Tumgik
#aot x reader fluff
torubeth · 1 year
Text
the clock seemed to be moving really slowly for some reason and you despised it. your phone was boring now. all you wanted to do was sleep and cuddle with your boyfriend. but it’s been two hours since he last talked to you.
“okay! just cover me and i’ll clear this shit!” he yelled into his headphones.
he promised that it would be his last game at least 30 times now and still he wasn’t quite done.
“baby, do you wanna cuddle ?” you asked, giving it one more shot. you weren’t even sure if he’d heard you over all the yelling and music from his game.
“sorry, did you say something ?” he removed his headphones to try to understand you better.
guess he didn’t hear it after all, “nothing, you can continue” you smiled at him and gestured toward the computer. softly sighing, you slowly pulled the blanket up to your chin.
“okay that’s my cue, y’all have fun” he switched off the system without a proper goodbye and rushed over to the bed and fell on top of you.
slowly shifting under the covers, he wrapped his big beefy arms around your waist to pull you closer to him and whispered “of course i wanna cuddle with you”
suna rintarou, matsukawa issei, tooru oikawa, miya atsumu, eren jaeger, gojo satoru (bro i srsly can’t think of anyone else fuck my brain but honestly literally anyone you like; and warning : it’s not proofread oh lord :)
3K notes · View notes
pennylanewrites · 13 days
Text
when we were young [levi ackerman]
now playing: when we were young - adele
tags: fluff, old levi reminiscing, established relationship, flashback, canonverse, mentions of violence (non-graphic)
Tumblr media
levi didn’t mind getting old, not really. he didn’t care for the deep smile lines or the wrinkles around his eyes. however, he did mind that he couldn’t pick his wife up and carry her to bed with ease anymore. he especially hated that his knee would still buckle if he didn’t use that bloody cane to get across a room.
levi ackerman, for the first time in his fifty-five years of life, had managed to nick himself while shaving. you stepped into the bathroom to grab something, eyes wide at the stream of blood running down his neck.
“what happened?” you were quick to grab the first-aid kit from the cabinet, eyes panning at him.
“i was just shaving, keep it down.” he rolled his eyes, sitting at the edge of the tub. he unbuttoned his shirt, already stained at the collar, and discarded it on the floor.
you looked down at him with a smile. his muscles were still there, though much less defined. the scars from his youth, long healed, a painful reminder of what he had been through.
you dabbed alcohol on a cotton pad before sitting down on his good leg.
“this is pretty deep, levi.” you muttered. he winced when the alcohol came in touch with the cut on his cheek, his fingers pressing against your waist.
“my hand still shakes sometimes.” he looked down at his three remaining fingers with a sigh. the nerves were all messed up, but he was insistent on using that hand for everything still.
“it’s okay, old man. i’ll shave you from now on.” you chuckled, cleaning up the dried-up blood from his jaw.
“you know what this reminds me of, brat?”
levi’s brows were furrowed, a scowl permanently etched in his features as you tried to make him sit down.
“captain, your face is full of blood.”
“it’s not mine.”
“some of it is yours.”
you weren’t really sure what had happened. it was all so fast. a soldier calling you a slut, you punching him, him slapping you back. that’s when levi had stepped in.
you finally managed to get levi to sit down, opening the first-aid kit beside you on his desk.
“he shouldn’t have slapped you.” was all he muttered before getting up again. you brought your hands to his shoulders, pushing him down with all the force you could muster.
“hey! let someone help you for once.” gray eyes shot up at yours, growing wide when you sat down on his knee to keep him in place. he didn’t utter a single word as you cleaned his face up with a damp towel, not even wincing when you dabbed alcohol against his busted lip.
he realised he didn’t particularly mind your breath fanning against his cheek, or your hair falling in his eyes. he certainly didn’t mind you shuffling on his lap, like you weren’t his soldier and he your captain.
“you’re sitting on me.” he said, more like an acknowledgment. you panicked and tried to get up, but levi’s arms wrapped around your hips. “thanks.”
“for sitting on you?” a smile played on your lips in the dimly-lit office, “captain.” you added, to be safe.
“don’t call me captain like that.”
“like what?”
“you’re making it dirty.”
“what does it remind you of, captain?” you shook levi out of his thoughts. he wrapped his arms further around your waist, pulling you closer. he knew you remembered the same thing.
“almost thirty years later, you’re still cheeky.”
“it never goes away.” you sighed, leaning down to peck his lips.
in his memory, he was lifting you up with one arm to plop you down on the desk and kiss you. in the present, you had to pull him up carefully and hand him his cane.
levi didn’t mind, though. some parts of him still worked just fine.
Tumblr media
698 notes · View notes
celesteleoves · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media
“DIMPLES ARE SO CUTE!”
ೃ࿐ EREN YEAGER X FEM!READER
summary: eren only shows his dimples around you.
warnings: eren has dimples, fluff, mentions of spicey things (girls teasing girls ykyk), erens very stoic around people he’s not close with.
-
“can you imagine jean having dimples, mikasa? i mean that would boost his ego too much.” annie laughed as you all sat around armins house.
your friend group had decided to have one big hangout! currently, the girls were sitting in the basement catching up on gossip while the boys went out to get stuff for a barbecue later.
“he still looks insanely good annie, can YOU imagine your boyfriend having dimples?” mikasa retorted back as the rest of us girls laughed.
“at least he’s good in bed-”
“hey, y/n, you like guys with dimples right?” sasha questioned as she downed a can of root beer.
“who doesn’t? dimples are so cute!” you said as the girls agreed.
“historia loves me and my freckles, dimples ain’t got nothing on us.” ymir pulled historia to her chest who only giggled and nodded.
you smiled at the two, they were so cute it drove you nuts. but at the moment, you remembered something about your crush and a feature you noticed about him.
“wait, eren has dimples guys!” you said with a smile on your face like you’d just solve the biggest mystery on earth.
the girls narrowed their eyes at you and then turned their attention to mikasa, who was a bit confused as well.
“don’t look at me, i can’t remember ever noticing eren having dimples. you sure y/n?”
“i swear, just wait till he gets back and look closely! you can see them.”
“she’s so in love she’s imaging eren with her favourite features a guy can have.” historia mocked and you rolled your eyes.
“i swear by it.”
mikasa laughed at your words as the girls listened closely to this newfound information.
“sure you do, i’ve known eren my whole life and i dont ever really see any prominent dimples on his face.”
“mika, let’s also remember she’s heavily obsessed with him. of course she noticed these things.” sasha joined in on the teasing as you groaned.
“fine, maybe you guys are right about the dim-”
“right about what?” jean asked as he, armin, and connie walked into the room with drinks and snacks.
“it’s girl talk, jean.” armin said while putting stuff down on a near coffee table before taking a seat on the couch annie sat at.
“well let me in on it!” jean pestered mikasa as he also joined her on the couch also.
“sasha! of course you ate my favourite chips bro.” connie whined as he noticed the chip bag he brought was in her hands and was now devoured by Sasha’s uncontrollable need for food.
“shut up connie!”
“anyways, we were talking about how y/n says she believes eren has dimples.” historia brought the conversation back and now everyone was listening intently.
“that mean bastard? doubt he could have something as attractive as dimples on his cold, ugly face.” jean said as he emphasized the last few words in a mocking way while mikasa slapped his arm.
armin paused and thought about it before speaking. “actually, he might. i think i almost saw his dimples once but he turned away from me, so i couldn’t see them.”
“see!” you smiled in victory and stood up to grab a coke can but before you could, a hand swooped and grab it right out of your reach. the person raised it above their head.
“don’t mind me, i’m really in the mood for some coke.” the person you guys had been talking about for a while finally arrived, eren.
and god damn, he looked too good even though you saw him thirty minutes ago. somehow, he manages to just get more attractive in your eyes day by day.
“eren, i was gonna have that actually so hand it over.” you smiled and reached to grab it, the visible height difference between you two causing troubles.
your friends went silent as they watched you bicker with each other. they had all been rooting for you two to get together, for a while now. you had easily fallen for him, what you didn’t know as of right know is that he fell harder.
although, one thing that made the whole groups jaws drop was the prominent dimples that appeared through eren’s smile as he looked down at you, his green eyes seeming brighter as he teased you and laughed.
“no fucking way.” annie whispered and nudged armin who only stared at the two with a smile on his face.
