himself back in his timeline. With all the papers and maps in front of him, back to planing.

He convinced himself that he just fell asleep and continued on as nothing happened.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It had been a quite relaxed day for mikasa, well considering what she had been through a few years before, any day would be a „relaxed“ day compared to her old life.

Suddenly mikasa was somewhere else.

She found herself standing in the middle of shiganshina…with the walls still standing.

She was confused at first as she walked along the city alleys and streets.

After a while of walking she realized she was unintentionally walking towards her old home. Her very first home. Where she had lived with her mother and her father.

Mikasa was about to turn around and walk a different way when she suddenly spottet her mother bringing out the trash.

Was she dreaming? Could that be it?

As She watched from afar, a little girl suddenly came out from the house with a little paper coat in her hand. She made her way to the river close to their house.

Mikasa followed.

As mikasa was catching up to the little girl taht strangely looked identical to herself but younger, the little girl turned around and spottet her.

She weaved at her and mikasa weaved back.

„Hello, little girl. Can I ask what your name is?“

The little girl was a bit suspicious at first because she was thought not to talk to strangers but the women infront of her looked very pretty and trust worthy.

“My name is mikasa. You have very nice hair ma’am.”

“…thank you, you too.”

Mikasa sat next to little mikasa and watched her carefully put the boat into the river and they both watched it swing with the rivers stream.

It was peaceful, the birds were chirping and the sun was shining.

“Do you know how to make a flower crown? My mom taught me yesterday. I can teach you if you like?” Little mikasa said politely.

“…yeah I know how to. Would you like me to make you one?” Mikasa told the little girl.

“Sure, and I’ll make you one so we’re even!”

As they sat in the grass and made their flower crowns for one another, they didn’t speak much, whenever little mikasa asked a question mikasa would answer directly and not engage in further conversation, the same way around too.

Mikasa was just enjoying the moment, still thinking she was in a dream. When the sun was starting to set mikasa walked little mikasa home and at the door she said goodbye.

As mikasa was making her way back to the city she suddenly returned to her original time. She found herself in her home. And she never mentioned her “dream” to anyone else.

Jean Kirstein:

Jean was making his way out of their barracks, on his way to another meeting, he didn’t even remember what this meeting was for, there had been quiet a lot lately, but considering how we now had Marleyans and other foreign nations on our island it wasn’t ridiculous to hold such meetings.

Him and the rest of the survey corps entered the building, they were waiting in the corridor that lead to various rooms, including the meeting room. As They waited in the hallway untill it was time to go inside, Connie and Sasha were action like loud idiots. again. No actually they WERE loud idiots.

As Jean was about to turn to them to tell them to shut up he suddenly found himself in the middle of a thriving city.

People were buying vegetables and fruits on the market, men were loading heavy boxes into ships, little kids were playing in under the warm sun.

What…just happened? Wasn’t he just in the hallway…? Was he dreaming? But When did he fall asleep?

A little ball lightly hits his leg, he take the ball and looks at it, it seems a bit familiar but he can’t figure out from where he recognizes it.

“Hey can you pass me that.”

Jean hears a voice say from afar.

He looks up and sees a little boy weaving his hand. The little guy shared similar traits with him.

“Jeanboy come up for dinner in 10 minutes okay?” A woman from a window above them says.

They both look up and Jean can’t believe his eyes. Wasn’t that his mother?

“Ugh I know, You don’t have to remind me mom.”

The little boy answers with an annoyed expression.

No way. Could it be? He must be dreaming.

The little Jean walks over to him.

“Hey what’s wrong with you? That’s my ball…you’re not thinking of keeping it are you?!”

The little boy says with an angry expression.

Jean didn’t know what to do, or say.

“Er no…I wasn’t.” He says. “You uh, are you playing alone?” He asks. He didn’t know what he asked that.

“Huh?! So what if I am? Do you have a problem with that.” The little Jean replies, he seems to be embarrassed.

Jean didn’t have many friends growing up, as he looked at himself he kinda felt…pity.

“Do you wanna play with me?” Jean offers generously. He had a slight smile on his face.

“What the…? No! Im not gonna play with some old stranger. You’re probably a creep!”

Jeans eyebrows furrowed.

“You know you should really have more respect for the elder.”

“…can I have my ball back now please?”

The little Jean said, now a little more politely.

Jean sighed. He handed him the ball, he looked back up to the window where his mom was a few seconds ago.

“You…you can join me I guess.”

The little Jean said. He didn’t know why but he felt a sense of safety when he was with the older man.

“Come with me.” Little Jean said.

He looked to be around 8 or 9 years old or so.

Nostalgia pourd all over Jean as he was walking with his younger self. He remembered these times. Tho they might not have been ideal, they were peaceful. Back when everyone was unaware of the true dangers.

“Hey hurry” little Jean called and Jean walked a little faster to catch up.

In that moment a group of military police members walked by, they were laughing obnoxiously and joking around.

