#jean kirstein hc

[samubytheocean]

imagine hot summer days

It’s so hot, you imagine if it’s what it is like to be buried. You wonder if people will be able to smell the love of his gaze on you at this moment. You pray that they will.

Fluff, little something based on my previous post cuz I am a sucker for summer

Hot summers. The ac is broken with a week until the AS comes, so it’s a lazy afternoon on your bed, wearing the skimpiest tank and shorts, laying down flat with the fan on the highest setting. You’ve got a glass of ice linked between your arms, switching every now and then to keep both sides cool. It’s a pretty desperate attempt to stay sane in this burning weather, especially when you’ve got this furnace of a boy laying flat next to you.

He looks loopy as well, sweaty hair sticking to his slightly red face. You guys are sharing a pillow, the biggest form of intimacy you’ll allow at the moment, and his breath fans around the humid room across to your face, smelling like soap and wooden gym floor. It’s comforting. He’s comforting. The white sound of the fan and the occasional airplane noise is almost to lure you to sleep- maybe you’re passing out. You wouldn’t mind, you’re in the safest hands- until you feel hot fingertips feather on your stomach. You open your eyes and glance at the handsome boy, who’s still looking up at the ceiling with heavy eyelids, but pretty face barely holding back the smile. You softly snap the hand away.

“It’s hot.” You whisper.

“You’re hot.” He whispers back. You roll your eyes affectionately. You can’t tell if it’s the heat or he is actually blushing. Ever so charming. You hate that it works every time. You’re blushing.

“I really am. So please stay on your side of the bed.”

“Like this?” He leans over to you, the body clearly not touching, but you can feel the warmth radiate from him. Despite his cheeky teasing, you feel content. Your eyes soften. You feel held, and it’s something about summer that you love. You already felt like he was touching you- everywhere, so warm and hot and drowsy but oh so passionate. Yeah summer. Young, stupid love. But he’s yours, and he looks at you, your entire face.

His love is observing you. And torturing you with terrible lines, but his gaze dips you into something people will only call youth. And love. You memorize his scent. You know it will be held part of your own musk, for longer than you’ll live. You think about being buried under a willow tree. You pray that other lovers- in a hot summer day just like this- will catch the scent of this moment and pass it on. It’s the kind of moments you’ll write poetry about, and pray that people will read on your grave. You hope to live, to be recognized just as this moment, all down to the molecules. Not because he owns you- but you’ll be named after his love, for only he truly knows the symbols you speak.

“Yeah. Like that.”

“Sleepy?”

“A little.”

“I’ll wake you up when it gets a little cooler.”

You know he won’t. His big built body is getting warmer just like how it gets when he gets sleepy. You know he isn’t going to set that alarm. But you wouldn’t mind jerking up at 11 pm all in sweat and fake complaining to him for letting you two to miss an entire day. You wouldn’t mind his sleepy, firm and gentle hands pull you back into the bed. It’s just a day. It’s just a very hot summer day.

And honestly? You wouldn’t even mind missing a sweet little eternity if it’s with your boy.

OSAMU, AKAASHI, SUGAWARA, TSUKISHIMA, KUROO, KITA, IWAIZUMI

SUGURU, CHOSO

JEAN, EREN

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

I read your post on the insanely pretty cadet joining the training corps and I was wondering if you could do the boys’ reaction to her getting hit on or talking to someone they don’t want her talking to.

Love your work a lot and I’m sorry if I disturbed you! Have a good day :D

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a/n: thank you, you didn’t disturb me!

eren jaeger isn’t afraid to fight what he wants. so conveniently, every time you talk to somebody else, he allows randomly appears. the guy that’s hitting on you gets sick and tired of him always showing up when he’s making a move. he gives eren some snide comment and it’s over. eren beats the shit out of him in the dining hall.

armin arlert’s pretty confident in his chances with you. sure, he gets a little annoyed when he sees some meathead trying to compare hand sizes with you but he’s not so insecure to keep you away from him. with words of encouragement from mikasa, he musters up the nerve to make his move directly in front of the other guy. of course, he stuttered a bit.

jean kirstein’s quick to tell you that you shouldn’t waste your time talking to that other guy. he gives you about ten over-confidently reasons on why he’s no good for you. he says something like, “i just don’t think he’s your type, that’s all.”

connie springer flirts shamelessly with you all the time but it never stops any of the other cadets from approaching you. realizing most people don’t see him as a threat, he just decides to weird them out in any way he can to get them to stay away from you two.