“shit man, turns out he does have something as cool as dimples on his face.” jean sighed and leaned into mikasa’s shoulder who only let out a chuckle at that.
truth is, mikasa knew eren had dimples. but, she only saw them when eren was around you or when he talked about you with a smile on his face.
-
a/n: heyyy, so i’m back with the aot oneshots too! im in a aot brainrot bc of the trailer and how sad i am that aot is going to be ending soon :( anyways, hope you enjoyed!
please message me if u have any concerns, suggestions, or a specific aot or mha work in mind that you would like me to write!
2K notes · View notes
crazychaoticizzy · 5 months
Text
Heart Stopping
Armin X Reader
You and Armin kiss in his car
WARNINGS: literally just fluff because I’m so emotionally damaged and need to heal, mini car make out
Word Count: 1.8k
Masterlists
AOT Masterlist
Tumblr media
The worn seats were clear evidence of how much Armin used his car, whether it be with his friends or just on a drive around town to clear his head.
You had been in his car many times, the first being during tenth grade when your parents were out of town for a week and you had no way to get home. You had driven with your parents that morning before they left, but had failed to organize plans for someone to take you back.
Armin had been there, outside the school when he approached you and asked if you needed a ride.
In retrospect, maybe accepting a random student’s offer of getting in their car wasn’t the brightest idea. But you had spoken to Armin a couple times before that and decided you liked him, and that he was someone you could trust.
So you gratefully accepted his offer. And since that day, you’ve rode with him in his car more times than you’ve even been in your own, traveling with him out of town to stargaze on his birthday.
But you could care less about the car or the view or the picturesque painting your surroundings made. You’d spent the last two and a half hours staring at Armin instead of looking out at the stars, watching his lips move when he talked and the way his eyes moved to look at you when he asked a question.
He softly smiled after you didn’t respond for a moment, and he assumed you didn’t hear him. To be fair, though, how could you when you were so enamored by the person you considered your best friend?
“Y/n,” he says again. He chuckled when you absentmindedly hum, his lips curving up into the smile you absolutely adored.
He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, waiting until you seem to finally process that he’s talking to you. You blink a few times, sitting straighter when you finally come out of your head.
“Sorry, what did you ask?”
“Just wondering if you’re cold. The temperature’s starting to drop and now it is”—he glances at his watch—“forty-eight degrees. I can close the windows and turn on the heater if you want.”
You shake your head, even though now that he had mentioned it you could feel the cold nip in the air. Even though you’re a bit chilly now you want to keep the windows open, because every now and then a gentle breeze would come through and blow strands of hair into Armin’s eyes, forcing him to brush them back.
He sees your hand moving in his peripheral vision and glances down, watching you fidget with the blue scrunchie wrapped around the gear shift. It was something he kept there for you, something you could use to tie your hair out of your face if you wanted. He noticed the goosebumps running along your arm, and moved his left hand so he could roll the windows up, using his other to turn the knob on the control center closer to red.
“I said I was fine,” you commented, moving to roll the window back down.
Armin clicked a button on his side, making it so whenever you pressed on the notch the window wouldn’t open.
“Your hair’s standing to the mountains, so I rolled up the windows.”
Your brows furrowed at his wording, trying to figure out what he meant.
“My . . . What?”
“Your arms. They’re bumpy ‘cause you’re cold, right?”
You blinked at him, still trying to figure out what he had said until you make an O shape with your mouth. “You mean goosebumps?”
Armin stared at you for a moment. You could see the gears in his head turning as he thought before he nodded and let out an amused breath. “Yeah. Sorry, that’s what I meant.”
“It’s okay.” Armin turned his head to look out the window, and you took it as an opportunity to lean over the center console and admire him.
It’s another moment before he turns back. You smile, staying in the same position. He had gotten used to this, because you were always shamelessly looking at him.
“Sorry if this is boring,” he said. He adjusted his seat so he could stretch his legs. “I really just wanted to spend time with you.”
“It’s not boring,” you say. “I like it. It’s nice up here.”
His lips curve up, and for some reason it makes you want to lean forward and kiss him.
You’d found yourself thinking of doing that a lot lately, but you never allowed the thought to become more than that. You never even allowed yourself to think about it too long, because you fears you would fall deeper into these feelings you found yourself having.
But, it was his birthday. And to your knowledge, he hadn’t done anything with anyone else. That had to count for something, right?
But on the other hand, you weren’t even sure if you were meant to be the only one here. He might have invited others, but they were all busy. How can you really be sure?
“What’re you thinking about?” he softly asks. You don’t know when, but he had reclined the seat back.
You shake your head, opening your mouth to say nothing, but Armin raises his eyebrows in suspicion. You can’t help but think that he looks so pretty laying back, not bothered by anything at the moment.
“Just wondering how to tell if someone likes you,” you say, and then you realize that in the entire time you’ve known Armin you’ve never had a crush on anyone except him. You hadn’t even told him in passing that you think someone is cute or attractive. It would have been fine if you just left it, but you felt the need to clarify why you were thinking about that. “I’m writing something. It’s like, a thing for my friend. Because Christmas is . . . soon.”
There was no way he bought your bullshit, that much was evident with the way he furrowed his brows and sat back up.
“You’re writing something for your friend for Christmas?” You nodded. “Which is a month away?”
“Gotta start early,” you said, pressing your lips together and nodding as if to reassure yourself.
Armin chuckles, leaning against the center console. “You’re writing something.” You nodded for clarification, except suddenly your grades in English and Writing all throughout school came back to you. Not to mention your constant complaining about hating to write. And Armin knew you were remembering that, because he tilted his head ever so slightly.
“So what is it really?”
You paused, chewing the inside of your cheek as you thought up another lie you might be able to tell. But your mind drew a blank, and you couldn’t think of anything except the incessant tell him going through your head.
“Just wondering how to tell if someone likes you,” you repeated, hoping that would be enough and he would stop asking.
“Why?”
“I’m just curious,” you said, playfully rolling your eyes. “I dunno, just something I’ve been thinking about lately.”
Armin hummed, leaning back in his seat. He but his cheek, thinking. “Well, if it were me, I would probably want to hang out with them all the time.”
You nod, staring off into space as your mind slowly processes his words and puts them into real world scenarios. He kept listing things, but you didn’t fully grasp everything he said, only grabbing at short snippets and attempting to fit them together.
“. . . I dunno, something like offer to take her home one day out of the blue when I notice she’d been standing there for almost an hour . . .”
Your head snaps in his direction, jaw slightly dropped. You watch the soft smile form on his face. God it really makes you want to grab him by the collar and kiss him. Just to show him that you aren’t fucking around about this.
It’s silent for a moment as you just stare at each other. You can hear the wind against the car and the faint chirping of crickets in the silence.
You close your mouth. You don’t miss the way Armin’s gaze moves to your neck as you swallow before his eyes meet yours again.
“Can I try something?” you ask. It comes out quieter than you expected.
Armin nods, sitting up and leaning against the center console. Your faces are closer together now—not anywhere close to kiss with one short movement, but close enough that you share the same breath.
“Anything.” Your gaze moved between his lips and his eyes before you finally move, gently grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him toward you.
His lips are soft against yours. Smooth with remnants of whatever cherry flavored chapstick you had put on him earlier. Now you’re wishing you hadn’t done that, because you want to taste him just the way he is.
Armin’s breath hitches. He doesn’t return the kiss for a split second before he closed his eyes and presses his lips against yours as well.
Something beeps. It’s a loud noise that startled you away from the kiss, following Armin’s gaze as he looks down at his watch.
Abnormal heart rate detected, the notification says. You grin as Armin’s cheeks turn red. He brings up a hand to run it down the bottom half of his face in embarrassment.
“Sorry,” he whispered. His eyes flicked back to you, watching for any sign that said you wanted to continue whatever had happened.
You shook your head, soft smile still present on your face. “No, it’s cute.”
You see his eyes crinkle before he pulls his hand away, revealing his shy smile. “So did you find out of that guy likes you back?”
You nod. “I think he does.”
Armin’s smile grows, his eyes lighting up as you lean in more. “Good.”
You press your lips against his again. This time, Armin isn’t as hesitant with his hands and rests his hand at the nape of your neck. You lean forward, slightly pushing him back into his seat.
