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seeingivy · 1 year ago

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historic wins

actor!eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting series

content: mentions of implied SA/uncomfortable agent, nothing else too serious. reader has anxiety before performing, eren being sick in love, baddie moment

an: when I tell you writing this chapter took ten years of my life, it really did. i literally had the worst day ever regardless BUT i regurgitated out and i can't tell if i hate it bc my mood is bad or bc its actually bad if its bad let all just collectively close our eyes please bc it ACTUALLY gave me a tension headache FDSFDSF

previous chapter

You knock on the door, the stress sitting on your shoulders, as you hear rustling behind the frame. When it swings open, you’re met with Marco and Reiner answering the doors, the two of them swiftly pulling you in and slamming the door shut behind you.

“Did anyone see you when you came in?” Reiner asks, his hand still pulling you up the stairs.

“No. Was-is there someone there or-”

“Paparazzi. They’ve been swarming since yesterday, we've barely been able to leave as it is.” Marco responds.

They drag you up the stairs and both push open the first white door open. You’re met with five pairs of eyes staring you down. Eren, Connie, Mikasa, Ymir, and Historia - who looks downright horrible.

You figured it was bad. You had seen the headlines on your way down - saying Historia was canceled, her trending on Twitter, her socials getting blocked. And you always thought that situations like this were sensationalized when you weren't famous, something horrible to go through. But it’s worse than you expected.

She looks sick.

Her complexion is pale green, her eyes rimmed red, and her hair is tangled into such a mess at the top of her head that it’s making your stomach turn.

The Historia you know - glimmering blue eyes, soft blow-dried hair - is no comparison to the downright ghost you’re looking at now. And the worst part of it all is her expression.

Broken. Defeated. Crushed.

You walk forward, opening your arms for her to sink into, and she immediately breaks out into sobs. She’s crying into your shoulder, her salty tears making a home against your skin and her cries so loud they're giving you goosebumps. You can see the rest of them behind you - Mikasa and Ymir sharing a knowing look - as Historia lets go and crawls back into the middle of her bed.

You take a seat next to Eren on the floor, the two of you crisscrossed against her pale pink walls. He links his hand with yours as you plop your head onto his shoulder.

“Is that everyone?”

“Yeah, Hisu. The rest of them couldn’t get off and Levi and Hange are on their way now.” Ymir responds, her hands making small circles into her back.

“Okay. I-I appreciate you coming, even when everyone hates me right now.”

“We could never hate you, Hisu. Ever.” Eren responds the tone definitive, angry, and firm. It only occurs to you now that you’ve never really seen Eren like this - his shoulders tensed up, the look in his eyes burning hot instead of softly warm.

“I know, I just-”

“No one could ever make us change our mind about you, Historia. The shit they’re saying doesn’t even sound like you. Why would you randomly fire your agent when you’ve literally loved him for years?” Reiner responds.

Historia’s face pales at the mention of her agent, the reaction catching all of you off guard. Eren pulls his arm around your shoulder as you both slump farther down the wall, the anticipation, the anxiety of what Historia’s about to say so palpable it makes your throat dry.

“I did fire my agent.” Historia chokes out.

You remember her agent well, from when you met him at the season two premiere. He was a tall guy, with chocolate brown hair and a fair amount of wrinkles. He couldn’t be much older than your own parents, but he was always the biggest supporter of Historia. The first person in line to brag about her, about how amazing her career has been, how many credits she has for how old she is.

“Why?” Connie asks.

Historia takes a deep breath, her head in her hands and her voice shaky as she starts explaining.

“I was set to act in Endless Love, that big movie being produced at the end of winter. I had gotten the lead role and I found out on my birthday, while I was still filming that limited series. I-I threw a big party to celebrate the fact that I was turning eighteen, that I was getting my dream roles, that my work was finally coming to fruition and-”

She pauses, leaning back on her bed as she screeches it out of her voice. And what she says hangs in the air, making your head feel like solid metal.

“The party ended and he was…congratulating me on everything. And I told him that I appreciated everything he had done for me, how far he had helped me come. And when-when I said that, he said…if I was really grateful, I’d give him a kiss.”

You pause, the implication sticking in your mind. Eren had hinted it to you before. That people in the industry take advantage, that they’re so powerful, so successful that it makes them feel entitled, deserving of whatever it is they please.

“I fired him. He went on Twitter, made a few tweets about my character when the news broke and you know how he is. They’re-they’re dragging my name through the mud. Calling me spoiled, that I paid to get the roles that I had, calling me names, sending me death threats and I-”

“You don’t have to worry about that. Levi and Hange will be here any minute and you know they’ve had their fair share of this. Hange especially and they’ll know what to do and-” Ymir starts.

“This is career-ruining. I didn’t do anything- anything at fucking all and my career is over if I tell the truth. I have to stay quiet, put my head down, and take it all if I still want to do this and I do.”

You all sit quietly, head down as she pants, the words angrily spilling out of her mouth. The words hang in the air, the silence deafening. Because what do you even say to that?

Can you really compromise your own feelings for the sake of your career? Your art?

“Okay, Historia. Let’s talk, just us, okay?”

You all turn your heads to find Levi and Hange leaning against the doorframes, Erwin standing at the back too. You all stand up, Historia running first to Hange and the rest of you following suit. You and Eren reach for Levi first, squeezing him way too hard. Levi ruffles both of your hair as you look up at him, a soft smile pressed against his face.

“Okay, run off. Let us talk to Historia first, okay?”

You both nod, letting go of Levi as you walk down the hall.

“Levi?”

“Hm, Y/N?”

“I missed you.”

“Don’t be corny, brat.” Levi responds, glaring at you. You smile back and he most definitely murmurs something that sounds like I miss you too as you and Eren walk out.

The lot of you settle for milling around the kitchen, Mikasa talking Ymir down from her hill of rage in the back. You can’t help but watch Eren in the back corner, leaning against the counter with his eyes fixed on the outside.

There’s a group of stormy, angry-looking gray clouds simmering in the air above, the grass outside lush and green. It’s positively gloomy, the weather matching the storm brewing in all of your heads.

Eren flicks his eyes over at you, making a gesture for the two of you to go outside. You nod, setting down your phone as you walk over to him, the two of you sliding open the side door and walking out onto the pavement. Historia’s house opens up onto a nice green field, surrounded by lush, flowery hills.

He’s walking faster than you, his long legs carrying him to the closest slope. When the breeze picks up, it’s moving through your hair strongly and sending a shiver down your spine with it.

“Are you cold?”

“Just a little, Eren. I didn’t realize it would be this cold outside.”

He immediately shrugs off his dark green hoodie, the one you’ve seen a hundred times, and yanks it over your head. He’s placing it over your head haphazardly and you can hear him laughing at your protests.

“You know, you could have at least aimed for my head when you yanked it on me.”

“Be quiet. Let’s sit.”

He plops down onto the grass, lying flat against the flowers as you join him. You’re both watching the clouds swirl above, the blades of grass whistling in the wind against your hands.

“This is lying down, Eren.”

“Oh, shut up. Do you always have to talk back?”

You turn your head to the side, looking into his eyes.

“Maybe a little bit.”

He rolls his eyes, turning his head back to the sky. You can tell he’s more tense than usual, his jaw clenched against his skull and his eyebrows knit in irritation.

“Are you okay, Eren? You've seemed off today and-”

“Quit asking me that!”

You’re thrown off by the immediate rejection, the tone in his voice so angry it nearly makes you flinch. You can feel your skin burning - in embarrassment and humiliation for asking him something stupid-

His hand comes down on yours, squeezing three times, as he shifts over to face you. You follow suit, the two of you lying on your sides, face to face with your interlocked hands in between you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I-I’m not mad at you. Marco and Connie, they’ve just been asking all day and I’m okay and it’s just getting tiring to-”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I-I can never be mad at you, I just-just got frustrated for a second, but never at you.”

You lift your hand, placing it on his ice-cold cheek, and squeeze once.

“It’s okay, Eren. I know,” you whisper.

He gives you a smile, closing his eyes as he leans his head against the flowers. They’re pale yellow and you silently wonder if they’re as soft as Eren’s skin feels under your hand.

“I’m not okay, Y/N.” he whispers.

“Want to tell me about it?”

“I-I have a brother.”

“Zeke. I remember, Eren.”

“We-we don’t really get along anymore, but I loved him when I was a kid. He was always so cool - driving me around in his car to get ice cream, teaching me tricks on all the video games I used to play, and acting in all these really cool shows. But, he-he”

You place a hand on his shoulder, moving it back and forth and trying your best to comfort him into talking. Eren was always the worst with words.

“He had a scandal like this. And then he started talking to all these big producers, acting differently all of a sudden. He stopped talking to me all together after it all happened and only to my parents when he needed something. Even to this day, he’s come back from what happened but he was never the same. And I-”

“That’s not going to happen to Historia, Eren. Don’t think like that.”

He leans forward, dragging you into his embrace, as he digs his face into the crook of your neck. You bring your hands up, dragging him through the tresses of his brown hair as he squeezes harder.

“It just-I got iced out by him. I wanted to be around him, wanted to be him and he just stopped talking to me all together. I loved him so much and I-

“Eren. Historia loves you. She’s not going to ice you or any of us out from this because she’s not like that. None of us will. And maybe your brother had a reason for what he did.”

You and Eren stay like that for a few minutes, the words hanging in the air between you. You can feel your chest stinging at Eren’s words, his stress from the situation making more sense now. You curse the fact that Eren might have been dealing with something like death threats, people spewing hatred before he was old enough to even understand what it meant.

“Hey. You’re supposed to be on my side, Y/N.”

“This is being on your side. Sometimes that means being a devil's advocate a little bit, Eren.”

He rolls his eyes as he readjusts and you can’t help but stare at them. His eyes. Bottle green, with specks of darker shades in the middle. Like a clear ocean or a shiny gem, glittering even in the dull light of the clouds.

“What are you thinking, Y/N?”

“Your eyes have lots of colors, Eren. Pretty greens.”

“Pretty?”

“Pretty.”

He smiles, bringing a hand up to your cheek, his thumb tracing the shape of your lips. You can feel your body burning at the touch, at his eyes, at his smell all over you.

“Eren. What are you do-”

“Do you ever think about how we live in a fishbowl?”

“A fishbowl?”

“Like an aquarium. We’re fish on display, that everyone gets to point at and laugh at and enjoy. And then one day, when they don’t like us, they put their rods out and wring us out.”

“I guess, Eren. Why do you-”

“I like being a fish with you.”

You lean back, squinting your eyes at him.

“You like being a fish with me?”

“I just mean- that I- I like”

“You think I smell like a fish, Eren.”

“What? I didn’t say that- oh my god, I just meant that we’re two fishes swimming together and-”

“The plural of fish is fish. Not fishes.”

Eren rolls his eyes, getting up off the grass to tackle you in the grass, pinning you down by your arms to hover over you. He’s smirking at you, his lips only a few feet from yours.

“You’re annoying, Y/N. I was trying to be cute.”

“Let me go. Is this how you treat your fellow fish?”

“Shut up. We’re not fish together anymore because you’re rude.”

He gets up off of you, plopping back into the grass next to you. You’re both laughing, your cheeks hurting from smiling so hard and the blood rushing to your head.

“I’m just teasing, Eren. The whole fish thing is cute.”

“Now you’re just saying that so I’ll stop being mad at you.”

“Hey! I get what you’re saying. It’s like…we’re fish. People stare and talk and whatever and it sucks. And no one really understands what it’s like to be a fish, even when they’re staring at us through the glass, but you do. They’ll always be something between us and them, but you and I are always on the same side. We-we have each other.”

He smiles, bringing his hand back up on the back of your neck and pulling you closer to his face. When he talks, he whispers, the breath tickling your skin.

“So if you got the fish thing why were you giving me so much attitude about it?”

“I have to keep you in line, Eren. You can’t have all the cards.”

“I don’t even have one, Y/N. Not even one when it comes to you.”

He smiles, his eyes shut as he leans forward to press his lips to yours. But before he can, his phone starts buzzing behind him and he leans back, the two of you awkwardly scrambling off of each other.

The moment passed.

“Reiner. This better be something fucking good.”

“What? Okay, we’re coming back now. Oh my god.”

Eren stands up, holding out a hand to you. You place your hand in his and he nearly yanks you up, the two of you running downhill back to the house.

“What-what happened?”

“The TV awards. They announced the nominations.”

When you both run back in, Reiner and Marco immediately drag you to the center couch, next to Historia who's crying puddles and Ymir who's holding her like there’s no tomorrow.

“Hisu got a nomination. Despite this shit.” Reiner says, smiling.

You and Eren smile at each other too, piling onto Ymir and Historia, and squeezing hard. A win.

When the program starts again, you’re all staring intently at the screen, you and Eren anxiously fumbling with each other’s hands as you wait for it. They’ve announced almost all of them, except the major acting ones which are the only ones you and Eren could really be nominated for.

“Speaking of historic nominations, lead actor for hit series Attack on Titan, Eren Jaeger, has garnered three nominations - including a major six category for Actor in a Lead Role. He is the youngest person to be nominated for this award.”

You turn your head, squeezing the entire circulation out of Eren’s hand as the realization sinks in. Actor in a Lead Role. Like Eren’s lifelong dream, Actor in a Lead Role. You reach forward, tangling your arms around his neck as Reiner and Mikasa pile on too, the three of you nearly strangling him by the way you’re shaking him.

“Okay, okay let me go. You’re going to kill me before I can even go to the show and lose.”

“Shut up. You’re so winning.”

He rolls his eyes at you both keep watching the lady, announcing the costume design and casting awards.

“And finally, our record-breaking announcement. Lead actress for the hit series Attack on Titan, Y/N L/N, has broken history by being our most nominated actress in Institute history. Including nominations for the ensemble cast, she has garnered five nominations, including two major six categories for Actress in a Lead Role and Breakout Actress. She is the first non-SHWA affiliated actress and the youngest to ever do so.”

Eren drops the remote and turns to you, cupping your face in his hands and dragging your face as close as he can to his.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You-you’re insane. You just-”

He nearly leans forward, pressing your lips together for the second time in the past twenty minutes, but Marco and Mikasa cut him off before you can, the two of them jostling you from his embrace to squish you in a hug. You give Eren an apologetic look, which he shakes his head at.

They’re all squishing you so hard - Levi and Hange pressing kisses to the top of your head and Historia squeezing the life out of all of you - but all you can think about is one thing. Eren, standing a few feet away from you, smiling at you like you’re the sun.

It only occurs to you then and there.

That you’re in love with Eren Jaeger.

You guys leave on your press tour two weeks later, meeting up in New York. You have a full day of interviews for the pre-awards show the day before and then you’re all going to fly out to Los Angeles together and attend the awards.

Not only are you nominated for six awards - which you still haven’t wrapped your head around - you’re also performing at the show. Your agent had reached out to you a few days after the nominations list went out and mentioned that you were listed to perform at the show.

You hacked it out with Eren. You’d play the piano and perform New Year’s Day, the song you wrote together last year on your birthday, and be done with it. It’s the song you have the most practice working on since the rest of your songs are half-baked.

But now that you’re doing press, you barely have any time to practice - being stuck between interviews all day. You shake the thought from your head as you and Eren clip your microphone jacks to each other’s shirts before walking onto the stage and standing in view.

“My name is Eren Jaeger and I’m one of the leads of Attack on Titan.”

“My name is Y/N L/N and I’m the other lead of Attack on Titan. We’re going to be taking a Friendship Test today!”

Around halfway through the interview, the crew brings you and Eren little notepads and pens, instructing you guys to compliment each other. You scribble a few thoughts down as you and Eren stand on the stage, now facing each other.

“Okay, you first, Eren.”

Eren flips the notepad in his hands, awkwardly fumbling with his fingers when he does. When he looks up, his green eyes are awkwardly meeting yours.

“Jeez, Eren. I didn’t realize it would be this hard for you to compliment me.”

“Shut up. I was just thinking about how to start.”

“More like thinking of what to say.”

“Be quiet.”

“Okay, okay. Compliment me, Jaeger.”

He rolls his eyes, giving you a smile as he runs his eyes over the notepad. He seems much more at ease now, the awkwardness from before coming off in waves.

