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nininikki · 2 months ago

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

V. call me when you get this

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

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

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

✧ word count — 9.1k (omg srry)

series masterlist / previous chapter

15 SEPTEMBER, TWO MONTHS BEFORE THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

15 SEPTEMBER, TWO MONTHS BEFORE THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION

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

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

“hello,” you said upon answering.

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

“oh, hi jean. how’s it going?”

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

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

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

“do something?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’d, uh, i’d love to, jean.”

***

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

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

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

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

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

“well he’s french, isn’t he?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you love me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i thought i hit the seven!”

“just been wantin’ to hear your voice,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re fucking him?”

“no!”

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

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

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

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

hange made a face indicative of needing more information.

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

“and you like him, too?”

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

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

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

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

“‘m not crying.” you scoffed.

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

you sniffed. “fair.”

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what were you thinking, eren?”

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

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

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

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

“you’re what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“glad you agree with me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i wish that were possible.”

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

“you’re gonna what?”

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

“eren, don’t be st—”

“un-unh. tomorrow.”

“that’s imp—”

“at 8:30.”

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

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

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

“somethin’ pretty, like you always do.”

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

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

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

“in the daisy dukes?”

“you’re pushing it.”

***

16 SEPTEMBER

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

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

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

“uh yeah, why?”

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

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

“seriously, though. how do i look?”

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

“not funny, hange!”

“what? she was a babe.”

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

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

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

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

“you’re the boss.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

“please, eren?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“stupid?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“‘course.”

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

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

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

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

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

“that’s good to know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’ll call you tomorrow. how’s that?”

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

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

17 SEPTEMBER

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

“he—”

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

“huh?”

“find a tv and turn it on!”

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

“any news, just hurry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the-traveling-poet · 5 days ago

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𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧 // 𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒪𝓃𝑒 ~ “𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒶𝑔𝑒”

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

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( A/N: ) Ack I’m so excited to do this again! For prompt no.1, I’ve decided to take a lil (slightly edited, from ch.2) snippet from my ongoing Levi x F!reader fic “What Shitty Luck”. Go check out @thedrabblecollective to keep up with everyone’s entrees and follow along yourselves!

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“I saw the way you watched her,” Erwin suddenly spoke up, his gaze focused elsewhere out the carriage window as he spoke.

Feigning ignorance, Levi huffed. “Watched who?”

“Don’t play dumb, Levi. You’re not so good at that as you are dealing out sarcasm.”

“I wasn’t watching Y/N any sort of way.” Levi defended, having the gall to even look offended.

“Ah, but I didn’t say her name, did I? I could have been referring to the woman standing in the lobby when we left.”

Erwin chuckled, briefly meeting his eye before Levi quickly looked away with a scowl.

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andreaheartscats · 5 months ago

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Levi Ackerman headcanons

-> Despite his stoic demeanor, Levi is incredibly attentive to the little things. If someone he cares about skips a meal or looks tired, he’ll silently leave a plate of food or a warm drink nearby. No words needed.

-> Cleaning isn't just a chore for Levi. It's his way of showing his love. If he really cares about someone, during the cleaning hours he would subtly tidy their work space. Though he would never admit it.

-> Levi has trouble sleeping, but he uses the time to check in on those he loves. You might wake up to find a blanket draped over you or your favorite snack left out for you.

-> Levi isn't so great at expressing his emotions and we are all very aware of that. Which means his love language leans toward acts of service. If he brings you tea just the way you like it or quietly mends a tear in your jacket, that’s his way of saying he cares.

-> On rare mornings when he allows himself to relax, Levi enjoys sitting with you in silence, sipping tea as the sunlight streams in. He treasures those moments of quiet peace.

-> Levi loves the quiet intimacy of sitting next to someone he trusts, each of you absorbed in your own book but occasionally sharing passages or thoughts.

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zoozvie · 5 days ago

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Feeling overworked? Have soft Levi as a treat.

You, a tired student taking classes on top of working the night shift, are coming home to the apartment you share with Hange. Their friends are there again, which isn’t abnormal since they always make time to study together even though they have differing majors. One doesn’t even attend your school; he owns the cafe right outside campus.

The exception is Hange’s boyfriend, Moblit. He practically lives here with you two, so he’s always at the gatherings. And breakfast. And most dinners.

When you walk in, it’s well past sundown. You kick off your shoes and debate grabbing a protein bar for dinner before getting distracted by the rowdiness in the living room. The squad is discussing over a battle map laid out on the thrifted coffee table. Everyone but Miche sits on cushions on the floor to reach their pieces around the game board.

When you walk over behind your roommate(s), Hange greets you brightly as Moblit flips through the large book in front of him, muttering the name of the spell Hange has requested to cast. ‘ah, yes, they’ll need to make a DEX save for that—’

Erwin smiles at you, asking about your day, and you shrug it off good-naturedly. Nothing interesting to report back about. Hange shifts up to their knees and grabs the protractor from the end of the table. “Roomie! You should sit in for a bit, make sure we’re playing right.”

You debate with yourself only a little before agreeing. Earning a few chuckles from your reply, “Think you can’t do addition?”

In your usual routine, by now you’d be sprawled across your unmade bed, stripped of your day clothes but not ready to put on your work uniform. Maybe you’d be scrolling mindlessly on your phone or shutting your eyes for a quick hour that only feels like a few minutes.

But the company is good, and you get along with your roommate’s friends just fine, so you make your way around Erwin and Hange to perch on the open spot next to Miche on the opposite side of the table, above where Levi happened to be leaning against the couch.

“I think the energy is calmer over here.” Is your quiet explanation as you step toward Levi’s spot on the floor. He’s quick to lean up and, after you perch on the couch, he rests back where your leg would be if you hadn’t tucked it underneath yourself.

Miche huffs a laugh, leaning forward to check his paper. “You’re definitely right about that.”

With everyone a little distracted by the phrasing of the rules, Levi carefully tips his head back to rest against the couch, peeking up at you upside-down.

“You have work tonight?”

“In a few hours.” Your voice is soft when you answer.

Today may not have been more challenging than any other day, but the accumulation of your entire work week on top of classes weighs you down enough to really feel it in your body. Thankfully, today is your last shift before your two-day break.

Then you’ll have time for the paper due on Monday.

Yay.

“You should eat.”

“I can get something when I’m there.”

His nose wrinkles, “Vending machine crap isn’t going to help you.”

It’s not the first time he’s mentioned this to you. You’ve argued before that your breakroom has a kiosk with little sandwiches and cups of fruit in the fridge. He claims it doesn’t help when you buy an energy drink alongside your ‘rodent food’.

Usually, Hange is the one drawing his ire, for good reason, but he’s been known to lash out at every one of his friends once in a while, for good intentions and purposes. You do notice that he speaks to you a little differently, a little more gently.