Little Jean did not seem to notice tho.

“Hey what’s your name by the way?”

Little Jean said.

“Wha- oh erm…je- jeas…on. Jeason.”

“My name is Jean. Nice to meet you jeason. I would have you know that I am pro athlete so prepare yourself to lose miserably.”

“Uh what?”

“Im very good at what I do. My mom sa- I mean I’ve been told that Im really good.” Little Jean said confidently as he positioned himself a few feet away from Jean.

Jean remembers all the praises he got from his mother when he was growing up, now he’ll get to see if he really was as good as she made it out to be.

“Alright, give it all you got kiddo.”

Jean prepared himself. He did remember himself to be quite good back then.

The ball was thrown. The ball flew. Aaand…Jean was disappointed.

The ball was incredibly easy to catch and the throw was terrible. Wow. His mother was an amazing liar.

“That was beginners luck!”

Little jean said. “Let me try again.”

Jean passed the ball to him and little Jean prepared for his next throw.

Aaaaand-

Nothing.

“Eh-…I- I let you win. How about you throw now, old man, I’ll show you what really made of!” Little Jean was radiating confidence and strength.

“Alright, get ready, champ.”

Jean threw the ball aaaaaand…yeah no still nothing.

How did he not catch that one? He even threw it lightly on purpose.

The next few rounds consisted of little Jean trying his hardest to land a point and Jean trying his best to make it easy from the little boy and to let him win.

“One more time. I almost had it!” Little Jean said determined.

“That’s enough for today, your mom’s waiting for you, little man.” Jean said as he walked up to him.

“Huh no it’s fine she can wait a little.”

Jean put a firm grip on little jeans shoulder.

“Go home.” He said, strict expression formed on his face as if he was telling his own kid what to do.

Little Jean was a little intimidated and took his ball. “Whatever.”

Jean walked little Jean, who was very grumpy, home.

In front of the door Jean stoped him.

“Be a little nicer to your mom will you?”

“Huhhh?!” Before little Jean could say anything, Jean walked away.

As he was walking through the alleyways of his city he still had that strong feeling of nostalgia, as he was turning a corner he suddenly fielt a hand on his shoulder, when he turned around he was back in that hallway.

“Come on man, stop dreaming, it’s staring.”

Connie.

He was…back. Was he ever gone?

A daydream…right. It must’ve been a daydream. Jean didn’t have time to think about it. With everything that was going on and that was about to happen there are much more important things to worry about.

No time to think. The others were all entering the meeting room already.

Better not make them wait…

Connie Springer:

It was late at night. Commander Levi had called the Levi squad for a quick meeting. He wasn’t listening. Even if he tried to he didn’t understand a lot, if it’s really that important he’d just ask Armin later to sum it up for him.

In a blink of an eye he was…standing in the middle of a village?

…not just any village, it was ragako, it was his village!

Yet the buildings seemed to be completely fine and there were people waking around, some of wich he faintly remembered.

What’s going on…? Was he dreaming or something. Maybe he fell asleep while that boring meeting.

A little boy bumped into him and landed on his butt.

“Are you oka…y“ Connie was socked. The guy looked…like him. Could it be…? No. There’s no way.

“Ouch” the little boy replied as he got up.

“Hey Have you seen two little kids sneaking around here somewhere? We’re playing hide and seek.” The little boy asked.

“Uh…no sorry.” Connie replied, he was still a bit confused as to how he got here in the first place.

“Are you okay? Are you lost? I haven’t seen you here often.” The little boy asked.

“I uhm…yeah. I think so.”

“Hmm…okay let’s make a deal! If you help me find my siblings I’ll help you get back!” The little boy smiled brightly.

Connie doubted that the little guy could help Connie get back to where he originally was but he went along with it anyway.

“Alright. What do they look like.”

“My Little Sisters has blonde hair and bangs, her name is sunny and my little brother has blonde hair and green eyes like mine. His name is Martin. They’re probably hiding together so it shouldn’t be that hard to find them but I’ve been looking for them for like half an hours now.”

Connie was shocked at the names and the memories they brought up.

“What…”

“What?” Little Connie replied in confusion.

“What’s your name?” Connie had a worried expression on his face.

“Connie. What’s yours?.”

No. Fucking. way.

It must be some sort of dream or…what if…he went back in time or some crazy shit.

“You’re not gonna believe this but. My name’s connie.”

“Woah no way.” Little Connie was surprised.

Suddenly a smile creeped up Connie’s lips. Now neat.

He got down on a knee and put his hands on little Connie’s shoulder.

“Connie. Im you. From the future.”

“Reallyyy?!” Little Connie was shocked. He wondered Was this really true?

“Wait so you must know where sunny and Martin are hiding! If I find them I’ll win the game and they owe me some pretty Pennie’s!” His eyes sparkled at the thought of winning.

“Eh…about that. I don’t really remember.”

“What?! Oh man…Okay okay. Tell me something about my future.” Little Connie seemed exited.

