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hanjisungslag · 5 months ago

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hiiii!! so sorryyy idk if you take requests BUTT could you do headcannons of being in an argument with the aot characters?

🗣️ aot characters & arguments

characters involved: eren, armin, mikasa, connie, jean, sasha, reiner, annie, bertolt, erwin, levi & hange

notes: i do take requests indeed!! :3 i luv angst, i hope this is gd♡

✧ eren jaeger -

okay, when you guys argue it’s honestly more cute than anything because you’re both so protective of one another. neither of you wanted each other to join the scouts because it was so dangerous but, you both joined anyways obviously. oh my god, you guys non-stop bicker when there’s a mission! and don’t even get me started if you get put into different teams😭 you start TWEAKINGG. after he finds out he’s the attack titan, oh it gets 10x worse. his absolute biggest fear is losing control and hurting you - he’s already so conflicted, confused & felt like an outcast. he definitely lashes out more and becomes snappier than usual but, it does come from a place of sincerity.

when this happens, you just leave it be. as soon as it’s not just bickering anymore, when a voice is raised or an insult is made, you just leave it. you understand he’s going through a lot and just needs a minute but, TRUST ME! when you walk off, you make sure it is known that your feelings are hurt.

“i said no! you are not being on my team! im going with the levi squad, thats final.”

✧ armin arlert -

you both love each other very much but, goddamn you’re both so up your own arses! you are the ‘smart couple’ you are both strategic and witty and have your own way you go about things. so, when it comes to deciding whose plan is better, you always think yours is better and admin thinks his is better. this has (and probably always will be) the main root of your arguments, tbh. nobody likes to get involved either because if someone picks a side then even more havoc will break lose. the only people who’ve ever come between you two is: mikasa, levi & erwin.

it’s just like a debate, you know the ones on jubilee where it’s just people speaking over each other with different facts and sources? literally you two. you both would keep going until the end of time if you didn’t need to sleep, eat and drink water. it’s never that serious at the end of the day, you both love each other and i GUESS you can appreciate each others plans albeit you both think yours is better.

“if you actually listen to me when i say, my layout is better! look at how easy it is to manoeuvre from the castle to the forest!”

✧ mikasa ackerman -

wash the damn scarf. that is all you ask of her. she has literally never washed it and you love but jesus christ, stink LINGERS. not only do you think it’s weird she doesn’t wash it but, it’s also from eren… now, you know mikasa’s lore, of course. however, it’s really hard to get over your girlfriend having this deep love for this smelly scarf that her ex-crush gave to her after he literally saved her from being kidnapped. at first, you try to ignore it but it gets to a point where you sit down and talk to her but, she is not having it. she clearly cares very, very deeply for this scarf and will defend it. it’s really awkward conversation that slowly turns into raised voices and some opinionated things being raised.

“why are you getting jealous over a scarf? that’s so stupid! i just have fond memories with it!”

✧ connie springer -

again, not so much major arguments but just bickers. it usually starts as a joke but slowly but surely divulges into an argument about something stupid. one time, someone ate the last of jean’s meal that his mum made for him and he saved until today, obviously he was super upset and jokingly you blamed connie. at first, all was well, laughs were being heard and he even poked fun at you but, somewhere along the way it became more serious for you two, you genuinely suspected connie of eating jean’s meal and connie was getting visibly more upset.

“that was so not me! why are you telling them that?! i didn’t eat it, y/n!”

jean regretted asking who ate his food.

✧ jean kirstein -

jean is unfortunately a jealous guy. not for any malicious reasons, he’s just a bit insecure gang! he’s more scared that you’ll leave him for someone ‘better’ more than anything but, these feelings of insecurity manifest as jealously. he’d get jealous over you spending time with people like eren, mikasa or armin. in so many aspects, they’re better than him (in his eyes) and this will just make him reallyyy pissy. being in an argument with jean is painstakingly ambiguous like he never straight up says it, it’s always sly remarks or dry responses from him for a while. eventually, you know something is up and question him but he will avoid answering like the plague and it’s just so, so frustrating! eventually, when you break your calm demeanour, he will also break his ‘nonchalant-ness’ and just shout about how he feels.

he crossed his arms, “i just don’t understand why you need to be around him so much, you have me?”

✧ sasha braus -

absolutely nothing. i’m sorry but, she is too sweet and loving. IM SORRY, i’m sorry… i tried so hard to think of something but this queen is too perfect. at most, she would snap at you in high stress situations but she would never turn it into an argument. for example, if you told her to slow down her eating because you’re going on a mission but, she hasn’t eaten much that day she may snap and tell you to “let her do what she wants” but, she’s sooo quick to recover and apologise. literally not even giving you a second to even think about arguing with her!!

“ah, i’m sorry. you’re right, i don’t wanna be sick while flying through the air, huh?” she pouts.

✧ reiner braun -

you’re both from marley, you know damn well what you’re doing here but it seems reiner is straying off path. you’re there to try and remind him why you’re there and this leads to so many arguments. his split personality also plays a role in the arguments because it’s so.. scary and confusing for you because one moment he’s defending eldians than the next, he’s shouting at you about how he ‘knows the plan’.

when talking about stuff like this, since it’s extra sensitive for reiner he definitely flips out. i’m talking shouting, angry grunting, clenching his fists into balls and holding them against his forehead so he doesn’t fully crash tf out. he’s just as confused and scared as you are about his split personality but, he doesn’t want to seem weak or to seem like he’s losing sight of what is ‘right’ - it gets him really worked up. obviously, you stand your ground against him, he doesn’t scare you when you’re arguing. you’ve known him for so long.. you feel like he just needs to be guided.

“when did i ever say i liked them? yes, they’re okay people to be around for now but— no, i never said that! i know what they are, you don’t remind to tell me, y/n!”

✧ annie leonhart -

just the fact she’s cold and distant, it makes it really hard to actually have a relationship with her. at first, she was closed off COMPLETELY but cracks began to show and eventually, you thought you were at a good point with each other but, you kind of realised you didn’t know that much about annie. you try to ask questions to get her to open up but, she is one tough egg to crack so eventually, you just ask! hoping to help her more than anything but, this leads to an argument…

after this first argument, it became pretty regular like once every few weeks this would happen. you get super frustrated because she acts like she doesn’t even care! so, you’re shouting and getting really passionate while she sits there, looking pissed off and bored, rolling her eyes and scoffing. she doesn’t see the need to open up to you, she’s done what she thinks is ‘enough’ in her books.

“what do you want me to say? i’m not an open book, that’s just how i am. we’re all gonna end up dead, anyways.”

✧ bertolt hoover -

sigh… oh bert. every time you feel yourself developing further into your relationship with bert, his friends seem to pull him back. you’re still not quite sure why and they always seem to be giving side eyes or glances when he talks about his life - its starting to piss you off, rightfully so. you feel like he’s got two other side hoes watching yours and his every move! you being this up in subtle ways as to not seem like a crazy, jealous partner but eventually you burst and tell him how you really feel.

arguing with sweet bert isn’t fun because you can tell he tries so hard to please everyone in the situation, whether it’s you, him or now in this case, his friends too. he will raise his voice but, not in a bad way just in a general sense, things are getting heated, his voice will raise and he will fling his arms and hands. he’s a very expressive man when arguing because he is so passionate about it.

“y/n, they’re my friends! they’re just trying to protect me, why are you jealous?”

✧ erwin smith -

there’s so such things as arguments in your relationship, erwin likes to call them ‘mutual disagreements’ as your both in the scouts, he knows your time is limited. it’s a morbid and pessimistic way to think but, you have to be realistic when you live such a deadly lifestyle. he doesn’t want to take your time together for granted - plus, he’s a MAN like, he is calm and collected and will always hear you out.

you both start off calm, having a mature conversation about whatever it is that is bothering you but, when you start getting rowdier that’s when erwin quells the flames quickly. he takes a deep breath, hears you out and calmly walks you through it all. he’s so compassionate about it, i cant omg. he’ll gently place a hand over your own hand or on your shoulder if you’re standing, letting you know he’s present, he’ll sweetly talk you down, eventually calming you down and usually you’ll both say apologises or just general sweet statements and move on!

“i’m sorry, y/n. no, i’m glad you talked to me about this.”

✧ levi ackerman -

oh lord, being in an argument with levi ackerman is nawwtt fun. i’m sorry but, i’d kms if i argued with levi 😭. this man has such an awful resting bitch face as it is but, imagine his face when he’s arguing with you? IF LOOKS COULD KILL. he cant hide his emotions, so when you’re arguing even if he’s trying to be somewhat nice, his face says it all. usually he’ll roll his eyes and scoff if it’s something minor, he’ll hear you out, maybe give a half arsed apology or some sort of nice gesture to make sure you’re not upset however, if it’s a big issue oh brother…

silent treatment, i fear. he is so bad at communicating his feels correctly and often feels confused because this mf ain’t been in love before?! it gets too a point where he’s so mad, he just cant even begin to think of anything to say to you. you’ll be there raising your voice, becoming so passionate and when you ask what he thinks, he’ll say “i have nothing to say.” then boom, silent treatment. however, he’s bad with his words… but good with his actions. he still wants you to know he cares, you two could be in the most rancid moods but, you’ll go to your room and find your clothes ironed and folded🥲.

✧ hange zoë -

oh my sweet hange, my probably neurological challenged sweet hange… an argument with them would definitely stem from them spending more time with titans than you. when sawney and bean were around, you weren’t getting ANY time of day with them, trust. at first, you didn’t want to say anything because of course, you understand! the lifetime you guys are living in, things like hange’s research is soo important but, you can’t help but feel neglected sometimes.

when you finally bring it up, an argument ensues. neither of you really shout or anything, it’s just that kind of weird sort of raised, high pitched voice people get when you’re really frustrated. you both stay relatively calm for the situation you’re in but, you can totally tell you’re both so frustrated because hange just doesn’t see the problem. when you guys argue like this, it usually just goes in circles and after a while you both decide to mutually give up and leave it for another day.

“it’s all for science and the greater good of humanity though, i don’t understand?”

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turn-my-hollow-purple · 2 months ago

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Weirdly Specific Green Flags of AOT Characters

you guys were kinda weird about my red flag post but you also liked it so idfk 😭 please no weird comments on this one <3

Eren: Always remembers the oddly specific details you mentioned once, like your favorite snack or a childhood memory.

Mikasa: Carries extra hair ties, band-aids, and snacks just in case someone else needs them.

Armin: Will help you move, build furniture, or study, and somehow make it fun and stress-free.

Jean: Walks/takes you home, no matter how “out of the way” it is.

Connie: Can cheer you up instantly with the perfect meme for every mood.

Sasha: Always shares her food, no questions asked

Erwin: Always holds the door open for others, even if they're awkwardly far away.

Levi: Notices when you're overwhelmed and quietly takes care of things without making a big deal about it.

Hange: Gets genuinely excited about your passions, no matter how niche or random (will watch movies, tv shows, read books, etc. to understand these interests).

Annie: Notices when you're uncomfortable in social situations and effortlessly helps you slip away without drawing attention.

Bertholdt: Gives the warmest, most comforting hugs; you didn’t expect it, but now you need more.

Reiner: Always offers to carry heavy things without making it seem like a big deal.

Historia: Compliments strangers in a way that feels completely genuine and makes their day.

Ymir: Defends you in every situation, even if it’s just you losing a dumb game.

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nininikki · 2 months ago

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𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 | eren jaeger x black fem!reader

V. call me when you get this

✧ summary! — one night. that’s all eren needs to show you how he really feels. just one night. but how well do his feelings hold up in the light of day?