His watch beeps with another health notification, and he stops kissing you again. He pressed his lips into a line as he begins undoing the strap, slipping the watch off his wrist and carefully tossing it into the back seat.
You softly chuckle as he pulls you back into another, helping you maneuver in the car so you end up in the same seat as him.
Nothing has ever felt as good as when he puts his hands on you, one holding you by the waist and the other just below your shoulder blade. You don’t think there will ever be anything like the moment Armin kept kissing you under the stars.
Tumblr media
TAGGING: if you’d like to be tagged whenever I write for Armin comment or DM to let me know!
575 notes · View notes
kingkonoha · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐘 — JEAN K.
Tumblr media
♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after attacking Liberio, you & your best friend, jean, talk about your feelings, along with the future you both want with one another.
♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: fem reader, canonverse, fluff, slight angst, drinking, friends to lovers, mentions of heartbreak & jealousy, reader had a past relationship with eren.
♡ — 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.5K
Tumblr media
“Let me have a sip.”
Jean Kirstein grunted as he sat down beside you on the cold cobblestone ground, right outside of a random merchant shop, your backs leaning against its wall.
Casually, you handed Jean your half-drunk bottle of alcohol — foul-tasting beer, but it was better than nothing.
He took a swig of it. The bitter drink warmed his body in an unsettling way.
“What’s wrong?” You asked your best friend, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“Nothing,” he mumbled. “Came out here to see what was wrong with you. You seemed pissed off earlier.”
“Yeah, well . . .” You paused, taking the beer bottle back from Jean and taking a gulp of it. “Captain Levi can be an asshole sometimes.”
“He’s not an asshole, he just doesn’t want you to have so much blood on your hands.” Jean rested his arm on his knee, his other leg stretched out.
“I did what needed to be done, Jean. Armin’s kill count is higher than all of us combined, so Levi’s an asshole for only chewing me out about mine.”
Jean was silent for a moment. Only the gentle swirls of the blowing wind could be heard, as otherwise, it was a decently quiet night.
During the attack on Liberio, Jean witnessed a massive explosion, a huge ball of red and orange flames erupting from the west side of the district.
That was when you appeared — flung yourself up onto the rooftop using ODM gear, your face as blank as a fresh canvas, skin covered with soot from the aftermath of your horrific war crimes.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jean shouted, grabbing ahold of your arm. “Are you trying to burn down the whole internment zone?”
You didn’t answer. You simply snatched your arm away from him.
Perhaps, it didn’t matter, as soon after, Armin created an explosion that made yours look like a little kid was simply playing with matches.
But Armin didn’t have to go back and forth with the captain right in the mess hall. Armin got to enjoy his dinner of plain potato soup with a side of stale bread peacefully.
And, to you, that simply wasn’t fair.
“Levi just cares about you, that’s all it is,” Jean said. But he didn’t want to talk about Levi. He wanted to talk about you.
“If you won’t talk to him, then will you at least talk to me?”
You raised your head off of Jean’s shoulder, looking him in the eye.
“What’s there to talk about?”
“Come on,” a small frown graced Jean’s face. “You’re not the kind of person to kill when you don’t have to. You wouldn’t put innocent civilians in harm’s way. So, why did you create that explosion? Your job was to help Sasha and Connie-”
“I’m not going to talk to you about this, Jean.”
“It’s ‘cause of Eren, right?” Jean tried his hardest to sound confident as he spoke, but his words were laced with venom and heartbreak.
When you failed to respond, Jean chuckled sadly. He took the bottle of beer and finished it off with one final sip.
After all, Jean knew you. You were both best friends for years, growing up in the same neighborhood before joining the cadet corps together.
You were there for him when he was the chubby-cheeked kid who got picked on for being a momma’s boy, and for running too slow during a game of tag.
You were there for him years later, when he almost died during a titan attack due to his malfunctioning ODM gear.
And he was there for you too. He saved you when a titan unexpectedly appeared in the middle of a mission, risking his life to slice its nape and keep you from getting devoured.
He knew everything about you — the way you always ate your bread first, then your soup. He knew how much you missed your family, and how happy you were when he invited you over for dinner with him and his mom. He knew your favorite color. Dreams and goals. How much you loved sleeping in. How much you cherished the picture he drew of you for your birthday. He loved how you’d tilt your head a bit whenever someone asked you a question, and how you sucked at chopping wood.
He knew everything, including how much you cared for Eren Yeager.
For years, he sat back and watched that suicidal maniac win your heart, and then snap it in half.
Eren picked the destruction of humanity over you.
And, no one had ever asked him, but Jean would have picked you over all of it — saving humanity, or destroying it — it didn’t matter.
He would have picked you.
“Did you think you could earn him back by destroying half of Liberio by yourself? Was that your little plan?” Jean said bitterly.
“No — shut up. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Then what was it? Did you do it because of his influence over you or what?”
“Just let it go, alright?” Pulling your knees to your chest, you said, “Eren isn’t Eren anymore, so there’s no need for you to be jealous.”
“I wasn’t jealous,” Jean lied. “I’m just wondering what‘s going on with you lately.”
“Same thing that’s been going on with everyone else.”
Jean sighed. He wasn’t getting anywhere with this, and he decided to let it go. After all, he couldn’t change a damn thing.
He couldn’t fix what happened in Liberio, nor could he fix the damage Eren did to your heart when he left you behind.
For a while, you both sat in silence. The only chatter that occurred came from fellow soldiers and civilians walking down the street with their families and friends.
Lights attached to nearby buildings and homes brightened up the street enough for you to see the little smiles on their faces, and truth be told, you were jealous.
The scouts that walked by where you and Jean were sitting had just finished fighting the same battle as you. The civilians were probably hungry, or mourning their lost loved ones and destroyed cities.
But they smiled anyway, even if it was a brief little grin, a withering moment of temporary happiness.
“Jean?” You called out softly.
“Hm?”
“Do you ever wish that you joined the military police? Even for a second?”
Jean didn’t answer immediately.
He looked down at his lap.
“Yeah, sometimes.” He softly sighed. “Now and then, when we’re going through all the shit that we go through, I think about what life might have been like if I didn’t become a scout. But at the same time, I think I’d be just as miserable, just in a different way. I do wish you had joined, though. Being a scout would have been a whole lot easier if I wasn’t always saving your ass.”
His last few words were playful, a small bit of humor that truthfully, you needed right now, and you gave a brief, airy chuckle.
“But seriously,” Jean spoke up again. “I wish you had joined the military police. No place on this damn island will ever be safe, but . . . it would have been better than actively being a part of the regiment that goes into war or titan territory.”
“And let me guess. If I had joined the military police, I never would have gotten involved with Eren, right?”
“You don’t get it.” Jean grabbed the empty beer bottle, checking to see if it was completely empty, as he desperately needed another drink right now. “I want you to be happy, you know that, right? Even if it isn’t with me. If Eren made you happy, then . . . I would’ve been okay with . . . shit, nevermind.”
“No, finish what you were saying.”
As he spoke, Jean realized that he was on the verge of confessing his feelings for you.
It was odd; you were well aware that Jean cared about you more than a friend should, and he knew that you could see right through him.
But, even so, it was an unspoken truth that was never addressed, even when your little romantic fiasco with Eren came to an abrupt end.
Maybe he should tell you what you already knew.
Maybe doing so would make it too real.
Maybe it would lead to you and him having a future together — assuming you both would survive your impending doom.
Maybe it would lead to nothing but heartbreak and more empty beer bottles.
He didn’t know. Couldn’t say for certain.
When he turned his head to face you, and you were looking into his eyes with a glistening gaze of curiosity, he just had to tell you.
If it backfired, he’d blame the alcohol.
“You know I love you. Of course, I would have been happy if I was the one you chose, and I won’t pretend seeing you obsess over that suicidal maniac didn’t hurt like hell, but like I said . . . I care about you being happy more than anything. Happy and alive. That’s why I wish you were somewhere safe.”
Jean thought about the horrific memories of going into some sort of battle with you by his side.
Whether you were both riding horses in the middle of an expedition or helping each other attach your thunder spears in preparation to attack Liberio, nothing broke his heart more than wondering if that moment would be the last time he’d ever see you alive.
In the distance, someone was carrying a bag filled with garbage from operating their little restaurant, and they tossed it in their trash can.
A happy couple a few feet away emerged from a small building, giggling and holding hands.
A group of young and drunk men burst into a sudden fit of laughter over a joke their friend had cracked.