reiner braun is pretty good at scaring unwanted men off. the people who aren’t his friends are terrified of him, mainly because of how tall and strong he is. he’s like your personal body guard. but really, he’s all bark and no bite. he pouts after he scares them away from you.

bertholdt hoover watches silently when all the guys swoon over you. he’s so jealous but he’ll never admit it. his friends tease him about not doing anything about it but he’s never been the violent type. he doesn’t want to control you. but he replays beating them up over and over again in his head.

levi ackerman totally makes whoever hits you on run until sunset or takes away meal privileges. he’s abusing his power when it comes to you but he doesn’t bat an eye. you’re too important to him. he can’t stand those other lowlifes trying to taint you.

erwin smith always calls you into his office after he sees you getting too close with another comrade. he questions about the nature of your interactions and reminds you that you shouldn’t be focusing on romance, instead the world at hand. he knows you can’t help how good you look but damn, it pisses him off.

this is the link for my slowburn enemies-friends-lovers jean fic

[jeinity]

❣︎ʕ•𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐒/𝐎 𝐇𝐂𝐒•ʔ❣︎

𝐀/𝐍 : 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 "𝒜𝓃𝓉𝒾 ℛℴ𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸" 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!

ꨄ︎ They have literally loved you since your first time meeting each other. Always able to be anywhere for you.

ꨄ︎ Tells you all the time that meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to them.

ꨄ︎ Hates being anywhere you are not, and will insist on staying by your side all the time.

ꨄ︎ If you two are separated for too long, they with have withdrawals and worry about you 25/8.

ꨄ︎ When you start dating, they take it upon themselves to make sure that you two are always together by whatever means needed.

ꨄ︎ Will never deny you cuddles or kisses.

ꨄ︎ Love's cuddling you while sleeping. (Will throw a mini fit if you stop cuddling them while sleeping)

ꨄ︎ Needs you for validation, for literally everything.

ꨄ︎ Physical contact is obviously a must! Always holding your hand in public, loves helping you wash your hair, and always has a hand on you while sitting, etc.

ꨄ︎ Loves loves loves giving you well needed massages after a long day.

ꨄ︎ Love's caressing your body, doing your hair, and helping you get dressed.

ꨄ︎ Cooks for you when they can (All the time) And they always make sure that you are fed and never hungry.

ꨄ︎ Makes sure to call you several times throughout the day. Messages you non-stop, whether you're at work or out with friends. (they wanna make sure that you're safe!!)

ꨄ︎ They expect you to answer their calls and messages, no matter the situation you're in.

ꨄ︎ Panics when you take longer than usual to respond to them.

ꨄ︎ Get jealous easily, especially when it has to do with your friends or hanging out with them.

𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢, 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐡𝐮𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐢, 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐢, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧, 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐞, 𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨 (𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩), 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

[this-is-krikkit]

headcanons: snk characters at a metal concert

(+ unsollicited biased opinions on them)

Mikasa: glares at anyone who touches eren, which means everyone in this context. subsequently, everyone has a crush on her (she doesn't notice, bless her)

Armin: *indistinct yelling* you might think he's terrified, but actually he's singing along. repressed goth/secret metalhead Armin my beloved don't even @ me

Eren: tried to start a wall of death before the band even got on stage. will get thrown out by security during the first song, because of course he will

Erwin: accidently ends up crowdsurfing, yells "ONWARDS!" and ends up near the stage in record time. the singer lets him up and goes "damn can you join our band?" but joke's on them, they're his band now and he's the new leader

Hange: pogoes enthusiastically without having a clue what's going on, falls at least 3 times bc they're going counter clockwise in the circling pit, somehow doesn't die

Levi: keeps getting dragged out of the pit by tank-like well-meaning fans who think he's a lost child, when really, he's the reason behind Hange not dying in there (also dw, he snatched their glasses ten seconds in, they're safe)

Bertholdt: boy's got a pink wig on and has been instructed to stay still as he's the designated meeting point for everyone else in the crowd (curse of being tall, i don't make the rules hon)

Reiner: remember that tank like fan from before? that's his kind, picking up confused/hurt/anxious-looking people out of the too violent crowd movement... that he started himself

Annie: told everyone she was staying at home. is actually right against the front barriers, enjoying the show without having to socialize. antisocial queen

Sacha: missed most of the concert because she was eating on the sidelines + frantically trying to get a hold of Connie who was supposed to get here hours ago

Connie: missed all of the concert because he got the date wrong, is currently having the best nap of his life. a bummer, but good for you buddy get that rest

Jean: got in a fight with Eren during the first chorus because one shoved the other.... in a mosh pit, during a metal concert. (they're getting thrown out together. idiots.)

