#reiner x reader angst

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cw | angst, traumatic upbringing, unprotected sex, long distance relationship for a little while ig

Reiner x black! reader

A/N | This is prob my longest fic so far but I really enjoyed writing this and I cried a lot. I hope y'all enjoy. Not edited btw so don't mind any mistakes.

The first time you told him that you wanted to move away when the time came to decide what you wanted to do with your life, he didn’t think much about it. Your opinions regarding your future fluctuated constantly, from what you wanted to have as a snack to what you wanted to be when you grew up. You could never decide on one thing for long. You were only nine at the time, and you left it at that. He was still glad that you dropped it nonetheless, for it would hurt him beyond measure to watch you leave. The two of you went to the creek to play with the other kids after that, and his thoughts were occupied on other things such as getting back at a boy called Clarence for pushing you onto a pile of rocks after you told him to leave you alone. Reiner’s always been like that, walking the extra mile for you whenever you needed it, even if you didn’t ask. He was the type to stand behind you when you were deep in a conversation with someone else, quietly hanging onto every word as you went on without a care in the world. It was simple, and he liked it like that. 

The second time he remembers you bringing it up, it was around freshman year of highschool. Things had started getting stressful at home, with your father having gotten caught in an affair and your mother turning to wine to cope. Those days were mainly spent at his fathers farm, helping him with his chores and anything that needed tending too. He always noticed how you would come to him with dry tears staining your face, but he never said anything about it. He was just happy that you were coming to him when things got hard, and you were happy that he was there through it all. Your bouts of sadness would never last long with him though, he would always be able to cheer you up no matter what went on in your home. You would come over so often that his mom would make you a plate once it was time for dinner. It was a normal day, you were helping Reiner with carrying hay bales for his horses, when it came out.

“I think I wanna move to a big city, like New York and LA once I graduate.” You say, mind fixated on not getting bit by Daisy, the feistiest horse you think you’ve ever met. He stops in his tracks, looking at you with a shocked face. “Why would you wanna do that?” He asks, concern lacing his tone. “I don’t know. I think I’m just tired of all the bullshit that comes with this sucky ass town. I wanna be able to live my life without anyone trying to strike down my dreams just cus’ they think it’s not the way I should be living.” You shrug, petting her as she chews on the straws of hay. He doesn’t really know what to think, but it makes him nervous. He knows that you have a multitude of reasons for wanting to get out, but he doesn’t want to see you go, especially not without him. It scared him, but he wasn’t going to let his fear outway his advice for you.

“Well I think you should do whatever makes you the happiest, I would hate to see you stay here in plain old misery just because you chose the thing that would make other people happy.” You smile at him, knowing that he talks purely out of his heart, and not just saying what you want to hear. His wholeness is your favorite quality about him. He’s never been one to shy away from the truth, and he always has your best interest in mind, even if it wasn't the best for him. “Awww, really?” You coo, walking up to him. “Yeah, why not? Why should you stay here if you don’t want to? Because of what other people might say? Screw that, it’s your life, and you shouldn’t be living it for others who don’t actually give a damn about you.” 

Without a doubt, those conversations were your favorites. You could be open and vulnerable with worrying about being judged or brushed off. It was talks of real life that constantly reminded you that Reiner was truly a good friend, a good person. He would actually listen instead of simply hearing to respond. It made you feel heard, made you feel like you weren’t out of your mind. It was the same for him as well. Whenever he talked about the pressures that his father put on him about being a leader, being responsible, and putting family above everything; he knew that all it took was a knock on your door and you would be there for him, comforting him with honest words and a tight embrace if need be. It was the perfect relationship, easy and smooth.

Until he started to fall in love.

He knew when he started to look at you in a different way, he wasn’t oblivious. He grew, so did you. The person you were sprouting into amazed him. You were kind, but not a pushover. Firm, but not some – well, most of the time. He was mesmerized by all parts of you, good and bad. You couldn’t lie when you thought he turned out just as fine, if not finer than all the other boys you grew up with. He was a solid six one, with years of hard labor showing on his body. He was still a gentleman, which is what you think is what you loved most about him. He was the sweetest boy you’ve ever known, and it wasn’t just for show. He was everything if not one for chivalry, always opening doors and being polite, slinging out “Yes ma’am” and “No sir”, just like he was taught. He was what every mother wanted their daughter to bring home, but he only had eyes for you. People could see it too, that’s why no one tried to steer his attention from you. He was the first and last person you saw every night, and were both fine with that. You would take long drives in his truck in the early mornings of the weekend, and spend time together in his cargo bed on late Sunday. It was peaceful, just you and him. He knew that you were starting to catch on, but he wanted to enjoy it, because talks of favorite tv characters turned into what colleges were being applied to. The unburdened era of childhood was slowly coming to an end, and it was frightening.

Frightening because you would have obligations to take care of, frightening because he knew that his endless conversations were manifesting.

Frightening because he knew his time with you was coming to an end.

Your mothers addiction had gotten much worse over the course of time, leaving you to have to deal with her hysteria. Reiner lost track of the amount of times you had called him on the landline, practically begging him to come pick you up, to save you from the cloud that has consumed your mother, from the feelings that brew inside you. You had grown sick of the stuffy place you call your hometown, and he had caught on quick – he always does.

The last time you talked about it was the summer after graduating. Your dynamic had changed, longing gazes had been throwing and touches had been shared. It was getting more romantic, more intimate. Reiner’s father decided that he should go stay at his grandmother's lake house for the summer, and that he should bring you. You knew you could go without having to ask, so off the two of you went. The ride was easy, songs being sung along to and many stops being made for pictures and pee breaks. The house was beautiful, with the frontside facing the beach. You settled in quickly, buzzing with excitement as you ran to the clear blue water. Many days were spent like this, the pair of you swimming and laughing and kissing in solidarity. It was what he dreamed of, being alone with you to just soak in your presence, nobody calling his name and nothing to worry about. It was bliss, until it wasn’t.

Summer was coming to a close, with only two weeks until fall semester began. He drove you two home, the air different from usual. He knew the privacy you had with him was going to change the nature of your relationship, but it still bothered him inside. During it all, he noticed that you would be awake in the early morning, asking your mother about a letter. He knew you wouldn’t talk to the woman unless it was of absolute importance, you despised her after all. You seemed more nervous the closer you got, but he tried not to think too much of it, summing it up to having jitters on going to college. 

It wasn’t until you called him a couple days later with dread in your voice that he knew what the phone calls were about.

“I got in.”

Words so simple, but so sad. Usually one would be happy that they got into college, but you weren’t. It hit him like a ton of bricks, he didn’t know what to do with himself. Was he supposed to be happy for you? Was he supposed to cry with you? Was he supposed to be strong for you? Yes, that’s exactly what he needs to be, what he's always been for you; for everyone.

“I’ll be over in a couple, just wait for me, okay?” His voice has always calmed you, but not this time. With a simple okay, you hung up the phone. He speeds through stop signs, breaking the speed limit by around twenty miles just to get to you faster. He jumped out the car, jogging down your driveway as you jump into his arms. He’s warm and smells nice, the scent of his cologne and freshly wet soil hitting your nose. He holds you for a second, then five, then ten. “What’s wrong sugar? What’s got you so worked up, huh?” He asks, looking at your features for any signs hinting at your distress. “I got in, Reiner. UCLA, they accepted me.” You say, gripping his shirt for support. “UCLA? I-isn’t that in California?” You nod, and he sighs deep, pulling your head to his chest. “I’m so glad they accepted me, but I’m scared. I don’t know anyone there, and I don’t wanna leave you.” 

Him. You didn’t want to leave him. He didn’t want to, but in that moment he felt so ecstatic that he was the only reason you wanted to stay. It was selfish, he knew that, but he elated that he was that special to you.

“Isn’t this what you always wanted? To get out this shitty little town and finally live your life?” He was right, when was he not? But it still hurt knowing that he wasn’t coming with you. “Yes, but I love you, and if I leave I won’t come back. I don’t wanna leave you here and you never see me again and you move on with life while I never stop thinking of you, thinking that if I stayed then none of it would’ve happened.” You were crying at this point, tears pouring down your face. He wiped them, even kissing some of them away. “Now in what world would I move on without you? Don’t be silly now, you're my number one girl. You're gonna go to UCLA, live your life, and be happy. I’ll be right here, supporting you from this shitty little town in Texas. We’ll talk to each other on the phone, and we’ll still love each other the same.” It was a lie, and he knew it. But it wanted to believe it so bad, you did too. You spent the rest of the night with him, and you ended up making love.

It was new to the both of you, but for some reason it wasn’t awkward. Light kisses down your neck and soft moans filled the night sky as your dream came true. As ashamed as you were of the fact, you had fantasized this night many times before. He treated you with care and compassion, as he did any other time. But it was different, more transparent. It was hot, sticky, and sweaty. But neither of you cared, happy to do this with each other, to be the others first.

It wasn’t long after that before he had to help you pack and see to the train. His mother cried for and with you, hugging you tight as she whispered prayers in your ear for your success and safety. You could see tears in his fathers eyes that wouldn’t dare fall. He told you that he’s always seen you as his own, and that he was happy that his son got to grow up with you. He drove you to the station, hand on your thigh as a reminder. A reminder that he’s there and that he doesn’t want to let you go, a reminder that he loves you.

A reminder that he’ll never forget you.

You wish you lived close enough to an airport so that you could spend more time with him before you left, but that wasn’t the case. He picked your luggage with a quiet grunt and followed you to the platform. You turned to him, not knowing what to say, and he knew it. Your eyes met his, and a tear raced down his cheek. You followed suit, and soon the both of you were crying. He pulled you into a hug that you never wanted to leave, and he knew it. He knew all of it, and that’s what you think made saying goodbye so much harder.

“Promise me you’ll call?” You ask, sniffling. “Course’ I will, doll. What kinda man would I be if I didn't call my woman?” His woman. You’re his woman. It’s supposed to make you happy, but it just makes you cry harder. “Cmon now, I don’t want cha’ goin on this train boo hooing when you have so much to look forward to.” You shake your head yes, touching your forehead to his. He kissed you again, then again, then again. If you weren’t whispering to each other, you’re sure that bystanders would’ve noticed by now. But you didn’t care, you just wanted one more night with him to watch the fireflies and talk about meaningless shit that has meaning in the moment, because that’s what it comes down to. Moments with him make you feel like everything is perfectly fine, even if they’re not. 

You hear the deafening sound of the train whistle in the distance, signaling the end of your time with him. “There’s your train to the future baby.” He says, kissing your temple. “Shut up Reiner!” You laugh, leaning into it.

He helped you board the train, finding your seat with ease. He looks at you, and you look at him. He’s frozen in place, and so are you. “I love you so much, let that be known for as long as you live.” He says, hugging you for the last time. “I love you too, don’t forget it either. Oh, and don’t forget to tell Daisy that mommy loves her.” You joke, chuckling as you see his face drop. She had warmed up to you over the years, and you were now her favorite person.“That damn horse is the bane of my existence.” he scoffs, and you burst out laughing. “I think you, your family, and that damn horse are the only things I’m gonna miss around here.” You say, playing with his collar. 

The conductor yells something you don’t catch, but you know it means that he has to leave. “Can’t I just come with you and tell my parents why I didn’t come back later?” He asks, a boyish tone in his voice. “You can’t,” you coo, “if you did, they would actually kill you when you got back.” “Who said I would come back?” Your eyes widen in shock, really contemplating it. All in all, he could come, but he has a life here for him – you don’t.

“No, you need to stay so you can take your fathers farm once you're old enough. I know that it’s your dream even though you get tired of it sometimes.” He looks at you with an expression you can’t explain. It’s as if he’s trying to tell you something he can’t put into words, but he doesn’t need to. You understand him just as well as he does you. Some things don’t need to be said, and this is one of those things. “Call me when you get there, ok?” He borderline begs. You say yes, and he finally walks off.

The trains move with a jerk, but you don’t pay attention to it. You see him as he slowly disappears into the distance, being replaced by forest and gravel. You don’t cry anymore, more like you refuse to, but you think to yourself – what if I stayed.

When you reach California, as the first day commences, when you finish your freshman year, and when you graduate. Through it all you constantly think to yourself, what would've happened if I stayed?

The calls started getting sparser and short, life catching up to the both of you making less time for each other. It still hurts when you think about it, but life is life, and it doesn’t stop for anybody. By senior year, the two of you stopped talking all together. You found people, as did he. The two of you drifted apart, as many others do. But you don’t care about the others, all you care about is him.

He calls you the day you graduate. It’s short and simple,exchanging hellos and words of well being. You want to ask him a million questions, but you refrain. You're content enough with just hearing his voice, even though you know it’ll be for the last time. He’s in the middle of asking you what your class rank when you hear a youthful voice on his end. “Is that your kid?” You ask, deep down hoping he says no. There's a brief pause, as if he’s thinking of a lie to tell you. “Yeah, she’s my youngest.” He finally says, and your heart drops. “Oh..that’s lovely to hear. How old is she?” You ask, throat tightening up. “She just turned two, her birthday was last week actually.” He sighs, seeming to be occupied with her. “What’s that sweet girl's name?” You ask, eyes darting around the room looking for something to keep you busy. “Um..I actually named her after you.” You freeze in your tracks, breath hitching. “Does her mom know about me?” You ask, hoping that she doesn’t. “No. She’s from out of town actually. Her names Natalie.” You can’t breathe. Room starts to spin around you. He notices, and starts to call out your name. “I..I gotta go Reiner.” You hang up the phone before he can say anything else.

She’s a reminder. A reminder of your old love,  a reminder that he’s always been waiting and still doesn’t want to let you go, a reminder that he loves you.

A reminder that he’s never forgotten you, and he never will.

-Nene

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𝕟𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 - 𝕣𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

based on the song "neptune" by sleeping at last

genre: angst, gn!reader. wc: 0.5k

warnings: very angsty, thunderstorms, not proofread

Reiner had always pushed you away. Since you first met as cadets, you would interact a bit, and then he would distance himself. At some point happenstance would bring you back together, but he would only speak to you as much as was absolutely necessary. An the rare occasions that you did talk, reiner's walls would come down and he seemed more animated. More at ease. Even more so than when he spent time with the few friends he held close. But then, suddenly, he would revert back to a cold demeanor.

Of course, you'd try to reach out, but the stoic blonde continued to avoid you. Letters went unanswered, conversations were ended by a few dry statements, and you always managed to yourselves on the opposite sides of the room.

At this point you were ready to give up on him - but not without one final attempt. It was foolish, you knew. even still, you wanted to try to forge a bond, because what little you knew about him made you adore him, made you want to know more.

"Reiner," you called out after him as you left the mess hall. No response. You heightened your pace, calling out again "Reiner!"

Again he would not respond. So you reached out and grasped his wrist, tugging firmly, forcing him to turn and face you.

"What do you want?" his voice was flat, calculated, cold. unwavering.

"Why do you run away? Why do you open up to me only to shut me out again? Why do you hate me?" you tried to remain calm, in the way that reiner did, but your emotions were inevitable. You felt betrayed, though he had never spoken to you willingly. You had seen how kind he could be, but he had no intention of prolonging that kindness.

"I don't hate you." He pulled his hand sharply out of your grip, but made no move to turn away. Those sharp amber eyes pierced deep into your soul, so sincere.

"Then why do you do it? How do you explain how good natured you are when we're on missions? You could at least extend that politeness if you want nothing to do with me," your voice rose, louder than you had expected. It was never in your nature to be this confrontational, but with reiner... he brought out the best in you, but also the worst.

"Because-"

A sharp crack of thunder drowned out whatever he said. You knew he was speaking, his lips moving, a bit of shine in the golden depths of his eyes, but there was no sound audible over the sky's rumble.

You caught only the end - "I don't know how."

"What don't you know?" You asked, your question falling to deaf ears. Reiner watched the sky, searching for the light of the storm. In the silent moments of evening air, you could hear his breath shaking. You asked again. "Reiner, what don't you know?"

The sky flashed bright. He opened his mouth "I don't know how to-"

Again, his words were muffled, lost to the turmoil of the sky. But the two words he uttered you could see on his lips. Love you.

His meaning was not lost. But still, how? "Reiner, what do you mean?"

In silence, in darkness, he spoke to you, each word louder than gunshot and clear as day.

"I want to love you but I don't know how."

©nesswritesnonsense 2022, reblogs and feedback always appreciated

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How the AOT men love you (SFW & slight NSFW).. PT 1

MINORS: Please DNI. Further reading means you consent to reading everything here, though it's pretty vanilla tbh.

EREN - A bit rough around the edges regarding emotional intimacy. Don't get me wrong, he definitely will straight up tell you "I love you so much, y/n," -- he's not afraid of saying what he feels. However, because he isn't as reflective and insightful and calm as Armin is (Eren's a little more simple-minded), he isn't a guy who does fluffy stuff all the time. He's more about action and adventure -- always pulling you into the next great thing.

*NEEDS* you to be safe, and happy. He will only feel satisfied if you're doing okay. Man cares about you, more than anything else.

Oh .. oh, Eren is definitely very blunt, and stubborn. He sees things in his own way, and it's hard to convince him to back down on anything he's got his mind set to. However, the flip side of this, is that he is fiercely caring, and righteous. Will protect you at all costs, even for little things: Some as*hole at the grocery store cut you off in line and you almost fell to the ground? Eren has a hand on your back and waist, steadying you, before he storms up to the man with the DARKEST look of determined hatred. This man has ZERO chill. (and we love him for it).

You are the most important thing in the world to him. He loves you so intensely and passionately that you won't have a chance to ever doubt it.

Fluff 1) You and Eren like to go on walks/runs together. Sometimes you two have races. Eren always wins (the little b*tch--) or ends up slinging you across his shoulder while running, the biggest smile on both of your faces as you two enjoy the rush of being with each other, and life. Life with Eren is just so right, exciting, and full of good times.

Fluff 2) Just how many beautiful waterfalls have you seen with Eren? You've even hiked a purple-flower covered mountain with him! And you've both tried many wild fruits, from the strange oblong shaped ones to pretty yellow star shaped ones-- Usually you were the one to notice the fruit while Eren glanced giddily all around the forest canopy and ground. It was tradition that whenever you two discovered another fruit plant/tree, Eren opens up the Wild Fruits and Plants You Can Eat book, gifted to you by Armin ("So that Eren doesn't accidentally eat something poisonous.") Sometimes Eren is not as bouncy with energy when you two explore the world, and instead he will hold your hand as you two stroll casually, cuddling up on each other's warmth.

NSFW 1) Eren isn't afraid to just.. straight up ask you.. when he wants it. He will look you up and down, eyes full of hunger. "I want you. How 'bout you?" Whewwww. 😮‍💨

LEVI - ohh boy i have so much to say about this little dude...