✧ warnings! — adultery, age gap (reader is 29 and eren is 40), some jean x reader, fluff, catastrophically down bad!eren, ballet (🩰), lots of POV switching, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, angst (lmk if i missed anything, i haven’t slept in days)

✧ author’s note! — guyssss 🙈🙈 don’t hate me for taking eons to update this :( i had to make it perfect ok! anyhow i had a blast writing this (no matter how long it took) and i hope y’all love it too 💋 as always ilysm your support means the world 🙈💋🩷🫂

✧ word count — 9.1k (omg srry)

series masterlist / previous chapter

15 SEPTEMBER, TWO MONTHS BEFORE THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION

“there’s a lot riding on georgia.” mikasa said. the plane food that she would stuff down her throat to keep her mind off the height muffled her tone, so eren couldn’t tell if his wife was about vent to him or give him a lecture. “you’re falling behind with women, so i wish you could have come. but it’s okay. i’ll think of something.”

“talk about my policies that help women.” eren suggested, although he was hardly the utmost focused at the moment.

a stack of black and white stationery splayed across his office desk. a newspaper, and on the cover of it was your face, and despite how much pleasure this would usually bring him, it wasn’t just your face. jean kirschtein’s face just had to be there as well. sitting across from you at one of those outdoor cafe tables, caressing your cheek with the palm of his hand over a shared milkshake. he looked totally and utterly in love with you, and it was sickening to witness.

eren recalled the memory of your pillow soft lips pushing against his, allowing him entry, forming whimpers around his name. was jean capable of such a thing? was he worthy? at that, eren briefly wondered if he himself were even worthy.

KIRSCHTEIN AND (L/N) COZY UP OFF SET!

even the title irked him to a T. despite the photo having been taken during the height of your press tour, it still made eren woozy with envy. how could you be everywhere but where he wanted? in every paper, every movie, every magazine, every show. every corner of his mind. every night, the star of every dream. everywhere but where he needed you most.

eren regained his voice after a moment. “and if that doesn’t work, tell ‘em you make a mean peach cobbler.”

“my husband, always the strategist.” mikasa droned through what was undoubtedly a glass of champagne. “okay, the plane’s taking off. call you when i land.”

with the sound of the dial tone, eren was finally able to think in peace. he could take a thick swig of his morning orange juice while silently cursing the newspaper company (seriously, were newspapers even supposed to report on that shit? what happened to current events?) and the paperboy who dropped it at his door.

eren picked up his glass and took another swig of orange encouragement before jotting your number into the keypad.

15 SEPTEMBER, TWO MONTHS BEFORE THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION

“miss, miss. excuse me, miss.” a sharp knocking on your open bathroom door pierced through the sound of music blaring in your ears. it was your housekeeper, katya, looking awfully worried at the amount of water and bubbles your body was submerged in. you assured her with a carefree smile as you removed your headphones. “the phones,” katya pointed to the house phone stationed in her other hand, chirruping madly. “they ring. would you like to answer?”

you rose from the soft field of bubbles and stretched your arm, which was covered in suds, out for the phone. before you could thank katya, she scurried out of the room, gingerly closing the door behind her.

“hello,” you said upon answering.

“hey, stranger.” the voice on the other end answered in what one could only describe as cheerful anxiety. despite the outward, shiny finishing of enthusiasm, you heard the sharp, broken inhale he took before speaking. as you sat up in the water, allowing a heap of suds to slide down your shoulders, you began to ponder over whatever it was he could be so nervous about.

“oh, hi jean. how’s it going?”

“uh, y’know, pretty good.” it might have been hallucination from the steam, but part of you swore you heard him gulp. “i didn’t expect you to actually pick up.”

with a slippery hand, you adjusted the claw clip that was beginning to lose its grip on your hair. “always time for my favorite co-star. what’s up?”

“i was, um,” he made a noise that seemed to be a cross between an exhale and a… sneeze? cough? heimlich maneuver? “wondering if you wanted to do something next saturday.”

“do something?”

“y’know, like a hang-out. y’know, two friends hanging. oh, that sounded weird. uh—”

“are you asking me on a date?” a date. a date? you lessened the intensity of the faucet’s outpour with polished, suddy toes before you let yourself think.

it was weird. it was weird, wasn’t it? going out on a date with your co-worker. dating your coworker. society (and the human resources department) usually discouraged that kind of thing. they also discouraged casual sex with said coworkers. where was your morality then?

well, not in hollywood, they don’t. sex appeal was about one-third of what kept everything up and running. when you first gave in and told hange you were sleeping with jean, you remember them lifting you off the ground whilst spinning in circles, screaming, “the publicity” over and over again. everything after that was blurry.

after a millenium of thinking, jean spoke again. “yeah,” you could hear the slightest tinge of his usual confidence returning. “yeah, is that weird?”

“no. not at all.” if you thought about it for too long, it absolutely was. in all your time of fornicating behind closed doors, you had went on exactly zero dates.

sure, you would sneak into his trailer to see how many times you could blow him before it was time to shoot the next scene. and maybe the way he kissed you during some takes felt a little too real. but could that work forever? could that passion translate into romance?

a date. where would we go? what would i wear? what would he say? the he you were referring to was a green-eyed politician whose cologne you could still smell on your neck, even while submerged in soapy water.

eren won’t care, you thought. it bruised your ego as it crossed your mind. surely he’d have too much too much on his plate to even notice something so silly. debates, primaries, dinners. a gulp formed in your throat. his wife. you sunk yourself deeper within the water. ah, yes, his wife. that bruised something deeper than your ego.

“i’d, uh, i’d love to, jean.”

***

“don’t just sit there, hange. help me pick out a dress.”

“what day is it? friday? you’ve got a week to pick something out.”

“yeah, only a week. so i’m basically two weeks behind.” your wrists had nearly gone limp rifling through what felt like a million imperfect dresses. “could i have that versace ordered in time?”

“i don’t know why you worry so much.” hange moaned, removing themselves from your mattress with agonizing patience. “frenchie’s not gonna care if you show up wrapped in a dish rag.”

“could you not call him frenchie?” your irritation grew as you tripped over a pair of manolos. “he’s not a dog.”

“well he’s french, isn’t he?”

you turned around clutching a colorful, floral dress to your chest. hange leaned against the closet’s door frame, toeing the line between bored and amused. “‘kay, what do you think of this?”

they dramatically pushed their glasses past their hairline, and squinted as if they were in pain. “well not that. you’ll give him a seizure.”

you rolled your eyes. “don’t worry.” a sardonic chuckle fell from your lips as you pulled five dresses from the rack and made your way into your room. “we’ve got my whole closet to go through.” the hangers and fabric fell to your bed with a cacophony of clangs and thumps.

“not tonight.” hange sat down on the bed, popping open a few buttons on their shirt. “got a hot date.”

although your first instinct was to scoff, you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips as you caught hange blushing. “with who? one of the girls from your magazines?”

the words barely left your mouth before their calloused fingertips pinched the skin of your hip. a feverish blush crawled down their neck. “with a girl, a nice one. she’s a supermodel, so the magazine thing is probably true.” hange rubbed their knuckles over the bridge of their nose, something they only did when wracked with nerves. “total knockout too. you’ve probably met her.”

you hummed, admiring the way your friend fawned over their crush. “well, i look forward to formally meeting her. at least before the wedding.”

hange pinched you again, harder this time, eliciting a yelp. “you’re so dramatic. pass me a dress.”

you shuffled through the stack before passing them a little black number with bandage-like straps. “i mean, you probably are gonna sleep with him, but don’t make it so obvious.”

“oh, c’mon, hange. it’s a pretty dress!”

“yeah, if you want him to touch your private parts.”

you laid the dress across the footboard, mentally labeling it as the no pile. “mind if i order chinese?”

“you’re insatiable.” you murmured, gesturing toward the house phone next to your bed.

“you love me.”

hange made their way over, haphazardly fiddling with the buttons as they tried to recall the number to wok-a-holic.

“you have one unheard message.” the automated woman inside your telephone announced to the room. “would you like to hear it?”

hange quickly and clumsily pulled their glasses over their face “shit, i didn’t mean to do—”

“uh, hi. i know i shouldn’t be doing this, but i don’t know.”

hearing his voice was like a baptism—only the most sinful kind. with every word, you could feel him over you, cupping his big hand over the back of your head. staring at you in that way that he did—past your eyes and directly into your soul—before submerging you in the water that was ice cold, yet burning you alive with sin. every movement of his lips was corruption.

your heart pumped with pure adrenaline as you scrambled to get across your king sized bed. “what the fuck, hange. what’d you press?”

“i thought i hit the seven!”

“just been wantin’ to hear your voice,”

“what the fuck,” you noticed the slur in his voice, but couldn’t quite make out if he was tipsy or just tired.

hange looked genuinely puzzled more than anything. “who is that?” they whispered, as if eren could hear the two of you.

“i-i don’t know, it’s just some guy that-that i met at the...” you cut yourself off with a gulp. you prayed hange was oblivious to the fresh tears of shock springing in your eyes, or the way you kept doubling over like you were gonna puke any moment.

“i thought i was doin’ fine, then one of your movies came on today, and well…you can guess how that went.”

at that, you lunged for the phone. because although you could not guess how that went, you’d bet your top dollar that he was either going to tell you, or say something else just as awfully incriminating.

“wait, not so fast. i wanna hear the rest.” hange tsked, encircling their arms around your abdomen and directing you away from the phone. you inwardly cursed their abhorrent noseyness and stellar upper body strength.

“look, i know this is way outta line, and i probably shouldn’t even be asking, but…mikasa’s left for georgia this morning,”

hange scrunched up their face in bemusement. “mikasa?” then you watched realization contort that same bemusement into shock, and then horror. and then shock again, then a weird mixture of the two.

“and…i figured that’d give us the opportunity to talk things out, or maybe not. it’s completely up to you.”

“shit.” you collapsed back into your mattress, defeated and shameful.

“anyway, i don’t wanna take up any more of your time. please just…call me when you get this.”

there was a dial tone akin to the sound of a judge’s gavel. as hange turned to face you, you wondered what their verdict would be.

“you’re fucking him?”

“no!”

“jesus christ.” they uttered beneath their breath. “you couldn’t sleep with, like, a soccer player. or-or-or one of those set-dec guys that are always drooling over you. noooo. you had to sleep with the governor of california.”

“you’re insane.” you nearly screamed. the shame you felt was beginning to border on frustration, even though you had no room to be frustrated with anyone but yourself.

“i’m insane? you’re sleeping with an elected official, and i’m insane?”

“yeah, funny how that works. and we are not sleeping together.”

hange made a face indicative of needing more information.

you dug your acrylic nails into your palms. “i don’t know. h-he likes me.”

“and you like him, too?”

the way you habitually chewed on your lip and crossed your ankles back and forth told them everything they needed to know.

your manager and best friend let a deep sigh rumble through their chest, then joined you on the bed. “this is so fucked. we’re so fucked.”

suddenly, you felt like a twenty year old girl again. life steering out of your control. passion with nowhere to pour it. a disappointment. a failure. a mockery of everything everyone had worked for. “i know. i’m sorry. please don’t hate me.”

they sat upright, immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “hey, don’t cry.”

“‘m not crying.” you scoffed.

“you are.” hange brushed a thumb over your cheek, and it came back wet. “and i don’t hate you. but i’m definitely gonna need a raise.”

you sniffed. “fair.”

***

eren got your call at around a quarter til midnight. just when he was beginning to think you’d rejected him, and had poured his first glass of scotch for the night.

he had gotten through the day mostly okay. he ate lunch without thinking of you. he had almost succeeded going for a run without thinking of you, but your latest GQ campaign was plastered on a billboard big enough for someone in alaska to see. he had a phone call with levi where all he did was think of you, and how much he’d rather have his head underneath your skirt than hear another word of campaign talk. he tried not to think of you in the shower, but you can guess how well that went.

and now he was in bed thinking of you. because he had left that message, what was it, almost twelve hours ago? and not only had you left him with radio silence, but now a cosmetics commercial of yours was on and eren wondered if this was what it felt like to go mad.

he could understand if you wanted to be left alone, but were you aware of how hard it was when you were everywhere?

then you called, and he nearly broke his hand picking up the phone.