“Y/N. I am the most stubborn person on the planet. Which only speaks volumes about how patient, understanding, and compassionate you really are for being my best friend.”

You can feel your throat getting dry and your eyes welling with tears at literally the first sentence, taken aback by how sincere Eren’s being. The soft eyes, the one he only reserves for when he’s lying down on hills or writing songs with you on the piano are out in the flesh, and they’re making your heart pound so much you’re sweating under the lights.

“You’ve always been able to sense my feelings - my happiness, my frustrations, my pain - without me having to tell you. And you always, always know how to say the right thing to bring me back down to Earth from it all. You make me a better person and I love you for it.”

You can feel the tears streaming down your eyes as reach up to wipe your tears away, knowing you’re smudging the makeup your team spent hours on.

“You’re not terrible to look at either.”

He smiles into the camera on the side and you can feel the tears spilling from your eyes, your nose filling with snot.

“Eren.”

“Told you it was good.”

“Shut up. That was so sweet, I didn’t even know you knew half of those words, let alone what they mean.”

Eren reaches forward, rolling his eyes at you as he squishes your cheeks.

“I literally just called you the best person I know and you’re still being annoying?”

“Yes. It’s a full-time job.”

He turns to the camera, moving your squished face towards the camera with him.

“Do you guys see what I have to deal with? My girl is literally the most stubborn person on the planet.”

“Didn’t you call me infinitely patient five seconds ago?”

You both stand back on your marks as you wipe your tears, reaching forward to hold Eren’s hand. You squeeze three times, which he returns with another three squeezes, before you take your own notepad and read your compliment out to Eren.

“Eren. I wouldn’t be standing here if it wasn’t for you. Not only because you took a chance on me after our first screen test, but every other hiccup along the way was only something I could swallow because of you. You-your steadfast determination and belief in me is something so inspiring, so warm unlike anything else. You’ve always been a safe place for me, somewhere I can always run to when I need someone. I’m so glad we can always be fish together.”

Eren smiles at the fish line, leaning forward to crush you in a hug. You can smell the clean laundry smell on his shirt, breathing it in as you soak in Eren’s embrace around you.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hey Eren.”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too, Eren.”

After the interview is over, you and Eren are stuck on this stage for another hour before the rest of the cast comes to do another interview. You both stay in the back, near the snack table and run through the song again.

“Eren.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t know why I got signed up to perform at this thing. I-I don’t think I’m ready to perform this song yet.”

“You are. New Year’s Day is a great song and you’re an amazing singer. Plus, the person you wrote the song about is really attractive, so that helps your case too.”

You reach forward to flick his cheek.

“Shut up. New Year’s Day is not about you.”

“I’m literally your inspiration. You literally wrote a love song about me.”

“You wish, Eren.”

“I don’t have to. I can see it written all over your face, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart? When did you become so cocky?”

“When did you become so beautiful?”

“Eren.”

“Y/N.”

You’re both cut off by one of the crew members, a shorter, older woman standing near the table with her eyes fixed on you. She smiles when you guys both turn towards her, extending her out.

“Hi. My name is Le-”

“Leila. I remember. You helped us fix the microphone packs before we started!” you respond.

“Oh. Yes, Leila. I can’t believe you remembered that. I-I was going to ask you for a favor if that’s okay.”

“Sure. We’d love to help however we can.”

“My daughter. She’s a really, really big fan of the show. I was wondering if we could take a picture together so we could send it to her.”

You smile, gesturing to Eren to stand up with you as you take a picture with her. You and Eren are both taller than her so you put your hands around her shoulders and muster the biggest smiles you can for the picture.

“Are you sure you didn’t want us to make a video of us saying hi to her or anything? Or maybe call her if she’s free? If there’s a paper here we can sign something as well or anything you want.” you ask.

“Oh, I couldn’t impose. You guys have been so kind already and-”

“Nonsense. Eren and I are just going to sit here and I’d really love to help make her day. You work so hard day and night on these sets for us and make sure everything works by the time we get here and we really, really appreciate it.”

You and Eren end up filming a video for her daughter since she’s already asleep so you can’t call her, and you and Eren also sign a few posters for her to take home to her daughter.

“Y/N. Just so you know, you’re amazing. My daughter was so inspired when you signed yourself up to perform at the awards show after you openly talked about how nervous it makes you. You actually gave her the courage to sign up for a dance team at her school and she actually made it on the team now. My point is you’re a big inspiration to everyone and the strides you’re making for all of us don’t go unnoticed.”

She gives you both one last hug as she runs off back to the other side of the set, giving you a smile as she leaves. Eren brings his hand around your shoulder, leaning forward as he smiles at you.

“You hear that, Y/N? You’re an inspiration.”

“It’s weird to hear that, Eren. I remember being that kid watching Hange win on the screen when I was little. And if I win-”

“When. When you win.”

“If I win, it’s weird to think that I could be that for someone else.”

“You’ve always been that way. People are just noticing it now.”

“Do you have to sign yourself up to sing for the awards, by the way? Because…I never even told my agent that I had written a song. She just told me that I would be performing and then I started prepping.”

“Yeah. You have to send a demo for them to accept the performance.”

You lean back, even more confused than you were before. There’s no demo of New Year’s Day. How could they accept your performance if there’s no record of you singing it? How could they even know you wrote a song when the only person who knows you even finished it was Eren?

Eren.

“What did you do?”

“Hm?”

“You did something, Eren. What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Eren.”

“Maybe, I took the sheet music and recorded a demo of me singing it. And convinced them that it would sound even better when you did it, because it’s your song.”

You smack him across the shoulder.

“You signed me up to sing the song? In public, on live television?”

“The song is good. You’re a phenomenal singer. And you can’t become a triple threat unless people hear you sing.”

You stand on the other side of the curtain, shiny and gold, as you readjust your dress one last time. You take a deep breath as you give a smile to Marco and Jean, who are right behind you, squeezing your arms.

“You’re good. You look great and you’re going to kill it tonight. And Eren just walked out on the carpet so he’ll be right there.” Marco says, smiling brightly at you.

You nod, giving the two of them a smile back, as you part the curtains and walk out onto the red carpet. You can feel your ankles shaking from the heels you were wearing, making sure to walk slowly so they didn’t tangle with the long, purple billowing fabric of your dress. As you turn to the right, you’re immediately blinded by the flashing lights and the sound of screaming from the photographers on the other side of the red carpet.

The lights are so blinding that you can feel yourself squinting, trying your hardest to muster a smile with your eyes closed. You can already feel the embarrassment coming on from how these pictures are going to trend later, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Put these on.”

You turn to the left to see Eren, his hair messily styled to perfection. He’s holding up sunglasses, a matching pair in his hand as well. You both place them on your nose, garnering a big amount of cheers from the paparazzi as you both pose together, Eren’s hand around your waist.

“How did you know?” you whisper under your breath.

“You can barely handle Armin’s Polaroid. You get used to the flashes, but the first time it’s hard to adjust. And this is a big night, so I had to make sure I had a contingency plan.” he says.

“Always thinking ahead, huh?”

“Only for you, sweetheart.”

All you can think about is the awards, the performance, and the anxiety building in your stomach with every passing second. You force a smile as you both walk down the carpet, stopping every few seconds to take pictures and smile. At one point, Eren stands in front of you in the camera, blocking the view.

“What a picture, Eren. You really want them to get a shot of your ass?”

“No. Your dress. It’s kind of sliding off the side.”

You look down, realizing that in all the movement and sweating you’re doing under the lights, that one of the clasps keeping the fabric in place came undone. You quickly tuck the clasp back together and look up to shoot Eren a smile.

“Thanks. You just saved me from flashing everyone on the carpet.”

“That doesn’t sound too horrible, doll.”

You and Eren turn around to find Sukuna and Nobara standing at your side, the two of them wrapping their arms around you and pressing a kiss to your cheeks. Eren immediately yanks Sukuna off, his arm stiff around Sukuna’s shoulder.

“You never get less annoying, do you?” Eren asks.

“Not really, no.”

“You look really pretty, Y/N. We’re really rooting for you, we want you to win.” Nobara says, her hands squeezing yours.

“Don’t get your hopes up. These types of things are kind of a long shot, Kugi.”

“We know. Doesn’t stop me from rooting for you though.”

You smile, leaning to take a picture with her before the four of you walk off to the side, continuing your conversation.

“Where are Yuu and Maki? I haven’t seen them since they started dating and stopped responding to my texts.”

Sukuna and Nobara share an awkward look, leaning forward to whisper in your's and Eren’s ears.

“They broke up. Well, just wait. You know the mess they're in is going to find its way to the tabloids somehow.”

You and Eren cringe as you share a look, thinking about Historia’s scandal from a few weeks ago. You can’t imagine how much worse it must be when it involves the two of them. The intimate details of their relationship being on display.

“You look pretty, doll. Way more confident and self-assured than you were when I met you. It suits you.”

Eren slithers his hand around your waist, the grip firm, as he responds to Sukuna.

“She’s always been like that.”

“Okay, Eren. Pipe down. I’m not about to be swapping saliva with your girl anytime soon. Though you might want to get a move on that, everyone’s going to have their eyes on your girl by the end of the night.” Sukuna says, smirking at Eren.

“You sound disgusting, Sukuna. Like a pervert.” Nobara says, rolling her eyes at him.

“That’s what happened with Yuuta and Maki. Everyone went all gaga for Yuuta after the movie dropped. And after she sings too, Eren’s going to fight to stay afloat over here.”

“Ignore him, Eren. His neurons are decaying as we speak.” Nobara responds, giving Eren a smile.

“I’m well aware,” Eren says, giving the two of them a smile as they walk away.

As Sukuna walks away, Eren only tightens his grip on your waist, literally seething with anger as he turns to you. You can tell he’s burning, that he’s jealous or aggravated like he always is when Sukuna's around, and you put a hand on his shoulder.

“I hate that guy. So much, Y/N.”

“You know he just says that because you’re easy to piss off right?”

“Are you really taking his side?”

“I’m just saying. You give him a lot to work with when you react like that. You should try to be zen. Like a flower.”

"I'm so zen right now."

"There's a vein on your forehead that's pulsating from how hard you're clenching your jaw, Eren. You're more of a cactus than a pretty flower."

Eren rolls his eyes as he drags you into the auditorium, the two of you taking your seats at the front.

Five awards later - two of which you won - and you’re standing behind the stage ready to puke. You choked out your best acceptance speech when you won Breakout Actress, spilling tears as you spoke, and luckily enough the other award was one you and Eren won together. He carried most of your speech together, though Eren spent most of it raving about you.

Reiner’s still on stage, doing his acceptance speech for Breakout Actor and you’re ready to annihilate yourself. When you came back out after winning your award, getting ready for the performance, you received the worst news possible.

You have to play the piano while you sing. You have to play the piano while you sing because the pianist you’ve been practicing with has food poisoning.

You lie down flat on the ground, the silver dress you just put on, feeling heavy against your skin, weighing you down.

“Are you okay? Y/N, you’ll be fine, it's just a piano.”

Marco brings his hands to the side of your face, lifting your head so he can rest it on his lap. You’re totally aware of the fact that Marco’s sitting on this disgusting floor with you, in his expensive ass outfit, because you’re having a meltdown. You make a mental note to thank him for it later.

“Oh my fucking god, Y/N. Can you believe it? We’re literally breakout stars.”

You look up at Reiner, now having come off the stage with his shiny silver trophy in hand and a huge smile on his face. You give him a weak smile back, the pressure in your head only getting more intense when you realize it’s your turn. Reiner nearly cringes at the sight of you, which you ignore as you flutter your eyes shut. After the ad break, they’re going to roll out a shiny black piano you're expected to play.

“Get Eren.” Marco says and Reiner gives a swift nod. Reiner leans down to press a kiss to your cheek, whispering good luck, before he runs off into the background.

Not even thirty seconds later, you’re met with Eren, a third person now sitting on the dirty floor with you with the softest expression on his face. He’s taken both of your hands, pressing your knuckles to his lips as he presses a kiss onto them both.

“You okay?”

“The pianist. Has food poisoning. I have to play the New Year’s Day piano, Eren.”

“You have magic hands. You can do it.” he whispers.

You can feel Marco’s hands in your hair, fixing away the flyaways as you look up at him. Marco nods too and you can feel yourself feeling dizzy.

“I can’t do it. I can’t sing for the first time and play the piano. I-I can’t do this.”

"Y/N. Come on. You can do this."

You can feel the tears burning in your eyes when you meet Eren's bottle green ones, washed over in concern. And you know that it's just a piano, that it's juat a crowd, and that it's a song that you've sang a million times. But the anxiety is as big as a balloon, ready to burst into something ugly the second you walk out there under the lights.

Eren frowns as he looks over at the piano, getting rolled out onto the stage, and the crew awkwardly looking at you splayed out on the ground. They're pointing at their watches, signaling that if you're going to perform, you're going to do it now. And Eren can't let you choke, not when it's this important. So he does the only thing he can think of.

“I’ll play the piano."

You sit up and put your hands on his shoulders, squeezing hard on the fabric of his suit.

"Huh?"

"I'll sit at the bench with you. Play it for you so you can focus on singing."

“Really, Eren?” you whisper.

“Can’t do anything without me, can you?”

You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, his face immediately turning pink at the sensation. He holds his hand out and helps you up, his hands leaning forward to fix the folds of your dress. You both stand on the side of the curtains and you’re nearly positive you’re cutting off circulation to both Marco and Eren’s hands as you wait for your cue.

When you and Eren walk out, taking your seats on the piano bench and adjusting the microphones, you stare at the crowd. There’s a light flashing on you and Eren that’s partially obstructing your vision. You’re staring out at them - two hundred faces you don’t know and half a million watching at home.

Don’t choke. Don’t choke. Don’t choke.

It’s only then that Eren stops playing the piano, his hand on his shoulder shaking you. And then you realize now that he had started. Meaning he had played the entire intro waiting for you to sing and you didn’t. That you blanked on stage. He places his hand on your chin, lightly guiding your face to look at his.

“It's okay. Just you and me. Like we did on set okay?”

You nod and Eren starts playing the piano again. And before you know it, you’ve choked out the last lyric, and Eren’s holding your hand as you both bow on the stage. You see people cheering, standing up out of their seats as you walk off and you feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest. When you get off into the curtains, they immediately start yank the microphones off of you two as you reach forward for Eren’s hand.

“I-I blacked out. Was it bad?”

“It was amazing. You’re amazing. You-you’re”

Eren leans forward, wrapping his hands around your neck and pressing his lips to yours. You can still feel people moving around you, setting up things for the closing part of the ceremony, but the only thing you’re paying attention to is Eren. And his lips. And the way he’s pulling you closer like he can’t get enough of you.

When you pull apart, you’re both panting, smiling at each other, foreheads pressed together.

“Thank god. If I got cock-blocked from kissing you a third time, I was actually going to commit murder.”

“You want me so bad,” you say, sarcastically.

“Obviously.”

You both smile and turn to the left, to a very smiley Marco staring at you two. And then you cringe, remembering that you and Eren are literally backstage and there are like seven people who just watched you suck face in public. Marco walks up, wrapping his arms around both of you and hugging hard.

“I love you guys.”

“Marco. Don’t-” Eren starts.

“I’m not going to tell anyone. You need time to figure out whatever is going on, without Connie and Sasha up your ass the entire time. But I’m really, really happy for you.”

“Really, Marco?” you ask, leaning into Eren’s touch.

“It’s always been you guys. You guys better not break up or else I’ll come hunt both of you down. And if I’m dead, I’ll come back to life just to haunt you guys.”

You both laugh, smiling at Marco and then each other. Levi and Mikasa call you from the other side of backstage, gesturing for you to come over to watch the video of the performance. You give Marco and Eren a smile before you run off to where they’re standing.

“Told you she liked you, Eren,” Marco says, elbowing him in the side.

“I love her,” Eren responds, watching Mikasa and Levi crush you in a hug as you all hunch over the video of you and Eren performing.

Marco smiles, giving Eren a pat on the back before he walks off to join you. Eren stays, trying to commit the memory to mind. You in a sparkly, silver dress looking at him like he's the sun.

Eren Jaeger is in love with you.

Two afterparties later and you and Eren are in a disgusting tattoo parlor down the street.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this, Eren.”

