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[seeingivy]

the scouts

roommate eren x f!reader 

eren’s hometown friends have a lot to say. vis a vis you. 

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content warning: galliard slander, irritable bowel syndrome, mikasa don’t gaf, connie and sasha are thieves, lying??, carla yeager being a sunshine, eren being a cheeky little shit, laxatives 

an: alright. feast my children. pls keep ur little memes and drawings and funny comments coming bc I love them (and they incentivize me to write chapters faster so I can seem more of them LOL) - also @togemayo and @rebeccawinters your connie and reiner cameos have ARRIVED, love you da mostest 

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“There’s no way in fucking hell you called me about this. I am a grown man, with a child. I’m above stupid shit like this.” 

“Fuck you, Galliard. Pieck would help me with this, you know that.” 

“Then call her. I’m going to block you.” 

“You don’t think I tried that? I would never willingly talk to you, like ever. Please, Galliard, just tell me what to do.” 

“Twerp, you’re giving him a necklace, not proposing marriage. You’re not going to look desperate if you walk to a fucking soccer field and just to give it to him.” 

“Okay. Are you sure?” 

“I’m hanging up now.” 

“Like really. You’re not just saying that, are you?” 

“Don’t call me unless you’re dying. And even then, you better have tried every other person you know before you ever dial this number again.” 

Static. Fucking asshole hung up on you. 

Eren has a soccer game today. He’d let you know early on in the week that he wouldn’t be here to make breakfast for you on Friday because his family and a few of his hometown friends were coming to watch the game. Apparently, this game was a really big deal - some type of rivalry type thing with another university. 

You weren’t going. Obviously. You had stopped going the second Hitch took your jersey, because it was too embarrassing to think about going now. I mean what are you even supposed to wear now? And what’s the point of going if Eren’s with her and she’s going to be there? 

Yet here you are, waiting in the line outside of the stadium. Everyone around you is decked out - forest green shirts, face paint, streamers - and you can already tell that this game is way more intense than the ones you had been to. In the past, it would be you and maybe five other people in the stands, spread out doing homework. But this game looks like it’s going to be packed. 

All the more reason to do this. 

to jean-boy

you: hey. are you at the game today? 

jean-boy: yeah. on the field with min. they’re all warming up. 

you: i didn’t realize this game would be such a big deal lol. 

jean-boy: yeah. I think everyone’s kind of anxious. eren hasn’t made a single goal all morning and he’s getting more pissed each time he tries 

you: doesn’t help that he left his necklace at home 

jean-boy: the key necklace? did you bring it? 

you: yeah. that’s why im here. i remember he said something about like he always loses games or gets hurt or something when he doesn’t wear it. thought i’d bring it so i don’t have to help him to the toilet when he breaks his legs or smth. 

jean-boy: meet me in the back. ill let you in so you can give it to him. 

You awkwardly wait in the back of the stadium, teetering on your heels as you wait for Jean. You’re just giving him his necklace. It doesn’t mean anything. He won’t know that you like him because you’re just giving him his good luck charm. You’re being a good friend. Anyone in your position would do this. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi Jean.” 

“What are you wearing?” 

You look down, only now paying attention to the outfit that you were wearing. You didn’t think it was that bad - black jeans and a blue cardigan. 

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” 

“You wore the rival's colors.” 

“Okay? Arrest me, Jean.” 

“No, it’s like a thing. You can’t wear the rival's colors. Armin and Eren are going to make you change the second you get on the field.” 

“You guys are so superstitious. It’s just a shirt.” 

He shakes his head as you both walk through the door, pacing across the turf as he sets out to look for Eren. All the players are running on the field, kicking balls in between each other, hitting them into the nets. You spot Eren at the end, his head in his hands as he talks to Armin on the side. 

“Hey. Found him. You can go back, I’ll just give it to him and leave.” 

He nods, leaving your side as you make your way over there. You walk up just in time to catch the end of Armin and Eren’s conversation, your ears burning. You shouldn’t have come. 

“How do you know you love Annie? Because, sometimes I think I love her, Armin.” 

You can pretend like that one didn’t sting. You clear your throat, the two of them turning their backs to look at you. You watch Eren’s eyes nearly boggle out of their sockets as Armin drops the water bottle he was holding, at the sight of you standing there. Armin awkwardly walks away as Eren walks up, his eyes still flashing in shock. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“What happened to hello? How are you? My name is?” 

“How much did you hear?” 

“None of it. Did I miss something important?” 

You see his shoulders relax, pushing out a sigh of relief. First he calls you his best friend and then he can’t even tell you he thinks he might love Hitch?

“Yeah, you almost heard about my murder plot. It all started that fateful day, when I let you move into my apartment.” 

“That was months ago. Surely the opportunity must have presented itself. Knife to the back in the shower…smack me across the head with a frying pan…” 

“I’m playing the long game. You’ll never see it coming.” 

You both laugh, with you rolling your eyes as the silence settles around you too. You can see the stands filling up at your sides, the anticipation building in the stadium. 

“Um so-” 

“What are you wearing, Y/N?”

“We’re not doing this, Eren.” 

“You have to change. Like now.” 

“I’m not walking around in my tank top, Eren. It’s cold. And I’ll leave anyway, I just came to give you this.” 

You hold the key necklace up, dangling it between the two of your faces. You watch his eyes light up as he takes the necklace from your hands. He then cups your face in his hand and presses a kiss to your fucking forehead, before putting his arms around you and spinning you in the air.

“Oh my fucking god, thank you. You brilliant, brilliant girl. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ve been missing goals all morning.” 

Your brain is malfunctioning. You’ve literally picked up Eren from parties in the dead of the night and he’s barely even said thank you when you did that. This is all it takes? A fucking necklace and he gives you a forehead kiss? 

He sets you down, still flashing you a bigger than big smile as he latches the necklace on. 

“You’re not missing goals because you weren’t wearing the necklace.” 

“Yes. I was. We’re not having this argument right now, especially when you’re wearing that. I have something you can wear.” 

You hear Armin walk up, holding two jerseys in his hand. 

“Way ahead of you. She can wear mine or yours. Everyone else put their spares in their lockers already.” 

“Mine. Thanks Armin.” 

“Don’t tell me you believe in this too, Armin?” 

“Just put it on. If you don’t, Eren will blame you if the game goes wrong.” 

Armin walks away, leaving the two of you standing again. Eren’s holding the jersey out in front of you, waiting for you to put it on. 

“Full disclosure. I will blame it on you, if we lose kitty.” 

“It’s just a color.” 

“No. No, it’s the principle. Think about it. My girl can’t be wearing the rival colors on our sides of the stands. That’s just a bad omen..like we’re asking to lose the game or something.” 

My girl. 

“I’m leaving, Eren. I just came to give you the necklace.” 

He puts his hands on your waist, spinning you around to turn you towards the stadium, where everyone was sitting. He leaves one hand on there, his other sliding down to your wrist. 

“What are you doing?” 

He lifts your hand up, shaking it in front of the stadium. 

“This isn’t the time for a puppet show, Eren.” 

“Look at the second row, towards the middle.” 

You squint your eyes, scanning the entire row. And then you fucking see it. Eren’s parents and his brother. He’s making you wave at them. And they’re doing it back, nearly jumping to return the gesture.

“Eren.” 

He spins you back around and he fucking smirks at you. 

“You waved at them. Now, they’re going to expect you to go sit with them. For the entire game, mind you. Meaning you’re staying, so you should put it on.” 

Asshole. 

“Unless you want to leave my mom hanging?” 

“Give me the jersey, Eren.” 

He flashes you a winning smile, clearly delighted with his victory. You unbutton the ends of the cardigan, slipping it off and switching it with Eren’s jersey. He reaches forward, pulling out the ends of your hair that were tucked into the jersey as you smooth it against your clothes. 

“So.” 

“So.” 

“Win your game or whatever. Without the help of your stupid necklace.” 

“Planning on it, peaches. Necklace and all.” 

He pokes the side of your cheek and flashes you one last smile as he runs back onto the field, right in front of the goal. You watch as he centers the ball in front of him, kicking it into the net on the first try. He turns to the side, pointing at you after making the goal, as he mouths four words.

I told you so. 

- 

You tap Zeke on the shoulder, the three of them turning their heads towards you. 

“Hi. Mind if I sit with you guys?” 

The three of them jump up - Grisha shaking your hand very excitedly, Zeke crushing you in a hug, and Carla cupping your face in her hands, pressing a kiss on both of your cheeks. 

So this is where Eren gets it from. 

“We’re so excited you came, sweet girl. We were hoping you would find your way over here when we saw you on the field.” 

You nod, Carla squeezing your hands in hers (another thing Eren gets from her, you’re sure of it). You settle in the seat next to Zeke, brushing your sweaty palms against the ends of your pants. You can see the game is starting as they all take their places on the field, Eren giving the four of you one last wave. You look at the group of people seated directly to your right, the four of them waving back at him too. 

And then you remember. Eren’s hometown friends came down to watch his game. 

You take in the sight of the four of them. You can recognize the girl at the end, farthest from you. Mikasa - Eren’s childhood best friend, the two of them and Armin were inseparable. The two in the middle you recognize as well, from the polaroid that Eren had in his wallet. They’re both arguing with each other - with him pulling her hair and her elbowing him in the sides. The fourth boy is entirely unrecognizable to you - broad shoulders, short, messy blonde hair. 

You tap him on the shoulder. 

“Hi. You’re one of Eren’s hometown friends, right? My name is Y/N. I’m his roommate.” 

At the sound of this, the four of them turn their heads, turning to face you. 

“His roommate? Since when?” 

“Yeah. We’ve been living together since the start of the semester.” 

“Reiner, there’s no way in hell right? He kept going on and on about how he was going to finally have a bachelor pad this semester.” 

“There’s no fucking way. He literally hated having a roommate. Remember when he threw up on Samuel’s bed on purpose when he was drunk?” 

Mental note, Reiner’s the one with the blonde hair. The three of them turn their heads towards Mikasa, who's still watching the game. You’re not sure when she showed up, but Annie’s sitting at her side - the two of them linking their arms together as they sit. Right. She must already know Mikasa since her and Armin have been dating for a while. 

“Mikasa. Did you know about this?” 

“He may have mentioned it once or twice to me, Connie.” 

Buzzed hair is Connie. Connie and the girl in the middle open up the space between them, gesturing for the two of you to sit between them. You don’t miss the look they give each other as you sit down, the two of them smiling deviously. 

“I’m Sasha.” 

“And I’m Connie.” 

“It’s nice to meet you guys, really.” 

They both smile, linking their arms with yours as they start staring at you more intently. 

“Say. Do you mind answering a few questions for us?” 

“Sure.” 

“How did Eren become your roommate?” 

“I kind of had these sucky roommates last semester. They kind of didn’t mention that they didn’t want to room with me anymore so I kind of switched around at staying at my friends place while I tried to look for an apartment. I couldn’t find one after a week and I met Eren at Armin’s and he offered.” 

You watch the three of them, Reiner leaning over now, widening their eyes at you. 

“He offered? To house you, a woman, another person, in his apartment, willingly?” 

“I mean, I think so? I think he might have felt bad or something. I’m not really sure why he did it.” 

“I might have an idea.” 

At Reiner’s comment, the three of them start giggling, like they’re all in on some joke you’re not quite sure of. 

“Do you like Taylor Swift, Y/N?” 

“I do, Connie. Is it that obvious?” 

You feel Connie shaking your arm, nearly jumping out of his seat. 

“Me too. What’s your favorite album? Favorite song? Folklore or Evermore?” 

“Probably, Reputation. For the song, I think maybe Sweet Nothing? And definitely Evermore over here.” 

Reiner reaches over and smacks Connie on the back of the neck, mentioning he was getting off track. Off track of what? 

“Say. Have you ever…played Taylor Swift for Eren or something?” 

“Um, not exactly playing it for him but I kind of have a tendency to sing in the shower sometimes. But also, he did willingly watch the Reputation Stadium Tour without me prompting him to, so I think it’s growing on him.” 

At this, Connie and Sasha lean over, their faces a few feet from yours. 

“I fucking knew it. That playlist is about you.” 

“What playlist?” 

You watch Reiner pull out his phone, opening out his Spotify app. The three of them are still smirking - the same way Eren did when he trapped you into staying at the game. 

He hands you Eren’s Spotify profile, with exactly one playlist on it, called peaches. The picture is the one from when you and Eren went to see Kenny in the city, only your hands in view as you pet the cat the two of you saw on the street. 

You scroll through the playlist, with well over a hundred songs - most of them being Taylor Swift. They are organized by album, a few songs picked out from each one. Meaning, Eren went through each album and picked out the songs that he liked. Just because you said you liked Taylor Swift. I mean, it did have to be about you. It is called peaches. 

“So. Is it about you?” 

“Uh, yeah. I think so, Connie. Those are my hands. And he calls me peaches, because of my shampoo.” 

Mikasa leans over, interjecting in the conversation. 

“Did he make you switch it? The shampoo?” 

“Uh, no. I think he likes it?” 

“Hm.” 

Mikasa leans back, sharing a look with Sasha. 

“Is that a big deal or something, Connie?” 

“Kind of. Eren got really bad food poisoning from some peach flavored concoction Reiner made him once in high school. The smell makes him want to like vomit.” 

“It wasn’t a concoction, it was a protein shake. How was I supposed to know that dragon fruit was basically a laxative?” 

“We all told you. Like six times.” the three of them respond, rolling their eyes. 

Sasha and Connie unlink their arms from yours, turning their attention back to the game. The four of them interject once in a while, lost in their own conversations, but your head is still buzzing from the one that you had with them. 

Eren has a playlist. That he made for you. He spent hours probably - listening to each song, picking out the ones he liked. 