Would go absolutely crazy and turn into a battle demon, if he saw the love of his life in danger. ...

If Levi somehow found the right somebody, and actually spent enough time with them to be in a relationship, he would NEED his partner to be safe. He will not risk losing you-- he won't. Not after Isabel and Farlan..not again. So if you're ever in danger, you will see an overpowered beast emerge from that man's body and soul.

Levi isn't the best at emotional intimacy, is very stiff when it comes to words of affirmation. He hadn't ever really thought about love. He never even thought he'd have the option to be safe physically, let alone be safe emotionally. --But when he does meet that person, they light up his life in ways that just stun him. They feel like a summer's glow. He will look 10 years younger with you by his side, will feel unprecedented relief whenever he goes back to you. Will scare all the cadets because he will have this stupid smile on his face whenever he sees you.

--But Levi is not used to being loved deeply. He wouldn't know what to DO with your love, and he'd definitely have trouble opening up and being vulnerable. Nonetheless, I do think he'd try; he has initiative to do well to you, and to give you everything he can give to you (starts off with him being your literal guardian demon, progresses into him becoming soft to you). It'd take time and effort for him to learn how to love you properly.

Fluff 1) In the beginning stages of your relationship, Levi would enjoy cleaning with you. He would find himself giving you commands to do more chores (with him).. because he -- wants to -- be with you -- so often??? (won't ever never admit this).

NSFW 1) Levi is a v*rgin. Yes. Yes he (most likely) is. He never met the right person before you, so he never had a chance/time to indulge in s*x. The first time you and Levi have s*x, Levi will have his mouth CLAMPED shut-- trying not to make a noise, trying to control his expressions of pleasure. You'll have to teach him/encourage him to just let go lol.

NSFW 2) Levi wanted to have s*x with you for so damn long cause he's soooo attracted to you, but he will not initiate it LOLLLL. He just doesn't know HOW to ask for that. You had to feel up on him and really let him know you wanted it (breathy whispers and requests), before he FINALLY took the reigns and pinned you against the wall, kissing you hard before taking you to the bedroom~~!!

Also, he's a fast learner. (Imagine with that what you will 🥵).

Fluff 3) & After you two finish, he will clean you up immediately. But after that he won't let you go. Will hold you in a hug for an eternity. Is addicted to your warmth and the love/care you two give to each other.

ARMIN - OH MY GOD NO BECAUSE - i'm so in love with this man - oKAYYY: Armin is a very thoughtful, perceptive, and practical lover. You would feel *so safe* around him, at ease, and like you can be your full self. He's very accepting.

Armin is also going to *look out for you.* He is insanely analytically accurate. He has a clear, reassuring, and gentle energy about him. You know that with Armin, you'll be protected from any new obstacle or harm's way.

You and Armin would see the world for fun. Armin is somebody who feels fascinated with exploring the world, and with learning. He'd probably want a partner who is brave. He'd probably want somebody whose actions or way of doing life, amaze him. He would be so f*cking blushy around you, stuttering and all, whenever you smile so brightly at him -- you're like the sun to him.

Armin *would die for you.* He practically died already, for Eren & the mission. Armin wouldn't hesitate to give himself up, because that's how deep and true his love is for you. (And you genuinely get mad at him for this... but neither of you will budge-- you'd both die for each other).

Fluff 1) You and Armin like to read together :'). Armin will have red blush dusted across his cheeks, and his eyes will be shining as he talks excitedly, imagining all the things the book talks about. You adore it.

Fluff 2) You tell Armin you had a rough day, and he will set up a bath for you. While you bathe in the dark with candles, Armin will be in the kitchen with stew or soup simmering on the stove, before he quietly leaves the house: He will personally scour the bookstore in order to find a book that he thinks will make you smile-- or a book you two will both enjoy reading together/discussing together. Literally this man is like light okay. When you come out from the shower he will be there with a fresh, steaming bowl of stew and a dessert he picked up from the store. You two will eat together and then read a book, cozily cuddling on the couch.. before things get s*xy.

NSFW 1) This man is a *PLEASURER* -- Everything will be gentle, but imbued with such strong love for YOU. Will worship your body. Armin will feel like the luckiest man alive. He sees all your goodness, admires you, and is huge on praising you. Also he moans a lot, even if it's just a soft one that escapes him. Not sorry.

NSFW 2) For my switches/d0ms: You care deeply for Armin, and you also want to see his face when he's a writhing mess-- Sometimes you'll tie him up, and he will... oh he will be so helpless and flustered. You will be giving him all the sensation and he will *love it so much.*

REINER - Somebody come get yo man TT!! Reiner is a f*cking sweet, really good guy. Would protect you and your children (if you have them)-- with EVERYTHING he has -- from difficult, unfair situations (like what he was put through). But, Reiner also probably would want somebody who is strong, because strength means you can protect yourself, and change the world -- Strength is a necessary trait for survival, and he is attracted towards people who are able to stay efficient and alive.

Reiner wants a morally beautiful/morally pure hearted partner. Definitely wants a good person (I mean... Him and Historia in Season, what was is, 2? --speaks for itself). AND I MEANNN Reiner has such a soft heart-- he literally cracked psychologically because he couldn't handle the trauma of being a double agent in a cruel world-- so his pure heart seeks out another pure heart <3

Reiner would ADORE relaxation time with you! He wants the soft fluff, and the soulful moments, like laying together under the stars-- being safe, peaceful, *free.* Reiner has had the burden of war and the Armored Titan like a boulder on his shoulders for ... as long as he can remember. When you're both cozied up together, hands interlaced under the big night sky, Reiner's heart will have bursted and melted all throughout his body. He hasn't ever felt freedom before-- until you. (don't mind me f*cking sobbing right now. he deserves the world!!)

Fluff 1) You and Reiner sometimes do typical, fluffy couple stuff, like go to parks and have picnics, or going to the aquarium, or baking together. Reiner loves the domestic life with you, and you will always catch him gazing dreamily at you, as if he's not sure you're really his. Are you actually right there in front of him? How did he get this lucky? ..Man short circuits a lot around you.

Will definitely be so caught up in his smittenness for you that when you drop the bread dough on the ground and start getting upset/sad, he will just be staring at you like o// //o, not even realizing what happened.

NSFW: I honestly haven't thought about this but I will update this post when I do have some accurate guess on what Reiner in the bedroom is like-- (you can comment if you wanna be tagged for when I do finish this post/ make part two)

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[hanjisungslag]

Headcanons for when aot men get jealous? Maybe seeing reader and someone else spending time together and getting agitated and then dragging them away - ‘Pay attention to me not them.’ sort of vibe.

💢 aot men & jealously

characters included: eren, armin, connie, jean, reiner, bertolt, erwin and levi.

notes: this ask had me floored.

☆ eren jaeger

he caught you and reiner talking to each other AGAIN.

this has happened one too many times and eren finally loses it.

he’d definitely say something like “what about spending time with your boyfriend instead of him, hm?”

very temperamental about the whole thing..

one second he’ll be furious, next he’ll be sad, next he’ll be happy you’re back to spending time with each other

but mostly angry over it.

he storms over and pushes reiner away from you as he comes between the both of you, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing with MY partner?” eren asked threateningly “woah eren we were just—” but before reiner could say anything, eren grabbed your arm and stormed off with you.

☆ armin arlert

you and jean are very close friends

too close, your boyfriend may say.

armin usually lets things slide at first, he doesn’t want to come off as overbearing or jealous

also you and jean are just friends at the end of the day, right?

but one day, you and jean are laughing away as usual and armin asks what’s so funny and you say..

“oh, it’s an inside joke. you wouldn’t get it.”

after you said this, you continued to laugh. but armin had reached his breaking point, he slammed his hands on the dinner table and rose from his seat turning to face you, “y/n. get up.” your smile drops as you also get up from your chair. you two walk out the dinner hall. armin quickly speaks up “pay attention to me, not him.”

☆ connie springer

you and berty boy were spending wayyy too much quality time together.

making you spend less time with your own boyfriend!

connie obviously took this to heart and had to do what a man’s gotta do

aka pull a prank on bert.

every single day for like 2 weeks, connie would do something just to cause him inconvenience.

just like hiding his things right before practice, stealing food off his plate, replacing his sugar with salt, messing up his laundry etc.

but now what was connie going to do with you? after he pulled one of his pranks on bert he saw you HELPING him so not only do you spend all your time with him but now you’re ruining connie’s revenge plan? nope, not happening. he slams bert’s door open not taking any notice that the both of you are trying to talk to him, he just grabs you and pulls you into the hall. “last time i checked, i was your boyfriend. so, stop acting like bert is.”

☆ jean kirstein

there was someone in the survey corps who clearly had a thing for you

but you didn’t seem to notice. supposedly.

anyways, you guys would spend quite a bit of time together especially during expeditions.

jean obviously took offence to this and what does he do?

showboats🗣️🗣️

while on an expedition, you and this guy were chatting away, killing titans, all the usual stuff. but little did you know, from the back, jean was watching all of this happening and he was getting pissed off. his anger built up so much that when it came to killing the titans be whipped out half of them on his own. everyone was super impressed and the girls started complimenting you for having such a strong, brave boyfriend.

he pulls you aside afterwards and says “that was because of you and him, you know? so, you better start paying more attention to me now.”

☆ reiner braun

there was this one guy from garrisons who adored you!

and you thought he was sweet and you’d always try and catch up with him when you could.

which reiner would say was too often.

reiner would definitely intimidate this guy with how huge he is.

it’d be intimidating even reiner wasnt massive because he was just a garrison.

he’d pump his chest out more and wrap his big arms around you in front of him to prove how much bigger and better he was.

and when it came to you, he was so mad. as you stepped away from the garrison guy, he took his arm off of you and grabbed you by the shoulders turning you to face him. “hey. you better stop talking to that fucking whimp. i’m your boyfriend.”

☆ bertolt hoover

you and connie were super close.

you both trained together, love pulling pranks and just bounce off each other so well.

some people sometimes even think you’re a couple..!

but you already have a boyfriend.

bert doesn’t like to speak up about how he feels for a while until something really tips him over the edge.

bert always used to ignore how close you and connie were, he was too shy to say anything in the first place but he also didn’t want to ruin your guys’ relationship by being jealous. that was until someone asked if you and connie were a couple. that was his final straw. he calmly walked over to you but grabbed you with a grip you wouldn’t expect from bertolt. you found yourself outside with him where he looks you dead in the eyes “unless you actually want connie to be your boyfriend, you better start paying more attention to me, y/n.”

☆ levi ackerman

you mostly worked in the offices after a bad injury.

and there was this one librarian who really took a liking to you.

but, you’re already coupled up with mr. ackerman.

levi sees you guys talking all the time. sees that you’re in the library quite a lot even when you don’t need to be.

because of this he delegated menial work to him and even you, when he’s feel mean.

but when he catches you STILL talking while doing the tasks he set for you, he loses it.

you got distracted from your task when your little librarian friend starts discussing this ancient book he discovered the other day and as you were chatting away, you heard the door creak.. you jump out of your skin, trying to return to your task but it was too late. levi had already seen you. he calmly marched towards you and pulls you away to the other end of the library “is that what i said your task was, y/n? come here, i got a better task for you like helping your boyfriend. not this cretin.”

( however at the end of the week when things were all cleared up and you ask him about it he just says “me? jealous? no, i wasn’t.” )

☆ erwin smith

you and mike were working a little too closely lately.

erwin saw the way mike looked at you longingly

at first he thought it was nothing, he wasn’t even jealous!

until mike starts getting more physical

a shoulder brush here, a slight hand touch there

after this, he fully loses it.

erwin side eyes you and mine when he sees his hand gently brush up against yours, it could be pure accident but erwin couldn’t care less. he had gone too far. he marched over tall and mighty and swiftly stole you from mike “i’m the only man who gets to do that to you, you hear me?”

#anime and manga #attack on titan #attack on titan headcanons #aot #aot headcanons #aot imagines #aot angst #aot jealous #jealous #angst #shingeki no kyojin #snk x y/n #snk x reader #eren headcanons #armin headcanons #jean headcanons #reiner headcanons #bertolt headcanons #levi headcanons #erwin headcanons #jean kirschtein headcanons #eren jaeger #armin x reader #reiner braun #bertolt hoover #levi ackerman #levi x reader #erwin smith #aot erwin

[s-sugustar]

Your body is my safe space

ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ pairings !: ex-military! Reiner Braun x black! fem! reader

ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ content warnings !: fatphobia, insecurities, mentions of fatphobia

ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ word count !: 1.9k

ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ author's notes !: exams almost done and wheww, I couldn't wait to post this. I didn't do the synopsis cause I suck at em. Also, congrats to @chrollohearttags for hitting 13k!! You deserve ittt sunny! 💕

You twisted and turned, rolling until you found the perfect spot to sink into the silk sheets. You moaned quietly as you found yourself curled into a pillow, your head snuggling into the cold side of the pillow. from the light snores that came from above, you knew that your fiancé was still deep in sleep.

You giggled to yourself as an idea filled your mind. crawling back to where your fiancée laid, you slowed your breathing before pulling back the sheets that was snugged around his waist. You observed Reiner quietly, toned biceps that slowly gained fat over time; no longer working out as much as he once did. you could still see the outline of his abs, but his soft pudgy stomach caught your attention.

You loved to feel it beneath your fingers grasped unto his tanned skin. When you met Reiner, he was somewhat shy and very conscious of the way he looked. With time spent and memories made, you helped Reiner shaped into the person he is today. He may have his moments, but one thing is for sure, and two things are for certain, once his wife fiancée loved the way he looked then that's all that mattered to him.

Once your hips lowered onto his, the tip of your right index finger traced lines from his happy trail right up to his jaw, your other hand playing with his nipple. Reiner groaned, the feathery touch from your finger causing sparks to flow through his body all the whilst he slept.

Your smile widened, you quickly pulled your hands back before laying one out flat unto his stomach whilst the other gripped the sheets, holding you up against him. Your teeth grazed his jaw, the stubble from his chin eliciting a prickly feeling against your lips that you ever so loved.

You pulled at his ear lobe, pulling back to kiss below his ear before your hips grinded against his, causing slight friction to make him jump below you. A low mutter left his lips but he hadn’t moved from his position, way too tired from the day in front. You paused in your ministrations before grinding down against him, your hands finding his shoulders to steady yourself. "Shit." Reiner realized this dream he was having was more realistic than anything; his hands unconsciously gripping your hips making you squeak at the gesture. Sometimes you wish Reiner didn't have such good hearing because the squeak that fell from your lips caused his eyes to snap open before he looked towards you, slowly taking in your appearance.

"G'morning baby." You sent him a daring smile as you continued to grind against him, the friction causing him to groan in response. With his eyes squinted and his grip tightening on your hips, you had been under him with the blink of an eye. Head flush against the headboard as Reiner pulled your hands away from his waist; forcing them above your head to stop you from running the against his body. "Couldn't wait till I was awake, huh?" he asked, hips pressed against you, stopping you from moving any more. "You were tired so I-." A gasp fell from your lips as you felt two of his fingers enter you. "I'm waiting to hear your answer y/n." he taunted, slowing thrusting them in and out of you. "You make me sick Rei." His smile widened as he bent down with his mouth close to you ear. "I'm just getting started sweetheart."

Four p.m. on a Tuesday and the two of you had gone to the supermarket. With Reiner pushing the trolley and you holding the grocery list while searching for what you needed, you hoped to find all that you needed and still make it home in time to watch a Christmas movie. "Hey baby, can you go and get me some chives and possibly some chicken seasoning. You can leave the trolley here; I'll be waiting for you. Oh, and if you want, you can pick up some of those snacks that you like too." Sending a smile his way, Reiner took to the aisles in search of what you told him to look for.

After he found what you needed, he set in search for a snack or two for himself as for you. Without the trolley in hand, Reiner had to hold the groceries within his hand. As he searched the snack aisle, someone had been passing through that aisle and saw Reiner searching or had he been deciding which snack he wanted for himself. An older lady seemed to be passing by when she saw Reiner looking at the variety. " You would think someone like would be looking in the fruits section and not around here. " The old lady laughed, chuckling to herself as she continued to push her trolley into the other aisle.

Reiner bit in his lower lip, quickly putting the snacks on the shelf before finding his way back to you; pulling down his shirt when he saw others glancing at him. Once he found you standing in the same aisle you promised you had been in, Reiner found himself lingering close to where you were; so quiet that you hadn't noticed his presence until you turned back to the trolley, jumping at him just standing behind you with a distant look in his eyes. "Jesus Rei, you scared me. Did you get what you wanted?" You asked, not noticing how quiet he had become. "Didn't want anything, got something for you instead." He quickly dismissed what you had asked, quite ready to leave the supermarket. Your tongue poked the side of your cheek, observing Reiner's off-putting behavior.

It wasn't until you saw him picking at the beige sweater he had on, trying to pull it further down that what it already was. Self-conscious, something or someone said something to him. It couldn't be his height, the man was a walking tree, standing tall at 6'4 with some beefy muscles. It wasn't his face, cause the man was a sight to look at, honey gold eyes with golden blonde hair and light stubble to top off the look. Ahh, his weight. He always was a bit on the soft side when it came to his weight. Since he left the army, Reiner hadn't gone to the gym, seeing that he wasn't under a strict diet anymore, he ate the things he once enjoyed and when you came into the picture, you just added to the plate.

Time and time again, you reassured him that you were perfectly okay with the way he looked. Matter of fact, you loved his chubby chin and beefy arms, snuggling into him every night as he enveloped you into his warmth. Loving the way his stomach felt between your thighs, not too stark and hard but with a bit of chub in place of some of the muscle mass. You kept quiet, not questioning him on what happened, rather, you waited until the two of you were home.

The steam filled the bathroom as you lowered yourself into the tub, sighing in comfort as you rested against Reiner's chest. Your head situated on his chest with your fingers glazing over his pecs. Silence was interrupted when Reiner spoke up, uncertainty and doubt filling his voice. "You think I should start back hitting the gym, been getting a bit too big." Trying to crack a joke at the end to lighten the tension, Reiner winced when you tensed in his hold. He knows that you love him the way he is but he can't help but wonder if you would love him even more if he was a bit, smaller?

The silence in the bathroom was deafening and Reiner slightly wished he hadn’t said anything. “You want to hit the gym again, Rei? Is that something you truly want?” you emphasized on the word, leaving a silence that plunged him into thought. Unsure of his feelings to going back to the gym, Reiner quickly gushed out an answer. “I-if you want me to, I can. I don’t mind doing it for you, y’know. Wanna make you happy and everything, if you want me to go back, j-just tell me.” You could hear the pain within Reiner’s voice, you knew deep down, he didn’t want to but that didn’t matter, your answer did; so, he waited.

