#ymir modern au

[foxymacchiato]

How could I go through pride month without drawing my precious lesbians~💖🎀🧡

[exosalt]

aot headcanons - skincare edition

Armin

Slightly on the dry side but v sensitive

Has a pretty simple routine - cleanser, toner, moisturiser, aftershave etc

His products are high end and high quality

Knows exactly what to use for specific skin issues

Religiously uses SPF

Eren

Combination skin but slightly on the oilier side

Doesn’t have a skincare routine

Uses 3-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash on his face when he’s in the shower

Steals Armin’s and Mikasa’s skincare products

Uses them wrong

Refuses to use SPF in winter

Mikasa

Normal balanced skin

Literally only needs cleanser and SPF and that’s IT

Likes trying out new face masks and sheet masks

Physically has to hold Eren down and rub SPF on his face

Levi

Used to have balanced skin like Mikasa but it dried out because he kept using hand sanitizer on his face

Cleanses twice a day but with antibacterial soap

Skin stills looks good because ✨Ackergenes✨

Jean

Combination and slightly acne-prone

Needs encouragement to use proper skincare

Not too fussed about following a proper routine, always forgets in the evening

Thinks growing a beard will cover the sins

Sasha

Has an oily T-zone

Tiktok is her main source of skincare info

Tried homemade Pinterest face masks but ended up eating it

Has a post on her Instagram of herself and Connie with face masks on and cucumbers over their eyes

Connie

Combination skin but slightly acne prone

Doesn’t really use anything special unless it’s recommended to him

“What’s your skincare routine?” “Water” - thinks that’s a flex

Loves trying new face masks with Sasha

Historia

Dry, sensitive skin but no one can ever tell because she’s perfected her skincare

Has a full 12 step routine

Loves giving skincare recommendations

Convinces Ymir to do spa nights with her

Reiner

Tears

LMAO jk jk his skincare is pretty simple

Has mostly normal skin but stress causes him to break out

Still trying to find products which work for him

Bertholdt

Oily + sensitive skin

Constantly forgets to use SPF

Doesn’t really matter because he sweats off all the product anyway

Annie

Combination skin

Constant dark circles

Uses super simple drugstore products

Only really focused on keeping her skin clean

Started using SPF because Armin suggested it

Marco

Combination skin but has an oily forehead

Doesn’t have a proper routine

Only buys products that are half off 🙃

Low-key scared he’ll exfoliate a freckle off

(The freckles demand love)

Ymir

Really only uses water and it works out fine

Doesn’t understand the skincare hype

Will still try out whatever Historia recommends for her

Erwin

this set

Hange

Doesn’t have a skincare routine

Likes putting weird things on their face just to see what effect they’ll have

Like they’ll rub a whole lemon on their face just to see what it does

Enjoys popping pimples

Miche

Soap goes up his nose every single day and impairs his sense of smell for like an hour afterwards

Cries when this happens

Prefers to keep it simple

Floch

Doesn’t wash his face

Crusty ass bitch

s/o to @sehun-cakes for helping me with this 😂

[darkbutterflyart]

AoT modern AU sketches💜

Was scrolling too long on Pinterest and made some cute AoT sketches out of some poses and clothes I saw💞

Hope you like them! I sure had super fun drawing them🙈

I also have sooo many headcanons oh god this won't be the last modern AU fanart🙈

[reinersprozacbottle]

The Aot girlies as tweets

1- Annie

2- Mikasa (only w/ ykw 🙄)

3- Hitch

4- Hange (truuust me when I say this😭😭)

5- Ymir (she’s shading Reiner)

6- Sasha

7- Historia

[emrikae]

aot cast modern au jobs in my head:

eren: cybersecurity specialist. i feel like erens one of those kids that suck in subjects like lang-lit or fucking geography but have an impressive talent in anything techi. i think growing up eren was a competitive gamer and i imagine him being pretty rich in the sense where doctor daddy grisha and also big bro zeke are always spoiling his brat ass with the latest technology. he gets so good, he initially goes into uni wanting to become a game designer but after a brief fallout with his dad when he dropped out and eventually had his allowance cut (a period where i think eren dips into underground hacking and also modelling?) he falls upon the sexy salary in cybersecurity (and saw how thrilling- and damn easy !for him! - the job is) he changed course. i think eren eventually builds his own successful company and becomes one of those rich folks who say that school aint shit.

mikasa: president of a major sports team. mikasa takes over pretty young (like early 30s) after old uncle kenny was involved in some ‘reiss scandal��. initially mikasa was labelled ‘princess’ (derogatory) by dumb angry hooligans who thought a woman would curse their current standing, jokes on them cus that same season the club broke their 20 year curse by reaching the championships. i also think old pictures of gothkasa gets leaked on the internet but it only brought her more praise. but i actually dont think mikasa stays in this job for very long, shes always wanted a quiet simple form of income anyway so when her baby brother comes of right age and maturity she passes the baton to him and lays back as just a shareholder before shes even 40. i also believe mikasa in another universe wouldve loved to be an archivist.

armin: celebrity marine biologist/activist that went viral online during lockdown. he gets his own fanbase and is termed ‘biologist bae’ cus of his cute looks. a tv producer who fell into his corner pretty much fell in love with him after seeing armin deliver a spiel about endangered dugongs. invites him to a bunch of talk shows and the viewership goes so high (a large portion of it being teenage fangirls who want to ‘save the ocean’ too!) he manages to score his own show where he eventually meets his future wife.

annie: senior tv writer who got with armin after working with him on his show. she usually works on sporty reality shows and competitions even though shes a big time introvert. known for her sharp dont fuck with me work ethic, annie gags at how easily she fell into ‘biologist baes’ charm, hates how shes just like the 14 year old fangirls who try to sneak into their shoots. but anyways, annies the ace at her job been going hard for about 15 years but ultimately decides to retire early after having her second child and really liking how ‘biologist bae’ was making enough dough for the whole family.

sasha: influencer cus shes so pretty and fun. was a design major so all her vids have a ‘aesthetic’. now she prettily promotes lifestyle hacks for all the girlies. she also has a set of vids called “what my chef husband cooked for me today” . i think also further on she ends up being one of those moms who shoots vlogs and reviews with their kids.

jean: jeans a classy guy with artistic talents so i imagine him being a successful automotive designer for a luxurious car company. a mommas boy, he used his first fat pay-check to buy his mom a sleek ride thats a little too fast for someone her age. dudes insta page is what you’d expect from a posh car enthusiast with flashy posts of either him, his car, his mom or all 3.

connie: real estate party man. he really climbed his way up and becomes a man of many stories, friends with everyone and plenty of connections. the old hustle got him familiar with the best locations in the city, and now with his excellent salesmanship dude manages to sell at least 3 huge properties a week. i also feel like connies one of those dudes to finally settle down in his 40s -50s (with someone half his age).