“Say. Did Eren ever mention us?” 

“Hm. Well, I knew about Mikasa - Armin and Eren have both mentioned her. And I’ve seen a picture of the two of you before, Eren has one in his wallet. But no Reiner, never mentioned you.” 

“We have his wallet.” 

Reiner taps Zeke on the shoulder and pockets the wallet from him. Sasha and Connie reach over, pulling out the dollar bills first - equally dividing the cash between the five of you and stuffing her share in her pocket - before returing it to Reiner, who pulls out both polaroids. 

This is when you realize your mistake. Because the polaroid of you kissing his cheek is still in his fucking wallet. You watch Reiner pull it out and hold it out in front of Connie and Sasha, the two of them shaking you in their arms as they all scream in your ears. 

“You guys are so cute! We fucking knew it. When did you start dating?” 

At the sound of that, you see Carla turn her head out of the corner of her eyes, slightly shuffling over to see what you two are talking about. And then your mistake gets even worse. Because then Carla runs over, kissing you twice on the cheeks again and literally bursting out of happiness at the news. 

“Oh, I’m so happy for you two. I knew something was going on. And I even told Eren, he better get a move on because a girl like you doesn’t stay single for long.” 

“You would be shocked, Mrs.Yeager.” 

She takes her hands into yours, squeezing twice again. Fucking Yeagers and their hand squeezing. It’s almost impossible not to like them. 

“Take care of our boy, okay?. He’s really sensitive and emotional, which I’m sure you know already but he means well. Really. And let him take care of you too. He’s told me that you’re a little bit more closed off at times, but he would never hurt you. He cares about you, so so much. It’s you two, on the same side, always.” 

And you can’t do it. You can’t tell her the truth because…she’s just so excited. So happy for the two of you. The way she’s holding your hands in hers, kissing your cheeks, doting over you. She’s so excited that it’s you. You don’t want to be the one to tell her that her son has no interest in you. 

So you don’t. 

“I will. Take care of him, I mean.” 

She smiles widely again, crushing you in your arms as he gives you another hug. 

Now you have to find Eren. And tell him that you just told your mom that the two of you are dating. 

-  

You find him at half-time, outside the locker room. He’s lying on the bench with two of his teammates, ice packs pressed to each of his foreheads. 

“Ren?” 

He immediately sits up at the sound of your voice, pulling the ice pack off his head as he stands up. He gestures towards the walkway, the two of you walking back down to the stadium. 

“Everything okay, kitty?” 

“Uh. I might have messed up.” 

He stops, turning to face you. 

“What did you do?” 

“Promise you won’t be mad, Ren?” 

“I could never be mad at you. You know that.” 

Right. Okay. Just tell him. That’s when you start rambling. 

“Well. I met your friends - they’re really nice. Connie and Sasha stole some of your money, though. And Reiner was basically telling me about how he gave you Irritable Bowel Syndrome with a peach smoothie he made you, which is weird because you call me peaches but they were insisting that you hate them. Right, so I told them that you keep a polaroid of them in your wallet - because it’s so cute and I would want to know if I was them -  and then they pulled your wallet out and the other polaroid was still in there. And then your mom saw and she was just being so…so sweet that I didn’t have the heart to tell her we weren’t really together.” 

He’s staring you down. Green eyes, forehead scrunched up, lips in a straight line. Stop paying attention to his fucking lips. 

“So. Let me get this straight. You told my mom that…we were dating?” 

“Yes.”

“That’s it?” 

“What? 

“I thought you killed someone or something. That’s not a big deal.” 

“How is that not a big deal? I just lied to your mother. And told her that we were dating.” 

“Yeah. I’d probably do the same thing if I was in your position. She probably gave you that whole lecture right, about how we need to take care of each other, how I’m all sensitive and emotional?” 

You’ve got to be kidding me. 

“Yeah. How’d you know? 

“She gave me the same one after she met you. Even I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t dating you. I just told her I liked you, that’s all.” 

“Oh. Okay. I was like freaking out about it.” 

He locks his fingers with yours, squeezing twice as the two of you continue to slowly walk. 

“It’s okay. I’ll deal with her. She just really likes you, that’s all. They all do.” 

“Okay. You sure it’s okay? You’re not secretly mad at me right?” 

He looks over, giving you a lopsided grin, the one that makes your heart skip a beat. 

“Really, kitty. I could never be mad at you. And I know you. There’s nothing nefarious going on up here.” 

He takes his fingers, tapping on your forehead. 

“How do you know? This could all be a part of my secret plot to be the new Mrs. Yeager.” 

“Bullshit.” 

You nudge into him, making him stumble to the side as you both make it to the front of the stadium. 

“And why’s that?” 

“Because. You wouldn’t need a secret plot if that’s what you wanted.” 

He taps the end of your nose before lifting the bar to run back on the field to finish the game, leaving you more confused than when you arrived here.

Stupid Galliard. He always gives terrible advice. 

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[nightfall-kachiniko]

༅ ｡ₓ AOT girls (+hange) reacts to you crying during an argument…

paring: mikasa x reader, annie x reader, pieck x reader, hange x reader, sasha x reader.

˗ˏˋ꒰ ☁️ ꒱

𓏲·˚ ͙ mikasa

- you felt your heart bang with every word that came out of your wife’s mouth. her voice riddled with irritation at your lack of understanding, as you continued to go back and fourth. “I don’t like the idea of you out there for that long!” You shouted, desperately trying to explain. “You’re being dramatic,” she said, “it’s apart of my job, y/n. Theres nothing I can do about it!” It felt like you two had been saying the same thing over and over again. “6 months? Halfway across the world?! And you’re okay with that?!” You shouted angrily. “I have orders, y/n. I don’t have a choice.” She said sternly. “And there is nothing I can do or you can do to change that!” her aggressive words hit you in the heart as you felt your eyes start to water. the air was finally quiet for a few moments as you processed everything. ‘she has to. It’s her job. i need to understand that…’ you thought. But you just couldn’t. you just couldn’t stand the thought of mikasa being gone that long. the silence finally broke in the air as your voice choked up “I just don’t want you to leave me..!” your voice broke, as the tears you’d been holding in did aswell. You choked out sobs, deep, heavy, sobs, as your voice shattered sentences of incoherent. Mikasa froze for a moment, before her gaze went soft as it lied on you. her warm embrace laced hands around your figure as it held you tightly, her eyes filling with sadness. “Oh..don’t cry love..” she whispered as your cries continued, her arms wrapping lovingly around you. “I know darling, I know this is hard.” Mikasa said, as her hand raised your face from your palms to look you in the eyes. her fingers caressed tears off your face as she helped you calm down. “I promise you, I’ll never leave you.. no matter what distance lays between us.”

𓏲·˚ ͙ annie

“You never listen to me! Ever! I mean fuck y/n why do I even bother at this point?!” Annie shouted angrily, her tone filled with more rage than usual. It started off as a dumb couples fight to now a full on argument spurring out angered insults with mindless thinking. “Oh really? You’re one to talk! That’s all you ever do is blame everything on me!” You spat back. Annie’s figure swiftly turned around to face you, “you’re the one that starts shit y/n, not me.” she sternly said. “I put up with your shit every day for the past 5 years. 5 YEARS Y/N! I’ve had to mother you! I’ve had to care for you! IM BASICALLY A GODDAMN BABYSITTER!” Her screams rang in your ears as you closed your eyes, her aggressively packing her bags.“Seriously?” You mutter out, “I’ve sacrificed friendships, I’ve sacrificed LIVES for you! I’ve sacrificed everything just to be with a warrior! I’ve done so much for you!” you screamed back. Annie looked at you, her eyes as stern as ever. “ All you’ve ever done for me is cause me problems,” her voice was serious, her voice was real. i think that’s the part that hurt the most, the fact that her voice said what her mind wanted to. and she was being honest. The anger you once had in your eyes faded to a soft gaze as you felt your heart shatter. Your eyes filled with tears as you stayed silent, trying not to cry. “That’s all you ever do.” Annie sternly said, failing to realize your soft whimpers would soon break into sobs. as you felt your world crashing down on you as tears streamed down your cheeks, your palms held your face in your hands as you cried. Annie turned back around from stuffing a shirt in her suitcase, her eyes landing on you. she stayed silent as you cried, not knowing what to do. But what she did know, that she really fucked up. Annie glanced at your figure, feeling that out of regret and guilt arise in her stomach. She softly came towards you, her arms carefully wrapping around your body as you dug your head into her shoulder, sobbing. “I’m sorry..” she whispered into your hair. “I’m sorry..” she said a bit louder. But you could tell from the tone in her voice, that she was being honest.

𓏲·˚ ͙ pieck

“Please y/n, I’m not in the mood.” Your girlfriend said, tiredness on her face. “But you said you’d stay tonight..” you disappointedly breathed out. “I barley see you enough as it is. You can’t just stay a few hours?” the woman turned around swiftly to look at you, “I don’t know how many times I have to repeat myself. I said no y/n, what part of that do you not understand?!” Her aggressive response caught you off guard, your air feeling more heavy around you. “..you don’t have to yell at me pieck..” you softly muttered out before she cut you off. “Well sometimes you just don’t fucking listen!” She shouted aggressively, taking out her anger on you. “Pieck stop! I don’t want to fight with you!” You called back, trying to calm her down. “Then stop being so needy all the time and let me rest!” She replied. Her words made you feel like a burden as you felt your chest get tighter, confused and saddened as to what you did wrong. “..fine…” you sighed out, turning away to walk upstairs. You heard pieck mutter a “finally” under her breath as your vision became blurred, tears swelling up in your eyes. You turned back around in the doorway to look at pieck. “..I’m sorry If i did something wrong..” your voice wobbled out, catching her attention. Pieck starred at you, tears flowing down your face as you slightly hummed soft cries. She was token aback by your state, clearly now realizing how she acted towards you. “Oh.. dove..” pieck softly said, “no..no no sweetie” the messy haired woman came over to you, her eyes fixated on your own watery orbs. Guilt plastered on her face as she hugged you tightly, making you take in a deep breath to stop your sobs from getting worse. “Honey, I’m so sorry dear.. I don’t know what gotten into me lately.. I’ve just been so stressed.. I shouldn’t of token it out on you love… I’m so sorry sweetheart please don’t cry..” she said, drying your tears with tissues. “I..know you’ve been… stressed.. and I’m sorry I just miss you…” you managed to get out in between breaths. “Im sorry darling..”

𓏲·˚ ͙ hange

The one night that you rarely have with you and hange alone, cancelled all because of some stupid paperwork they could get to in the morning? “Seriously Han?! Do you know how long we’ve been planning this?” You hear hange sigh from their desk as they touch the bridge of their nose. “I’ve told you y/n I have too many things to do! Why do I have to keep repeating myself like a skipping record?!” Hange scolded at you. Apparently this date meant more to you then it did to her. Way more. To the point they’d rather do paperwork than go on it. “You can do that shit in the morning! This is the one night we finally can go out and you’re telling me no?!” You angrily shouted at her. “Fuck hange! I’ve barley seen you in weeks! I wake up and your not there! I go to sleep and your not there! Why is everything about your fucking work?! Why is it never about me?!” You shouted at them, their face filling with more irritation than before. “I’m not saying it again.” They said, picking back up their pen and scribbling down on their paperwork. “Really? You’re really gonna do this to me?” You said, trying to not flip out on them. Hange didn’t reply, but just ignore you. “Gonna ignore me like you always do, huh?” You scoffed. A rage burning up inside you as you ranted. “You know why the hell are you even in a relationship if you’re commander?! You leave me out in the fucking dust! You act like I’m not even there! Is all I am just a fuck to you when you’re too stressed to function?! Huh?! Is that paperwork more important than me-“ “YES! FUCK ANYTHING TO SHUT YOU UP!” they yelled, cutting you off. You felt your heart sink as they screamed, going on about how you never listen, always complain, how they’re always too busy and stressed. Too focused on their rant to notice the tears falling down your eyes and your small shaky breaths. “AND I DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY TO DEAL WITH Y-“ they cutt themself as they saw your shattered figure, your eyes filled with tears as they kept streaming like a river down your face, dripping onto the floor. ‘At least now they were quiet, huh hange?’ they thought, realizing how badly they hurt you. You just started at the floor avoiding eye contact as they breathed out a sigh, fixing their glasses. “I..c-come here love.” They said, their hand gesturing for you to come closer as they walked towards you. Hange sighed as they felt you collapse into their arms, not knowing when the last time they held you like this was. She let you sob, rubbing circles onto your back as she occasionally pressed kisses into your hair, relaxing into you. “I know I haven’t been the best partner, y/n. I’m not a good partner at all. I’m sorry.”