All of that noise filled the silence that, once again, existed between you and Jean.
He wasn’t surprised, though.
He assumed that you didn’t love him.
He was okay with that — he had come to accept that little fact when he held you all night long as you cried your eyes out over Eren leaving you behind.
That was when he assumed you’d never love him that much.
Even so, the quietness was pure and utter torture.
He needed you to say something, anything, even if it was just a simple rejection.
“I do love you, Jean.”
Your words surprised him. That much was obvious when his eyebrows suddenly raised. Then, the corners of his lips were drawn downward, his shocked expression fading into nothing more than a disappointed frown.
“No, you don’t.”
“What?” You furrowed your brows, sitting up a little as you turned to face him. “How can you tell me how I feel-”
“Because I know you. You don’t love me, and I’m fine with that. You’ve never cared about me the way you care about Eren, and I-”
“That’s not true.”
Your words were stern and brutally honest.
Jean’s frown only deepened.
“I cared about Eren, that’s true, but I love you. There’s a difference. All I think about all day long is how screwed up it is. And knowing that you love me too, and I’m constantly breaking your heart . . . it’s all too much. Not to mention how shitty I felt, worrying about love and romance when the world always feels like it’s ending. But don’t get it mixed up. I don’t love Eren. I love you.”
“You’re lying.” Jean sounded hurt as he spoke. “There’s no way you love me. I would’ve known. I know everything about you. Besides, even if you did, why would you pick Eren over me if you didn’t love him?”
“You were always too busy glaring at Eren to notice that my eyes were actually on you,” you paused. “And being with someone I didn’t love was just easier, I guess. It’s hard to explain.”
“I think I know what you mean, though. Who the hell wants to love somebody in a world like this? What’s the point in being together if death is always right around the corner?” Jean grabbed your hand casually, as he had done several times before, and soothingly ran his thumb across your skin.
“Maybe things will be different someday,” you said. “Maybe the world won’t be so shitty, and you and me? We could settle down. Get married. Have kids. Watch them play around with their friends like you and I once did.”
Jean smiled softly.
It sounded so nice; it was his dream, after all.
All he wanted was to be your husband and the father to your children, one boy, and one girl, he often imagined.
He’d work hard to keep a nice roof over your head and hot meals on the table, and start and end each day with a hug and kiss from you, his lovely wife.
“Promise me, then,” Jean spoke softly. “If, somehow, we find peace one day, we’ll do it. We’ll get married and start a family. We’ll grow old together, and we won’t ever go hungry.”
“That sounds nice. No more fighting. No more hunger. And imagine if we live long enough to become grandparents too. Imagine if we were both happy, adorably chubby, and our hair completely gray.” Glancing down at Jean’s hand holding yours, you mumbled, “I promise.”
A tear rolled down Jean’s cheek.
He turned his head, his hand cupping the side of your face. Softly, he kissed your cheek.
“That’s it?” You grinned playfully — Jean’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of it, as he missed your smile more than anything. “We’re confessing our love and planning our future, and all I get is a kiss on the cheek?”
Nothing else needed to be said. If the future Mrs. Kirstein wanted to be kissed properly, Jean would be a fool to say no.
The soldier completely turned his body toward you, cupping your face with both hands this time, and he pressed his lips against yours.
It was a passionate kiss, too. God, his daydreams about kissing you were nothing compared to the real thing. Feeling your lips against his gave him something to fight for.
He kissed you deeply and yet, lovingly, until you both had to pull away to breathe.
But Jean didn’t stop there.
He kissed your left cheek, then your right, and showered your entire face with gentle kisses. His lips touched your jaw and neck as well, and finally, you were the one giggling and laughing, much like the happy civilians walking down the street earlier whom you envied.
“Stop it, we’re in public,” you gripped his shoulders, effortlessly and jokingly trying to push him away.
Giving one final kiss to the spot right below your ear, Jean pulled away with a playful grin.
“Sorry, it’s just nice to hear you laugh again, especially if I’m causing it,” Jean ran his thumb over your soft lips.
“Yeah, well, the fun’s over. We better head back inside.” You pushed yourself off of the ground, and Jean got up as well.
“Wait,” Jean grabbed your wrist as you started to walk away. “Just remember that we’ll both make it through this. We’re both gonna come out of this alive, and when we do, I’m gonna marry you.”
Looking back over your shoulder with a sad smile, you said, “Someday, right?”
Jean matched your grin with a heartbroken one of his own.
Someday.
Tumblr media
♡ — 𝐀/𝐍: thanks for reading! what do you think happens next? do they get married and have children after the rumbling, or does the reader die tragically? (:
277 notes · View notes
jaegerluvss · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
☆☆ 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬... ღ
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
imagine having a study session with 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧, books sprawled all across his desk as you two sit across from each other. his face is stuffed in a book, reading glasses sitting at the tip of his nose as he jots down notes onto his paper with one hand. to be honest, you didn’t even need him to tutor you. it was an excuse to spend a little more time with him after school. instead of working on your assignment, you were too busy admiring 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬 delicate features, from his bright blue eyes to the soft freckles scattered across his nose. he had bits of acne across his chin and forehead, but you just thought it made him look cuter.
"so pretty...” you whisper in awe as you stare at his brows that were furrowed in concentration. 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬 head lifts up from the book, eyes widening a little at your comment.
“huh?” he asks, cheeks turning a soft shade of crimson as he thinks he heard it wrong.
you look at him in bewilderment as you realize you said it out loud, feeling heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment.
“er—uh—“ you stutter, not knowing how to reply.
𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 brushes it off quickly though, tapping the textbook in front of you with his pencil.
“never mind…just get back to work.” he says, shoving his nose back into his book.
what you didn’t notice was how a small smile creeped up his face, feeling giddy that you sort of returned the feelings that he had for you.
maybe he did have a chance with you…and maybe, just maybe… he could show the jocks at school who always bullied him since freshman year that this “nerd” bagged the hottest chick at school ;)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 © 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐯𝐬. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 !
Tumblr media
405 notes · View notes
hornyanimegirl · 4 months
Text
Pairing: Levi x Reader
Series Masterlist
Warning: pregnancy, mentions of abortion
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“I’ll be okay.”
Tumblr media
It was suffocating. You were suffocating. The child in your stomach filled you with so much overwhelming joy. With so much anxiousness. You felt like you would throw up any second and it wasn’t because of morning sickness. The thought of taking care of a baby with the love of your life was exhilarating. Enough to bring a smile on your face.
But you were scared. Terrified that this baby would not bring happiness. Terrified that it would tear you away from Levi.
“Looks like you’re six weeks in ma’am. We can set up an appointment for next week to do your first ultrasound.”
You were sat up on the hospital bed. You hadn’t looked up at the doctor since your change in position. Your eyes were dull, and dark eye bags highlighted your lack of sleep.
This was supposed to be a joyous moment in your life. You were about to be a mom, well if you kept the baby that is. But all this brought was an excessive amount of emotions that gave you a headache. You loved Levi so much and you know he loved you just as much, you didn’t doubt it for a second. But there was one annoying part of you that thought that Levi would leave. That he wouldn’t want to be a father.
Of course that was entirely his choice. The question was would you keep the baby even without him there. Raise them as a single mother. You might, you’ve always wanted to be a mother. The love your parents showed you when you were young, how happy you all were as a family was an indicator enough that you wanted one for yourself, a family. This realization was like a slap in the face, a punch in the gut, but also a relief in itself.
You would do this, you would keep the baby whether Levi was there or not. No matter how much the thought of him not raising your baby together hurt you.
Imagining it now caused a hole to form in your stomach, no Levi. No father for your child. No family Halloween costumes, no family Christmas pajamas. You wouldn’t watch your child’s dance recitals or basketball games together. You wouldn’t talk to Levi about how fast time flies and how you can’t believe how much they’ve grown.
You needed to stop thinking like this, you haven’t told Levi you were pregnant. The future isn’t set and stone. But you knew whatever happened, you were going to be a mother to this baby.