Eren smiles as he presses a kiss to your cheek, the two of you leaning through the little prints in the binder. You’re getting matching tattoos.

“I can be very persuasive.”

“Uh-huh. More like hypnotic. I’m half convinced you have me under some spell right now.”

“You pick what we do. Whatever you want, I’ll get it tattooed.”

“We should do something special, Eren. Like something that has significance to us.”

Eren smiles, lifting your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles again before he responds.

“Okay, okay. Let’s do fish.”

You smile, nodding at him.

“Koi fish. Like from that show, the Last Airbender. One fish is the ocean and the other one is the moon” you say.

“I call the ocean, Y/N.”

“What? I wanted to be the ocean.”

“No. That doesn’t fit.”

“Why not?”

“Because the moon pulls on the ocean. The waves in the ocean, objectively the best part, don’t exist without the moon. I’m the ocean. You’re my moon.”

You smile, leaning forward to kiss Eren before you tell the artist the design you two want. And when the two of you walk out, matching sore arms from the ink, you can’t help but wonder how you ever got so lucky in the first place.

A few years down the line, you stare at Eren's blocked contact and think back to that moment. The two of you running down the streets, bathed in dim lamplight laughing into the night. Matching tattoos, a confession on the tips of your tongues like you're two soulmates destined to be together.

You wonder where it got so fucked up between the two of you in the first place.

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daisynik7 · 1 year ago

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hey! :) if you dont mind doing my request here it is! angst/smutty/fluff where reader fucked up they argue and it was really bad but goes to jean appartment to apologize and they have makeup sex :3 thx u

Pairing: Jean x f!reader

cw: established relationship, language, angst, fluff, smut – daddy kink, PIV sex (doggy style), sex without a condom, cream pie

Author’s Note: WEEEEE my very first Jean fic EVER. Thank you for the request, anon! I had fun writing this one. I hope you like it! 😘

“Jean, what’s wrong? You’ve been quiet the whole car ride.”

He stands beside you in silence, arms crossed, watching you unlock the door to your apartment, brows knit in a tight scowl. You open the door, entering first, hearing him slam it shut, startling you. “What the hell? Seriously, what’s wrong?” You hang your jacket on the coat rack, slipping your shoes off simultaneously.

He looks towards the kitchen, avoiding your gaze. “Nothing.”

You roll your eyes, knowing damn well it’s something. “Please, baby. Just tell me.” Stepping towards him, you wrap your arms around his neck, pouting.

He sighs. “You were flirting with Eren all night.”

The accusation makes you laugh at first. But when he continues to glare, you stop. He’s actually serious. “I was not flirting with Eren.”

“You were. You wouldn’t stop talking to him.”

“We were sitting right next to each other; I didn’t want to be rude,” you defend.

“And he kept touching you, and you just let him. It’s like I wasn’t even there.”

You try to recall how the night transpired. The two of you attended Mikasa’s birthday dinner at a swanky restaurant. The entire gang was there, including Eren, who Jean is always weird about for whatever reason, despite being good friends with him. They’ve known each other since they were kids, always pitted against one another, a constant competition in all aspects of life. Who’s stronger, who’s smarter, who gets the most action. Even as adults, they never grew out of it. Jean always felt bested by Eren, which didn’t help with his insecurities. But the one thing Jean has that Eren doesn’t is you. And maybe that’s the deeper meaning behind why he’s so upset tonight.

It might be the wine from earlier muddling your memory, but you don’t remember Eren touching you. Well, except for his hand on your shoulders, laughing at whatever funny story you were telling him. Or when he brushed his fingers along your neckline to inspect the dainty gold chain Jean gave you as an anniversary gift two years ago. And there was his palm resting on your bare knee underneath the table, slowly creeping up your thigh before your boyfriend had to pull you out of your seat to use the bathroom. In the moment, you weren’t aware that whatever was happening between you and Eren was flirting. Honestly, you’re still unsure, but now that you think about it, you can see why Jean is upset. But being immature and petty, you won’t admit to it. You don’t take his claims seriously, deciding to tease him just a little bit to push his buttons.

You grin, squeezing his cheeks between your hands. “Well, I can’t help it. He’s hot. I wish you weren’t there.”

Immediately, you regret it. It’s a mean joke that preys on his insecurities, and you only realize that now as you see the look on his face. His jaw hangs open, eyes betrayed, staring at you dumbfounded. “Are you serious right now? Why would you say that?” He escapes from your grasp, stomping into the kitchen for a glass of water.

You swallow hard, knowing you fucked up. “Jean, you know I’m kidding. It’s a joke.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” he replies sarcastically, chugging his drink.

“Baby, I wasn’t flirting with Eren. Maybe he was flirting with me, but I was definitely not doing it back.”

“Oh, please. You were giggling at all his jokes, batting your fucking eyelashes at him. You were definitely flirting, don’t give me that bullshit.”

“You’re overreacting.”

“I think I’m reacting the perfect amount, actually. I mean, how would you feel if I started rubbing my hands all over Christa? Or Mikasa?”

Annoyed, you scoff, muttering, “Like you haven’t already tried.”

His expression worsens into a grimace. “What?”

“Nothing,” you respond, almost certain he understood you.

He stays silent for a moment, letting the situation sink in. Eventually, he murmurs, “Fine. If that’s the way you want it to be, I’m leaving.” He makes his way towards the door, face red with anger.

“Jean.”

“Go ahead and call Eren. Since you didn’t want me there in the first place, you’re free to do whatever you want now. Go fuck him, for all I care.”

“Jean!” You yell out, tears welling in your eyes.