It’s probably because you two aren’t as close as they all are; you’re still somewhat of an outsider. Or maybe you looked as thoroughly wrecked as you feel, and someone other than customers or professors scolding you just seemed cruel.

Moblit drags Levi’s and your attention back as he finalizes the outcome of Hange’s character’s spell attack. And they Whoop! when three of their enemies are burnt to a crisp.

Their little party ends up going through a few more rooms of the castle they’re exploring before Levi stands up to grab a drink. When Moblit asks you a technical GM’s question, you see Hange smirk and sneakily show Erwin something they wrote on their paper. Only to have their face fall when Erwin smiles and points at something on his.

Levi comes back with drinks and your bag of trail mix, which he must have taken from the pantry. He gives one drink to Erwin and sits down in front of you again, offering the bag to you over his shoulder.

He’s closer than before. His side pressed against your leg. When you take the bag, your fingers brush, and he glances back at you with a soft look. That’s how Levi was. Caring and protective, even if you wouldn’t expect it from someone so irritable.

And damn. Sometimes it just felt good to be seen.

You picked through the mix of nuts as you sat silently for the next twenty minutes until their session came to an end. It was quite an entertaining group. Moblit was doing a great job of storytelling, in your opinion, even with Hange—and sometimes Erwin’s—unconventional ideas. Everyone had a good connection to their characters, roleplaying and fighting together as a team. You could feel their enjoyment as they packed up.

“Heading to work, roomie?” Hange asked offhandedly.

You looked at the time. “...Yeah, I’m going to get ready to go.”

Levi stayed seated against you while gathering his things. The atmosphere tonight urged you to be a little braver than usual, and you hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder. He was warm. Almost shockingly so compared to your cold fingers.

Soothed by just a touch, you imagined how nice his hugs must be.

When he looked at you, something different was in his eyes. But oddly enough, it didn’t feel different somewhere in your subconscious. Maybe he’d looked at you like this before.

With a smile, you mouthed ‘thank you’. For the trail mix, for his attunement to your needs, for him.

He nodded, and with the movement, you could catch the dark circles underneath his eyes. He was known to pull all-nighters himself, but it was difficult for people to notice if—or when—it got to him.

Slowly, you both move so you can get around the table. The chatter of your roommate’s friends fades as you enter your room. The only thing on your mind as you dress and leave for work is what you could do in return to show your appreciation for Levi.

>> This is way longer than I meant it to be, and I threw the ending together as I move into my new apartment.

+ I just realized this fits in with a little coffee shop story I was thinking of, so maybe you’ll see more of them in the future.

dividers by @/strangergraphics

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szasfuckingwife · 2 years ago

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SOUNDGASM

RICHBOY!EREN YEAGER x RICHGIRL!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT, Eren calls reader a slut and whore, swearing, Eren is a secret fuck boy, reader has she/her pronouns, no mention of reader’s appearance other than what she’s wearing

SYNOPSIS: Y/N is new to Marley, just moving a few months prior. Her parents are rich doctors and she wants to be a professional golfer. At the country club, Grisha Yeager introduces his son, Eren Yeager to her. As she teach him how to improve his golfing, Eren teaches her one or two new things..

A/N: it’s finally summer time, and this summer me and my friends are going golfing🤭 i hope i find my eren + soundgasm is such a summer song, reminds me of 2016 drake for some reason

It’s 1:25pm at the country club. The sun is shining, the grass was greener than the pockets of the people there. And, above all, a pretty brunette and a pretty blonde are in that field playing a good game of golf.

Eren has his club in hand, his eyes are on the ball. Noticing that he won’t get a good swing from that distance, he scoots himself back a few steps until he finally feels comfortable. His veiny hands latch onto the club a little tighter as he takes a deep breath.

“Are you gonna hit the ball or…?” Armin is tired of waiting. He’s been waiting for his best friend ever since kindergarten. Eren had to stay behind a grade? Armin was waiting. Eren had detention? Armin was waiting.

But waiting for his best friend to hit a stupid ball was so damn infuriating.

Suddenly, Eren’s club went sky high before he hit the ball, sending the white sphere flying over the sky. The green eyed boy whistled in satisfaction; he was getting better each day.

Eren turned to his friend with a smug look on his face, “See! You want perfection? Be patient.”

Armin rolled his eyes before the two heard the familiar voice of Grisha Yeager, Eren’s father and the CFO of a tech company.

“Boys! Get in, drinks are out!” He yelled, waving his hand to grab their attention but all they could see was the bling of his Rolex. “Oh, and son? Getting better!”

Eren smiled, flashing his pearly whites.

“Not better than me though.”

This was your first time at this country club since your parents moved states. Not only was it awkward as most of the girls your age played tennis instead of golf, but all the guys who played golf were…facially challenged.

“Sweetheart, smile.” Your mother spoke through gritted teeth. She had noticed your unusual (but expected) awkwardness even when you were driving to the club.

You looked at her before sighing deeply, “Everyone here is just…weird.”

“The girls play tennis. You know how to play, why don’t you join them?”

Oh yeah, join the girls that laughed when they saw my personalised club!

If anything, you wished your mother would stop trying to get you to have fun so much, because all it did was remind you how much fun you were missing out on back home. It was heartbreaking to say bye to genuine friends and say hello to well…the plastics.

“Y/N!”, You heard your father’s voice and instantly turned around to spot him. He waved you over, looking eager and excited.

“Why is he so happy? I’m scared..” You mutter at your mother. She laughs and pushed you to his direction.

You try not to draw as much attention to yourself as you walk despite your very loud father yelling your name. Upon arrival, you see Mr Yeager, your fathers new friend.

He’s also the man that prompted the idea to move states.

Your father enthusiastically put his arm over your shoulder, “This is my daughter, Y/N.”

You stick your hand out to shake Mr Yeager’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you sir.”

“Nice to meet you too. Your father tells me that you’re applying to U of M. What’s got you so interested in Marley?”

If you wanted to be frank, and boastful, you’d tell him that you didn’t apply but rather you got a scholarship. Whether it was nepotism because it was your dads alma matter or if it was your big brain and athleticism, it was the best offer you’ve gotten.

“I heard they do good Neurology courses. I wanted to go to university and well, to put it short, make sure I have a plan B.”, You reply, smiling sweetly at both your father and Mr Yeager.

Grisha nods in acknowledgment, giving you back the same smile, “What’s your plan A then?”

“Professional golf, of course.”

It sounds boring, but golf was one of those hobbies that just never went away. You remember when you were 9, going with your father to the golf course just to see what it was like. When your dad taught you how to hit the ball, you loved it.

As you grew older, hitting the golf ball became your outlet. Like that one time you imagined that it was your teachers head instead of the ball after she gave you a C in a test.