[capricornlevi]

(wc 759)

"you're gonna make me look good?"

jean's question is delivered with that annoying crooked smile, his jersey hugging tight across his chest as he stands with his hands clasped behind his back. he arches an eyebrow expectantly as you fiddle with the camera, trying to fix the settings that seem to have adjusted themselves without your knowledge.

as captain of the soccer team, he's the last player whose picture you need to capture for the college yearbook, and also as the captain, he brings with him an exceptionally smug but annoyingly charming aura that threatens to penetrate your stony resolve.

no, you force yourself to keep a straight face, it's bad enough that you got roped into this gig for free as a favour to your professor, you don't need to start stretching out these interactions any longer.

at that, you set the camera back on the tripod and lean closer, making sure the framing is right.

"okay, smile?" you say, halfway between an instruction and a question.

"i am smiling," he retorts instantly.

"smile ... i don't know, properly."

he winces with mock offence, screwing up whatever hope you had of getting the picture in one shot and finishing up for the day.

"properly?" he queries incredulously.

you sigh, closing your eyes so you don't roll them.

"professionally, then. formally. whatever what you want to do it."

"not open to me doing a silly one?"

"i'll give you one guess on that."

in the viewfinder you see jean's face twist back into that now-familiar smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, the light brown of his hair contrasting again the royal blue of the drape behind him.

(the hall of the gym isn't the best place to set up an impromptu photo studio, but you found an old team flag bundled up in a supply cupboard that made for a decent background)

"okay, okay, i'll be professional. showing my leadership qualities, and so on."

"great," you say flatly, focusing the camera.

"really demonstrating my abilities to represent the school."

"sounds good."

"recording this moment for future generations to come, a piece of living history--"

"do you ever stop talking?"

your interruption was intended to throw him off his tangent, hopefully to buy enough time for you to actually get the picture, but all it does is make him throw his head back with a laugh.

"i can if you want me to."

"if you wouldn't mind," you mumble, feeling a slight pang of guilt at how hard you came in when he's clearly just trying to lighten the mood.

still, you've been here since seven this morning -- soccer practice is early early, you've discovered -- and all you want in the world is to make your way home to collapse back into bed.

"ok, i'll shut up for a minute. if you can answer something for me first."

you take a steadying breath, temper starting to simmer. "what is it?"

"can you actually tell me if i look good?"

against all odds, he shocks you out of your sullen silence.

you pull away from focusing at the camera display to stare wordlessly at jean, the seriousness of the question still pinging around in your head.

he's flirting, obviously, but the question was delivered with sincerity.

"meaning?" you ask. no harm in clarifying, plus you're not entirely sure if he's looking for an ego boost or just asking whether his jersey is too wrinkled or his hair out of place.

"do i look good?"

you swallow thickly, avoiding the temptation to give him a once over. "you look fine."

"fine won't make the history books," he objects; again, with a hint of earnestness that you could find amusing in another setting.

"whatever. you look good, then."

"hair okay?"

"it's a mullet, so --"

he clutches his chest as if wounded, fully grinning now. "no cheap shots at the mullet while I'm in such a vulnerable position, im begging you."

again, your curiosity forces you to engage.

"vulnerable how?"

still smiling, eyes fixed on you, he answers.

"well, talking to a pretty girl, for one thing. secondly, pretty sure she's sworn off soccer players for good after this morning, so ... uphill battle, and all that. plus ive had a crush on her since she was selected as photographer for the championship final last year, so even more's at stake, y'know."

you pause. no words leave you, nothing even resembling a response. you're sure your mouth has actually dropped open.

brow arched again, jean tilts his head forward expectantly.

"aren't you gonna take the picture?"