𓏲·˚ ͙ sasha

“I am doneee!!! Donee!! No more arguing i cant hear you!!” Sasha plugged her ears as you continued to pour out everything that was in you. From the late nights out, to the not knowing where she was. It was too much. You’d never get a serious answer, all you’d get is your concerns blown off with a ‘ehh you’re dramatic babe’ it was like she took nothing seriously. Not your emotions. Not your concerns. Not even your relationship. “Sasha fucking stop!” You yelled. “I’m trying to talk to you about something that concerns me and all you do is plug your ears and ignore me!” You cry out. “Do you even care about us at all?!” You say, to be greeted with a nonchalant “oh wow and now you think I don’t care?” Sasha scoffed, hopping off the counter. “You’re frustrating me! Ive already told you I’m having fun I’m safe I’m fine I’m not cheating on you!” They blurted out. “Sash that is not even my concern! Maybe you’d know what it is if you’d actually listen!!” You yelled out. “Oh trust me, I listen.” She bit into her Apple. “I have to listen to your insecurities all the time. And I have to deal with ‘em. I’ve gotta put up with ‘em!” She remarked back, making you even more frustrated. “Then why don’t you do anything about it?! Why don’t you care?!” “Damn it y/n I do!” “Then shut up and listen!” She laughed at your remark, confusing you. “Gosh you really don’t quit do you?” Sasha chuckled, making your blood boil. You had enough, you were so filled with rage and hurt. You felt tears start spurring out your eyes as you yelled and cried and sobbed, catching Sasha off guard. “Y/n?” She looked around, lost. “Hey-uh..” Sasha just starred at you and your broken figure, sobbing and crying. “D-did I really make you that upset..?” She questioned, taking in the state you’re in. “Babe..” they came closer to you as you muttered a “go away..” in between sobs. “Hey no nooo babe.. ah gosh..” Sasha said, trying to comfort you. “Ah..please don’t cry pretty, I’m sorry darlin’..” she hugged you tightly, pressing your figure up agaisnt hers. “I’m gonna do better honey, I promise.”

a/n: I AM SO FUCKING TIRED

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[nightshade-rules]

thinking about pieck after a long mission

pieck can never stand up straight without wincing after a longer deployment, always hunched over and fighting the instinctive urge to be on all fours. she can do it, she’ll walk properly, biting her tongue bloody as she does, always standing up-right in front of the eldian soldiers, she’ll put on a brave face in front of the parades welcoming the titan shifters homes. but porco is always nearby to catch her if she stumbles. it’s when the group finally gets inside the eldian warriors’ compound that she allows herself to relax, accepting zeke and porco’s help gratefully.

and when she finally sees you, standing further down the hallway, just out of view of the rest of the public? she practically shoves the boys away from her, stumbling the few feet into your arms and practically collapsing, an odd mixture of a hug and being used as a crutch. she shoves her face into your neck with a tired sigh and you can feel her eyes lashes fluttering against your neck. when you laugh, she bites down on the skin on your neck, merciless. at your yelp, she has the audacity to laugh, demanding that you take her to the physical therapist. you always do as she commands, pressing a long kiss to her hair, shifting so you take more of her weight and leading her through the winding halls of the compound, listening intently as she murmurs about her time away.

despite having a titan known for stamina, it’s her literal super power, pieck always manages to push it too far. it leaves you worried at the dark bruises under her eyes and lethargic movements. when she finally goes to sleep after a long deployment, truly sleep and not the quick naps during deployment that last less than a couple hours, she’s asleep for at least a full day. and you are, according to her, required to stay with her. she’ll latch onto you, grumbling and pulling you tighter to her when you try to escape. the only reason you get to leave is to get her food when she demands it, feeding the sleepy warrior fruits and sweets even though she can barely keep her eyes open. you press kisses to her lips between bites, heart swelling with the little giggles she gives.

when she is in her titan form, she gets hungrier much slower than normal. the titan isn’t her body, she hardly moves at all, never expanding much energy beyond mental. she doesn’t eat much on missions, it’s not necessary for her, she’s rather save it for her soldiers. but by the time she gets back, she misses eating food. so you gather all of her favorite foods, as much decaf coffee you can manage to get a hold of and prepare a feast for her. and the way her face lights up when she sees all of the baked goods and fruits spread across your dining table when you two finally make it to your guys’ quarters is always worth how much lighter your wallet feels. you both sit down to eat the muffins, the scones, the strawberries and apples, you warm up and assemble crepes for her. you love to watch her eat her food, smiling at the little grins she has when she eat something she likes, the hums of pure happiness. porco has told you more than once how much of a dope you look when you watch your girlfriend. when she eats her full, you usher her to the shower, packing up the leftovers for the morning, or whenever she demands more. you’re only given a few minutes before she’s yelling, calling you into the shower with her with a pout in her voice. and who are you to deny an eldian warrior?

pieck is a monster when she gets back from missions. once she’s finally cleared from her physical therapist, comfortably full and finally clean from an actual shower after months of rag washes, she’s all over you. she’s relentless, pressing heated kisses to your damp skin as you try to dry off from the shower, she could care less about the water still dripping down her pale skin, rivulets rolling down between her breasts. you try not to drool as you trace the water’s path. she pushes you out of the bathroom and onto the disheveled bed in your distraction, taking the towel from your hands and throwing it somewhere. she’s beautiful in the bedroom light, dark hair flowing loosely down her back, her skin unmarked and perfect and eyes black as night. she crawls over you with a smirk, dragging her tongue up your stomach, between your breasts eyes lidded as she stares up at you. she mouths at your neck, leaving marks to match the bite she’d given you earlier before she makes it to your ear, “show me just how much you missed me, darling,” before she’s capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

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[honeybleed]

vacation ⋆ onyankopon

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, black coded reader, canon verse but divergence, fluff but angsty in the back

author’s note: this is kinda inspired by two things. the episode where the survey corps went to marley and the first episode where there was a festival reiner pieck and porco went to with the kids ehehe

word count: 1.1k

You held onto your hat as there was a mighty gust of wind as you gripped onto the railings.

Despite how exhausted you were, you made a promise to yourself you were going to enjoy this day off. Especially with how scarce they were.

You watched the ships approach the harbour and sighed. You were going to make the most of this day. You never got a chance to soak in the atmosphere.

You jerked in surprise and let out a yelp when you felt two large hands grasp at your sides. It wasn't a mystery who it was, and you turned to face him with a warm smile.

"Onyankopon!" You chastised as he pulled you close against him.

"What, baby?" He snorted, at your whining.

"You gave me a scare!" You responded, gently thumping his shoulder.

"Ah, but I just couldn't exactly help myself." He chuckled, as he held the side of your face and gently dragged the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip. "Your reactions are very theatrical.."

You shook your head and sighed as you nestled closer to him, taking in his aromatic scent and body warmth. You blinked a few times when you still were in his embrace.

It was an alien feeling. When your mind went back to why you could never see him.

You both were from countries that Marley had taken over. He was conscripted into the Marleyan military because they recognised his skills for navigating and piloting.

Whilst he and others from your home country were thrust onto the battlefield, your skills as a medic were considered beneficial.

It was against your will, to treat and care for the same military that ransacked your home country and took you away but you couldn't be so bitter when most of the casualties were children and young people intensely brainwashed.

When Onyankopon was on the front lines and sent to the medical bay you remember many things about your first meeting. He was probably one of the few soldiers who gave you a warm and friendly smile, despite his injury.

He remembered your name, and you felt butterflies in your stomach when he spoke it in his honeyed voice. People of your complexion were a rarity and here he was. He made you feel safe.

You looked up to meet his gaze. You'd been together for a while now so you could tell when a smile was a little forced.

"You look tired, what's up..?" You questioned as you looked up at him through your lashes.

"Just more late nights. But baby, today is our day. I promise I'm alright." He said, in a reassuring tone as he pulled away to take your hand in his and head away from the port.

Your eyebrows pinched together, but if he didn't want to talk about it there was no use in bothering him.

After walking through the stands, through the afternoon the sun began to set and the sky was lit up with fireworks and sparklers.

All sorts of noise overlapped. From vendors calling out prices and negotiations, children's laughter, and the sizzling of the skewered meat on grills.

The festival was jam-packed, as it was one of the most anticipated events in the town that was always overclouded with gloom.

“Think you can tell me what’s wrong now..?” You questioned.

"What kind of man am I if I bother you with all that, hm?"

"Onyankopon." You said firmly, causing him to turn his head to face you.

"It doesn't make you any less of a man to just talk to me. As long as we are together, I'm here for you and you're here for me." Your voice cracked a little as you felt a lump form in your throat. "You're all I have."

He looked at you with those dark orbs of his then let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm just exhausted." He settled on. "Zeke and Yelena are just..."

"Extra?" You quipped.

"Let's go with that." He said with a wry laugh, as he put a hand on his forehead. "Changing plans every few hours. Nobody has a say so."

You nodded and squeezed his hand, then pressed a kiss on the side of his mouth.

"What was that for..?" He asked, and you grinned as you felt heat emanate from his cheek.

"For trusting me. I know things are classified over there but...I don't want them to weigh down on you so much, Ony. Really."

"You're sweet, honey. I just...despite the circumstances we're in I want to protect you. I know you're a resilient woman. I don't want to coddle you but...it's a reflex I guess." He said with a wry laugh as he pulled you in close, and rubbed your forearm.

"I know you do." You said as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Are you leaving tomorrow?” You asked as you sat on the bed as he stood in front of the mirror undressing. He shot you a look with a sad smile.

“First thing tomorrow morning.” He sighed, causing you to jut out your bottom lip.

“Don’t give me that look, honey..” He tittered as he sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless as he squeezed your bare thigh. “Makes me feel terrible.”

“Maybe that’s the point.” You joked as you crawled forward on the bed to drape your arms around his neck, your chest against his back.

“You know if it wasn’t like this...I’d be with you all the time.” He murmured as he planted a kiss on your hand.

“I know.” You said. “Well, I guess we gotta make the most of tonight then.”

Wordlessly, he pushed you gently into the pillows and gave you a warm smile as he cupped the side of your face. You beamed back at him, putting your hand over his and stroking it gently.

His hands are rough, as much as he does his best to moisturise them. They’re hardened from war, yet despite it all you’re sure Onyankopon’s hands are the softest place.

His embrace is always gentle as if he’s handling fine china. He leant in to press a chaste kiss on your lips and you smile against his lips, as you feel his lashes tickle your own. As he pulls away, you do your best to just take him in.

Gazing at his handsome features, you sigh. Every time you were at your lowest or panicked in the medical bay you like to think of his smile.

You feel his hands skim across your bare sides and it makes you shudder and jolt. He gives you a bemused reaction, he loves how he can make you fall apart under his touch.

Your eyes are fixated on his plump and soft lips as he showers you with compliments. You’re his angel, his everything. You make him have hope in such a bleak world that you live in.

You settle a hand on the back of his head and give him another smile. Whenever you’re with him, the muscles in your face ache because you simply for the life of you cannot stop smiling.

“You only you.”

author’s note: if you got this far thanks for reading 🫶🏽 pls reblog n leave feedback if u enjoyed dis ❤️ also dis is dedicated to @lemmetreatya bc she ceo of onyankopon and her fics are the best 💓 i wanted to try make a fic w his canon personality traits saur i hope it did him justice he’s an amazing character

#aot x reader #onyankopon snk #onyankopon fluff #onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon #snk onyankopon #aot fluff #aot x black y/n #aot x black reader #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

the attack on titan characters and vaping

modern au

a/n: most of this is according to my fanfic :)

eren jaeger is sooo clutching a cool mint disposable vape. it’s always in his pocket. he’s the accusatory type when he loses it, always claiming someone has it but in reality he’s just sitting on it. swears he’s not addicted but runs to get another one when it dies.

armin arlert is too cool to vape or smoke cigarettes. he does use a dab pen because of the convenience and how it doesn’t leave a smell. he occasionally lectures eren on his use but knows it’s a useless battle.

mikasa ackerman goes through different phases. she’ll vape for a long time, and then quit, and then start again. her flavor of choice is anything cherry flavored. she knows it’s bad for her so she tries to stop but since eren does it, she always falls back into the habit.

connie springer wishes he could vape. he just can’t get into it. it’s too harsh for his throat and it leaves him a coughing mess. if anything, he’ll have a shitty box mod with very low levels of nicotine. he just likes to call himself a vape god when he does very mediocre tricks.

jean kirstein thinks vaping is incredibly stupid. he tried it once and was immediately put off by it. he smokes cigarettes like a ‘real man.’ i wouldn’t call him a smoker smoker, but maybe he smokes one or two a day. he plans to quit.

sasha braus neither vapes nor smokes habitually. she tried to hit eren’s vape once and it burned her throat so bad her eyes watered and she couldn’t stop coughing. however, when she gets really, really drunk, she’ll be found having a drunk cigarette.

marco bodt has never touched a vape or a cigarette. he sees how easily his friends became addicted and honestly, he doesn’t want that for himself. he hates when jean smokes.

reiner braun doesn’t vape. he doesn’t smoke, either. he’s a big gym bro and takes his health pretty seriously. his body is a temple and he treats it as such. he also makes a big deal when someone smokes near him.

bertholdt hoover hits the occasional vape if he’s with his friends but he’s never bought one for himself. he’s not addicted either so he only hits it if he’s offered. he enjoys the head buzz but knows starting a serious habit wouldn’t be good for him.

annie leonhardt smoked cigarettes first and then tried to get into vaping. she decided it wasn’t for her and switched back to cigarettes. she thinks if you’re going to vape, you might as well just smoke. it’s more romantic, she thinks. she’s tried to calm it down since dating armin, though.

hange zoe insists that she vapes but she never has one of her own. she also coughs up a storm when she hits anyone else’s.

levi ackerman wouldn’t be caught dead vaping. he thinks it’s stupid and it’s for kids who are too much of a coward to smoke a real cigarette. he doesn’t smoke cigarettes either but he’s tried them before in the past. he might have one if he’s really, really stressed but he tries not to indulge.

erwin smith doesn’t like smoking. he doesn’t like when it’s done around him, either. he’s kind of uptight about it and no one’s really sure why.

zeke jaeger vapes. he totally would be the type to have a necklace to attach to it so he’d never lose it. he spends an unreasonable amount of time in the vape shop looking at all the flavors. i feel like he’d also have a fancy vape, like something with a weird fancy mouth piece.

ymir’s been sneaking cigs for years. obviously,she’s old enough now and the habit of smoking has stuck. she has a pack on her all the time. she’ll vape here and there if it’s presented but she’s a classic girl and prefers her cigarettes.

historia reiss doesn’t vape. she says she doesn’t smoke either but she partakes in it from time to time. usually when she starts ranting on about something, ymir will hand her a cigarette and hit it without really realizing it. it makes ymir laugh everytime.