Where others prefer an ice rink or a race track, you prefer your club and the nice smell of freshly cut grass.

“Y/N reminds me of Jordan in ‘88 but instead of a basketball court, it’s a golf course.”, embarrassment filled your body as your dad bragged about you. All you could do was laugh at his strange comparison.

“Ah, my boy does some golf in his spare time. He’s not trying to go pro, I hope, but, he could definitely use some lessons from you if you’re that good. In fact…” He looks around, squinting his eyes. “Eren!”

Right then and there, you pray with every bone in your body that this ‘Eren’ wasn’t those boys you saw earlier. God knows what you’d do to avoid teaching them a single thing.

What came, however, was a surprise. And the surprise came in the form of a boy. Not too old, maybe nineteen. He wore navy shorts and an emerald green ralph lauren vest over a plain white tee.

His hair was gelled in a small bun in the back of head. You don’t mind though, since it gave you a better view of his chiselled jawline. You’re sure it could cut your mothers diamonds at home. His eyes were green. No brighter than the grass outside, no deeper than the vest he was dressed in but some odd mixture.

He’s hot, you thought.

Grisha out a firm hand on his sons shoulder as he introduced you and your father to him, “This is my second son, Eren. You’ve already met Zeke by the tennis court.”

As your father gets into another conversation about Zeke Yeager, all you can do is stare at the curve of his younger brother’s muscles. You wish that he lifted the sleeve of his t shirt ever so slightly-

“What’s your name?”

You looked at Eren, and he looked at you.

His smile was just so…genuine!

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled sweetly back at him.

After your fathers urged you to go outside, you find yourself next to Eren on the kart. He’s driving, riding across the beautiful field.

The sky is honey coloured, the sun slowly descends giving the lake a beautiful shimmer. You’d look at that view, but there’s already a good view next to you.

Eren finally stops the kart before exiting. The both of you get your equipment from the back of the kart and begin to play.

“So…uhh how do you like it here in Marley?” Eren says, grunting after he hits the ball. You stand there, semi criticising his swing, semi fawning over him. “It’s definitely different from Trost.”

You sigh, “Yeah, the air is a little different. And not too many people play golf here.”

Eren looks at you, chuckling whilst shaking his head a little, “Aren’t you glad you met me then?”

You have no idea how glad I am.

You stay silent, instead choosing to smile and getting ready to hit the ball. Eren whistles when he sees the height of your swing. “Where’d you learn how to hit like that?”

After a couple more swings (and misses from Eren), you guys sit in the kart.

“So, where are you applying for university?”, you ask looking up at him. He scoffs, taking a sip of his water.

“No clue. All these offers and all I really want to do is go to Malta ‘n relax.” You notice how careless his face is when he speaks. He must not care that much about his future.

I mean, his parents are rich enough that both him and his brother can live off them for as long as they want to.

You look down, not in embarrassment, but in awkwardness. It’s strange seeing parents not urge their kids to go to university like your parents and Trost parents do.

“What’s your plans?”

You explain how you want to become a pro at golf. Eren listens attentively but, he get’s distracted when the breeze washes over the both of you.

The hem of your sport skirts lift up ever so slightly and Eren’s heart begins to race. For the next few conversations, he can’t stay focused. I mean, he’s just seen the curve of your ass, who could?

As the conversations die down, you and Eren go back to playing golf. It’s Eren’s turn and if he’s lucky, he can get a hole in one. He does what he did earlier: pull his hips back slightly, legs apart, breathe and…

Eren swung and you swore you saw the ball fly into the stratosphere.

“Yeager, I didn’t know you were the athlete.” You chuckle, shocked that he was actually really good.

He shrugs, “I don’t try. I feel like it just comes naturally..”

You roll your eyes as you walk over to him, pointing the end of your personalised club at him, “Teach me?”

Eren licks his lips, trying to find the words to speak but, the look that you’re giving him makes him feel butterflies. “Yeah…come ‘ere..”

You begin with your starting position, y’know the position that has won you regional competitions and a 2nd place in national.

However, you hear Eren scoff. “Don’t know how you’ve been able to pull of holes in one with that position..”

Suddenly, you feel his breath on your neck as he moves your hand up slightly to your upper chest, brushing agains your boobs.

“I don’t want this to be awkward but can you move your hips back ever so slightly..?” Eren chuckles in embarrassment. You do as he says and move your hips back until you feel his crotch against you. “Now, practice your swing without the club…”

Eren was filled with glee as he felt your ass rub up against him while you practiced your swing. “Is this alright?”

“It’s perfect…So fuckin good..”

Your brows furrow and then you finally feel it. His hard cock almost bursting out of his shorts. You didn’t stop your movements, seeing the fun in making him more distracted. He was absolutely mesmerised seeing your ass go back ‘n forth on his crotch.

Suddenly, you stop, sighing with your lips tilted up into a smirk, “I feel like I’m ready now! Thanks for the hel-”

As soon as you tried to walk away, Eren pulled you back against him. You swore you heard his heart beating a thousand times per second, and his cock was still rock hard.

“I can show you a couple more tips.” He whispered in your ear, “Just gotta listen for me, yeah?”

You nod before Eren throws your club onto the ground and pulls you into the kart.

As soon as you both sneak into the lavish looking bathroom, his lips are on yours. Hungrily making out with you, not giving you a chance to breathe. He gingerly moves you against the wall, giving you more breathless kisses.

He feverishly pulls up your lilac polo top, exposing your stomach and sports bra. Nothing comes to mind as he starts to plant wet kisses along your collarbone.

You try to fondle with his dick through his shorts but Eren wouldn’t let you, deciding he wants to make you feel good before he does.

He sits you on the white, pristine counter, pulling off your shorts in the process. “Fuck, you’re so hot…”, he says in a shushed tone. You can’t help but moan when you feel his hands on you, especially when he begins to rub your clit under your panties.

He starts of slow, achingly slow. All you want is for him to ruin you, rough and hard. But Eren is a tease, he wants you to beg for him.

And, he won’t stop till you do.

Eren feels your slick on his fingers and begins to chuckle. You look so cute like this: a whimpering mess, bucking your hips against his hand. He smirks when he hears you mew small ‘Please, Eren’s and ‘it feels s’ good!’s

“You’re such a pretty girl, huh? You’re doing so- ha- so good for me.” He grins. You see him lower himself, peeling of your panties so he’s at face level with your wet pussy. “What do you want, baby?”

You looked at him with jaded eyes, “I wanna cum..”

He shakes his head, tutting. He looked so different to that sweet boy who cheered you on at the golf course. “Manners, princess. What do you want?”

As he repeats his question, he slides a finger inside you. You moan and it sounds like beautiful to the brunette. You try to regain your voice as he stares into your eyes, blankly as if he was bored.