historia: i believe queenbee was made for wedding planning. she has her own company before her first job ever but damn is she good at it. being brought up filthy rich, historia is familiar with the highest quality of things, knows whats on the market that only the small percentage of rich people know and will get clients their dream wedding to a t. moreover, she also loves to play cupid (canon!) and is always up to planning her friends weddings (and baby showers, and birthdays parties, and…)

ymir: i imagine ymir being on the board of directors for a bunch of ngos. she had a tough upbringing, was probably moved around from one home to another and could see how hard life is for anyone working at minimum wage. she grew up to be a little spitfire in school, hadnt taken it seriously until she reached senior year and bonded with a school staff named Ms Ymir Fritz. With the wisdom and kindness she learnt from her old teacher, ymir wanted to pay it forward and decided to make a living helping those in need.

reiner: idk why, but i feel like reiners a softie at heart and i imagine him having a nice cozy candy shop. probably fighting old childhood demons and the parental neglect he faced, his cute little shop comes as part of his healing journey to compensate what he missed out on in his youth. its sweet (but a little heartbreaking) that reiners favourite part about his job is getting to witness and be a part of the joy that emerges between families when they enter his shop.

bertholdt: a nurse just cus i think bertholdt would know how to be gentle with the patients. hes got a soft way of speaking that makes vulnerable people feel safe and comfortable. hes also wildly knowledgeable in flexibility and keeping your muscles in good shape that he conducts morning stretches and sometimes yoga in one of their recreational halls.

[natsuki208]

For those who aren’t reading my AOT Halloween fic, I’ll tell you the 104th Squad’s costumes 🎃

(only 4 more days until Halloween is here ^^)

———

Eren - A werewolf, but more fluffy than scary.

Mikasa - Wicked witch, but more elegant.

Armin - A mad scientist, only he’s not actually mad.

Jean - ‘The valiant’ gladiator, and it’s homemade.

Marco - His handsome prince, with a valiant red cape.

Connie - A zombie boy, attempting to scare but fails.

Sasha - Scooby Doo, fits her appetite and fear level.

Historia - This sweet all-white angel shines brightly.

Ymir - The devil, glittering red goes nicely with her.

Annie - Just wears cat ears and whisker makeup.

Reiner - A zombie football player, with his own outfit.

Bertholdt - Frankenstein, to compliment Armin’s.

[lying-on-floors]

As promised...

Yumihisu hand post

Reibert ver.

[brave-and-gentle]

Ice Sculpture date: Reader x Jean Fluff Part 1

Ya'll something came over me this morning and I busted this out for absolutely no reason.

**This has turned into an unexpected mini series. Check out chapter two here.

If you like this, be sure to check out my original character x Jean fic on A03 here

Pairings: reader x Jean

Summary: A year after graduating college in Trost, many of your friends have moved away, but you remained. Your new roommate, Sasha and her friend Connie, introduced you to their friend group. When group plans go awry, you find yourself alone with Jean.

Warnings: none, this all v cute fluff, a self-indulgence

Word count: ~3,400

You were supposed to leave the apartment 10 minutes ago. You always forgot how long it took to layer up with how cold Trost got in the middle of winter. As soon as you lace your winter boots up, you run out the front door and penguin-walk to Jean and Marco's apartment. It was only a few blocks south of where you and Sasha lived, but since it was -20 Fahrenheit, it seemed like an eternity.

It's frigid that the insides of your nose freeze within about five seconds of being outside. Your teeth chatter and eyes burn. This does nothing to help your nerves. You are going to see the ice sculptures made by local artists with a new group of friends you had only met a month ago.

Three months prior, your best friend and roommate, Historia, decided to move to the coast with her girlfriend, Ymir. Your reaction was mixed. You and Historia were two peas in a pod since you met during freshmen year orientation and you did everything together – English classes, the college newspaper, intramural volleyball team, and a few parties. When Historia started dating Ymir junior year, you were a little concerned by Ymir's abrasive personality, but she started to grow on you and she helped Historia become a little more assertive. Ymir had always wanted to move to the coast, so when she finally secured an apartment, it didn't surprise you that Historia sat you down to break the news that she was going with her, leaving you alone in the two-bedroom apartment.

You were happy for the couple. This was Ymir's dream and Historia was excited to explore somewhere new with the love of her life. And yet, there is a tiny bit of maybe not resentment, but you do feel abandoned. This completed the mass exodus of all your friends moving out of Trost. With Historia and Ymir gone, you really don't have anyone.

Thankfully, they refused to road trip to their new home until they helped you find a roommate. It didn't take nearly as much time as you expected, which admittedly disappointed you. After asking around for a few weeks, you found out that Sasha Braus was looking for a place. You knew who she was since you had gone to the same college, but you'd never had a conversation with her. All you knew about Sasha was that she started an archery club at school that apparently was still going strong after graduation. It was an easy decision for Sasha to move in with you. When you met up at the coffee shop down the street, she was incredibly bubbly and kind.

Rooming together was going nearly seamless – although you did have to label all your food in the fridge, lest Sasha get the munchies and eat everything. Soon enough you got to know her friend from school, Connie Springer, who you recognized from the soccer team. He had pretty much taken residence on the couch in the living room, and you didn't even mind. It was nice to have a living space full of laughter – and Connie's snoring.

Sasha and Connie invited you to join their friend group at weekly bar trivia. It was a large group – you'd never hung out with so many people at one time, but with how extroverted Sasha and Connie were, it wasn't a surprise. You could barely keep track of who was who for a while, but after nearly a month of hanging out with them, you think you got it down. Sasha, Connie, Marco and Jean were tight in college. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin had grown up together in Shiganshina and went to a different college in Trost. Eren had met Reiner and Bertholt at the gym. Annie had grown up with Reiner and Bertholt. You weren't exactly sure how they all merged together, but they all hung out together pretty regularly now.

You groan in relief as you approached Jean and Marco's apartment – a beacon of warmth in the frigid, dark night. Your nerves disappear, replaced by yearning for heat. This is the first time you are hanging out with the group without Sasha and the first time outside of bar trivia. It was Jean's idea to go see the ice sculptures. He was an art major in college and knew a couple of the artists. Sasha had a date with this new guy, Nicolo tonight, but urged you to go without her.

You run up to the entryway and ring the apartment buzzer, hoping that it actually works because you realized you don't have Jean or Marco's number. The door clicks, thankfully, and a heatwave washes over you as you open the door and climb the stairs to apartment 313. Or was it 315? You knock on the door only once before it opens to reveal Jean in an old college t-shirt and sweatpants with a hole in the right knee. He isn't wearing shoes. You didn't fully realize how tall this man was until you had to practically crane your neck up to look at him.

“Hey,” Jean says your name. He runs his fingers through his ash-brown hair. “Shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't have your number and couldn't tell you – everyone canceled for tonight. I texted Sasha for your number but she didn't answer.”