“…you meet some really great people.”

“Is that…all?”

“Don’t be so ungrateful! Let’s go find Martin and sunny.” Connie got up and him and little Connie looked around the village for a few moments.

Little Connie asked a lot of questions about his future life and future friends.

After about 10 minutes of searing the sun was setting. Pretty pink red and purple Colors intertwined into each other.

“Connie go home. You’re not gonna fine them. They probably went home already.” Connie spoke. Little Connie was still eager.

“No noo, we almost have them, I can feel their presence near!”

“Connie you lost. Let’s go.”

“Awe man.” Little Connie was disappointed as they walked home together.

At the front of their door, little Connie knocks on the door.

His mom comes out, a worried expression planted on her face. Sunny and Martin come out from behind her, giggling.

“Connie! Where have you been? Have you seen the time, I was worried!” His mom scolded him.

“I was looking for Martin and sunny.” Connie replied.

“You lost the game connie.” Sunny said with a smile.

“No, you cheated! I didn’t know you went home!” Little Connie defended himself.

At the sight of his family Connie felt uneasy.

Oh man… he felt his eyes tear up.

“Who’s that Connie?” His mom asked.

…

“I uhm…I walked him home. It’s dangerous for little kids at this hour.” Connie said looking away.

“Thank you a lot! Would you care to stay for a cup or tee?” His mom replied, a kind smile painted over her face.

“I uhm…I have to go. Im sorry mo- ma’am”

Connie quickly left before anyone could say anything.

Around the corner Connie collapsed on his knees. He missed his family. So, so fucking much.

Was this some sick and twisted joke?

How cruel. How unfair.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. Some part of him hoped to turn around and see his mother again but when he turned around he saw Jean.

“The meetings over. We can go to bed now. You okay?”

Perhaps he had lost most of his family, but at least he still had jean and Sasha.

“Yeah I’m fine. Let’s go to bed. I am so tiered.”

Perhaps it was all just a dream? He’ll never know. And he tried his best to forget about it and think of the things ahead.

Zeke Yeager:

Zeke was confused at first and also thought he might be in the paths by accident but he noticed some stares as he walked through Marley, he thought he might be imagining it so he didn’t think about it much but as he was walking he noticed a little blonde boy walking with his head down.

He looked so sad, it reminded zeke of himself. So much so that he stoped walking. The little boy accidentally walked into zeke and he looked up at him and apologized politely.

When he looked up zeke was in shock.

The little boy looked exactly like him, well…when he was younger he looked exactly like him.

The little boy found the man’s reaction a bit odd but he had a longs exhausting day so he just kept walking again.

„you can...see me?” zeke said.

He wasn’t sure why he said it,

perhaps it was because he was confused on why the little boy could see him and talk to him.

The little boy turned around with a slight confused expression.

“Uhm…yes?”

At this moment zeke tried to get out of the paths but he realized he couldn’t, because he wasn’t in the paths.

He figured that this was probably a dream.

And while he was here, he might as well enjoy the little break from his bussy life.

“Would you…uh, would you like to play catch?”

Zeke asked the little boy.

A sparkle lit up in the little boys eyes but he was a bit hesitant.

“I-…I don’t know, it’ll get late and I should get home-…and…”

“Come on, a little catch won’t hurt, will it?”

Zeke said.

“Okay.” The little boy said with a slight smile. He seems excited.

They went to a place that had a bit bigger space, and less people in the way.

As they started to throw that ball to each other zeke asked the boy

“What’s your name?”

“Im zeke, what’s yours?”

The ball fell to the floor, zeke was surprised. Something in him kind of knew that the little boy was him but he played it off as impossible. Now he knew for sure. He didn’t know why he was so surprised. It was a dream after all, right?

In dreams, the weirdest things are possible.

“Uhm…well this might be hard for you to believe but, my names zeke too.”

He said as he picked up the ball and threw it.

“What a coincidence.” Little zeke said with a smile on his face. It seems that he was just happy to be playing catch, even if the man he was playing with was a bit strange.

They played for almost two hours, throwing that ball over and over again, coming up with new rules and methods after it was getting too easy or too boring. They had a lot of fun and by the time they were done, the sun was already setting.

Zeke had caught the ball one last time. Little zeke was confused as to why he stoped throwing.

“It’s getting late. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“Hm? Oh…okay” he looked a bit hesitant, like he was disappointed to leave.

“Will we get to play again?” Little zeke asked.

“Hm?” The question caught Zeke by surprise

“Oh…I’m not sure we will, perhaps, maybe.”

“Oh…okay, I hope we do, you’re very good at playing catch.”

“…go home, your parents might worry.”

“Okay, bye sir!” Little zeke weaved with a big smile as we turned around, but he didn’t walk, he stoped and turned around again.

“Thank you for playing catch with me sir.”

That was the last thing little zeke said before he made his way home.

For a dream, this seemed so realistic, he thought. As zeke started to walk, he suddenly found himself back in the head quarters with the worrier unit.