“you’ve got some nerve leaving a message on my answering machine.”

his heart exploded with ecstasy. he didn’t care that you sounded angry enough to scare off a pack of hyenas. you were here, and you were talking to him. “good evening to you, too, (y/n).” he relaxed in his sheets.

“don’t try to butter me up, eren. this is serious!”

oh, it probably was really serious, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when you said his name like that. with so much passion and fury. it invigorated him. “mmm, tell me about it.”

“my manager found out.” just as your voice dropped just beneath a whisper, so did the beating of eren’s heart. “and thank god they’re cool about it, or we’d be all over tmz by now.”

eren sighed with relief and revelation. what were you doing to him? though, it really wasn’t your fault. he was the elected official. he was the married man. he knew it was wrong to want you as much as he did, yet he did anyway. regardless of his title or his wife, or his campaign.

and you. the way you walked, the way you talked. the way your voice wrapped around his name when you addressed him as mr. governor. or even better: eren. you were so effortlessly enchanting. it was easy for him to forget that he couldn’t have you the way he needed.

“what were you thinking, eren?”

“i’m sorry, i just…” he combed a hand through his still damp hair. “i-i-i missed you.”

“i’m not that stupid,” you scoffed, as if you could just tell he was lying. but, really, he wasn’t. it was more of a partial truth than anything. “so be honest.”

involuntarily, the image of you and jean in the newspaper made itself present in his mind, stirring up fresh agony in his gut. jean shouldn’t have been allowed to look at you like that. eren knew this for certain, as he himself wasn’t even allowed to look at you like that.

“i guess…” eren brushed his fingers over his adam’s apple, wondering if he could punch the words out of his mouth. “i’malittlejealous.”

“you’re what?”

“i’m… jealous.” eren uttered the word as if it were a slur. it felt like one. it tasted like one as he spoke it, which was ironic, considering the emotion had been eating him alive for long enough.

eren couldn’t recall a time in his life where he wanted for something that someone else had. connections? he had them. money? more than he could ever need. women? they flocked to him in groves. a beautiful (albeit distant) wife, a promising political career, and a cushy estate to fall back on if things didn’t go as expected.

so why did the sight of jean kirschstein looking at you like you were his make his blood froth so ferociously?

“jealous? jealous of wh—” you cut yourself off again. you lowered your voice to a serious and sort of patronizing tone. like you were about to scold a kindergartener. “is this about jean?”

god, he even hated the way you said his name. “maybe.”

at that, you released a boisterous laugh that seemed to go on for an unnecessarily long amount of time. “sorry for the giggles, but this is just too funny.” your words were folded between labored, highly amused breaths. “how’s your wife doing, by the way?”

“haha, very funny.” eren drawled. his eyes drifted to the photo of he and mikasa that sat on his nightstand.

“glad you agree with me.”

eren shifted in his bed, listening to your breathing soften on the other end. it almost calmed him. “it’s just…” his throat tightened as though admitting his feelings would cause some sort of allergic reaction. “i hate that he gets to be with you.”

he could hear you sucking in a sharp breath. “eren, y—”

“i want it to be me. i want to kiss you again. i wanna be able to touch you the way he does.” the words came out in a sort of vomit-like state. moreso emotions that had been taking up space in his psyche than coherent sentences.

“y-you wanna kiss me again?” the way the question left your mouth—so delicate, breathless, almost scared. like you couldn’t believe such a thing was possible. soft, shaky exhales followed. eren could picture the way your glossy lips would’ve been parted in surprise. he basked in the picture.

“‘course i do.” warmth covered his body like butter. spreading down his neck, the bareness of his chest, past the elastic of his lounge pants. recalling his time in the garden with you wasn’t helping. he brushed a shameful glance over the growing print in hopes of sating his lust. “it’s all i’ve been thinking about.”

on eren’s end, it sounded like you were shifting around in your bed. now that was something he really shouldn’t have been thinking about. he liked to imagine you were wearing some sort of slip. something with thin straps and lacy edges. something he could pull up and slide down if he so pleased.

“me too.” you purred. “i miss… the way you feel.” as another whisper of a breath exited your lips, he wondered if you felt the same way as he did. was there a hand between your legs too? trying to rub the away pain through the fabric of your pants? were you wet for him? he wanted to feel it. he needed to taste it even more.

eren closed his eyes, letting the image run over and over in his mind with a defeated, “fuck,” he really did feel a little defeated. his resolve could’ve been more firm. “what did i feel like, (y/n)?”

the words dropped from your lips in another soft exhale. “like you were mine.”

without a moment’s hesitation he declared, “i am.” because, truly, he was. from the moment he first saw you hanging off his wife’s arm, he was yours for the taking.

“i wish that were possible.”

“tomorrow night,” eren said. he had gained a little bit of his composure back, and sat up straighter in bed. the little black planner on his nightstand had practically levitated into his hand. he snatched the pen from the spiral where it lived and frantically jotted down three separate phone numbers. call at 9 AM, sharp, he scribbled below it in bold letters. “tomorrow night, i’m gonna take you somewhere.”

“you’re gonna what?”

“i’m taking you out. tomorrow night. be ready at 8:30.”

“eren, don’t be st—”

“un-unh. tomorrow.”

“that’s imp—”

“at 8:30.”

“fine,” you heaved a sigh so large that it almost certainly maximized its capacity in your lungs. eren didn’t need to have you standing in front of him to know you rolling your eyes in the most adorable—albeit petulant—manner. “where are you taking me?”

“‘s a surprise,” instinctively, his lips curled into a smug grin as he scrawled two more names and numbers in his planner. being the governor of a state surely had its advantages. “so don’t even worry about it.”

“well, i need to worry about it, eren. what am i gonna wear?”

“somethin’ pretty, like you always do.”

“hahaha, so cute, and not helpful at all. you’re gonna feel real stupid when i show up in my daisy dukes.”

“show up in those and stupid’s the last thing i’m gonna feel.” sure, he joked, but the mental image of you with daisy dukes hugging the curves of your hips made him so hard that he almost passed out.

your lips opened around a hearty laugh that threaded through your words. “fiiiiine, i‘ll be ready at eight-thirty. to go wherever the hell with you.”

“in the daisy dukes?”

“you’re pushing it.”

***

16 SEPTEMBER

“i cannot believe you asked me to help you with this.” hange droned, perched atop your bathroom counter while you meticulously drew subtle layers of lip gloss over your cupid’s bow. “and i agreed! god, woman, the things i do for you.”

too focused on your reflection, you sighed, smacking your lips before relaxing them completely, spreading them wide in a bright smile, and then pouting them for good measure. that’s good, you decided, you could get anything you wanted with that pout. “well, how can i leave the house without you seeing me first?” you inwardly debated on whether or not to go over your eyelashes again before remembering it was already nearing eight fifteen. “if i’m looking crazy, i need you to let me know.”

“aren’t you going out with a married presidential candidate tonight?”

“uh yeah, why?”

“nothin’. just think the looking crazy ship has sailed. couple times, actually.”

you fought with the urge to grab the nearest lipstick and draw a retaliatory streak somewhere over hange’s face, but they weren’t wrong. if you were less mature, you’d resent them that.

“seriously, though. how do i look?”

“beautiful, you know that.” hange rolled their eyes, poking you in the rib cage. “kinda like marilyn monroe.”

“not funny, hange!”

“what? she was a babe.”

“babe, schmabe.” you scurried into your closet and pulled out one pair of black, open-toed jeffrey campbell heels, a pair of classic louboutins, and held them up before hange. “which shoes?”

“those,” hange said, gesturing to the jeffrey campbell’s. “your toes are painted white, so it’ll make the white in your dress pop, kinda.”

“kinda? or am i gonna look like a floozy?”

“oh, just shut up and put the shoes on.”

“you’re the boss.”

as you took a few practice steps around the room to ensure you’d be able to walk comfortably, your eyes latched onto something outside your window. a shiny, black limo was parked just out in front of your house, its windows tinted so thoroughly that you weren’t even sure there was someone in it. “holy,” you breathed. you could feel your heart pick up speed in your chest. “is that…”

hange was behind you in an instant, an incredulous stream of air leaving their mouth in the form of a scoff. “married and punctual. how about it,”

“hange!” as much as you wanted to storm away, you couldn’t risk it in your dress, so you turned on your heels and made your way downstairs as carefully as you could.

“what? i’m not knocking it, (y/n).” they said, hot on your tail until you both stopped at the hallway mirror near your foyer. “in fact, after you sleep with him, i want all the details.”

“i’m not gonna sleep with him.” you stated, so definitively that you almost believed yourself. though truthfully, you weren’t all that certain. sure, you had been fantasizing about it since the moment you first saw him in person, but you didn’t have to act on it. at least not so soon. he hadn’t even bought you dinner yet!

and besides that, sleeping with eren would make all of this so much more real than it already was. it would officially become an affair. or was it one already? could late night phone calls and a few stolen kisses really be enough to constitute a whole affair?

“yeah, right, and i’m not gonna eat the last twinkie from the box in your pantry.” hange quipped, dramatically winking and tilting their head in your direction to get their joke across.

as stupid as it was, you laughed despite yourself. whilst grabbing your clutch off the side table in the hallway, a little part of you began to wish this date was just like all the other events you attended—hange accompanying you, sticking to your arm and telling you all the right things to say the entire time. the skin of your palms grew softer with a barely there sheen of perspiration. were you nervous?

“don’t get choked up now.” said hange, spritzing your hair with a vanilla scented mist you didn’t even notice them grab on the way out of your room. “just think about how much fun we’re gonna have gossiping about this later.”

“yeah, yeah.” the clock on your hallway table read eight twenty-eight in a blaring, crimson red. “just trash the twinkie box on your way out.”

***

“thank you” is the first thing eren hears upon his driver, wattson lending you an arm to help you out of the car. you flashed him a darling smile as you smoothed out the fabric of your dress, and eren watched him blush stumble over his words trying to think up a response. that’s my girl.

the los angeles central theatre was usually bustling with people about this time, coming and going to and fro different shows. however, thanks to a few connections and phone calls made by eren, he was able to rent the place out for the entire night.

your hair jumped around your face in thick, shiny ringlets. bounce, bounce, bounce with every step towards him. oh shit, you were walking his way. “hi,” the word left your mouth in a wispy breath. you adjusted the bodice of your dress, although there seemed to be nothing wrong with it to begin with. it was an elaborate mugler piece that involved the bodice diverging into two sides just above your naval. what covered your chest was a white fabric that sat snug at the back of your neck.

of course, you looked heavenly. literally as though some god had parted the clouds and rained you down onto earth. what good deed had eren done in his past life to deserve you? “hey there, pretty lady.” you giggled and blushed, hiding your face behind a manicured hand and murmuring something like along the lines of, oh, stop it.

“come here, let me look at you.” eren purred, even though he had already looked at you plenty. there were still things he hadn’t seen yet! like the pretty color painted on your lips, the diamonds hanging from your ears, the way your dress was split so high that a glimpse of your thigh peeked out at him between the fabric. truthfully, he felt like a victorian-era man seeing an ankle for the first time.

you slipped your hand into his and pulled him toward the entrance. “you’ll have all night to look at me.” you said, pulling at his arm with a smile he just couldn’t say no to. “c’mon, eren. wanna see what it was that was sooo special it had to be a surprise.”

“well, at least let me hold the door!” eren made a rush for the entrance just as your hand brushed against it.

“whatever gets you in here faster.” you said, so smug at having gotten your way.