porco galliard is a vaper. he loves his lil vape. he ‘accidentally’ got addicted after pieck made him try it. he also swears he doesn’t have a problem but he does!!

pieck finger has a fruity little girl vape. it’s definitely pink lemonade flavored. i feel like she’s always got in her hand and she’s also always offering it to people. she’s like a god damn chimney when she drinks, always puffing it.

my jean fanfic

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[oxygenbefore1775]

how they wrap gifts

➼ featuring: annie, armin, eren, jean, hange, levi, mikasa, pieck, porco, reiner zeke

⋆꙳•❅‧ ‧❆ ₊⋆ ⋆₊ ❆‧ ‧❅•꙳⋆

annie

since she very carefully unwraps her own presents, she ends up reusing the paper for the following year - oftentimes the same paper would go as a wrapping for the same person she'd received the gift (and thus the paper) the previous year from

measures out a piece of paper by eye and never gets the size wrong

a pull-string bow nestled in a corner is peak level of gift decoration for Annie but she'd always make sure to attach name tags

armin

chooses wrapping paper and ribbon based not on the festive season but on the vibes of a person the gift is intended for - so everyone gets their gift theme-coordinated

adjusts his wrapping technique to suit the shape of the present perfectly, wraps and unwraps the gift multiple times for necessary corrections

adds a personal hand-written card within each present alongside the recipient's favourite treats

eren

uses too much tape and spends too much time hunched over each present, making sure every edge is crisp and neat

opts for solid color wrapping paper as he prefers to write the recipient's name directly on the paper

no non-sense embellishments - if he ever uses one, it would be a ribbon tightly wrapped around the present to ensure its security, topped off with a plain looking bow

jean

too cool for conventional design wrapping paper so he uses kraft paper and customizes it with doodles putting undoubtedly and most certainly zero effort in the creation process

can't stand the look of tape on the kraft paper which results in him hot-glue-gunning his way through each present for speed

ties a length of twine around the present and glues on a totally not thoroughly planned out potpourri arrangement for a finishing touch

hange

uses metallic and holographic wrapping paper paired with ribbon of the same bright neon color

the wrapping is meant to be destroyed in their mind that's why they pack the presents like party crackers and fill it with confetti and glitter

always adds a bag of goodies to the main gift

levi

uses double-sided tape since it's more neat than regular tape or glue

color-codes gifts with different kinds of wrapping paper so that he remembers which present is for whom - one could say that he chooses the recipient's favorite design but he'd never admit to it

has adopted one wrapping style for himself and never strays away from it, honing it to perfection in speed and precision

mikasa

opts for furoshiki instead of paper since it's more practical and would skip over the messy wrapping process - fabric with subtle flower patterns is her favorite

embroiders the recipient's initials on each piece of cloth to add a personal touch and ensure that she wouldn't mix up the presents

makes the bow so tight for security that only she is able to untie it afterwards and tucks dried flowers under the knots for the look and slight fragrance

pieck

never really bothers with the choice of wrapping paper - if there isn't some lying around the house, she'd simply make due with whatever newspaper she has

glitter and pull-string bows draw the attention from all the wrapping mistakes that's why Pieck rarely starts over and keeps going no matter what

might go an extra mile of wrapping gifts several times just to fuck with people

porco

implements more complicated styles of wrapping including origami patterns and such

prefers scented wrapping paper basing his paper choices primarily on fragrance rather than appearance - also makes sure that everyone knows that he uses scented paper and thus is fancier than them

makes it his mission to use as little tape as possible

reiner

since most of the stationery in the house was bought for Gabi, Reiner often finds himself using her supplies, with glitter glue being the most frequent choice

his presents are usually the biggest since he oftentimes gets carried away and buys a bunch of mini-gifts alongside the main one

the little bows he crafts at the end of the ribbons or to attach a name tag are consistently the cutest - the same goes for the thematic stickers strategically placed throughout the present

zeke

it would be a stroke of luck to see Zeke's gifts wrapped in any sort of wrapping paper, or just paper for that matter - he doubts that it would be worth his time and effort wrapping each present up just for the paper to get eventually destroyed

that's why gift bags are his besties - not only do they save him the effort of wrapping but they can also be repurposed for future use

the same goes for the name tags - he's customized wooden blanks with the names of a set group of people and reuses them from year to year

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[postwarlevi]

AOT characters and what you'd do for Valentines Day

Erwin - Fancy night out. You're both dressing up for dinner reservations Erwin made months ago. He loves showing you off.

Levi - Private night in. Levi loves having you to himself. Dinner at home, movie at home, both of you together. Perfect.

Miche - Volunteering. Big guy has a heart of gold. You spend the day reading to kids at the library and adopting walking shelter dogs.

Hange - Sky diving. You're both up for adventure! The excitement and adrenaline hits hard and somehow it's very bonding.

Eren - Movies. This could be movies at home or movies at a theater. Either way there are snacks and probably a little kissing.

Armin - Aquarium. Viewing sea life up close. You do the animal encounters like feeding stingrays and meeting the sea otters!

Mikasa - Play/musical. A little dress up and holding hands in the dark, sharing laughs and smiles while watching a show.

Jean - Stargazing. A blanket and drinks are packed. He points out specific romantic constellations and you see a shooting star.

Connie - Escape Room. Romantic? Sure. Fun? YES. You team up with other couples and made it out in time, all going out for drinks after.

Sasha - Breakfast in bed. Today she is spoiling you, and a large breakfast is first up. It's cleaned up for a nap, then lunch is next!

Historia - Dance class. From learning proper hold for a waltz to the energetic cha cha to doing spins for swing, you have a great time.

Ymir - Rock climbing. She'll cheer you on as you go first. Chances are you share a moment at the top, or when you come back down.

Annie - Dinning cruise. A quiet-ish romantic evening on the water. Dinner, nice scenery, and some entertainment, if you want to dance.

Reiner - Painting class. You get to paint something for each other. It's guided so will come out just fine even if you don't think you're artistic.

Pieck - Botanical Gardens. A nice afternoon of walking through pathways of flowers, trees and ponds. Butterfly garden is a bonus.

Porco - Beach sunset. A large blanket and a cooler for drinks and snacks. Wear your bathing suit, cause you're going for a swim too.

Niccolo - Outdoor picnic. A shady spot under a tree with the radio playing love songs and dishes you and Niccolo made yourselves.

Colt - Carnival. Rides, games and food. You hold hands on the ferris wheel, he wins you a stuffed animal and you get churros and donuts.

Just for fun some more accurate sounding than others please just enjoy haha

#attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan #levi ackerman #hange #erwin smith #miche zacharias #eren jaeger #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #jean kirstein #connie springer #sasha braus #historia reiss #ymir #annie leonhart #reiner braun #pieck finger #porco galliard #niccolo #colt grice #aot

[writertitan]

Perennial // Part 1

A/N: Hello! This is also being posted chapter by chapter on AO3. I'll be posting 2 to 3 chapters at a time here on Tumblr, just to keep things a little more condensed and organized for this platform. Enjoy!

pairing: levi x fem!reader

overall themes: fantasy AU, strangers to lovers, traveling through realms, explicit content

part 1 themes: traveling through realms, first meeting, reader's on the verge of a mental breakdown

word count: 4.9k

There was nothing left for you here and you knew that. Still, it was hard to look around at the place you’d called home for nearly five years and see nothing but pain and moving boxes. Your whole life was packed away in those boxes and yet there were still memories scattered around the house. The faded wine stain on the carpet from two years ago after you’d gotten too drunk and spilled a newly opened bottle was where it always was. On the top right corner of the front door, you could see the little flower your friend drew; you hoped the landlord wouldn’t notice it so that it could stay.

You’d lived here since you were 18 years old and now it was done.

The movers would be done soon. They were finishing up here and meeting you at your new place. Any second now, you’d be driving out of town to begin the newest chapter of your life.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive with you?”

You blinked and then there was Pieck, looking concerned and sad.

“I’ll be okay,” you assured her quietly, your arms hugging your torso. “Besides, it’ll be stormy soon. I know you hate driving in the rain.”

Her frown deepened and you knew she was going to press the issue with you, say something about how she’d drive in the rain for you any day, but you weren’t having it.

“I’ll share my location with you, so you know I made it safely. I’m kind of looking forward to the drive,” you said. It was a lie – you were dreading the drive. You were dreading this whole thing.

Pieck knew that but kept her mouth shut, nodding once with sympathetic eyes before turning her attention to the movers.

“Be careful with that box! It says ‘fragile’ on every side, can’t you read?” she nagged, stomping away to deal with them.

You smiled sadly and turned back to the front door, eyeing that little flower in the corner again. With a sigh, you bent down to grab your backpack from the floor, plucking your car keys from the top of it. You took off the apartment key and walked to the kitchen counter, leaving it there for your landlord, and you could feel tears sting along your lash line as Pieck approached you again.

“I’ll see you soon,” you promised her, pulling her in for a tight hug. She returned it and your heart broke at her sniffles.

“Be safe,” she whispered in your ear before breaking away, wiping her eyes. “I can stay here and see the movers out.”

You nodded and swallowed thickly, taking one last look around. You could only hope that the new tenants would make as many memories as you did. This was a good home, a good apartment. It had kept you safe for so many years.

Before you could really break down, you hurried out of the door with your backpack slung over your shoulder, smiling weakly at Pieck before closing the door.

Thunder rolled across the sky as you ran to your car, still parked in its designated space, and you took a deep breath as you unlocked it and tossed your backpack in the passenger seat. Just as you shut your door and put the key in the ignition, lightning flashed, and a few droplets of rain splattered across your windshield. You turned your car on and drove away from your home, and it took everything in your power to not look in the rearview mirror.

The rain started out as a drizzle, a peaceful and steady patter over your car that lulled you as you drove on the highway. You’d turned the radio on, keeping it at low volume, a mellow song playing quietly as your mind drifted between concentrating on the road and thinking about all the new changes in your life. It felt like you were always on the verge of spiraling these days.

As the rain picked up, your car also alerted you that you were low on gas, and you had to pull off the highway and enter the edges of a small town. The only option for gas that you could see was a dingy gas station, so it would have to do. Parking at a pump, you got out after pulling your hood up on your jacket, shivering as the humid, cold air hit your face. Usually, you liked the rain, but having to drive in it and get wet with a long drive still ahead was not helping your mood at all.

“Ah, fuck,” you cursed as you stood in front of the pump. There was a soaking wet note taped to the pump where the card machine was and, upon inspecting the only other pump available, saw that it held the same taped note.

CASH ONLY – PAY INSIDE.

Sketchy. So sketchy.

Still, you couldn’t make it that much farther on the little gas you had left, and there didn’t seem to be another option at the moment. However, one look at the gas station made you dubious that this was even a good option, either. The inside looked closed and desolate, and you weren’t sure you could see anyone inside.

You reached into your car to grab your backpack before locking it, just to be safe, and headed to the little gas station, where only dim fluorescent light flickered out from the windows, swallowed by the buzzing neon lights outside. The door wasn’t locked and so you entered slowly, a little startled when the bell above you jingled to signal your arrival. There was no one at the counter. Boring oldies music played faintly throughout the little store, and it smelled like someone had recently mopped. A good sign, then.

“Hello?” you called out, maybe not as loud as you could have, but hopefully loud enough that somebody could have heard you. It wasn’t like you were in a particularly large space.

You took another step toward the counter, wishing and yet dreading that someone would appear. To keep yourself occupied, you shrugged your backpack off your shoulder and unzipped the smaller pouch to grab your wallet, relieved to see that you had enough cash for a full tank.

However, you were still all alone, and another step towards the counter told you why.

Another note lay on the counter, this time with a different message that made you groan.

BACK IN 20 MINUTES.

How long that note had been there, you had no idea. However, considering it didn’t seem like someone had stepped away that long ago, you had some hope that the wait would be fairly short.

“As long as I’m here…,” you muttered to yourself, looking around. You were already running out of road trip snacks, so it would be smart to stock up again.

You perused each aisle, occasionally glancing back at the counter while you grabbed some chips, then some candy bars, before moving on to the drinks. As you took in the limited selection, fingers brushing over some off brand ginger ale, your ears perked up at a new sound. It wasn’t the sound of someone coming back to their post, but it was a sound you hadn’t noticed before. And it was indescribable. It was like a pulse, but more electric, but not like a buzzing sound. At first there didn’t seem to be an origin to it, but as you turned your head, you realized it was probably coming from outside.

It was like you couldn’t help yourself. You moved towards the door like you were possessed, feeling more and more in a daze the closer you got to the door. It didn’t make any sense, but you could have sworn that the door itself was the cause of the noise, and even though it was impossible, it looked off. It looked like it was warping, a little distorted if you looked too hard, but then back in focus once you realized something was wrong.

Without thinking, and without hesitation, you pushed it open.

You had no idea what to expect from opening the door. In fact, it hardly felt like it was your own choice at all, but more of a compulsion, like you had to do it.

At first, you were blinded by the neon lights outside, which didn’t make sense because they hadn’t been all that bright to begin with. But your vision was assaulted by those vibrant yellows and oranges and reds until you suddenly just felt…different.

You squinted your eyes to relieve them of the brightness, noticing that the pulsing sound seemed to be all around you, inside of you, in your head, until it all just stopped. The light slowly faded, until you were able to blink your eyes open again, and what you saw made no sense.

Your car was gone, the gas station pumps were gone. When you turned to look behind you, the dingy gas station was gone as well. In its place was a small wooden building painted red, with a white wooden door. When you tried to open it and go inside, you found it was locked. The only thing that proved you’d ever been inside a gas station was the armful of snacks you were still holding, which you promptly dropped out of pure shock.

“What the…,” you whispered. It was taking everything in you not to freak out.