Your stomach drops a little. Did you come over here for nothing? You had actually been looking forward to seeing ice sculptures, especially since it was over the college's winter break – it wouldn't be as crowded with students as it usually was. At least that's what you heard, you had never actually gone to see them before. Historia didn't usually last more than 10 minutes in the cold.

“Oh,” you breath, still recovering from the cold. “I guess that means it's going well with Nicolo then.”

“Yeah,” Jean laughs, “If there's any way to Sasha's heart, it's food, and with the way that guy cooks, I think he's in it for life.”

“So where is everyone tonight?” You ask, stalling for a little more time inside. Jean leans against the door frame and counts off.

“Annie invited Armin to go to her father's for the holidays, so I guess they're getting serious. Reiner and Bertholt are sick. Marco got called in to work to cover for someone. Connie won't tell me what he's doing tonight, but I'm pretty sure he's going over to Hitch's for a booty call. And once everyone else canceled, so did Eren and Mikasa.”

“Ah,” you respond, not really knowing what to say now. You don't know Jean well enough to continue the conversation, but you really don't want to go back home. It's only six o'clock, but since it's already pitch black out, you know you won't do anything except rot on the couch all night. For once, you had plans on the weekend and were looking forward to it. You take a step back and point down the hallway. “Welp, I guess I'll - “

“Unless?” Jean interrupts you and rises an eyebrow. His hazel eyes bore into you. Shit, he's really cute. “I mean, you did come over here and you're already bundled up. We could go?” He asks, seemingly unsure of himself.

“Oh, yeah that would be great!” The words tumble out of your mouth before you fully realize you just agreed to a night alone with Jean. “I did make the perilous journey after all.”

“It is cold as fuck and you are very brave.” Jean smiles and rolls his eyes. He takes a step back and motions for you to enter his apartment. “C'mon in, I'll change quick and I can drive us over.”

~

You tense up sitting in the passenger seat of Jean's small, beater car, but as the car warms, so does your conversation. You learn that Jean is an only child and had grown up in Trost. In his art major, he focused on drawing and painting, and was currently teaching art classes at a nonprofit specializing in teaching kids from low-income neighborhoods. He tells you about how his mom drove him crazy, but he still wears the thick, royal blue mittens she had knitted for him. You give him a refresher of how you became roommates with Sasha, how all of your friends from Trost had moved away over the course of the year following graduation.

Once you arrive, you and Jean walk over the to the entrance to pay for tickets, but someone so bundled up you couldn't make out a single feature waves you in.

“For you my man, it's free! Enjoy your date!” You look over to Jean and wait for him to correct the man. Jean's cheeks flush pink, either from the bitter cold or the embarrassing mistake his friend made.

“Ah, sorry about that,” Jean says and bites his lower lip. “That's Floch, he's . . .a bit of an idiot. I know him from the nonprofit, he teaches about once a week. Pretty sure that's all he does besides live off his rich parent's money.”

“Ha, that's okay,” you answer and looked around for any sort of distraction from the awkward interaction. The stars above you shine with a brilliance you'd never seen before. “Wow.” You point up. “I didn't realize how bright the stars could be away from the city.”

“Yeah,” Jean perks up. “It's my favorite part about coming out here.” You both approach the first sculpture, a series of waves imitating the ocean. Dark blue lights underneath light it up. “Brrr, but this cold is not! Actually, I'll be right back.” You don't look behind you to see where Jean wanders off to because you are memorized by the ice wave sculpture.

It reminds you of Historia and Ymir and their new home. The first week she moved, Historia sent you a picture of them at the beach. She said once it warmed up in a few months, they were going to take surfing lessons, no doubt Ymir's idea. An ache grows in your heart, missing your best friend. You are proud of how adventurous she had become since meeting Ymir.

“Hot toddy?” Jean reappears and hands a steaming mug to you.

“Ohhh,” you moan as the mug instantly warms right through your mittens. “This is perfect, thank you.” You hold the drink up to your face, letting it defrost your nose. You breath in the mix of cinnamon and brandy.

“You like this one?” Jean nods at the icy waves.

“Yeah, it reminds of Historia and Ymir since they're living so close to the ocean now. I miss them even though I'm happy for them,” you confess.

“Good for them though, getting out of here.” He take a long sip of his hot toddy. “I've been in Trost my whole life.”

“Have you thought about moving somewhere else?”

“I have, but I don't know if I could ever leave my mom. She's got my step-dad now, but still. Plus, I think I'd really have to make it in the art world to have the money to get out of here. That nonprofit job isn't exactly paying me much.” He gazes at the sculpture, lost in thought.

“Ah, so you're a mama's boy at heart?” You tease and smirk.

“Hey now, nothing wrong with that,” Jean defends himself and tears his eyes away from the sculpture to smile at you.

The two of you continue on, losing yourselves in the towering ice and the glowing pink, blue and green lights mimicking the Northern Lights. You are lost in conversation as well. You discover you are both voracious readers and are discussing a fantasy series you had both recently read when Jean halts.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” He furrows his brows and you follow his accusing eyes to see Eren and Mikasa hand in hand across the field of snow viewing a sculpture in the shape of several large, intricate snow flakes. “They canceled on me and showed up anyway?? Typical Jaeger,” Jean growled.

You bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing. You aren't sure exactly why Eren and Jean are constantly on each other's nerves, but it was one of the first things you noticed when they argued at trivia night over which actor had won an Oscar two years in a row. Turns out, both of their answers were wrong. You had to admit that you found their rivalry a little comical.

“Would you have wanted to go with them anyway?” You press and give a soft laugh. Eren and Mikasa are all over each other all the time, so it's hard to imagine Jean would enjoy three-wheeling with them.

“No,” Jean glowers, “but still, it's about the principle!”

“Alright, let's stay away from them then and have our own fun,” you concede and place your hand on Jean's bicep to guide him away from their direction. You run your mitten-covered hand down the rest of his arm and were about to pull away, but Jean grabs your hand and pulls you closer. Your heart skips a beat.

“You uh, look cold.” He shrugs and looks at the ground. He loosens his hand, as if to let you know that you can let go if you want. Instead, you squeeze his hand and press even closer to his tall frame.

“I am absolutely freezing,” you agree. It's like you had a brain aneurysm, you are never this bold. But you are, in fact, freezing, and Jean is warm. He clears his throat and peers over at you, eyes just barely visible with his knit cap covering his eyebrows.

“So what about you? What are you doing in Trost?”

“Ugh, that's a backstory.”

“I'm all ears.” You launch into it, how you majored in English with great hopes of becoming a best-selling novelist, but the past few months you were stuck in the worst case of writer's block. Unable to find a job remotely close to what you wanted to do, you ended up working at the front desk of a pediatric medical clinic – and barely writing anything.

“You know when you have this great idea, but you realize that in order to make it happen, you actually have to sit down and you know, create?” You gesticulate with your now empty mug in hand, your other hand still engulfed by Jean's.

“Yeah, I know the feeling all too well.” He nods. “I get that way about my sketches and painting sometimes too. It's like the thought of failure has such a choke hold on me that I can't even get started.”