Did he fall asleep? No…he doesn’t feel restet enough and…he could still feel the sensations of the ball on his hand. He took a good look at his hand as he remembered the feeling when suddenly picke came in the room.

“Hey, we’re waiting for you outside.”

“Right. Im coming.”

What a strange day.

Thank you for reading:)

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You move in with Zeke. what it's like/dealing with him/chaos.

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🔑 He asked you to move in, honestly he was waiting for you to just say yes.

🔑 He was so excited when you finally considered it. Literally tackled you to the floor in pure joy.

🔑 “Now I can have a roomie!”

🔑 “Zeke, I’m your girlfriend.”

🔑 “Girlfriend and roomie.” He’d say teasingly.

🔑 Now you can expect pancakes from him as he likes making breakfast since he believes it’s the most important meal of the day.

🔑 And you can best believe he puts blueberries in it.

🔑 You two have a debate about waffles or pancakes and it just never ends.

🔑 “Waffles are better because they have a crisp edge, plus you can divide them evenly.” You’d point out.

🔑 “Pancakes are soft and crispy on ed ages and they don’t need to respect math bc why would anyone share anything so good?!”

🔑 “Zeke, you’re being really dramatic.”

🔑 Likes to cook actually so you could find him in apron when you get home sometimes. And he's incredibly focused when he is cooking, dare you interrupt.

🔑 He’s even a bit of a barista and prefers he does it because he doesn’t trust you.

🔑 During breakfast, he sits across from you and he sparks up the weirdest convos.

🔑 Like whether you're his best friend or girlfriend it doesn’t matter to him 😂. I’ll provide and example or two:

🔑 “Is there a reason why your underwear is always mismatching?”

🔑 “Zeke, what kind of a question is that?”

🔑 “It’s just a question, I’ve never known a girl who did that until living with you.”

🔑 “How do you even know that?!—wait, you went through my drawer! You perv!” You’d get up about to hit him on his shoulder. (Not that it was painful)

🔑 “I didn’t I was just doing your laundry.”

🔑 “Why?”

🔑 “Because you were sick and I asked and you said I could. Remember?”

🔑 “That was a month ago why are you bringing it up?!”

🔑 “Because I’m curious! Why do you have mismatched underwear?”

🔑 “I don’t know, I just do.”

🔑 “Hmm I wonder what that says about a person, it sounds like you're still a kid at heart Y/n. I mean to own a pink bra but flower underwear that’s blue it’s obvious.”

🔑 “Shut up! Stop talking about my underwear! I’m moving out.”

🔑 You always say you’re moving out and he gets so dramatic about it.

🔑 “But why do you want to leave? I take care of you?!😭🥹 and what am I going to do without my girl”

🔑 “Hm, maybe that’ll teach you to not look at my underwear drawer.”

🔑 “I’ll only look at it a few times a year, I promise.”

🔑 “A few times a year, Zeke this is not negotiable.”

🔑 Overall you don’t ever actually leave.

🔑 He always gives you puppy dog eyes when you try to leave and it kinda works. Although you always stay because you care, but sometimes you like to mess with him.

🔑 In the morning he sometimes wakes up early for a morning jog/run and so he leaves you sticky notes on the fridge that let you know where he is and that he loves you. He even puts other notes like where food is or anything important.

🔑 Sometimes he has you tag along to jog with him, so yes he hauls you out of bed even when you’re half asleep.

🔑 “Hey, keep up.” He’d say looking find you a little far away because you’re walking slow.

🔑 “I can’t I'm so tired. Why do we have to jog so early?”

🔑 “It’s 8:30, it’s not that early..”

🔑 “To me it is, it was my day off couldn’t I just sleep?”

🔑 “Yeah, but this is good for us.” He’d say jogging slower so that you could catch up.

🔑 “Good for us? I can’t even walk anymore. How can you still jog?”

🔑 “Stamina baby, something you lack in more ways than one.��� He’d smirk.

🔑 “Shut up!”

🔑 At some point, he’d probably just give you a piggyback ride because you told him you were giving up.

🔑 I feel like he always sets up baths for you and he has so many bath bombs for you to chose from.

🔑 And probably has so many bath and body work lotions for you. Even for himself

🔑 And he puts candles and stuff there too.

🔑 Afterwords when you’re done showering he likes to massage your back and he’s pretty good at it.

🔑 Although you’re trying to not make any noise at the same time.

🔑 He likes to play board or card games with you.

🔑 And he gets so nerdy about games, especially the wizard ones lol.

🔑 He makes an arrangement for there to be a movie night every week. It mostly consists of mystery, horror and sci-fi, and a bit of philosophy.

🔑 Zeke likes making art so if you share the same interests you two sometimes make art on the weekends and enjoy doing that together.

🔑 When you come back from the store you challenge each other of who can carry more groceries. Or even when you come back from somewhere he races you to the house.

🔑 And you know damn well he’ll push you just to win.