[theragethatisdesire]

hello, me again 🙋‍♀️ not an anon but here to bother you on your fight 🥰

can you tell me what you think the boys would be like if they were jealous? any and all boys i just wanna hear ur thoughts

TIFF I DRAFTED THIS WHOLE THING OUT ON THE PLANE ON MY POS PHONE AND THEN IT NEVER POSTED. i literally JUST noticed and i am so frustrated, i'm sorry i literally didn't even realize!! but i never tire of talking about our boys so pls enjoy <3333

nsfw below the cut; jean, eren, and levi included

Eren

so eren to me is sort of a cocky little shit, but he's also a brat

if you're talking to a guy in the bar a little too much, eren's 100% charging right up to interrupt the conversation, throw his arm around your shoulders, figure out exactly what's going on here

but honestly? i think eren knows how much you love him and doesn't worry about you being attracted to others, he's just demanding when it comes to your attention

what makes him really jealous is when you start reading game of thrones alongside armin, and while eren's not unfamiliar with the premise of the books, he never could have imagined how intricate they are

intricate enough for you to be glued to your novel and your phone intermittently, surfacing from the pages with a squeal "oh my god i HAVE to text armin!" "armin's going to freak out!"

before he knows it, he's coming home to find you and armin, annotated novels spread on the coffee table, debating character arcs and laughing over funny moments

it confuses him at first. you love him, and he loves that you're friends with his friends, would never try to deny you a meaningful friendship, he knows that's all it is

eren's not a reader. too time consuming, too slow. but he wants to make your eyes light up like that, wants to hear you ramble on and on about your theories

he tries to get you into his story-based video games, but all he gets is a polite level of interest

when you finally confront him about acting like a fucking weirdo every time armin gets brought up, eren confesses, and it breaks your heart

"i mean, i know i'm not as smart as you or armin, but we could find something like that to do together, right? you just seem so into it..."

when you show him the tv show, eren's immediately hooked, and you stay up together for weeks on end binging it, eren watching you explain the differences between book and show with hearts in his eyes <333

Jean

jean is an egotistical maniac, you know it, he knows it

as your boyfriend, jean's never going to be one to throw a fit over the attention you get in the bar, in fact, he encourages it

it gets him off knowing that you're the girl everyone wants, that no one can take their eyes off of, and that you're going to go home with him and beg for him to fuck you

but if you're not his girlfriend? completely different story

when his roommate, eren, brings home his new girlfriend, jean is shocked

you're so...sweet. polite, beautiful, funny. what are you doing with eren? and not him?

jean has a case of the roommates-hot-girlfriend-itis, and he's got it bad

before he knows it, he's setting his alarm early, padding out into the kitchen where he knows you'll be making your coffee before work while eren snores in the other room

he's not shy about it either, openly flirting with you, teasing you about your messy hair, your tiny sleep shorts

he loves the way you blush when he says "you cold or something?", glancing meaningfully at your peaked nipples showing through your tank top

but you never falter, your eyes are only for eren. it drives jean insane.

he's going to the gym every day now, trying to work off this excess anger trying to get bigger and stronger so you can't help but notice him

he'd never admit it, but he listens in on you and eren late at night, imagining your breathy moans are for him

when he finds a pair of your panties in the dryer, he pockets them, treasures them

and when he finds you at a coffee shop in tears, a breakup text from eren on your phone? he has to hide his grin

jean may be a bad friend, but he'll make a great rebound

Levi

you're levi's, but he knows you're not supposed to be

he's still your captain, your immediate superior, and while that's exceedingly hot in the sheets, it's stifling outside the walls of your bedroom

he can't help but glance at you longingly across the cafeteria, watch your nose scrunch in that cute way it does when you laugh and when you cum

and when you brush a hand absentmindedly against miche's? bat your eyes up at hange, make them blush? levi knows you're doing it on purpose

he knows you well enough to know you can't help but antagonize him

he knows you belong to him, and you know you belong to him, but they can't know, and that's the problem. levi can't claim you in public, so he has to overcompensate when you finally sneak into his quarters at the end of the day, twiddling your fingers in anticipation

"can't believe you," he huffs, bending you over his desk, "thought i trained you better than that"

he did, you both know it, but you're a greedy, insatiable little thing, and you're good at riling levi up to get what you want

"don't know what you're-- ah! what you're talking about" you lie, gasping when he lands a sharp smack to your clit

"of course you do, you fucking brat," levi's not feeling as playful as you were earlier today, the hot lick of envy at the top of his throat "making those fuck me eyes at erwin earlier? you wanted me to see you, didn't you? whoring yourself out like you're not going to be begging me to let you cum later?"

your response is muffled by your panties in your mouth

"no excuses. beg all you want, but the only way this cunt-- my cunt-- is cumming tonight is if you admit it. admit you're mine, admit you can't get off with anyone else. you're mine."