“What brought this up? Why so sudden?” you asked, not dodging his previous question but wanted a further explanation or excuse as you called it to why so sudden. You pushed yourself off of him, turning to look him in the eyes, searching closely. Still seated on his naked lap, you stared him full in eyes, not backing up until you heard his reason. You could see that he was hiding something, fidgety eyes, arms tucked in; he looked small and the tears at the corner of his eyes weren't helping his case. You knew he hated bringing these things up but you couldn't let it go, his feelings were hurt and that was one of your main priorities. With a quiet sigh, your hands found comfort in his waist, white acrylics smoothing over his rolls. "Oh Rei. Y'know you can talk to me, right? About anything, y'know that?" you asked, softening your face as you pulled his chin so that he could face you.

"Need you too look at me Rei. Need to see those beautiful eyes of yours." you ordered playfully, smiling at the slight redness of his cheeks as his eyes found yours. The two of you stayed there, nothing but silence filling the room yet everything he wanted to say within those moments were spilt and the tears came soon after. "Poor baby, don't cry. Doesn't matter whether you have visible abs or a slight chub, a sharp jawline or chubby cheeks, muscular arms or bulky arms, I love you for you Reiner Mavis Braun. I love you for your smile, your softness around children, how patient you with me when I'm being a brat, the way you gush about different types of flowers and what they mean and so much more. I love you for you and not for your body. Your body is my safe space and besides I like chubby you way better."

With every you said you loved, came a kiss after and you didn't stop until you got every single part of his body. Once you were finished, you leaned back up to find him smiling at you. "You'd make such a good mama, y'know that?" he commented, staring deeply into the eyes that belonged to the love of his life. "Oh yeah? Why don't you make me one then?" you retorted, a wide grin on your face as his eyes widen in shock and in adoration.

"REINER!" you squealed as the buff man pulled you from the shower and over his shoulder as he headed back to the bedroom.

--

"Hi, excuse me, are you Mrs.Smittingham?" you asked politely, a soft smile adorning your face as the lady turned to acknowledge you. "Why yes I am, why?" she asked, seemingly annoyed that you are bothering her, as quickly as your smile came, so did it disappear. " Listen here, you buck tooth, bow legged, big foot, hairy looking half piece of sword fish, the next time you tell my man about his weight, I'll knock them dentures out, real clean." You sneered all in one breath, ignoring the shock look that adorned her face. "Oh and before I forget, my man don't want nothing that came from that Sahara desert you got down there. He got all that he needs, riight here."

#anime #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #reiner x reader #reiner braun x black reader #reiner braun #reiner smut #reiner braun fluff #reiner braun angst #attack on titan angst #attack on titan fluff

[lunaslovelyrambles]

-> hey i wrote a sequel to this :)

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you're the first person he looks for - always. before the two of you even started dating he'd seek out your eyes in a crowd. your eyes. not anyone else's.

reiner was a quick learner when it came to the ODM gear. he'd whip through one of the training courses nearly flawlessly. then, once he was back at the start, he'd give you a wink and a cocky grin. and oh how he loved the way you'd roll your eyes with a small smile at his annoying confidence.

he's too damn cute for his own good sometimes.

this carries over into the rest of your time in the military: his desire to look for you, make sure that you're alive. when you're both in trost, fighting actual titans, he tries to always keep an eye on you.

it's hard when you're in different squadrons. yet he still finds himself searching for you throughout the city. through the titan massacring his fellow cadets, he still looks for you.

he's careless. as he's distracted by the thought of finding you, he nearly misses a titan running towards him.

"look out-!" he finally heard your call as you soar by on your ODM gear to slice the titan's ankle. it was seconds away from attacking him.

you didn't have to do that. regardless of if you showed up or not, he would've been fine. but you didn't know that. a pang runs through his chest at the reminder of the weight of a warrior.

"better watch your back, braun. or i might actually rank higher than you when we graduate." this time, you're the one grinning and giving him a smirk. despite your expression, he can still see the way your fingers clench the handle of your gear. you're shaken beyond belief.

he realizes then that he loves you.

"yeah, thanks." he's still a little out of it. the rush from the sudden attack to the rush of emotions that he just felt sent him into a daze. he's surprised that he managed to respond to you at all.

you notice this, he doesn't care.

the thought of being in love with you terrifies him. he's not supposed to feel this way about you.. a supposed devil in the eyes of his homeland. still he does. and there's no stopping it now, he's too far gone for his own good.

he crashes his lips to yours and doesn't look back.

reiner knows. he knows that he's fucked. he knows, but there's nothing that can stop him now from caring for you. for loving you. for always making sure that you're okay first. by looking for you, your eyes, first.

even as he reveals his true identity to eren on the walls by saying that he's the armored titan. he looks at you. you break before his eyes, he breaks harder.

when he came to that island, he thought there would be nothing that could tear him away from his goal. no island devil could deter him from fulfilling his duty as a warrior.

you aren't a devil, though, you're an angel.

an angel whose eyes he loves, and soul he loves even more.

an angel he swears to look for again, someday.

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-> masterlist

#reiner angst is like my cocaine #i did have plans for a happy ending oops <3 #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #reiner braun x you #reiner x you

[honeybleed]

series masterlist

content & warnings: fem!reader, modern au, college au, smut (oral f. receiving, breastplay, piv, spit balling, reiner nasty here👨🏽‍🦯)

author’s note: this is very much inspired the amazing vee and her reijean fics and headcanons! please check them out i adore her so much, she is an amazing author 💓 mdni banner credit to @/cafekitsune

word count: 4.2k

In the final few days of the semester, Jean had holed himself up in the art department's pottery studio.

He wanted to make a handcrafted gift for his mother back home, who had another recurrence of cancer and was currently living in a hospice.

Jean's mother wasn't weak-willed.

Looks can be deceiving. At first glance, the plump woman of short stature with rosy cheeks and mousy brown hair often scraped back into a ponytail appeared timid.

However, raising her son by herself didn't allow her to rely on others and she hated pity. Murmurs and tuts, sighs of sympathy sent her into a rage.

During breaks when Jean visited out of concern, she'd shoo him away.

"Ma please." Jean tutted as he watched her in the armchair. "I came all this way to see you, why can't I stay here?"

Rolling her eyes, she groaned as her eyes fixated on crocheting.

"God, I really must have one foot in the grave if you insist on imprinting yourself on me now." She scowled as she put down the crotchet hooks in her lap and met his eyes.

"Ma!" Jean sighed frustratedly, dragging his hand down his face. He took a deep breath as he screwed his eyes shut. "Don't say shit like that!"

He knew he was a spoiled child. An ungrateful kid who pushed his mother away at every turn. And he couldn't bear how it took her diagnosis for him to realise the error of his ways.

There was only so much 'you were just a kid' from her lips softly could do. It made him resent himself deeply. Plagued with constant shame and guilt about how he treated his mother.

The two had a candid conversation. It was raw and he remembered snivelling into her lap despite his six foot three frame as he gripped the hem of her dress.

She urged him not to visit and to enjoy his summer after graduation. He wasn't too sure despite her insistence.

"If I see you skulking around here, I'm not gonna even acknowledge your existence. Do you understand?" Her voice echoed in his head.

His memory dissipated away as you entered.

"Yo, Jean!" You called out as you pushed the heavy door of the pottery studio open.

"Hi pretty girl, you need me for something?" He smiled, his bright brown eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

You approached Jean and leaned over to inspect the clay on the pottery wheel as he turned his focus on moulding the wet clay in his hands.

Always flirting. But never a move was made. It irked you at first but you left it. Hell would freeze over before you pursued a man.

"Just wondering why you cooped yourself up in here all day." You responded as you folded your arms, leaning against the wall.

"Tryna make some present for my Ma." He snorted. "Since summer's coming up. Figured since all she ever wants is to receive a homemade gift. She hates store-bought crap. Maybe you can help me out."

"Oh...with what?"

"I'm trying to work the clay into the shape of a cat but I'm having trouble with the ears."

"Oh yeah, she was pretty fond of cats. What was the name of the tabby cat you guys had?" You asked as you reached out to adjust Jean’s fingers, moulding a part of the cat's ear that he was working on.

"Felix! Yeah, she was heartbroken when he passed away. I don't even have a reference photo, I'm working from memory mostly." He chuckled. "She spoiled that cat, lemme tell ya. Sure she loved him more than me."

Your first love. The unrequited love that had been chipping away at your heart for over a decade belonged to none other than Jean.

Your mind changed. You could never pinpoint the exact moment you fell for him.

Maybe it was in the summers when you sat side by side on the steaming kerb as orange ice pops dripped down the stone slabs.

Perhaps it was when your fingers frozen from the subzero conditions shook from how long you worked on the snowmen only for some older bullies in your neighbourhood to kick it down, leaving you in tears and Jean fighting (and losing).

It could've been when a popular guy in your grade asked you for homecoming and bailed last minute since it was at your expense to make everybody laugh, and Jean decided to ditch and bring you to the nearby lake where you star gazed all night.

Either way, Jean Kirstein had always been a constant in your life.

"What are your plans after graduation?" You chirped. "I was thinking we could go somewhere."

"What'd you have in mind..?" He smiled. "Cos I was just thinking of heading back home. Maybe get a part-time job n live with Ma since-"

He paused.

"You know she'd hate that." You chuckled.

"I know." He got up from the stool, heading over to wash his hands. "I'm gonna head over to the sports department."

Your face instantly soured. You knew all too well who would be there. Miss Black Belt Mikasa Ackerman.

"...Why?"

"What do you mean why...?" Jean replied.

"Jean, for god's sake. She doesn't even spare a glance at you."

"Don't you think I know that?" He said, voice shaky. "I'm well aware that Mikasa will never feel the same way about me."

Bile was scratching at your throat. God, you hate Jean Kirstein.

Hate him, hate him, hate him.

Every time he still went on about Mikasa all it did was shatter your heart. Why did you have to be stuck in the middle of this?

Why did you have to love a man who was in love with another? Mikasa had kindly let him down so many times.

That's what made it worse you suppose. The fact she paid him complete dust and he still was fawning over her.

You remember sobbing into your sister's lap, bawling like a baby when it hit you that Jean was in too deep with this infatuation.

"Don't you know it riles men up more if you flat-out reject them?" Your sister giggled as she gently smoothed the back of your head.

Love isn't transactional. You didn't expect Jean to throw himself at your feet when you did basic acts of human kindness such as accompanying him to help his mother in the hospice.

But there was always this twinge of hurt. Everything you do isn't good enough for him.

"Whatever."

"Why do you care anyway?"

You were about to turn on your heel and scream in his face but it was no use.

"You're right, I shouldn't."

Jean stared at you blankly for a few moments, his breath rising sharply.

"Do I need another reason? It's just love. I've had feelings for her since freshman year and that doesn't just go away like you switching off a light."

Jean looked down in disappointment and frustration. He felt ashamed that he was like a lovesick teen at almost twenty-two.

Clearing your throat, you figured you might as well drop the bomb.

"Well...Reiner invited me to spend the summer with him."

Jean's demeanor changed instantly and his smile dropped from his face. He paused the pottery wheel, with his lips pursed.

"Oh yeah? Is that so?"

"Mhm. He's old money rich...and I've never been to Europe before." You said nonchalantly as you shrugged.

Jean's jaw tightened. Completely irritated.

"So...are you gonna go?"

"I mean...why not? I don't have plans and I'm not really wanting to head back home."

His expression betrayed his jealousy, failing to compose himself to not seem overbearing or controlling. He was struggling to hide his resentment of Reiner.

During the fall semester, you, Reiner and Jean were in a group for an assignment that counted for a good chunk of your grade.

Jean wasn't exactly an academic genius and neither were you, but you both knew when to pick yourselves up by the bootstraps and get down to work. Organizing meet-ups to plan things out. And he bailed each and every time.

Reiner Braun as cliché as it was, was the big man on campus.

His family gave regular donations to the college meaning he could mess around and get off with barely a slap on the wrist.

Jean couldn't bear it. On the rare occasions, Reiner bothered to show up, he'd goof off and a pet name from him to you would make you forget how much he was screwing the two of you over.

Not to mention Reiner was one the few people who still bothered to call Jean "Horseface".

Eventually, Jean and you submitted the work without Reiner's contribution. Jean scolding you not to add Reiner's name.

"So...you'll be spending the entire summer with him?"

"N-no!" You stuttered. "He's just...sweet!"

Jean gave you a look of contempt. He knew full well Reiner was nicknamed 'Virgin Killer'.

"Sweet? What because he invited you to his mansion? Because he called you pretty?" Jean said, almost mockingly.

"Why do you even hate him? He was chill during that project." You said nonchalantly.

"You've got to be kidding me." Jean hissed. "He was 'chill'?! He didn't do any of the work!" Jean protested. "And then he had the nerve to sit there and gloat like he did jackshit!"

"Jean, just come. I want you with me."

"No thanks." Jean said sharply.

"Why not? It's not often you get to stay at a mansion."

"This is stupid." Jean grumbled. "How long do we gotta stay?"

"He said three months."

"Three months?! Nope. I can't. Even if you're there, he's still a dick."

"Jean, your Mom told you not to come back and you know that. So just come with me, hm?"

"She's in pain and she doesn't have much time left. I can't just stand by and refuse to visit her. My mom needs me..."

"You know if you go back, she'll give you silent treatment."

"Yeah, she will...she always does that when I upset her."

"So why don't we just spend two weeks then? Huh?"

"Two weeks doesn't sound nearly as bad. But can you promise me we won't spend the whole time with that jerkoff?"

"Can't promise you that."

Jean let out a sigh as he seemed to relent as his anger and jealousy both subsided for the moment.

"But we're not hanging out with him all the time. We're doing our own thing and he doesn't need to be involved with us at all."

"It's his house!" You said with a disbelieving laugh.

"Just because his name is on the deed of the place doesn't mean he needs to be glued to our hip the whole time. We're gonna be there for two weeks. I don't see why we can't just hang out on our own."

"That's not very nice of you." You said curtly, hands on your hips.

"Well, it wasn't 'nice of him' when he didn't contribute anything to our project." He ran his fingers through his hair after he washed his hands in the metal basin with an air of defeat to his voice. "Do you really like this guy...?" He asked, an edge to his voice.

You didn't reply but the shy look on your face told him all he needed to know.

"Just....don't fall for his bullshit. He's gonna hurt you. I’ll think about it."

"Like you haven't already hurt me enough." You muttered internally.

Little did Jean know, you had already popped your cherry. To Reiner.

After the group project, you and Reiner began to sleep with each other frequently.

You felt awful after Jean and you had submitted your work without Reiner. You wanted to add his name but Jean was adamant about it.

You were worried there would be bad blood between you and Reiner after it, but a few days after he jogged up to you as he called your name when you were leaving a lecture.

He asked you to be his study buddy but with the way he looked at you, it was clear as day he had an ulterior motive to it all.

"Really? I'm not that good of a student." You snickered.

"I don't need Einstein. Just...help me out a bit, yeah?" Reiner pleaded.

It was hard to say no to Reiner Braun. Everything about the man oozed sex appeal. The way he towered over you, the stubble and strong jawline.

You loved his fluffy blond hair the most.

"If you say so." You shrugged.

"Reiner, if you keep going on your phone there's no use of you staying here." You said as you faced him, in an agitated tone, when he finally came over to your dorm to start said study sessions.

And there was a slight twinge of jealousy when you caught a glimpse of Reiner's phone and he was sexting somebody.

He gave you a sheepish grin.

"Ah, sorry pretty baby." He switched off his phone and tossed it across the fleece duvet cover on your bed. "Look, you got my full attention now. See?"

You sighed as you could feel a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. The pet name made your cheeks heat up. You cleared your throat.

"I told you we should've gone library. People can't concentrate in their bedrooms. Let alone bed."

"Oh, c'mon." Reiner smiled as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Why would I wanna be there when I can have you all to myself here?"

The million-dollar smile you saw too often when his team won a big game on campus, and they all threw him up in the air, his handsome face on the flat screen.

You backed up, the books and notes falling off the bed as Reiner nudged his forehead against yours as your back hit the headboard.

"I'm sure we could get up to more interesting things than this crap." He murmured. Not kissing you just yet. Breath tickling your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"...Reiner." You stuttered. "We shouldn't-"

"What? Do you have a man, honey? He doesn't need to know."

"No...I'm single. It's just.."

"What? Don't tell me it's Horseface." Reiner snorted. "Everybody on campus knows about that tragic Eren, Mikasa and Jean triangle."

You winced at him saying it aloud.

"I just..." You pulled a face. "I'm a virgin, Reiner. I haven't even had my first kiss."

"You've got to be kidding me." Reiner said, eyes widening.

You felt humiliation wash over you.

"I know, it makes me-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there." Reiner said firmly as he pulled away from invading your personal space. "You're telling me a girl as beautiful as you hasn't lost her v-card? Let alone her first kiss? I refuse to believe that."

"Reiner, I have no reason to lie." You said with an uneasy laugh.

"That smile..." He said in awe as he cupped your jaw. "A girl like you should never go without kisses, honey. It's a damn shame."

Thinking back, it was a bit funny.

On paper it'd be easy to brush off Reiner's praise, you had seen him exchanging dirty messages with somebody whilst he was sat beside you.

But the way those light brown eyes full of warmth gazed at you, and the way his voice softened as he said that, it had to be authentic.

Or maybe you were naive.

Either way, that was the story of what led up to Reiner killing two birds with one stone by being your first kiss and taking your virginity.

Jean Kirstein loved jumping to conclusions. He thought Reiner Braun was a big bad wolf preying on you and you wanted to laugh his face about it.

There was a multitude of reasons why you kept Reiner as a fuck buddy.

You were sleeping with Reiner to spite Jean. Spite him for making you feel so inferior to Mikasa all these years. And you went along with being nothing but a hookup to Reiner.

The aspect was thrilling. The killing blow of Jean discovering this was going to be sweet. It was malicious of you but he had hurt you, albeit unintentionally.

Reiner liked you for many reasons.

He loved the fact that if he came on a specific day, you were strict about which candle you'd use.

If he came over on a Friday evening, the room would have the aroma of lime, basil and mandarin wafting around. If it was a Saturday, it'd be cedarwood and vanilla.

Your room was always so comforting to him, his large frame amongst the plush pillows and comforters as he basked in the orange fairy lights as very soft RnB was in the background.

There'd been a few times when you'd put him on some songs or even shared your playlist.

He enjoyed the fact he had a front seat to the transition of you always dressing up in something lacy and sexy that bared your nipples when he came over to settling for regular baggy shirts.

Reiner was lounging on your bed, shirtless with his arms propped underneath his head. You approached him, settling on the edge of the mattress.