🔑 He plays I Spy with you in the car.

🔑 “I spy with my little eyes something blue.” He’d say.

🔑 “The sky” you’d sarcastically answer.

🔑 “You are no fun.” He'd scoff, acting offended.

🔑 "Okay, my turn. I spy something green." You'd answer, bored out of your mind.

🔑 "Hmm, my eyes?" He'd ask.

🔑 "No, its the grass." You'd reply looking out the window.

🔑 "You're not supposed to tell me the answer"

🔑 "Sorry, you picked something easy so I thought I would pick something easy to." You'd shrug.

🔑 "Find I'll make it harder, I spy something red." He'd say with a mischvious grin.

🔑 "Why are you smiling like that?" You'd break out into a laugh, knowing he's up to something.

🔑 "Guess what it is."

🔑 "No, I don't--it better not be my bra." You'd say surprised

🔑 He'd look at you with a smirk before keeping his eyes on the road.

🔑 "Zeke!"

🔑 When you two are driving he will call shotgun and make you drive. He changes the song that you have on just to annoy you.

🔑 “Hey!” You’d look at him while he’s just laughing.

🔑 This causes you to change it back, kinda like in those movies when two people fight about a song.

🔑 Smokes outside the place bc you’d throw a fit at him for doing it elsewhere.

🔑 Likes to work on puzzles and crosswords for fun.

🔑 He even likes those brain teaser games.

🔑 In his spare time, you can find him doing that or he’s reading a book about useless knowledge.

🔑 I see that Zeke is able to paint really well so some of his works are up in your shared place.

🔑 Apart from this he is pretty fair and splits all work with you 50/50

🔑 Like he will do the laundry, he low key makes jokes saying that he enjoys it.

🔑 “I love doing your laundry.”

🔑 “No, you don’t.”

🔑 He’ll do anything he doesn’t mind.

🔑 Will drink with you to celebrate on occasion.

🔑 One thing he looks forward to when comes home from work is sitting down with you and watching a movie or having you listen to him go on about his theories while lying on your bed.

🔑 He likes doing skincare routines with you and talking about drama from work.

🔑 He'd even do things like read fortunes on cards. Or just read random facts and share them with you.

🔑 Or ask random questions.

🔑 He does this even when you both are going to bed.

🔑 You'll be resting trying to go to bed and he'll ask, "Can cows swim?" like that one meme, lol.

🔑 "Zeke, no of course not." You'd say, turning over on your side.

🔑 You'd end up looking it up with him 5 mins later tho.

🔑 likes to also do stretches before going to bed and will invite you to do it.

🔑 of course that can always lead in one of two ways. But for sure at one point his hands are going to be all over.

🔑 "You concentrate on your breathing." He'd point out.

🔑 "I would, if your hands would know their place." You'd laugh.

🔑 He tries to smoke after you two have had sex and you always catch him.

🔑 “Nah uh mister, outside.”

🔑 “I was trying to be the hot guy in those movies.” He’d defend making you roll your eyes and laugh.

🔑 “Uh huh, says that guy who tries to mimic poses of Renaissance paintings.”

🔑 “I’m flawless.”

🔑 You’d laugh, “Go outside, and come back when you're done.” You’d smile bringing him in for a kiss.

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[jjkeremika]

Hi, how you doing? I love how you write, so, csn iirequest some Zeke x fem!readerslight smut? Its been a while since i read something about him. Thank you ❤❤

hello, my friend ! thats so nice, thank you <3 you absolutely can request Zeke Jaeger x fem!reader light smut! i hope its okay.

here's what im thinking...

with Zeke, there's always some sort of implication. whether it be bland and simple, or soft and sexy--it was always there, hidden and exposed: a hanging question; an additional thread.

maybe it was in the look he cast you: stern apart from an insinuating brow; steely except in the swirling and suggestive whirlpools of his irises; stoic despite the flickering, mischievous fluorescent light off the glasses.

an unspoken suggestion revealed in the slightest twitch of his lip to an upward curve. in his lingering admiration.

"yn, shall we..." his deep voice was always steady and smooth, collected yet drawn out like an overplayed, hardy record. "move somewhere a little more..." his eyes ambitiously twinkled like the sun's reflection on wet snow. his tone intimately laced with an emotion no vernacular could relate. "comfortable?"

the expecting look, the feather touch of his cool fingertips against warmed skin, the soft sway of his beard as he spoke, as you couldn't take your eyes off his lips, as you swore he was leaning closer--as he tiptoed around the implication like an amateur intruder avoided spotlight.

imperfectly.

"like a couch?" a soft palm graced your exposed thigh, slid easily under the flimsy skirt fabric like it wasn't even there. he leaned close to your ear, the soft yet prickly facial hair barely brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck and cheek. "or maybe a bed?"

obviously.