and oh, do you cave. you're babbling apologies into the fabric in no time, tears streaming down your face

and once you're both shaking and spent, levi pulls you into his arms, cuddles you against his chest

he can't claim you in public, not as things stand with you on his squad, but for now, having you curled against him will have to be enough

THIS WAS SUCH A BLAST thanks for submitting tiff all my love <3

[hearts4jean]

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- jean - lipstick - aot verse -

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Jean would spoil you a lot like hes the boyfriend/husband ever like how couldn’t he, he loves you too much. Hes aware that you're not very fond of lipstick other than wearing it for specific occasions as you dont believe it looks very flattering on you; but let me tell you this mf has definitely giggled and blushed at the thought of you in a sheer darkish red lip. He would've bought a whole set of lipsticks at Marley while working as a spy, and kept them with him this whole time and promised himself to give it to you if you guys survived. (think those really pretty golden case lipsticks from the 50s shehhrbddh)

His selection process would be merely based off the analogy of: If you kissed him on the cheek, and the lipstick will visibly transfer and really noticeable, it’s perfect. He loves making it known that he is yours and let everyone know that you’ve been kissing him prior (and to also rub in the fact to reiner that hes in a relationship and hes not). He decides to give them to you on the day you were all getting your photos taken for the history books as ambassadors. Initially, you try to turn them down, not because you hate them but because they seem so elegant and seem fit for a person who is much more put together; given the golden casing of the cosmetics and high quality.

Jean insists and sits you down at a nearby stool/arm chair, kneels in front of you and grabs a shade out of the collection he has been longing to see you in. The box of lipsticks have been with him for so long, giving him time to decide which one he thinks you would look best in. He would do the thing where he holds your chin gently and applies said lipstick onto your lips. When the application is complete, he gives you a small smile as you laugh together. When you guys walk in where everyone else is as they have been all waiting for the both of you, attention is instantly drawn to the dark red on Jean’s cheek and dark red stain on his white collar (how did that get there !!)

This observation is self explanatory as the same hue of red was painted on your lips. Connie being the hype man that he is instantly runs up to Jean, slapping him on the back in a joking sense "Jean-Boy's all grown up aren’tcha!”, showing that regardless of the atrocities you all have seen, Connie is still able to keep up at that funny supportive composure alongside Jean.

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[shikiii-skadi]

What is their handwriting like?

INCLUDES: eren jäger, mikasa ackermann, armin arlert, historia reiss, jean kirstein, annie leonheart, levi ackermann, hanji zoe, erwin smith, pieck finger

WARNINGS: none

NAVIGATION: Attack on Titan Masterlist

Eren Jäger:

4/10 - your average "boy handwriting". It is not pretty, but you are able to read it. Most of the time at least. Makes spelling and grammar mistakes more often than others.

Mikasa Ackermann:

7/10- like everything that Mikasa is doing, her handwriting too is straight to the point. No fancy letters or bows. Just pure neat writing. Has average grammar.

Armin Arlert:

9/10 - very pretty handwriting. It's easy to read. Armin always pays attention to grammar and spelling.

Historia Reiss:

10/10 - not only easy to read but also very fancy. She writes with lots of bows and such, but it's like still easy to make out the words. Her grammar is pretty good as well.

Jean Kirstein:

7/10 - actually has a pretty nice handwriting. He is good at drawing so his hand movement has the perfect momentum when writing. Has average grammar. And you know that Jean would never let Eren live down that his handwriting is prettier than his.

Annie Leonheart:

3/10 - not a nice handwriting. You are not able to read most of it and it doesn't look pretty. But Annie makes spelling and grammar mistakes only sometimes.

Hanji Zoe:

1/10 - not pretty at all. Hanji is a fast writer because she fears she will lose all the thoughts she has if she doesn't write them down as fast as possible. Doesn't look at spelling at all. Sometimes she will begin a sentence but doesn't finish it and instead, it's fused with the next sentence, because her thoughts come faster than her hand can write.

Levi Ackermann:

0/10 - not readable at all. Levi was illiterate for most of his life, so writing isn't easy for him. He puts too much pressure on the tip of the quill causing lots of ink to always spill on the paper. Makes a lot of spelling mistakes and in general writes letters wrong sometimes, for example writing them mirror-inverted or forgetting things.

Erwin Smith:

10/10 - easy to read and nice to look at. Erwin can write fast and it will still look pretty. He is used to writing fast, because of all the paperwork he has to do as commander. Also makes spelling and grammar mistakes only very rarely.