He doesn’t look at you as he exits the apartment, slamming the door shut without another word.

~~~

Jean sits in his own apartment, sulking on the couch in front of the blank TV. He’s got the remote in his hands but hasn’t bothered pressing any buttons because his mind is reeling over the fight the two of you just had. This might the worse one yet. And he’s not sure how it can be salvaged after what was said.

He’s mad at you for making his insecurities a joke. He’s mad at himself for yelling at you instead of explaining that is actually hurts him deep down. Both of you could have handled the situation better. But, of course, emotions get in the way of logic, causing a bigger mess than necessary.

It’s been almost an hour since he stormed off. He checks his phone for any notifications. Nothing. The urge to call you is strong, but he resists. Maybe he needs a bit more time to collect himself.

The buzzer rings. Heart thumping, he presses the intercom. “Hello?”

“Jean. It’s me.” There are bits of static on the other end, but it’s undoubtedly you. “Can we talk?”

He sighs, relieved and excited to hear you. Without saying anything, he buzzes you in. Within minutes, you’re knocking on his door. When he opens it, he finds you cuddling the Pompompurin plushie he bought for you at the Sanrio store ages ago. Your eyes are swollen from crying, clad in your favorite sweats. Unable to contain himself, he wraps you in his arms, resting his chin on your head.

“I’m sorry!” you cry out, sobbing into his shirt.

“I’m sorry too,” he says, squeezing you tighter, the plushie suffocating between your bodies. He waddles the two of you into his apartment, kicking the door closed.

“I shouldn’t joke about it. I know how you feel about Eren. It was mean and I’m so sorry.”

“I know. I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I was jealous and insecure, and I was taking it out on you. I know you weren’t flirting with him. I know you’d never do that to me.”

“And I was riling you up on purpose. I shouldn’t have done that. I was being cruel and petty for no reason.”

You finally let go of Pompompurin, tossing it to the floor to embrace your boyfriend fully. The two of you stay in each other’s arms for a while longer. Finally, you peer up at him, sniffling. “I got your shirt all wet.”

“I’m going to take it off soon anyways,” he says playfully, bowing his head to kiss you on the lips.

You giggle into his mouth, kissing him back, tugging lightly at the hem of his t-shirt. He grabs your hand to lead you into the bedroom, stripping off his clothes in record time, boner sprung stiff against his abdomen. You follow, removing all your clothes until you’re naked, laying on his bed, thighs spread wide. He immediately positions himself between your legs, lapping at your clit.

This is how most of your little fights conclude: in the bedroom, having the nastiest makeup sex. Jean continues to slobber all over your pussy, sucking and flicking his tongue on your bud until you’re whimpering for him. He slides his middle finger inside you, curling at the tips. He adds his ring finger in, pumping his digits in and out of your wet slit, mouth still latched on your clit. You come like this, a high-pitched whine escaping your throat as his fucks his fingers inside you, the wet squelches lewd and arousing to your ears. He dribbles his spit on your swollen pussy lips, smearing it around you, getting you extra wet for his cock.

Sliding down the edge of the bed, you turn over to wiggle your ass for him. He smacks it, watching the flesh jiggle upon contact. “This is all mine, right princess?”

Craning your neck to face him, you grin, shaking your ass some more. “All yours, daddy.”

He bites his lip, grabbing your cheeks with both his hands, spreading them. “Daddy’s gonna give it to you so good right now. My little slut is gonna get pounded by this fat cock.”

Your knees tremble with anticipation, eager for him. “Give it to me. You always give it to me so fucking good.”

He slides his cock in smoothly. “I do, huh? I know how to make my baby girl cream all over this cock.” His thrusts are rough and fast, exactly how you like it. “Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good around my cock.”

“Yeah? You like this tight pussy?” You throw your ass back, his dick stuffed in your pussy, hitting that sweet spot.

“I love this tight pussy. Fuck,” he curses, gripping your hips tightly as he pounds away at you.

He’s buried so far into your womb, you almost feel it in your belly. “Fuck! Right there!” you whine, hand pressed to your abdomen.

“I give it to you good, huh?” He tightens his grasp on you, railing you harder. The bed squeaks below you noisily. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

You gulp down whatever saliva is gathering in your mouth, wiping away the drool leaking down the corner of your lips. “You’re the best, daddy. The best I’ve ever had.”

“That’s fucking right. You’re so good for me. Such a slut for daddy, fuck.”

He finishes inside you, filling you up with his load. After he pulls out, he watches the cum ooze out of your slit, fingering some of it back in. You turn to lay on your back, face up, smiling at him. He spoons you from behind, sliding his arm around you waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I love you. I’m sorry about tonight.”

“We’re a little past apologies now, aren’t we?” you joke, interlacing your fingers with his.

He buries his nose into your neck, inhaling your familiar, sweet scent. “I know. Still, I hate it when we fight.”

“Me too,” you respond, snuggling closer to him. “I love you.”

It’s silent for a moment, before he asks, “So, do you really think he’s hot?”

This time, you pretend to fall asleep, a clever smile on your face.

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magicxc · 8 months ago

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Holidays

Pairings: Survey Corps - their fave holidays

Word Count: 871

Warnings: none

A/N: I considered Japanese holidays for this bit but then laziness got the best of me. Like most pieces I create with these characters a lot of how I envision them will relate to western/modern culture in some way or another. Though they probably won't celebrate half of the holidays I'm about to list, I want to reiterate that this is my idea of the traits these characters possess and also they are not real.

Headcannons Masterlist

Eren - Christmas

Eren is big on family, especially the family he’s made with Armin and Mikasa. It’s clear that he stands ten toes down behind them and when he gets his own family, it’ll be much the same. I actually think having kids will bring out the fluff in Eren and he’ll be that obnoxious holiday parent that's doing the most with decorations and presents. But it's honestly the atmosphere that gets him going. The holiday cheer, the kindness, the emphasis on giving - he loves it all.

Levi - New Years

The new year signals a new beginning but also the close to another chapter. Each time Levi makes it to a new year he’s thankful but mostly shocked. From life underground to humanity's biggest threat, he never knows when disaster might strike. But, when the clock strikes 12 it's a moment of relief, one where he can sit back and relish in the thought that he’s made it to another trip around the sun.

Erwin - Fathers Day

Lmaoo I'm not tryna make Erwin sound egotistical at all, but I was also running out of popular holidays. The day the Scouts headed to their mission to plug wall Maria was the first time we saw them get a standing ovation and it was also the first time we saw Erwin express such vocal excitement. Even though he can come off a bit aloof, I thought it was fun to see him in that way. That being said I think he’d enjoy being celebrated and can even play up the wowwwws at the macaroni necklaces and handprint construction papers lol. He would love and take care of his family obvi but it’d also make him feel good to feel that admiration in return.

Connie - Thanksgiving

You feed this man and he’ll love you forever. It’s his favorite holiday because it has back to back benefits. There's tons of food, a four day weekend off from work, and the opportunity to spend time with his family. He’s the type to pitch in money but over the years Connie has been more inclined to learn how to cook and has even started bringing in a dish. He’s most excited to try a Friendsgiving as he considers them family as well.

Jean - Valentines Day

I firmly believe that Jean is a romantic. I don't think he’d be the most creative at gift giving lol but it’s certainly the thought that counts. On valentines day he goes all out - teddy bears, flowers, chocolates, etc. ya know, the usual. Although his gifts are very on the nose and sometimes he needs to be spoon fed the information, what he lacks in creativity, he'll gain in experience; learning to step his game up as the years go by. Again, sweet guy.

Onyankopon - Easter

He more so likes the spring break aspect of it. With the flowers blooming and the sun making regular appearances, it was usually the first sign to what summer would be like. Ony enjoys traveling, meeting new people, and experiencing different cultures. So although spring break was meant to party, which he did, Ony always made the time to immerse himself in the customs of whichever country he visited. Now as an adult, he still indulged in his version of spring break as he always enjoyed the mini relaxation that it brought about; thinking of it as his summer outside of summer.

Reiner - Independence Day

Reiner is over the whole patriotic thing, however he can't help but enjoy the events that take place because of it. There’s literally a bbq happening on every corner so he’s for sure house hopping for a plate. There's all sorts of sales and Gabi is making him put that wallet to USE hunnie. And while he doesn’t mind, he more so enjoys their time spent together. There's also the beautiful fireworks that light up the evening sky. And at the end of the day he gets to spend his remaining time with family, gathered around over good food and even better vibes.

Armin - Mothers Day

Armin is def the type to dote on his wife. Hard day at work? He’s rubbing the stress out of your shoulders. Hungry? He’s cooking and prepping lunch for the week. Overwhelmed at work? He’s booking you a spa day. Armin literally adores his woman and enjoys any chance he has to celebrate her and Mothers Day is no exception. Expect him and the kiddies to hand make you some arts and crafts, cook you breakfast, and plan the holiday around your desired interests; with him making sure, at the end of the day, to show you why you celebrate the holiday in the first place.

Floch - Halloween

He’s big on the spooky vibe but not to a concerning extent. Like many others he just enjoys the activities surrounding it. This is actually where Floch flourishes in creativity and fun. He’s making spooky themed treats, decorating to upstage the next door neighbor, and enjoying all the movie classics. Let's not even get started on the lengths he’ll go through to make the most life-like costumes and the parties where he shows it all off?? Top mf notch! Bonus points for getting some action at said parties.

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byhimawari · 8 months ago

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“One Scoop for Two”

(a RivaMika drabble)

“Eren. You should try, too.”

Excited and curious for him to try the unfamiliar but delectable treat, Mikasa hands Eren an —what the Marleyans call — ice cream cone. After witnessing Connie’s and Sasha’s reaction, she was quick to buy one for Eren and her to share, deep down hoping they’d also forget the task at hand for just a second out of their blood driven lives and actually bond.

Eren takes and observes it, also curious, albeit not in the same way Mikasa and the others were, because unlike them, and Mikasa knew, his mind is at an unreachable place where sharing ice cream with her is, quite frankly, of no importance.

“Ice cream?”

Mikasa blinks in surprise, caught off guard that he knew what it was called before she had the chance to tell him. “You knew?”

Eren’s features grow somber, an immediate indication that her hope for bonding has now become a cold case. She can almost hear the needle drop at the bottom of her glass heart.

“From the old man’s memory, that is.”

Mikasa doesn’t pry about his visions, knowing if she even asked, Eren would be too vague or reluctant to share. Instead she just nods, as she always does, her shadow standing besides his but never quite touching a constant remnant of what she will always be.

—

Levi, after great effort, finally manages to yank Hange away from their foolery of chasing cars and yelling at inanimate objects. How troublesome it was for the ship to dock at the busiest port in Marley. It’s enough to keep eye on the brats, what more having to babysit the Commander?

Speaking of brats, from a distance he sees the gloomy one standing with the reckless one, seemingly offering him ice cream with a faint glimmer of excitement in her eyes. Levi, against himself, because he’d rather blow their cover than admit that Ackerman looks rather appealing in her outfit, observes and sees the dejected slump of her shoulders as Eren just stares at now melting dessert in his hand.

He sees them chat for a moment. Eren’s facial features appear deep in thought. So deep in thought, in fact, he hands Mikasa back the ice cream cone mindlessly and excuses himself, walking away completely unaware to the confused and surprised gaze that follows him.

Normally he’d pay them no mind. He’s used to seeing Mikasa waste her valuable time and efforts on that kid. But there was something in the way her eyes glowered to the ground, a melancholic aura surrounding her like a dark cloud, that got under his skin, where his foot literally ached to kick something, someone, preferably the Titan boy himself, in order to ease the itch. And it’s when Levi sees Mikasa throw away the ice cream cone before walking away herself that he decides that he’ll definitely kick Eren’s ass. It only makes sense.

What doesn’t make sense, however, is Levi suddenly finding himself ordering one of those damn cold, much-too-sweet contraptions for himself and then walking hastily through an alien town in search for the woman worth a hundred soldiers turn damsel in distress. Yet, there he is, playing knight in shining armor for reasons he will never admit aloud.

Though his approach is everything but courteous and noble.

“Oi, gloomy brat.”

He finally finds her, sitting lonesome on a bench, staring blankly at nothing as she so often does when in her sunken moods. Mikasa doesn’t move an inch. He expected as much.

“Go away. I’m not in the mood.”

He expected that much, too. Even from behind, he knows exactly what sour face she’s making. But of course he doesn’t falter. He walks over to the bench and sits beside her. Levi notices her tense and he prepares himself.

She swiftly turns her head, “I said I’m not in the—!”

Levi shuts her up, softly pushing the tip of the ice cream against her mouth. Her eyes widen in shock, then it evolves into her piercing glare.

“C-Captain! What was that for?” she wipes her mouth and nose with the back of her hand.

“You wanted ice cream, didn’t you?” Levi asked plainly, pulling the cone back slightly, “I saw you dispose the one you bought earlier without even tasting it. What a waste.”

There’s a pregnant pause between the two. Mikasa then just sighs and turns away to look back at nothingness.

“I got it for Eren,” she says quietly, as though embarrassed to even hear herself say it aloud.

Ah, just as he thought. Seems Levi has a knack for accurate observation.

“I take it the brat didn’t want any?” Levi scoffs irately as he leans back against the bench, “Tch. Even common courtesy the boy lacks.”

“He’s just going through a lot,” she’s quick to defend.

Levi’s quicker to rebuttal, “And you’re not?”

His words came out much sharper than he intended, like a paper cut to the tongue, and he realizes from the slight fall of her face that she felt the sting too. He sighs. Sometimes even he forgets that underneath her steel armor is still a delicate heart.

“Look, I understand he’s on edge, as we all are by just simply being here, but…” Levi starts but then his eyes drift to the tip of the ice cream, noticing it’s starting to melt. He twitches slightly, not wanting it to get on his skin or clothes. But still, he continues before his train of thought goes away, “That doesn’t justify him taking you for granted. He was wrong for that, just as he was all the other times.”

She turns back to look at him with eyes he has seen so many times before; defeated but stubborn. It’s the same eyes she always has when she’s with Yaeger. Levi sees right through her, not because she makes it obvious, but because he’s the exact same, loving from afar but standing so close. He understands.

“It’s just ice cream, Captain,” she attempts to dispute.

And because be understands, he’s determined to make sure she does too.

“Is it really, Mikasa?”

She doesn’t respond, her vanquish clear. Mikasa knows that it isn’t just ice cream. He knows that she knows. It’s supposed to be something that binds them, to create a fond memory, to close the gap.

Just like the one melting in his hand.

They were never just ice cream cones to begin with.

After some silence, Mikasa nods, acknowledging his point as the storm in her eyes slowly comes to a calm.

“Just don’t stop yourself from enjoying something just because someone else doesn’t want to enjoy it with you, you gloomy brat,” Levi quickly reiterates as to not make the silence between them awkward.

But then his attention shifts and his brow furrows uncomfortably when be sees the trail of ice cream start flowing slowly down, his skin surely to meet its sticky demise.

Without any notice, Mikasa leans towards the ice cream he holds and uses her lips to take a generous bite at the top, stopping it from melting onto his hand. She shivers at its coldness, having swallowed too fast. Something fluttered within Levi’s chest at the sight, like that of a butterfly floating to the rhythm of his rapid heart, and he doesn’t know if he likes it or not.

Levi clears his throat, trying to ground himself away from the corners of his mind.

“Next time, just enjoy it yourself or find someone else who does,” he says, “Like right now. You’re not bad company.”

Levi tenses, realizing the weight of the last bit he said, subtly confessing that he enjoys her company, thus implying that he could be that person she can always eat ice cream with, should she ever wish…should that chance ever come again.

“Thank you, Captain,” she says warmly, a rare soft smiles on her lips that he never thought he’d have honor of witnessing himself, “For…the ice cream.”

It’s chaste when he smiles back, but ever the skilled one, and really, he should’ve known better, Mikasa catches it before he has the chance to make away with it. There’s a gleam in her eyes that, wishful thinking as it may be, tells Levi that the chance, someday, will indeed come again.

“You must’ve been watching me closely for you to notice all these things, Captain.”

To that, he only chuckles, taking the risk of not denying it. Levi tilts the ice cream cone towards her mouth, keeping his hand there for her convenience.

“Shut up and eat your ice cream, brat. It’s melting.”

fin

#rivamika #levi x mikasa #levimika #rivamika fanart #rivamika fandom #mikasa x levi #rivamika art #rivamika fanfic #rivaille x mikasa #rivamika drabble #rivamika headcanon #rivamika fic #rivamika fanfiction #riva

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anniemika · 1 year ago

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Just the two of us

Eren Jaeger x Mikasa Ackerman

…..

“I love you.”

He’s choking. His throat burns from the alcoholic drink he just chugged down, and even though he tries to maintain some kind of composure while doing his best not to die from lack of breathing, it’s still unbelievably hard.

His mind’s not working properly. It repeats the sentence over and over, and still, it can’t quite comprehend what the words’ actual meanings are. Maybe he didn’t hear her correctly. It’s pretty crowded, the music’s loud, and Jean and Connie can’t talk to anyone without yelling because of their intoxicated state. So, it must be that.

One thing his brain’s insisting on is not looking at her. It sends him the same signals it does when there’s danger surrounding him, and because of his military life, those signals have become as quick as lightning, and yet, they couldn’t detect her and how close she’s sitting next to him. Never mind her slurpy voice and the sweet mix of her rosey smell with the tinge of alcohol.

But his heart says otherwise. So, when he finally stops choking, his head is turning towards her. And god, what a mistake it is.

“What?” The last letter of the word gets lost somewhere along the way because he’s seeing her up close and dear god, she’s the most beautiful thing in the whole world. With her flushed cheeks and big butterfly lashes, her white skin looking like the softest cotton that he wants to touch so desperately, but refrains himself from. It’s torture, it’s always been, ever since he found out he only had 8 years left to live and the realaziton that one day she would be living her life without him became a reality.

Eren’s known all kinds of pain and sorrow throughout his short life, but the greatest one yet has to be the fact that he’ll never get the chance to grow old with Mikasa. He was going to have to leave her, it was going to happen soon, and it wasn’t going to be by choice.

And still, right here, right now, in this crowded and chaotic moment, Mikasa's words cut through all the noise and chaos, reaching deep into his very soul. The weight of her confession hits him like a tidal wave, crashing against the walls he had built to protect himself from the pain of their inevitable separation.

His mind races, trying again and again to process the significance of her words. Does she truly mean it? Does she understand the gravity of what she's saying? Or is it just the alcohol talking, clouding her judgment and leading her to say things she may regret later?

“I- I said that,” she hiccups, her voice soft and vulnerable. Readjusting herself, she leans in even closer, her eyes searching his for a response, “I love you.”

He gulps, his heart threatening to burst inside his rib cage. It’s true. It must be true. This means the future is not set in stone. She said it twice. She has to mean it, she must mean it-