“I want you to make me cum, please.”

He chuckles again before letting his lips meet with your pussy. Eren takes his time with you, you’re not one of those valley girls that he’s fucked dumb in the past.

You’re different, so why should he treat you like them?

Nothing could be heard in the bathroom but your moans and the sound of your wetness against Eren’s mouth. He lapped his tongue at your clit whilst he continued to fuck you with his fingers, smiling against your sex when your fingers rip through his locks.

“Taste…so good, Y/N…” He muttered. You were so so close, wanting nothing more but to make a mess all over his mouth. Eren knows, he can feel you tightening up. “Gonna cum?”

You nod quickly but just then, he stops.

“Eren-” “Shhh, turn around, show me that ass..”

You do as he says, bending over the desks as he marvels at the curve of your ass behind you. You feel Eren strike your flesh a couple of times in awe before he slides his huge dick inside you.

He groans beside your ear as he hears you gasp, “Oh my fuckk…”

Every stroke feels like he was going deeper, kissing your cervix. His hands traveled to your chest as he lifted the bra revealing your perfect tits. You moan louder as he pounces on your neck again, kissing and biting you whilst his fingers were busy playing with your boobs.

“You knew what you were doing when I was teaching you how to swing, hm?” He chuckles. When he sees you nod, Eren slaps your ass again. “Words.”

“Yes!” you cry.

“You knew that it’d end up with you like this, right? You wanted this.” He asks, earning another ‘yes’ in response. “None of your boyfriends at Trost fucked you like this.”

“N-no! No, they didn’t! Fuck!” You moan. He tilts your head so you can look at the mirror and you finally see Eren, topless. You don’t know when he took of his top, and you were too fucked out to realise. “Shit, you’re so deep in me..”

He smiles at your comment, slapping your ass once more, “I know, sweetheart. Look at you. You pretend to- fuck- be a good girl in front of everyone but now look at you.”

You feel his hand wrapped around your throat as he pulls you back. Eren’s cheek is against yours as you both look at yourself through the mirror. Now, he’s fucking you harder than he did before. Harder and faster.

“You’re such a slut, hm?” He kisses your cheek before speeding up his thrusts. Your moans are louder than ever as he continues to ruin you.

“‘s too big!” It’s scary how croaky your voice sounds. He kisses your crown before leaning your head back and forcing your mouth open with his fingers.

“Stick out your tongue.”

And after you did so, a glob of spit fell from Eren’s lips and landed on your tongue. “Good fuckin’ girl! You close?”

Mistakenly, you nod again earning another harsh smack on your ass. “Yes, I’m close!”

“Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?!” He asks, his thrusts are amazingly fast and Eren’s lips are on your neck again.

The sight of him makes you cum alone, sweaty forehead that makes his hair curl upwards, his toned body and veiny hands gripping onto your waist and his green eyes boring into yours.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” you cry out. When you reach your climax, Eren doesn’t stop.

If anything, he thrusts deeper, chasing after his own orgasm. Your whole body shakes in his touch as he whispers the most filthy things in your ear.

“This pussys fuckin’ mine now, you hear me? I’m gonna be the one that makes you a slutty mess. You’re gonna come to me when your horny, yeah? Anytime, baby, just say the word and I won’t wait to fuck you like the whore you are.”

Although you know you shouldn’t, you nod again, your voice is too broken to respond.

He pulls out and grabs you, forcing you onto your knees. Immediately, you let Eren put his thick cock in your mouth, fucking your face just as quickly as he fucked your pussy.

You feel his thrusts get sloppier as you finally see the white ropes of cum shoot out of his cock onto your face. He groans out so many expletives but you’re too busy finishing him off to hear, making him shake at your mouth still sucking him.

Once he’s done reaching his climax, the two of you look at each other for a moment before laughing. You both look a mess, Eren with his mouth red from kissing you so hard and sweaty from…well, fucking you.

You look like a real pornstar, Eren thinks. If it wasn’t for you very obvious ambition in golfing, Eren thinks you’d make a great model.

“We need to get back…” You whisper, “They’re gonna kill us since we left all of the equipment there.”

You stand up and reach down to get your clothes, he helps you dress and dresses himself. Eren takes a tissue and wets it with water before cleaning his cum off your face.

“Next time, I’ll fuck you in the kart. And after that, I’ll fuck you on the field.” He whispers, causing you to giggle.

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scarletskiesinthepaths · 3 months ago

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One Timeline, One Fate: How Eren’s Will Shaped the 80% Rumbling in Attack on Titan

Okay, so I’ve seen tons of confusion surrounding the nature of “time travel” in Attack on Titan: Why couldn’t Eren just change the future once he saw it? Are there multiple timelines at play? And if so, did Eren ever really have a choice, or was he locked into carrying out the Rumbling? I decided to make a comprehensive post to help clear things up.

“Time travel” in Attack on Titan is actually more about memory transmission than literal hopping between timelines. Basically, I’ll be explaining the Attack Titan’s ability to see future inheritors’ memories, the Founding Titan’s role in uniting all Subjects of Ymir through the Paths, and how these powers combine to form what looks like a loop of inevitability. By the end, you’ll see why Eren couldn’t—or rather, wouldn’t—alter the course he’d foreseen, and why there’s really only one timeline holding it all together. In essence, Eren chose the future he saw, even if he couldn't alter it.

How does “time travel” work in Attack on Titan?

Attack on Titan does not portray multiple realities or divergent timelines. Rather, the story unfolds along a single timeline, wherein past, present, and future events can influence one another through Titan memories.

In Attack on Titan, “time travel” is really a byproduct of two intertwined abilities:

The Founding Titan’s power (Ymir Fritz’s power):

Connects all Subjects of Ymir through the Paths.

Can alter memories, bodies, and even pass mental images across time if the Founder is involved.

The Attack Titan’s power:

Possesses the ability to view the memories of its future inheritors (not just past ones).

This means the Attack Titan can see glimpses of events that haven’t happened yet—at least to the Titan’s current holder.

When Eren acquires both the Attack Titan and gains partial (and later full) access to the Founding Titan’s abilities (through contact with royal blood, notably via Zeke, and earlier interactions with Historia and Dina), these powers merge, enabling memories to move both forward and backward along a single, unbroken timeline.

How Memories “Move” Through Time

Because of these powers:

Eren can send memories from his future self to past inheritors of the Attack Titan.

These transmissions are selective; Eren chooses which memories to send and to whom.

The Founding Titan’s power effectively creates a network (the Paths) that spans all time. It’s not traditional time-travel ; it’s more akin to a single timeline threaded through everyone connected by Ymir’s bloodline.

It is important to note: The future that is transmitted back is the future that will occur; there are no alternate versions of reality. Once Eren perceives a future or sends a memory of it, the timeline has effectively “locked in” that eventuality.