Pieck Finger:

6/10 - her handwriting looks very pretty from a distance but as soon as you try to actually read what she has written down, it's kinda difficult to make out the words and letters. Has average grammar.

[drainsdorm]

thinking about bf!jean kirstein fixing his hair for an ungodly amount of time — desperately wanting to impress you even though he already does — just for him to end up a whole bumbling mess when you get your hands on him

[samubytheocean]

And I’ll watch

You watch him forget you like you’d watch him breathe, because that’s young love in the real world. Someone falls out.

Just angst

The thing about heartbreak, it’s not like in the movies, the songs, or the books. No crying out in the rain at 3am, no the-other-girl in his phone, no unsent letters, nothing really. Young love, and how it ends is surprisingly more simple than you’d expect. Or even want. That’s what kills you.

Good people fall out of love. No one writes about that.

No one writes about how instinctively, you just know that you’re the one who loves more in the relationship. The gaps between the texts that keeps you waiting- with that nervous faint smile friends would quietly notice it’s anxiety. The dates where the excited words you’re rushing out just seems to be heard, not listen to. And you catch yourself making excuses for it, because maybe he’s just tired right? You’re just so glad to finally see him, for him to finally make time for you, so you just smile through the empty void seeping through your significant other’s face.

You’re not sure what is more painful- having known how radiantly gentle he is when he is in love, so how can you not tell how he is falling out of it, or having to push even that aside, because God knows you can’t address that now. Your gut tells you to just ignore the upcoming unavoidable conversation, push even your feelings aside. You know you can’t walk away. As much as you would have laughed at being in a position like this, the heart wants what it wants.

The heart wants what used to be yours.

There’s nothing left to do. And you’d give anything to have that last fierce argument, because you know he wouldn’t fight for anything now. Your boy, as brutal it is but somehow still at this moment your man, is falling out of love with you. And you can’t do anything but watch. Watch him not ask to switch places walking down the street. Listen to his familiar voice ask to leave the restaurant early.

And fucking hell, love is what makes you glad for that chance. That chance of being near him for just one more day. For being able to go to sleep with that empty I-love-you text, all too well knowing how can someone love without aching to know about your day?

Yet you’ll watch him fall out of love. Because that’s how young love ends. It’s a lot more quiet. It’s a lot more empty.

And that’s what kills you.

AKAASHI, OSAMU, IWAIZMUMI, KITA, DAICHI, YAMAGUCHI (I’m going to sob), SAKUSA

GETO, okay kill me but YUUJI

JEAN, LEVI

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

PLEASE write about Jean seeing you for the first time in four years 😭. Like you got taken by Reiner or something and when they attacked you went and found him. PLEASE THIS WOULD BE SO COOL!!

at last

pairing: jean kirstein x f!reader

word count: 1.2k +

tw: kidnapping, cursing, angst,

a/n: wow! this is a lil emotional! i hope you love it like i do. also, this isn't proof read.

it'd been four years. it'd been four whole years since you felt the company of your comrades, no, your friends. the day you were taken still burned sharply in the back of your mind, replaying on an endless loop, constantly reminding you of the last day you were happy. there was no forgetting the devastated looks, their faces twisting and contorting with fear. the sounds of their panicked shouts fading into the distance. the most haunting thing of all your brain tortured you with was the feeling of jean's fingertips slipping away from yours.

things like that weren't so easily forgotten, especially from the confinement of your cell. at the end of the day, you were grateful. you were grateful to still have your life, no matter how miserable it might have been. the cell you stayed in was dim, cold and all too quiet. it was the perfect breeding ground for your trauma, festering day and night. of course, there was a time you weren't as grateful; you'd rather have died then reside in marley for whatever time you might have had left. you were angry. you were angry at reiner, at marley, at the scouts for not being successful in their attempts to rescue you. there was fear residing there, too. were your friends alive? where was eren? did they know what you knew? did they know about the cruelty of the world?

eventually, reiner became somebody different. you no longer saw him as the traitor as he once was. you grew to understand him, your resentment eventually fading away. he'd come down most days and visit you. he taught you a lot of things about marley and about paradis. reiner would tell you about the world away from your cell, about things that were happening outside.

the day came where reiner told you that willy tybur, an eldian noble, was going to declare war on your homeland. he seemed remorseful to be telling you this. you screamed at him, begging him to interfere all while reminding him he was once a soldier, too. he ignored your pleas and left you a pacing mess in your cell.