“so, you really rented out the entire theatre?” you asked, still beaming as he led you past the empty concessions stand. he listened as your heels clicked against the fancy flooring, the sound ricocheting off the walls of his mind like a metronome. “all for me?”

eren looked over at you and tried not to pay attention to the way your breasts jumped just ever so slightly with the speed of your feet. a gulp passed through his throat. “who else?”

your gaze flitted over to him in an instant, glossy lips turning up in a sly smirk. “you are so cheesy, y’know,” however, if the way you tightened your grip on his hand told him anything, it was that you didn’t mind at all.

“have you been here before?” eren inferred, judging by the eager way your eyes crawled over every bit of embellishment and flooring in their line of sight.

your pace slowed as the gears in your brain sped up, presumably in memory. you tapped at your chin with a busy finger. “one time,” your face contorted as you shuffled through your mind for more. “back when i first moved out here. but the ticket was so expensive, i could only afford the one show.” eren fixed his lips to wrap around the words, what show was it? but you had beat him to the punch by a fraction of a breath. “much ado about nothing, by the way.”

you chuckled as though you seemed to remember something else, but cleared it from your head with a tiny shake. “that was, what? seven, eight years ago?” eren takes a moment and tries to imagine you at twenty-two years old. before you were famous. a young, recently graduated harvard student who had all but disregarded her degree in favor of acting?

though the idea sounded crazy on the surface, eren couldn’t help but notice the similarity between you and himself. there were moments where he would ponder the fantasy of throwing away his political career and chasing you into the sunset. just tiny, fleeting moments. like this one now. as you two were reaching an expansive staircase with marble railing and ornate carpeting, he couldn’t help but notice the gentle sway of your hips as you ascended ahead of him. or the way you peeked back over your shoulder to throw him a smile. yeah, he couldn’t quite say he would mind risking his career for that smile.

the two of you reached the top of the stairs and seemed to halt your gait entirely. “thank you for bringing me here.” you turned to him and said. “not sure how you swung it in twenty-four hours, but thank you. ”

don’t you know, eren wanted to say, i would do anything for you. the thought was so viscerally, painstakingly honest that he did not even have the courage to breathe the sentence.

you filled the silence with an unfortunate string of words. “y’know, i would kiss you if it didn’t risk ruining my lip liner.” unfortunate for eren, because—believe it or not—he had not even thought about kissing you since you arrived at his side. mostly because you looked almost too beautiful to touch.

your lips were puckered slightly, as if you wanted him to kiss you anyway. he wished you would stop looking up at him like that—with your batted lashes and shy little smirk—, or else he’d forget himself and do more than kiss you.

the column of your neck craned higher, just in time for him to tilt downward, toward the direction of your cheek. the way you sucked in one swift breath as his lips came in contact with your skin made the touch that much more heavenly. radiating off your neck was a delicate vanilla flavor so enticing that his mouth began to water as if he were a wild animal being baited by its favorite meal.

the kiss only lasted a second, though. he still had enough self-restraint to not drool on your cheek. he readjusted his vertical and swallowed the saliva that had gathered under his tongue. “how was that?”

your head lolled to the side as you hid a giggle behind the palm of your hand. “good,” eren felt himself pinned still by the bashful gaze you threw him. “perfect.” you whispered.

he hardly had a moment to appreciate how cute and dazed you were before he realized the time on his watch read nine-nineteen. “now, come on,” eren coaxed you in the direction of more stairs, and found himself pleasantly surprised at how pliable you were just after being kissed. “we don’t wanna miss the show.”

once seated in your section—a small, elevated wing located west of the main stage—you hardly spoke a word apart from, “do i look silly?” as you held the opera glasses up to your smiling face.

the first note of music sounded, and you were immediately entranced within the world of swan lake.

if eren was being honest, he had not paid much attention to the first act. too busy studying your reaction, waiting with bated breath to see if even the most minute expression on your face would indicate whether or not you liked it.

thankfully enough, when the queen announces that prince siegfried is to be betrothed to a wife of her choosing, eren could hear you suck in a sharp gasp before you disentangled your hand from within his in favor of clutching the imaginary pearls at your chest.

though, even after the first act ended, and it was clear that you couldn’t take your eyes off the graceful ballerinas prancing about the stage, eren could not take his eyes off of you. not even for a moment, even if he wanted to.

happening right before his eyes was a ballet performance that he paid an arm and a leg to see. but did that even matter when you were right here, too? with your eyes eagerly following the dancers as their lithe bodies moved in perfect unison, bottom lip being nursed between anxious teeth as the plot unfolded with each crescendo of the music, feet tapping rhythmically at the ground as it matched up with the notes of the piano.

eren could see swan lake again, a million more times if he wanted. but the look on your face when siegfried and odette dive into the lake, no longer inhibited by von rothbart’s curse, is something that not even he and his infinite money could buy.

the brightness of the lights crawled slowly to a minor dim, and eren saw that you were crying. a singular tear fallen from each of your eyes, appearing as though they were about to be joined by more. “they were willing to die for their love,” you sniffed, pinching the bridge of your nose and fanning your wet eyelashes. “that is so beautiful!”

with another sniff, you leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his face, right at the apex between his cheekbone and his jaw. softly, you murmured, “thank you,” just below the shell of his ear, and eren had never been so happy to make a woman cry in his life.

***

he wasn’t supposed to accompany you on the drive home, really. taking separate limos was more risk averse. being alone gave him time to think and get his thoughts under control, something that was made almost impossible by your presence.

eren should’ve taken a separate limo home. but, as the two of you were breaching the exit doors of the theatre, you asked, “would you wanna ride in the limo with me? it gets so dark in there, and i don’t want to be by myself.”

what on earth did you think you were playing at? if that were the case, then riding to the theatre should have scared you silly! and in any case, the limo had lights! these were all logical points that should have countered your argument and quelled your fears. however, just as eren was about to gently turn you down, you looked him in his eyes, tilted your head, and jutted your bottom lip out in a soft pout.

un-unh, eren thought, averting his gaze anywhere else, just to avoid looking you in the eyes. nope, not happening. can’t happen. he had been on the end of a million or so pouts in his life. if you thought he was gonna be that easy, you were sorely mistaken. taking separate cars was the smarter, safer choice. surely, you would understand that. “(y/n), i don’t—”

“please, eren?”

with a sigh, he heaved out a defeated, “fine,” before letting you pull him in the direction of the limo.

okay, so riding in the car with you wasn’t the worst thing in the world. it helped that neither of you had bothered to turn on the lights, so he could hardly see you. you were but a shadowy manifestation of everything he ever wanted. that’s all.

“these are where the lights usually are,” eren fumbled around at the car’s ceiling until his fingers found the dim backseat lights. “just in case you ever have to be in a limo without me again.”

the brightness of the lights crawled up until he could see you just enough to spot the smile etching its way onto your face, which was then followed by the pleasant melody of your laughter.

as his ears took in the sound, eren had begun to feel as though every choice in his life had been… pointless. here he was, listening to the most beautiful woman in the world laugh at a stupid joke he made. truly, what was the point of running for president when he had discovered his life’s purpose right here—making you laugh.

you scooted over to his side of the backseat, propping yourself up into a sitting position on your knees and resting your hands on his thigh for balance. a cacophony of emotions hit eren so fast it dizzied him. conflict, arousal, hunger, idiocy. mercilessly and all at once.

right ahead of him were your breasts, held snugly together between the pressure of your arms. they heaved ever so slightly with every minute breath whistling through your nose. it would be so easy for him to take the fabric covering one of your nipples and pull it back ever so slightly. expose it to the chilled air of the limo before pinching at the hardened bud with the pads of his fingers. how long could he last doing that before he was tilting his neck downward and wrapping his lips around the pretty thing?

no! no, no, no. his thoughts came to a screeching halt when he felt his jaw tightening and his mouth growing heavy with saliva. eren swallowed his guilt down and averted his gaze towards the other end of the backseat. y’know, where you should have been sitting.

that worked for all of two seconds before his eyes were trailing over the bewitching curve of your back’s arch. seriously, he was trying his very best to keep his gentlemanly upbringing at the forefront of his mind, but there was really only so much he could do. it wasn’t very gentlemanly of him to imagine splaying his hand across the small of your back as he slid the head of his cock into your waiting heat. or to visualize the pretty expressions your face would contort into once he had buried himself in, all the way to the hilt.

realistically, he could do it now if he wanted. with the limo’s partition rolled all the way up, no one would be the wiser. he would only have to muffle your sounds with a hand over your mouth.

eren had to dig his heels into the floor in order to quell the arousal gathering in his core. it didn’t help that you were still using his thigh for support. fingers occasionally dipping into the apex of the flesh whenever you leaned over a little too far.

all the while he was losing his mind, you were absentmindedly feigning an avid interest with the lights, oblivious to how much of a mess you made him. “wow, i’ll have to keep that in mind.” and just like that, you slid off of him and back into your seat, leaving him painfully aroused and a few degrees warmer.

eren was stunned into silence for a bit. god, you were just fucking perfect, weren’t you? off the top of his head, there wasn’t a flaw about you that he could come up with. except for the fact that he hadn’t put a ring on your finger. but that was really more on him than anything. he wanted to drown himself in his own idiocy.

“hey,” when your foot connected to his shin via a soft kick, he realized he had been silent for a number of minutes. “what’s got you all quiet, mr. governor?”

he ignored the subtle stir in his groin in favor of giving you a viable response. “just feel stupid, is all.”

“stupid?”

“for having married someone that wasn’t you.”

it was just his luck that he happened to meet the woman of his dreams only after he had been married to someone else for nearly six years. maybe it was his karma for being born into one of the most powerful political families in america. it surely seemed to outweigh all the extraordinary privileges he had been afforded in his life. at least ordinary people got to fall in love. “i should’ve just…waited. then it wouldn’t have to be like… this. i’m sorry, (y/n).”

you deserve better, he wanted to say, but surely you knew that. never mind that he was too selfish and boastful to say such a thing out loud.

“hey,” you called, reaching over to inch your fingers, one by one, into his palm until your hands were interlocked. eren then wondered if there was a way for him to freeze this moment in time, and live in it forever—with your beguiling vanilla scent perforating the last remnants of his common sense, nerves soothed under the gentle weight of your reassuring stare, your hand enveloped in his. “i’m not anywhere i don’t wanna be.”

eren felt his eyebrows soften, and his lungs release the breath they had been unwittingly holding. this was the sort of thing people saw just before they entered heaven. had he suffered a heart attack and died one of those times that you smiled at him?

when the car began slowing to a smooth stop, you dealt his hand a soft squeeze before pulling your own free to take your seatbelt off. “walk me up?”

“‘course.”

when he emerged from the car, his heart still thumped heavily and his skin still climbed to a fever pitch despite the catharsis of fresh summer air. he opened the door to your side of the backseat, and you sprung from the car with a light yelp. seemingly excited to be close to him again after so much time (two seconds) apart.

a choir of crickets harmonized somewhere in the woods, though eren couldn’t tell from where, given your home was surrounded by woods. maybe she likes to check the mail in her underwear, he concluded when he heard the billowing hoot of an owl.

you practically whispered, “well,” once the two of you concluded the trek up the stone path leading to your front door. “this is me.”

“i know.” eren purred, silently admiring the way you ascended the little stoop in front of your door and made yourself at eye level with him. speaking of eyes, yours were wide as saucers, even with the cheeky grin pinching your face. you stood with your hands crossed behind your back, heeled foot lightly tapping at the concrete. “i take it you had fun tonight?”

“i…” glancing up at the moon, you hummed and made a face as though you were greatly deliberating before reverting your eyes to him. then, you leaned in and whispered as if telling him a secret. “i had a blast.”

“that’s good to know.”

“why?” you began rocking back and forth on your feet. “wanna ask me out again?”