“Exactly! God, the burden we creatives put on ourselves,” you laugh and roll your eyes at your own mild pretentiousness. “I didn't think I'd still be living in Trost this long.”

The two of you finish the ice sculpture route and arrive back where you started. The night was going fast, too fast. You are so long in conversation that you don't see Eren and Mikasa arrive at the exit at the same time.

“Jean?? Is that you?” Shit. You don't mind Eren that much, though he's a little intense for you, and Mikasa is positively the coolest person you know, but fielding the tension between Jean and Eren is the last thing you want to do. Jean drops your hand and with it, a little piece of your heart. Eren and Mikasa approach you.

“Oh, hey,” Eren says your name and a shit-eating grin grows on his face. “Didn't realize you two were out here.”

“Hi,” Mikasa greets you by name with a shy smile.

Jean crosses his arms.

“Yeah, because unlike some people, I did what I said I'd do.” You chuckle at Jean's awkward wording.

“Technically I did too. I said I wasn't going with you, not that I wouldn't go at all,” Eren smirks and his pine-green eyes dance with mischief. Mikasa rolls her eyes and tuggs on his hand.

“C'mon Eren, let's go. Nice to see you two!” Mikasa waves at you and Jean and steers Eren away before a battle could ensue.

“God he gets on my nerves,” Jean says mostly to himself and balls up his hands in fists as the two of you walk to his car. Once inside, you check your phone to see a message from Sasha.

Omg Mikasa just told me you and Jean went to the ice sculptures together?? Just the two of you?? How cute!! I didn't even think about it but you two are PERFECT together. Come home immediately and tell me how it went.

Her message is followed with about a million heart eye emojis.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter and shove your phone in your pocket. Although you thoroughly enjoyed your night with Jean and don't want it to end, you also don't want anyone to get the wrong idea, yourself included. Getting your hopes up had bit you in the ass one too many times.

“Everything good?” Jean asks as he steers out of the parking lot.

“Ah, I don't know. . .” you trail off, unsure how to respond. “I guess Mikasa must have just told Sasha that she ran into us here and she's demanding answers.”

“Which means everyone is going to know in about an hour. Connie's going to be blowing up my phone any minute.” Jean throws his head back in frustration before quickly returning his eyes to the road.

“I can try to correct her, that we're just friends,” you quickly try to do damage control.

“Oh, uh, I didn't mean that. Let her think whatever she wants. Or I mean, uh,” he stutters and blushes. “She's your roommate, I didn't mean to tell you what to tell her.”

“No, that's fine. I'll just ignore her and she can make whatever she wants out of it,” you give a nervous laugh.

The car ride back to the city center is much more quiet and tense. It seems to you that Jean didn't want the night to end either. Despite the tension, you arrive back to your neighborhood much quicker than you expect.

“I can drop you off at your apartment so you don't have to walk in cold again,” Jean offers.

“Sure, thanks.”

He pulls up in front of your apartment building and you unbuckle and pause to look at Jean. Fuck it.

“Do you want to come in? Sasha's probably spending the night with Nicolo.”

“Oh, uh,” Jean pauses and your heart plummets to your stomach.

“It's okay, you don't have to.” You shuffle to open the car door, but Jean stops you.

“I'd love to, actually.”

Keeping with the theme of warm drinks, you make two hot chocolates with peppermint schnapps. Both of your warm outdoor clothing is piled in a heap on the chair by the front door. You and Jean curl up on the couch and move closer and closer to each other as you talk about everything and anything – your favorite movies, your various college activities (you learn Jean was also on the soccer team with Connie and Marco), all the different places you'd like to visit, the frustrations of trying to write or draw.

“Maybe if I wrote something really great I could move somewhere else someday,” you muse. “But until then, Trost it is.”

Jean leans in and lifts his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. You freeze and gaze into his glowing hazel eyes.

“I'm glad you're here,” he breaths your name. An uncontrollable smile spreads across your face.

“Me too.” Warmth from both flirting with Jean and the schnapps spreads throughout your body. He leans in even closer.

“Can I . . .” he trails off. You don't need words to know what he's asking. You answer by surging forward and pressing your lips to his. You both taste like peppermint and dark chocolate. You pull back and giggle. A bold night indeed.

“So, coffee shop tomorrow?” He asks. You learn that you both frequented the coffee shop down the street but were rarely there at the same time. You nod.

“You bring your sketches, I'll bring my notebook,” you promise to hold each other to creating as much as possible.

“It's a date.” Jean looks at you and grins into his hot chocolate mug.

Turns out you have lots to tell Sasha.

[thena0315]

[annies-pie]

My 3rd year of drawing Ymir and Historia for pride month.

[stardustpetalss]

Lol if you know you know

[agriocnemis]

Horror movie night from waiting for mr the dragon to be done with longing to be a liquid beast once more in a tub of water.

[youre-ackermine]

Moodboard:

Headcanons:

YumiHisu // Modern setting // Band AU

"Historia 'the Queen' Reiss comes out!"

The front-page headline of the Trost Times Valentine's Day issue hit her fans like a punch. After years avoiding the subject of her love life, hiding from paparazzi, dodging nosy journalists, the famous Paradis Devils lead singer finally announced that she was in love. With a girl.

The band was formed in high school by Eren Jaeger & his friends Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer & Marco Bodt. After a few disappointing concerts in seedy bars around Shiganshina, the group decided to find a female singer to boost their audience.

Historia Reiss was not only the Maria High School goddess, but she sang like an angel. The boys convinced her to be their new singer & their muse. Her looks, her voice, her charisma quickly drew a crazy amount of new admirers, worshippers driven insane by the slightest appearances of their revered 'Queen'.

From this moment on, the Paradis Devils soon became one of the most popular bands on the island, following No Name close in the charts. They played sold-out dates all around the country & beyond the walls.

Inevitably, paparazzi started to hunt them down. Their fans became more & more passionate about their private lives, discussing theories on social media. Their chemistry on stage was so obvious that most fans thought Eren & 'the Queen' were a couple, which none of them confirmed or denied, rather playing with the ambiguity of their relationship every time they were seen in public.

When Marco quit the band, he was replaced by the Titans' former drummer Ymir.

Saying that Historia & Ymir's first interactions didn't go well is an understatement. Too used to being worshipped, 'the Queen' obviously couldn't stand the other girl's stand-offish, quizzical demeanour.

In spite of all her sugar-coated words & outgoing behaviour, Historia couldn't wipe the infuriating smirk off Ymir's face. Not to mention the way she looked at her, a look that bore into her very soul, as if she knew about the dark truth behind the happy mask.

Ymir's aloof personality, her cynical take on life, her whole behaviour was an intriguing, appealing mystery to the young singer. Not being able to wrap the freckled girl around her little finger pissed Historia off more than she would admit, thus increasing her interest in the musician.