“And not just as family, but as..”, he notices her cheeks have gotten so red, it would’ve been alarming if he didn’t know how shy of a person she was. She struggles to find the words she so desperately wants to express, and Eren can see that.

“As a.. lover.” She finally stammers, her voice barely audible above the surrounding noise.

Eren's breath catches in his throat, his mind reeling. A lover. The words hang in the air, heavy with the untold emotions they’ve been hiding for years.

A mix of disbelief and overwhelming joy floods Eren's senses. He reaches out, gently cupping her flushed cheek, his thumb brushing against her soft skin.

“Mikasa,” his voice has a sense of urgency that catches her off guard, “Come with me.”

Her pretty brows scrunch in response, “Huh?”

He decides there is no time for an explanation. He grabs her by the hand, helping her up, then leads her outside, while she struggles to keep up with his pace.

“Eren, where are we going?” But she doesn’t get a response. Eren's grip tightens around Mikasa's hand as they rush through the hundreds of tents, their surroundings becoming a blur. He doesn't have the words to explain, but his actions speak volumes. There is an urgency in his movements, a determination to create a space where they can be alone, away from prying eyes and distractions.

Finally, they arrive at a quiet park overlooking the sea, where only the sound of crashing waves fills the air. Eren stops abruptly, turning to face Mikasa, who looks back at him with a perplexed look on her face.

A heart beat later, Eren closes the remaining distance between them, his lips pressing against Mikasa's with a hastiness that takes her breath away. Mikasa's initial shock gives way to a wave of longing and surrender, her hands instinctively finding their place on Eren's broad shoulders. Their bodies press against each other, fitting together like two halves of a whole, as if they were always meant to be this close.

The world around them fades into insignificance, leaving only the intoxicating bliss of this moment. A moment that should’ve happened long ago.

As their lips finally part, they remain locked in a breathless embrace, their foreheads resting against each other. With his eyes still closed, Eren finds the strength to whisper, “I didn’t want this to happen in front of everyone.” He pulls her even closer, “I wanted it to be just the two of us.”

Mikasa can only nod, too overwhelmed by what just happened between them. When they lock their eyes, determination burns brightly within Eren’s greens.

“I want to be with you. I want us to-“, he finds it difficult to put into words all that he feels, all that he wants, but he knows that Mikasa understands. She always understood him, even when he couldn’t find the right words to express himself.

“I just… I love you too, Mikasa.” Eren finally finds the courage to say them, the same words she had effortlessly spoken moments before. The words that had been nestled inside his heart ever since they first met, and now, he couldn't hold them back any longer.

Mikasa never notices the tears falling down her cheeks as she stares at the man in front of her almost in disbelief.

“Hey.. don’t cry.” He gently swipes his thumb across her cheekbone to gather her tears, “It’s okay.”

She tries to find her breath, looking up at his beautiful eyes, and then it hits her. This is actually happening between them. A radiant smile spreads across her face, lighting it up. . “I’m just.. I’m happy.” She wraps her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. “Oh, Eren, I’m so happy!”

He buries his face into the crook of her neck, before whispering, “Me too.”

Time seems to stay still. They both know that this moment would forever be etched in their memories, a turning point in both of their lives.

After a while, Mikasa pulls away to look at his face again, “I’m sorry.. I didn’t meant to confuse earlier-“

Knowing what she’s about to say, he stops her in her tracks, “Shh, hey, no apologies. You’ve always been braver than me.”

She quickly shakes her head, “There’s no one braver than you.”

He gives her a small chuckle, then plants a soft kiss on her cheek, “Yes, there is. You proved it tonight. You shared your feelings with me.”

Mikasa’s cheeks flush apple red as she hides her face in his chest. She can’t believe this is real. And yet, as she clings to him, she realizes it couldn’t be more true. She presses her cheek against his rushed heartbeat, and if it was possible to die of joy, she thinks it might happen to her any second.

“Mikasa?”

His voice breaks her thoughts, causing her heart to skip a beat.

“Will you run away with me?”

…..

I just needed to write something for them. It’s probably not the best but I felt the need to write something a bit lighter given all the heartbreak we’ve been put through that last couple of days. I have never felt the raw emotions I’ve felt for this couple with any other characters in fiction. I’m thinking about writing some cabin content soon, btw. Hope you like this little thing. Bye❤️🗝️🧣

#eremika #eremika fluff #attack on Titan #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #eren x mikasa #eren jaeger x mikasa ackerman

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dead-dolphins · 3 months ago

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About Mr. Senator.

In Mr. Senator, there’s going to be this really important scene where a young Mikasa gets into an accident that leaves her with that famous scar on her face. Eren, being the kind and thoughtful gentleman that he is, immediately steps in to help her. This happens while Mikasa is still a teenager, so the whole thing is completely platonic, but it has a major impact on her (and hers only).

So, here’s how it goes down: Mikasa is in a bit of a predicament, maybe a fall or something similar, and Eren happens to be nearby. Without a second thought, he rushes over to help her. Eren doesn’t think twice about helping out—he’s just doing what he feels is right. He’s calm, collected, and super respectful, not making a big deal out of the situation at all. But for Mikasa, this moment is huge. She’s already had a bit of a crush on him, but seeing him act so selflessly and kindly really cements in her mind that Eren is not just some man but a genuinely good man. It makes her crush grow even stronger because she starts to see him as this ideal, respectful gentleman.

Meanwhile, Eren is totally oblivious to the effect he’s having on her. To him, he’s just helping out the daughter of his guardian—a damsel in distress, if you will. He’s just being his usual, decent self, not thinking too deeply about it. It’s kind of funny because while Mikasa is probably lying in bed that night, replaying the whole thing in her mind and feeling all sorts of emotions, Eren is just going about his day, thinking, “Glad I could help!”

So, it’s one of those situations where they both walk away with very different takeaways. For Mikasa, it’s a moment that deepens her feelings and admiration for Eren, while for Eren, it’s just another day of doing the right thing, totally unaware of how much more he means to her now. I think he will start seeing Mikasa in another light after a big, big event that actually starts the fic 👀

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imthepointe · 6 months ago

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no offense maybe I just don’t understand multi shipping a character who only has ever had eyes for one person, especially when he’s been obsessively visiting them in ice like I can’t imagine them even glancing at someone else

hii anon no offense taken! i’ll do my best to explain why i personally like multishipping (with armin, in aot, and in general)

first, you’re definitely right that armin and annie have the most “canon” relationship. they clearly have intense feelings for one another that are certainly romantic. aruani is absolutely my favorite armin ship, too. i just think their characters mesh so well together and the dynamic is delicious.

but just because armin and annie are “canon” doesn’t mean that i don’t like the idea of having armin, annie, and whoever else romantically involved with other people. if aruani *were* out of the question, then i think jearmin is my next fav armin ship. jean and armin also have such an interesting dynamic— just like aruani! jean is a natural leader, with an unforgettable presence on screen as both a charismatic authority and close friend of everyone in the 104th. and, honestly, jean has helped armin and comforted him (and vice versa) more than annie really has. jean and armin compliment each other so well, and honestly for me, it’s super easy to see them in a romantic context because of the intensity and nature of their relationship— especially during the 4 years annie was in the crystal.

and, of course, eren and mikasa. i rlly love arumika/eremin a lot!!! this is because i think armin and mikasa share such a close bond. throughout aot they are able to communicate just through their eyes multiple times. mikasa is always there for armin and armin for mikasa. they are seriously each other’s only constant in life— again, makes for a pretty good romance. same thing with eremin. eren and armin are genuinely connected at their soul to each other! there are sooooo many romantic eremin moments too, literally since chap 1 of the manga, and i daresay more than aruani moments. this was certainly fueled by the anime ending additions but it’s always existed.

for one, some of these ships can coexist; it’s highly doubtful that armin ever only had one crush on annie for years, and even if he did, he’s 19/20 by the time annie is finally out of her crystal and i’d venture to say has probably kissed someone before. who knows? maybe he and sasha got super drunk one night. maybe he comforted mikasa in more ways than one when eren left in marley. maybe he and hitch got bored one day. maybe he and jean experimented some. these are all things that could have happened and are worth exploring or headcanoning.

second, i think that some multiships as a whole are typically, like, in parallel timelines. for example im a suckerrrrr for post rumbling aruani and post rumbling jearmin, and i don’t typically think of these ships as occurring in the same universe. basically im treating these ships as separate timelines that don't affect each other.

i totally love aruani more than anything, but every other armin ship has a reason to be compelling because armin is just a compelling character whose relationships are *literally* the thing that keeps the plot moving in aot (eremin moment). armin did visit annie in the crystal for years, but you could just as easily focus on the fact that eren and armin promised to spend eternity together or that mikasa and armin can actually read each other’s minds to justify the other ships. interpreting some of his interactions with the other characters as romantic is a totally valid thing to do (within reason lol). and, to me, these are relationships worth exploring and loving! sorry this is so long lmao but thanks for asking! <3

also armin is just such a fuckable and breedable guy. who wouldn’t want to get in on that?

#armin arlert #aruani #eremin #jearmin #arumika #multishipping #basically everyone has a crush on armin that’s it that’s the moral of the story #i rlly hope this makes sense!!#armin harem

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shiorihyugawrites · 10 days ago

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Tides of Fate

In a world where powerful creatures known as sirens come to the shores of Paradis, the scouts are thrust into an unexpected alliance—one that is sealed through an ancient and seductive bonding ritual. Each siren has chosen a mate, and through their connection, the scouts are granted extraordinary powers.

As the bonds grow Mikasa’s jealousy threatens to unravel her. But the real danger lies not just in broken hearts, but in the lurking threat of Marley and those who seek to capture the sirens for their gain.

Power, desire, and duty collide, forcing the Scouts to navigate new emotions and alliances in ways they never imagined. Through danger, love, and sacrifice, the tides of fate will decide if their world will rise or fall. (Eren, Levi, Floch, Jean, Armin, Connie, Bertholdt, Reiner x OCs)

Chapter 18: Under the Siren’s Net

The sun had risen high in the sky, and the day was lazily passing by with the sound of the ocean waves and the occasional rustle of the wind. Levi sat at the edge of the camp, sharpening his blades in his usual, methodical way. He was focused, trying to keep his mind off Aria’s latest attempt to get under his skin.

Hange and Sasha, however, weren’t making that easy.

They sat nearby, watching him with amused expressions. Hange, of course, had that gleam in her eye that usually meant she was about to say something Levi wouldn’t like, and Sasha—well, she seemed to be enjoying the entire situation a little too much.

“So,” Hange started, her voice casual but filled with mischief, “have you given any more thought to what Aria said to you earlier?”

Levi didn’t look up from his blades, his hands continuing their steady work. “No.”

Sasha chuckled, leaning forward slightly, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “You should, Captain. I mean, Aria’s... well, she’s Aria. She’s beautiful, she’s funny, and she’s actually really nice. Why not give in?”

Levi’s hands stilled for a moment, his jaw tightening as he shot them both a hard glare. “I’m not giving in to anything.”

Hange leaned back, crossing her arms as she studied Levi, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “Come on, Levi. Don’t be so uptight. She’s practically throwing herself at you, and you’re still acting like it’s a battle.” Her voice softened just slightly, as if she knew Levi would hate what she was about to say. “Maybe it’s time to stop fighting.”

Levi’s expression didn’t change, though his grip on the blade tightened. “I’m not interested,” he said flatly.

Sasha let out a soft laugh, clearly unconvinced. “Oh, come on. You don’t have to act so tough, Captain. You’ve been through a lot—don’t you think you deserve to relax for once?”

Levi didn’t respond, but Sasha took his silence as encouragement to continue. “The siren honeymoon doesn’t sound so bad, does it? Two weeks with Aria, relaxing in her moonpool… no stress, no battles, just… peace.”

Hange leaned forward again, a playful grin on her face. “You’re always so tense, Levi. You’re like a spring that’s wound too tight. What’s the harm in letting go for once? Besides, Aria’s more than just some flirt. She cares about you. You’ve seen that.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t respond. He hated how they were ganging up on him, pushing him to consider something he had been trying to avoid since Aria showed up.

Sasha, clearly enjoying this far too much, added with a giggle, “Plus, she’s gorgeous, and I bet you’ll have fun. You deserve that, Captain. I mean, have you seen her?”

Levi shot her a warning glare. “That’s not the point.”

Hange chuckled softly, clearly amused by his resistance. “Then what is the point, Levi? You’ve been fighting for years, carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. Maybe it’s time to let someone else carry the load for a while.”

Levi’s jaw tightened as he finally set the blade down, his patience wearing thin. “This isn’t about me needing to relax,” he muttered, his voice low but edged with frustration.

Hange raised an eyebrow, her smile softening just a little. “Maybe it should be. You can’t keep going at this pace forever, Levi. You’re human, whether you like to admit it or not. And Aria—she’s offering you something that could actually help.”

Sasha nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! She’s really sweet, too. I think she genuinely cares about you. And, I mean, the siren honeymoon thing? Sounds pretty nice. You can finally just… breathe.”

Levi’s fists clenched at his sides, his mind racing. He didn’t like being pushed like this, didn’t like the idea of letting his guard down, especially not for something like this. Aria was persistent—too persistent—but Hange and Sasha weren’t entirely wrong. He knew that. He just wasn’t ready to admit it.

“She’s not going to stop, you know,” Hange added, her voice quieter now, almost gentle. “And honestly? I don’t think you want her to.”

Levi glared at Hange, his frustration clear. “What makes you so sure?”

Hange’s smile was knowing, her eyes twinkling with that usual gleam of curiosity. “Because if you really didn’t want her around, you would’ve pushed her away a long time ago. But you haven’t. And that says more than you think.”

Levi clenched his jaw, hating how right Hange always seemed to be. He had tried to push Aria away, had tried to keep his distance, but she was relentless. And, as much as he hated to admit it, there was a part of him—a small, buried part—that didn’t mind her presence as much as he should.

Sasha grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Plus, Captain, two weeks in a magical moonpool with a gorgeous siren? Sounds like the perfect break, if you ask me.”

Levi shot her a look, clearly unimpressed. “It’s not happening.”

But the words sounded less convincing than they should have, even to him.

Hange chuckled, leaning back with a satisfied smile. “We’ll see about that, Levi. We’ll see.”

Levi didn’t respond, turning his attention back to his blades in an effort to shut out the conversation. But the words lingered, sinking deeper into his mind than he wanted to admit.

As the waves lapped at the shore and the camp settled into a quiet lull, Levi knew that no matter how much he resisted, the pressure was building. Aria wasn’t going to stop, and now, with even Hange and Sasha pushing him to let go, the walls he had built up around himself were starting to crack.

But for now, Levi did what he always did—he kept sharpening his blades, kept his guard up, and pretended the battle wasn’t already happening inside him.

…

Hours had passed and Levi hadn’t seen any sign of Aria. Normally by now, she would have found some excuse to bother him, to tease him, or to make some cocky remark. The camp was unusually quiet without her constant chatter, and that nagging absence left an uneasy feeling gnawing at Levi’s gut.

It wasn’t like Aria to be away this long. And that, more than anything, set him on edge.

The sun had started its slow descent, casting long shadows across the sand as Levi stood at the edge of the camp, scanning the horizon. He knew better than to assume she was just playing around somewhere. Something felt off.

Levi’s instincts kicked in. Something was wrong.

Without hesitation, he set off along the beach, his sharp eyes scanning the coastline for any sign of her. The waves crashed gently against the shore, but all he could hear was the pounding in his chest. Aria was reckless, sure, but not stupid. She wouldn’t just wander off without a reason, and that reason was beginning to look a lot more dangerous than he’d initially thought.

As he moved further away from the camp, the silence of the beach was interrupted by a faint sound carried on the wind—something sharp, panicked.

A scream.

Levi froze for a split second before his body snapped into action, his legs carrying him toward the source of the sound. He could hear her now, the raw terror in her voice sending a chill down his spine. Aria.

When he reached the far end of the beach, hidden behind a cluster of large rocks, his heart nearly stopped at the sight before him.

Aria was in her siren form, her shimmering lavender tail thrashing wildly in a net that had been cast over her. She was caught, tangled in the heavy mesh, her normally graceful movements frantic and panicked. Around her, a group of men—siren hunters—stood with crude grins on their faces, pulling the ropes tighter as Aria struggled to break free. The also had some kind auditory contraption and Levi wasn’t exactly too sure what it was. Still, it was obvious that it was harming Aria and probably preventing her from using her voice to compel the hunters.

Her terror was palpable. Her usual confident demeanor was gone, replaced by pure, unfiltered fear. She thrashed against the net, but the more she struggled, the tighter it became, cutting into her skin and leaving her trapped.

“Let’s see how much she’s worth on the black market,” one of the hunters said with a sickening grin, pulling the net harder.

“She’s a rare one, alright,” another added, eyeing Aria like she was nothing more than a prize to be sold.

Levi’s eyes narrowed, his blood boiling as he took in the scene. He was moving before he could even think, his blades flashing in the fading light as he sprinted toward the hunters, his movements swift and lethal.

“Get away from her,” Levi snarled, his voice low and dangerous as he closed the distance between them.

The moment Levi saw the hunters, his decision was made. He wasn't about to let these scum escape. Not after what they had done to Aria, and not with the knowledge that they would just come back for her. The leader, the two others—they all carried the same look in their eyes. Greed. Cruelty. This wasn’t just a job for them. It was a twisted form of sport. And men like them didn’t stop.

Levi didn’t move as he stared them down, calculating in his silence as they stepped forward, weapons drawn. The leader’s voice was dripping with fury, his frustration evident. "What do you think you’re doing?" he spat. "Do you have any idea who we are?"

Levi’s eyes remained fixed on the leader, unflinching. "Siren hunters," he said coldly, his voice barely more than a low growl. He could sense Aria trembling behind him, her fear like a pulse in the air. His grip on his blades tightened. "You’ve made a mistake."

The leader sneered, though there was a trace of hesitation in his voice. "That siren is our prize. She’s worth more than you can imagine. Step aside, or I’ll—"

But the shorter hunter cut in, his eyes wide and darting between Levi and Aria. "Wait," he hissed, his voice tinged with fear. "He’s… her mate, isn’t he?" The realization was dawning on him now, a dark cloud of fear creeping over his face.

The leader’s sneer faltered, but his pride wouldn’t let him back down. "That’s impossible—"

The taller hunter took a step back, his grip on his weapon tightening. "He’s not scared of us. If he’s really her mate, we’re dead."