“you’re a smart girl. did you go to harvard or something?”

still rocking, you playfully shoved him whilst hiding a bashful chuckle behind your palm. you must have really liked him, because that wasn’t nearly as funny as your face conveyed.

your laughter ceased when eren steadied you with a pair of hands to your waist. without even noticing, his face had been inching closer and to yours until the tips of your noses were touching and he could taste your breath in his mouth. your lips hovered slightly over his, and when they actually brushed against each other for a fraction of a moment, simultaneous shivers wracked both of your bodies.

finally, your hand rested upon his cheek and you fed him a soft, juvenile sort of peck. like you were two teenagers, and he was dropping you back home after your first—no, third—date. eren kissed you back, surprisingly with no urge to deepen it. this is all i need. his hands on your waist, steadying himself more than you at this point, given that the softness of your lips intoxicated him in all the best ways.

the two of you kissed like you had all the time in the world to do it over and over again. like a naive pair of courting lovers and not grown adults engaging in an affair.

you were the first to pull away, fanning his lips with a shaky exhale as you did. eren kept his eyes shut for as long as he could, afraid that when he opened them he would be back in his house, in bed next to his wife, staring blankly at the ceiling above him.

only when you removed your hand from his face and exposed his skin to the naked air did he finally let his eyes flutter open. you were still there, thankfully. quietly backing towards your front door, but there nonetheless.

“i’ll call you tomorrow. how’s that?”

“i’ll answer. how’s that?” you turned toward the door, not even giving him the chance to answer your completely rhetorical question. when his bottom lip jutted forth in a soft pout, he concluded that he was already starting to miss looking at you.

on the upside of that, he was already excited to call you tomorrow and ask you on another date. the thought inspired a grin across his face. “perfect.”

17 SEPTEMBER

normally, being awoken by the chipper sound of your ringing telephone was irksome beyond comprehension. especially at—you squinted toward the clock on your nightstand—eleven in the morning, sharp. if you hadn’t gone to bed last night fuzzy with the anticipation of eren’s call the next day, you’d be a lot angrier as you picked up the phone.

“he—”

“turn on the tv, now!” hange’s voice penetrated the receiver so fast, you hardly processed your disappointment at it not being eren.

“huh?”

“find a tv and turn it on!”

hastily, with crust still framing your eyes and blurring your vision, you tucked hange between your shoulder and ear whilst fumbling around the bed for your ever-elusive remote. eventually, you located it at the foot of the bed under the covers. “what channel?” you droned, watching the machine power on with a reluctant press of your finger.

“any news, just hurry.”

mentally, you cursed hange’s sense of urgency as you flicked to and fro between channels until you landed on the first news outlet.

there sat mikasa, in some fancy georgian diner, fervently shoving forkfuls of pie down her throat with only some of the most southern looking women you had ever seen. expensive strings of pearls adorning their necks, heads topped with flashy hats, and purses that were more than likely filled to the brim with bibles and peppermint candies.

just when you were about to doze off again, hange shouted through the receiver once more. “are you watching?”

“yes, i am! god, would you hush?” you hadn’t meant to snap, but if hange had woken you up just to watch mikasa eat pie, you were positive you would kill them.

“well firstly, i have to say that this pie is spectacular. the governor and i will have to make another visit whenever we’ve got a free weekend.” the way she said, the governor and i sent a sharp pang up your backbone. perhaps if you felt such guilt when he had his hands on you, or when he was telling you how pretty you were, you would have more of a backbone to speak of. “secondly,” mikasa continued, “honored as i am to be sitting with such an amazing group of women, i can’t help but feel as though i’m not being as honest as i should be.” at this, you kicked your legs out from the warmth of your comforter and scooted up toward the edge of your bed.

“you see, a couple months ago, eren and i were delighted to find out we were expecting our first child together.” the words left her lips so naturally, you hardly had a moment to be shocked before she was onto the next sentence.

“i mean, delighted is an understatement. we were thrilled. just over the moon. since we’d had trouble conceiving before, our doctor told us not to tell many people, so really no one knew but us. but still, we were just…so happy. we’d made up a whole list of names and everything, y’know. the whole shebang.”

of course, they were happy. over the moon, even. they were supposed to have kids. it was only the natural order of things. boy meets girl. boy marries girl. boy and girl have kids. that is what’s supposed to happen. so why did it feel as though someone had quickly and quietly plunged a dagger through your heart?

so, after he was done picking baby names and cooing over mikasa’s growing stomach, he would sneak off into the night to tell you all those things you were so desperate to hear. and how much could he have meant any of that, really? clearly not much if he had been family planning all the while.

“then around three weeks ago, i miscarried.” at mikasa’s shaky words, a lone tear rolled out from the outer corner of her eye. it was not until one of the women sitting closest to her reached out for her hand that you realized you were now crying, too. “campaigns can be so stressful to get through, and i guess my body just couldn’t handle it.” she sniffled, her grey eyes shining tragically beautiful as ever.

self loathing curled within your gut as if it were nausea. what business did you have crying for a miscarrying woman? it didn’t matter to you when eren was whisking you off into the night on secret dates, so why did it now?

then again, perhaps you weren’t crying for her, but for yourself. that only made you feel impossibly worse.

more women surrounded her at once, offering encouraging hands and fluorescent handkerchiefs. she took one and dotted her eyes with only the most breathtaking humility.

“eren and i, we were just so…stuck.” stuck. you thought back to when he kissed you outside of his party. when he told you what the two of you had meant something. how stuck was he then?

“he even wanted to drop out of the race, but i begged him not to, just because i believed there was no one more fit than him to be president of the united states.” mikasa’s posture straightened, and she pushed a lock of hair back that had flown astray on her forehead. “and i still do.”

news anchor harin lee concluded the broadcast of the conference with a, “there you have it, folks.” and everything that followed was a thick blur.

hange’s voice funneled through the receiver as though they were a thousand miles away. surprisingly, you had managed to keep a hold of the phone. a heavy ringing was what filled your ears and muffled all the other noise.

hange could (sort of) be heard imploring you to stay put and not do anything stupid. though, everything below your waist felt frozen numb, so there wasn’t much room for stupid decisions anyway.

you wordlessly placed the phone on its hook. in the back of your nearly catatonic mind, you wondered how long it would take for him to call you. doesn’t matter, you concluded.

subconsciously, you were working overtime to keep a fresh spring of burning tears from spilling beyond your waterline. sensing the imminent headache, your hand connected with an already opened box of benadryl tucked just behind the vase on your nightstand. you dropped the pink pill on your tongue and pushed it back with a bout of saliva. the plush of your pillow could not hit your head quickly enough, and soon you had successfully forced yourself back into sleep.

you were so gone that ten minutes later, when the long, piercing beep sounded from your phone’s receiver, you were none the wiser. the monotonous voice of the woman inside spoke nonetheless. “you have one unheard message. would you like to hear it?”

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animamii · 3 months ago

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highschoolsweetheart!eren continuing his Justin Bieber dance proposal tradition Sophomore year. The first time had gone slightly viral around your school and garnered a few thousand views. His “Baby” performance had become a running joke among your friends, and you couldn’t set foot in the quad without someone teasing, “When’s the next show, y/n?” You would always laugh it off, even though the memory made your heart flutter. There was something undeniably sweet about the way Eren had thrown himself into it, even if he couldn’t quite hit the choreography like Justin did. After all, your best friend was still that goofy kid who could barely pass Phys Ed.

The Spring dance had finally rolled around, with girls being asked with those cute, cheesy posters with creative puns about favorite movies and such. It seemed like there was at least one dance proposal every passing period. You'd watch, an audible 'awee' and smile on your face as you'd walk by. It started to make you wonder if Eren was going to ask you to the dance again. The two of you weren't officially boyfriend/girlfriend. Still just two best friends who had feelings for each other and too afraid to straight up admit it. Pussies.

Still, you wondered if he would ask. Days pass by, no dance proposal. Not one question out of his mouth asking what color dress you were wearing, not one peep about being extra and renting one of those limo's, even if it is just the spring formal. No hints. No teasing. Eren had been unusually quiet the past few days, which was saying something for a guy whose every thought usually tumbled out of his mouth unfiltered. His odd behavior didn’t go unnoticed by your friends, either. “He’s planning something,” Sasha says, mouth full of pizza, nudging you with a grin. “You just know he’s gonna top last year.”

"I don't think he's gonna ask me this year," you sigh, chin in your palm as you look into the distance. It's lunchtime, with you sitting at your usual lunch table. "Usually he teases me about it and makes a whole spectacle, only able to talk about the dance and how cute we're gonna look. But this time? Radio silence."

Sasha squints at you, chewing thoughtfully. “Hmm, that is weird for Eren. The guy’s basically a walking megaphone when it comes to you.” So much for Sasha trying to reassure you, huh.

“I don’t know,” you mumble, poking at your burrito bowl mindlessly. “Maybe he’s just not feeling it this year. Or maybe he’s, like… over it? I mean, it’s not like we’re…together. Maybe he’s moved on.” You hated how your voice cracked a little at the end.

Mikasa, sitting across from you, raises a brow and lets out a soft snort. “Eren? Moving on from you? Not likely.” Now that had got your hopes up again. Maybe a little too up. Mikasa’s words hung in the air, and you tried not to read too much into them. After all, she was Eren’s sister. She’d know if he was up to something…right? But the doubt didn’t go away. You spent the rest of the day trying to distract yourself with schoolwork and gossip, but your mind kept wandering back to Eren and his strange behavior. He had always been loud, animated, and—when it came to you—unapologetically over the top. It wasn’t like him to hold back, and the change was starting to get under your skin.

The rest of the week crawled by at a snail’s pace, and you couldn’t shake the unease settling in your chest. Eren was still around, still Eren, but he felt distant in a way that was unfamiliar. You hated overthinking—it wasn’t like you had any claim to him—but your mind kept spinning with questions you didn’t dare voice out loud.

On Tuesday, you walked into school bracing for another uneventful day. The Spring dance was now just a few days away, and with every cheesy proposal you passed in the halls, your hope dimmed a little more. Maybe Sasha was wrong. Maybe Mikasa was just being her cryptic self. Maybe Eren really wasn’t going to ask you this year.

By lunchtime, you’d all but convinced yourself that Eren wasn’t going to ask you. Eren’s silence, the lack of his usual over-the-top antics—it all settled heavily on your chest. You tried to convince yourself it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe he was just busy, or maybe this was the year he’d decided to keep things low-key. But even as you repeated those excuses in your head, a small voice whispered doubts. Maybe he really wasn’t going to ask you. Maybe he’d gotten bored of the whole thing. Maybe he’d gotten bored of you.

Sasha was the first to call you out. “You’re sulking,” she said bluntly, mouth full of lasagna as she pointed her fork at you. “It’s not a good look, y/n.” yeah, neither is talking with a mouth full of food.

Your head snapped up, cheeks flushing with indignation. “I’m not sulking,” you protested, though the slump of your shoulders and the way you’d been picking at your pasta suggested otherwise. You always swore you didn't give two craps about silly school dances, yet here you were.

“She’s totally sulking,” Ymir chimed in, pulling her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose to get a better view of that sad puppy dog look you wore. She grinned mischievously, clearly relishing in your discomfort. “Don’t worry, y/n. Maybe someone else will ask you. I hear Marco’s still single.” Historia elbows her girlfriend, giving her that look that mothers give their kids when they say stupid things.

The glare you shot her could’ve melted steel. “Gee, thanks, Ymir. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.” You gave the freckled brunette a sarcastic smile, eyes still narrowed in saltiness.

Sasha snickered, and even Mikasa, who rarely involved herself in your drama, let out a quiet huff of amusement. She was sitting across from you, her expression calm and unreadable as always. But there was a faint glimmer in her eyes that suggested she was finding this whole situation mildly entertaining.

“Leave her alone,” Mikasa said, her voice soft but firm. “Eren’s not dumb enough to let this dance go by without asking her.”