The band was now more famous than ever. Being on tour most of the time, living close together, away from family or loved ones, tensions rose between them all. Fame was taking a toll on the band. As the Paradis Devils' figurehead, Historia was deeply affected by the pressure of stardom & isolated herself more & more everyday, locked in her hotel room or wandering the streets at night, slowly sliding into sadness.

One night, after an exhausting concert abroad, loneliness hit Historia hard. As the others loudly enjoyed an afterparty with a few friends by the pool, she was sitting alone on a remote bench, hoping the starry sky, the chirping of crickets or the rose garden scent would help her forget the void she felt inside.

She startled to the tinkling noise next to her. Against all odds, Ymir had left the party with a bottle of champagne & two crystal glasses to join her. As the night & the conversation between the girls went on, Historia was amazed by how deeply Ymir understood her inner turmoils & how kind she could be. For the first time in her life, Historia forgot her loneliness & felt alive, finally.

In the dead of night, here in the quiet, secluded garden, they shared their first kiss under the stars.

Moodboard, header & dividers: @youre-ackermine

Requested by: Anon 🌹

A/N: English is not my usual language // Click on the moodboard for better quality

[darkbutterflyart]

NEW ATTACK ON TITAN MODERN AU SKETCHES!

Ok this one has been almost 2 years in my wips! So glad I finally finished it!

I hope you like it! And I hope these scenes even make a little sense lol hehe💕

[allaboutjeanboy]

The Bullet

New Direction

chapter 2 🤞

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You jolted awake to the blaring sound of your alarm, groaning at the realization that you actually had to get up this early. After turning off the alarm, you rubbed your tired eyes and glanced at your phone. To your surprise, you saw you had been added to a group chat with the people you met last night, along with a few others who seemed like they might be Sasha's friends.

KUWTK😜

Twin🤞:

guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ik you guys already know but y/n's my childhood bestie and she's just moved here from Sina so i decided to add her

Connie :

she's awesome you guys need to meet her

Eren :

wtf are you guys doing texting this late

oh wait nvm

it's nice to meet you y/n

Twin🤞 :

she'll probably be sleeping she needs to get up early

yk she's a figure skater??? totally badass

Eren :

might see her at practice sometime tomorrow then

Historia :

Sasha did you tell her about this weekend?? i would love to put a face to her name

Connie :

ofc she's coming 🙄🙄

You scrolled through the messages for about a minute or so to see what they were saying. Mostly everyone was just introducing themselves so you decided to text them to then introduce yourself. If you were being honest, you were surprised they accepted you so quickly but then again they did mention that Sasha would mention you a lot with made your heart swell at how deeply Sasha cared for you.

KUWTK😜

y/n :

heyyy

it's nice meeting you guys as you know i'm y/n

sorry i reply earlier i was sleeping

You powered down your phone and set it aside so you could get ready for practice. It felt a bit silly, but you couldn't help feeling like a kid again, buzzing with excitement at the thought of heading to the ice rink. Even though you felt your nerves slowing creeping in, you chose to stay positive. After all, the only reason you were so drawn to Trost College was because of that very rink.

You reluctantly climbed out of your warm bed and headed to the blinds, only to be hit by a wave of cold air. It dawned on you that winter was creeping in, and you had completely forgotten about the dropping temperatures. As you pulled the blinds open, the bright sunlight flooded your room, causing you to blink as your eyes adjusted. After a moment, you made your way to the bathroom to do your morning skincare and brush your teeth.

Once you were finished in the bathroom, you quickly pulled your hair into a bun before deciding on your outfit for practice. You opted for your usual look: black leggings and a long-sleeve compression shirt. To keep warm on your walk to campus, you layered on a hoodie and a jacket, eager to explore more of the area. You grabbed your big duffel bag from the closet and started packing your essentials. Remembering the new skates Sasha had gifted you, you decided to toss them in as well. Sure, it might not be the best idea to break in new skates while meeting your coach, but you were too excited to care.

After about five more minutes, you were finally ready. You slung your duffel bag over your shoulder and headed out your bedroom and towards the door. Just as you reached it, you remembered you needed to fill up your water bottle before leaving. You quickly did that, grabbed your keys, and stepped out, locking the door behind you.

You stepped out of the elevator and made your way toward the main entrance. As you walked outside, a blast of icy air hit you, sending a shiver down your spine. Wincing at the sudden chill, you tried to push it aside and popped in your AirPods, hoping to distract yourself from the biting cold.

As you walked, a wave of excitement mixed with nervousness washed over you. With each step closer, everything felt more real, and that realization scared you. You weren't used to being in this unfamiliar place, and the thought of not knowing anyone made it even more daunting. But before your overthinking spiraled out of control, you took a deep breath, trying to swallow down the anxiousness building inside you. You reminded yourself that it was probably best to relax before meeting your new coach; after all, you wanted to make a great first impression.

Your steps slowed to a stop as you finally arrived at the ice rink, and you couldn't help but stare in awe at its beauty from the outside. You looked like a kid who had just been offered a mountain of sweets. Shaking off the moment of wonder, you quickly walked into the building and approached the front desk. To your right, a short man with black hair holding a clipboard seemed to notice you and made his way over. *Is this my new coach? damn he's small.* you thought to yourself.

He stood in front of you, extending his hand for a shake. "Hello, my name is Levi Ackerman, and I'll be your new coach." You shook his hand and replied politely, "I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you." He gestured for you to follow him, leading you toward the changing rooms. "Put your belongings in the changing room, then come to the side of the rink, and we'll get started," he said with a stern tone. He was a bit intimidating, so you quickly complied and stepped into the changing room.

Once inside, you set your bag down and peeled off your jacket and jumper. You unzipped your bag to reveal your brand-new skates, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt—especially since you had no idea how Sasha managed to afford them; they were ridiculously expensive. After lacing up your ice skates and putting on your guards, you walked out of the changing room and headed toward the side of the rink, ready to begin.

You were amazed just looking at how big the rink was, you knew it was big but it was even bigger in person. As you spotted Levi and started to walk towards him. He looks up and gives you a nod of approval. "Good, you're ready. I expect you to give it your all today. Remember, practice is where you build your skills, so don't hold back. Let's see what you've got." His tone is firm but there's a hint of encouragement in his voice. you complied since you wanted to get on his good side "Yes sir." With that you opened the side door to get onto the ice.

Once you step onto the ice, you take a deep breath, feeling the cool air rush past you. You glide forward, your skates slicing through the surface, and you focuses on her movements. At first, you practice some basic glides and turns to warm up, allowing herself to get comfortable. You needed to gain a bit more confidence before doing anything else, so you skated around the rink once then added more intricate footwork. You felt your nerves fade away quite quickly as you started moving around a bit more. Before long you started you add in spins to showcase more of your skills.