not long after reiner's disappearance, a blond male soldier stopped by your cell. the soldier said nothing as he fumbled around in his pockets before pulling out a set of keys. he unlocked the door as you asked a thousand questions, raising your voice with each word. he said nothing. like reiner, he left without a word.

the sound of eren's titan echoed through the air, shaking the ceiling and causing bits of rock to fall. you thought you were hallucinating, your brain playing another sick trick on you. you heard it again with booms following right behind it. praying on the chance it was real, that eren was really here, your legs took off, your calves burning with each swift movement.

above ground was a nightmare coming to life. the sky was dark. there were no stars to see, the only light from the raging fires. the attack titan's silhouette was visible, muscles rippling as he pounded another titan. there were so many emotions running through the track of your mind but there was one thought that stood out apart from the rest.

if eren was here, were the scouts here too?

then, you heard it. the unmistakable sound of odm gear being launched through the air. anxiety brewed deep within you, letting you know this might be your one chance to go home, begging you to not let it slip away the way jean had let you. tilting your head up to the sky, you saw them. the scouts, in a different uniform than you remembered, were zipping through the air with utter grace. they were angels compared to the relentless war behind them. you wanted to cheer; your saviors were here, at last. you opened your mouth, filling your diaphragm with all the air it would let you and you screamed. you screamed as loud as you could.

"help! it's me, (y/n)!" it was the only thing that came to your mind. you thought your efforts were useless, barely being able to hear yourself over the screams of men, women, and children. the fight between of titans covering up your futile attempts at a rescue. you were about to yell again when you felt an arm snake around you.

the air was cold, an unwelcoming breeze, as you flew through the air with an unknown liberator. your eyes closed as the harsh wind hit them. you'd long forgotten what it was like to be a scout. once being able to zip effortlessly through your environment, you found yourself taken back. the arm on your waist was warm and you reveled in the heat, despite the chilled air around you.

your flight came to an end and only then did you open your eyes. with wide eyes, you blinked, taking in your surroundings. you were on a rooftop now. you centered your eyes in front of you.

"(y/n?)" his voice is choked, barely getting through your name.

jean kirstein.

tears brimming in your eyes like a dam threatening to break, you had let out a guttural cry. the next word out of your mouth was much softer than the sound you'd just made. "jean." you whisper. jean didn't move as water collected in his eyes, spilling over and running down his face. "jean." he nodded his head, at a loss of words. his mouth opened but only the sound of war was heard. jean shook his head and lunged forward, engulfing you in an embrace you thought you'd never feel again.

jean's shoulders were shaking with sobs and the battle behind was long forgotten. jean was no longer a soldier; he was healing. the wounds you'd left had never closed. they were deep gashes all over his body, aching to feel you, to hear you at any given moment. with a single embrace, he felt them closing.

his palm cradled the back of your head, the other wrapped around the entirety of your back. there was nothing said here as you two breathed each other in, finding the love that was once lost with each breath. jean's voice was quiet in your ears.

"i'm sorry," his breath was warm as it poured over the side of your neck. "i'm sorry." jean repeated.

you found it within you to pull away from his arms. you could see him now. you could really see him now. you could see how the four years had hardened him. the only thing that was the same was his eyes. it was the same way he had looked at you back then. his eyebrows twitch with concern, awaiting your next word, scanning your face for a hint.

your mouth fell open, desperately begging you to say something, to say anything at all. the sound of your cry was barely heard over the explosions of thunderspears; your tongue failing you with words once again.

"i know, baby."

you rushed forward, meeting him once again in an embrace. your head became wet with his tears as yours dampened his neck. jean's arms tightened as he let out a shaky breath. "i'm here, baby. you're here with me, at last."

my jean fic 🤍

[rivangel]

aot characters' response to a (concerned) 'are you okay?'

Levi: ? ...You’re nosy today😐It’s annoying, so go bother someone else. *leaves in any way possible*

Erwin: *suffering turmoil that would end most men* Yes, why do you ask?☺️

Hange: *laughs* Who cares about silly things like that?? There's work to do :D

Eren: Screw off, you're not my mom🤨

Mikasa: Huh? Yeah sure. (more flustered than anything because no one ever asks)

Armin: Yeah! I mean... it's nothing important haha. (vents if provoked)

Jean: Huh? Why the hell wouldn’t I be? …There’s just no need to act so serious.