The leader, realizing the situation was slipping out of his control, raised his electrified spear toward Levi. His voice quivered with anger, trying to regain control of the situation. "Mate or not, you’re just one man—"

But Levi wasn’t listening anymore.

In one fluid movement, he unsheathed both blades. The cold gleam of steel caught the morning light as he stepped forward with deadly purpose. There was no hesitation. No mercy.

In a heartbeat, Levi was upon them.

The leader didn’t even have time to react before Levi’s first blade sliced through the air, severing the hand that held the spear. The weapon clattered to the ground as the hunter let out a guttural scream, stumbling backward, blood spraying from the wound. Levi’s movements were swift and precise, each step a deadly calculation.

The other two hunters froze, their eyes wide with terror as they watched their leader fall. They had heard the stories of siren mates, but none of them had ever seen one in action. And they had no idea what they were truly up against.

The shorter hunter turned to run, but Levi was faster. In the blink of an eye, he was on him, one blade slashing across his throat in a swift, brutal arc. The hunter collapsed to the ground, gurgling, clutching his neck as blood poured between his fingers.

The taller hunter, now the last one standing, let out a strangled cry of panic, stumbling backward as he desperately swung his weapon at Levi. But it was a pathetic attempt, born of fear rather than skill. Levi ducked easily, moving like a shadow as he closed the distance.

With a swift upward strike, Levi’s blade drove into the hunter’s chest, piercing his heart with brutal efficiency. The man’s eyes widened in shock as his body went rigid, the weapon slipping from his grasp. For a moment, he stood there, stunned, before collapsing to the ground in a heap, lifeless.

Levi stood over the bodies, his blades dripping with blood. The air was thick with the scent of iron, the once-still beach now tainted by the carnage. He had moved through them like a force of nature, swift and merciless. There had been no time for hesitation. No second thoughts.

Aria, still in her siren form, lay trembling behind him, her wide lavender eyes fixed on the scene before her. She had never seen anything like it—never seen anyone move with such precision, such deadly intent. The hunters, who had terrified her just moments before, now lay dead at Levi’s feet.

Levi didn’t waste any time. He cut through the rest of the netting with a few swift motions, his heart pounding in his chest as he freed Aria from the tangle of ropes. She collapsed into his arms, her body trembling, her breathing ragged from the terror of the encounter.

For a moment, Aria didn’t speak. She just clung to Levi, her hands gripping his jacket tightly as if she was afraid to let go.

Levi knelt beside her, his voice low but steady. “You’re alright now,” he said, his hand resting on her shoulder as he tried to calm her. “You’re safe.”

Aria looked up at him, her lavender eyes wide with fear and disbelief. “Levi…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her body still shaking. “I… I didn’t see them coming. I was just swimming, and then they… they caught me.”

Levi’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he looked out at the ocean, the weight of what had just happened settling heavily on his shoulders. “Siren hunters,” he muttered, his voice filled with cold anger. “They knew what they were after.”

Aria’s tail flicked weakly, still trapped in her siren form as she lay there, vulnerable and shaken. “I’ve been running from them my whole life,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I thought I was safe here. I thought… with you…”

Levi’s eyes softened for just a moment as he looked down at her. Aria—the one who always seemed so fearless, so confident—was terrified. Her walls had crumbled, and for the first time since he’d met her, Levi saw just how vulnerable she really was.

“They won’t touch you again,” Levi said quietly, his voice filled with quiet determination. “I won’t let them.”

Aria looked up at him, her eyes still filled with fear but also something else—trust. She had always teased him, always pushed him, but now, in this moment, she needed him. And Levi wasn’t going to let her down.

He stood, pulling Aria up with him, his arms still wrapped around her to keep her steady. “Let’s get back to camp,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “You’re safe now.”

Aria nodded weakly, leaning into him as they made their way back toward the safety of the camp. She was still shaken, her body trembling with the aftershock of what had just happened, but with Levi by her side, she felt a sense of safety she hadn’t known in years.

For once, she wasn’t alone.

…

Levi guided Aria back to the camp, his arm steady around her waist as she walked beside him, still shaken. Her usual confidence was gone, replaced by a quiet vulnerability that Levi hadn’t seen before. Aria’s siren form slowly faded, her shimmering tail transforming back into legs, but she leaned heavily on Levi, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

As they reached the camp, Hange and Sasha, who had been chatting by the fire, immediately noticed something was off. Hange’s sharp eyes locked onto Aria’s pale face and trembling form, her curiosity quickly giving way to concern.

"Levi," Hange called out, standing up quickly and walking toward them. "What happened?"

Sasha followed close behind, her expression filled with worry as she took in Aria’s condition. "Is she okay?" Sasha asked, her voice soft with concern. "Aria, what happened?"

Levi guided Aria to sit down on a nearby rock, his hand still steady on her shoulder as she sank into the seat, her breathing slowly calming. "Siren hunters," Levi muttered, his voice low but filled with cold anger. "They ambushed her while she was swimming. Had her trapped in a net."

Hange’s eyes widened, her usually playful expression completely serious now. "Siren hunters? Here? I didn’t think they’d make it this far."

Levi gave a sharp nod. "Neither did I. But they’re here, and they knew exactly what they were after."

Aria, still catching her breath, looked up at Hange and Sasha, her lavender eyes filled with fear and exhaustion. "I didn’t see them coming," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I thought I was safe here, but they were waiting for me."

Sasha crouched down beside Aria, her eyes filled with sympathy. "You’re safe now, Aria. Levi got to you in time."

Hange, ever the analytical one, ran a hand through her hair as she began pacing. "Siren hunters this close to camp… That’s a problem. We’ll need to keep a closer watch. Who knows how many more could be out there?"

Levi stood still, his gaze dark. "I won’t let them get close again."

Aria glanced up at him, her lips parting as if to say something, but she remained silent. The fear still lingered in her eyes, though she seemed reassured by Levi’s presence.

Hange finally stopped pacing and knelt down next to Aria, her usual curiosity tempered by the gravity of the situation. "Aria," she said gently, "we’ll figure this out. We need to understand how they’re tracking you and how they managed to get so close. If they’ve developed new methods or technology, we need to know."

Aria nodded, though she was clearly exhausted. "I don’t know… they caught me off guard. I’ve always been able to sense danger before, but this time… it was different. They were waiting for me, like they knew where I’d be."

Sasha frowned, looking between Aria and Levi. "What can we do to stop them?"

Levi’s voice was hard when he answered. "We eliminate the threat."

Hange sighed, clearly deep in thought. "We’ll need to set up a perimeter, maybe lay a few traps or scouts to keep an eye on things. They might not just be after Aria; they could be targeting the others, too."

Aria winced at the thought of her sisters being in danger. "They don’t know," she whispered. "They’re still out there… in their moonpools with the scouts."

Levi’s jaw clenched, the thought of his men being caught off guard by hunters only fueling his resolve. "We’ll warn them when they get back. But first, you need to rest," he said firmly, his eyes locking onto Aria’s.

Aria hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between Levi, Hange, and Sasha. But then, slowly, she nodded. "Okay," she whispered, her voice small but steady. "Thank you… for saving me."

Levi didn’t respond, but his eyes softened ever so slightly as he gave her a brief nod. It wasn’t over yet. Siren hunters were a new threat, and Levi wouldn’t rest until he knew they were dealt with.

But for now, Aria was safe.

…

The beach was quiet again, the waves lapping gently against the shore as the last of the siren hunters disappeared into the treeline. Hange and Sasha had retired to their tents for the evening, leaving Levi and Aria alone. She sat close to him, her lavender eyes gleaming with something he couldn’t quite place. Gratitude, sure, but there was something more there—a warmth, a tenderness that unsettled him in a way that no enemy ever had.

Aria took a small step forward, closing the distance between them. Levi noticed her slight hesitation, but the look in her eyes was unwavering. She had been flirtatious with him before, constantly testing his limits, but this was different. She wasn’t teasing now. She wasn’t trying to push his buttons. This was something real.

“No one’s ever protected me like that,” Aria said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze never left his, and Levi felt the weight of her words settle heavily in the space between them. There was an intensity in her eyes, a mixture of emotions that he could feel pulling at him, drawing him in.

He shifted his weight slightly, uncomfortable with the vulnerability in her voice and in her gaze. “I told you, they weren’t taking you,” Levi muttered, his usual stoic tone betraying the faintest hint of unease.

Aria smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made Levi’s chest tighten. “I know,” she whispered, stepping even closer. Her hand lightly brushed against his arm, and Levi felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him at the contact. “But still… thank you.”

Before Levi could respond, Aria moved. In one fluid motion, she leaned up, her hands gently cupping his face as she pressed her lips to his in a soft, passionate kiss.

Levi froze for a moment, his body going rigid at the unexpected contact. His mind raced, a flood of emotions and thoughts hitting him all at once. He wasn’t used to this—this kind of closeness, this kind of vulnerability. But then, something shifted. The warmth of Aria’s lips, the gentle way she kissed him, stirred something deep inside him.

Aria’s heart pounded in her chest, and she poured everything into the kiss—her gratitude, her affection, the emotions she had been holding back for so long. No one had ever protected her the way Levi had. No one had ever made her feel as safe as she did now since her parents died. And now, sitting there with him, kissing him, she felt something shift between them.

Levi sat still as a statue, his heart pounding in his chest as Aria’s lips pressed softly against his. His mind, usually so sharp and calculating, had gone silent for the first time in what felt like years.

A part of him had expected to recoil, to pull away from the kiss out of instinct, but he didn’t. Instead, his body responded naturally, without the hesitation he’d expected. His lips moved against hers, and he kissed her back, slowly, deliberately, as if some long-buried part of him had decided this was exactly what he wanted.

Aria, sensing his shift, leaned in closer, her hands sliding up to rest gently on his chest. Her heartbeat quickened, but she kept her touch light, not wanting to push him too far too quickly. She could feel the tension in his body, the war between his usual guarded nature and this rare moment of vulnerability. But Levi wasn’t pulling away. He wasn’t protesting. He was kissing her back, and that was enough.

The kiss was slow, unhurried, and filled with something deeper than either of them had expected. For Levi, it was as if the walls he had built so carefully over the years—the ones that kept everyone at a distance—had started to crumble, just a little. Aria had always been persistent, always pushing him, but this… this was different. This wasn’t just teasing or flirting. This was something real.

Aria pulled back slightly, just enough to break the kiss, her breath coming in soft, shallow gasps as she looked up at him. Her lavender eyes searched his face, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them was thick with unspoken feelings, and Levi could feel the weight of it settling over him like a blanket. He wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t used to letting anyone this close. But now that it had happened, he couldn’t ignore it.

Aria smiled softly, her fingers lightly tracing the fabric of his jacket as she sat there, her body still close to his. “You didn’t pull away,” she whispered, her voice gentle, as if she were afraid to break the moment.

Levi’s gray eyes met hers, his expression unreadable, but he didn’t look away. He could feel the heat still lingering on his lips, the ghost of the kiss hanging between them. “No,” he said quietly, his voice steady but softer than usual. “I didn’t.”

Aria’s smile widened slightly, her gaze softening as she leaned in just a little closer. “You kissed me back,” she added, her tone filled with quiet wonder. There was no teasing in her voice this time, no playful edge. Just sincerity.

Levi’s expression remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something that even he couldn’t fully hide. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice low. “I did.”

Aria’s heart fluttered at his words, and she leaned closer, resting her forehead gently against his chest. The warmth of his body, the steadiness of his presence, made her feel safe in a way she hadn’t expected. She had always felt drawn to Levi—his strength, his resolve, his quiet intensity—but now, sitting here with him, she realized just how deep that connection ran.

“I’ve been waiting for that,” Aria whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. “I’ve been waiting for you to let me in.”

Levi sat still, his hands resting loosely at his sides, but he didn’t push her away. He didn’t pull back. He just sat there, letting her words settle over him like the weight of the ocean pressing against the shore. He wasn’t used to this—this kind of closeness, this kind of vulnerability. But now that it was happening, he couldn’t deny the pull between them.

For so long, Levi had been focused on survival, on the mission, on protecting those around him. He had never allowed himself the luxury of wanting something for himself. But now, with Aria standing so close, her warmth seeping into him, he realized that maybe—just maybe—there was more to life than the constant struggle. Maybe, for the first time in a long time, he could allow himself to want something beyond the battlefield.

Aria tilted her head up slightly, her lavender eyes locking onto his once more. “Levi,” she whispered softly, her voice barely more than a breath, “you don’t have to be alone anymore.”

Levi’s eyes flickered, his jaw tightening slightly at her words. He had always been alone, hadn’t he? That was how it had to be. That was how he kept people safe. But now… now he wasn’t so sure.

He looked down at her, his expression still stoic, but the way his hands lightly gripped her waist betrayed the depth of his emotions. “I’m not used to this,” he admitted, his voice rough, as if the words themselves were difficult to say.

Aria smiled up at him, her hand coming up to lightly brush a strand of hair away from his face. “I know,” she said softly, her eyes filled with understanding. “But you don’t have to be.”

Levi was silent for a long moment, the sound of the waves crashing softly against the shore filling the air around them. His grip on her waist tightened just slightly, and though his expression remained composed, there was a softness in his eyes that Aria had never seen before.

Slowly, deliberately, Levi leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in another kiss—this time softer, slower, but filled with an emotion he couldn’t put into words. Aria responded immediately, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back, her heart pounding in her chest.

This time, there was no hesitation. Levi wasn’t pulling away. He wasn’t fighting it. He was letting her in.

And as they sat there, locked in each other’s embrace, Levi realized that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to be alone anymore. Not with Aria by his side.

And for the first time in a long time, Levi felt something that wasn’t duty, or responsibility, or the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He felt hope.

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kleoyeager78 · 11 months ago

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10 things I hate about you | 16

This is Eren's pov after the park chapter!

ERENS POV

I walked into my house, it was cold and empty.

Per usual.

Zeke had left for work and my parents were at work like always. I ran to my room to put my stuff down and went back downstairs to wait for Armin.

After a few minutes there was a knock on the door and sure enough it was the blonde he was waiting for, the two locked Erens front door and headed out.

“So how was studying with y/n, did she show up?” Armin asked while the two of us walked to Mikasa's house.

“Yeah” I said, not paying him any mind and just scrolling on my phone.

“You didn’t give her a hard time did you?” Armin laughed while scratching the back of his head.

“Why would you think that?” I looked up from my phone and stared at him.

Armin just blinked at me, “well you know you aren’t exactly easy for her to deal with” he said trying to put it to me nicely,

In all honesty I knew exactly what he meant. I just liked seeing him all worked up. I smirked, “I don’t think I did” I said knowing that those words to Armin meant I most definitely did.

Armin shook his head and sighed, knocking on Mikasa’s door. “Why do you have to be like that?” He asked in disappointment,

Just then Mikasa opened the door and Armin walked in, “like what?” I said teasing him while walking in Mikasa’s house right behind him.

Mikasa closed the door and we all made it upstairs to her room,

“Why are you like that?” I was laying on Mikasa’s bed reading some boring book for English class when Armin asked,

“Like what?” I closed my book because I was bored of it and this topic might interest me a bit more.

“How you treat y/n? She does nothing to you and you are so mean Eren” Armin said meeting my eyes from on the ground,

I laughed, “I really don’t know it’s just fun for me.” I shrugged. “Why are you always worried about y/n anyways? Do you like her or something?” I asked knowing I was just going to make Armin upset

“Do you?” Armin asked. His voice was filled with sass.

I chuckled, “and why would you think that?”

“Because YOU are the one that’s always bothering her. You can’t go a day without bothering her”

“You guys let’s focus on-“ I cut Mikasa off,

“Yet you’re the one checking on her constantly, you’re the one who has to be nice to her and has to make sure she’s okay every time she throws a bitch fit. So Armin tell me who’s really the one with the crush?” I said standing up,

Armin just scoffed, he knew that there was no use arguing with me, because he would be arguing with someone who was wrong and knew he was wrong but liked seeing people upset.

I knew for a fact Armin liked Annie. He had liked her ever since second grade when he got scared on a field trip and peed himself and she gave him spare pants. But seeing him get so worked up over the subject made me want to laugh.

“I’m gonna go downstairs for water, y’all want anything?” I asked.

Armin didn’t say a word and Mikasa asked me to get her a water,

When I got downstairs I let all my laughs out, I didn’t even know I had been keeping them in but as the moment upstairs replayed in my head I couldn’t help it.

I got a snack with two glasses of water and headed back upstairs.

We stopped studying about 20 minutes ago, Armin left about 5 and I had to stay to hear a lecture from Mikasa. Usually Armin would stay with me through these but I guess today I made him extra mad and he decided to just leave me,

“If Armin does actually like her, which we both know he doesn’t, then why be a piece of shit to her?” Mikasa asked.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged.

“You never fucking do, that’s your problem Eren. One day Armin isn’t going to take your bullshit anymore, I told you a million times to stop messing with people, it bothers him.” Mikasa sighed, “you most likely aren’t taking me serious right now anyways just go before it gets too late”

She was right, messing with people who gave me a response was a habit for me.

When I made my way outside I was surprised to see Armin waiting for me, “hey I thought you left” I said but he just started walking away.

“You still mad?” I said catching up to him but still I got no response.

After a few minutes of silence I decided to break it, “I’m sorry”

“For” Armin spoke.

“So now you can speak?”

Armin scoffed, “you know what? Actually no I won’t be speaking to you until you can form a decent apology.” He started walking faster but this time I didn’t bother catching up.

I actually started slowing down so I could just walk alone, I didn’t even feel like going home right now, and soon enough I had lost Armin in the distance of our walk.

When I finally returned home I saw Armin waiting outside for me, which made me laugh. Even when he was mad he still had to make sure I got home safely.

He rolled his eyes and walked away to his home that was a couple blocks away. When I seen him get inside his home I went inside mine.

I was met with my family spread out everywhere and eating. Zeke was sitting in the living room, my mom was standing in the kitchen and my dad was sitting at the table.

Zeke was the first person to notice me, “where have you been?” He asked me.

“Minding my business ugly” I said walking away to my room but before I could go to my room I heard my mom say ,

”don’t you want to eat with us?” To which I ignored and closed my room door behind me.