This didn’t make any sense. Had you been drugged? Were you tripping out right now? Were you dreaming? Were you hallucinating? Were you dead?

You turned back around, blinking hard, but the view didn’t change. Your car was gone, the little road leading to the highway was gone, and now you were looking at a narrow street with colorful buildings pressed against one another, as if leaning on one another. If you weren’t so shocked, you would have admired how it looked.

You swallowed thickly, trying to get your bearings, and the only thing you could think to do was gather your dropped snacks and stuff them into your backpack, feeling a little bad that you’d taken them without paying. It was a silly worry, considering it should have been the last thing on your mind.

Fear and panic radiated down to your very bones as you stiffly craned your neck to look around, afraid to even take a step forward, but another attempt at the white door was useless. There was a window next to it, though it was impossible to look inside because a thick curtain blocked the view.

There was only one thing to do and you knew it. As much as you hated to admit it, you knew you had to venture out and figure out what was going on. The only way to get answers was to solve this very jarring and horrific mystery.

You weren’t the courageous type. Taking risks was nausea-inducing and having a predictable routine was your idea of nirvana. That’s why uprooting your entire life was more stressful and painful than you could admit out loud; the unknown had always been too scary. So this? This was going to fuck you up for life.

You swore loudly and banged on the door, the only time you’d allow your emotions to show physically, before taking a deep breath to calm yourself.

Once your backpack was securely on both shoulders, you gripped the straps tightly and took a tentative step forward, a shaky breath of relief leaving you once you realized you hadn’t exploded.

The street’s concrete was worn but looked sort of maintained, no potholes or deep cracks. You looked to your left, then to your right, unsure of which direction to go. To your left, the road and buildings seemed to open up around a circular marketplace, empty and quiet right now, which was unnerving. To your right, the street continued, even seemed to connect with other small streets and, in the distance, you could see that this little town eventually gave into a forest. That’s where you would go first.

“Wait…why would I go there first?” you asked yourself out loud, hesitating in the middle of the street. It seemed so counterintuitive, and yet…your heart tugged towards that forest. It looked so serene and inviting. Plus, there wasn’t much going on over at the market square.

The sun was setting, and a gorgeous golden glow bathed your surroundings, making you realize that it wasn’t raining anymore. Or, rather, it wasn’t raining here, wherever you were. Maybe it was still raining where you had been before.

As scared and wary as you were, you had to admit that this place emitted a very calm energy. Peaceful. Though you couldn’t find traces of a single other person as you walked, you could hear crickets and some birds singing to each other, echoing each other’s song. You peeled your hands off your backpack straps and pushed your jacket hood off your head, tilting your head up to the sky. It was a beautiful sunset, the colors rich and bleeding into each other effortlessly. It felt different from other sunsets you’d seen before, as if you’d only ever seen watercolor sunsets and this was your first oil painting.

You passed by a few other streets that formed intersections with the street you were on, paying no mind to them. The buildings all looked the same, crammed together and cozy and as picturesque as the next. As the sunset faded and twilight arrived, the part of town you were in grew darker, while something about the forest seemed to beckon you, because it seemed to come alive. As you looked around, you noted that the buildings that were all squished together didn’t have lights of any kind. The only things lighting your way were the old-fashioned streetlamps, flicking on one by one, as if guiding you towards your destination.

The fear that had ebbed and flowed within you was coming back now that night was approaching, and you quickened your pace, hands grasping at your backpack straps again. You surprisingly felt more relieved the closer you got to the forest. Fireflies swirled at the edges of the forest, where civilization met the trees and greenery, and a sense of invitation called you closer and closer. Birds still chirped, and the crickets were even louder, and everything seemed so vibrant even as the sunlight died.

And then, finally, as the stars twinkled and took the sun’s place, everything came to life.

It startled you, going from being all alone and scared to being surrounded by people and scared. They spilled from the forest and bustled around you, busy and determined and loud. Throngs of them emerged from the trees, laughter and chatter filling your ears. Fireflies flew around them, creating an amazing light show, but you felt stuck in place as everyone moved past you. You didn’t know what to do. You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs for someone to help you, but then what would you tell them? That you teleported? That you’d been drugged? That maybe you were on some alien planet after an alien abduction gone wrong?

You felt invisible. Everyone pushed past you and barely seemed to notice you at all. It didn’t matter that you radiated panic or that you looked scared and desperate for even an ounce of attention from somebody, anybody. And the more you looked at the people around you, the more you realized that they also seemed strange. They looked like normal people, yes, but were dressed oddly, nothing modern at all, but more like period costumes. Maybe this was some type of movie set? A weird Edwardian LARPING session?

When you tried to move, you found it difficult to maneuver around the swarms of people. Finally, when you pushed your way through the crowd to get some leeway, you drew attention to yourself. Suddenly, being ignored hadn’t seemed so bad, after all.

More and more eyes landed on you, staring in shock or confusion or both, and it made you shrink into yourself. Again, you wanted to use your voice and ask for help, but your throat felt like it had closed up so no sound could come out.

“Hey! What are you doing here?!” a voice asked, and then it felt like the crowd was closing in on you.

You gulped and then made a run for it, barreling past people and running fast, not even knowing where you were running, exactly. The only clue you got was hitting a few branches as you ran, a hint that you were entering the forest. Hopefully you could find some seclusion and get your bearings again, away from all those people.

So, you were unwelcome. That was good to know.

Eventually, the trees became larger and taller, and there were less traveled dirt paths to follow, and the sounds of people became faint. At the same time, it became darker, less fireflies and less moonlight reaching your eyes. That fear of the unknown pricked at your chest again. You dared to take a few steps farther before leaning against a gigantic tree trunk to catch your breath, tears pricking at your eyes.

What a horrible day. It felt like your mind was breaking. It didn’t even feel like any of this was real. Was any of this real? Why was everyone so…startled by you?

“There you are,” a voice spoke up from your right, making you jump in surprise and whirl your heard in that direction.

At first, you didn’t say anything, only took the sight of the man in. There was just enough light to see he had black hair and piercing eyes, a short but strong build, his gaze calm and collected, different from the shocked looks you’d been getting.

At last, you finally found your voice.

“Can you help me?” you asked, disregarding the way he’d greeted you, as if he’d been looking for you. “I’m…I’m lost, I think.”

“I’ll say,” the man scoffed, taking a slow step towards, probably in order to not frighten you more than you already were. “How did you even get here?”

“I don’t know,” you choked out, the tears coming back full force. “I think I was drugged or something, and then maybe someone tried to traffic me, or kidnap me? Because I was at a gas station and then suddenly, I was here instead, and all I did was open a door, and I didn’t pay for my snacks—”

The man lifted a hand in a gesture that was meant to shush you, and you did so immediately.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“My name is…,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper, but you hesitated, unsure of whether or not you wanted to trust him. But there was no use in delaying it – you needed help.

But the man suddenly gave you a curious look, a look of bewilderment flashing through his grey eyes before it vanished just as quickly.

“Embla,” he muttered, sounding a little surprised.

“That’s definitely not my name,” you told him, confused at what he’d called you. But even when you told him your name, he seemed to disregard it.

“My name is Levi,” the man, Levi, said. “I can help you, but you have to trust me. Can you do that?”

Slowly, you nodded once, after a moment of thought. There was no other way. You couldn’t get out of this by yourself. You had no idea where you were or what was going on.

“Why are you helping me?” you asked, taking a step towards him.

It was his turn to ponder your question, until he eventually just shrugged. “I’ll ease you into everything as slowly as possible.”

That wasn’t much of an answer, but you let it slide for the time being.

“Everyone knows you’re here now, so we’re going to have to take some less traveled paths to get you someplace safe,” Levi explained.

“Why? Is it bad that I’m here?” you asked, worry creeping back into your bones.

“Not bad, per se, just…unexpected,” Levi answered, not looking at you. “Try not ask too many questions right now. It’s better if you dip your toes in. I think that’s the right phrase.”

It took a lot of willpower, but you swallowed back your millions of questions and let Levi lead you farther into the forest. You felt like you were rats in a maze, twisting around these enormous trees and tripping over logs and bushes and whatever else, until the trees began shrinking in size and volume and you finally stepped into a clearing.

You blinked in wonder, in awe at the vastness of the clearing.

Even in the night, the field was a rich green, pockets of wildflowers dotting it. Up above, the moon, full and bright, glowed proudly amongst the stars. Beyond the field, thin trees like the ones surrounding you subtly hid a very large lake that didn’t seem to end, it could have even been an ocean. Moonlight glinted off of it, and you were sure you saw fireflies dancing on the water’s surface. But in the middle of it was a short and bulky building. It looked more like a glorified shed than anything else, sitting on top of a small tuft of land that poked out from the water.

“That’s where we’re going,” Levi said.

The two of you stepped out into the field, the moon bright overhead, and you suddenly felt exposed. Strangely, you found yourself scooting a little closer to Levi, hoping for some added protection. You hadn’t come across any animals just yet, and you hoped it stayed that way. The last thing you needed was a run-in with a wolf. Or even something worse.

You tilted your head up to the sky, blinking once in surprise when you finally took a good look.

You’d never seen so many stars in all your life, and it seemed as though a falling star shot across the sky every couple of seconds. The moon looked so big, too. Had it always been this big? Or maybe in this place, the moon was bigger? The deeper you looked into the sky, you could have sworn you saw more…

“Hey. Embla,” Levi called out, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Keep up.”

You blinked again and tilted your head down to look at him. You hadn’t realized you’d stopped walking; you’d been so entranced with everything.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, jogging up to where he was and matching his pace, your eyes back on the lake and the little hut you were headed toward.

Then you realized what he’d called you, and you asked, “Why are you calling me that? I already told you my name.”

Levi seemed reluctant to answer you, and only gave you the brief response of, “It’s what you are.”

Huh. Maybe it was some term here in this strange place. But you didn’t know what it meant.

You pondered that for a while and then turned to Levi again, nodding your head in the general direction of the shed-thing, then asked, “What’s in there?”

“I told you not to ask too many questions,” Levi answered curtly, and you huffed a little in response, slightly offended.

“I’ve barely asked any even though I have a million of them,” you protested, frowning at him. You tripped a little on a small rock and felt your face grow hot, but Levi didn’t comment on that.

Levi debated for a moment, then gave you a sidelong glance as he answered, “That’s the Norchek Temple. It’s just a…pit stop. It’s going to take us someplace safe.”

“Take us someplace safe,” you repeated, a little confused. Was there some sort of underground tunnel there? You couldn’t even see a way to get to the temple from where you were, no bridge or boat of any kind. Did Levi expect you to swim? And why were you not safe where you currently were?

You mulled over his words as you approached the edge of the lake, your eyes scrutinizing the temple. Before you could say a word, a ripple in the water caught your attention, and you watched in disbelief as a small stone bridge slowly rose from the water. It rose high enough for the narrow path to not be submerged in water, and then it stopped, and the water was as still as if the bridge had always been there.

“Ladies first,” Levi said, and you hesitated for a moment, looking towards him with a scrunched-up brow.

“Is it safe?” you asked.

“Haven’t you ever heard the term ‘act now, ask later’?” Levi quipped, and you gave him a glare.

“I can’t say that I have,” you snapped back, but gulped down your fear and squeezed your backpack straps for comfort as you took a hesitant step onto the bridge. When you realized it would likely hold your weight, you stepped onto it with both feet, your pace already hurried as you crossed the narrow bridge. It was so narrow that you couldn’t stand side by side with Levi, but he was close behind.

As soon as the two of you stepped onto the small tuft of land harboring the temple, you turned to see that the bridge was lowering itself once again, slowly submerging itself back into the moonlit water. And, only a small ripple happened before the water was as still as ever, like nothing had ever disturbed it. You stood there, mesmerized by the way the surface reflected the night sky and those trillions of stars and meteors flashing by, until Levi cleared his throat and snapped you out of it.

“You have to keep moving,” he instructed. “Don’t get too moon-eyed over everything and freeze up like that. There’ll be plenty of time to do that later.”

He led the way into the temple, and you stayed quiet, taking in the wooden structure. The sun-bleached panels splintered and glistened with droplets of water, and the inside of the temple smelled humid, but also faintly of incense.

You could barely see inside the temple and felt that surge of panic inside of you again, gripping your insides and squeezing tight. You were so caught up in the panic that you accidentally bumped into Levi.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, a hand over your thumping heart. “I can’t see that well and I’m kind of freaking out.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Levi said.

A second later, you were surprised to see a glimmer of light in front of you. Your eyes adjusted until you could make out what was emitting the light: a mirror.

How strange. It didn’t help your panicky attitude at all.

“How is it doing that?” you asked, mostly to yourself, knowing Levi was probably going to be too vexed to answer another question.

There was something strange about the mirror, other than the fact that it was somehow lighting up the little room. It held your reflection in it, and you could see Levi right next to you, his arm brushing against yours, but it was like there was something behind your reflection. Like a two-way mirror.

All it took was two small steps to be right in front of it, close enough to reach up and tough the glass. Before you could do that, however, Levi’s fingers wrapped around your hand and yanked it back down to your side.

“Not yet,” he said, his reflection staring at you.

Still holding your hand, he outstretched his other hand towards the mirror, his eyes closing as though he were concentrating very hard on something. You were surprised to see him break out into a sweat, until slowly, the mirror began to emit even more light, until you also had to close your eyes.

“Do you feel it?” you heard Levi ask from beside you.

You were about to ask what he meant, since you felt nothing but anxiety, but then you paused. Something stirred in your chest and mind, like something was waking up inside of you. It felt familiar and you tried to place the feeling to no avail.

“I feel it,” you whispered, a hand moving to your chest.

It felt electric inside of you now, and somehow it felt loud, and –

You froze, recalling the last time you’d had this feeling. It was the same thing you’d experienced when you went from the gas station to wherever you were now.