Tumblr media
Next
Tumblr media
Taglist: open
@daoreogirl  @galactict3a   @thel0v3hashira143​  @angelsceeee   @donaldthrts @  may-machin @donaldthrts  @dunnowhy-m @thisslowcracker @cheoriemoawa 
Tumblr media
144 notes · View notes
heliiacus · 14 days
Text
to traverse this with you
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
tags: armin x reader, fluff, reconnecting, banter, sharing a jacket, cuddling, reader uses she/her pronouns
warnings: none!
words: 1.9k | masterlist
They used to love one another, long ago. Not loudly, nor ferociously, or even in a way that the other knew about, but they did. She knows that now. It could have stayed simple. They could have stayed apart. It has been years since she's been deployed to Marley, to live and work under a secret identity; and grieve as she may have for him, she could have lived with it. She really could have. They could have stayed star-crossed, torn away by war, but things just had to get difficult. Now, with tensions rising, she is forced to relocate – to trek through the lone mountains in the desolate Marleyan wilderness, in an attempt to clandestinely reach a port outside Liberio. And in another world it would have, perhaps, been a task of a casual undertaking. It could have been simple. Were it not for him, by her side: the man she has grieved for this entire time. Were it not for this one simple, stupid mistake.
Tumblr media
All day. All day, she sees the looks he gives her. Watching her carefully – almost militant – his eyes follow her, looking for something she thinks she has an idea of; for her to stumble, or to feel ill – to need a break, perhaps.
And yet, she can't quite read it. Not entirely. Something in that unfaltering, watchful eye eludes her, and though it does truly bother her, she pretends it does not.
She can't blame him. She knows she couldn't. She knows, by now, that she really did scare him, and it's not like she does not understand: he was afraid for her, and had she not been afraid for him, before? Or ever since? She still remembers it starkly, those long days on Paradis; the uneasy, ill-ridden palpitations she would get when tending to his training wounds. Not the cuts or scratches, but the larger, deeper ones. His would not heal as fast as they should have, she remembers that vividly: steam rising, and rising, and yet the wound would heal so slowly. Sometimes, not at all.
So she says nothing, in spite of it all. She lets him watch her, coddle her when he deems necessary. She takes breaks when he suggests them, three times more than necessary, and she dare not cough – moreso for his sanity, rather than hers.
And through it all, they talk. They talk, and they talk, heavy-footed through the hard ground, and all the while she does not stop to think why it is so different now: why now, of all times, two weeks after they have met again, it is as if she were seeing him for the first time. He is different, he was different, but now, unexpectedly, it is as if those differences have wound themselves in her, in some far-off, untouchable place.
Discarded were the pleasantries, the world events and major life changes; they talk about books, and the 104, and the horrible, sordid, and joyous things that have truly changed for them in all these years; and she is shocked speechless when she hears he does not like Razomov anymore, and he just laughs and laughs when he hears that her favourite poem has not changed, not one bit. "Stubborn," he tells her, over and over, and she just laughs with him, knowing it's true.
And the day drags, it stretches, it is grueling to the last drop, but suddenly, somehow, though nearly strangers they were, they are not anymore – it is as if a shift happened in her, strange and disorienting. But she smiles eagerly at him now, and she can see it clear as day that he does, too: blooming and exuberant, his timid frame slowly turning loud and animated.
"I think," Armin says eventually, wind falling quiet. "We should break for camp here. It's a good spot, and we need rest."
She stops, looking around. Here, ahead of them, the summit of a hill towers over them, with a thin sliver of a trail behind. A soft impasse, she thinks, with not an animal in sight – safe and sound, or so it looks like.
"Camp it is," she says, hauling her backpack to the ground.
Camp is set swiftly, as is dinner, and soon they sit by the smolders of a small fire, talking back and forth in hushed voices. The day had been warm, but now, with the thin light melting over the horizon, she feels a coldness bloom harshly in the air. It must be the altitude, then, she realises quickly; the cold grows unnaturally quickly here. Suddenly, the night before begins to make more sense.
She startles when she sees Armin stand over her, pulling his jacket over her shoulders. "Aren't you–" she begins, but cuts herself short when she sees his lips curl softly. "I guess not."
"Not," he confirms, sitting back down in front of her with a tired thump, and then he sighs, looking up at the sky. "This is by far the most precarious mission I've been sent to."
She hums in response, finding herself, momentarily, at a lack of words. She sips her tea, and does not speak until her eyes meet his again. "I imagine it's more difficult to travel when you're escorting a.. civilian."
"On enemy territory. On high alert. In foreign wilderness," he lists off, one hand delicately marking each peril on the other, and she smiles at the familiarity of the gesture; he's never stopped doing this, it seems. "Thank the walls we're not that far now."
"A week more, right? Give or take."
"Closer to eleven days, if your health will stay," he sighs. Then, eyes sharp, he looks back at her. "How are you feeling?"
She shrugs nonchalantly, then smiles at him. "Fine. I don't feel like I’m about to fall ill and die." She watches as he begins to smile back at her. "Unless you count being brought to death by being coddled too much."
Armin has the audacity to blush at that. Deeply, eyes cast down, but he laughs with her when she kicks his shin.
"I’m just worried, alright?" He chuckles, then, softer: "You really did scare me last night."
"I know," she says, air heavy in her chest. She nudges at his shin again, eager to have him look at her, and he nudges back. The gesture is simple, short, and yet she lingers on it, watching him. "I’m sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Granted, I don't think I approached it with the gravity that I should have.. or something."
"Stubborn," he says, smile crooked and warm and so close to something she once called home, and he rubs at the nape of his neck before telling her: "I’m sorry, also. I feel like, for these two weeks, I've been.. I don't know. Everything is just so different now – out of control different." Though slow, his smile falls, eyes eager as he looks at her; open to her. She can read him, if only just for this moment: contrite and discomforted; palms up and open for her, if she were to just reach for him. "I had to adjust. It wasn't easy."
"I know," she says, and his jacket feels heavy on her frame. "Me too. It wasn't easy." She thinks to reach for him; she does not dare. "Everything is different now."
He hums then, craning his head back, eyes on the halcyon sky. "Not everything," he says, and he smiles. It's so simple. Such an easy smile. She looks and looks, watching the man with this strange, earnest yearning in her heart, wood cracking softly in the fire, and it is as if they were seventeen again. As if he were, once again, reading to her by the campfire well into the night, wind grounded between the trees; or if they were burrowed, once more, into notes and inks by the weak lamplight.
"We should head to sleep," she tells him finally, winded and adrift within this vast feeling in her chest, and it is only when he stands, boot stomping at the smolders, that she is able to breathe.
Then it is moonlight that envelopes her, and as Armin heads to their tent, she sits there still, heart racing unevenly. It is so quiet here, so quiet it's almost overwhelming. She feels the cold walk on her skin, beneath the jacket and her clothes, and she knows Armin was right this morning. A feeling roils in her at the thought: discomfort, she thinks at first, but it is not that. It certainly is not that.
"Are you coming?" Comes a voice, and she turns to him, standing hunched at the foot of the tent.
"Yes," she says, standing quickly, and in few quick steps she's back inside with him.
They glance at one another carefully, readying for bed. She unrolls her bedding, settling it down with a meticulousness that is not akin to her; tucking and unfolding, straightening the blanket. And yet she can't help it. Armin's jacket now burns on her shoulders, and yet she dare not pry it off of her.
When she finally stops, she stares at it. She thinks she should ask him, or wait for him to say it, and yet somehow, somewhere in her stomach, the thought irks her, so she does not wait. She grabs the bedroll by the edge and drags it, pulling it close to Armin, and finds him, with surprise, doing the same.
"You should keep that on," Armin tells her, pointing to his jacket.
"Won't you get cold?" She asks, almost absently.
"Oh, no," he says, nodding, tone distant as he handles his blanket. "I mean, with the titan and all."
"Right," she agrees quietly, and as she watches him lie down, as she watches him rest his head, that roiling, disorienting feeling returns: vicious and grasping, holding her breath hostage. She feels it in her hands – an urge to take the jacket off, and a stronger, more omniscient urge; one to take the lapels in her hands, to fold them closer to her, to inhale his scent and keep it in her memory and to not let herself forget it ever again.
She lay by his side like this, hands almost shaking, chest trembling with a broken breath. And he watches her. Of course he does.
"If you're uncomfortable.." he begins, gently, of course, carefully. He lays a hand between them: a barrier, perhaps; maybe an offer.
She does not take it. "Oh, I’m alright," she says, willing herself, by the breadth of her last will, back into balance. "Just some things on my mind."
He seems to settle at that, the worry in his eyes softening. "Want to share?" He asks placidly, and it is only now that she realises how awfully close he is.