Key Evidence from the Manga:

The Attack Titan’s Power (Chapter 89)

Eren Kruger demonstrates knowledge of Mikasa and Armin long before they are born, a clear example of glimpsing future inheritors’ memories.

Founding Titan & the Paths (Chapters 120–122)

These chapters illustrate how the Founding Titan’s influence spans all Subjects of Ymir within the Coordinate, enabling far-reaching manipulations of time, memory, and physical forms.

Influencing the Past (Chapter 121)

Eren effectively spurs Grisha Yeager to carry out the attack on the Reiss family. This provides a direct example of Eren influencing the past. Grisha also explicitly reacts to something Eren is showing him—memories from Eren's future, beamed back through the Paths.

Why Eren Couldn’t (or Wouldn’t) Change the Future

A central question arises: if Eren perceives destructive events on the horizon, why not prevent them? The best way to understand this is recognizing that Eren’s will, his personal desires, and the single, closed loop timeline all lock him into a self-fulfilling prophecy. The Attack Titan does not expose random potential scenarios; it reveals a future shaped by Eren’s own resolve and desires. Once Eren observes (and transmits) a specific future, that future becomes embedded in the timeline. Attempting to deviate would negate the very memories he sent back. Moreover, Eren doesn’t want to negate the memories he sent back. Eren transmits those memories precisely because he wants his past self to strive toward that future. The image of the Rumbling’s destruction (think of the “this is freedom” panel) is what Eren wants to see.

Crucially, he shows this willingness and longing by diverting the path of Dina’s titan away from Bertolt—a decision that ensures certain events unfold exactly as needed (including the death of his own mother) to see a future where he carries out the Rumbling.

When Did Eren Know He’d Be Stopped at 80% Destruction?

Eren’s early glimpses of the future, derived solely from the Attack Titan, were incomplete. As a result, he initially believed the Rumbling would annihilate the entire world. Not until physical contact with Ymir Fritz in the Paths (Chapters 120–122) did he acquire comprehensive knowledge of the ultimate outcome—namely, that the destruction would halt at roughly 80%, not 100%. Before this full disclosure, his partial insights led him to anticipate total obliteration.

What’s the evidence for this?:

Up until Chapter 120, Eren never had full control of the Founding Titan. It was only when he and Zeke converged in the Paths that Eren finally reached Ymir directly. Until that point, he had only seen glimpses of the future via the Attack Titan’s ability—the most notable example being when he made contact with Historia in Chapter 90.

The glimpses of the future Eren sent to himself in the past only showed him the future he wanted to see. As a result, Eren fixated on the outcome he’d been driving toward (total destruction) without realizing there was a point in which he’d be forced to stop. The glimpses he saw led him to think that total annihilation was the endgame; he never saw (or understood) the moment in which the Alliance would intervene and halt the Rumbling. Eren’s mindset pre-contact with Ymir is also important to understand. In the flashbacks with Floch shown in Chapters 130-131, Eren shows no intention of leaving survivors outside the island.

Throughout Chapters 130-131, Eren is also shown deliberating the atrocity he’s about to commit. He fully believes it will erase civilization beyond Paradis.

Why didn’t Eren pivot when he learned that 100% annihilation wasn’t in the cards?:

Bringing all of the points together—there’s only one chain of events. The moment Eren sees how it concludes, it’s set—because that’s the future he himself instigates. Even though Eren’s rational mind grasps that the Rumbling will “fail” to achieve total destruction, he’s already committed to forging that horrific reality. This drive, tied to his longing for absolute freedom and a human-free landscape, renders him incapable (or unwilling) to step back. In Chapter 122, Ymir’s choice to grant Eren the full Founding Titan power ensures the unstoppable path forward. The Rumbling commences, and the single timeline proceeds as “destined.” Chapter 139 finalizes the point: Eren outright confesses to Armin that he moved forward with the Rumbling partly because he couldn’t stop himself. His dream of freedom—the same dream that made him wage war on the entire world—also chained him to the future he saw.

Conclusion

Ultimately, Attack on Titan’s depiction of “time travel” is less about traversing alternate timelines and more about transmitting memories within a single, closed timeline. The Attack Titan sees future events (shaped by the wielder’s own will), and the Founding Titan’s Paths allow those events to anchor themselves in the past. This cycle forms an unbreakable loop, ensuring that the fate Eren glimpses is the fate he brings to life—no matter how horrifying.

So, while it might look like Eren is helpless in the face of destiny, the truth is more bittersweet: he’s trapped by his own desires and the single timeline’s rules. He chooses to walk the path he’s shown, effectively binding himself to the 80% Rumbling outcome. In this way, Eren Yeager’s tragedy lies not in having no choice—but in having a singular, unwavering conviction that makes him want the future he sees, ensuring it can’t unfold any other way.

If you're interested in more of my thoughts on the subject of Eren and whether he had a choice, here's another post I wrote on the topic:

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orangeflowerr · 2 months ago

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[CAN I GET A KISS?]

synopsis: jean kirschtein x reader, fluff, cliche and probably cringey. he wants a kiss but reader denies him, until she gives in. credits to the creator for the gif used!

“Can I get a kiss?”

“Only if you help me with this odm gear.” you were struggling to tighten the straps situated around your thighs.

“Fine”

Jean rolled his eyes and helped tighten the straps of the odm gear.

“Now can I?”

“Hmm,”

you said it just to tease him, knowing he’d get all stroppy if you didn’t answer him properly.

“Don’t hmm me, you said if I helped you with the gear and I did just that!!”

“I changed my mind!”

trying to contain the laughter, he was cute when he was annoyed. Jean huffed and walked away, he couldn’t believe you were being so stubborn over a quick peck. feeling bad, you trailed after him.

“You know, that kiss you wanted is still up for grabs.”

you explained as you caught up to him grabbing his hand and turning him lightly around.

“I’m good.”

arms crossed across his chest a pout plastered on his face. He could be quite stubborn at times. you placed a hand upon his shoulder. a gesture that you hoped would give him some comfort, even if what he was discomfited about was a small matter.

“Don’t be like this Jean, I was only joking,”

“ ‘‘twas a bad joke.”

a smile played upon his face, arms placed upon your waist. he couldn’t stay mad at you for long and it didn’t take much for him to come out of that stupor. foreheads touching.

“Now about that kiss?”

giggling you leaned in,lips meeting, your fingers rested upon the curve of his jaw. his hands that lay upon your waist began to squeeze it lightly before they trailed to the small of your back. were they rested.

authors note: first time writing for any of the aot characters! i don’t think the fandom is very active on tumblr but ill still post my drabbles for those who are! not proofread so there definitely will be mistakes. feedback and reblogs are appreciated!! :)

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starshower1215 · 3 months ago

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A Theory on Hange Zoë's Backstory: Why Could They Be Estranged from Their Family?