Her words hit like a spark of hope, though you were quick to extinguish it. “He’s been acting so weird lately,” you muttered, pushing your food around your tray. “It’s like he doesn’t even care about the dance this year. Usually, by now, he’s already annoying me with ideas for matching outfits or telling me how he's gonna ask the dj to play our favorite song and I better dance with him.”

“Maybe he’s planning something epic,” Sasha suggested, wiggling her eyebrows dramatically. “Like a flash mob or fireworks. You know Eren, he doesn’t do anything halfway.”

You sighed, dropping your chin into your palm. “Or maybe he’s not planning anything at all,” you said, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. “Maybe he’s just… over it. Over me.”

The table went quiet for a moment, and you instantly regretted saying it out loud. You hated how vulnerable it made you feel, like you were exposing a part of yourself you usually kept hidden. Mikasa was the first to break the silence, letting a laugh of a scoff out with her usual passively amused look.

"Are you intentionally being whiny and delusional?" she said, her brow arching slightly as if the idea was utterly laughable. "Eren could never be over you. Not in this lifetime." Her tone was calm, deliberate, and edged with a certainty that should’ve reassured you. But it only made you feel more exposed.

You glanced at her, searching for any sign of sarcasm or teasing, but Mikasa’s expression was as steady and unshakable as ever. She wasn’t the type to say things she didn’t mean, and yet… doubt still lingered in the back of your mind. She was Eren’s sister, after all. If anyone knew what he was up to, it was her. But would she actually tell you if he was planning something? Or would she keep his secrets, leaving you to wallow in uncertainty?

“Whatever,” you mumbled, averting your eyes and resting your forehead against the table. “Can we please not talk about this anymore?”

The conversation reluctantly shifted, though you could feel your friends exchanging knowing glances. Historia began ranting about something Ymir had done the day before, with Ymir trying to defend herself and Sasha laughing so hard she almost falls over, but their voices faded into the background. You nodded when needed, forced a laugh when necessary, but your heart wasn’t in it. All you could think about was Eren—why he’d been so distant lately and why it stung so much that he hadn’t asked you yet.

Finally, it was the end of the school day, and oh were you ready to go home and demolish some ice cream and watch cheesy prom rom coms to ease (or add to) the pain. Dragging your feet through the school parking lot, your eyes are glued to the asphalt as you half listen to Sasha rambling about being a judge for the school's bake off. That is until you hear a commotion.

"What the hell is that?" Sasha points to a crowd, students bunched up making a spectacle of something. Was it a fight? Some kid get too drunk and start puking? Or another stupidly cheesy dance proposal that would make you feel sick/

"What the fuck is everyone looking at?" You hear Ymir shout as her and Historia walk up behind you. All you can do is shrug, getting on your tip toes to try and get a better view.

You squint, trying to see just what the commotion was. "I can't even tell." The crowd is growing, cheers and laughter echoing across the parking lot. A few phones are already out, cameras flashing as everyone jockeys for the best view. You feel your stomach flip—somehow, you already know this has something to do with Eren.

“Y/n, you better get over there,” Mikasa says, nudging your shoulder with a sly smirk that practically screams I know something you don’t. You don't know where the hell she came from, but you listen.

“What?” you ask, though your legs are already moving, curiosity outweighing your hesitation. You weave through the gathering crowd, muttering apologies as you brush past classmates who are grinning and whispering like they’re in on some huge secret.

And then you see it.

Eren dressed in a black tee, silver dog tag around his neck, gray jeans, and white high top air forces. You already know what song he's about to perform just from the outfit alone. It’s classic Eren— in the middle of a makeshift circle trying to channel Justin Bieber’s vibe but somehow making it infinitely more chaotic. Behind him, Jean's truck speakers blasting the unmistakable opening chords of "Love Me.”

Your jaw drops. "Oh my god." Heart fluttering, you smile. Of course Eren didn't move on. Eren grins when he spots you, his green eyes bright and mischievous. He raises a hand dramatically, signaling the crowd to part just enough for him to lock eyes with you.

“Y/n!” he calls out, his voice carrying over the music. This time he has one of those Bluetooth microphones, pink and lighting up with those cheap RGB lights. “This one’s for you!” In classic Eren fashion, he does a high jump off of the back of Jean's truck bed as he belts out the beginning lyrics.

"My friends said I'm a fool to think that you're the one for me. I guess I'm just a sucker for love~"

His hands form a heart in front of his chest as he does a back shuffle, which you see Jean nodding in approval to, his own feet doing the back step in sync. Connie is sitting on the top of Jean's truck, phone in hand as he waves his phone and nods his head along to the beat. He has another microphone, singing the backing vocals.

" 'Cause honestly the truth is that you know I'm never leavin', 'cause you're my angel sent from above"

Eren's points an arm up to the air before doing a backflip, which he lands.... Barely. The landing is a bit sloppy, with him having to take another step to ensure he doesn't trip or fall. The crowd gasps, but shouts when he shows he's okay.

“Oh my god, he’s insane,” you mumble, burying your face in your hands for a second, though you can’t stop peeking between your fingers. This boy will literally risk almost breaking his neck if it would make you smile.

“Insanely in love with you,” Sasha teases, nudging you with her elbow as she laughs.

“Shut up,” you mutter, though you’re barely paying attention to her. Your focus is entirely on Eren as he jumps back onto Jean’s truck bed, spinning in place as he belts out another verse.

"Baby, you can do no wrong. My money is yours, give you a little more because I love ya!"

Money flutters through the air, Eren tossing two handfuls as he sings the line. It rains down, with students rushing to grab it before they look at it with a disappointed groan and dropping it. You pick some bills up, the green paper saying 'Eren Buckz' with a picture of Eren winking in the middle. Just how much effort did this boy put into this? You giggle and stuff the fake money into your binder's clear front sleeve.

"With me, girl is where you belong. Just stay right here, I promise my dear put nothing above ya!"

Suddenly you're scooped into a folding chair. Looking back, you see Armin give you a sheepish smile as he makes sure you're comfortable in the chair. Eren slides off the truck bed, getting on his knees right in front of you and taking your hand, placing a kiss to your knuckles and a cocky wink. He skips back to the middle just as the chorus starts.

"Love me, love me. Say that you love me."

In tandem Eren, Jean, Armin, and Connie do a little choreographed routine. Hands making hearts on their chests, shuffling their feet in that 2010's fashion. You hear Sasha shouting at Connie, calling him the biggest dork although Connie is feeling himself, winking at some girl who's watching. Armin gets along, busy staring at his feet as he sloppily tries to coordinate his moves with the rest of the boys. And Jean, being the one who most definitely put this dance together, is doing this like it's his second nature, never missing a beat and honestly probably stealing all the thunder.

Then Eren starts to do the damn cat daddy and spongebob, somehow doing it with such swagger that you're actually pretty impressed. His feet move with a liquid swiftness, and he pops his imaginary collar just how Justin does.

“I didn’t teach him that move,” Jean mutters, loud enough for you to hear as he shakes his head and facepalms. Although deep down Jean is proud of his friend's dance moves.

"My heart is blind, but I don't care. Cause when I'm with you everything has disappeared. And every time I hold you near, I never wanna let you go."

Eren pulls you up from your seat, taking your binder and setting it down as he twirls you around. A flurry of giggles leaves your lips as you get dizzy. He catches you, dipping you as he looks at you with those dazzling emerald eyes of his. How could you ever doubt that this boy was over you?

Armin and Connie rush behind you two, pulling out a giant banner painted to say, "Tell me what I wanna hear and say yes to the Spring Fling". It was definitely Mikasa's handiwork, being too neat to be Eren's writing.

“Y/n,” he says, voice soft from singing too loud, but his voice still carries over the music. “Will you let me take you to the dance? Because you’re the only one I’d ever make a fool like this for.” He has the cutest grin on his face, so enamored that the moment is solely you two.

The crowd “aww’s” as the song fades into its final beats. Your heart stutters, heat rushing to your face as every eye lands on you. But there’s only one pair of eyes you care about—bright, earnest green, watching you like you’re the only person in the world.

You can't help but smile, your heart beating a million miles a minute as if you were the one doing the insane dance routine. “Only if you promise to never stop being this ridiculous.”

He wraps you in a dramatic hug, lifting you slightly off the ground as the crowd cheers around you. “Deal,” he says, his voice warm and certain. “Wouldn’t know how to stop even if I tried.”

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Part uno is right hereeee

I literally loveee this series idk why i love high school sweetheart Eren. If y'all have requests, thoughts, head canons send them in so we can swoon over the cutie together. love yalllll

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happybird16 · 1 year ago

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I'm going to make myself cry typing this but here we go..

I think one of the points of Attack on Titan is that humanity is forgetful. Doomed to forget, actually.

Our main cast are heroes, not just the surviving ones. Levi deserves to have statues built of him. The surviving members of the 104th even went on to become politicians, traveling the world to help change things for the better. I have no doubt that they had buildings named after them, streets and parks named after them. There were probably history books specifically dedicated to each and every one of them.

But humans are forgetful.

There were no photos of Eren. He probably only continued to exist in history books, where he was demonized and vilified for decimating the world. By the time their fingers started to get all wrinkly from age, Mikasa and Armin probably forgot what Eren looked like. What he sounded like.

Time passes and humans forget. Statues crumble, buildings rot and fall apart. People forget figures that used to be significant. History books are changed. Even atrocities eventually become dulled in humanities collective memory. Bombs turn everything to dust. Humans are doomed to forget and repeat their mistakes again and again and again.. and I think that's the point.

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itsnathateasy · 2 months ago

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aot characters and "will you be my valentine?"❣️

word count: 1,8k warnings: mentions of alcohol includes: eren, armin, jean, connie, reiner, bertholdt, ymir, levi, hange, erwin a/n: DON’T COME AT ME i’m not really a fan of valentine’s day either, but i hope i did a decent job with this short thingy here hehe! enjoy!

In all honesty, Eren never expected you to ask him to be your valentine and I don’t think he had any plans of asking you either. “We’re already dating, right? We’re each other’s valentines by default!” “Yes, buuut why not make it a little more special?” and then you’d present him with the most ridiculous valentine’s day gift you could lay your hands upon. I’m talking festive underwear, socks with your face printed on them and those silly cards with hearts popping when you open them. Eren isn’t the type to be surprised, let alone show it. But you got him there, and you got him good. He can’t contain his laughter at your silly gifts and he’s honestly so happy to receive them! And even though “you’re each other’s valentines by default” (smh eren🤦) he did get you a gift. It’s been wrapped and waiting for you in your side of the closet, right behind your shoe boxes. Did I mention it’s been in there for the past two weeks or so? Yeah, Eren is so pathetic for you, but he’s trying his hardest not to let it show.

You probably know this already, but Armin asked you to be his valentine in the cutest way. He handmade you a card, a quite elaborate one too, and he wrote a long ass message about how much he loves and appreciates you. He left it on your bedside table for you to find the moment you wake up, because he sadly had to leave earlier than usual. When you texted him a while later that you saw the card and that it was the sweetest thing, he had your favourite coffee and cinnamon rolls delivered to your door with the promise that “there’s more to come, this day is for you only!” The rush he was getting from spoiling you like this was insane. What could you possibly do to top his actions? It was barely 9 a.m. and Armin had already managed to surprise you twice! It made you feel like the gift you got him and the dinner reservations you’d made weren’t good enough. No matter what you’d came up with, he surely had something even greater planned. The troubles of dating a literal mastermind I guess!

Mikasa didn’t want to celebrate valentine’s day. She really didn’t want to. But then she realised you kept giving her hints about gift ideas and that you ‘had a surprise for her’ for that evening and the signs were too overwhelming to ignore. Okay, if it’s that important to you, she’d celebrate it as well. She didn’t really know where to begin at first, but, thank heavens for pinterest, she quickly navigated herself around the do’s and dont’s of valentine’s day. When you came back home, your house looked like a florist’s. Mikasa had bought a bunch of bouquets and pots and she added ribbons and hearts on basically every single item you’d ever owned. “I thought you didn’t like valentine’s day, Mikasa! What’s all this?” You honestly couldn’t believe your eyes! “Are they enough? Should I have gotten more?” For someone who was doing this for the first time, she’d exceeded all expectations!