"Hell no," she replies with a swiftness, smiling readily as it gains a giggle out of him.
"Thought as much," he says, grinning widely at her. "At least you've smiled."
And she did. She continues to, watching the man next to her settle. She breathes in, and out, her lungs not stuttering once. "We should sleep," she tells him once more, beneath her breath.
"Let's," he agrees, and his hand stays still, and then he asks her, so quietly she barely hears it: "Do you want me to hold you?"
"Yes," she breathes. She doesn't think when she says it, she doesn't wound herself into the future or the past. She simply closes her eyes when she feels his arm curl around her frame, as she feels his warmth come closer to her, beckoning to her: not as desperately close as they were this morning, but tentatively, tenderly, almost. Her hand touches his chest, and for a moment she feels his own on top of it, clasped soft and delicate, before he lets it go.
And she is tired, she knows that now. Her eyes droop heavily, lulled with an ease by the warmth undulating from him to her. Head spinning with exhaustion, pulse beating in the hand that lay on Armin’s chest, she finds herself with no energy, no light within her to feel embarrassed about telling him: "I could get used to this."
Armin doesn't answer, not for a while. His hand – flat at her back – pushes itself into her, just a little; a peculiar sound leaves him – contentment, she thinks, but just barely. And in the silence, in the stillness that surrounds them outside of their bed, she feels herself begin to drift, melting seamlessly into his arms. Then, as she lay on the precipice of sleep, she thinks she hears him say, so quietly it feels almost private: "Then do."
Tumblr media
dividers by arlerts-angel
tag list: @arlerts-angel @nilaaaas @supersupper @levistealeaf @sukunascrustyfinger @bel-https @arminarlertssword @dilfkentolover @er3nscottonpicker @lemontrees-things @layla240 @funkkage @ryoiii @siy-draws @katestrophes
as always, thank you so much for your support 💗 reblogs are very welcome!!
95 notes · View notes
lymoncat · 3 months
Text
AOT HCS MODERN AU! What pet you guys own
Tumblr media
Eren-
he has a dog I’m not even gonna lie, he comes across as a dog person, he doesn’t care what breed but prefers big dogs specifically German shepherds he bought a dog when y’all moved in together and he’s actually really close with the dog, you named the dog bobo you chose the name cuz you thought it would be cute, the dog is very attached to eren
armin-
a cat, an orange tabby cat. Armin comes across as a more calm less crazy person meaning he would want a cat to chill and read with. He named the cat tangerine cuz it’s orange. You bought him the cat for Christmas one year since you didn’t know what to get him. It’s the wholesome moments, when you see him on the couch after work holding the cat, you fall in love all over again with your gentle small ray of sunshine
Jean-
you may think that he has a horse but your very wrong, he has an annoying green parrot that calls you mom, you can simply walk by the change and you’ll hear “food mom?” And you eventually get used to it and get another parrot for them to play together and stop bugging you
connie-
oh you poor unfortunate soul, him and that tortoise. Jk he has a dog still, you poor unfortunate soul, him and that dog do everything together, he has a border collie that joins you two in everything, taking a shower, the dog is at the door, using the bathroom?, the dog is staring into your soul, trying to leave? The dog is following you out the door. The dogs same is bacon cuz the dog loves bacon
Reiner-
Bull dog off the bat, he has a big dog strong like him, they wrestle on the living room floor all the time, go on walks, play fetch, chase little kids- wait- what?! Yeah, they think it’s funny to chase children in the park especially the snotty teenager brats over in the corner doing some not so innocent things, the dog is a female named Presley very energetic and playful but don’t expect any unwanted visitors there will be none, middle of the night a robber comes ain’t no way that person getting out alive, maybe in a body bag but not alive.
Bertholdt-
a tortoiseshell cat with gold eyes, you guys went to an animal rescue center for your anniversary and he fell in love with this cat, he was begging you until you said yes I mean how could you not?! He’s batting those pretty green eyes while on his knees with the cat “please can we get her? I’ll do anything my love” it was a yes in that very moment and next thing you knew you were on your way home with a cat named pineapple don’t bother asking how that name came across his mind but it’s always nice to see him in one of his weird sleeping positions with pineapple splayed across his chest on her back
Erwin-
a lazy pug named Mr. There’s no question just a fat lazy pug that sheds buckets of fur.
Levi-
you begged him to get an animal and he kept saying no until he came home to you having bought one without his permission, he glared and looked pissed until that fat fluffy black cat looked him in the eyes with her emerald ones. He caved in. The cat was named jasmine and he allowed you to keep it because cats are very hygienic and easy to take care of. He hates changing the litter box but will do it for Jasmine. And when he does actually sleep it’s curled up with you and jasmine and absolutely precious, jasmine sits on his lap when he’s doing work and he shares his food with her all of the time strangely enough she loves lettuce, you’ll be in the kitchen making salad and she’ll prance over and sit there meowing for lettuce
I hope you guys liked this, please comment your thoughts and send me requests and don’t be afraid to give me feedback ❤️✨
114 notes · View notes
anime-fan-05 · 6 months
Note
can you do a headcanon of the warriors (aot) reacting to you hugging them?
by warriors i mean:
reiner
bertholdt
porko
zeke
colt
falco (if you write for him)
Attack on Titan ~You hug them for the first time~
Anime/manga: Attack on Titan
Warnings: nothing
I thought that by "reacting to you hugging them" you meant: "reacting to you hugging them for the first time". Sorry if I was wrong.
Reiner B.
He didn't expect it, so he will stop himself for a second
After, he will return the hug
He will ask you why you hugged him
He will stay to hug you for as long as possible because he will want to imprint the feeling of you hugging him well in his memory
When you part from the hug, he will give you a kiss on the forehead
Tumblr media
Bertholdt H.
He will blush so much you will think he's about to faint
"W-what a-are you doing?"
He will remain still, literally: he will become a statue
But, when you try to move yourself away from him, he will hold you close to him
"P-please, stay close to me a little longer."
Tumblr media
Porco G.
Typically, he's the one who hugs you first and you surprised him
However, he will return the hug, placing one of his arms on your waist and the other under your legs, and he will pick you up
When you try to budge yourself, he will tell you to stay and hold you tighter
"I didn't say you could move yourself."
The hug will end with a kiss
Tumblr media
Zeke Y.
Since he isn't used to receiving physical affection, you will surprise him and he will stay still for a second
Afterwards, he will giggle and hug you back
"Oya oya? Do you miss me that much?"
One of his arms will go around your waist, the other will be behind your head to bring you even closer to him
He will try to stay in that position as much as possible
Tumblr media
Colt G.
Like Bertholdt, he will brush and he will stay motionless
"Colt, are you ok?" "Y-yes!"
When he resumes, he will want to hug you tightly
However, he won't know where to put his hands: he will be afraid of embarrassing you or making you feel uncomfortable
Eventually, he will place them on your upper back
Tumblr media
Falco G.
He didn't expect it, and, like his brother, he won't know where to put his hands
In the end, he will put his hands on your waist and hold you tight
"Honey, are you ok? Do you need something?" "No, darling. I just wanted to hug you a little." "Oh."
He will want to stay in that position for as long as possible
When you separate from the hug, he will give you a sweet kiss on the cheek
Tumblr media
💮 Rules 💮 Masterlist 💮
123 notes · View notes
arlerts-angel · 25 days
Note
Hi Mack ٩( ᐛ )و
I do my studies online and have been lacking motivation recently.
How would Armin help his partner when they're struggling to bring themselves to study? sfw or nsfw, whatever you feel like!
(Also because my writing blog is a side blog I can't use it to do requests 😔)
Hope you're doing well from Tae 🐸🤍
a/n: hi tae!! i hope you're doing well too! 🤍 armin is the best partner/study buddy ever!!
warnings: none | sfw | gn reader | physically ambiguous reader
Tumblr media
- finds your intelligence attractive
- he sets up a comfy place for you to do your studying! he makes sure you have all the support in the right places, like your back and neck. he would also put on some quiet classical or lo-fi music for you 🥰
- definitely rewards you with kisses when you get correct answers
- armin makes sure that you don't overload your brain, so after 30 minutes of studying he makes you take a break to relax!
"you've been going at this pretty hard! i'm really proud of you. let's take a snack break!"