Sitting on one knee and your leg on the ground. Leaning in to peck his lips gently. You were sure friends with benefits didn't do that but sharing affection with him was natural at this point.

His hand slipped under your shirt, the pad of his thumb gently massaging circles on your hip with a smile.

"You good?"

"Yeah." You settled on as you gazed at him.

"You excited for the trip?"

"I wanna invite Jean if that's okay."

Reiner tilted his head, furrowing his brows in bewilderment.

"...Why?" He responded with an awkward laugh.

"Look, Jean can be intolerable at times-"

"Understatement."

"But underneath all of that, there's a very sweet guy. Loyal. Responsible, caring. He's going through a lot at the moment, shit he's barely processed himself."

"Sounds like you have a crush on him." Reiner remarked.

"Reiner...!"

"I'm teasing! But I know he means a lot to you. I'm always down to invite people if he's not gonna be a dick." Reiner settled on as he cracked his knuckles.

"Why do you two even hate each other?"

"Look, it's not that I don't like the guy. He's just really competitive and always trying to one-up me. Plus, we both have a thing for you and it gets awkward when we're all in one room."

"He does not have a thing for me. You know he's hung up on her."

"Yeah, yeah. All I know is during the group work if I so much as looked at you, he was jumping down my throat." Reiner said as he shook his head.

"You're sweet, Rei." You giggled as you straddled his lap.

"Honey, don't start with that "Rei" crap. You only do that when you want something." He chuckled as he turned away when you kissed along his jaw.

"Why can't I just show you how much I appreciate you?" You jutted your lower lip out as you batted your eyelashes.

His large and calloused hand settled on the nape of your neck as he pulled you close to meet your lips.

You melted into him as your lips moved in a steady rhythm, and you gasped when you felt the warm, wet muscle of his tongue slip past the seam of your lips.

Skin alight and nipples achingly hard. Reiner knew all the ways to get you turned on and begged for him fast with just a swipe of his tongue.

"You still not used to that, baby?" He chuckled darkly as he flicked his tongue against yours.

"It is a bit of a surprise." You murmured, unable to stop smiling.

"God, you're adorable." Reiner grinned.

Without warning, he flipped you onto your stomach. Getting off the mattress and pulling down his pants, you felt the wind knocked out of your chest as Reiner practically manhandled you to position you on all fours on the bed.

Never in your life had you felt this exposed when he yanked down your shorts and panties, tossing them onto the floor.

Smacking your plump ass and grinning impishly to himself at the recoil, he spread your cheeks wide, mouth salivating at your wet pussy and puckered asshole on display.

He chuckled playfully as he teased your heat with his tongue, absolutely relishing in the sweet sounds of your moans and gasps.

Continuing to worship your body with his mouth, alternating between licking and nibbling at your sensitive spots, sliding a finger inside.

"That's right, pretty baby. Let it all out for me." His hand kneading and palming at your breast, roughly as he intensified his oral assault.

"There you go..." He clambered on the mattress behind you, his cock throbbing with need as he whispered in your ear as he licked the shell of it.

He flipped you onto your back with a smug smile, ego-inflated. He grabbed his girthy shaft and began to rub his tip teasingly against your glistening folds.

You stammered his name.

His head was full with the way you gasped and writhed beneath him, your eyes pleading with him to fill you up.

"You want it?" He asked, his voice low. "Want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight?"

"Want you s'bad, Rei." You mewled.

"Take all of me. Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock."

You winced at how harshly Reiner's fingers gripped onto your hips as he slammed into you almost ruthlessly.

Your fists bunched up the sheets as you felt his cock glide against your gummy walls, every vein and the way he slide into you had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He kissed you deeply as you came, pulling out at the last moment so that he could coat your stomach with the sticky warm threads.

He leaned over you and, scooped up the hot cum from your stomach with his tongue, licking it up slowly and sensually.

When he gathered enough of it, he hovered over your lips and spat the cum into your mouth, watching as you swallowed it down.

"You're such a dirty girl," He said with a grin. "Wonder how our little Jean boy would react if he knew his best friend was a total slut, mhm?"

"Don't wanna talk about him right now." You muttered eyes half lidded from how spent you were as your felt your lips swollen and savored the taste of Reiner's cum.

"That's it. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?" He smiled as he gripped your chin, his thumb pressing underneath your tongue. It was slightly discomforting but thrilling all the same.

"Wanna keep you all to myself." He murmured as he released his grip and placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

You hated it when he said things like this. It was only the heat of the moment. He has a whole roster of women waiting for him for the rest of the week.

Instead of speaking, you simply slid your hand into his and squeezed it.

"Can't wait to fuck you in every room." He chuckled darkly as he pulled you up against him, kissing your neck.

Your eyebrows furrowed when Reiner left the next morning. He was an early bird and preferred to be out before the dean caused a ruckus.

Why was Jean's mother calling you?

"Hi darling." She cooed. "I hope I didn't wake you too early. I know Jeanie is probably fast asleep."

"Nah, it's fine. I was up anyways. How are you?" You responded as you fished for the discarded clothes across your bedroom's carpet.

"Nothing to complain." She snickered. "Jean's been pestering me about coming here."

"I told him to drop it."

"I know that boy is stubborn. He dropped something about you inviting him to stay at some college friend's mansion?"

"He did? He seemed like he didn't wanna go at all."

"Oh, he doesn't. It was just because I asked about you." She said plainly.

"You and Jean would make a lovely couple."

This was a sentence that popped up every single time you came to Jean's mother's home or even called. She even said it in the presence of the both of you, resulting in Jean to stutter and grow crimson red.

"I just worry about him. It makes me sound selfish, but I wanted to have grandchildren before I go." She sighed. "But time is a luxury for me."

"I get it. But...Jean is Jean. He has eyes for another."

Jean being a father at twenty two would've been hilarious.

"That's a pity. Well, just do me a favor and try to persuade him to go to your little friend's house."

"I'll-"

“Now who was it?” You groaned internally, yanking the door open.

You gave Jean a one over as he loomed over you.

"You can tell him yourself." You said wryly as you shoved your phone into Jean's hand.

"Ma, stop calling Y/N every time you can't reach me!" He groaned as he followed in after you.

After him squabbling with his mom, he hung up and turned to face you with a scowl.

"Why was Reiner leaving here?" He asked.

You shrugged.

"He's probably seeing somebody in these dorms." You lied through your teeth. "What brings you here?"

"I'll come with you."

"How long?"

"Two weeks."

"Alright. Deal." You smiled as you pinched his cheek. "Don't do your energy vampire crap."

"Shut up." He snapped.

author’s note: first chapter out YAYAYA 🌚 lawl the ride is gonna be wild so strap in. all of em are a mess but we move ANYWAYSSS TY FOR READING IF U GOT THIS FAR LOL REBLOGS N COMMENTS ALWAYS APPRECIATED 😁

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[sanb3rry]

is it love if every waking hour it’s you who’s always on his mind? your smile, the way your eyes light up when he enters the room, how you’ve forgiven him for all the sins he’s committed just because you love him.

he’d never be able to have a normal life with you, one in which you two could sit on the porch of your first house in the morning peacefully as he admires the way you drink your coffee. he can’t be the one who you wake up to every morning, he can’t be the one who gets to cook dinner with you every night as you sway along with the music.

in spite of all that, you choose to stay and love him, for that he’ll love you always and forever.

suguru geto, eren yeager, reiner braun, bonten!sanzu haruchiyo, bonten!ran haitani, bonten!rindou haitani, bonten!kakucho hitto, bonten!kokonoi hajime, tenjiku!izana kurokawa

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[hentyehottie]

chileee what is up with me & angst 😭 I was able to salvage this from my notes so I thought why not post it lol probably my first and last aot piece cause idk how to write them fr 😭 & sorry to the Reiner loves cause I wrote him so mean 😭

cw: fat shaming, fat phobia, best friend Eren, ex-boyfriend Reiner, mention of cheating, verbal abuse, mention of k!lling, friends to lovers, one sided pining, sorry if I missed anything!

Word count is undetermined but it’s not that long.

❀

Eren hasn’t said a word to you since you arrived at his apartment, puffy eyed and soaking wet from the rain, just stepped out of the way and allowed you to walk in. 

You didn’t blame him, it’d been quite a while since the two of you had last spoken. Two or three weeks maybe, you couldn’t remember. It was difficult keeping track of time when your mind was slowly but surely shutting down. Either way it made you feel like shit. 

You wanted to to sit and talk to him but your first priority was getting out of those wet clothes. You went straight to his bedroom, closing yourself in the en-suite.

You let the shower run for a little bit, fogging up the room and hopefully drowning out your sorrow as you sit on the covered toilet, aimlessly scrolling. You checked the notifications on your phone, tapping around until you heard your ex-boyfriend’s voice projecting from the speakers. 

“Baby, just come back home. Please, let’s just talk about it.” “Hear me out, Y/N. I’m sorry okay, just come back.”

The way he was pleading you’d think he actually gave a damn about you.

“Come on Y/N,” There’s a short pause and a deep sigh. You know it’s coming. You hear the change in his tone, that false compassion and empathy has withered away. “Let’s face it, Y/N. Nobody’s gonna want you but me. Nobody’s into fat bitches. You’re lucky your face is cute. Nothing but a pretty face and a hole to fuck. Or should I say holes? I’m sure a slut like you takes it up the ass too-.”

Globs of hot tears ran down your face, budding at your chin and pooling on the screen of your phone. You deleted the nasty voice message Reiner left, only thirteen seconds into the minute and twelve second voice message, his harsh words breaking your heart all over again. 

The wound was still fresh and he did nothing but cut you deeper. Why was he like that???

Blocking his number so you wouldn’t receive anymore, you were ready to be done with this shit. Ready to heal from Reiner and all the bullshit he‘s put you through.

After your eyes are cried out and your skin is parched from the piping hot water, you finally exit. 

You didn’t leave with anything except your purse, phone and the clothes on your back, so you’re more than grateful to see a white tshirt and a towel on Eren’s bed waiting for you. The shirt was a little tight on your arms and the hem ended right at the cusp of your butt but it was better than nothing. 

The California King in his bedroom looked freshly made, plush and inviting, but you’d spent far too many nights alone in an empty bed while your so-called partner occupied another. You should’ve known that’s how it’d be when you decided to get yourself into a domesticated situationship with a narcissistic cheater.

You opted for the couch, where Eren was also sitting. He’s munching on a bowl of cereal watching some crime documentary. The atmosphere is dull, but it’s not as bad as you thought it’d be.

“Hey!”

He didn’t bother feigning the same excitement, sending nothing but a head nod you’re way but you’re still grateful to get something out of him.

Maybe he was annoyed, which he had every right to be. It was late as hell, around three in the morning, and you honestly felt a little bad. Showing up out of the blue and forcing him to share his space. 

“I really appreciate you letting me stay here, there were no rooms available anywhere.”

He ignored you, you figured he would. He hasn’t said much since you’ve been there. He’s treating you as if you’re a stranger, almost.

Unfortunately the documentary has lost all of his interest, he figured out the wife was the killer all along and there’s no reason to keep watching. 

Now he’s stretching out, manspreading if you will, with his legs cocked open. He’s sporting that same bored look, except now he’s on his phone watching TikTok’s with his volume obnoxiously loud.

Honestly, he didn’t even touch this app unless he was watching the shit ton of videos you sent him at some manic hour of the night. But right now he needed something to distract him. To distract him from everything only you made him feel.

“I get paid Friday, I can send you something once it’s deposited, my money lookin kinda funny right now so...” 

You’d spent close to your last getting an Uber to Eren’s. You weren’t sure why you even decided to come to Eren’s. Your parents lived in the same city and they probably would’ve been more welcoming than he was being right about now. 

“When have I ever asked you to pay me back for anything y/n?” 

His tone isn’t cold or mean, but indifferent. Like he doesn’t care. You’re sure he doesn’t. 

The tension is almost tangible, thick and suffocating.

“I know, but-“ You cut yourself off, stumbling over your words. Your throat is scratchy and your mouth dry. You didn’t know exactly what to say to mend things between you and your bestfriend. 

You hoped to pick up the pieces. Pickup where you left off like the two of y’all always did. But this here just showed how dumb and deluded you really were.

“I’m sorry…you were right.” You feel ashamed. Embarrassed even.

You can feel him staring at you, so you keep your eyes glued to your hands in your lap, twirling your thumbs in hopes to make amends. 

“What are you talking about, y/n?” You can feel his gaze boring into you.

“About Reiner…and every-everything else really. We not getting back together, forreal this time, I can’t.”

He was right about everything. Reiner was an immature asshole. You trusted his smooth talking, pretty smile and it backfired horrendously. 

Reiner was verbally abusive, insecure and mean, and he projected it without a care. Tore you down every chance he got, belittling you until you were almost an empty shell of your former self. 

On top of that, he was insensitive as hell, bullied you worse than any of those middle and high school nobodies you no longer remembered.

He’d probably use his last breath to lie, just because. If you were blind he’d tell you the sun was blue and the sky was yellow, for no reason whatsoever other than to be a dick. 

All of this Eren warned you about, but you just had to go and see for yourself. You fell for the first boy to show interest in you. The first to give you attention and affection. The first one who wasn’t looking to ‘try it out’ with a fat girl or looked at you like some pity case. 

So you thought. 

“You’ve said that before.”

“I know! But I mean it this time, and I’m so sorry for ghosting you and lying a-and putting him first before our friendship cause..I know you wouldn’t do that to me and I’m such an awful person-.”

Your sniffles turned into sobs, deep sobs that shook your entire body against his when he finally went against his stubborn ways and pulled you into a hug. 

You sound sincere, but Eren doesn’t know if he believes you. Hell it wouldn’t be the first time you lied to him about getting back with Reiner.

He wanted to tell you off. Scold you and yell at you for abandoning him. For giving him your ass to kiss cus you thought you were in love, only to come crawling back asking him to pick up the fucking pieces, again.

“I should’ve listened to you.”

Words muffled into his chest but he heard you. 

“You should’ve.” He doesn’t mean to sound condescending but it’s true. “I don’t like seeing you cry.” 

His voice startled you a little bit, velvety and deep, chest rumbling as he still had you pressed up against his frame. The aloof facade cracking with each sob. 

“I’ll handle it.”

He’d handle it. Handle him. 

His arms embraced you tighter. One holding you against him while the other ran down your back, over your thigh then back up again as he allowed you to bawl your eyes out.

“I hate when you talk like that Ren,” You leaned back to look at him. “You know I don’t like unnecessary viole-.” 

He grabs your face mid sentence, squishing your cheeks together, your lips round and pouty as you stared back at him. 

“How’s it unnecessary when my princess is sitting here with tears running down her pretty ass face?”

It slipped but he made no attempt to correct it.

His princess. He’d always called you a princess, especially when y’all were younger. He found it very intriguing how spoiled you were, especially by the men in your life. Dad, uncles, even Eren himself. 

He remembers saving up his little paychecks from working part time to spoil you as well, buying you little trinkets and gifts you probably didn’t even have anymore. 

Nothing was unnecessary when it came to his princess. He’d die for you. Kill for you, even. You were the light of his dim life. Why wouldn’t you just realize it?

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[imjustasimpxd]

My Angel (Part Three)

➬ Reiner Braun x Fem reader

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Summary : Reiner was always taught that the devils of Paradis were vicious creatures, but what is he supposed to do when he soon finds himself reluctantly falling for one? Or when he is forced to go back to Marley and leave her altogether?

Word count : Almost 4, 300 words

Warnings : nothing really, reader is upset and isolates herself, Jean comforting reader,

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.

***Important Note***

Hello my dears, I’m sorry for going on hiatus HAHA, I was super busy with school and work, plus on top of that I had major personal issues that were just too overwhelming to deal with at the time; and I couldn’t even write at all until I got it solved. I was under a lot of stress and was feeling really down about a lot of things in my life so I stopped writing for a little while. But I’m doing better now and I started writing again! So here’s the long awaited chapter three :))) I’m legit just gonna be turning this into a series so stay tuned for more parts! I appreciate your support and patience! <333

“Y/n?” There was a gentle voice at your door, followed by a few quiet knocks against the wood. “Y/n, can I come in?”

Your head slowly lifted from the fetal position you had succumbed to, your vision still blurry with tears as they glanced across your bedroom to the entryway. Barely anything was visible in the dark expanse of your room, except the silhouette of a shadow under your door; a shadow you quickly recognized as Jean’s.

“Yeah, I guess.” You answered his request, quickly lifting your fingers to wipe away the tears littering your skin.

The door then opened slowly, allowing the light from the outside hallway to seep through; its piercing glow caused your eyes to squint after being in the dark for so long. Although, once you began to adjust to the brightness, you were able to make out Jean’s figure entering your room, along with a tray of food he was holding in his hands.

“Hey,” his voice was soft, a tender smile lining his lips as he walked over to your bedside; one of his hands then reached towards your nightstand to turn on the lamp. “There, that’s better. Did you turn nocturnal or something?” He teased, hoping to cheer you up in some small way.

Although, as his eyes glanced toward you, seeing no alleviation in your downcast expression, he realized it was going to take much more than a simple joke to bring you out of this fog you were enclosed in.

“I uh, I noticed you didn’t come down for dinner again.” Jean sighed and spoke with a gentle tone, awkwardly trying to change the subject. “So here, I brought you something.” He quickly stretched his arms outward to show you the tray of food he was holding, hoping it would improve your mood; even by the smallest amount.

You grinned faintly at his gesture. “Thanks, you can set it on my desk. I’ll eat it later.”

Jean’s eyebrows lowered at your words; that wasn’t the answer he was hoping for.

You said the same exact thing when he visited last night, and as he walked over to your desk to set your meal down like you asked, he realized it was foolish of him to believe you.

Already sitting there was the plate he previously brought you yesterday; the same one you promised you wouldn’t allow to go cold.

The food was uneaten, its texture now dry and spoiled after sitting out all night; even the fork he settled beside your plate was in the same exact spot he positioned it in before he left.

A disappointed sigh escaped Jean’s lips as he set the new meal down on your desk, knowing it would go to waste as well.

It’s a pity, had you not wasted it, Sasha would’ve been more than happy to eat at least half of your serving for you; just like she always did.

She used to demand to sit next to you for every meal, because you were the only one who was kind enough to let her steal your food. It started off as just a few bites of course, nothing too covetous, but, as time went by, she started unintentionally stealing almost half your plate.

She’d always apologize thoroughly for it though; she even began buying you a couple sweets from the local shop afterward to make up for it.

Sooner or later, it became a normal routine for you both. She’d eat her portion, as well as half of yours, then later she’d get you something in return. It was a fair trade, and it brought the two of you closer in the process.