You kept an eye on Levi, looking for some feedback. As you finish your warm-up, Levi watches closely. After a few moments, he crosses his arms and nods slightly, then calls out, "Not bad. I can see you've put in some work. Your technique is solid, but there's room for improvement. Focus on your balance during those spins, and remember to keep your posture strong. Let's push you a bit harder today." His tone is both critical and encouraging, which made you more determined to impress him. "Yes sir."

With determination in your eyes, you glide to the center of the rink, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Quickly, you take a deep breath, your heart racing as you gather up speed. As you approach the jump, you focus on your technique, body poised and ready. You dig the edges of your skates into the ice, launching yourself into the air with a powerful push.

Your body rotates gracefully, spinning three times before you prepare to land. Time seems to slow as you complete the rotations. With precision, you spot your landing and extends your leg, landing smoothly on one skate, your arms raised in triumph as you balances perfectly. As you land the triple axel, Levi's expression shifts to one of serious approval. He nods firmly and says, "That was a strong attempt, y/n. Your technique was solid, and the landing was good. However, remember that consistency is key. We need to work on your confidence in the air and your control during the landing. Let's focus on refining those aspects in our next session." His tone is direct, but it felt nice for him to acknowledge your talent.

About three hours had flown by, and the clock now read 7 AM. Levi had reminded you that you needed to get off in about 30 minutes, so you were determined to make the most of the time left. Suddenly, you heard Levi call out, "Let's see your triple axel again! I want you to improve on it a little before you leave!" You nodded, feeling a surge of motivation as you picked up your pace on the ice. You circled the rink twice, gathering your focus, then took a deep breath.

With precision, you positioned your body, digging the tips of your skates into the ice. You pushed yourself upward, soaring into the air. For a brief moment, everything else faded away as you spun three times, feeling the exhilaration of the jump. As you prepared to land, you extended your legs, aiming for a smooth finish. The thrill of the moment filled you with a sense of accomplishment.

You suddenly heard a familiar voice call out, "Whoa, y/n! That was awesome!" Turning towards the sound, you spotted the entire hockey team standing nearby. Just my luck, you thought to yourself. Connie was the one shouting, which didn't surprise you, but then your gaze landed on Jean. You shot him a dirty look before gliding across the ice toward the door at the side of the rink. As you approached, a smile spread across your face. "Thanks, Con man," you said, feeling a mix of gratitude and annoyance.

As you stepped off the ice, Levi handed you your skating guards and introduced you to their coach. "Y/n, this is Erwin Smith, the boys' ice hockey coach." Erwin smiled warmly as you met his gaze, extending his hand for a shake. You quickly took his hand, introducing yourself while feeling a bit embarrassed under the scrutiny of everyone around you.

Erwin broke the silence with a genuine compliment, "Your skating skills are amazing; we haven't seen raw talent like that in a while." His impressed smile made your heart race. You could feel your cheeks warming as you replied, "Thank you, sir," grateful yet flustered by the attention and praise.

Connie came up to you and wrapped you in a tight hug, his hockey gear crunching around you. He then turned to the boys, throwing an arm around your shoulder. "Guys, this is y/n, Sasha's old friend—the one she added to the group chat." You smiled at everyone, catching Jean's sharp glare directed at you, but he stayed silent.

A boy with brown hair tied in a bun and piercing green eyes stepped forward, smiling as he introduced himself. "Hey, I'm Eren. It's good to meet you." He went on to introduce the others—Reiner, Bertolt, Porco, Colt, and Marco, who you had already met. You felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as you took in the friendly faces surrounding you, well expect Jean, he had a scowl on his face. What the hell was his problem? why was he so rude, you've not even done anything wrong.

Erwin then interrupted, "Sorry to cut in, but you boys better get on the ice and start practicing; we've got a game in a few weeks." As everyone began saying their goodbyes, Jean walked past but suddenly stopped in front of you, towering over you with an imposing presence. "Is that really how you skate? It looks more like you're trying to avoid falling than actually skating," he said with a stern tone. You scowled up at him, feeling anger surge through your veins. Who did he think he was to treat you like that? Instead of backing down, you decided to tease him, wanting to annoy him just as much as he annoyed you. "I know you're just jealous because you're insecure about your own abilities," you shot back playfully, looking up at him. You must have hit a nerve because the look he gave you was intense enough to turn anyone to stone. With a huff, Jean pushed past you, nudging your shoulder with his before striding away to join the others on the ice.

Levi then turned to you and sat you down to go over what you can improve on next time. After that you went back into the changing rooms and just sit down for a second, you were completely exhausted but if Levi gave you the chance, you'd probably still go back on the ice. Levi didn't actually seem all that bad, he's a good coach and he gives good advice.

Once you had recollected yourself, you opened your bag and checked your room to see you had a message from your sister, Sage. You had 3 siblings, 2 sisters and 1 brother. You've missed them a lot, especially your oldest sister, since she was the first to move out you've not really seen her as often. It can go months without seeing each other and it's drifted you a little but you both still try and contact each other whenever you get the chance to.

Your sister is your soul sister; being the second oldest, you've formed a deeper connection with her than with your other siblings. You just don't relate to your younger brother, Sebastian, or your sister, Charlotte, the way you do with Sage. When you're apart from her, it feels like a part of you is missing. Growing up, you two were practically inseparable—always attached at the hip. Sage is also best friends with Sasha, and the three of you used to hang out together all the time; you were never without Sage.

You smiled to yourself before opening her message.

Sage💞

Sage💞 :

Hey girl it's been a while don't u think???

we should go to the club together just us, what do you think?

y/n :

hey sis 🤞🤞🤞

i'd love to

Sage💞 :

alright i'll pick you up at 7 then

You felt a wave of happiness as you realized you were finally getting to spend time with your sister. One of the main reasons you were eager to go to Trost was because she had moved there to attend college for a few years before deciding to drop out and settle down with her boyfriend, well, fiancé. At just four years older than you, she seemed to have her life all figured out, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy for her seemingly effortless life.

You placed your phone on the bench, eager to untie and remove your skates. Almost immediately, you regretted wearing new skates; your feet throbbed with discomfort, and you could already feel the beginnings of bruises forming. Well, the damage was done, and there was no point in dwelling on it now. Once you finally got your skates off, you decided to give your feet a much-needed five-minute break. You slipped on your hoodie and jacket, then put on your shoes, grateful for the relief as you settled in.

When you finally felt ready, you stepped out of the changing room and waved goodbye to Levi. He gave you a strange look, and you couldn't help but think it was because of the way you were walking—your sore feet definitely weren't making it easy to stride confidently.

You stepped outside into the chilly morning air and decided to treat yourself to a warm cup of hot chocolate since you always skipped breakfast. You figured you might as well grab some for Sasha and Mikasa too, even if Sasha was still snoozing away. The café was just a short walk away on campus, and since you had plenty of time to kill until 7, it seemed like the perfect plan.

You walk towards the café, feeling the brisk morning air wrap around you like a refreshing embrace. Each step crunches softly on the fallen leaves, and you can't help but smile at the peacefulness of the campus as it slowly stirs to life. The thought of a warm cup of hot chocolate fuels your anticipation, and with every stride, you feel a little lighter, almost eager to escape the chill and step into the inviting warmth that awaits you.