I always had this theory from before Isayama said that Hange seems to be estranged from their family, but the disclosure of this new information didn't disprove it in any way, and in fact, added more to it.

The most general reasons for being estranged from family is due to the family member leaving themself, with reasons such as of some level of abuse, drastically differing life views or values, unresolved conflict, etc., or due to the family itself ostracizing the individual, for whatever reason that may be. Considering the nature of Hange's character—extremely inquisitive and knowledge-driven—then it is safe to assume that, since they are considered eccentric even in the Survey Corps, they were likely shunned in society as well, especially as a child, when social skills of a young mind have yet to develop enough to be aware of what should and shouldn't be said.

It is shown from the very beginning of AoT, too, that anyone taking interest in the outside world is considered a 'heretic,' a title that readers see Armin's childhood bullies using directly to address Armin. Books about the outside world, such as the one Armin gets from his grandfather, are outlawed by the government, and as is stated directly in the anime, anyone expressing interest in the outside world is rejected. Further exploring their estrangement in the context of that knowledge, could it be assumed that Hange is estranged from even their family due to their natural tendency to gravitate towards discovery?

The most likely location for such a drastic measure to take place could only be in Wall Sina, where government suppression and control is as rampant as ever, and the rich will do whatever it takes to stay rich—including the censorship of knowledge, the thing that Hange is shown to despise so much. The active support and maintenance of ignorance clashes directly with what Hange advocates for, not out of their desire for freedom, which seems to come later on after some character development, but out of their natural curiosity. If Hange had expressed interest in what could have been outside the walls, even if it were unrelated to the titans, this would be cause enough for societal rejection in Wall Sina, since their expectations are so strict.

Another possible factor that comes with this theory is the social status that Hange's family would have had, coming from Wall Sina, whose citizens are obviously high class. While it isn't specified about how society works within the walls, some details can be extracted about 'sub-groups.' There are the Wallists, the highly conservative church worshiping the walls as gods, the House of Lords in Parliament, and the Anti-Expedition Faction, a sub-group of the House of Lords holding influence over the expeditions of the SC, all of which can be plausible roles for Hange's family to hold, and all of which hold some sort of status in society which would be annihilated with the exposure of Hange's true personality and desires. This offers an incentive for oppression and exploitation of parental control over Hange as a child, feeding into the idea of clashing life values and conflict forcing alienation.

One thing that is not explained is Hange's initial abhorrence surrounding the titans. Readers are told only that Hange joined the Survey Corps out of resentment, and that they fueled themself with it to slaughter titans. Then they kicked the head of the 3-meter titan, and are shocked by the lightness of it, and then by the existence of titans as a whole. The shock rewires their mindset, making them think differently instead:

This shows that the scene where Hange kicks the titan's head is not only a moment of realisation, but also one of growing up. They realise that things are not the way that they often appear to be, which might apply to more than just titans.

To explain, another part of Hange's mannerisms should be explored. It seems as though they use escapism as a coping mechanism, or that, at the very least, they tend to avoid acknowledging their own emotions. The biggest example of this is the forest scene, where Hange thinks, albeit not in a completely serious manner, about running off to live in the forest, to escape the troubles of the war. It is a fleeting thought, but it still brings them some semblance of comfort. There is also this scene from Chapter 89:

Prior to this, Historia had been reading the letter that Ymir had written to her just before she died, so she'd obviously be in a melancholy mood. Then she softens the mood further, expressing both her pride for her friends, and her concern, as they do not seem to have been given the time to properly mourn their late comrades. When she basically says, "I thought you'd all be sadder about this," Eren responds, "That's because we haven't processed it yet."

Immediately after, Hange says, "We better get going soon," as though to rush them along or to say, in regards to Eren's message, "And we're not going to right now," lol. Given the additional lack of panels or dialogue to create time between Eren's words and Hange's, it gives off a sense of urgency in Hange's words, as though it is they themself who needs to get a move on in order to escape the vulnerable atmosphere of the room. It is also interesting that they choose this moment to 'interrupt,' since Eren is saying outwardly that none of the Survey Corps have taken in what happened during the Return to Shiganshina. The feeling extends to Hange as well, but they are the only one out of the group to rush the others back to business.

There is also Hange's unprecedented dedication to their research, going about it with an almost obsessive behavior. While this can definitely just be their passion and their means of dedicating their heart to the cause of the Survey Corps, it is also undeniable that they work themself to unhealthy lengths to do so. However, a lot of their research stems from pure love for it, so this is merely an additional, slightly more biased point on my part.

Still, I digress. No matter what how abusive a family is, there's always going to be a profound sense of pain with estrangement from them. If not from being disowned from the bloodline itself, but from the sadness of knowing that a family, that parents, are supposed to love you—but that yours don't. This in mind with their coping mechanism of avoidance, is it possible for Hange to have channeled this pain into anger, which projected itself onto the titans (whether consciously or not), in order to escape the pain of their familial abandonment?

I have a personal opinion that Hange wouldn't be able to say something like, 'Screw your inferiority complex! Don't run from reality!' without knowing just a little bit about that themself. If their theoretical past with society has anything to say for them, then an inferiority complex might be a plausible effect of being shunned, especially as a child. They might blame themself for being an outcast, because what can children do but blame themselves? When adults portray themselves as the ultimate beings to be trusted and to lean on, even as they abuse children, and especially if they are the ones who are supposed to love children, it is difficult for other possibilities to cross a child's mind. However, with the development of the mindset of 'Things may not be the way they seem on the surface,' Hange turns their world upside down.

This makes the titan-kicking scene even more of a pivotal point. This is where they learn not only to embrace the world and the titans, but themself as a part of it. Learning that things can be questioned, that things that were once solidified in the mind can be overturned in the blink of an eye, or the kick of a leg, provides the basis for Hange's realisations surrounding their past, how none of it was truly their fault despite how it was made to appear on the surface, and how there is really nothing wrong with studying the outside world—titans included—despite the perspective pressured on them from birth. They learn to pursue their love instead of their hate this way, wanting to see things from all angles always, because they know that knowledge is temporary. Any knowledge in possession now can be disproved with just one detail. In this sense, the titans, ironically, provide Hange with their first taste of freedom—the one freeing them from themself.

They are able to fully embrace the Survey Corps now, pursuing freedom instead of hatred, knowledge instead of blind acceptance, and eventually becoming the incredible 14th commander showcased in the real story.