Every meal since then was quite entertaining; not to mention loud. It always started with your thunderous laughter after Sasha, once again, scarfed down her food too fast that she ended up coughing. Following that was Connie’s usual “slow down, the food isn’t going anywhere,” comment that would always spark a brainless argument between the two.

Once their fight got more heated than just trivial little jabs, Jean would always step in and order them to cut it out. And every single time, almost like clockwork, Connie would call Jean his permanent nickname of “horse-face” that immediately had the whole table erupting in laughter; especially Eren.

Every meal it was something, and every single time you were doubling over in a convulsing laughter that you couldn’t breathe from. Between Sasha’s coughing, the silly arguments, and the non-stop jokes: the dinner table was always eventful, and your smile was always present.

But now, things had changed.

Ever since the catastrophe that occurred two weeks ago, you stopped attending dinner; and for once, the table was relatively silent.

With only one plate to tackle, Sasha didn’t eat as frantically as she used to. Because of that, Connie’s comments about her speed weren’t made anymore, and Jean didn’t have to play patrol officer and break up any more fights. There weren’t as many jokes for Eren to laugh at, or a noise problem that Mikasa could complain about.

For the first time, the dinner table was quiet, uncomfortably quiet.

Your seat remained vacant for the past two weeks, as did Reiner and Bertholdt’s; but no one needed to ask why, the reason for that was already blatantly clear.

It pained them all to sit at that table without you, to witness the way you isolated yourself, but they knew better than to confront you about it.

There was no point in discussing it, lest they wanted to rehash their grievances for the hundredth time.

So, Jean resorted to bringing your meals directly to you instead; that way you could still get the food you needed without having to interact with anyone before you were ready.

That in itself became a routine of its own: Jean would come to check on you in the early mornings when you’d skipped breakfast, bringing you something light to start your day with; and then at night he repeated the process.

And every single time he came to check up on you, your face wore the same grief-stricken expression as the day before.

Of course, he didn’t exactly expect you to be bursting with joy after what had happened; it was completely normal for you to be upset about it.

Reiner and Bertholdt were their friends after all; their comrades who they fought alongside for years. It was a stab to the heart to be betrayed by them, but, what’s worse is things didn’t stop there either. After the betrayal was the battle, the same battle that wiped out more than half of the military corps, including their trusted commander.

As if the betrayal itself wasn’t already agonizingly painful, the death toll that followed was more than enough reason to feel as dejected as you were right now. It was the bloodiest mission you’d ever encountered before, and the aftermath was beyond heartbreaking, especially since the enemy still managed to escape in the end.

Jean understood why you were isolating yourself; others did too for a little while. And though he wanted to, the reason he never pushed you about rejoining the land of the living was because he knew you were hurting; and the last thing he wanted to do was make things worse for you.

But as his eyes narrowed in on that plate of wasted food you promised him you’d eat, he realized he might’ve been too lenient on you.

You never ate a whole lot of what he would bring you, but you were still getting something, and that was enough for Jean.

Although now that you’d stopped eating altogether, that was officially his last straw.

“What’s the point in telling me you’ll eat later if you never do?” Jean suddenly spoke up, causing you to flinch slightly at the sudden noise.

His voice sounded stiff; almost as if he was frustrated at you. Your head tilted upward to examine the expression across his face, and sure enough, you realized your assumption was correct. His jaw was clenched together tightly, and his eyes stared you down with an irritated glare.

“Well?!” He asked once again, his tone increasing with annoyance as he awaited your response.

“I’m just not hungry right now.” You answered dismissively, as if he was foolish to even be asking such a thing. “I’ll eat when I wake up.” Your words were followed by a subtle roll of your eyes. Your hands then gripped the blanket lying next to you, petulantly yanking it over your shoulders as you plopped down onto your pillow. “Now, goodnight.”

You knew full well that you were acting a bit childish, especially when Jean was only trying to look out for you. But you were too fed up at this point to apologize for your stubbornness.

Every single time you saw anyone it was always the same “look who decided to join us” comment, or worse: a dozen or so questions that you didn’t feel like answering.

Most of them were the usual “how are you feeling?” or “do you want to talk about it?” However, there were always those irritating ones they just had to ask: the ones about Reiner.

As if you even had the mental strength to think about him in the first place, they were still expecting a full report on what you thought about his actions, or what you’d do now that he’s gone.

Their curiosity always seemed to far outweigh their regard for your feelings on the matter; that’s why you resorted to isolation. It quickly became too overwhelming to deal with the bombardment of questions they were ready to unload on you; so, you stayed away, refusing to give them the chance to do so in the first place.

But now Jean was doing the same thing: invading your barracks and asking those bothersome questions you didn’t feel like answering.

Maybe you were just emotional right now, and perhaps being a little too sensitive. Nevertheless, you just wanted him to leave; you just wanted to be left alone.

“Fine then.” You heard Jean scoff. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you just closed your eyes, nuzzling your face into the blanket as you waited to hear the usual defeated sigh slip past his lips; along with the closing of your bedroom door that would follow soon after.

Just a few more seconds and he’d storm out; surrounding your ears with a jarring echo after he tumultuously slammed that wooden door behind him.

Any second now…

Just one more minute, and then you’d hear it; you were sure of it!

However, the seconds kept creeping by, and there was still no sound to indicate the opening of that door. Rather, an unexpected sound emerged from the silence instead.

You immediately turned around to see what the commotion was about, as well as to find out why he was even still here in the first place.

You didn’t exactly know what you expected to see when you glanced over your shoulder, but watching Jean pull the chair out from under your desk and take a seat was definitely not what you imagined.

“What are you doing??” You groaned in annoyance.

He obviously wasn’t getting the hint that you wanted him to leave, or perhaps he was and just refused to meet your demands.

“Oh? Did you need something?” He asked, as if this was normal, as if you were the one disrupting his peace.

“I thought you were leaving.”

“I never said that.” He leaned back in your chair, extending his legs across the floor; almost like he planned on staying a while.

You stared him down with a glare, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, his gaze was fixated out the window, admiring the moon’s captivating glow from the comfort of your dimly lit bedroom.

“Fine, stay then, I don’t care.” You snapped, laying back down with a dramatic huff; continuing your sulking.

Why was he being so difficult? You just weren’t in the mood to be around anyone? Couldn’t he understand that?

Granted, you hadn’t been in the mood to be social for the past two weeks now, but regardless, why couldn’t he just leave you be? That’s all you wanted.

“It’s not going to change anything you know?

“Huh??” You immediately turned back around, quite displeased at him.

If Jean was going to insist on staying, he could at least have the decency to remain silent so that you could sleep. Evidently, he didn’t agree with that notion.

“It’s not going to change anything.” He repeated.

“No, I heard what you said,” you groaned impatiently, not knowing how much more you could take of this. “But what are you talking about?!”

Jean’s voice was quiet but stern, his eyes soon looked over at you with a sympathetic gaze. “Isolating yourself, starving yourself, everything you’ve been doing for the past two weeks.” He paused momentarily, letting out a gentle sigh before speaking once more. “None of it’s going to bring him back, you know?”

Your eyes widened at Jean’s words, your breathing coming to a halt in your lungs. You immediately looked away from him, avoiding his gaze as you stared at the ceiling; trying to hold back those tears you could feel collecting in your eyes.

Jean was right.

None of your sulking or lack of eating would ever be enough to bring Reiner back; No amount of isolation could change the fact that he was gone.

Reiner had chosen to betray and abandon those who trusted him, those who loved him, and that was all there was to it.

He was clearly never coming back, and even if he did, things would never be the same between the two of you again; or anyone else for that matter.

There was nothing left to do except move on and accept the reality of your situation.

But even so, you still couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Despite the things he’d done, you still loved Reiner, and your heart still longed to be with him.

“I know.” You finally spoke up, “but I wish it would.” A gentle sigh jerked past your lips as you quickly turned back around to face the wall again, clearly not wanting to talk about the subject any longer.

Jean eyes lowered at your response, frustrated that you were shutting down once again; just like you’ve been doing for the past two weeks now.

He quickly slumped against the back of your chair with an enervated sigh, feeling like giving up on his efforts to pull you out of this darkness.

Jean had been trying his best to be gentle with you, to make sure you didn’t feel like he was pressuring you. He’d been patient with your stubbornness, he’d been calm and caring, but you didn’t seem to recognize any of that; all you were concerned about was the agony you allowed to cripple you from the inside, and it hurt to be a witness to it.

It hurt to see the way you were torturing yourself, pretending as if you deserved to be put through this pain. It was almost as if you were acting like this was your fault, like you had done something to deserve this.

But that wasn’t true; and Jean could see now that you’d forgotten that.

None of this was your fault, Reiner was the only one to blame here.

It was cruel of him to put you through this; to make you believe you weren’t good enough to make him stay, that you weren’t special enough to be loved by someone.

What kind of monster does that to a person; a person he loves especially?!

Jean couldn’t understand it, it angered him.

Did you truly believe you deserved to be abandoned? Left unloved?

Was Reiner the one who taught you to think that way? Jean’s blood was beginning to boil at just the thought of that.

It was all so frustrating, so heartbreaking. You weren’t the same person anymore, and Reiner was the cause of it.

Ever since his betrayal, Reiner had taken away a piece of you, the same one that used to laugh so loudly at the dinner table, the same one that contained your beautiful smile.

Your true self was withering away because of the crimes carried out by a man who promised to love you; but Jean refused to let it go without putting up a fight.

He wouldn’t stand by and watch the best part of you fall to pieces just because of some idiot who didn’t realize what he had before he threw it away.

You had to be saved from this, reminded that you didn’t need Reiner to be fulfilled, that you were already enough as you were.

You needed to remember all the good things in life that didn’t include Reiner, all the people that still cared deeply for you; people you seemed to forget about within the span of the past two weeks.

If you were ever going to be able to move on, ever going to heal from this: you needed to let Reiner go.

Jean sighed quietly as he stood up from the chair, attempting to try a different approach in hopes to get through to you.

He had tried everything he could think of without breaking any boundaries, but it got him nowhere. This was now officially his last resort, his final chance to rescue you from this darkness before it consumed you fully; leaving no trace left of the person you used to be.

If this didn’t work, then Jean could at least say he tried everything he possibly could; but hopefully, it doesn’t come to that.

Jean inhaled nervously to prepare himself before he slowly made his way over to your bed; placing a tender hand on your shoulder. “Y/n?” Jean spoke in a quiet voice, trying his best not to make you feel overwhelmed or anxious. “Can you please look at me?”

You didn’t move at first, you didn’t want to.

You were fully aware he was just trying to help, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to open up again without breaking down; and that was the last thing you needed right now.

“Y/n please.” Jean’s voice was desperate and pleading, his hand gently rubbing along your shoulder to, hopefully, coax you into giving in.

You let out a gentle sigh, tempted to just unload everything at once now that the offer was standing. It was hurting to keep everything inside like this; bottling it up and hiding it away as if it didn’t matter, as if you didn’t feel like screaming until your throat became dry and sore.

It was becoming too much to bear; the burden was too heavy to carry on your own anymore, and Jean had obviously noticed.

As usual, he could see right through you; penetrating through every wall you built to conceal your true feelings.

Maybe it was easier to stop fighting him, maybe, you really should just give in.

“I just want to know you’re okay.”

Jean’s voice was kind and sympathetic; the gentle caressing of his hand against your shoulder matching that tender tone he was currently using.

He sounded so desperate, so genuinely worried about you; something you couldn’t just ignore no matter how scared you were to open up again.

“Please…”

He pleaded, and by the tone of his voice you could tell this would be the last time; that this was your last chance to accept his offer of confiding in him before he would give up.

Despite your reservations to it, you knew you couldn’t refuse this time, lest you wanted to sign the contract to submit to your grief eternally.

If you were ever going to recover, ever going to restore that old version of yourself that you missed so much, then you’d have to grab ahold of this opportunity before it slipped away forever.

A gentle sigh rumbled in your throat before your body slowly turned to face Jean, watching the way he retracted his hand from your shoulder as you moved.

“I’m not okay.” You shook your head, eyes welling up with tears already. “And I don’t know how to be okay again.” You spoke with a shaken tone, feeling your lip quiver gently as you stared at him.

Barely ten seconds into speaking and you were already struggling to keep it together; feeling your heart clench in your chest at the recollection of all those bottled up thoughts now resurfacing.

Jean’s expression lowered at the sight of you, as if it was hurting him to watch this.

His body gently kneeled in front of your bed, aligning his eyes with yours as he reached to stroke your shoulder once more. “It’s okay, you don’t have to do this alone, no one expects you to.” He said reassuringly, staring at you with a sympathetic and tender gaze.

“I just-“ A sudden sob appeared at the back of your throat, choking the words you were trying to let escape. “I just don’t understand it. Why did he leave me?” You sniffled gently in between sentences. “Why didn’t he care about me?” A quiet sob slipped past your mouth, much to your dislike.

It was pathetic, embarrassing even; the way you were falling apart over this, not even lasting a good minute before turning into a crying mess.

Your eyes diverted away from Jean, cowering behind the blanket you were now burying your face into; hoping to muffle the sound of your sobs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, I just…” Your words came to a halt in your mouth as your emotions quickly took over; preventing you from getting a proper word out. “I’m sorry…” You repeated, clenching your eyes shut in humiliation.

You expected to hear a sigh of annoyance right about now, or perhaps even the shutting of the door. However, your body jolted in surprise when you felt the sudden warmth of a person hugging you gently instead.

Your head quickly lifted from the blanket and your eyes widened to see Jean’s face so close to yours; almost making you blush awkwardly at the proximity.

A comforting smile painted across Jean’s lips when he saw you look up at him. “Sorry if this is weird.” he chuckled nervously and quickly let go of the hug; backing away in case you felt uncomfortable. “You just looked like you needed that.”

Your expression softened as you looked at him, feeling a sense of gratitude filling your heart at the way he was attempting to comfort you; even if it was a little awkward at first. “No, it’s okay.” You quickly shook your head in response, granting him a gentle smile in return; one Jean hadn’t seen in two weeks.

Your body quickly sat up and leaned forward, reaching off the bed to where Jean was kneeling and wrapping your arms around him to continue the hug. “You’re right, I do need this.” You spoke in a soothing tone, letting him know you were okay with what he did a few seconds ago; and that it hadn’t pushed you away.

Jean let out a gentle sigh of relief at your actions, a little flabbergasted at how well you were responding to him. Here he was prepared to face your stubborn and dismissive attitude for the millionth time and yet he was faced with a completely unprecedented outcome.

There were no more spiteful comments or hurtful glares coming his way, just a gentle gaze and a pleasant embrace he never anticipated receiving after the state you were in merely seconds ago.

For the first time in two weeks, it seemed the Y/n he once knew, the Y/n he always secretly harbored feelings for, was finally showing herself again; even if just by the smallest amount.

Jean grinned gently to himself, and his arms quickly wrapped around your back to return the unexpected hug. “We’ve all been worried sick about you, ya know?” Jean spoke softly as he tightened his grip around you, allowing his hand to gently caress your back in the process.

“I know,” You uttered quietly, your voice sounding less unhinged and imbalanced as it was before. “And I’m sorry.”

You sniffled gently, your eyes clenching shut and your arms tightening around Jean’s neck as you leaned against him; wanting to stay in his comforting embrace.

Jean chuckled as he felt the way you clung to him; realizing just how desperate your need for reassurance was. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.” He said as he leaned the side of his head against yours, continuing the subtle tracing of his fingers along your back. “Just please don’t do that again, okay?”

You nodded quickly, feeling the sting of tears pricking against your eyes once more. “I won’t, I promise, I’m really sorry.” You apologized again in an uneasy tone, feeling shameful of the way you’d been acting for the past two weeks.

This whole time Jean had been here trying to help you, but you’d just been too consumed in your own misery that you failed to notice the damage you were causing; the pain you were putting him, as well as everyone else, through by isolating yourself like this.

You’d been rude, selfish even; too hyper fixated on your own agony that you’d become blind to the impairment you were projecting onto everyone else.

You’d hoped it wasn’t too late to turn things around and make amends with the people you’d been neglecting for the past two weeks; and a part of you started to grow fearful that you’d missed your chance by now.

However, by the way Jean held you close and leaned his head tenderly against yours, it was obvious that wasn’t the case.

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PET NAMES 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

EREN: babygirl, My love

It is very rare that Eren uses your name, he always calls you babygirl no matter where you are. You've gotten so used to it now to the point you turn around when anyone says it thinking it's your boyfriend behind you. "Mornin babygirl." Eren greets you with a back hug in the early hours of the morning. You can see from the reflection in bathroom mirror that his long hair is a complete mess and that hes still asleep on your shoulder. "Good morning Ren, what you want for breakfast." He lifts his head off your shoulder and turns you around by your hips, soap was all over your face but that didn't stop Eren from pecking your lips until you had to push him off you "Anything you want. I don't mind." You swipe the back of your hand on his lips getting the soap off and smile up at your boyfriend. "Pancakes sound good?" He nods while leaving the bathroom. "Of coure babygirl."

When Eren is in trouble he know that calling your babygirl will not slide and will end up with him crying in the corner. He's always been erratic and hot headed which you didn't mind. It was nice to calm him down when he gets a little riled up, it showed you that he can trust and listen to you when he's in the wrong. However this time not even a tornado spinning towards him could've stopped Eren from beating the crap out of a guy who slapped your ass while the two of you were on a date. The guy was drunk and it normally wouldn't go past Eren yelling every curse word under the sun while you pull him away but the drunk man just had to run his mouth resulting in you driving home with a sulking baby beside you. "I don't get why you're mad at me, I was protecting you." He huffs resting his head against the window. "Which I appreciate but you went too far and you got hurt.” Your fingers lightly brush against his cheek, it was turning a nasty shade of purple and looked very painful. Eren leans into your touch understanding why you're upset "m'sorry my love, kiss it better for me will ya?" You chuckle at how easily his mood changed. "Nice try Ren."

Reiner: Beautiful, Angel

Reiner doesn't go a day without calling you beautiful wether as a pet name or just admiring you while you do mundane things. Recently you've been feeling a little down, worrying about your body and how you look. It normally didn't bother you but after a dress you purchased didn't quite fit it ruined your mood a little.

The door to your apartment opens up shaking you from your thoughts, you put the dress back in its bag and quickly run to greet your boyfriend. "Welcome home Rei.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a kiss as usual. It was your favourite part of the day when Reiner comes home. "How's my beautiful girl?" Your shrug your shoulders telling him you were fine. This made him worry, his favourite part of the day was coming home to your stories of what you did, even if it was just watching tv. "What wrong?" He hooks his arm under your legs swooping you up with ease and leads you to the bedroom.