“Step through,” Levi urged you, and you felt that prick of fear again, the fear of the unknown. You knew what he meant. Step through the mirror. It was some type of doorway. But your feet didn’t want to move at first, until the feeling got stronger inside of you and it felt like you were compelled to walk forward, a hand outstretched in front of you, waiting for the feeling of your fingertips pressing against glass, but it never came. Levi’s hand was the only thing that even felt tangible at that moment. The light snuffed out as soon as you felt yourself pass through some invisible barrier, and the electric feeling inside of you faded quickly. It felt too much like last time. Finally, you opened your eyes, and were stunned.

read part two here

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman fic #aot fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #snk fanfiction #levi fanfiction

[azurlily]

For the month of May I've decided to do a yandere oneshot everyday.

These will be angst, fluff, smut, and some headcannons, and some fics some will be long done will be short. Here are the women I'll be waiting, and what I'll be writing. You have to click on the link for each of the fics.(it'll tell you what the fic is about when you click it.)

The fandoms in here are: Harry Potter, Attack on Titan, Kakegurui, Umbrella Academy, Seven Deadly Sins, Arcane, Avatar The Last Airbender, My Hero Academia, Chainsaw Man, and Akame ga Kill!.

Day 1. Yandere!Annie Leonhart. NSFW

Day 2. Yandere!Kirari Momobami. ANGST

Day 3. Yandere!Fei Hargreeves. ANGST

Day 4. Yandere!Pieck Finger and Yandere!Annie Leonhart. HEADCANNONS(sfw and nsfw)

Day 5. Yandere!Merlin(Gluttony). FLUFF

Day 6. Yandere!Sevika. SMUT

Day 7. Yandere!Vi and Yandere!Kaitlyn Kiramman. SMUT

Day 8. Yandere!Hange Zoe. ANGST AND FLUFF (finished late)

Day 9. Yandere!Azula. ANGST

Day 10. Yandere!Azula, Yandere!Ty lee, and Yandere!Mai. HEADCANNONS(sfw version)

Day 11. Yandere!Ymir and Yandere!Historia Reisss. Modern HEADCANNONS(sfw and nsfw)

Day 12. Yandere!Sachiko Juraku. SMUT

Day 13. Yandere!Bellatrix Black. SMUT

Day 14. Yandere!Black Sisters(Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Andromeda). HEADCANONS(sfw and nsfw)

Day 15. Yandere!Nemuri Kayama (Midnight). ANGST

Day 16. Yandere Sugar Mommy!Mel Medarda. FLUFF and SMUT

Day 17. Yandere!Jinx. FLUFF

Day 18. Yandere!Toga. ANGST and FLUFF

Day 19. Yandere Mommy Dom!Hitch Dreyse. SMUT

Day 20. Yandere!Azula, Yandere!Ty lee, and Yandere!Mai. HEADCANNONS(nsfw version)

Day 21. Yandere Marauders Era!Narcissa Malfoy. HEADCANNONS(sfw)

Day 22. Yandere!Various AOT women + Hange. FANFICTION(sfw and a bit nsfw)

Day 23. Yandere!Yumeko Jabami. ANGST

Day 24. Yandere!Makima. FANFICTION

Day 25. Yandere!Kobeni Higashiyama. FLUFF

Day 26. Yandere!Himeno Setojima. SMUT

Day 27. Yandere!Chelsea. SHORT FANFICTION

Day 28. Yandere!Esdeath. ANGST AND FLUFF

Day 29. Yandere Modern Doctor!Hange Zoe. ANGST

Day 30. Yandere Modern Werewolf pack!AOT Various women + Hange. FANFICTION

Day 31. Yandere!Momo Yayorozu. FLUFF

Here are all 31 days. I'll be starting this on May 1st, 2023.

#wlw #lesbian #attack on titan #harry potter #kakegurui #the unbrella academy #arcane #seven deadly sins #avatar the last airbender #my hero academia #chainsaw man #akame ga kill #women are hot #yandere month challenge #yandere

[quills-of-freedom]

Series ~ Modern AU house party pack

Armin Arlert edition 🌺

Includes screen-shots, a song, sex positions, aesthetics & more

Warnings: Includes Alcohol consumption. Smut. I understand you need to be 21 to drink in America but it's 18 here :) So 18+ only for the smut please ~!

Armin's aesthetic:

You can’t help but feel a little nervous as you lock your door and turn to walk towards Armin, who is waiting patiently for you in his car. He hadn’t been waiting long, so his engine was still rumbling.

He’s fumbling with something down the side of his door as you approach - his strong neck muscles flexing as his head bobs slightly with his lean.

Greets you with a warm; “Hey!” And a huge smile as you open the passenger door.

Getting inside, your senses are bombarded with his car air freshener mixed with whatever beautiful cologne he was peppered with.

His long fingers turn the volume down of the music so he can hear you better; waiting for you to fasten your seat belt.

“Hey, how you been?” You ask a little shyly as you strap in, the cool leather seats caressing your bare thighs.

“Great thanks and yourself? You look… Amazing.” His ocean blues soften as he says this, hand absentmindedly grazing the top of his steering wheel.

He clears his throat and puts his attention on the road as he begins to pull away.

“Are you hungry?” He’ll ask. “I could drive through a burger place if you want? Shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach.”

You tell him you’ve eaten but he goes through anyway - he himself being peckish and it was a good way to have a little catch-up before the party as you both sit in the parking lot munching on whatever you’d ordered. (Yes you couldn’t turn down something once you caught the smell of the fast food joint)

The party

It’s almost ten by the time he pulls up outside of Historia’s house. You already spot Zeke having a cigarette on the porch, standing talking to Proco and Pieck. The front door open with music blaring out onto the lawn had your heart racing with excitement as Armin walks round and opens the car door for you.

Porco teases you with a long, loud whistle from across the lawn. “Lookin’ good, baby.”

“Shut up.” You laugh, knowing he was playing around.

It was still a little early but there were plenty of people around to feel comfortable with the vibe that was building. Your heart almost explodes when Armin casually laces his fingers into yours as you walk towards the house, his car alarm beeping with confirmation of being active behind you.

Okay so this was a date. And he’s already making it clear you’re his for the night.

Once inside Historia greets you both - already pretty drunk and hanging off the neck of her boyfriend. Some guy who owns a farm somewhere.

The party is amazing. More people arrive and you and Armin temporarily part ways to socialise, bit you notice he’s keeping a close eye on you at all times. In fact, everytime you glanced in his direction his eyes would quickly snap back to the conversation he was having.

Reiner, Connie, Marco, Jean, Porco and Eren had a chugging competition at one point. Marco coughed and spluttered his beer everywhere - snot falling out of his nose and everything.

Sasha and Niccolo were snugged up in the corner making out most of the night. They were new lovers, you couldn’t really blame them.

Mikasa and Annie just sat and bitched about how shitty men were most of the night.

At one point though, everyone was dancing and it was so much fun you were crying with laughter as Connie and Reiner had a dance off.

Connie won with the robot followed by a worm.

Reiner didn’t wanna get on the floor.

Porco and Reiner had an argument. Typical. Nothing new.

Surprisingly, you walked in on Jean and Eren having a “bro” moment in the washroom near the back door.

“Eren… I know we don’t get along. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about what happens to you. I just wish you took care of yourself more. It’s a big world out there. And it’s nasty.”

“Jean… I feel the same! Like sometimes I just wanna scream at you to shut the fuck up but also that I love you as a brother? Am I making sense?”

Ignoring it you continue outside for some fresh air when Armin follows you out.

“You alright?” He smiles, snaking his arm around your waist.

You nod. “Yeah just getting some fresh air.”

His cologne was still evident as you push into his chest as a guard from the cool air that raised Goosebumps across your skin.

His mouth presses against your head and your entire body catches fire when he whispers; “It’s getting late. Wanna get out of here?”

Your place

Your ears are still ringing from the loud music when you both leave the cab and enter your house, your body aching from the dancing and sore from the laughing.

“You want a drink? Water or soda?” You ask Armin as he gingerly walks into your living room.

You both talk over some bottled water, both of you a little tipsy but nothing too bad. Before you know it, it’s 5 am.

You offer Armin a place in your bed for the night. He says he wouldn’t mind sleeping on the sofa if you were more comfortable with that.

That’s when you press your lips against his, hungrily before grabbing his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Your bedroom

It’s that kind of sex where you’re both so eager that you’re panting pretty much straight away with quivering, loud breaths.

Your lips smack loudly off each other in needing kisses, hands and fingers trembling as you undress one another.

You were blown away but how surprisingly soft yet dominant Armin was. First, he blows you away with this

After your third climax, he has you all over the bed, absolutely feral for you. His moans are so pretty as well as his cock, and God does he know how to use it.

Has you like this, this, this and this.

“You look so pretty bouncing on my cock…”

“Ah, you’re so tight.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long…”

“Mmm you feel beautiful inside.”

“Shit… Y/n…”

“You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you baby?”

Aftercare

Armin holds you close, running his hand through your hair and letting you know how amazing the sex was and how beautiful you are.

Will probably ask to be your boyfriend. He wasn’t after a one time thing.

Will definitely order you both breakfast once you’ve woken up - or probably lunch, maybe even dinner by the time you do rouse from your sex induced slumber.

#armin smut #snk armin #armin arlet smut #armin aot #snk x y/n #snk x reader #snk x you #armin x fem reader #armin x reader #Spotify

[hangeslefteye]

Okay so you officially converted me to a Porco lovergirl so thanks for that, I already went through like 95% of the Porco content and now we need to make more hahah. I saw your mafia AU post and would submit for your consideration:

And you are someone who takes care of Porco when he gets roughed up (poor guy can’t catch a break w the family? Or maybe he’s in an underground boxing ring for more cash?). But you doesn’t know what Porco does or that he’s involved in the mafia! You just knows that he’s kind of an ass lmao.

But maybe Porco bites off more than he can chew and he’s pissed off some important people. And he visits you (idk you work at a bookstore or a cafe or flower shop, something SO CLICHE but I love it) and when he gets there you’re talking to someone and

it’s Reiner

And his blood runs cold, or maybe his heart stops beating all together. And you’re just like “oh! Hey Porco! I’m just helping him find a book I’ll be right with you!”

And he’s frozen. Would the family really send Reiner to kill you, just to get back at him? Or is this a coincidence? A warning? And he realizes that he needs to do everything in his power to protect you at all costs

Aaaah this inspired me so much I had to write despite my terrible English I hope I did an alright job thanks @scumbagjaeger so much for this great idea <3 but I kindaaaa bended it when writing :D I hope you like it <3 Also Reiner kindaaaa stole the show :D

I listened LP-other people for 79678659 times when writing so it went kindaaa angsty :D

Characters:(Reader,Porco,Reiner,Marcel,Pieck)!Mafia au

Word count:1.2k

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As the suffocating air of dust and smoke filled your lungs you bent down to pick up the broken pieces of glass,remembrance of the loud night in the now empty pub.You never knew why this place drowned you this much,especially today,so you picked up your pace to go home early.

But when you heard the squeaky sound of door opening you understood this wasn't happening.You yelled without lifting your head ''We are closing''to an unwanted customer but you heard the drunken steps making their way in anyways.

''Even for me?''

You instantly lifted your head up when you heard the familiar voice of Porco,a loyal customer of this old pub.

But when you looked up he looked nothing like the one you know.His clothings were disheveled and torn like he was attacked by a pack of wolves.Droplets of blood from his nose were making their way down to his chin,to his white shirt.Only familiar thing was his usual smirk as he held his arms open.

You sighed and got up hastily to pick him up.Considering he couldn't walk straight it was already a miracle that he managed to drag himself here.''Tough night?''you asked while you pulled him to an empty chair.''As usual''he hissed when he laid his head back.You knew his reckless apetite for fight nights ,he came to your place countless of times to get patched afterwards but he was never this beaten up before.

You wetted a clean towel and grabbed a bottle before you made your way back to almost dead man.You began to clean the blood dripping down his chin and neck in silence as he tried to light up a cigarette with his shaking hands.You snatched the cigarette and the lighter from his hands harsly.

You hated how he came here so often like a torn stray cat and none of you actually talked about it.You lighted the cigarette for yourself and took a deep breath.''Who did that to you?''you broke the silence while you kept cleaning the shreded skin on his cheekbone.

''Nobody in particular''

''Really?''

''Does that matter?''

''Does it?''you had a very solid guess.

''Not anymore''he mumbled and closed his eyes.

''They figured it out huh?''you asked casually but you were terrified of the answer.You were one of the two people that knew he was stealing from his 'family' for a while now but you doubted if it was always going to be that way.

''Wha- No! of course not.''he jolted awake as he understood what you meant.Even the possibility seemed to terrify him.

You sighed in relief and held his head to lay it back to the chair.''İf they did they wouldn't let me inhale an another breath anyways.''he smiled bitterly.

You couldn't stand seeing him like this let alone him casually talking about his death?This was your last sanity.''Then who else Porco? Who else have you allowed to beat you up like this?!''you yelled with your trembling voice while you waved the bloody towel to his face.

He opened his mouth to speak up but closed it back again so you gave up and kept cleaning the remaining blood on his eyebrow silently but you were stopped after a while when he suddenly gripped your wrists harsly.You expectantly looked back at his squinted hazel eyes.

''Marcel''he managed to drag out in between his gritted teeth.

Your eyes grew big with shock.Marcel?Of all people?His brother that sabotaged both Porco and the 'family' so his little brother won't be a soldier?

A dagger sank into your heart with realisation.You were hearing rumors about both Porco and Marcel crushing on the same escort,Pieck.You never had the courage to ask if it was true or not but now the crystal clear truth was right before your eyes.