Sasha: What gave you that idea??😅I’m good!

Reiner: Yeah, why?😎

Reiner (s4): Yeah. (One more word away from breakdown)

Annie: 😐…😒 *Leaves in any way possible*

Pieck: Nothing a nap can’t solve☺️

Zeke: Okay? Haha, the world is my oyster XDD What’s there to feel not-okay about? How about you lighten up?

[madewithspice]

AOT Ship Dynamics

Just an idea I had after all the boy talk we had. I didn’t have in mind that the ships are romantic. They can be if you want but can also be platonic.

Credits to @leecheedoodles for the drawings. I hope you don’t mind me using these.

Enjoy! - Kiki.

[this-is-krikkit]

🤘 SNK characters & their fave metal subgenre 🎶

as requested by the lovely Val @youre-ackermine

Mikasa: black metal. she knows every single word of every single most satanic-ritual-like song out there, that she sings with the straightest, bitchiest of resting faces. an Icon (a scary one) ex: 𝕮𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕱𝖎𝖑𝖙𝖍

Armin: i'm sorry, but i'm not sorry, he's a metalcore babe. LISTEN. he's a freak, ok? he just hides it well, that's all. ex: LANDMVRKS

Eren: power/heavy metal. that boy is angry and LOUD about it, and has never met an epic musical call to violence he didn't love! ex: 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰

Erwin: symphonic/melodic metal, sweetheart got a Classical Music Education he can't quite shake. (there are better examples for this style out there but i love these guys so i put them here!) ex: DARK TRANQUILITY

Hange: folk metal 100%!! metal from all over the world with unusual instruments and techniques for the genre, either from their own culture or others, they're just really hungry for any band that thinks outside the classic "four/five white guys in a garage" box! ex: 𝖚𝖚𝖍𝖆𝖎

Levi: proper thrash metal fan, i feel like he'd love the switch between powerful riffs/quieter rhythms with full on singing and guitar solos. might seem basic, but he knows all of the classics down to the pieces only hardcore fans have ever listened to, and even if he's open to newer stuff, nothing hits like old fashioned metal for him. ex: METALLICA

Bertholdt: rap metal, because he's a whole other kind of freak, isn't he?? don't you dare undermine "non-pure" metal subgenres in his presence because he will lose his usually collected shit. ex: 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙

Reiner: alternative metal, kind of mainstream except he's truly feeling those angsty lyrics deep inside. just. let him book a therapist appointment pls?? ex: AVENGED SEVENFOLD

Annie: whatever the fuck babymetal does, that unexpected crossover between j-pop and heavy metal but she's kind of closeted about it because yk, it doesn't say Tough Girl (hopefully there are better examples of that style out there that i don't know about bc the concept is fascinating but bm live aren't... great) ex: 🪽BABYMETAL🪽

Sasha: stoner metal ftw!! she's all about those Vibes where the crowd is usually swaying more than fighting (she doesn't like pogo), plus the melodies remind her of the old rock she listened to with her dad! ex: BLACK RAINBOWS

Connie: punk rock/metal, which looks and sounds nothing more than stupid and noisy to others, but that's how our boy fights the system at his level and congratulations to him for that. he's the proper example of "chaotic good" imo and so is that subgenre <3 ex: Ｎｏｖａ ｔｗｉＮｓ

Jean: prog/nu metal and really anything that connects to "lighter" types of music. he's t e r r i f i e d of the kind Mikasa listens to, but he's trying his best to understand. probably also a swiftie deep inside (not even that deep..) ex: 𝙺𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙾𝙾𝙻

[postwarlevi]

I have this modern AOT HC that Jean had a guinea pig as a kid and without telling his mom (who had earlier said no) went out and bought his a friend and well, they were opposite sex so.. you can imagine Mrs Kirsteins horror when she comes to clean his room one day and he's been hiding guinea pig babies!

He cries when she makes him give them all away and his friends all take one. Everyone takes good care of them, except Eren who accidently forgot it existed and well 💀.

Carla apologizes to Mrs Kirstein and they decide not to tell Jean, but he tells Connie who spills the beans and Jean is pissed and to this day, that's why Jean still holds a grudge against Eren.

[novemberwasgrey]

Just a little reminder to my mutuals that French is my mother tongue so I'm here if you ever need help for using it in your fanfics!

...am I saying this as subliminal message to influence my Jeankasa and Wenvier pals to write fanfics where they call each other cute pet names in French? Yes.