Now, Jean… WHERE DO I BEGIN?? The boy cooked big time! Bought you a gift. Orchestrated an entire fake emergency to get you to meet him and the most romantic spot in the city and pulled his grand gesture of asking you to be his valentine. He hired drones DO YOU HEAR ME? He wanted you to remember this day! (Even though he keeps pulling grander and grander gestures each year, he wants to document EVERYTHING!). He’s doing his best to recreate scenes taken out from fairytales and plant those core memories inside your brain. He’s probably booked a restaurant too, but, to be honest with you, the entire set up he managed to create, was enough of a gift. It didn’t matter if there was a date afterwards. Waaaait… Why is your house decorated too? And why is it bursting with boxes as if it’s Christmas??? Jean’s gone overboard… AGAIN!

Connie was a bit of an ass this valentine’s date, but you can’t really blame him. He’s seen into the future and he knows his plan is bulletproof. He never asked you to be his valentine and when you asked him (rather late for your liking too, but you were really expecting him to do it first!), he said he had plans with the guys. No, for real. He wouldn’t budge. Said they’d been going over this for days. You were quite upset with him, but whatever. A galentine’s it was! Little did you know he’d made sure to let the girls know about his plan! While you were working on your galentine’s, Connie was preparing a themed date based on your favourite film/show! He’d altered the placing of your furniture (don’t expect juicy time after dinner, his back is killing him), he’s put up themed decorations, has the film/show waiting for you on the tv and even created a three course meal inspired by it! And he made all the drinks himself. Honestly, kudos to him, cause the hours he’d spent checking recipes were endless! You were so upset when the girls 'cancelled' on you last minute. You did the walk of shame home, utterly disappointed and expecting to find it empty, but… You couldn’t have asked for a greater valentine’s date!

You don’t have to ask Reiner, but he won’t ask you either. His actions speak volumes and as soon as he realises you want to celebrate valentine's day, it’s literally game over. He’s got the table set and he’s ordered your favourite. There’s flowers and balloons all over the place and he’s got some soft music playing in the background. Oh and that cute lingerie you spotted the other day while window shopping together? Yeah, that’s kind of been laying on your bed. I wonder who put it there. Reiner has plans to breach that wall, you know? Anyway, he’s being really cute about and he even made you a card! Yes, he diy’ed it! It’s the ugliest effing thing, but it’s also the sweetest valentine’s gift you’ve received in your entire life. Who else would put all this time into a single card? Reiner is acting like a schoolboy when it comes to you and you love him for it!

You and Bertholdt had a silent agreement to celebrate this day, but not go too overboard with it. The last thing you both wanted was to do all those cliché things people do on valentine’s. You’d made reservations at one of your favourite restaurants, that was quite fancy too, and simply treated yourselves to your favourite foods and some good wine. It was a lovely night overall, nothing too crazy about it, but it was the way you both liked it. You were spending time together and that was the most important thing! Except Bertholdt kinda gave in and bought you a heart-shaped chocolate box. And a heart-shaped plushie. But that’s all, he promised! He looked so precious when he admitted to ‘breaking’ his part of the deal, but that cute face was the most memorable part of your evening!

Ymir would celebrate with you, but she’d give you a hard time about it. She was determined to make you regret it. She’d probably do her best to prank you any way that she could by sending you flowers and addressing them to the wrong person or by buying you a box of candy she very well knew you disliked. Now, why would she do that you may ask. She just didn’t want you to expect the actual surprise she’d planned for you. What better way to keep you on your feet, right? And although her pranks weren’t really appreciated (you did fight about that ‘wrong name on the card’ situation) you really didn’t expect the surprise and that made it all the more special! She even baked you a cake and decorated it herself! You honestly thought you weren’t going to celebrate at all! Who would’ve thought that Ymir was simply playing games, right?

I’m so sorry, but Levi would never ask you to be his valentine. Such manifestations of affection were just pointless in his eyes, but that doesn’t mean he’ll refrain from making you happy. He’s just choosing not to participate in such a materialistic, capitalistic WHO SAID THAT holiday. He knows that it’s important to you though, so he makes sure he gives you extra care and attention today. When you returned home, you weren’t really expecting much. You’d bought some chocolate and a special edition valentine’s tea for you and Levi to try. But instead of finding a boyfriend who didn’t want to participate in the trend, Levi was running you a warm bath and had lit up a bunch of pretty candles. You smiled so big when you saw the set up! “Can we also have a cup of tea together?” “But that’s it, do we have a deal?”

Hange was so excited when you asked them! You could tell by how vividly their eyes sparkled, their excitement was the most precious thing! You decided to organise an activity together, you know, in order not to give in into those overconsumption trends. What are you if not against the system, right? You decided to book a day trip to the botanical garden or maybe a local animal sanctuary. And what an idea, because you never thought there’d be so many things to do there! Hange even surprised you with a gift, even though you’d said you wouldn’t get each other any. This gift doesn’t really count though, because they crocheted you a jumper and they spent so much time making it. (They started knitting in early January! Can you believe their dedication!?) When you came back home after a beautiful, yet tiring day, you decided to bake brownies. You hadn’t realised you’d barely eaten during the day and a sweet treat was what you both needed! It was a unique valentine’s date!

Okay, listen, Erwin is upset you asked him. He had it all planned out! Why did you have to be so impatient and ask him to be your valentine first? (He’s not really upset, he just wanted to be the man). And also, let’s be honest here, Erwin is a provider man. You get a little treat for every day leading up to the 14th and, of course, he’s booked a table at your favourite restaurant, bought you the fanciest jewellery and the loveliest attire like??? WHO IS HE? I just KNOW he’s the guy to also leave you a printed invitation on your night stand, telling you where you should meet him for your valentine’s date. He’s the most cliché of them all, but he’s never failed so far, has he? Consider yourself spoiled for the entirety of the week. And who knows, maybe longer even. That’ll depend if you’re good for him I’m afraid.

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aothotties · 9 months ago

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Mommy Chaser pt. 3

Previous Chapters: (1)(2)

Warnings: swearing, masturbation, protected sex, riding, cunnilingus (m & f receiving), biting, fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names, lots of kissing!

Word count: 3.9K

Note: I am SO sorry it took me this fucking long to post this but I hope you all enjoy it!! :)

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“Mika, I don’t want to jinx anything with Eren but he’s damn near perfect.” You gush to your best friend while you pace back and forth.

“Y/N! You must like him if you’re talking like this, are you sure you two haven’t slept together yet?” She asks somewhat playfully, Jean is sitting right next to her waiting for you to answer.

“Ha ha, you know I haven’t slept with him. I can’t lie to you and say I’m not curious though.” You lay on the bed and bite your lip at the memory of your last encounter.

The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils when he wrapped his arms around you for a hug. Or the comforting feeling of his muscular abdomen against your fingertips.

“Are you still there?” You’re drawn out of your daydream by Mikasa and feel heat rush to your cheeks.

“She’s probably thinking about getting dicked down right now.” Jean mumbles and your jaw quickly drops at such a wild, but somewhat true, accusation.

You hear a smack and a yelp from Jean before Mikasa apologizes for his vulgar statement.

“Please ignore him, we’re playing drunk board games and somebody’s having fun.”

You can feel the poor woman’s embarrassment through the phone and let out a giggle to reassure her.

“That sounds like fun, and even though your husband is an idiot…he’s not completely wrong.” You can’t help but admit defeat as more reminders from the other night flood your mind.

“Oh my he’s really on your mind, isn’t he? I say go for it; I’ve known him for a long time and he’s a good guy. You deserve to move on and be happy.” You feel your worries die down the more she speaks, it’s almost like she’s giving you her blessing.

“He’s corny as hell and eats enough for three people!” Jean adds and receives another light smack, this time he pulls Mikasa on top of him.

You laugh and roll your eyes at his drunken words. You stare at the phone in confusion when there’s a lingering silence, soon followed by whispers and giggling.

“Y’all, I’m still here. I’ll call you guys tomorrow night. Love you!”

“We love you more! Let us know how everything goes, Jean!” You hear your friend let out a fit of giggles before the line disconnects.

You swipe over to your messaging app and sigh nervously. Your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a few minutes, you chew on your bottom lip and let out a sigh.

You’re not even sure why you’re so anxious about all of this. Your baby girl is with her grandmother for the weekend, you don’t have to stress about working at all. It’s quite literally the perfect weekend for him to come over.

“It’s now or never.” You mumble to yourself and start typing on the screen below.

You smile at the last message before double-tapping it and leaving a heart. The feeling of the soft mattress and warm blanket have you drifting off.

On the other side of

town Eren is acting like a teenage boy. If he could bounce off the walls in excitement he absolutely would, he’s only slightly ashamed of the bulge in his pants forming. It’s not his fault you’re the most divine woman in his eyes, you’re just so perfect.

The thought of knowing that he’s going to finally get to see all of you, he’ll finally get to touch and squeeze your perfect breasts. All the nights of imagining what you look, feel and taste like have him leaking precum.

He pulls off the suffocating boxers and lets out a hum of relief when the cool air makes contact with his hot tip. A thick hand wraps around the base and drags up, massaging the pink tip each time.

“Y/N” He whines as he rapidly fuck his fist, his free hand grabs the sheets below as he gets close to his release.

His tipping point is the thought of what your tight pussy is going to feel like wrapped around him. The hand grabbing the sheets slaps over his mouth as he moans loudly into his palm.

He falls back onto his pillows and lets out a sigh of relief as he catches his breath. He looks down at the mess on his hand and huffs sleepily.

“Just one more day.” He mumbles to himself while wiping the sticky fluid off himself.

The next day finally rolls around and you’ve never felt more nervous for anything in your life.

“Pull yourself together girl, you’ve had lots of sex before.” You say to yourself in the mirror while gently patting your cheeks.

Your pep talk comes to an end when you hear the doorbell ring, you look over yourself once again in the mirror before shutting the light off.

“Who is it?” You ask as you walk up to the door, a smile forms when you look through the peephole and see Eren on the other side.

“It’s your future husband, open the door, sweetheart.” He responds playfully and you shake your head to refrain from laughing.

You quickly unlock the door and move to the side so he can walk in. He drops his bag on the floor and removes his shoes before pulling you into a hug.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in closer. You take a deep breath and get a whiff of his cologne.

“You smell nice.” You mumble against his chest, he rests his chin on top of your head and hums contently.

“Thank you, I was thinking of you when I bought it. Are you hungry? I brought snacks for us to have.” He sets you back on the ground and you shake your head in response.

“I had lunch not too long ago, I can make you something if you’re hungry.” You politely offer and he’s the one to shake his head.

“I ate beforehand too, and when it’s time to eat dinner will be on me. I’m gonna be treating you today. Now show me one of those movies you were talking about.” He turns you towards the living room and you both sit on the couch.

“It’s called Bridgerton Eren.” You correct him, he playfully rolls his eyes and turns on an episode he’s never seen.

You get comfortable on the couch and cuddle up to Eren. You focus closely on the screen and give your full attention to the show.

In the few months of you two meeting one another, Eren has never understood why you love this show so much.

Maybe it’s the attractive cast members, or maybe it is the plot, he’ll just have to watch and see for himself. That only lasts for a few seconds before his eyes land on your focused state.

He grins at how entranced you are before the sound of moaning catches his attention. His eyes lock onto the TV and he raises an eyebrow.

“So this is what you watch when I’m not here?” He smirks at you and you shake your head.