I never felt like eating at home, maybe it was all the weed I smoked or simply because I hated this place.

I grabbed clothes and went to take a shower,

When I got out the shower and went back to my room my dad was there sitting on my bed,

I sucked my teeth,

“Hi son” he patted my bed indicating for me to sit next to him but I chose to stand with my arms crossed, “you can stand if you want” he chuckled. “Listen, it’s around that time,” he cleared his throat.

“What time?” I asked ready for him to leave,

“Well you know uh,” he began to dig in his pocket for something and then pulled out a condom, “so basically you use these to-“

“How old do you think I am?” I yelled,

“Old enough to know?” He rubbed his neck sensing I was only getting more angry,

“Zeke already taught this stuff to me maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with your job you could’ve done it yourself” I yelled,

He stood up with tired eyes and grumbled something while reaching in his pockets, he pulled out a hundred dollar bill and left it on my bed before leaving my room,

I heard my parents talking and I could hear my mom was mad, “I said a talk not the talk you fool” she said slamming something down.

“Well I’m sorry but either way it would’ve been a waste of time he doesn’t like talking to us”

“Why do you think? You’re always at work”

“SO ARE YOU” my dad yelled. “Why am I the only one to blame? I told you that you could’ve stayed home and I would take care of all the bills”

“If you would’ve let me finish my sentence and not cut me off I would’ve said that,” my mom scoffed. “And you know I have to be busy all the time I can’t afford to stay home”

“With the son we have you would’ve been busy all the time”

“What is that supposed to mean” I mumbled to myself but then started listening to the conversation again.

“Great so I’m expected to just give up on what I love and stay home to make it easier for you huh?” My mom yelled.

“Did you listen to anything I said? Who am I kidding of course you didn’t because it’s all about you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Carla I already had a kid and I got to see first hand what it took to raise them, kids need parents, love and support I knew that and I told you that before we had him but you insisted that you wanted to be a mom and me being the idiot I am i allowed you to”

“But I wasn’t busy at the time” I heard my mom’s voice cracking, “I didn’t know I wouldn’t have- Grisha, where are you going?” I heard footsteps and I assumed it was my dad walking away but then my bedroom door opened.

it was zeke, “hello” he sat at my desk.

“What do you want?” I rolled my eyes.

“For you to stop being sassy, for your teachers to stop calling me, for you to clean your room like I asked you to multiple times, for you to stop-“

“I get it” I said sitting on my bed losing the ‘sas’ (as zeke liked to call it)

“How was your day?” He said relaxing in my chair,

“Okay I guess. It was nothing special about it”

“Everyday you wake up is special Eren,” he said, taking a cig out of his pocket and opening my window. “Take the money Eren” he suddenly said

“No, it’ll be on the counter tomorrow.” I said

“Why do you have to be so stubborn? If someone gave me a hundred dollars at your age I would gladly go spend it with my friends or buy new shoes or some shit”

“I don’t want money from them and besides my big brothers got me.” I said knowing it wouldn’t do much to faze zeke.

“You’re right I do but I’m also struggling. I don’t have much right now” zeke leaned his head back exhaling smoke.

“So you take it” I handed it to him.

“Why to use it on you later?”

“Exactly,”

Zeke chuckled and got up, “I’m glad you’re doing okay.” He opened the door, “oh and Eren-“

“Yes”

“Please stop fucking over my bosses daughter, if you keep making her cry every week I won’t have a job” he said in reference of Historia.

“She won’t leave me alone man”

“Whatever” with that he threw a small roll of paper at me and closed the door.

I realized that it was the money. I sighed and put the money in my dresser drawer before turning off my light and getting in bed, I didn’t go to sleep right away though, it was actually a routine for me to lay in the dark and think about things I had heard and said throughout the day until I just felt sleepy.

I began to think about Mikasa, Armin Historia and y/n but mainly y/n because almost every conversation I had today was about her.

The one with Armin,

The one with Mikasa,

and the one with Historia.

Earlier today

“Eren, do you want to go to the mall after school?” Historia asked me,

“No I have something to do,”

“What are you doing? Or should I be saying who?” She scoffed,

I rolled my eyes, this girl was by far the most annoying person in my life, “I’m going to the park with y/n for a class project”

Historias face changed, “why don’t you skip that and hang out with me” she said pulling her skirt up and touching my chest,

“I would but this is worth 60% of the class,” I lied. I really just didn’t want to do anything with her, I haven’t really wanted to do anything with her since I found holes in my condoms and I know she put them there because her friend sent me text messages of her saying it, when I confronted her she acted clueless which only made me think she was more crazy.

“Fuck, Mr.smith must be so annoying” she said kissing my neck,

“Yeah but I really need that class to pass so I don’t mind,” I said, trying to be more convincing.

“Is that the only reason you don’t mind?” Historia said,

Here she went again trying to start more problems, “what are you talking about?”

“Come on Eren” she scoffed, “you like the fact she’s in that class don’t you” she looked at me and I just sucked my teeth.

“What the fuck are you going on about?” I said looking at her in annoyance,

“Shut up and leave me alone” she said and walked away, I knew she expected me to run after her but I sure as hell didn’t,

She was obsessed with thinking I loved y/n, everyone was if I’m being honest but Historia was crazy about it, she’d let her friends put stuff in her head and run with it,

Which made her unbearable to be around,

Everyone wanted to know the reason I do what I do to y/n but if I’m being honest I don’t think I really know,

I mean it started when we were little, the first day we met actually.

When I saw how nice she was in class that day I hated it, I know it’s cruel but from that day on I tried to do anything to make her not smile because I thought it was unfair for her to smile all the time, there she was with a smile that never seemed to fade, positivity that never seemed to leave her body yet there I was with a smile that was non existent and an attitude that was never joyful nor happy, I hated my life and I just wish she could feel what I felt back then, every day I had to come home to nothing, no one, and I hated that someone could be so happy. I felt as though she had everything and as though I had nothing so I wanted to make her have nothing as well. But as time passed it just became a habit to mess with people who gave me a reaction it just made me feel like I was finally in control of something in my life.

THIRD PERSON POV

What Eren didn’t know is that you also had nothing. But when you started school you seen it as an escape from what was going on at home, everyday you went home to arguing, fighting and just pure violence. You would cry yourself to sleep with hands over your ears because of the screams you heard from behind your door. But going to school got you away from all of that, he didn’t realize once he took away school he took away every good thing you’ve ever had

A/N ~ I’m definitely going to have to edit this later but I’m not going to starve y’all any longer. I’ve missed y’all a lot. I just can never keep my mind on one thing.

#aot fanfiction #aot x reader #aot x y/n #attack on titan #attack on titan fic #bully!eren #eren x y/n #eren jaeger #eren yeager

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missmeinyourbones · 3 years ago

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i would literally kill for headcannons about the AOT boys’ (and girls and Hange too tbh) preferences in women atm, and written by you because your headcannons actually make me cackle out loud, and are so well-written and profoundly accurate. i’m feeling introspective like… who would really be into what traits? what shit actually captivates and attracts them? what little quirks allow someone to catch their eye? you seem to have such a well-rounded and thorough understanding of the characters so i thought i’d ask if that’s something you’d be interested in writing about<3

how fun!!!! here are a few thoughts on the matter…of course all personality and character traits, no physical ones :)

eren likes a s/o who’s a lil crazy LOL he likes spontaneity and fearlessness….he likes when someone is quick to say yes to new things or has a crazy story to tell at a party—he’s automatically pulled in by extroverted people. you tell him about how you pierced your own ear once or gave urself a stick and poke tattoo and he is horny on the spot

armin likes a s/o who’s a bit snippy, a bit dominant—he likes someone who knows what they want and isn’t afraid to fight for their own fairness. likes when someone keeps him on his toes with their quickness and brashness. ur at a party and someone accidentally bumps into him and doesn’t say sorry and you go right up to them like “you hit him, you owe him an apology” and he has to mentally muster up all of his strength not to get hard LOL

mikasa likes a gentle s/o, maybe a bit soft spoken and dreamy (kinda like her) who is very protective of and attentive to her. she’s used to being the giver—being the one to fill others cups with her own empty pot. when you put her first, above others and yourself (like she has done her whole entire life), she feels like it’s too good to be true. she loves someone who can prove that doting doesn’t have to mean weak—you can be sweet and salty, soft and driven

similar to armin, jean likes a s/o who’s a little mean LMFAOOO not like actually mean but he just loves to be walked like a dog. he loves a s/o that can “wear the pants in the relationship” and he can just sit back and be like wow...thats hot LOL. loves someone who can hold their own, as well as his own (even tho they dont have to be any means, he just thinks its attractive) he’s always been second choice so he loves someone standing up for him. someone hits on him and ur like “he’s my boyfriend :) do you not have fucking eyes?” and he’s literally mind body and soul all yours in that moment LOL. he admires someone who is straightforward and a bit aggressive with what they want/like

connie likes someone who can match his energy while simultaneously looking out for him and making sure he’s not being stupid lmfao. he loves someone who is willing try new things with him or express interest in something that he likes! but then when he gets a bit too into it and is about to make a bad decision, he appreciates when you hold him back. hes like “lets go out to the bar and see some friends tonight!” and ur like “yes! how fun!” and then you get there and hes like “i am gonna get so drunk, bartender gimme a round of shots!” and ur like “no, you have work tomorrow” and hes all “🫡🫡🫡 yes boss” he just loves to trust you blindly, his fav thing about you is knowing that you always do whats best for him

sasha likes someone who is patient. patience and kindness are so important to her!!!! she always tries to put her best foot forward and be kind to all without reasoning, so when her s/o does the same thing to her???? shes folding. shes often overlooked for being “slow” or “stupid” so when you praise her and treat her with respect, or take a moment to explain something to her instead of overlooking it, she appreciates that so so so so much. she is so attracted to someone who is genuine and caring and communicative....she loves to repay you for all you do (esp in the bedroom, shes a giver ;P )

hange is attracted to responsibility and stability. they need a s/o who will remind them to eat, go to bed, shower, etc. they love knowing that someone is looking out for their best interest, that they are someone’s first priority in a way as sweet and intimidate as domestic little errands or chores. they like someone who is attentive and observant—someone who remembers the little details of their tangents and asks them to further elaborate on something that intrigued them. hange loves effort

levi likes a clingy s/o….yes i think he’s overwhelmed at first bc he’s not used to receiving attention and openly accepting love in forms of physical or verbal affirmations…but once he experiences it, he’s addicted. he loves a s/o who always wants to be around him, touching him, resting on him, always near and with him in some capacity. he likes the permanence of a life long commitment to someone. he is so so so incredibly attracted to loyalty…the thought of you choosing him to spend the rest of your life with makes him literally feral

reiner likes a supportive s/o bc i think he needs a lot of reassurance and validation :/ he likes someone who will constantly verbally remind him of their love for him. likes a communicative and doting s/o. he’s such a big baby—you scratch his back when he’s laying down and the intimacy of the simple act has him tearing up like you’re scratching my back??? of all peoples backs you could be scratching??? 🥹🥹 he needs help lol

porco likes to be the boss of someone, or rather think that he’s being the boss of someone (when he’s in reality not in control at all lmfao) ive said this a handful of times but he likes to be the fun police. likes to watch over you, let you have your fun but stop you when you’re being too reckless (kinda the opposite of connie), likes to be the one to pull you in and say ok that’s enough 🤨 or what am i gonna do with you 🤨 when in reality he is wrapped around ur lil finger, constantly thinking about you and if youre ok / having fun

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uppermocns-moved · 4 years ago

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𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

eren, armin, levi, and jean + what they’re like in a relationship

cw: nsfw mentions. fairly gender-nonspecific but i do use “girl” in some nicknames. levi + jean get a little canon-focused

𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘳

"i missed you” “i was only gone for an hour” “so?”

very affectionate and always craving physical touch.

likes to always be touching you in some way, whether it’s holding your hand or resting his head on your thighs when you’re relaxing.

horny 25/8

looks for you the moment he enters a room

very protective and won’t hesitate to wedge himself between you and dangerous situations. you often have to intervene when he gets in this mood, otherwise he’ll fully start a fistfight over it.

on expeditions – he isn’t afraid of losing you because he will protect you with his entire life. you’re not going anywhere. in all honesty, he might go on a murderous rampage if anything bad ever does happen to you.

sarcastic, dry humor. will jokingly say “wow, someone’s needy” when you get affectionate, as if he isn’t the biggest gimme kiss boyfriend to exist.

“i love you. say it back.”

doesn’t get jealous or insecure when other people come onto you - his ego is the size of the moon, he knows you’re his and that nobody else poses a threat to your relationship.

doesn’t mean he won’t fuck you into the mattress over it later

when someone checks you out (or him), eren will wrap himself around you and go heavy on the neck kisses to further remind everyone of his place.

most obnoxious petnames – baby, sugar, angel, honey, cupcake, sweet pea, flower, cutie patootie, pudding, pumpkin, bug

“my little sidekick”

eren’s stubbornness makes it hard for him to realize when to pick his battles. he doesn’t know when to drop it and let you calm down before you talk it out like actual adults, which leads to some pretty unpleasant arguments.

however, he learns over time and knows to give you space before coming in to apologize and do what he can to make it up to you. you’ll never go to sleep angry or upset, or doubting the stability of your relationship.

completely and absolutely fucking useless in the kitchen, he prefers to sit back and watch you “do your thing”. usually, you can sucker him into doing the dishes. he’ll do anything you ask if you give him the puppy eyes.

𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻

gamer bf

eren insists on driving. even if it’s a 20 hour road trip. he’s driving.

usually he picks the music too because "my car, my rules” but he secretly doesn’t mind when you steal the aux cord and play what you want

always drives with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh

gets you a necklace with his name on it and most definitely has a matching one with your initial that dangles in your face when he’s on top

pays for almost everything. you’ll be at a check-out ready to swipe your card when he just bumps you out of the way and pays instead. he likes knowing he can take care of you.

𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵

he’s a giant sweetheart and unconditionally loving

gets you a promise ring

doesn’t mind pda but is very appropriate about it - holding your hand and giving it the occasional kiss, loosely draping his arm around you when you’re sitting, maybe a kiss on the cheek every now and then.

always looks at you with the kindest, fondest eyes. literal heart eyes.

not the biggest fan of conflict but will gladly get his ass beat defending your honor like when eren was mean to mikasa and armin threw himself over the table to punch him. yeah, he got his ass handed to him after that, but it’s the thought that counts.

because he doesn’t like conflict, arguments are scarce and usually talked through until a solution is found. he never raises his voice and definitely not at you.

on expeditions – armin tries his best to trust that you can take care of yourself - you went through the same training together and he’s seen your strength and how capable you are. it doesn’t change the fact that his stomach hurts when he sees you get injured.

always thinks of you when he learns new things and wonders what you’d think about it. always curious to know your opinion on everything.

sleepovers every night. he likes reading to you until you doze off on him.

likes when you dote on him - gently caressing his face, ruffling his hair, shoulder massage after an especially long day

praise kink please for the love of god tell him he’s pretty or how smart he is

“sweet girl” “pretty girl”

secretly a little possessive but not in an unhealthy way. he’ll breathe out “all mine” while you’re making out or ask you who you belong to. it’s like he turns into a whole new person - kissing rougher and holding tighter, like he needs to hear you say it, and while he’s a sweetheart, he doesn’t like to share.

surprisingly high sex drive. 100% a giver and could spend hours making you feel good.

teamwork makes the dream work! you’re a power couple and like to take on tasks together, like cleaning or cooking

celebrates mini-anniversaries. you will get six-month flowers.

𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻

semi-gamer bf and sometimes plays with eren and jean. prefers strategy and critical thinking games, though. he gets in fights with eren all the time because armin “goes easy on him”, then proceeds to kick his ass to a humiliating degree.

he loves giving acts of service and will always take on favors for you

he’s perfect to bring home to the family, he’s a such a sweetheart and a charmer. everyone loves him.

he loves traveling and seeing the world with you. you probably have a scrapbook full of your adventures.

𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯

you’re silently pining after each other for years

he gets so flustered that he accidentally rejects you the first time you make a move and you go to sleep humiliated

“i like you.” “you’re better than this.”

he’s touch-starved. one time you flick a bug off his shoulder and he thinks about that slight touch for the rest of the week

you remain pretty independent when you’re on duty though – no pda.

levi is horrible at expressing his love with words. he relies on acts of service and checking in on you. his actions speak louder and you can tell how deeply in love with you he is.

“have you eaten today? eat.” “get some sleep.”

sometimes you’ll return to your room and find your bed neatly made with fresh bedding, or a vase with flowers sitting on the table. he’ll run you a bath and light some candles after a hard day and dote on you when you’re injured.

he acts like it’s so bothersome, but he loves taking care of you. he loves keeping you safe and protected.

he’ll let you sleep in a little longer when you spend the night in his room, giving you a kiss on your forehead before he leaves to get an early start on work. sasha and connie barge in to wake you up “by all means necessary” an hour later. captain’s orders.

levi doesn’t say i love you often and will usually whisper it to you when you’re deep asleep. he’ll take a moment when things are bad and tell you he loves you. you needed to hear it, he needed to say it.

on expeditions – even though he trusts you, levi still feels like it’s his responsibility to protect you. he’d defend you with his life. it’s hard for him to sit back and watch you fly into dangerous situations, or volunteer to ride in the most vulnerable part of the flank. he prefers keeping you in his sight at all times, ready to intervene if you’re in imminent danger or about to do something stupid. you sacrifice yourselves together, idiot.

he likes resting his head on your stomach and letting you run your fingers through his hair. he likes when you lean into him. he likes climbing on top of you and making up for all the kisses he couldn’t steal the whole day.

massive fucking tease and filthy mouth

quickies in his office and slow sex in the mornings where you hold each other close and gasp into each other’s mouths

he doesn’t call you petnames – just your name and a soft, affectionate look in his eyes

very self-sufficient and prefers to take on tasks like cooking and cleaning himself. you know he has impossible standards. you’re his little helper, though.

he trusts you with his life and knows pretty much from day one that he’ll be spending the rest of it with you

𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻

movie nights – your busy work schedules make it hard to spend quality time together in the weekdays. every friday, you’ll pick a movie and curl up on the couch. you get a little wine drunk and if the movie is particularly bad, levi gives his own hilarious commentary and voiceovers (until you forget about the movie and fuck on the couch instead)

𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯

such a playful and loving boyfriend

you definitely started out as friends, completely oblivious of your feelings for each other. he’d confide in sasha and connie and they’d scream at him to just talk to you, and embarrass him in front of you. one time, you put your hand on his shoulder and he completely stopped breathing.

respectful amount of pda – likes holding your hand, putting his arm around you, playful kicks under the table, sneaking kisses when people aren’t fully paying attention. he likes sitting across from you at the table so he can admire your pretty face.

talks about you constantly and is guilty of oversharing with the boys (nothing too personal but enough to make you flustered and lightly punch his arm)

he can be a hot-headed idiot sometimes, but he’s your hot-headed idiot.

you always go to sleep cuddled into his chest and wake up to him completely sprawled out and upside down. he also snores and will play-wrestle you until you get out of bed.

shower sex almost every morning until you lose track of time and have to sprint down to breakfast together

sharing food. not even asking, just forking off each other’s plates.

on expeditions – he likes working together and keeping you in his sight, or at least knowing what you’re doing. when you have to split up, he busies himself with his current tasks and tells himself you’ll be waiting for him when it’s all over. it may be blind optimism, but it helps him from worrying too much and making any impulsive and reckless decisions.

you help each other relax after long days, whether it’s sex or a good back and shoulder massage.

while you have your own rooms, you always spend the night with each other. his things are scattered across your room and your things are all over his.

you have identical uniforms but he likes when you wear his jacket to dinner (he tried to wear yours to be funny but his shoulders are too big)

you have matching rings that you wear on chains around your neck

very equal power dynamics when it comes to domestic life – you love each other. you look out for each other. you take care of each other.

𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻

gamer bf jean always on discord with eren, yelling into his headset until your neighbors file a noise complaint

he can dress himself just fine but he likes when you help him pick out clothes and call him handsome

probably loves going hiking and camping, generally just active outdoor things

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whats-her-quirk · 4 years ago

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milk

jean kirstein x reader 18+ (minors dni) warnings: lactation, semi-public sex, mommy kink wc: 3.5k

“I’ll stay here, you two go ahead and have fun.” Jean’s mother had been all too eager when you got the group text from Sasha. Niccolo had just proposed, and they wanted everyone to come out to the cocktail bar they were at and celebrate with them. You had sighed wistfully, realizing how much you missed your friends. Your social life had been mostly put on hold for the past month since your daughter was born—justifiably so. You and Jean were both completely smitten with her, plus getting the hang of this ‘new parent’ thing had been pretty intense. You’d never been away from your baby since she was born, never more than a few paces away whenever she needed you, so the possibility of going somewhere without her hadn’t even crossed your mind.

It was already past her usual bedtime, not to mention cold outside. It was a spur of the moment invitation, something you hadn’t planned ahead for. But in spite of all the reasons not to go, Jean’s mother was already over for dinner and more than willing to stay with your daughter while you went out for the first time since she was born. You’d glanced at your husband hesitantly, but he left the decision up to you. “We’ll do whatever you want to do, babe.”

After chewing your lip for a while and some light nudging from Jean’s mother—”You deserve a little break, don’t worry about a thing, I’ll put her to bed and stay as long as you need…”—you agree.

It takes a while for you to find something decent to wear, as the cross section of what’s nice enough to wear to this swanky bar and what actually fits you right now doesn’t leave you with many options. Ultimately, you find the nicest dress you have that also conceals the thick straps of your nursing bra and toss a cardigan over top. All that’s left is to grab the essentials out of the diaper bag and toss them in one of your nicer purses, and the next thing you know, you and Jean are sitting side by side on barstools, chatting with your friends as soft jazz music pumps out of the speakers.

A few of them, namely Sasha and Mikasa, are disappointed that your little girl is nowhere to be seen, though they’ve met her before. You and Jean are the first of the group to have a kid, which is fascinating to some of your friends while others could not be less interested. Still, every time someone asks about her, your stomach flips. It’s not that you don’t trust Jean’s mother; quite the contrary. You know your baby’s in capable hands, it’s just that you’re worried that she misses you. That she needs you. You stare straight ahead into the mirror behind the bar, fretting over what’s happening at home.

Jean puts a finger to your chin and points your eyes toward his; he must sense you worrying. “You ok? We can go home whenever you want to.” He gives you a sweet smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He’s missing his little princess too, but he’s doing his best not to show it, for your sake. Even when Marco claps a hand on his shoulder and asks if he wants to do shots, he doesn’t look away, waiting for your answer before he gives his.

You shake the nervousness off. This is your next big test as a new mom, and you’re gonna do your best to make it through the night without rushing home because of a little separation anxiety. Sooner or later, you’ll need to get used to this. “No, we can stay a while.”

Jean leans in for a quick kiss, petting your hair softly before he pulls back. “Just keep me posted.” He pecks your forehead once more before turning around to throw back that shot.

You’re playing designated driver tonight, but you don’t mind. You’re mostly staying away from alcohol until you’re done breastfeeding anyway. Getting the timing right is just too difficult, so it’s easier to just stay mostly sober for at least a few more months. And since Jean’s mom will be around to lend a hand later tonight if you need it, you don’t mind if he gets a little drunk. He’s been a fantastic partner through all this, so he deserves a little break too.

You’re chuckling at the guys fighting over who gets to buy Niccolo’s next drink when a twinge and then a dull pain steals your attention. As discreetly as you can, you reach under your left arm with your right hand to rub at the side of your breast. Shit. The invitation had come so suddenly that you left the house without thinking to pump your milk. There were bottles in the fridge, plenty ready if your girl got hungry while you were away. You hadn’t felt particularly full before you left the house, but you were starting to get a little tight.

But you just said you wanted to stay, and it’s not too bad yet. You try and forget as Sasha slides into Jean’s abandoned seat to show you her ring again. You’ll stay a little longer, you think, as you fawn over her gorgeous pearl set in diamonds.

‘A little longer’ turns into an hour, a move from the bar to a booth, and a few more rounds of drinks for Jean and the gang. You sip on a Shirley Temple, shifting uncomfortably every few minutes. You can tell Jean is having a good time, catching up with everyone and telling stories about his little princess that make you beam with pride. You’re fine, you assure yourself. You’ll pump as soon as you get home.

While the booth is more comfortable than the bar, especially since you’re situated on the end seat, it is warmer down here. When you feel yourself starting to sweat, you slink out of your cardigan, folding it in your lap. You feel cooler yet more exposed. This dress showed a lot of cleavage before your breasts swelled in pregnancy, still plump and almost spilling over the low neckline. You’re not the only one who notices; when Jean leans over to ask you something, you catch his eyes flicking down and back up again. He sucks in a sharp breath, and his hand finds its way to your thigh under the table, thumb rubbing little circles into your leg as he licks his lips, not subtle enough.

Under his hand, your knee bounces. You should say something, just tell him you need to go home, but it feels too late now, somehow. Your breasts are almost unbearably tight, under pressure that you wish you could just will away. You find yourself holding your breath until you feel a sudden tension squeeze your left breast. You hiss as you feel your nipple leak, and though you thank your stars that you wore one of your special absorbent bras, the pressure is too much.

You grit your teeth and hiss again as the pain pulses, forcing you to stand from the table. You have to get to somewhere private right now: a bathroom, anything. You curse yourself, stupid, stupid, as you grab your purse and cardigan.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” Jean asks. He’s flushed but not wasted, soft but not slurring, and obviously concerned. You can’t stand around here and explain, not in front of your friends and especially not when your tits are killing you. Instead, you grab him by the wrist and pull him away too quickly to judge if anyone notices your urgency.

You walk with purpose, weaving through people standing at the bar or congregating around cocktail tables, conversation at a dull roar over the music tinkling from the sound system. Jean tries repeatedly to ask what’s going on, but you’re working with one track mind, desperate for relief. In a back hallway, you find a single-occupancy bathroom and drag Jean inside and lock the door, hardly caring who sees and what they think.

It’s a nice bar, so the bathroom is clean and decently well-decorated, if a little small. You toss your purse and sweater on the countertop and bend forward over the sink. Jean puts a hand to the middle of your back. “Please, tell me what’s happening. You’re freaking me out.”

The pain ebbs and flows, sharper one moment and duller the next. Once you can finally get a breath in, you turn to him. “My tits hurt so bad. They’re too full.”

The look on his face is a bit dumbfounded, like maybe he hadn’t considered that such a thing was possible. “Did you bring the pump?”

You hold up your miniature handbag, agitated but only at yourself. “I left it in the diaper bag. Wouldn’t have fit in here anyway.” You hiss again, and Jean lunges for you, his hands rubbing your hips.

“Baby, you should have said something sooner.” His voice is soft, laced with concern and pity.

You shake your head. “I know, I know, but I have to do something about this. Like right now. Fuck.” You’re not really thinking about anything but the straining in your chest as you push down the straps of your dress. The entire top falls around your waist, and you don’t waste any time unclipping the strap of your nursing bra from the cup.

The tiniest wave of relief washes over you as the cup falls forward your breast bounces free. You do the same with the other cup before pushing down the band of your bra, bunching it around your waist with your dress. You swear you can feel the milk sloshing inside you, almost too full to move. When you lift one tit in your hand, your nipple leaks again. Without something to absorb it, a dribble of breast milk runs down to the underside of your breast. You’re practically dripping.

“Oh, baby,” Jean breathes, concerned and mesmerized all at once. Carefully not to press against your tits with his chest, he slides his hands around you, his chin pointed down as he watches your full breasts jiggle at the slightest motion. When the pain stabs you again and your back arches away from it, you can’t stop the little groan that slips out.

Twitchy hands move from your hips to your face. “Let me help,” Jean says a little too desperately. “If I suck on your tits a little, will that make it hurt less?”

You’re not in a position to turn him down. “Please, I’ll try anything.” Jean helps you up to sit on the edge of the counter, and you open your legs for him to stand between. You lean back on the heels of your hands as his lips drag down your neck, over your collarbone and down to your swollen breast. When his tongue swipes over the peak of your nipple, you gasp.

He pulls back. “Did it hurt?”

“No,” you pant, pleasantly surprised. “No, it felt good. Don’t stop.” You lean back farther so your tree of a husband doesn’t have to couch over so far to reach your chest. Jean’s eyes widen before he breaks your gaze, leaning down mouth-first to capture your nipple gently between his lips.

He moves slowly at first, like he’s unsure and wary of hurting you. He licks over your nipple with the tip of his tongue, shuddering when he tastes your leaking milk before flicking his tongue out for more. Feather light, he wraps his lips around your enlarged breast and sucks very hesitantly. When you hum instead of gasp, he continues.

A thigh and ass man through and through, Jean doesn’t always give your tits this kind of attention. While he’s sucked plenty of hickies into the soft skin of them and played with your nipples to stimulate you, it’s never been quite like this. But admittedly, your breasts have never looked like this, never felt like this either.

So when Jean lifts his head to meet your eyes, eyebrows furrowed as if he’s overwhelmed, and sighs, “Oh god,” you know you’ve stumbled into something much bigger than just dulling your pain.

Jean kisses at your nipple again, pressing his stomach against yours as he sucks, harder this time. You tilt your head fully back, neck exposed to the ceiling, and moan quietly as he takes care of you.

Jean doesn’t just taste you; he gulps, sucking down the milk that starts to flow freely from your pebbled nipple. He breathes hard through his nose, little sounds dampened against the mound of your breast as he presses his face in harder. His nose brushes in your cleavage, the stubble on his chin tickling just above your rib cage. When he lifts his hand to palm under the curve of your tit and squeeze, the liquid pours out faster and he slurps obscenely around you.

“Oh fuck,” he curses when he finally breaks for air. “Shit, oh my god. Is it helping?”

“Yeah,” you pant desperately, reaching to stroke his long, pushed back hair. A drop of your milk runs from the corner of Jean’s mouth, leaving a wet track down his chin that makes you moan and spread your legs further apart.

“Fuck,” he curses again. “Fuck, mommy.” The word barely leaves his lips before he’s attached to you again, but it spurs a burning urge that drips between your legs. He’s never called you that before, not in a sexual context, and you never expected it would make you this wet.

Your legs wrap around Jean’s waist, knees pressing into his ribcage and ankles locked against his lower back. He tugs on your thigh with his free hand, pulling it tight against him as he continues to suck and squeeze at your tit. You breathe hard, grinding your core against his stomach for a little bit of friction so you don’t cry out. Jean, on the contrary, only gets louder the more he drinks you in, moaning and begging for you as his mouth gets sloppier.

“Oh god, mommy. I love you so much. Just let me take care of you, mommy, please. So good.” The louder he whines, the more you start to wonder if the walls are thin enough to hear through. This isn’t some dive bar, after all.

You grasp Jean by the jaw, pulling him off your chest. His chin is soaked, his eyes glazed. He stares at you, pleading and needy as he tongue darts out to lick at his bottom lip. You let out a heavy exhale because damn does he look sexy like this, but you have to hold it together.

“Do the other one, but you have to be quieter. Or else I’ll make you stop.”

Jean nods his head and whimpers. You tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, stroking the back of his head as you do. You pucker your lips for a kiss, tasting yourself on him as his mouth lands on yours. “Good boy,” you sigh when he pulls back.

A groan hitches in Jean’s throat, but he’s able to keep it down, earning his praise. You shift under him, twisting just a bit to offer up your other breast, and Jean indulges. His tongue swirls around your nipple first, and though you feel a jolt when he closes his lips and slurps, you squirm in pleasure as you feel the pressure in your chest begin to dissipate. You watch as his eyes close and his brows crease, lost in the taste and feel of your heavy breast in his mouth and his hand. He moans quietly in his throat, the vibrations thrumming your pert nipple.

Jean opens his mouth to pant around you before squeezing your tit in his hand, practically squirting your milk down his throat. You twitch and moan softly, your legs clamped around his waist like a vice. His cock is hard against your ass, incredibly so, and you’re turned on because he’s turned on.

“Mommy, oh fuck, yes,” he whines in a whisper. He pulls back to lick his lips only to let them slide, wet and sloppy, over your tit again, pressing hard kisses to the underside of the mound that make your eyes roll back in your head. “Do you feel better?” he pants hard against your side.

You grab frantically at his hair, his shoulders, wanting him closer, desperate to be filled now that you’re so empty. “Yes, baby,” you sigh, reaching down to palm his erection. “Do you want me to help you with this now?”

“Oh god,” is all the answer you get, but you hear it loud and clear. Jean unzips his pants while you wiggle and hike your skirt up around your hips. Your legs dangle loosely around him until he pulls his stiff cock above his waistband and moves forward to rub it against you. The hard ridges of his shaft feel heavenly against your cunt, even through your panties. He ruts against you, dry humping as his lips find your neck, impossibly hungry for more of you. Your toes curl as you pull your panties to the side. You’d be embarrassed about how wet you are if your husband hadn’t just been sucking your tits like a man starved.

With your thighs anchored at his waist, Jean eases forward, swirling his tip around your hole to lube up. He hisses and groans, the sounds growing louder again, but this time you don’t care. You’ve been gone long enough already; your friends will suspect you’re up to something, but it doesn’t matter. All that you care about is the glorious stretch when Jean pushes into you, you realize, for the first time since your daughter was born.

You feel ready for this; you want it more than anything, missing the feeling of being filled completely by him. Every muscle in his body is tight as he rocks slowly into you, holding you firmly against his chest as he does. “You ok?” he asks breathlessly.

“God, yes.” You swear you can feel him inside, outside, all over you at once, and you’re ready to give your body over and succumb almost as soon as you’ve begun. “I’m not going to last long.”

“Me neither,” he says through gritted teeth as he grinds into you, thrusting in and massaging deep inside your walls, sending a flurry of butterflies to your stomach. Your legs and feet clench behind him as your gut tightens around his throbbing cock, dizzy and close to your breaking point. Jean gasps for air, moaning with his mouth wide open as he snaps his hips against you. A particular shuddering groan sends you over the edge, your cunt squeezing down hard around him as you silently scream in release.

Jean moves faster, hurtling toward his own end in your pussy’s vicelike grip, murmuring mommy with every breath until he shatters. His cum spills inside you, hot and thick, sliding out of you when he pulls out. He slides your panties back into place, pressing over your hole with two long fingers, to hold in what’s trying to seep out. He leans forward, one hand on the mirror behind your head as his forehead comes to rest on your shoulder. You pet at his hair, smoothing it down as best you can as he catches his breath.

“That was,” he pants, “not what I expected was going to happen tonight.” He chuckles lightly, and you can’t help but do the same. It’s absurd, in a way, but you can’t say you regret it, even considering how uncomfortable you were for a minute there. Now that you’ve discovered his mommy kink, you don’t plan on letting him forget it, either.

Once Jean has collected himself, he helps you get dressed again, slightly sore but no longer throbbing breasts tucked back into your bra and dress. You opt to put your cardigan back on when you spy the hickies dotted across your chest and neck in the mirror. Your absence together is suspicious enough. You hurry out of the bathroom, feeling flushed and sweaty, with slick and cum dampening your panties, but what else are you going to do?

The party has broken up a bit when you return, your friends spread out across the bar and different booths from where you left them. You and Jean lean close together against the wall, waiting to say goodbye to the happy new couple before you head out to the car. Jean’s hand remains around your waist, holding you against his side as he plays with a ruffle on your dress.

Low enough for only you to hear, he says, “Your body is amazing, you know that?”

Your chest flutters, a smile blooming on your lips. “Thanks.”

He chuckles. “I mean it. It’s done and changed so much, it’s beautiful.” He nudges you, knows he’s being silly now but also somehow sincere at the same time. It’s the kind of easy ribbing you’re used to from him. “I swear, since you got pregnant, it’s just the gift that keeps on giving.”

You lace your fingers clumsily with his. “Maybe you should try knocking me up again sometime.”

Jean pulls you in for a kiss. “Oh, I plan on it,” he mumbles against your lips.

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