"Nothing really, I was just think I might need to start a diet." He softly plops you on the bed his brows furrowed in confusion "why you’re beautiful as you are." You giggle scratching the stubble on his chin. "You say that cause you love me." He shrugs his shoulders. "True but it's more, your kind, thoughtful and most importantly healthy that's what makes you beautiful. You do not need to diet.” Your heart swells at his words and your couldn't help but attack him with kisses "I love you too Rei."

Reiner couldn't believe it when you agreed to be his girlfriend and still two years later he thinks your an angel that came from above just for him. He calls you his angel and he is your protector. However when a guy follows you home one night when he wasn't there he felt like the opposite. You assured Reiner that you were fine and that the man walked away when you alerted the security in your building but that didn't stop him from letting his thoughts spiral. "Reiner baby can you help me." You couldn't reach the plates on the top cabinet which annoyed you to no end, you try once more to reach them but your hand slips sending one of the plates flying down onto the floor.

"Y/N what happened?" Reiner comes running out of the bedroom when he hears the crash and your little yelp. He sees the broken glass and immediately rushes to put you on the counter away from it. "What were you thinking you should've waited for me!" You flinched a little, Reiner has never raised his voice to you and it honestly suprised you.

"I thought I had it Rei, l'm sorry." You voice wavers a little which just shatters his heart. He checks you for any cuts and lets out a sigh of relief when he doesn't find any. "I didn't mean to yell angel I was just worried." He kisses the inside of your palms travelling up to the crook of your neck. You could feel his body shaking and he couldn't seem to look into your eyes. "It was just a little glass Reiner, I'm fine promise." You lift his chin and his beautiful hazel eyes meet your own "Im sorry I wasn't there when that creep followed you home, l'm sorry I couldn't protect you." You pull in his shivering body for a hug letting him nuzzle against your chest. "Oh big guy that's why you've been glued to my hip all week. You were visiting you mother Reiner it wasn't your fault." He pulls away looking down at you, even on the counter your couldn't match Reiners height. "I know but-" "But nothing. You protect me all the time, I always feel safe with you." You kiss his nose and jump off the counter away from the glass "will you help me clean this up?" He smiles once again questioning if you're actually an Angel sent to love him "Anything for you angel."

Porco: Babe, Love

Porco isn't too big on pet names opting instead for your name but there are times when he calls you babe. Especially when someone gets a little too close to you and his usual sharp glare isn't enough to ward them off and remind people who you belong to. "Hey babe." Porco appears out of thin air behind where you sat talking to a friend from class. His first instinct is to place a kiss on your cheek while glaring at the poor guy trying to avoid eye contact.

"This guy bothering you?" He questions with a raised brow and a protective arm around your shoulder. You send a quick apologetic look to your friend who looked quite ready to pass out under your boyfriend gaze. "No this is my friend from class." You get up from your seat taking Porcos hand in yours "I'lI see you later." You wave good bye to your friend and lead your boyfriend away from the campus and towards the parking lot. "You don't have to do that every time you see me talking to a guy." You words where laced with annoyance but the soft grip you had on your boyfriend hand indicated to him you weren't that pissed. "Sorry I can't help it." You get to your car and lean against the door, Porcos protectiveness was sweet but when he drives away any friend you make that's when you have to step in. "Is there someone in that big head of yours telling you I want anyone else, hmm?" He looks down in shame deciding to ignore your comment on his head. "No there's not." He mumbles. You take his other hand in your gently stroking his knuckles. "Then why do you act like l'm gonna get snatched up by some guy." You wrap both of his hands around your waist and he immediately pulls you into a hug. "I-I still think you're too good for me, I guess l'm waiting for you to find someone better." You gasp lightly genuinely shocked that your boyfriend had these thoughts.

"I could never leave you, you have no idea how much I love you." Your grip round his shoulder tightened almost chocking him. "I love you too babe."

Porco calls you love in the comfort of the apartment the two of your share, constantly being teased by Pieck about how whipped he is for you was honestly bringing him closer to wringing her neck. You normally spent your weekends alone doing some chores while waiting from you boyfriend to come back from work but today he took the day off to stay cuddled in bed with you tightly wrapped in his arms. "Pock baby we need to get up." He groans at the nickname you picked up from Pieck, it's horrible but he hates it a little less coming from you. "Not yet love, just a couple more minutes." His lips softly kiss the crook of your neck and you almost fall for the tricks he pulls when he wants to get his way.

"I'm hungry let's get up and eat then we can come back." You attempt to get up but are pulled back within seconds. His legs come over yours trapping and stopping you from making a move.

"Just a little more time, please." He pleads and tries to kiss you again but you don't let him, he huffs and removes his legs from yours but his arms were still circling. "You're lucky I love you." You warn him getting comfortable again. "I know love, I know."

Jean: cupcake, doll

Jean is totally and completely obsessed with you, in a good way. He's so in love and doesn't want to go even a second without you. It's great to have a boyfriend so sweet but at times maybe he's a little too sweet.

"Just one more."

You push his face away from yours with your hand. Jean came home 30 minutes ago and hasn't left your side, he's been planting kisses on any exposed skin which was a lot since you were just wearing a top and shorts. "Jean please I need to cook, go get changed at least."

Your efforts were ignored and soon you were placed on the kitchen island with your boyfriend glued to your torso "can't get enough of ya cupcake." He comes up to your face softly biting your cheek. "Jean stoop, what's gotten into you today?" Jean is a little clingy which never bothers you, you love it when he wants to spend time wrapped up in your arms but when you're trying to get things done and he's all over you it make you wanna kick his ass. "I just missed you so much. Is that a crime?" You laugh and pull him back a little so he could see your face "well im holding a cleaver and you won't let me cook so It just might turn into a crime." Your boyfriend ignores your threats to kill him and sneaks in three more kisses before running off giggling like a child.

It is almost impossible for Jean to be upset or angry with you, he's either quick to forgive or genuinely can't see when you're in the wrong because he's love blind. However that changed today when you told Jean you met with an ex, he was actually getting married and you bumped into eachother and talked for a little while. Jean trusts you completely but didn't believe that your obsessed ex moved on that quickly.

"Jean will you just listen to me, I swear it was just a short chat. He's getting married soon."

You try to reach out for him but he keeps turning which you did not like, when you were upset having Jean just touch you made you feel better but the fact he wouldn't let you do the same hurt you.

"I trust you but not him, the guy was crazy obsessed with you." You sigh and finally succeeded in trapping him in your bedroom so you could talk properly.

"Youre crazy obsessed with me." Your boyfriend doesn't find you point amusing. "In a healthy way doll, I love you but I do not own you. He didn't get that and that's why you broke up remember." You look down at your feet, you couldn't stand Jean being upset with you. When you broke up with your ex you were scared to fall in love again but then Jean came and changed everything. You understand why he wasn't happy you were alone with your ex. "I'm sorry my love, can you come here now?" Jean wasted no time in taking you into his arms. He hated the way he acted but just wanted to make sure you were safe. "I'm sorry too doll, I just love you so much." You smile into his chest "I love you too jean-boy." This earns you a pinch on the hip. Jean hated that nickname.

Bertholdt: princess, sweetheart

Your relationship with Bertholdt is still pretty fresh but you decided that it was time you took it a little further and the two of you moved in together. Bertholdt is shy and it took a while for any intimacy to form so when you woke up and found him snuggled up so close to you your heart almost explodes. You gently trace the features of your boyfriends face with your finger until he wakes up, you curse yourself for ruining such a sweet moment.

"I'm sorry did I suffocate you?" Bertholdt is much much larger than you are but he's so gentle that you were sure it was impossible for him to hurt you. "Of course not Bertie, you were just so cute I couldn't help myself." His cheeks and ears turn an adorable shade of pink when you call him cute. "Please don't call me cute sweetheart." He wanted to be strong for you, he's often described as soft and timid but he doesn't want to be that way with you. "Sorry I forgot you hate that.” You prop yourself up on one elbow while you massage your boyfriends scalp. "I don't hate it." He mumbles quietly. "I just want you to think l'm strong. We live together now and I have to provide for you." You swoon when he looks up at you with his big brown eyes. "You don't have to anything my prince, just stay here with me." You get comfortable on top of your boyfriend who was still a blushing mess "I-I will."

Bertholdt is surprised when he comes home to a dark living room. It been three years since he first asked you to be his girlfriend and now the two of you are engaged. You usually stay up to wait for him or put on candles to light up the room if you've gone to sleep.

Bertholdt sheds his extra layers of clothing and quickly makes it into your room where he finds you laying on the bed facing away from the door. He wasn't as stealthy as he thought he was because the second his knee touched the bed you were up and looking around in the dark. "It's just me, calm down princess" the wave of fear quickly washes away when your fiancés hands come to your face. "Welcome home Bertie." You were exhausted, wedding planning was not easy plus you started your period so all of that piled together made you go to sleep earlier than usual.

"What's wrong?" You loved that he could tell that you were slightly off without even seeing you. "Nothing I'm just a little tired, it's been busy." Bertholdt feels bad for not being able to help today but you didn't mind and so you pull him down to cuddle before he gets into his own head too much. "I'm fine baby I promise, I just want your hugs." Your instantly squished against his chest and relished in the feeling of his hands travelling up your shirt to caress your skin. After three years together he's become more comfortable and confident in touching you. "You can have whatever you want princess."

#berrywrites ✧.*🍓 #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #light angst #eren yeager #bertholdt hoover #jean kirstein #porco galliard #reiner braun #my fics #<333 #so cuttteeee #aot #eren x you #porco x reader #reiner x you #jean x you #bertholdt x reader #lovers #love them

[nininikki]

𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘: 𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

summary! — wedding headcanons for the aot boys + hange

warnings! — mentions of sex, slight suggestiveness, pregnancy, rich people (erwin and armin), a bit of angst on reiner’s

author’s note! — this was so fun to write. got to live my dream of marrying every single one of them 🙌🏽

word count! — 2.4k

ERWIN SMITH

erwin’s got old, old, old money, and what better way for him to spend it than on your dream wedding?

you’re his dream, his baby, his queen, so of course he married you in a castle (will get to that later, but yes! a castle!)

it wasn’t random at all for erwin to surprise you with sporadic vacations, so when he took you to greece one summer—where you traipsed around on beaches with your lover and let him dangle fruits above your mouth—you hadn’t suspected anything.

but one night you two are coming home from dinner, you’re full of pasta but fat with happiness and you’re not sure things can get any better.

until erwin leads you onto the private beach behind your house, where he kneels into the sand at your feet and asks you to be his wife.

of COURSE, you said yes (after you nearly tackled him into the sand whilst screaming your head off like a decapitated chicken)

now, i imagine him proposing with like a nice big diamond that can be seen on your finger from miles away.

he just wants everyone who sees you to know you’re happily married.

now, the wedding…

this man doesn’t know what it is to hold back.

everything is perfect. perfect, perfect, perfect. like straight out of an old disney movie.

you guys get married on one of his family’s old properties in france, ahem, the castle i mentioned earlier.

it’s actually majestic. beautiful autumn scenery, endless space, the perfect amount of solitude

(you were so tempted to spend your honeymoon—and maybe the rest of your life—there but erwin had other plans, obviously)

but everything was incredible—the food: amazing. the decorations: even more amazing.

(which was partly erwin’s doing. he’d sit in bed with you late at night, reading glasses perched over his nose, and pick out chairs and champagne glasses and different flower arrangements. he’s just so perfect.)

you had many, many guests so it was wedding gifts galore.

his parents—we’ll call them mr. and mrs. smith—gifted y’all a house out in the french countryside. 

it was a dream, and you had the dreamiest, most perfect man to share it with! 🥹💘🪽🪽

bonus: erwin took you to so many places for your honeymoon. trying new foods in south korea, cruising on his yacht in brazil, and shopping sprees in london (you’re also pretty sure you two conceived, like, ten babies on his yacht)

EREN JAEGER

now, listen…

the love this man has for you is infinite and insurmountable, hence why his proposal wasn’t even planned.

let me explain!

he wakes up one morning and the first thing he sees is you. still asleep and cheek smushed over your stack of pillows, just existing as the perfection you were, and something snapped.

you were beautiful, you were special, you were his. why hadn’t he married you yet? why hadn’t he done something to guarantee he got to wake up to this sight every morning?

so, a few minutes later when you wake up, you’re ambushed by a hoard of kisses and ‘i love you’s. 

he punctuates each kiss with a persistently dazed, “marry me,” and by the time he stops to let you catch your breath, fresh tears begin to sting at the corners of his eyes. 

excitedly, sleepily, passionately, you accept. (& also wrapped your arms around his neck and practically glued yourself there the entire day)

the months spent wedding planning are tedious but oh so worth it. 

eren hadn’t exactly got around to buying a ring, so that was its own difficult journey 

(he wanted you to have something as special and perfect as you were. i can see him doing an emerald, maybe???—it reminds me of his eyes ok—or possibly just a regular diamond)

eren’s kind of a diva, but it’s sooo cute.

“what do you mean peonies aren’t in season? my fiancée wants peonies, she’s getting ‘em.” “eren, honey, i can do without the—” “shhh, baby, i’m negotiating.”

winter wedding! you two get married in a beautiful ballroom! lots of regal vibes. beautiful decorations, ornate setting, there was even a live band 🥹

eren sees you walking down the aisle and cries.

like trying not to ugly cry but it’s no use because the tears have fallen and the snot is halfway out his nose.

he’s in love like that.

bonus: hawaii honeymoon 🌺 the two of you splash around in the waters for what feels like forever, then spend even longer drying under the sun.  

REINER BRAUN

shortly after finding out you were pregnant, (3 months to be exact) reiner popped the question. 

the two of you, but especially you, were a horrid whirlpool of emotions. excited to be pregnant, scared to be pregnant, wracked with confusion and fear and what have you.

hence why you said no the first time he asked.

you figured reiner was only doing it out of some guilt or moral obligation, and couldn’t bring yourself to say yes knowing he’d be marrying you out of anything but love. 

but, ohhhhhhh, if you knew how bad this man loved you.

the way he’d talk about you to any and everyone—bertholdt, annie, eren, jean, his mom, the poor cashier at target who made the dire mistake of asking if the bouquet in his grasp was for anyone special. anyone who’d listen, really!

the way he already had the ring bought!!! before he even knew you were pregnant! you’re the love of his life, and he needs to marry you. no matter the circumstances.

so, he asks again. and this time he’s sure to put all your worries to rest.

“i don’t care what happens tomorrow, i’m still gonna want to marry you. whether you’re pregnant or—god forbid—you’re not. you’re always gonna be everything i want, so just…please. please let me be your husband.”

by the time reiner’s finished, there isn’t a dry eye in the room. 

(albeit the two of you are alone. but shhh)

you accept his proposal, and he’s lifting you off your feet and spinning you in giddy, newly-engaged circles.

wedding planning is fairly easy, seeing as reiner wants to do it all. like won’t let you lift a finger. 

“un-unh, baby. don’t you worry your pretty head about it. i’ve got it all covered.” “rei, i’m pregnant, not stupid. give me the computer.”

although, you (and the baby braun inside you) grow to adore cake testing. reiner has to tear you away from a chocolate cake, kicking and screaming. (and he does it with nothing but love in his eyes)

reiner sees you walking down the aisle in your beautiful dress with your hand resting over your bump and actually cries. like the sight is too much for him to bear and he’s sniffling horribly by the time you both say i do.

when it’s time to “kiss the bride” reiner shamelessly tongues you down in front of who and whatever (by the end of the kiss you had honestly forgotten the two of you weren’t alone)

summer backyard wedding!!! (mainly because reiner wanted to grill. & you definitely weren’t complaining.) a good 1/3 of your wedding photos include you tearing into a barbecue sausage or burying your face in a slice of cake.

when you and reiner get home that night, you’re both fat with adoration and thoroughly seasoned ribs. you’re happy. you’re married. 

bonus: reiner rents a house in the countryside and you guys honeymoon there. you revel in the peace and quiet and solitude. (it’s all you’re getting before the baby comes)

ARMIN ARLERT

just like erwin, armin’s got olddddd money

it’s not like he keeps it a secret but he’s definitely shy about it.

he wanted to be sure you were 100% for him & you obviously were

so he proposed to you while on a weekend getaway to nantucket. 

you spent a beautiful two weeks at his house there. drinking champagne on beaches, letting him teach you how to play tennis (you suck horribly), perusing around on his amazingly spacious property. 

it was perfect

“i think you already know why i brought you here,” he’d say while getting down on one knee.

of course you had no idea, and you had to fight the urge to scream your throat raw right there! 

(there, being the picturesque garden of wildflowers behind his home that he had planted just for this occasion)

i feel like your engagement ring is beautiful, oval cut diamond that weighs your finger down 😵‍💫😵‍💫

wedding planning is a crazy beautiful mess with him.

you both have big families that live all over the world, and you just get so caught up trying to please everyone

armin has to remind you that this is your wedding, and whatever you want goes

side note: he’s willing to pay stupid amounts of money to get you whatever you want 

“omg babe, this girl on instagram had horses for her wedding. how cool is that?” “horses? yeah, we can do that. i’ll just have to call my guy & figure it all out. but don’t worry, baby, you’ll get all the horses you want.”

armin just screams summer hamptons wedding!

like beautiful flower arrangements, tranquil sounds of the water in the distance, and hors d’oeuvres that were to die for.

armin thinks you look like a princess walking out of a dream as you come down the aisle, and the feeling is only amplified when he lifts the veil away from your face and kisses you as your husband for the first time.

the wedding gifts are crazy

from designer heels, (courtesy of mikasa) to mansions in germany (courtesy of armin’s inheritance)

bonus: you honeymoon in the maldives on a property his family owns 😵‍💫 sex by the ocean goes so crazy

CONNIE SPRINGER

this mf screeeeeaaamms elopement.

let me elaborate!

he’s got a very “you only live once” mentality, which isn’t helped by the fact that he’s madly in love with you.

you’re reading on the couch as he rests his head on your lap when he asks, “hey, why haven’t we gotten married yet?” “well, connie people usually wait for that sort of thing.” “yeah but, like, what are we waiting for?”

leads to him having a whole speech about how life and how grateful how his life can change at any moment but you’re the only constant you want in it (sappy baby)

“i could die in eighty years or eighty days, and you’re the person i’d wanna be married to. so, fuck it. why wait?” “are you serious, connie?” “come to the courthouse with me right now and see just how serious i am.”

thirty minutes later, you’re parked outside the nearest courthouse with your now fiancé, clammy fingers intertwined as you two plant reassuring kisses over each other’s faces.