You stepped into the café, and the aroma enveloped you like a warm hug, making your mouth water with anticipation. The cozy little spot was delightfully small and surprisingly quiet, which worked in your favor—no long lines to contend with. As you approached the counter to place your order, a cheerful blonde girl greeted you with a bright smile. "Hello! What can I get for you?" she asked politely, and her kindness instantly made you smile back, even though you knew it was part of her job. "Three hot chocolates, please and thank you." She nodded and tapped the screen to enter your order. "That will be £4," she said, and you handed over the money, feeling a little rush of excitement as you waited for your drinks.

She glanced over at you before speaking, "What's your name, so I can give you the right cup?" You smiled and replied, "Y/N." Her face lit up as if she recognized you. "Oh my gosh! You're Y/N? I'm one of Sasha's good friends. My name's Historia, by the way." You couldn't help but smile back as you chatted with her while she prepared your drinks. She mentioned her girlfriend, Ymir, and reminded you about the gathering at her dorm—she must really want you to come. Once Historia finished making your drinks, she asked for your number to stay in touch. You didn't mind at all and gave it to her without hesitation. After that, you waved goodbye as you headed out, thinking she seemed really nice. Her girlfriend's one lucky girl!

Once you stepped back outside, you slipped your AirPods in, knowing that music always made the walk feel faster. With your favorite playlist playing, you started toward your dorm, the rhythm of the songs matching your pace and lifting your spirits.

As you walk back to your dorm room, the morning sun warms your face, and the air is crisp. In your hands, you cradle a steaming cup of hot chocolate, the rich aroma wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. Each sip feels like a reward for your hard work on the field, the sweetness melting away any lingering fatigue.

The campus is quiet, with only a few students milling about, but the peacefulness adds to the moment. You take in the vibrant fall colors of the trees lining the path, feeling grateful for the little things. With each step, you look forward to unwinding in the apartment, maybe a warm bath, all while savoring the warmth of your drink. The day ahead feels promising, and you can't help but smile as you approach your dorm, ready to embrace whatever comes next.

As you approach the dorm building, you step through the main entrance and are instantly enveloped by the warmth inside, soothing your tense muscles. You make your way to the elevator and press the button for the third floor. The doors close slowly, and you feel the gentle ascent, the elevator humming softly as it carries you upward before finally coming to a stop.

You stepped into the quiet hallway, making your way toward your dorm at the very end of the corridor. As you rummaged for your keys in your pocket, you finally unlocked the door. Mikasa looked up from her spot, her soft smile warming the room as you walked in. You set your things down and approached her. "Hey Mikasa, I brought hot chocolate for all of us on the way back," you said, placing the cups on the counter. "Thank you," She pulled you into a brief embrace, then picked up her cup and took a sip, a look of contentment crossing her face.

Before long, Sasha wandered into the kitchen, her eyes lighting up as she thanked you for the warm drink before nearly devouring it. You all settled in together, chatting for about ten minutes, when you suddenly remembered that Sage had invited you out. With a smile on your face, you said, "Oh yeah, my sister invited me out to a bar to catch up since we haven't seen each other in a while." Sasha turned her head toward you, her expression shifting as she began to share how much she missed Sage, and you couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm.

Sasha was close with all your siblings, but her bond with Sage was especially strong since the two of you were practically inseparable. After chatting with Mikasa and Sasha, you made your way to the bathroom, feeling an urgent need for a shower. You turned the water on, ensuring it was hot, grateful for the warmth after being out in the cold since 4 a.m.

You step into the bathroom and close the door behind you, the sound of the shower running filling the space. You adjust the water to your preferred temperature, letting the steam envelop you as you step under the cascade. The warm water washes away the chill from your skin, easing the tension in your muscles. You take a moment to enjoy the sensation, then reach for your favorite shampoo, lathering it into your hair before rinsing it out, then putting your conditioner in for about a minute before rinsing it off. Next, you grab the body wash, letting the fragrant suds cleanse away the day. After a few minutes of relaxation, you rinse off, feeling rejuvenated.

After stepping out of the shower, you grab a soft towel and wrap it around yourself, feeling the warmth still clinging to your skin. You move to the sink and start your skincare routine, applying a gentle cleanser followed by a hydrating toner, making sure to pat it into your skin. Next, you reach for your favorite moisturizer, smoothing it over your face and neck, enjoying the refreshing sensation. Once your skin feels nourished, you head to the vanity to apply body cream, focusing on areas that tend to dry out, leaving your skin feeling soft and supple. Finally, you grab your blow dryer and begin to dry your hair, carefully working through the strands until they're smooth and shiny, then you put your hair into roller to give a blowout effect.

You thought you should text your sister to ask what you were going to wear.

Sage💞

y/n :

hey what should I wear, just so i know xx

Sage💞 :

something fancyyyyy

i feel like dressing up tonight xx

y/n.:

sounds good

see you later xx

Feeling a bit bored, you decided to search for an outfit, knowing it could take a while to find the perfect look. You began rummaging through your closet and soon discovered a lovely long black skirt paired with a brown off-the-shoulder top. Instantly, you could envision how it would all come together. You grabbed a pair of brown heels and some gold jewelry to complete the ensemble. To your surprise, everything matched beautifully, turning out far better than you had anticipated given that it was a last-minute choice.

inspo:

You settled into your vanity chair, the outfit neatly folded beside you. With plenty of time to spare, you decided to roll a joint, knowing it would help pass the time effortlessly. Let's be honest, it's the perfect way to unwind, especially since you were planning to take a nap before heading out. After being up since 4 a.m., you definitely needed it. You pulled everything you'd need out of your drawer and then settled down on your bed, ready to enjoy a little downtime.

After grinding the cannabis and creating a crutch with the filter tips, you began packing the rolling paper full of your cannabis. You filled it up, rolled it, and then used your tongue to seal it. After that, you twisted it and packed the open end. Now for the exciting part: you put it to your lips, lighted it, and watched for a while as you opened TikTok on your phone.

As 15 minutes passed, you started to feel the effects wash over you, a wave of relaxation that made your eyelids grow heavy. Eventually, the fatigue took over, and you drifted off into a light nap, surrendering to the moment.

The nap didn't last long before you were jolted awake by someone barging into your room. You blinked your sleepy eyes, struggling to adjust to the sudden intrusion. As you fully regained your senses, you realized it wasn't just one person—it was Sasha, Connie, and Jean. Mikasa must be off somewhere else since she wasn't with them. You groaned, annoyed at being disturbed, and shot them a scowl with your heavy-lidded red eyes. "What the hell are you guys doing?!" you snapped, irritation bubbling up. You hated being woken up by others. Sasha laughed and raised her hands in mock surrender, Connie following suit. Meanwhile, Jean just stood there, staring at you with an unreadable expression.