Zeke pulled away slightly, allowed himself to indulge in the sight of your parted lips and astonished, accepting eyes. you stopped breathing as he hogged the hot air. your reflection boldly cast across the glasses. "just anywhere horizontal, really."

he smirked at your audible inhale, practically a choke. his hand twitched in a looming threat to tighten around the limb.

"why only horizontal?" you were capable of only shallow breaths, unsatisfactory to the indiscernible mess of emotions flooding your gut, caving into your pelvis. despite the intense blood flow, restrained the overbearing need to jump on him, you matched his locked gaze and managed out, "we can have fun vertically too."

you were entranced with the rapid dilation of his pupils, noticed the slight tension encompass his neck and shoulder muscles as he took a controlled breath.

the large hand stretched around your thigh and followed the natural curve, right to the intimate plush of a cheek that so easily contorted under his grip, so willingly accepted his outstretched palm.

the clasp of his fingernails into the fatty skin evoked a sharp exhale—distracted you long enough from preventing the air from desperately escaping captivity, from stopping Zeke from resting an arm against the wall and closing in.

he pounced at the opportunity, collapsed his forehead against yours and needily pressed his lips to yours. took advantage of your open mouth and dipped his tongue inside, licked around like collecting melting ice cream on a cone. dropped his second hand to your cheek, stepped in further and kept you close.

close enough to feel the heat radiating off his larger body, condensing into the tickling sweat along your hairline, seeping into the pounding vessels and arteries running through your body. close enough to feel his shoulders contorting over you, bending down to kiss you deeper. close enough to feel the solid, huge erection at your waist, to feel the throbbing pulse vibrate through the fabric against your abdomen.

Zeke’s second hand joined his other, quickly adapted to the home of your bum and suddenly swept you off the ground, roughly fell into the wall. you didn’t even notice the pain from the wall due to the adrenaline in your blood, because of the insistent grinding of your clothed clit against his hard erection as he rubbed you between himself and the paneling.

he kept his mouth on yours, swallowed every single gasp and sound like he was starved. muffled each moan like it was his dream occupation and he was gunning for a lucrative promotion.

your brain flicked through each feeling like a slideshow: the fondling and squeezing of his hands against your cheeks and upper thighs; the electricity and friction where your crotch met his; the sloppy and wet meshing of your lips with his; the cold and stubborn wall scratching against your hot and flexible spine.

the soft and quiet noises still flooded the room, concentrated into a building ringing in your ears deciphered into one simple word—easily summed up in a single desire. and with Zeke, it was always more. more and more and more.

[worlds-worst-ships]

Do you ship it? (What are you doing with the banana...? edition)

Context for anyone who has never watched jungle run:

Angel falls is a waterfall featured in the show.

Sid and Elvis throw coconuts at children like Zeke throws horses at scouts

[freya-fallen]

Zeke Yeager and the Scavenger Take 5

CWs: Manpilative Zeke Yeager, sugar daddy vibes, a bit of dirty talk and humiliation, dry humping, forced drinking, coerced kissing, coerced sharing (kissing)

word count: 817

Part 1 Part 4

It’s your first time meeting Zeke at night. He wants you to come to a bar with him, insists it’ll be fun. So, you put on a dark skirt and forest green blouse, both of which are a little more form fitting than you usual (especially now that you’re eating regularly) and make yourself look pretty.

Knowing your luck, Zeke will have you licking his boots in an alleyway in an hour, ruining the effort to look nice for him. Oh well.

“Hey, little mouse. Don’t you look pretty tonight.” 

Your steps stutter as your gaze rises from the sidewalk. There’s Zeke, handsome in slacks, button down, and sweater. Beside him are two other blond men— a shorter, younger one who might be a teen, and another who is big and tired.

“Hi.” He extends a hand and you tentatively take it, tugging you to his side.

“This is Reiner Braun,” Zeke says, “And Porco Galliard.” He introduces you shortly, and you’re rummaging through your memories for the names. They’re vaguely familiar, meaning they probably work under him. Porco Galliard eyes you with the keen interest of a young man, but Reiner Braun just nods dully. “Let’s get going, eh?”

It’s a dingy little bar he leads you to, not that you know much about the places. The few times you’ve been in one, you weren’t there to spend money. 

Zeke pulls you into a booth beside him, a hand sliding high on your covered thigh. He orders a pitcher of beer from the woman who stops by, who eyes you and the younger guy speculatively, but says nothing.

Zeke fills the glasses for himself and you. “Drink, baby.” He taps on the tankard. Obedient as usual, you begin to sip.

It’s decent enough beer and you haven’t eaten much the last day or so, so it goes to your hear much faster than before. 

Zeke’s hand is under your skirt and drawing little patterns on your skin. It feels nice, the way his big, warm hand encroaches on your flesh.

He tips your head and you watch in a daze as his lips dip to yours. His tongue sweeps through your mouth and you can taste the same beer on him. You moan.

“Did you bring us here to watch you makeout with your girlfriend?” gripes the younger guy.

Zeke pulls away to lip his spit-slick lips. “Jealous, Pock? You can have a taste if you want?”