- makes you a high protein snack 🤍
- will not let you study for longer than 6 hours. he typically cuts you off at 2 or 3 hours because any longer than that may not help!
"i think that's enough for the day, angel. you did great. let's do something else now, yeah?"
Tumblr media Tumblr media
taglist: @ambassadorarlert @la-undercover-latina @slutforthanatos @ringsofsaturnnnn @milky-aeons @heliiacus @so-you-like-kpop @layla240 @darkstarlight82 @lees-chaotic-brain
44 notes · View notes
ohimsummer · 1 year
Text
゜・.jean taking care of you on your period
— Shortened patience, loss of appetite, fidgeting. Jean notices all the tell-tale signs that it’s that time of the month for you, and he’s dead set on helping you feel better like the great boyfriend he is. You can hear him busy and running a bath while you lay sprawled out on the bed, face down and not bothering to move should it provoke harsher cramps in your abdomen. After a few minutes, Jean returns to retrieve you from the bedroom and basically carry you to the tub. He gently lowers you into the warm, soapy water; bubbles threaten to spill over the edge of the tub as you adjust and settle in, closing your eyes as you allow the warmth of the bath to melt away the aches plaguing your body. You don’t even notice when Jean leaves, only hearing his re-arrival as he positions a bath tray in front of you and then places a ceramic mug of honey-colored liquid on the wooden tray.
You blink slowly up at him, lips barely moving as you mumble, “What’s this?” Sleep is already teetering at the edge of your vision.
He runs his hand through your hair, and then moves his fingers to lightly massage the top of your scalp. “It’s chamomile tea, love.” His voice is low and heavy, rumbling deep inside your rib cage and pushing you towards an awaiting slumber. Your lover leans down to press a firm kiss on your hairline; his lips linger on your skin, taking in the familiar scent of you and the sweet smell of the bubble bath wafting around the room.
You and Jean stay like that for a while. The only sounds are the soft splish-splash of water whenever you move, or when he reaches down to knead away the persistent remnants of pain in your tummy. His other hand continues to massage your head, where it lolls against his side as Jean sits on the rim of the tub. You bask in his comfort and take sips from the hot tea, consciousness eventually fading as you doze off to sleep.
282 notes · View notes
pennylanewrites · 10 months
Text
[love in the dark] levi ackerman x f!reader
cw + what to expect: angsty levi thinking he’s not good enough for you, self deprecation, talks of a family and kids, nudity (not sexual), brief mentions of battle scars, swearing, jealousy, alcohol consumption, eventual comfort
Tumblr media
levi hated everything he loved about you. you were so loud and talkative and bubbly. always smiling, despite the chaos around you. always caring and laughing and mumbling made-up melodies.
he hated that other people loved those parts of you too. he hated the way erwin would light up when you entered the room, that he somehow found ways to spend more time than needed with you, that hange would tease him playfully about his crush on you, a simple cadet.
but what he hated the most was that he couldn’t speak. he couldn’t kick the living shit out of erwin and punch hange’s stupid face, scream how much he loves you.
because you were a cadet. levi was a captain. it was so inappropriate, him breaking every possible rule and code of honour to be with you.
today was a very bad day. many scouts had lost their lives in an expedition to capture two titans for research. the remaining ones needed an uplift, erwin thought. and now squad leaders, captains, scouts and the fucking commander were sitting in a circle drinking wine.
you couldn’t handle your alcohol. levi was the first person to introduce you to wine, and then whiskey. that was also the first time levi felt old. how young were you that you had never tasted alcohol before?
he smiled to himself at the memory, but the smile faltered when he looked up to see erwin helping you to a couch. you gracefully thanked your commander, slightly embarrassed at how dizzy you were. petra, your friend, looked between you and the commander, giving you a suggestive wiggle of the brows. that didn’t go unnoticed by your captain, whose hand slipped as he poured wine in petra’s glass, turning her white pants a pale hue of red.
something snapped inside of levi as he drank glass after glass of sweet red wine. erwin had so much to offer to you. money, a home, a family. you were listening intently as erwin explained the rules of a card game to you, peering over his shoulder as you sat on the couch and he on the floor.
don’t let your head fall on his shoulder. don’t let your-
a gasp came from levi’s left. of course it was fucking hange.
“i must be boring you.” erwin chuckled when he realised you were falling asleep. “i’ll take you to your dorm.” levi reached the couch with two big steps, protectively standing between you and erwin as you got up.
“i’ll take her.” he was throwing daggers at erwin with his gray eyes, and erwin was surprisingly returning the gaze.
“you don’t have to, captain. take your rest today.” erwin was not giving it up. he gave levi a pleading look, as if saying let me have this, friend.
you’re not my fucking friend, replied levi.
“she’s my soldier, erwin.” you pulled on levi’s jacket, after making sure no one saw. a silent please stop. “lead the way, cadet. you can walk, i assume.” he was cold. more than usual, barely letting you say your good nights to the room.
was he mad at you? you weren’t the one making advances, it was erwin. you didn’t know how to politely turn your commander down, nor did the alcohol running through your veins allow you to.
“your room is that way, is it not?” levi stopped sharply, making you hit his back.
“levi,” when had you ever slept in your room the last two years? “are you mad at me?”
he sighed and turned around, still alert for any guards, or even worse, erwin and hange showing up.
“you’re drunk.” was all he said before walking again, signaling for you to follow. he was silent the rest of the way, silent as he stepped out of his clothes, silent as he grabbed a towel.
“can we take a bath together?” you asked hopefully. deep down you had a feeling he would turn you down. levi was always sour after failed expeditions.
“i want to go to sleep tonight, you take too damn long in the bath.” he was right, but the way he said it made it sound like he was accusing you of being a serial killer.
“okay. you go then, i showered before.” you smiled softly and started taking your clothes off to lay on the clean linen sheets.
levi thought about tonight over and over as he sat in the hot water. he didn’t mean to snap at you, or be so mean. he was pushing you away and into erwin’s arms.
erwin could give you the world. levi could not.
and you deserved the damn world.
he couldn’t help but smile when he saw you taking up the entirety of the bed, stark naked, like you always did.
he loved everything about your body. every curve, every dip, every beauty mark. he loved the healed pink scars on your legs and back, he loved kissing them and caressing them every time you cried that they were ghastly.
he hated what he was about to do.
“don’t you dare.” your voice was quavering. you didn’t dare look away from the ceiling.
“dare what?” levi put his boxers on and tried pushing you to the wall so he could lie down. why are you crying?
“do what you’re about to do, levi.” you moved so he could sit next to you and you both rested your backs on the cold wall.
“if you know what i’m about to do, you also know why.”
“oh, eyebrows is flirting with my girlfriend. time to ruin a perfectly fine two-year relationship.” you were mocking him. he was almost mad at you, but you were trying so hard not to cry.
“that’s not it.” he muttered. god, he hated talking about these things. “i can’t…”
i can’t give you enough.
“can’t what, levi? can’t love me anymore?”
“i can’t be what you need.” he sighed and turned away. why the fuck were his eyes burning and watering now?
“what are you talking about?”
“do you want kids, y/n?”
you let out a surprised laugh.
“levi-”
“do you?”
“well, yeah. not for like, ten years, but sure.”
“there you have it.”
“what, are you impotent or something?” you tried making light of the situation, because truly, you had no idea how to approach this. so you resorted to humour, hoping levi would snap out of it too.
“no, i’m just not cut out for that family crap.” he was standing up and walking around the room now, and he was making you dizzy. “erwin is, though. erwin wants a family and three children, did you know?”
you did know. you still shook your head no.
“and he has money to raise them. hell, he has a house in the countryside, and servants.”
“well, good for him. i hope he finds a wife soon.”
“are you fucking stupid, y/n?” you hated when he talked like that. “you’re 22 years old, god damn it!”
“so?”
“other women your age are already married and have a second kid on the way. not wasting their days away fighting titans, risking their lives!”
“i didn’t join the scouts to find a husband, levi!” you were crying. god, he hated it so much. what was he even doing. levi regretted ever opening his mouth.
“don’t you understand, erwin is your way out! you’re wasting your time with me. your life.”
“levi…” now you finally understood. it wasn’t that he was jealous of erwin flirting with you. well, that too, but he was jealous of the life erwin was living. “levi, i love you.”