''I'll kill him until dawn''

You snapped back to Porco instantly.His once dreamy hazel eyes were filled with grudge and rage now.

''He'll know I was always better than him.Everybody will know''he gulped a sob that was about to escape from his lips but his tears were already rolling from his cheeks.

You looked at him dumbfoundedly as he kept repeating 'I'll kill him' like he was trying to convince himself to do it,all while he unconsciously kept gripping your wrists hard enough to hurt.But you were too gone to feel anything as your heart sunk with jealousy when you thought of the reason that made everything so miserable.

Afterall Porco really was a stray cat.When things were alright he went to whoever he loved the most but when he was hurt he always came back to you,who loved him the most.Realisation of your love was never going to be returned began to burn your eyes.

Your thoughts were silenced by a thundering noise while you felt something passing by your ear.Before you understood what's going on you were knocked onto ground by Porco.

You acknowledged the gunshots and unpredictable bullets as they kept coming.You heard Porco's panicked curses among the sound of bullets tearing down the bar behind you two.Glass pieces were raining down onto Porco's back as the bottles got smashed into crumbs.

When the firing stopped you barely heard Porco saying''Are you alright?!''but when he realised you were too shaken to answer he roamed his hands around your upper body to make sure you were not wounded.Finally you gave him a shaky ''Y-yeah''but you were anything but alright.His eyes snapped back to where bullets were coming from.

Following his direction you saw a tall blonde man dressed up in black.He had two silvery pistols.He took his black goggles off when he made his way down the stairs and you saw his cold amber eyes shining.

''Looks like I've missed''he said casually as he looked you two up and down.

You looked back to see some bullets stuck into the wall behind and broken bottles of whatever.The entire place looked like someone blasted a hand generade inside.He shot anything but you two.

''Braun?! What the fuck were you doing?!''You fully came back to your senses when you heard Porco's scream.

''Business,as usual''

''By killing us!?''

''Exactly''

With his last word your blood ran cold, you figured out this is what they have done to other strays.

''They know Porco''blond man kept talking since Porco was frozen on the spot.''They sent me here to kill you''

''How?''you heard the tremble in Porco's voice as he waited for the expected answer.

''Marcel told them''

You saw Porco's bitter smile right before he closed his eyes.As if he wasn't the same guy from five minutes ago that kept talking about killing his own brother.Marcel actually making a move to kill him seemed to shock him as much as it did to you.

''What happened to your no women no kids policy?''he asked casually like he has embraced his incoming death.

''No women if not specified''blonde man corrected him sharply.

''What do you mean asshole?Why would they want her dead too?!''Porco opened his eyes in anger and looked back at you.

''Well,actually it was only her when I came here.Since they thought you would be out of city already.''

''What makes them think so?''

''Me''he said firmly as he glanced at Porco, you could see his amber eyes shining with a feral warning. ''And you did,with her.You passed the city border at midnight and nobody saw you ever since.''you saw him smashing one of his guns onto his chest.Porco's eyes grew big before he nodded and took the silvery pistol like a scolded kid.İt was a silent agreement inbetween him and his reaper.

He hastily walked back to you to get you up and held your arm as he dragged you to the backdoor.

''Let's get out of here''you heard him mumbling when he opened the door for you two stray cats now.

For mentioned mafia au (All aot characters)

#attack on titan #reiner braun #porco galliard #marcel galliard #porco x reader #reiner x reader #reiner brainrot #pieck finger #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #porco snk #porco aot #porco x reiner #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard x you

[nightfall-kachiniko]

AOT girls (+hange) react to you coming home late

aot girls x reader // mikasa, annie, pieck, hange, hitch.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ mikasa

- she’d be so worried oml. Mikasa would have such a parent reaction too lol. She’d basically be having an anxiety attack just waiting for you to walk through that front door. And the second you do, she’s scolding you about how late it is and how bad you scared her.

- “i thought something bad happened to you, why weren’t you answering my calls!?” she was about to go out looking for you. Awwww don’t scare her like that again! 😭

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ annie

- “where the hell has your ass been!?” uh oh Annie’s mad. Only cause she was scared for you. She knows how dangerous it is out alone, and especially at this time of night!! “God are you crazy y/n! Do you know what could’ve happened to you!?”

- she’d be mad you didn’t tell her how long you were going to be and stays grumpy the rest of the night. Oops sorry Annie! But awww you were worried for mee

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pieck

- she’d kind of have the same reaction of mikasa. She’d wait for you, lights on and all at 3am, barley aware just to make sure you come home safe. And when you do she hugs you and tells you how concerned she was for you.

- when you told her your phone just died, a big sigh of relief would come over her. After that, she’d always remind you to pack your charger so stuff like this doesn’t happen again lol.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ hange

- “gosh it’s late, I was wondering when you were going to get home,” she’d shout from her office. They’d stay up doing work, but wouldn’t go to sleep until you were home. Of course they were a big worried, but Hange knows that you’re strong and you can handle yourself. Oh and trust me if she even felt like for a second something bad happened to you she’d have a search party out looking for you in a matter of minutes.

- peck you on the cheek and tell you she loves you. Theyd also sigh and be like “FINALLY I CAN SLEEP”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ hitch

- “and you say I stay out late!?” Hitch would say. For the past hour she’d already called all your friends, family, their friends, mutuals, basically anyone you’ve ever met in your entire life lol. Hitch has her ways. But she was just worried! You don’t normally stay out that late!

- tells you she’s glad you’re okay. :)

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ sasha

- you walk in to find Commander Erwin and an annoyed captain levi at her side. “Uhmm… whats going on…” Sasha would practically jump on you, glad you’re home. “OH MY GOD Y/N I THOUGHT SOEMTHING BAD HAPPENED SO I TOLD THE COMMANDER AND CAPTAIN TO SEND A SEARCH PARTY AND-“

- “you did what now 😀” you’d say. “I told you I’d be home a bit later Sasha.” You’d hear Levi tsk and mumble a ‘what a waste of time’ and Erwin’s just like “glad you’re safe y/n!”

#mikasa headcanons #mikasa x reader #attackontitan #mikasa ackerman x y/n #mikasa ackerman x you #mikasa ackerman fluff #mikasa ackerman headcanons #annie leonhart x you #annie attack on titan #annie leonhart headcanons #annie leonhart manga #annie leonhart x y/n #annie leonhart aot #annie leonhart imagine #annie leonhart x reader #annie x reader #pieck aot #pieck finger x reader #finger pieck #pieck finger x you #pieck fingers x reader #pieck finger headcanons #hangezoe #hange zoe x you #hange zoe x reader #hange zoe headcanons #hanji zoe x reader #hitch dreyse x reader #sasha blouse x reader #sasha braus

[leonhardt-simp]

I’ve Got You.

[Werewolf AU] | drabble/mini scenario

Pieck x f! reader

summary: pieck understands that it will take you awhile before everything goes back to normal.

author’s note: HELLO! WE BACK AT IT AGAIN! Thank you for requesting this! I’m basically treating it like a sequel to the sequel of my previous pieck fanfic 💀

Reblogs welcomed ! | Requests : Open !

It took you a long few weeks before the hospital let you go, they didn’t want to risk anything that could potentially go missed. Especially, cause the attack on you was something that happened very rarely in the town.

Nothing would ever stick though since everyone who got attacked either died or survived and moved on with their lives.

But, you couldn’t.

The smallest chore made you anxious, your eyes darted towards shadows at night since the attack. You wondered if this was how normality would be like from now on.

Pieck could see you though, since you got back you distanced yourself from the rest of her pack. She could understand but she felt a sense of hurt.

She was one of those monsters, the monsters that had you turned away from her whenever you both slept together now.

As much as it did hurt her to see you this way, this didn’t stop her from doing things for you.

Anything you needed, she was there to give it to you.

If you asked her to take you away from the town, she would. You held everything of her, she wanted nothing but comfort for you.

You were conscious of it whenever she would help you redress your bandages, or whenever she would help you out of bed.

The one thing you notice, she didn’t transform in front of you. Those sleepy wolf naps, now replaced with human Pieck naps.

Even asleep in human form, she seemed so peaceful. You would sometimes have to stare at her, the nerves of anything bothering you seemingly disappearing. It was peaceful.

News got around fast about your wellbeing, despite being home for only a few days.

“They would like to see you…” Pieck cautiously brought up, your breath getting caught in your throat at the idea.

“You don’t have to though, I know you’re still cautious about them..” Pieck would gently caress your hand in hers. Her eyes slowly shifted up to meet yours, expressing nothing but understanding.

The image of that shadowy wolf would haunt your mind from time to time, the pain of your injuries not helping with the scary thoughts.

“I-… I don’t know-… I just-” The thought overwhelmed you.

With a kiss to your knuckles, you seemed to ease up, just a bit. “It’s okay if you’re not ready yet, my love.” She reassured while you both sat side-by-side on the couch.

You could see her slight disappointment but she would never put you in an uncomfortable situation. “But-” You interjected, wanting to give her something but you were met with a head shake and that all too polite smile.

“I don’t want to you to be uncomfortable. Especially since I know how rowdy they can get.” She giggled with a hand over her mouth slightly, her other hand on yours gently gripping it in reassurance.

She wasn’t wrong, you remembered many nights ago how excited they always got whenever Piecky brought you around to those cabins. Sasha almost knocked into Ymir, then Ymir into Hange, then Hange knocked Annie’s food onto the floor.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the memory cause Annie just stood looking down at the food with a disappointed look.

Pieck perked up at your laugh, her head tilting in confusion.

“What’s funny?” She asked

You both sat closer together, your head moving in close to lean against her shoulder. “If we meet them again…” You closed your eyes tightly to get rid of the image of that scary wolf from that night. “Will you be with me?…”

There was silence before you felt her shift to turn towards you, holding your face in your hands. When you opened your eyes you saw nothing but a sad eyed Pieck. Eyes that held determination, regret…but mostly love.

“I will never EVER let something like that happen to you again, Y/N. I’ll always be with you.” She swore with such a soft tone.

“You will never have to go through that again… I’m..” Her mask was beginning to fall slightly when she closed her eyes, her eyebrows contorting slightly with sadness.

Her eyes slightly glossy but she held herself together, her face leaning in to press a gentle peck against your forehead. You closed your eyes at the feel of her lips,

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you…. But I will now.” Pieck was determined to keep her oath to you. She leaned her forehead against yours, her hands moving to hold your hands.

“I promise.” Your eyes widened at her tone change.

These wounds of yours were a reminder of what could have been but Pieck kept you leveled to know she wasn’t that monster.

No one from her side was.. But there was always a shadow following you… however… Seeing Pieck desperately make it known that she was always by your side, you felt safer.

Soon enough,

one day,

there in the bathroom as your partner rewrapped your wounds, her hands delicately cleaning the area, you decided you wanted to take that step once more.

“I wanna see them again.” You spoke, her hands stilling in surprise.

Pieck was excited to have you come back, but with everything she made sure you weren’t pushing yourself. “You know I can wait, right?” She reminded you.

You shook your head, turning your body to face her as you sat on the toilet lid, her hands retracting from you as you both stared deeply into each other’s eyes. “I know… but… you’ll be there with me.” You expressed, seeing her expression shift and her eyes softening as she nodded.

Her soft lips giggled and she reached over for the bandages. “I’ll let them know then to be calm about it.” She was happy herself. You could probably see her imaginary tail beginning to wag. You knew she missed being out in the nature, you did too.

The funny memories, the laughs, the experiences you both shared.

You were safe with Pieck. She was your safe space.

If you had her near, that shadowy monster would disappear and be replaced with a loving woman ready for you with open arms.

#pieck finger x reader #pieck x reader #pieck is a soft lover #pieck aot #aot scenarios #aot fic #aot x reader #aot imagines #this isn’t proofread but it’s okay !

[hearts4jean]

‧₊ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

what aot characters during rainy days

- erwin + levi -

The moment it begins to rain and especially if it feels that the rain is not going to let up for a while, Erwin instantly heads to his room to nap. He even just grabs his blanket and lays on the couch if its quiet enough. (This man can probably sleep through anything). Levi follows, not to nap also but to simply just watch over Erwin. Levi has this eerie feeling come upon him when it rains that something bad would happen especially if its heavy rain. It’s just a motherly instinct of his that makes him feel the need to make sure everyone around him is kept safe. Generally speaking, Levi is a big night owl so he’d catch himself doing that for Erwin even on normal nights; Erwin is not aware he does this but isn’t able to sleep without Levi being there for some odd reason.

- jean + sasha + connie + eren -

Jean, Sasha and Connie would have a ‘tradition’ where they play Monopoly only on rainy days and no other time. It starts raining, ‘Connie get the Monoply out!’, rain stops, alright funs over pack it up guys. Occasionally, EMA would also join them which would cut the game short due to Jean and Eren’s drastically similar taste in game pieces; They would fight over the same one for around 10 minutes without either letting up. Jean would think of being the bigger person but still won’t because “he will never hear the end of it” and “he can’t make Eren feel superior.”

- connie + armin + jean -

Playing snap with Connie is a dangerous game, he’d leave his opponents hand red and sore. Even if you were the one to slam your hand onto the stack of cards, nothing is stopping him to continually slap his hand on top. Armin is a prime victim to this, Jean a former victim but he was smart enough to stop playing card games with Connie. Connie would be watching those cards like a HAWK, treats the simple card game like the hunger games. He does not care if you won the round, he would be slapping your hand until you give up and move it away and let him get the win. (Exactly why Jean stopped playing with him.)