“you can” kiss. “change your mind if you want” kiss kiss. “& we can” kiss kiss kiss. “go home & forget this happened.” “why would i do that, con?”

sasha acts as your witness, and the two of you are married not even three hours later

when it’s time to kiss the bride, connie takes advantage of the practically empty room and doesn’t hold back as he makes out with you. the poor officiant can attest to that. 

it finally starts to dawn on you when you’re leaving the courthouse, hand in hand with your husband (even thinking the word made you feel tingly inside) and you’re letting him kiss you in plain sight. 

not caring for the passerby’s that may be entering or exiting or whatever. why would you? you’re married!!

connie lifts you off your feet twirls you around, finally breaking away from the kiss to rasp, “my wife, my wife, my wife.”

you two go to the mcdonald’s across the street and have your first meal together as husband and wife (which includes an oreo mcflurry that you feed to each other because you’re in love like that)

the entire rest of the day you can’t stop telling strangers that you’re married

the florist at the flower store when they ask what the special occasion is? connie can’t hold back ecstatic giggles as he says, “oh, just getting some flowers for my girl. we’re newlyweds.”

you go to get your ring sized at the jeweler’s and the lovely woman helping asks, “celebrating anything?” oh, if only she knew what was about to commence.

that evening, you rent go carts and race around on the track until you’re dizzy and limp.

you return home that night and fuck like rabbits go straight to sleep!

bonus: cross country road trip honeymoon! just you and him and the endless skies and roads ahead. there’s no place you’d rather be. 

HANGE ZOË

the entire time they propose, they’re a stuttering mess. 

don’t get me wrong, it’s the cutest thing ever, but usually hange is pretty quick-witted and funny.

so, when you’re coming home from work and gingerly following the trail of maroon roses that leads to your room, you’re utterly delighted to see hange standing at the other end of it.

the delight quickly turns to stark shock when they get down on one knee.

hange is all blushy and shy and sooooo not like they are normally. it’s insane

“would you want to, uh, do me the honor of…um, idontfuckinknow…would you marry me, is what i’m trying to ask.”

and of course, you would marry them. 

you practically tackle them to the ground before they can get all the syllables out, which leads to you knocking the ring in their hand from their grip.

you spend the next thirty minutes looking for it. kissing and hugging as you crawl over the rose-covered floor.

“i was so nervous to ask” kiss. “cause i didn’t think you’d say yes.” kiss kiss. “but you did.” kiss kiss kiss. “i’m so happy, honey.” kiss. “of course i said yes.” kiss. “you make me happier” kiss. “than anything.” kiss kiss. “i can’t wait to marry you.” “same here, honey. but we really gotta find that ring. it cost me a pretty penny.”

you end up finding the ring and once you do, you never take it off. 

it’s practically glued to your finger now.

hange is such a diva with wedding planning but you love it

but it’s only because they want your wedding to be the best thing ever (and it is)

beach wedding!!!! (so hange can wear a shirt that’s halfway unbuttoned while the wind blows through their hair ufieiwjejr)

but no seriously, the most beautiful, picturesque, serene wedding ever. 

when it’s time to kiss the bride, hange kisses you so hard their glasses almost break (cue levi gagging next to y’all)

you and hange feed each other respective cake slices during the reception. 

you two are a frosting covered mess by the end of it. 💞

bonus: i see you two honeymooning somewhere tropical. hange loves any wild animal and would def wanna be in the ocean chasing around stingrays or smth. my lil cutie patootie.

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[mayariviolet]

Daddy Lessons

dad! Reiner x Reader

summary: “With his right hand on his rifle, he swore it on the Bible, Oh my daddy said shoot!” // Some of Reiner's life lessons for your children. Specifically for your daughter.

cw: established relationships & family dynamics, mentions of guns, fluff (?), light angst, Reiner is just a good dad, guys!

a/n: Inspired by that Beyoncé song! Duh! Also, on ao3.

wc: ~2k

For the most part, Reiner is the quintessential gentle giant and an overprotective dad. There is no way in hell his children would ever get hurt, physically or emotionally, regardless of whatever gender identity your child chooses.

But when he found out that you two were expecting a daughter, he felt a wave of both excitement and anxiety. As your little family grew, Reiner dove straight into fatherhood without hesitation. He would introduce your daughter to his interests: blackjacks and classic vinyls while also allowing her to find strength in femininity. Learning how to respect her rules at the tea parties Reiner was so graciously invited to. Making sure that she listened to the smartest women he knew (you) amongst other things. He aimed to raise a strong, confident, and compassionate young woman. Granted, this got your daughter into some sticky situations at school regarding fighting bullies, but the only things that Reiner would ask when he picked her up from detention were:

“Did they deserve it?” And if she nodded yes, the most important follow-up question would be, “Did you win?”

You didn’t condone violence in any form, but you’d be lying if there wasn’t a swelling in your chest when she said that she won.

Reiner was acutely aware that he could never fully understand the trials and tribulations of being a woman. Babysitting Gabi and her gaggle of friends showed him that. However, he did try his best to warn your daughter about horrible men (something that his many years of playing recreational hockey made abundantly clear) and things to be cautious about. Reiner often looked down upon locker room talk and cringed at how some of his old teammates carried it so casually in their everyday colloquialisms- with Floch being the worst of it.

Sure, he knew your daughter would grow up and start dating one day. He understood that he couldn’t vet every single person she’d dated. Reiner sure as hell knew that you two were more than capable of teaching her how to protect her heart while also keeping an open mind. But he felt obligated to teach your kids how to court a person properly. He instilled some lessons: flowers, gifts for the parents, staying a little longer at invited parties to help clean.

So when your daughter brought home a new boyfriend, Reiner tried to accept that his little girl wasn’t his little girl anymore. By now, she was mature enough to approach Reiner and you for any advice. However, Reiner couldn’t shake this feeling that her new boyfriend was nothing more than a grade-a-loser—something he would always bring up to you as soon as your daughter's boyfriend left the house. Reiner tried to like him the first few months, but his interaction with people never sat right in his spirit.

Quite frankly, you agreed that your daughter’s boyfriend is slightly off-putting and over-compensating with bravado. It did nothing more than hide the stench of insecurity he secreted. But the way your daughter’s eyes lit up whenever she had the opportunity to talk about her boyfriend (albeit praising the bare minimum he did occasionally) made it challenging to deter her.

However, in the quiet moments, you attempted personal discussions with your daughter about ‘keeping her options open’ and ‘not settling too quickly.’ Hoping to prevent countless similar dating disasters before you were blessed with Reiner’s love. But when her cheeks started reddening with annoyance, and the conversations started to veer towards debates, you and Reiner decided to drop the topic altogether, much to your dismay.

When ‘the boyfriend’ took space in your well-loved home, Reiner would go so far as to start openly talking about how he owns several rifles, although being a ranch owner and hunter gave that away. It also had a sign that said, “God Lives Here,” courtesy of Karina and begrudgingly endorsed by your mom, predominantly hung on the gallery wall amongst the family portraits. This was a subtle but all too loud declaration to any potential visitors.

Of course, he’d be courteous- never outright told your daughter’s boyfriend that he’s a jackass. But he kept a mental note of every slight, all noticed and usually brought up by you. The first red flag was that the young man didn’t even greet you two at the door, not even a halfway smile! Just a bee-line to your daughters' bedroom up the stairs and to the right.

The second was that, after two years of dating, he never gave either of you two a Christmas card. What was more irritating was that your daughter never missed an opportunity to provide the Forster’s individualized presents, no matter the occasion.

The third and less obvious one was how he spoke about other girls when you or your daughter weren’t around. Reiner didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the way that scrub spoke about women- and to his son, no doubt!- made Reiner consider installing an electric invisible fence where his stupid pickup truck usually parked.

“Love, please just drop it. Maybe he’s just tired,” you’d whisper in the kitchen while fervently rubbing his arm.

“Fine. But if he stays here another night—Forster’s kid is paying for the water bill. How many showers can he take and still smell!” Reiner let out an exasperated sigh before addressing your son. “Listen to me, if you wanna impress whoever’s parents you’re dating, don’t be like your sister’s boyfriend. That kid is a dunce.”

You shoot Reiner a cautionary glare while urging your son to continue his homework and keep in mind what Reiner said.

“Look, love, I think we’ve taught our children well enough that if anything happens, they’re capable of handling things. They will come to us when they need it.” You say and soothingly brush away some of his hair.

Reiner eases his stance a little, uncrossing his arms and wraps one around your waist. He kisses your temple and gives you a small smile. The crow's feet from the luxury of living a life getting deeper as he looks down at you. The sounds of farewells break apart the moment between you two. 

He peers through the archway before turning back to you. “I’m going to talk to her once he leaves,” he says.

“Don’t overdo it!”

Reiner gives you another quick kiss, his five o’clock shadow rubbing against your cheek; before he leaves the room, Reiner pours a small glass of whisky and a cup of tea to bring to the front porch.

“Good luck, Dad,” your son says, giving Reiner a thumbs-up. Reiner returns the gesture and gives him a wink. Reiner maneuvered through the front room before taking a seat on the front porch. A creaky door and a clink of the mesh screen announced his arrival- causing your daughter and her boyfriend to jolt and look up at Reiner’s imposing frame.

He nods in acknowledgement before trying to look casual and not eavesdrop on the heated but whispered conversation in the driveway. The cicadas begin their choir singing as Reiner makes himself comfortable placing his drinks on the wooden coffee table. Your daughter’s usual smile is replaced with an apathetic expression as she waves her boyfriend goodbye, choosing to make her way up the stairs instead of electing to see him off until his headlights disappear into obscurity.

 “Have a good night, kid,” Reiner waves and sips his drink.

“You too, Reiner. I’ll tell Dad you said hi.”

What absolute nerve this young man has not even to call Reiner ‘Mr. Braun!’ That is the bare minimum!

“Floch is almost always welcome here. You two, come stop by now!” Reiner bites his tongue and tries to remain composed.

Over his dead body, would Reiner let that helmet-headed freak Floch visit his ranch, but he had to pretend for your sake. Even if you also agree that Floch was definitely the reason his son is the way that he is. As her boyfriend pulls out of the gravelled driveway, your daughter plops a seat next to Reiner on the sun-bleached fabric couch. Reiner gives another halfway wave before letting his smile fall when the truck is no longer in sight.

“Congratulations on getting into your dream school sweetheart.” He takes a sip from his whiskey-infused tea.

“Thanks, Daddy.” Your daughter smiles but keeps her head down, tucking her feet into the couch cushions to shield her from the cool summer breeze. “I’m really excited,” she hums, conveying no other particular emotion. Reiner takes this as an opportunity to say his peace and clutches the ceramic mug tighter.

“You know, you’re a smart kid- You should think about YOUR future.”

She sighs heavily, “Dad-”

Reiner raises a hand to finish his thought: “I know, I know. But let me say what I need to say. I want you to be smart, independent, and—” He grabs your daughter’s hand, giving it a firm squeeze: “Baby girl, that boy is playing you.”

“Daddy!” Your daughter groans and rolls her eyes, knowing this conversation all too well. She sinks further into the couch. “Please!”

“I don’t plan on dying any time soon—but remember what I said about fighting?” he asks, never letting his gaze break away from the delicate dance of the sun and moon across the horizon.

“It’s my Second Amendment,” she mutters, picking at the dry skin on her thumb.

“Exactly.” Reiner let her hand go, pouring more whiskey into his tea, “You are a tough girl. That’s why this is the last time I will ever bring this up. I promise.”

“Okay.”

The cicadas are screaming a little louder. Reiner and your daughter enjoy the sunset on the front porch. His gaze follows the creamsicle-coloured sunset, which disappears behind the rolling fields. Your voice cuts the silence, urging Reiner and your daughter to enter. “Love, your potatoes are done! Come inside so we can finish plating dinner!”

Reiner slowly gets up from his wicker chair, his calloused hands opening the creaking door. “Come on—I also made your favourite.”

Your daughter doesn’t move, instead looking out to where the sun once was. “Come on, baby girl. You know how your brother gets.” Reiner softly urges.

“Daddy, he cheated on me. I-” she choked on her words, “I don’t know what to do.”

Reiner softly closes the door. From the corner of his eyes, he can finally see the steady stream of tears cascading from her eyes.

“Reiner! Hurry, please!”

“One-second love!” He calls out to you, “I’m sorry, baby girl.” Reiner thumbs your daughter's tears away before roughing up her hair.

Almost as if you sensed a shift in the air, you urge your son to help with dinner instead- much to his dismay. After two minutes of whining, the sound of an oven door closing and plates replace your son’s protests. Your daughter's sniffles fill the air, and the aroma of dinner mingles with it. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not.” Reiner glances halfway before patting his pant pocket down in search of something. The depths of his muddy denim work pants rattling.

“Daddy what are you doing?”

“Good. I have my keys.”

“For what?”

Reiner throws his keys to your daughter. “You have your license?”

“Yeah? I drive to school everyday?”

“Not that one.”

As if she finally understood what Reiner was saying, her lips curled into a little smile.“You don’t have to go out and fight.”

“It’s my Second Amendment.”

Reiner nods before turning back to the door. As he’s about to enter the house she runs up to him giving a tight hug. He pulls her into a warm embrace and waves her goodbye. Your daughter rushes to the red pickup truck with anticipation. Reiner feels a swelling in his chest that only his little family could ever elicit.

He grabs the now-empty cups and heads inside the house, kicking off his outdoor shoes at the entrance and changing into his slippers. When Reiner enters the kitchen, he rinses and places the cups in the sink to be washed later. Sounds of the truck engine starting and a slamming door snap you away from the conversation with your son.

“Is she not going to eat dinner?”

“She has an errand to run—just to check something out.” He pulls out his chair and gives your son a little pinch on the cheek. “Let’s say grace."

a/n: I LOVE DAD REINER SO MUCH! When I heard this song again for the first time in years, this was all I could think about. Okay! Time to finish this chapter for First Love/Late Spring, which I might push back the release date to Saturday because I worked sm overtime this week and I’m feeling tired >.<

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[heejayy]

Eren Y. || Why we should have a baby…

Warning • mentions sex? Unexpected pregnancy,

Genres • crack, lil angst, fluff

Pairing • Eren Yeager x black fem! reader

Wc: 732

“Ok boom here’s why we should have a baby” you exclaimed turning on your tv to show the PowerPoint you made. You extended your pointer pointing to the title screen with a wide grin on your lips.

“What is this y/n?” Eren asked looking unimpressed. For the past two weeks, you’ve had a severe case of baby fever. Everywhere you go know you can’t help but see a baby and then you proceed to bug Eren to put one in you.

“Since begging you won’t work I’ll show you the pros and cons of having a baby. And we’ll see which one outways the other” you smiled clicking the next button on the computer so he could see it on the TV.

“We’ll start with the pros” you smiled “as you know I’ve always said I wanted a kid and maybe even more than one. I love kids- well sometimes but they can be really great. Also, they’re adorable! With their chubby cheeks and cute little feet and noses and eeekk,” you squealed at the thought of having one of your own.

“Ahem” Eren coughed trying to bring your attention back to him. “This isn’t very convincing sweetie” you sighed clicking the next slide which had ‘Money’ typed in bold green letters.

“Ok now I’m listening” he smirked sitting up from his man-spreading position, you just rolled your eyes. “Money is a big issue when having children but! We both come from pretty well-rounded family’s who would die to have a new baby to spoil, I mean the last baby my family had was me and I’m pushing 30!”

“Babe you’re 24” Eren deadpanned as he corrected you, “same thing” you shrugged waving him off.

“Anyways back to the point, they would spoil them rotten! And give us” you said pointing between you and him “everything we need to take care of them plus more, even your mom said she’s ready for us to have children.”

“Y/n my mom wanted you to have my baby the day she met you” you snorted. “She loved you before you spoke two words to her” he chuckled reminiscing on the time he brought you to meet his parents.

“Ok ok, next slide” you said pressing the next button which was tilted ‘A loving family ’ with a heart next to it. “As you know my mom and dad got divorced when I was young, I stayed with my mom but she was never around much due to work and when she was she was just pestering me about how much of a failure I am compared to her or my siblings” Eren’a face fell, he was well aware you didn’t have a good relationship with your mom which made him quite sad.

“My dad, on the other hand, he is great and I love him but he left and made a new family- what I’m trying to say is…maybe the only reason I want a baby is to build something I never had which was a loving close family. I want to make our baby feel the love I wish I received. I want to love them gently not neglect them and say it’s tough love.” Eren got up from the couch and walked over to you.

“Awe baby come here” he brought you in for a tight hug and kissed your head. He rocked you back and forth letting you cry silently in his arms.

“Are you trying to guilt trip me into giving you a baby?” He asked jokingly. You chuckled pulling away wiping your tears.

“No I would never do that!” you sniffled “I know I’ve been annoying the last few days I just didn’t know how to tell you I was ready to take the next step in our relationship.” He nodded wiping your cheeks.

“Alright let’s compromise” he took your hand guiding you to the couch “let’s say in the next 6 months if you still wanna have a baby we will, it’ll be an anniversary gift” he joked making you to laugh again.

“Alright deal” You said shaking his hand. You sat in his lap as he held you kissing your cheek and forehead repeatedly.

“Oh and by the way…I’m pregnant” you blurted out as you got up running to the bedroom.

“What- HUH?!”

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[keischreiber]

Thinking about how Reiner's decision-making as a leader is influenced by a need to a) fulfill a mission; and b) for the sake of someone else.

So when it comes to making decisions that are solely from himself he's lost and unsure of what to do, because his mind spirals back to how those decisions will affect the people around him.

You tell him that it's fine to be scared; but he needs to take the first step of truly deciding things for himself.

He understand you, but it doesn't make it easier.

"You can hold my hand until you feel it's safe enough to let go. And even if you do, I'll be behind you to push you up when you feel like you'll fall back."

That's what you promise him.

He is overwhelmed with emotion; never having felt this kind of support. It was different from they type of support he received. Different from his mother's who had expectations for him beyond himself, different from the military who had expectations for him to be the perfect warrior, different from Zeke who had expectations for him to remember that his failure was the reason everything happened in the first place, different from his friends whose expectations of him were slowly being rebuilt after the shared experiences of both loss and gain, different from the kids whose expectations were for him to be the role model that could be followed...

You didn't have any other expectations of him other than for him to be himself.

And that was what scared him. What if who he was, who he REALLY was, was something irredeemable... with damage too broken and shattered to be fixed. Once he puts down his mask of being a soldier... of being a warrior... of being the Armor... what the hell was he left with other than the child who he had chosen to cast away for the sake of what his mission needed?

"I... can you—"

He was struggling to say what he wanted. Not knowing where to start and fearing how it would end.

"I want you to stay by my side." He blurted it out. Selfishly. Greedily. As firm as he can be, letting his heart and every fiber of his being bleed out the last remnants of courage that he could muster.

His expression's filled with guilt and apprehension. What was he going to put you through? He knew it won't be easy being with him. But he wanted you there.