“y/n, i really don’t know what you’re doing with me.” he was sitting down on the edge of the bed, his back to you. you shifted on the bed, until your legs were around his and your cheek resting on his back.
“i know you don’t get it, but you’re giving me exactly what i need.”
“and what is that?”
your hand fell on top of his, and you intertwined your fingers before he could take it away.
“you give me life, levi. and that’s more than i could ask for. i know you’re scared that you’ll die, or i will, but that’s our purpose. i joined the scouts knowing the risks.”
“i just want you to live properly. peacefully.”
“so be my peace.” you whispered in his ear and got up, sitting down again on his lap. “and don’t ever think you’re not good enough for me.”
“i know i’m not, y/n.”
“i don’t care, then. i love you, i don’t want to lose this, ever. i don’t care that i’m too young, or at child-bearing age or whatever other stupid crap you’ll come up with.” he smiled softly at you, letting his forehead fall against yours.
“promise you won’t die, then?” you giggled and kissed the tip of his nose before replying.
“i promise.”
“i love you.”
“good. don’t ever do that shit again, levi.”
“don’t swear.” he muttered and guided you to lie down, still on top of him. you could feel your heartbeats turn to one as you lay in silence. “i’m sorry, y/n.”
“that’s okay. just know i wouldn’t trade you for anything. for anyone.”
“really?” his arms tightened around you. a form of saying, me neither. you’re my everything.
“yeah, i like my men to have thin eyebrows.”
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
celesteleoves · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
“JEALOUS, JEALOUS GIRL.”
heavily inspired by lana’s song jealous girl that i NEED on spotify.
eren jaeger x fem!reader
warnings: jealous reader, mentions of hurting someone (not literally!!?!?!!!), swearing (from reader lmfao, you’re angry)
summary: in which, you get very jealous over a girl being too friendly with your boyfriend.
-
“you’re so hilarious! how are you still single, eren!” you felt your eyes twitch at the female cashiers words.
“huh? i’m no-” eren tried to protest against her words but was cut off by her rambling about herself and him.
she was clawing at your boyfriend as he tried to order your food. you sat at a table near by, practically starting a fire from the anger and jealous that was emitting your body.
your boyfriend was not giving her the time of day and was actually being very blunt with her, making it obvious he was not interested and just wanted his food. still, apparently this oblivious cashier didn’t know what no meant and even followed him as he moved to stand at the other side of the counter waiting for your food to be finished.
never would you imagine you would want to smash a persons face into the ground to the point they had no jaw, besides this girl. did she not notice how standoffish your boyfriend was being?
it was no doubt eren is a very fine man but come on, he hadn’t given her a slightest bit of attention and everytime eren looks back at you, you’re either starting at your hands or glaring at the girl infront of him. he was practically pleading for help everytime she said something outlandish.
he desperately tried to tell her he had a girlfriend, even tried to show her photos of you multiple times and tell her you were sitting down at a table nearby! he could barely get his words out as she interrupted his words with a desperate attempt at making him fall for her, batting her extremely thick eyelash extensions that did NOT suit her face.
you almost pushed yourself out of your seat and went over to her to rip her eyelashes off but calmed yourself down and told yourself that she would back off once she saw you. you were painfully wrong as eren had gotten the food, apologizing profusely while you told him it was alright and it was the cashiers fault, not his.
you two had finished eating your food peacefully and went to leave the restaurant. as you and eren interlocked hands you felt yourself getting pulled back as eren was tugged by his hoodie sleeve quite aggressively.
“c-can i have your number?” the cashier from earlier had dared to walk up to eren even after seeing him with you?
“no fucking way.” you hissed quietly as she pouted up at erens tall figure. god she got on your nerves and you don’t even know her (besides that she’s a total brat and goes for men with girlfriends).
“n-” eren went to speak but this time you cut him off.
“he’s fucking taken, if you couldn’t tell.” you moved infront of eren, pushing her hand off of his sleeve with a scowl.
“are you that blind that you couldn’t see me holding his hand? maybe it’s those big ass eyelashes you have on your eyes, how can you even see?” she was absolutely baffled at your words and backed away quickly as her cheeks embarrassingly flushed while she looked irritated with your attitude that was very much needed in this situation.
she turned on her heal with a small whine and scattered back behind the cash register.
you grabbed eren by the arm and pulled him out of the restaurant quickly, beginning your walk to your car as you felt his stare on you.
you turned to look at him and saw a small, loving grin on his face.
“what?” you frowned as the self doubt thoughts finally hit your mind from the events that occurred only minutes ago.
“nothing, just love you s’much.” eren leaned down, grabbing your waist as he pulled you in for a kiss, mumbling about how much he loves you and loves only you. nothing could change his adoration for you.
in erens eyes, you were his hero and the spitting image of everything he’s ever wanted. he wouldn’t change the relationship he has with you for anything.
-
a/n: HEYY! im just posting this really awful draft i wrote for eren while i make little oneshots for a few other of my favourite characters!! this is quite bad so ignore the lack of effort i put into it please!!
591 notes · View notes
crazychaoticizzy · 2 months
Text
Butterflies Are Never a Good Sign
Armin x Reader
WARNINGS: fluff, not beta-read, i wrote this in less than ten minutes probably (it was a vision and i needed to share immediately), please enjoy anyway
Word Count: 386
Navigation
AOT Masterlist
Tumblr media
Armin traced the tattoo on your shoulder, his fingers lightly brushing the fragile wings of the butterfly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “One more question.”
He’d been asking you different questions for what seemed like hours, but you didn’t mind. You liked talking to him. You like hearing his voice and listening to his questions.
You turned your head slightly, letting him know you were listening.
“Why a butterfly? Don’t you say they’re bad luck?”
“What? I don’t say that.”
“Yes, you do.” He let out an amused breath. You felt the smile on his lips as he moved closer to you and pressed a kiss to the spot between your shoulder blades. “You say that butterflies are never a good sign. You say that when you feel them in your stomach you get sick, because you know you’re in deep and it’s only a matter of time before you become vulnerable with whoever gave them to you.”
He drew circles against your arm with his index finger. You were silent for a moment, thinking about your response.
“I suppose.” You did always say that. You never liked feeling flustered or hot, and you hated the way your stomach flipped when someone flirted with you. “However, butterflies also symbolize change.”
It was a last resort. You weren’t entirely sure why you got the tattoo other than the fact that it’s pretty, but you pulled something you read about the animal from the vault of your mind to give a smart sounding answer.
Armin smiles against your back again. “We both know you didn’t get the tattoo for the meaning.”
You rolled your eyes. He always saw right through you so easily. It was no wonder he held you in the palm of his hand, ready to do anything at the drop of a hat for him. “Fine. It was just pretty. I like it.”
“Do you still?”
You nod, your lips curving up as he pulls you closer. Your heart skips a beat. “Butterflies aren’t that bad, if you think about it.”
“Do I give you butterflies?”
“I dunno.”
You smile, and he kisses your back one more time. You and him both know he gives you butterflies, but what Armin doesn’t know is that you’ve never been more vulnerable with anyone than you are with him.
Tumblr media
this was something short and quick that was not beta read but i hope you enjoyed <3
TAGLIST: @arlerts-angel @ocean-armin if you’d like to be notified whenever I post for Armin please leave a comment or Dm!
93 notes · View notes
tadokorochann · 1 year
Text
thinking about going for a walk with Bertholdt, and him wanting to hold your hand but being too shy to do so, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest in a way that’s almost dizzying. luckily for him, you’re a little more courageous, and slowly link your pinky with his as you go along, raising a short gasp from his lips as color floods his cheeks. he’s like a schoolboy with a crush, and the contact, light as it is, is almost more than his poor heart can handle. but he’d rather die than shy away from you when you’re extending your affection to him. he loves you so much, after all. and you love him too- he can feel it, especially as you continue to move and eventually slide your hand fully into his, not caring that his palms are sweaty or that he’s quivering like a leaf barely clinging on to a branch in a hefty breeze. you’re patient with him, and he appreciates it more than you could ever know. when you’ve finally finished with your walk and returned home, he’s calmed down, his fingers lovingly entwined with yours. only letting go so you can pull him into your arms, his own coming to rest lovingly around your waist. his lips make their way to your forehead as you lean into his chest, a feeling of peace washing over him. realizing that as long as you’re with him, he can do anything. you make him feel safe- and he makes you feel safe, too.
116 notes · View notes