“Not all the time! Sometimes I watch Modern Family or Brooklyn 99.” You say matter in rebuttal.

He nods his head and hums in response before giving his attention back to the screen. He watches closely as the actors kiss and caress each other so tenderly.

He shifts around on the couch to relieve some of the pressure in his underwear and glances to make sure you don’t notice anything. Thoughts of his hands groping your body and his lips kissing down your neck flood his mind as the scene goes on.

You’re no better, there’s wetness pooling in your panties at the thought of him ravishing your body. Oh, how you long to be able to feel his mouth on yours, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you come from another orgasm.

You look over at Eren and are surprised to see how intensely he’s staring at the television. His Adam’s Apple moves up and down as he Mswallows nervously and keeps his eyes on the screen.

You sit up and hold back a laugh at the blush that forms on his cheeks.

“No I’m good, why are you alright?” He rubs the palms of his hands and his jeans and you nod in response to his question.

“I’m doing great, if you want we can watch something else.” You reach for the remote, he gently grabs your hand and shakes his head.

“You don’t have to do that, it’s fine. I’m fine.” He reassures you with a smile and a pat on the leg.

“You know what's nice about being a mom?” You tilt your head and run your fingers through his hair.

He inhales deeply and hums in relaxation at the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp. He looks over at you and gives you a tired smile, he can’t help but crumble under each stroke of your fingers.

“You can almost always tell when someone’s lying.” You whisper in his ear and watch as he has a full-body shiver.

You place a finger on his lips to silence him. He swallows nervously but refuses to take his eyes off yours.

You find yourself climbing into his lap as if it’s your throne. The finger that was covering his lips traces the outline of his mouth.

He wraps an arm around your waist to pull you in closer, you close the space between you two and press your lips together.

You release his hair from its ponytail and tug gently at his roots, a groan falls from his lips at the sensation and his hands steadily move down your back, they hover above your ass and you pull away from his lips.

“You can touch me Eren, I want you to touch me.” You stroke his cheek with your thumb and he nods his head, he pulls you down by the back of your neck and slides his tongue in your mouth.

This time you’re the one that’s making sounds, you whimper into the kiss when his large hands rub the fat of your ass. His hips buck abruptly and your whimpers turn into moans, you can feel his hard cock against the fabric of your shorts.

Your hands grab at his shirt, urging him to take it off quickly. He gets the hint and pulls away from your lips to remove it. You bite your lip at the sight of his body from under you, you can’t help but trail a finger down his abdomen.

“Don’t be shy baby.” He teases and takes your hand trailing it down his body at a teasingly slow pace.

He smirks at how shy you’ve suddenly become, only watching his body and no longer making eye contact. He takes your hand and stops the movements at the waistband of his pants, you gulp and feel heat rush to your cheeks.

“Do I make you nervous, pretty girl?” He chuckles and tilts your chin upwards so that you’re both face to face.

You shake your head and take the opportunity to massage the outline of his dick through his sweatpants.

He hisses in pleasure and throws his head back against the couch, you experiment by replacing your hand with a roll of your hips.

“Fuck baby, do that again.” His hands help your hips grind back and forth, you fall forward and smash your lips on his.

He smirks against your lips as your moans get louder with each buck of your hips. He pulls back from your lips and raises your tank top, he leans forward and takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Eren!” You gasp in pleasure and dig your nails into his shoulder. He groans at the sting and gently bites down on the bud.

Your fingers tangle in his hair and you fear that you might come in your pants if he doesn’t let up, not like he would mind that anyway.

He pulls away and places a gentle kiss on your breast before taking the other bud into his mouth to give it equal attention. Your back arches and you feel more of your arousal soak into your panties, you know for a fact that there’s a wet spot on Eren’s pants.

Eren feels like he’s in heaven with the feeling of your hands in his hair and your clothed cunt grinding against him. He pulls off of your nipple with a pop and falls back onto the couch, he takes a moment to catch his breath.

“I’m not too much for you, am I?” He asks in all seriousness, you give him a genuine smile and shake your head in return.

“No Ren, not at all. If I’m uncomfortable then I’ll let you know.” You reassure him and press your forehead against his, craving the feeling of being as close to him as possible.

“I’m gonna touch you now if that’s okay?” He plays with the waistband on your shorts as he waits for an answer.

You permit him by moving next to him so you can slide your shorts and panties down simultaneously.

You move to sit back in his lap and he quickly stops you. He lays you back against the pillows on the couch and looks over your body.

“I want to get a good look at you first.” He praises, his eyes take their time as he scans every inch of your body. His dick hardens in his pants at the sight of your wet cunt right in front of him.

“Just a quick taste, yeah?” He asks more himself than you, he spreads your legs and makes eye contact with your heat.

His pink tongue licks a gentle stripe up your clit and you shudder at the feeling. After the positive reaction, he dives deeper into your cunt, and your hands immediately grab the couch.

His large hands securely grip your thighs and his tongue darts in and out of your dripping hole.

Your back arches off of the couch in response to the immense pleasure between your legs. He moans into your cunt as your juices flow down his throat, he rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb and watches you squirm around.

“E-Eren!” You gasp as you feel your orgasm creep up on you. Eren replaces his tongue with his fingers and licks your sweetness off his lips.

“You gonna come on my fingers, baby? Go ahead, princess.” His long fingers curve upward and you grab his wrist with a sense of urgency.

“I'm gonna cum Ren, f-fuck I wanna cum on you!” He pouts when you stutter and nips at your exposed neck, he places kisses up your neck and stops at your ear.

“You will baby, I want you to cum on my fingers too. I want you nice and wet for me.” He pulls you closer with his free hand and pumps his fingers at a quicker pace.

You pull him into a kiss and moan against his lips as you release on his hand, you bite his lip as you pull away and he removes his fingers from your cunt.

He slides a finger into his mouth and closes his eyes as he saviors your sweet nectar. You copy his actions and suck on his middle finger, making sure to maintain eye contact with him.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He says jokingly, his dick on the other hand jumps when you pull off of his finger.

“Not quite yet, I still have to return the favor.”

You press against his chest and undo the tie on his pants, your fingers drag along his thighs as you pull his pants and boxers off.

You watch in awe as his dick springs free and rests on his stomach. You wrap a hand around the base of his cock and massage the base, he sighs in pleasure at the feeling of your soft hand against his warm skin.

His eyes widen when your thick lips wrap around his sensitive tip, he looks down to see your brown eyes staring into his green ones.

You mentally pat yourself on the back at the look of deep pleasure displayed on his face. You take more of him into your mouth and relax your throat with each inch you

Eren gathers some of your hair and holds it up

into a makeshift bun, he hisses and watches you in admiration.

His eyes close tightly and he finds himself gripping the cushions on the couch. The feeling of your wet tongue massaging the veins on his dick has him seeing stars.

His grip on your hair tightens after you fully take him down your throat. Your moans send vibrations to his dick that spreads pleasure throughout his entire system.

“Fuck baby girl, you take me so well.” His grip loosens on your hair and he guides your lips up and down his shaft.

You moan at the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue, you take a look at the man above and squeeze your thighs at the imagery.

His head is thrown against the back of the couch, his chest heaving up and down as little pants leave his pink lips. His abs flex with each suction of your lips, and his pretty brown hair falls in his face when his eyes meet yours.

You give him a slight smile and he flashes you a weak one in return, he gently pulls you off his cock and back into his lap. He closes the gap between you both with his lips and sighs into your mouth. He pulls your shirt off and throws it somewhere in the living room.

You moan passionately as his soft hands roam your body so freely and delicately. He pulls away to catch his breath and gives you a small laugh.

“Not to ruin the moment, but there’s condoms in my bag.” He rubs your thigh with his thumb and you nod in remembrance.

“Oh shit, yeah you’re so right. Duh!” You ruffle through his book bag until you find the small aluminum package.

Tearing it open with your teeth, you raise your hips so you can properly slide it on him. He bites his lip and more precum can be seen dripping from his tip as the condom goes on.

You throw a leg over his waist and hold onto the back of the couch to maintain balance. He rests his hands on your hips and massages the skin to ease any nerves.

You lower yourself slowly and gasp at the feeling of his tip nudging its way through your entrance. Eren helps guide you down his shaft at a slow pace, his fingers grip your hips tighter and you moan at the stretch.

“T-take your time pretty girl. We’ve got all day.” He rubs your cheek with his thumb as your thighs tremble with each inch your pussy swallows.

You nod your head and focus on getting as much of his thick cock inside of you as you can. Erens mouth falls open at the way your tight heat sucks him in with each movement. You finally bottom out after a few more seconds of pacing yourself, he tangles his fingers with your manicured ones and kisses your hands.

“You okay?” He wraps a finger around one of your coils and you nod your head in return, he leaves small pecks on your cheeks to ease your mind.

“You’re a lot um, t-thicker than I imagined.” You sheepishly confess this brings a smirk and chuckle from the man below you.

“Is that so baby? You’re telling me my confidence didn’t give it away.” He teases, you hit his chest and he thrust upward in retaliation.

The sensation of his thick tip hitting your sweet spot draws a sultry moan from you.

“How do we get that sound to happen again?” He experimentally bucks his hips again from under you, you dig your nails into the couch at the stretch from his cock and the pleasure it’s bringing to your body.

“ ‘Ren! F-feels so good.” You throw your head back as you bounce up and down in his lap.

The green-eyed man below you watches in content as you set the pace and fuck yourself silly on his hardened cock. Jolts of pleasure course through his veins, and his heart rate speeds up with each movement of your hips.

“ c’mere beautiful.” He pulls you into another kiss and pistons his hips upward to fuck against your g-spot.

He holds you in by the back of your neck when you squirm in pleasure, your whines are swallowed by his groans which only egg him on further.

On your end, you feel another orgasm building up in your lower stomach. The feeling of satisfaction is drawn out of you each time his thick cock head taps your cervix. Your gummy walls draw him in more each time he fucks into you.

“I-I’m gonna come Eren! Please don’t s-stop.” You cry out as your second release quickly hits you, you fall limp against his lap and his thrust keeps you moving.

“Am I too much baby? You’re such a pretty girl.” He compliments you and watches as you try to weakly bounce atop him.

You shake your head and whimper as you climax against him yet again.

“I didn’t even do anything that time, I didn’t realize my sweet girl was so sensitive.” He playfully pouts and kisses your cheek delicately.

“ m-my legs are tired Ren.” You huff and he nods while giving you a sympathetic nod in return.

“ ‘s okay mama, let your man take care of you, just a little bit longer like this. You feel so good.” He praises through gritted teeth.

He has you wrap your arms around his shoulders while he holds the sides of your hips. He massages your smooth skin with his palms before controlling the speed of your hips, a low growl leaves his lips as your cunt drips down his eager cock.

“Oh my god, yes yes fuck!” You cry out as your climax rushes upon you again.

Any moans that Eren was holding fall out of his mouth as you clench and cream all over his thick shaft. He pumps his cock into you a few more times to ride out your orgasm before pulling out abruptly.

“Can you handle a little more baby?”

That was the last thing you remember before you awake from a deep slumber. The room around you is dimly lit by your bedroom lamp, which you didn’t even realize you made it to…

Your thoughts are interrupted by Eren peeking his head in the door with a bright smile. You return the gesture and signal for him to join you on the bed.

“Did you get enough rest? You were out for like 2.5-3 hours.” He holds back a laugh as you look away in embarrassment.

“Yeah, I think I’m well rested.” You let out a yawn and groan loudly as you stretch, your head turns to look at the time and your eyes widen.

“8:30?!? Eren you came over at like 1:45! Oh my god, are you hungry?” You rush out of bed and head to your kitchen, only to be surprised by takeout on the table.

“I told you, dinner and everything else today was on me.” You hear from behind you, you turn around and cross your arms.

“Well, don’t you just have the answers to everything?” You walk up to him and smile.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Ari

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