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 2 years ago

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Levi Ackerman Giving Off Dad Vibes

Levi Week Day 4 - Dad/Family

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houseofcrying · 5 days ago

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Drabble Challenge 2025 ~ Day 1 "Carriage"

Levi Ackerman x Reader

cw: Knight! Levi x Princess! Reader, Royalty AU, sfw, fem!reader

A/N: I’m gonna be using this drabble challenge by @thedrabblecollective to practice my writing!!! It sounds so fun and I’m very excited to participate in it :)

divider by: @plum98

masterlist | drabble challenge 2025

“It’s a busy day” her advisor says as she stares out the window at the fields of lavender they pass by, her thoughts far away from her duties, focused instead on how peaceful it’ll be to walk through them. “You have a meeting with the council, then….”

The carriage comes to a stop after a while, the door opening. “Your Highness” knight Levi’s hand is extended for her to take while she steps out of the carriage, and she does before walking next to her advisor, oblivious to the way the knight’s hand flexes before he starts walking behind them.

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zeketarion · 5 months ago

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i remember her face, i'll never forget the way she looked that day. unlike my father, who's face was always contorted and stretched into an angry expression. she looked "innocent".

he always looked so filled with rage as if he were a pot about to boil over—but in contrast to my gentle and submissive mother. . .it was like yin and yang.

i remember her face, i'll never forget the way she looked that day. the way her face never showed a hint of surprise at hostility and hate.

she was used to it, i could tell.

#﹙quick write ﹚ ﹒ 💭#interpret this however!!#shingeki no kyojin #zeke jeager #attack on titan #snk #zeke yaeger #aot #grisha jaeger #shingeki no kyoujin #dina fritz #aot dina #grisha yeager #snk grisha

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nininikki · 3 months ago

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𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓎 𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂

⨾༊󠀺 summary: a beautiful socialite and a starving artist come to terms with what their love really means.

⨾༊󠀺 warnings: angst (sorry), class differences, arguing/yelling, reader is a spoiled brat and eren loves her anyway (lmk if i missed anything!)

⨾༊󠀺 author’s note: just a little something i wrote 🙈 nikki write something happy challenge GO

⨾༊󠀺 word count: 2.5k

8:17 PM

“this is the last time i’ll tell ya, (y/n),” the penetrating force of your father’s voice coupled with the strangled squeak of chair legs against the hardwood floor made your spine tense. as though someone had reached into your back and pulled it taut. “i don’t want ya seein’ that boy.”

was your head about to explode? could that be the reason for the ringing that filled your ears? the sudden heaviness of your tongue? as he rose from his seat, you couldn’t help but notice how utterly cloaked you were under the shadow of his stature. “why, daddy?” you hardly registered the force with which you pushed your own chair away from his desk as you stood. “‘cause he’s poor? ‘cause he’s not goin’ to yale? ‘cause he doesn’t have a membership at the club? ‘cause he actually wants to somethin’ worthwhile with his life?”

“tch, worthwhile.” he scoffed as he breached the exit of his study. “the boy wants to do art. he draws pictures, for crying out loud!”

“you’ve seen his paintings, daddy. they’re beautiful.” you staunchly defended, hot on his heels through the hallway and nearing the stairs. “and his name is eren.” the single, thin string of gold around your neck seemed to grow warmer and heavier with the mention of his name.

“i don’t care if his name was picasso,” your father spat, “you’re not seein’ him again, and that’s that!”

tears welled in your eyes, but refused to fall. a sob lodged uncomfortably within your throat. “but, daddy, i love him.”

for the first time since the topic arose, your father’s eyes met yours. halfway down the stairs, with the vein in his temple pulsing incorrigibly, he turned to look at you. “you don’t know what love is.”

an incredulous scoff escaped your mouth, and that is when the tears began to trail down your cheeks. not from despair, or heartbreak, but anger. “and you do?” you retorted, gingerly making your way closer to him. “you haven’t loved anyone since mom.”

“i have loved you,” he jabbed his finger in the direction of your face, stopping less than an inch away from the bridge of your nose. “and that has been enough.” his scotch scented breath fanned over your face in the most infuriating, condescending way imaginable. “since your mother died, i have given my life to loving you. protecting you!” you had never heard him sound so eerily vulnerable in your entire life. “and this is the thanks i get? you running off into the sun with dr. seuss?”

you took a step backward up the staircase, your chest heaving rapidly and face surely streaked with sloppy lines of mascara. “how could you say that, daddy? he makes me so happy. how could you say that?”

“well, the things that make us happy hardly ever benefit us, do they, honey?” you caught him chuckling beneath his breath, as if the idea of you having your own opinion was something so funny. “you don’t see it now, but one day you’ll thank me for this.”

then, he circled around you like a vulture, loosening his tie as he ascended the stairs and ventured in the direction of his room. “you’re not seein’ ‘im again. that’s final.”

in the last bit of protest left in your lungs, you shouted, “you can’t make me!”

his hoof-like footsteps came to a halt, but he hadn’t even turned to look at you. “if you love this boy more than your trust fund, i guess i can’t.”

11:27 PM

hey

talk didn’t go so well

can i come over in like 30

the texts had hardly delivered fully before you were yanking the pajamas off your body and shoving your limbs into the fancy fabric of a stray, hanging dress. a pair of sandals was next. then, eren’s leather jacket. then, your purse. your body was on autopilot as it pried your window open and climbed down the trellis outside of your room. as you pulled your bmw from the driveway and didn’t stop it until you were outside eren’s apartment.

only then did you finally stop to look at your phone. through blurred vision you made out a text that said, just knock when you’re up.

***

eren was beginning to really detest the smell of cigarettes. he had a smoker for a father, and the smell clung to him like a second skin growing up. so it wasn’t as though it was unusual. resentment would be a more fitting word, he concluded.

the first time he brought you to his place, you sneezed violently upon reaching his floor. his neighbor was an avid smoker, but he wasn’t aware the smell was strong enough to warrant any bodily reaction past a slight gag. it wasn’t your fault, he knew that. he had taken you all around the city that day, and your delicate nose had not agreed with any of it. “i’ve got some zyrtec inside, if you want.” he offered.

“it’s fine, ‘ren, seriously. this is, like, my third sneeze all day.”

it was actually your ninth. he had been counting.

so, yes, resentment was probably the best word.

as your signature triad of knocks sounded against his door, eren couldn’t help but hope his neighbor had up and kicked the habit. if not forever, then just for this night of all nights.

talk didn’t go so well

he mentally recounted the text as he braced himself against the doorknob. didn’t go so well could have meant any number of things, and he would have no way of knowing for sure until—

another set of knocks disrupted his train of thought, this time accompanied by a wet sniffle.

eren had barely gotten the chance to look at you after nearly swinging the door off its hinges. he could feel you crying. the uncontrollable spasming in your arms and shoulders, choppy breaths turned to weak coughs, your mouth frozen agape in a muffled scream, forehead burrowing itself into his wishbone.