- sasha + hitch + pieck + eren + mikasa + reiner + jean -

Sasha would also adore playing Twister as her secret talent is her flexibility. she’d enjoy playing with Hitch, Pieck and Eren who is forced to join in by Reiner, getting to sit back with Jean as they snicker at the sight. Hitch would have the flexibility of the average person, Pieck however is a strong contender, being on similar levels with Sasha in flexibility. As its only them two left in the game, all attention is turned to the intense twister game happening, Eren in the corner writhing in pain like an old man holding onto his back with Mikasa tending for him. Hange had to stop Connie from announcing to everyone to put their money in to betting on who would win between Sasha and Pieck. There ends up being no winner at all due to how long the game has went that even the rain has stopped, both parties were determined to win which caused them to continue to keep up their best games.

- annie -

Annie absolutely loves the rain and she loves her music, the ultimate combination when they’re put together. It’s the perfect opportunity to play her music out loud instead of in her earphones since no one would be able to hear it from the rain. Why no one has any idea of what she listens to and hates music genres she enjoys. When listening to music while it’s raining, she enjoys being away from everyone and just watching the rain from her window. This allows her to calm down and reflect about anything on her mind. The gentle music in the background helps. Her block out whatever is happening outside of her enclosed space.

- bertoldt + historia -

Random duo I know. But I feel that they’d absolutely love baking together. Bert definitely knows how to make some killer sugar cookies. they would be in the same college culinary class and work really well together. Bert would be in charge of the batter and Hisu would be in charge of making icing to decorate which the they would invite everyone to decorate their own little cookie.

what everyone decorates on their cookie

eren: jean but like really ugly and snickers while doing it a everyone tries to guess what the hell he’s doing.

“Why is it’s teeth sticking out?”

“Monobrow..?”

he would be asking for a death wish if he did a horse.

mikasa: little chibis of her and eren wrapped in her scarf decorated with little purple flowers

armin: inspired by his futon in aot jr high

jean: was going to put his artistic integrity to good use but then he saw erens cookie, after snapping erens in half he took his revenge and also did a little ugly eren (also added stink marks above his head)

connie: a really horrible drake side profile thing.

sasha: herself with connie and jean which then smudged and she got super upset over it.

annie: a little sleeping cat :)

hange: her glasses with a light purple background and her name

bert: tried to do something inspired with the weather outside and it doesn’t look that bad

ymir and reiner: historia. they try to get her to vote who did the best one

historia: cute little design with pastel colours and flowers

#attack on titan #attackontitan #jeankirstein #jean #jean kirschstein #jeanaot #attack on titan season 4 #shingeki no kyoujin jean #aot eren #eren jaeger #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #connie springer #erwin smith #levi ackerman #sasha braus #reiner braun #pieck finger #historia reiss #ymir freckles #snk #shingeki no kyoujin manga #shingeki no kyojin #snk headcanons #snk modern au #annie leonhart #jean kirstein #eren aot #eruri

[pickalilywrites]

No Name White Day Valentines Day concert

:)

songs of love

no name. modern au. 1952 words.

An unexpected way to spend Valentine’s Day with your loved one: attending the concert of one of the most famous rock bands. Only a fistful of their songs can be classified as love songs and even those are tinged with sadness, but the couples and fans sway and sing to them, hearts swelling with adoration as they gaze up at the stage where No Name is performing.  

“What a lively crowd we have here tonight,” Hanji says into the mic, a wide grin spread across the face. “Thank you for spending your Valentine’s Day with us!”  

“You’re welcome, Hanji! You’re always welcome!” Eren screams so loudly that it’s impossible not to hear him over the screams of the other concertgoers. His friends have to cover their ears and even some other audience members nearby do the same. Eren sees his friends and gestures at them to raise the posters they’ve brought. “Lift them up now while Hanji is still looking at us!”  

“We’ve been doing this all night. Do you know how hard it is to lift these up without blocking the view for the people behind us?” Mikasa grumbles, but she lifts her poster anyway. She had stayed up the entire night before making this poster to Eren’s liking, so she’s in less than a stellar mood.  

“Are you sure that No Name can even read these posters?” Armin asks. He’s not used to raising his voice so much, and he’s been shouting to be heard over the crowd this entire night. His throat is beginning to hurt, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he loses his voice completely by tomorrow. “The text on here is miniscule because of all the stuff you had us write!” 

Eren lifts his poster even higher and shoots his friends a glare. He’s plastered his poster with declarations of love to No Name. It’s less of a poster and more of an essay on No Name and all their amazing achievements on poster paper. Mikasa’s and Armin’s posters look similar, which is unsurprising considering that Eren watched them like a hawk as they made theirs.  

“At the very least they’ll be able to feel my sincerity just by looking at our posters!” Eren says.  

“I’m pretty sure they’d be able to do that just by hearing you scream your lungs out every time they look your way,” Mikasa replies.  

The only group more rambunctious and disruptive than the trio is the group of friends nearby singing tipsily to all of No Name’s songs, even the slower numbers on the setlist. Reiner and Historia have their arms thrown around each other — Reiner around Historia’s shoulders and Historia around Reiner’s waist — and singing discordantly, much to Bertholdt’s chagrin. As the designated driver, he’s the only person in the group that’s completely sober. Ymir, who only had a drink or two in the parking lot, is more or less sober now but she’s also joining Reiner and Historia in their drunken warbling, grinning as she observes Bertholdt’s growing distress.  

Nearby, Pieck and Porco are serenading each other, gazing at each other with eyes full of love the entire time even during No Name’s harder hitting songs. They’ve been intertwined in each others arms this whole evening, Pieck’s arms wrapped around Porco’s neck and his hands on her waist in a never-ending slow dance.  

“They look like they’ve had a bit to drink,” Mina says to Marco when she observes Reiner and his friends. 

“Like we haven’t?” Marco replies and the alcohol in Mina’s system makes her giggle a little harder than she would have otherwise.  

This time, Marco and Mina have come with the trio of friends they had met last time. Rather than just packing food like they did last time, Connie and Sasha had snuck in a few bottles of alcohol despite Jean’s protests that it would be a bad idea.  

“We had to give a whole bottle away to the security guard this time in addition to that ham,” Jean says. If he weren’t driving later, he would have had a drink himself. Maybe his grumpiness is due to being the only sober one in the group. “If we keep bringing contraband, he’s only going to keep asking for more and more.”  

“Come on, loosen up, Jean. It’s not like we didn’t get to bring more food in this time,” Sasha laughs. “And drinks! Do you know how much they charge for drinks here? So much.” 

“And we can share drinks with other people,” Connie said, gesturing at Marco and Mina who are singing along and having a good time. He gives Jean a wide grin. “We even befriended an old guy after he asked us for some vodka.”  

“You gave an old guy vodka? You weren’t afraid of accidentally killing him?” Jean asks incredulously, but Sasha only waves away his concerns. 

“He was as healthy as a horse! Told us we had some good stuff and that he felt even more alive, drinking and going to this concert. Said it made him feel young again,” Connie replies.  

The old fan in question is Dot Pixis, who is enjoying his time once more at another No Name concert. The initial buzz of the vodka has faded into a enjoyable haze that worries Mitabi but only makes Anka roll her eyes. Although she’s done her best to decrease Pixis’ alcohol intake, the crafty old man will always find a way to sneak a drink from under her nose.  

“You really shouldn’t be drinking so much at your age,” Mitabi says to Pixis for perhaps the hundredth time. It’s not the first time they’ve had this conversation. 

“A drink won’t hurt me. Don’t worry, Anka made sure that they only gave me one shot despite my insistence that I could handle more,” Pixis says with a twinkle in his eye. He smacks his lips. “What a delightful taste! Reminds me of the type of stuff I’d buy in my college days. How wonderful to be able to connect with the younger generation of fans!”  

“I told you, he’s fine,” Anka says in Mitabi’s ear. She can see that her words do little to reassure her companion. “Maybe you should go for a drink, Mitabi.” 

Somewhere else in the crowd, Auruo has practically been buzzing since the concert has started. He had managed to catch the attention of No Name’s guitarist last time and they had invited him to meet them backstage at today’s show once it was over. He hasn’t shut up about it since the concert started, excitedly talking to his friends in between songs and babbling about what he’d talk to each of the No Name members about even though the rest of Auruo’s friends know that he’ll most likely clam up out of nervousness before ultimately collapsing on the floor after being overwhelmed from being in such close proximity of his favorite band. 

“I can’t believe we’re going to see them backstage tonight!” Auruo says.  

At this point, the anticipation has worn off for his friends who only nod in agreement.  

“Us, too, buddy,” Eld says politely because it’s impossible to match Auruo’s energy for twelve hours straight. He’s going to reserve his energy for the actual meeting with No Name. 

“I brought my entire CD collection for them to sign. You don’t think they’ll mind, do you?” Auruo asks. 

“I’m sure they’ll be thrilled,” Gunther assures him, and Auruo smiles back nervously. 

“I wonder if they’ll like meeting me. I expect you guys to be on your best behavior. Don’t make me look bad in front of them,” Auruo says. He glares especially hard at Petra.  

“Me? What could I even do to embarrass you?” Petra asks in surprise. 

“Do not even think about seducing Levi with your feminine wiles,” Auruo warns, pointing a finger at a perplexed Petra’s nose as their friends giggle behind his back. “Don’t so much as bat an eyelash his way and make him fall hopelessly in love with you.”  

Petra rolls her eyes and grabs Auruo’s finger. “No promises there,” she replies and Auruo begins to whine about how she’s going to ruin everything.  

In the balcony, Erwin and Nile are enjoying the concert again, deciding after last time that these concerts were a good time whenever they wanted something that differed from their usual nights out in bars or diners. They’re not avid fans like most of the other concert goers, but that doesn’t stop them from appreciating the good music and atmosphere.  

“I wonder how many couples are here,” Erwin says as he observes the fans down below. “It seems they’ve adjusted the setlist for the holiday.”  

“Interesting because I know that they don’t have very many love songs on their discography to begin with,” Nile says with a nod. In his hand is an overpriced drink, probably twice as much as it would have cost at a normal bar, but he’s already half-finished with it. “Good arrangements, too. I wonder if they’ll have any of studio recordings of these arrangements.”  

“Why? So they can release the same songs they’ve already sang a million times?” another voice snorts, and Nile and Erwin turn to see the same bespectacled anti-fan they had encountered the last time they had been to a No Name concert. Despite the anti-fan's alleged distaste for No Name, Erwin and Nile notice something interesting about him. 

“Didn’t we see you here last time?” Erwin asks. He isn’t judging. He’s genuinely curious, leaning over in his seat to take a closer look at the man. “Why would you come here if you hate the band so much?”  

“I ... I have my reasons,” the man, Zeke, says as he crosses his arms across his chest defensively.  

“Are you wearing their merch?” Nile asks, observing the No Name logo on Zeke’s t-shirt and the No Name wristband on his wrist.  

“N-no!” Zeke lies.  

On the stage, No Name is readying themselves to close out the show. Mike, the drummer, is finishes off the penultimate song with a low drumroll, allowing it to fade as the crowd cheers as they anticipate the next song. The band’s vocalist, Levi, holds out a hand and lowers it slowly, signaling the crowd to quiet down and they soon silence themselves to hear his words. 

“Thank you for spending the night with us,” Levi says into the mic and the crowd begins to roar once more. He gives them another minute to settle down, a rare smile stealing its way onto his lips.  

In the background, Hanji begins to strum their guitar — they’ve swapped their usual electric guitar to an acoustic one — to the opening chords of “Call Your Name,” a fan favorite. It’s far from a happy love song, but it’s indisputably loved and skipping it tonight would be criminal. Mike accompanies Hanji on his drums, the tempo slowed to match the stripped down, acoustic version. 

“Please take this last song as a love song to you, our loyal fans,” Levi says, sounding uncharacteristically sentimental tonight as he begins to serenade his fans. It’s one of the few times that the audience members are silent, deciding to listen fully instead of singing along as they usually do.  

Only Levi’s voice fills the stadium, accompanied occasionally by harmonies provided by Mike and Hanji. As the song closes out, the sounds of the guitar and thrum of the drum fading, the stadium fills with a pink light as the members of the audience lift their phones, pale pink paper cut in the shape of hearts taped over their flashlights. Even when the concert ends, the stadium is filled with warmth and a love shared among the audience that will never fade. 

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What would the AOT characters' handwriting look like?

Sorry for taking a little while, but ty for your req and hope you like it!

Scribbles

Hcs / Armin, Eren, Mika + Pieck, Hange

Armin

Honestly, his handwriting can range from atrocious to inhumanly neat. It all depends on if he's in a rush to write or not; if he has a sudden light bulb go off in his head, he'll scribble it down in this indecipherable half-cursive half-print. But for his study notes, he really takes his time and makes them legible so you can read them.

He writes very quickly; his hand has a sort of impatient rhythm to it, like he's annoyed that his hand can't keep up with the speed of his thoughts.

Eren

He scratches out words a lot, especially if he's writing in English. And he writes so big that his letters feel jumbo-sized. His notes have this edged feeling to them with all the sharp letters.

You'll often catch him letting out a disgruntled sound while writing. He just really doesn't enjoy the whole activity of scratching ink onto paper.

Mika

The neatest and most pleasing handwriting you'll ever see! Her notes look printed sometimes just because of how perfectly spaced and sized each letter is. I'm thinking of those Pinterest pins of aesthetic notes.

In class, she becomes so absorbed into the activity of notetaking that she seldom looks up at the lecturer or the board. She writes very slowly, though.

Pieck

Pieck has a style to her handwriting that you can only describe as 'sleepy cursive'. There's an excessive amount of loops.

Sometimes the words slant so much that it looks like they're about to slip right off the the paper.

Hange

Hange's got that doctor's handwriting, or in other words the indecipherable kind of handwriting! All the words seem to be packed tightly together.

Whenever Hange is taking notes, all you hear is this erratic, vehement scratching sound of pen on paper.

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