Your head turns so fast you feel dizzy and you start to speak up, but his thumb grazes over your apex as his fingers squeeze the meat of your thigh. Instead, you bite your lip to hide a whimper.

Porco voices your concern instead. “Um, what?”

“I’m not a jealous guy. I’ll share.” Zeke gazes fondly down at you. “Go over and offer Pock a kiss, honey.”

You search for evidence he’s fucking with you, but he’s as serious as usual when he tells you what to do. You slip out of the booth and around the table, fidgeting awkwardly.

“Get on there with him,” Zeke gestures with a cigarette laden hand, but there’s not much room with both the younger men there. “On his lap, then.”

You clamber up, wondering why this Pock guy isn’t saying anything, isn’t fighting this. He’s stiff as you throw a leg over his. Your skirt rides up. You glance up to find his eyes glued to the line of your stocking across your thigh.

“What the hell, Zeke?” It’s Reiner who objects.

“You can get a kiss next. Now go on, sweetie.” 

It could be worse, you tell yourself as you lean over to kiss Porco. You could be forced on your knees right here and— you roll your hips and the blond beneath you moans. His hands go to your hips to continue moving them against him.

“You can touch her, Braun. She’s so soft and delicate. Oh, don’t give me that look. She’s well-paid for all she puts up with.” That seems to settle something in him.

Reiner watches your lips part from Porco’s. His tongue darts out, then he says almost as if afraid to speak, “Most of them won’t kiss on the mouth.”

“Don’t worry about that, kid,” Zeke replies, watching everything from his side of the table. The cherry of his cigarette and the light in his eyes both gleam in the smoky haze. “She’ll do what I tell her. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” You nod dumbly, your cheeks on fire. “Now, give Reiner a kiss, too.”

You lean over toward him, though Porco’s hands keep you firmly planted. Reiner meets you halfway, his lips desperate against yours, his voice a throaty groan of pleasure, like he’d a drowning man and you’re the only air he’ll breathe.

“Such a good girl,” Zeke coos. “My own dirty little whore.”

You couldn’t argue even if your mouth was free.

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[imcryingmissingmylover]

Eren: There are only three ways to do things: the right way, the wrong way and the Eren Yeager way.

Zeke: Isn’t that just the wrong way?

Eren: Yeah but it’s faster.

[sweetloleepop]

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒍𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒆𝒘, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆

Chapter 14: Aftermath

Synopsis: (Y/N)’s Saturday.

Pairings: Zeke Yeager/Reader, Erwin Smith/Reader, Erwin Smith/Marie

Tags: Modern AU, Arranged Marriage, Reader is kind of a dandere, Erwin Smith is mean, slow burn, infidelity

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Wordcount: 1.4k

Time seemed to have gone by painfully slow as (Y/N) finished dressing. She opted to wear a pair of jeans and a turtleneck to hide the marks that were left on her body. The marks, sigh. There too many of them: purples and red, big and small. She wondered if makeup could even do something about them, but she wouldn’t know unless she tried so she applied a generous amount of concealer on the hickeys that her clothes could barely cover.

After she got herself ready for the day, she went downstairs to prepare breakfast. God is she starving. After all, she hasn’t eat anything the night prior. All that she did was drank alcohol. Right, alcohol, the very thing that led her to engage in such activities. With a stranger, nonetheless.

(Y/N) sighed as she made her way down. “I’m so hungry, I can literally smell bacons. Oh, I am so gonna cook bacons today.” And on she went to the kitchen. And as soon as she step foot on the said place, her eyes widened as she gasped in surprise. ‘ERWIN!’

By the stove stood Erwin, cooking, well guess what? Bacons! And as if he heard (Y/N) call out to him, he turned around and looked at her in a rather serious expression. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” ‘Oh…’

“Uh- Good morning. I- I was just…” ‘I was just NOT expecting you to be here. At your house. Right, (Y/N) tell him that.’

“You were just…?” Erwin asked, lifting a prominent eyebrow at her.

“I was just not expecting to see you wearing sweatpants… I mean I’ve never seen you wear sweatpants before so I’m just kinda surprised… yeah…” (Y/N) said nervously.

Erwin hummed and turned his back on (Y/N), and after receiving no further response, she took a seat by the dinner table and waited patiently for Erwin to serve breakfast. A few minutes had passed before the food was finally served and (Y/N) eagerly yet gently took a generous amount of bacon from the serving plate and transferred it onto her own. Scrambled eggs and a fresh loaf of bread was also served on the dinner table, but (Y/N) was contented with bacons for now.

As she busied herself with satiating her hunger, Erwin cleared his throat and started a conversation, an action that was foreign to both him and (Y/N). “So, where have you been last night?” (Y/N) immediately froze upon hearing the question. Her eyes widened as her mind tried to come up with a believable answer in a span of mere seconds.

“Do you trust me?”