“hey, talk to me,” he whispered, trying to pull your face out of his shirt, hoping it would give you room to breathe if just for a moment. what little he could see of your face was soaked with tears tinged with tension. “it’s gonna be okay, baby, just talk to me.”

it took a couple minutes, wherein eren had led you into his bedroom, freed your shaking shoulders from his jacket, and just barely managed to get you to produce coherent sentences.

“i’m sorry, eren.” you sighed in what seemed to be utter defeat. your feet swinging to and fro off the side of his bed, bare after you kicked your sandals off. “i tried to make him understand, but he’s never gonna.” at the last word, you let your forehead collapse onto his shoulder with another deep sigh.

as another tear fell from your eye and rolled into the groove above your top lip, eren began to wonder exactly what it was your father had said. he was the very embodiment of foreboding. they had met only once, and eren couldn’t recall him conveying anything resembling approval or even warmth. not in his eyes, his demeanor, or the half-grunts he had substituted for speech.

“hey, hey, look at me.” gently, he took your face in his hands, coaxing your eyes in his direction whilst thumbing away stray tears. “what’d you tell me a couple days ago, hm?” you batted your eyes in a way that made his heart skip before petulantly rolling them. with your face bunched up so delicately in his hands, your fluffy lashes casting soft shadows against your wet cheeks and eyes swimming in vulnerability he could see his reflection in, eren felt for a moment the two of you could transcend all those superficial labels that made loving one another such a challenge.

you were not rich, nor was he poor. there was no yale pre-law track in your future, and he was not an artist struggling to support himself. when you gazed into each other’s eyes with such soft yearning, you were just a man and a woman.

“nobody had to understand but us.” you muttered under a sniffle, momentarily closing your eyes as though the act of optimism physically pained you. just when eren thought he was about to smile, you spoke again. “but, ‘ren, it’s worse this time. he said he didn’t wan’ me seein’ you anymore. or else he’d take away my trust fund.”

in the latter bit of your sentence, your voice became eerily resolved for someone vocalizing every rich kid’s nightmare. the sudden calmness frightened him eons more than your crying. because try as you might to hide it, eren knew you loved being rich. you wore your gold and diamonds like a second skin, almost like a coat of armor. he knew you loved horseback riding, as well as excursions on your father’s yacht. you very scarcely discussed it with him (out of respect, he assumed), but he had become content with the fact that you would choose your money over him every single time.

“i won’t ask you to choose me.”

“what?” your voice cracked over the word. “eren, that’s what i came here to do.”

“well then stop it,” the words flew from eren’s mouth almost instinctively, as though something in his very biology felt that you were too good for him. although there was no denying that as the truth. everything about you—from the heavenly sound that was your laugh to the stack of golden cartier bracelets adorning your wrist. you were better than him, so much so that there wasn’t even a way to describe it. “please, (y/n), just stop.”

you scoffed, dipping your hands into his as incredulity knitted itself within your eyebrows. “stop? stop? no, eren, you don’t get it.” you shook your head vigorously, face straightening out as though you were regaining sense with every movement. “i came here to tell you that i’m choosing you. you’re what i want.”

he studied the curve of your trembling lip, silently wondering if you had gone mad and forgotten exactly what world you were living in. you spoke with the easiness of a girl who never had a worry in her life. eren loved that about you, even now when you sounded more foolish than anything.

“and you know i can’t let you do that, right?” eren massaged the center of your palm with his thumb in an attempt to remain grounded. he knew it would be all too easy to let himself fall face first into your little fantasy, if only to keep you just a little longer. if he were a more selfish man, he would have. “i won’t let you do that.”

“won’t let me?” you pulled one of your trembling hands away to wipe the fresh tears spilling on your cheek. “please, eren, you’re startin’ to sound like my daddy.”

“well, maybe if he couldn’t talk some sense into you, i can.”

even as eren watched you process each word from his mouth, he was still shocked when you yanked your hands out of his altogether. “don’t tell me…” shakily, you got to your feet. “y-you’re turnin’ me away? you’re sending me back to him?”

“if by him you mean your father who loves you—”

you wasted no time at all interrupting him. it wasn’t exactly hard to tell that you were still grappling with the idea of being told no. “—oh for fuck’s sake, eren! how could you even say that knowing—”

“—and wants the best for you, then yes—”

“—how he feels about you? about us—”

“then yes, i’m sending you back to him!” the words erupted from his mouth and filled the air like poisonous smoke. he was standing now, towering over you, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation through a facade of dominance. had he ever screamed at you before now? the answer was written all over your face in big, wet eyes and a mouth contorted open in a silent cry.

“why?” a sob wracked your body. “i mean, why, eren? i thought you loved me.”

“more than anything, baby. and that‘ll never change. but sometimes love just isn’t enough.”

“love is the only reason i’m here! do you think i would be giving up my entire life if i didn’t love you?”

“and you think i would just let you do that if i loved you?” eren breathed as he fixed the strap of your dress that hung loosely off your shoulder. he tried his hardest to concentrate on how beautiful you looked, and not how he would never be able to afford to buy you anything this nice. “i won’t let you ruin your life so you can play house with me, okay? i care too much for you.”

you crossed your arms over your chest, and said something eren never imagined he would hear you say, “fine.” you said it with such an obvious facade of resolution that eren knew it was too easy to be real. “look me in the eyes and tell me you want me to go away.”

“don’t ask me to do that.”

“it’s the only way you’re getting me out of here.”

eren took a moment to look into your eyes. he had become so good at drawing them that he could do it blindfolded. he brought his hands to either side of your neck and felt your pulse begin to thump at the contact. he wished he could sketch that sweet sound and keep it tucked so close to his own heart that the beats began to synchronize. god, why did you have to make this so hard?

he kissed you before he could even stop himself. he wanted to curse himself for being so weak, but he was hardly in his right mind whenever he kissed you. he savored the taste of your tongue and the softness of your lips. he kissed you until he could taste the bitterness of your tears. he kissed you so deeply, so passionately that he almost forgot why he was kissing you in the first place. almost.

eren broke away, and did his very best to keep his eyes trained on yours. “(y/n),” a mascara-colored tear streak stained the side of your nose. it’s not fair, eren lamented, holding your face in his hands as steadily as he could. “please go. go live your life, and don’t come back here.”

“you want me to leave?” you whispered as though you were saying some horrible curse word. “is that what you’re saying?”

“yes,” he took his hands off you and moved back a few paces, more for his sanity than yours. “i want you to go.”

silently, you moved across the room to slide your shoes back over your feet before exiting the room in a flurry of ferocious clicks against the floor.

eren trailed awkwardly behind you, hoping to see you out despite knowing it would only twist the knife deeper inside him. “you’ll thank me for this one day.” he called out as you swung open his apartment door.

without even turning to face him, you sniffled, “fuck you, eren.” before slamming the door behind you and disappearing down the hall.

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