Sasha turned to you with a sarcastic glare, "Have you seriously been smoking with us?" You sat up in bed and nodded while stretching. Just then, Connie leaped onto your bed, followed by Sasha, who landed right on top of you. Annoyed, you smacked her hard on the backside. "Owww, what the hell was that for?" she exclaimed, rubbing her sore spot. You chuckled, "Because you woke me up AND jumped on top of me," crossing your arms in mock anger. Sasha and Connie burst into laughter, but Jean just stood there, which started to annoy you. You decided to call him out, "Are you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to actually sit on the bed with us, Jean?" He scoffed, shot you a look, and finally plopped down on the bed.

In order to roll his own joint, Connie leaned across the bed and grabbed all of your cannabis. "You're not even going to ask if you can have that?" you mockingly sneered at him. "You would have said yeah anyway," he remarked with a smile after looking up. You chose to keep quiet as you watched him roll for everyone after realising he was right.

You turned your attention to Sasha, "Sasha, take a look at my outfit and tell me what you think. I want another opinion." She turned around, her face lighting up into a smile as she nodded. "Looks gorgeous, babe, just like you." You beamed at her compliment, but then noticed Connie and Jean staring at you in shock. "What are you all staring at me for?" you asked, feeling confused. Jean finally broke the silence, glancing at you before speaking for both of them. "We didn't know you had a boyfriend." You tilted your head slightly, puzzled. "What are you talking about? I'm not getting a boyfriend anytime soon; I'm just meeting my sister."

Jean raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. "Oh, so you're saying you're not interested in anyone right now?" He crossed his arms and leaned back, as if trying to wrap his head around what you just revealed. "I thought you were done with dating for a while," he said, skepticism creeping into his voice. "Guess I totally misread the situation." Just then, Connie jumped in. "So what's your deal then? Are you focusing on yourself?" You paused for a moment, considering your response. The truth was, the only reason you had stepped back from dating was that every serious relationship ended with you getting cheated on. You figured honesty was the best policy; there was really no point in hiding the truth so you decided to tell them.

You shrugged your shoulders. "Well, in pretty much every relationship I've had, I ended up getting cheated on, so I've decided to take a break." Jean's expression softened just a bit, but his words still carried an edge. "Wow, I didn't realize it was that serious," he said, attempting to be sympathetic while rolling his eyes slightly. "Taking a break sounds smart, even if it does seem a bit dramatic. Just don't let it turn into a pity party, okay? You've got to get back out there eventually." You shot him a glare, rolling your eyes in response. "I can do what I want; it's my life and I also don't want your pity." He scoffed, which only made you roll your eyes even harder.

Sasha harshly slapped the back of Jean’s head for his snarky comments, causing you to giggle while he shot a glare your way. You didn't really care about his remarks; deep down, you knew he had a point. Maybe it was time to put yourself out there again.

"Can you two stop bickering for five minutes? Jesus Christ," Connie chimed in playfully. He had already rolled the joint and took a moment to light it, inhaling deeply three times before passing it to you. You took about five draws, savoring the moment, before passing it to Jean, then to Sasha, and around the circle until it was finally finished.

After your smoke break filled with bickering and laughter, you glanced at the clock and saw it was around 5:45 PM. Realizing it was time to get ready, you knew it would take you a while. Everyone else had already headed to the kitchen to whip up some food, and since you hadn't eaten yet today, you planned to sneak a bite of their meal before you left.

You sat down at your vanity as you carefully unroll your hair clips, allowing your hair to fall freely around your shoulders. As you reach for your makeup, you opt for a natural look, but with a twist—a smoky eye that adds depth to your gaze. With each brushstroke, you blend soft earth tones while deepening the outer corners, creating a sultry effect. The transformation feels empowering, and you can see the confident version of yourself emerging, or it could just be the fact you were still kind of stoned.

Once you finished your makeup, you glanced at your phone and saw it was already 6:30 PM. A rush of excitement surged through you as you quickly slipped into your outfit, adding the perfect touch with your jewelry and heels. With a deep breath, you opened your door, eager to see everyone's reactions to your look.

You sauntered down the hallway and into the kitchen, where Sasha spun around, her face lighting up with a huge smile. "Omg babe, you literally look gorgeous! Take me as your bride!" she exclaimed, making you laugh. Just then, you caught Jean glancing your way, his eyes roaming over you before he quickly looked away, realizing you'd seen him. You weren't about to let him off the hook, so you decided to poke a little fun. "Like what you see, Jeanie?" you teased, and he shot you a sharp glare. "Don't call me that," he replied with a stern tone, but you just smirked, knowing how much it annoyed him. That was exactly why you'd keep calling him that.

Connie suddenly appeared behind you, wrapping his arm around you with a warm smile. "You look amazing, y/n!" he said, making you turn around to grin at him. You planted a quick kiss on his cheek, replying, "Thanks, Connie baby." As you turned back to fully step into the kitchen, you couldn't resist taking a bite of Sasha's pizza, but she quickly slapped your hand away. "I've literally not eaten all day, please, Sasha," you pleaded, giving her your best puppy eyes. Your charm must've worked because she relented, offering you one more slice. You happily accepted it and devoured it in no time.

After about five minutes of chatting with everyone, also bickering with Jean, Sage texted you to say the taxi was outside, so you hurriedly grabbed your purse and said your goodbyes. As you walked toward the door, you felt a pair of eyes on you but chose to ignore it and kept moving. What you didn't realise was that it was actually Jean watching you as you left.

As you made your way down to the taxi, a wave of excitement washed over you, making your heart race. The thought of reuniting with your sister and the promise of a fun night ahead filled you with anticipation. You couldn't help but smile at the idea of all the laughter and memories waiting to unfold. It felt like this night was going to be something special, and you were ready to embrace every moment of it.

[natsuki208]

How the 104th Squad sleep (and if they snore) 🛌

(This could be my modern AU or the canonverse; your pick)

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Eren - He tosses and turns, but he cannot shake off the nightmares he has almost every night.

Mikasa - So peacefully. She drifts away as long as she knows everyone is safe.

Armin - Always remains extra tucked in and stays that way throughout the night.

Jean - The poor guy hugs his pillow as if he’s sleeping with a lover, although he snores deeply.

Marco - No snoring, no turning, he sleeps on his side hugging his pillow too. Do not disturb.

Connie - This guy snores like no tomorrow, and tosses around a lot that he ends up on the floor.

Sasha - Stays on her back but drools in her sleep, probably dreaming of her favourite meals.

Christa - Looks like to be having a peaceful sleep, but some hear her sobbing quietly.

Ymir - She curls up during her sleep. She doesn’t know why and no one cares to ask.

Annie - It’s rare but she sleeps with her eyes open. Some people can’t tell if she’s ready to attack.

Reiner - Snores like a pig (not as bad as Connie) and sleeps on his stomach like a baby.

Bertholdt - Do I really need to say anything? lol