“Fuck, (Y/N)”

Countless thoughts and shameful memories filled her mind as she desperately tried to keep herself together. ‘Calm down, (Y/N) just- oh gosh’

“I’m proposing an open marriage”

‘Right, he did say that… but still, I have to think of something!’

“What do you mean?” Head slap.

There was a short pause as Erwin processed (Y/N)’s response. “I’m asking about your whereabouts last night. You weren’t here, and I know so because I slept on the living room and not a single soul had entered that door.” Erwin stated, his gaze not leaving the eggs and bacons on his plate.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. I- I spent the night at this place. It was a- uh. It was kind of a club, I guess… I mean, yeah, it was a club and I just kind of fell asleep there.”

“You went to a club last night?” Erwin asked, his eyes finally meeting hers.

“Well, yeah. I haven’t really gone to any club before so I figured it wouldn’t hurt for me to try.” (Y/N) answered rather sheepishly.

“Is that so? Huh.” Erwin replied, amusement evident in his tone.

The following minutes was spent in silence as the couple finished their meal. Erwin, after placing down his utensils, finished his glass of cold water. He sat there silent for a while before clearing his throat and speaking yet again. “There’s an upcoming charity event that we must attend to. Shareholders, other company owners, and possible stakeholders are going to be there, and since you are required to go with me, I am expecting you to be on your very best: best dress, best behavior, best hair, and just anything of the sorts. It’s an annual event so also keep in mind that we must attend to these every single year. And if I’m not mistaken, you have experienced attending such events, right?”

Silence

Erwin cleared his throat. Nothing. (Y/N) was frozen. She was just staring at her empty plate. After some time, Erwin once again, cleared his throat, but louder this time. (Y/N) gasp in surprise and looked at Erwin as she replied, “Yes, I have gone to charity events.”

Erwin looked at her with a suspecting gaze, his eyebrows furrowed. He wondered what was wrong. Today is very normal, except he went home earlier than usual. The house is still the same, nothing is out of place, everything is clean. (Y/N) is still her awkward self, but something in Erwin’s mind tells him that something is different, although he can’t quite point out what is.

“Very well then, I’ll send money to your account. Use it to buy everything you’d need for the event. We’ll leave on Wednesday. It’s a three-day stay and the event will be held on Friday night. Although I do have people that I need to meet on Thursday so I won’t be around much.” He replied as he shrugged off the weird feeling.

“A-alright. Thank you, I’ll immediately pack my essentials as soon as they’re complete.” (Y/N) replied in which Erwin nodded to.

After that, Erwin stood up and took his leave, leaving (Y/N) to clean up.

||

‘A charity event, huh?’ (Y/N) mused as she stared at the ceiling of the bathroom. She was sitting in the tub, letting herself relax as she gets herself ready for bed. The day went by rather fast after her conversation with Erwin. As per usual, he was inside his home office, a place that (Y/N) was not allowed to enter. He never directly told her but some time before he had implied it.

(Y/N) sighed as she sank deeper into the water. She closed her eyes as she thought about her interaction with Erwin earlier. It was a huge relief that he didn’t notice anything unusual, except for the fact that she didn’t went home last night.

She allowed her mind to wander off to more calming and relaxing things like ideas to what she might wear on the event; what the venue might look like; who might be the guests, and many more. Her body started to feel warm as her head felt lighter. (Y/N)’s finally relaxed. Until the door suddenly swung open-

(Y/N) yelped as her moment of relaxation was abruptly interrupted. She turned to the door and watched as Erwin, who was only wearing a towel, stepped inside the room. Her eyes widened as panic slowly crept its way into her, ‘What is he doing?? I am literally naked here!’

She subconsciously covered herself with her hands despite the bubbles that is already covering her bare body. ‘The marks!’ The thought of Erwin seeing them made her extremely anxious so (Y/N) checked and stared at herself for a second before looking back at Erwin again.

“I’m going to use the shower, there’s no need for you to panic like that.” Erwin stated as he started making his way to the shower.

After he entered, (Y/N) waited for him to switch the shower on before she slowly and carefully stepped out of the tub. She hurriedly wore her robe and took her towel before leaving the bathroom.

‘Geez, that was close.’ (Y/N) sighed as she made her way to her closet. She wore a pair of long-sleeved nightwear and proceeded to do her night routine. After she was done, she exited the closet and shut its door close.

The cold air coming from the airconditioner sent shivers down her damp body. (Y/N) hugged herself as she started walking towards the bed. It was already cold as she lay down beneath the thick blanket on Erwin’s bed. She tucked herself in tightly, basking in the warmth that the blanket has to give. Slowly, (Y/N) succumbed into slumber…

Meanwhile, inside the bathroom where Erwin bathes, the warm water from the shower continued to pour down on him as he allowed himself to think. Something is not right, he can feel it. The weird sensation of anxiety creeping up his stomach, making him feel uncomfortable. Urgh.

[zekescherries]

[lakestar45]

Why is his backstory so sad 😭😭😭😭