It was his first big decisions that he made solely for himself.

And that decision was to have you in his life.

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[honeybleed]

bloom ⋆ reiner braun

read part one here

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, canon-verse, post epilogue, bunch of random ocs, mentions of sa, canon-typical violence so if this is triggering please do not read, smut (unprotected sex, missionary) so mdni

author’s note: i wanted to write a continuation cos i liked the relationship i made in the first part. also i kinda moved out of canon saur

word count: 6.7k (i mean, they are reuniting after four years 🌝)

Your eyebrows furrowed together in concentration as you gripped onto the hoop and stabiliser, and began to stitch along, following the outline of the floral pattern on the edge of the dress.

The workshop inside the tailor store was always your favourite place to be in. The clothes on the mannequins and hangers were arranged haphazardly.

Compared to the other parts of the store, the workshop was small and quaint. Furniture within the space was mismatched, usually worn out furnishings were stored in the workshop rather than being thrown out.

As much as you enjoyed coming in your free time, it was a slight pain to have to wade your way through the jam packed room.

“Knew you’d be in here.” The voice dragging you out of your focus on the blue dress.

Whilst you were an apprentice who slowly made your way in the ranks of the store, Martin was a seamster.

He had always been welcoming to you since the both of you were Marleyan captives who relocated.

“What’s up?” You smiled.

“Usually people use their breaks to leave the place of employment.”

“You know as much as I do that there’s not exactly much to get up to.” You snickered as you began to tidy up the strewn about sewing supplies across the large table.

“There seems to be a bit of a commotion outside, wanna take a look?” He asked.

“There’s always commotion.” You tutted. “But it’s kinda funny, so I’ll take you up on that offer.”

And there it was, a bunch of Yeagerists kicking up a fuss as usual. They were more furious at the fact that there was a success in the peace talks with the outside world.

They were adamant in their belief the rest of the world should’ve been destroyed. At first, they did scare you. But they were practically defunct at the demise of their beloved leader.

They tailed after a carriage, and were being pushed back by dozens of bodyguards and soldiers that unmistakably belonged to the Royal Government.

The door of the carriage was opened, and a woman of short stature exited. You bit your tongue slightly as your eyes raked over the distinguished design of the carriage.

Gleaming golden accents, pristine as the sun glimmered on the wheels. As the door was slightly ajar, you didn’t miss the plush, red upholstery.

You were busy glaring at the blatant display of status and privilege. Too absorbed in your thoughts to realise the carriage had stopped on the pathway of the tailors.

“Is she…approaching us?!” He hissed in your ear, shaking your shoulders.

“She is…?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes.

It was true, the store had a lot of nobility as clientele, but royalty visiting was completely unheard of.

And the master tailor seemed to share the same sentiment because you almost had the wind knocked out of you when you felt her yank you backwards so she could get a better close up of her.

“Your Highness…I am in shock? What brings you here? I would’ve made a reservation and closed the store completely if I knew you were coming..!” She blabbered.

You simply arched an eyebrow as you met Martin’s eyes.

Whilst Andrea was a fairly decent boss and a master at her craft, her worship of anybody who came from higher rankings of hierarchy was frankly nauseating to witness.

“You’re right, but I sent my aides to this store a few times and didn’t get a response.”

“Somebody was getting fired today.” You thought to yourself as Andrea slowly craned her neck, reminiscent of an owl as she gave you and Martin a death glare.

But neither of you worked at the reception so you pulled a face as Martin put his hands up, defensively.

“I’d like to know who made this…” Historia said with a beam, as her slender hands presented an apron with butterfly embroidery.

You swore for a split moment there was an anchor weighing heavily in your stomach. It was your work.

Remembering one of the maids who worked at the palace had come by, and asked you to do the same butterfly embroidery you had done on her daughter’s.

Soon enough, it’d become a thing where regular people asked you to either do floral or butterfly embroidery on their clothes.

Shaking your head to recompose yourself after the slight shock, you took a step forward.

“It’s my design.” You said a little bluntly, causing a few people to gasp.

“Are you a professional?” She asked, undeterred by the hostility in your tone.

“No, I’m still an apprentice.” You responded.

“I’d really appreciate it if you could do some embroidery for me.” She smiled. “Your designs are lovely. You’d be compensated, of course.”

“She’d LOVE to!” Andrea swooped in, as she put an arm around you. “I always knew she was talented. That’s why I hired her, of course!”

You grimaced at Andrea’s disingenuous praise of you. But you nodded and agreed regardless. The one condition being Martin could come with you.

Soon enough, you found yourself becoming closer and closer to Historia.

You and Martin were asked to come to the palace to help craft a gown for her for a ball to celebrate the success of the peace talks.

At first, when you and the designers were brought to her chambers, you were constantly berated to not even speak to her.

It gave you flashbacks to when you were brought to Marley against your will. You never understood hierarchy.

That’s probably what caused the slight resentment when Historia arrived at the tailors. You vividly remember how scarce food and other necessities were after the rebuilding of civilization after the Rumbling.

Yet here the Queen was arriving in a carriage that probably cost millions, and plucking you away from your job like it was nothing.

Regardless, you held back all snide remarks and did what you were told.

Which was to tailor a gown worthy of royalty for the ball.

When her entourage finally left the chambers when she asked them to, the first thing she did was ask if you were the same age as her.

You were both twenty-two years of age, her being a few months older than you. She always asked you questions about you.

At first, you didn't understand why.

You were nobody compared to her. You were sure if you told her that you were an escort in Marley she would've turned her nose up at you and probably would've asked you to be let go.

"I had gotten used to Our Lady’s crestfallen nature." One of her maids said as a passing comment to you after an evening of you working on the dress. "But she seems to light up around you."

"Why would she be happy around me..?" You questioned, genuinely bewildered. All your interactions had been mainly small talk.

"Ever since she became Queen, I suppose she misses having age mates around her. I only ever saw her smile like that when the members of the Survey Corps came by." 

You figure Historia needed maids that didn't blab her business. The next time you were with her face to face, you engaged in her trivial small talk.

After the confession from her maid, you let your walls down. 

"You can talk about yourself, you know." You said, as you sat on a stool, pins in your mouth as you fixed the dress slightly.

"That's all anybody does around here. It's tiring." She scoffed.

"Good or bad?" You questioned.

"Eh...good to my face, bad behind my back."

"What the hell would anybody even say about you..?" You enquired, as you pulled a face. Historia from your personal view was rather timid and docile.

She let out a sigh as she stepped away and sat on the leather ottoman.

"About my child. The circumstances that led to the baby." Her eyes flickered, she seemed as if she was about to stop herself but she didn't. "It's my duty, I suppose. But I feel as if I'm not even a queen. I'm merely a puppet."

"What makes you say that..?"

"I'm instructed to do things. A lot of the decisions I supposedly make aren't even mine to begin with."

You figure it was a tough situation for her. As it'd be for anybody. To wear gowns and a crown seems so simple on the outside, however, to be the face of decisions that choose the fate of a population isn't exactly a walk in the park.

Especially with the unrest of the Yeagerists.

Her voice was shaky. And you were sure you could see her balling up a fist. You were similar in that aspect, that was a method you always used to stop yourself from crying, especially during your first days at the brothel.

You don't know much about her. So you were afraid if you sat beside her and held her close, it'd be overstepping. Instead, you told her you were done for the day regarding her gown, and that you'd see her next time.

The following weeks to the ball, your tone had become a lot more syrupy when talking to her.

You told her light-hearted stories from the brothel, which made her laugh. You could tell she was worried and shocked when you first told her of your profession back then, but you assured her it was fine.

In exchange, she told you anecdotes of her time in the Survey Corps and Training Corps. It was the happiest time in her life despite the circumstances of it all.

There she had experienced genuine friendship. She seemed a little melancholic recalling how things were no longer the same with her beloved friends after she became Queen.

"I want you to join me. As my guest." She said.

Your eyes widened.

"Huh..?"

"If you want to, of course!" She said, placing a hand on your shoulder. "And...Y/N. I really want you to wear...this."

She flipped through your scrapbook and her dainty finger traced over the design. It was a fishtail gown. You'd pinned a scrap of satin to the page.

"It'd look so pretty with your skin tone.." She said, softly as she met your eyes. You swallowed thickly.

The busybody maid was right. Those cerulean eyes of Historia's were often blank. But they seemed to glimmer and dance when she spoke to you.

As if for a moment, she wasn't weighed by the burden of the crown.

As if you were merely two best friends playing dress up.

You slammed the scrapbook shut and backed away from her as if you were burnt.

"I...I'm sorry. I don't think it'd be a good idea." You stuttered, feeling the tips of your ears heat up.

"What's wrong Y/N..?" Historia questioned. "Did I offend you? I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No! No. You didn't offend me." You said, sheepishly. You squinted your eyes shut as you turned away from her. God, you must've looked like a bumbling fool right now.

"I do want you to come. You were an integral part of these peace talks. I...I know I said that I barely get a say in the decisions made...but when I hear tales from people like you...our fellow Eldians who were taken away and forced to be in Marley, I want to create a better future."

Don't. Don't. Don't.

"Historia...I really would've thought as a Queen...you'd stop being so naive." You said, voice venomous.

"...Huh?"

"Whether I'm there or here, I'm still garbage either way."

"Y/N, don't say that!" Historia pleaded, eyes watering. "Don't talk about yourself like that! You're nothing like that. You're funny...and you're smart...and you're the only person in this palace that treats me like a person..."

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip. She was probably the closest thing you'd had to a friend since you moved.

But how could you not feel this way? When every single time you were sent to work on tailoring dress you were barked at and berated by her countless staff?

You fled the palace after you finished making adjustments to the dress. This is why.

This is why your guard was up in the first place. Feelings like that were icky to you. Because they make you feel like you're not in control of the situation.

You heard your name being called just as you reached the grand doorways of the palace, and turned to see one of her maids. It wasn't the one with loose lips.

She handed you an envelope, and you took it gingerly as if it was poisonous. Your hand trembled as you saw a small note clipped to the envelope.

'If you change your mind.'

It was undoubtedly her handwriting.

Historia's dress was delivered.

There was a small part of you that wanted to be present when she tried on the final product. Your heart hammered when you remembered the way she would gush over the work you showed her.

Your reaction to her telling you to wear the dress from your scrapbook was odd because you had already finished the extravagant gown.

But despite it being your creation, it never felt that it should be yours. You designed it with women like her in your mind. The elite women.

Hunching over as you clutched your head, all you could do was sigh.

It was worse that Historia had revealed one of the friends she made in the Training Corps was Reiner of all people.

Along with Reiner's victories back when he met you, one of his biggest feats was when he and others infiltrated the "Island of Devils", even if the mission had fallen flat.

"I'm not oblivious." She giggled. "Every guy in there was head over heels for me. But I didn't feel the same way."

Reiner.

Things ended so sourly. But even after all these years, he was the only person who had your heart.

It was true, you were overwhelmed with his turmoil. And if you weren't a street urchin who kept your wits about you for survival, you might've taken up that offer to run away with him.

But where would you have even gone? If he deserted his post, you both would've been strung up and slaughtered.

Sex made you sick. Sex repulsed you.

When you closed your eyes, you still had images of when the drunk Marleyan soldiers leered at you and treated you like disposable trash.

The rancid smell of beer, the way their hands grabbed and forced you down.

Using you to get off. Sometimes they got violent for no apparent reason. In the beginning, during your first days, you were too scared to fight back.

That is, until one day one of them gave you a black eye and the Madam of the brothel saw it. She took him behind the tavern with a shotgun and the next thing you know, his brain was splattered across the windows.

She then began to teach you some self-defense and comforted you. You might've resented her, she was the embodiment of the force that kept you there.

However, you were forever grateful.

Then came along Reiner.

A broken man, like all the others. But he took his turmoil and lashed out at himself constantly.

"I don't want...to be like them." It echoed in your mind.

Tears begin to prickle at your waterline as you held onto a piece of fabric, absentmindedly.

"I wish I told you that you would never be like them."

Now, it was not as if you didn't see Reiner. He and the others had made a large spectacle during the Rumbling, and honestly, when you saw his Titan form, the blood drained out of your face and you nearly lost your balance.

But the possibility of being face-to-face with him at that ball was making you lose your sanity.

What was there even to say?

Or maybe Reiner moved on and settled down.

You were sure seeing him with another would've shattered your heart.

"Historia...?" You called out. She whipped her head around to turn to face you. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her make-up had slightly streaked down her cheeks.

"Y/N!" She gasped. "I thought you wouldn't come, oh I'm so happy!"

She threw her arms around you, drawing you close for a hug.

"What's the matter..?" You asked, as you absentmindedly cupped the side of her face.

"Nothing! I promise." She said, with a shaky laugh.

"C'mon. Don't lie to me." You said, blinking a few times. "Hope you weren't that torn up over me bailing."

"Oh please, don't flatter yourself." She giggled as she released you from her grip.

Reiner felt bile scratch at the sides of his throat as his eyes were transfixed on the current scene unwinding in front of him on the balcony.

How the hell did you know Historia? And why were you two in an embrace like that? 

He muttered a bunch of apologies and "excuse me's" when he pushed past people in an attempt to run off from the scene.

Jean's eyebrows furrowed when he noticed Reiner taking off in a hurry.

"Oi..! Reiner..!" He called out as he chased after him.

"I just..." Historia was unsure how to begin as she looked out the balcony, gazing out at buildings within the walls. "I guess talking about the Survey Corps with you. It reminded me of my first love."

"Who...your husband..?"

"No...I feel like a witch for even saying this. But it was always something of convenience with him. I've never truly loved somebody the way I loved Ymir." She said with a sigh.

"Oh.." You responded. "What...happened to her? You told me all that stuff about her but-"

"Marley took her." Historia said, quaking with rage.

It was clear she didn't want to divulge what happened, but it was obvious if Marley had taken her, she had met a grisly end.

"Throwing this stupid ball. Celebrate peace talks but the damage has already been done." She said, through gritted teeth. "But I'm supposed to go up there and pretend like everything is splendid. Y/N...maybe I'm selfish but I'm just tired."

"Historia...you're not selfish." You said.

"I'm complaining about royal duties...to somebody who was forced into a brothel."

"It's not a competition." You snorted. "We've both had it hard. You're right, you are in a position of privilege. But that doesn't diminish the pain and suffering you've been put through while wearing that godforsaken crown."

You preferred to keep it neat and short. It was merely an assumption, but you figured Historia having to give birth as well as marry a man she didn't love broke her spirit.

"Y/N...thank you." She sniffled.

"C'mon.." You said, taking her hand. "Let's go touch up your make-up."

"You damn blockhead! Wait up!" Jean huffed, as Reiner rushed through the maze-like gardens of the palace.

He finally caught up with Reiner, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him to turn to face him which angered Reiner even more.

"What...?!" Reiner bellowed, seething as he almost lunged at Jean ready to tear his head off.

"What did you see that was so terrible you had to take off running with your tail between your legs?!" Jean barked at him, as he grabbed Reiner by his shirt collar.

"I saw her!" Reiner cried out voice cracking as he shoved Jean off of him.

It took Jean a moment. But the realisation sunk in and he immediately released his grip from Reiner as his eyebrows knitted together in shock.

"The girl from the brothel?" Jean spoke, with an incredulous look.

Reiner had gotten a glimpse of you during the Rumbling. Beside his mother, but he remembered how much he'd hurt you so he had left you alone.

But when he saw you make your way through the ballroom, he almost did a spit take. It had to be destiny. 

He let you go twice. He couldn't let you go a third time.

There was a multitude of reasons why Reiner had joined the others in the crusade against Eren, however, he figured you contributed to the sequence of events that made his decision change.

You urged him.

"Free yourself. From being a pawn. That's what you can do for me. Do that and I'll forgive you."

Your final words to him, it had been four years now. But they still rang in his head every so often. It was obvious what you were alluding to.

He was a pawn to Marley.

But even after he and the others defeated Eren, he didn't feel free. Just constantly tormented by his sins. 

And though Reiner regretted every life he took and ruined, the memory of the way you winced when he spat those venomous words at you was the one that made him want to tear himself apart, limb from limb.

He pulled a grim face as he nodded.

"So why'd you run off..?"

"She...was with Historia...they looked like they were lovers or something.." He said, as he hung his head low.

Jean scoffed and shook his head.

"Doubt it. Don't you know women are touchy-feely with each other? You're so damn hopeless." Jean said as he folded his arms.

"Watch it." Reiner warned. "But are you sure?"

"She's married, Reiner. And let's say she was cheating with your little crush, I doubt they'd do it somewhere as obvious."

Reiner let out a sigh.

"Just go and talk to her, god damn it." Jean said as he shoved Reiner.

"You ever think of starting an advice bureau, Horsey?"

"Call me that and I'll kick your ass again."

"Dunno. I kinda just let you that one time." Reiner snickered.

"Just go get her." Jean hissed as he kneed Reiner's thigh.

"Jeez! I'm goin'!" Reiner whined as he rubbed the back of his thigh.

"This dress really is beautiful." Historia said after the two of you exited the bathroom, as she smoothed a hand over the skirts.

"Flatterer." You scoffed. "And I'm not complimenting you back."

"Wouldn't dream of it. I guess that's what made me so fond of you." Historia said with a smile.

You frowned as you saw the smile on her face wipe away almost immediately, then you craned your head to look at who she was staring at.

The three of you must've looked ridiculous to a bystander. Reiner gawking at the both of you, you trembling slightly at Reiner and Historia staring at him eyes wide like saucers.

"Ah! There you are!" A voice called out, as you glanced at a man who towered over the three of you with a sandy brown mullet. "They're waiting for you, my lady!"

He grinned as he linked arms with Historia to pull her away, then shot Reiner a "you owe me" look.

"But...Jean..!" Historia protested, but soon enough the two of them were gone.

"Can I take you somewhere?" Reiner finally spoke, after minutes of unbearable silence.

"Depends. Where do you have in mind?" You replied, voice teasing as you arched a brow. But your hands were clammy with sweat as you gripped the dress for dear life.

And Reiner could cry.

He'd fallen for your scent. Odd, but it was one of the most distinctive things about you. Secondly, was the way you made him sweat a little.

"Not too far. Just outside."

"Lead the way, Marley's Shield." You giggled.

"I told you I hate that nickname." He chuckled as he held open the door for you.

"I know." You responded with a smirk.

Heading away from the celebrations, back into the garden he had rushed to off earlier, you and Reiner took a seat on the stone ledge of the grand ornamental fountain.

You could still hear the crowds within the palace with the music and cheering but it being muffled made you and Reiner chuckle.

Both of you were unsure of what to say.

Reiner would never repeat the sore mistake of blurting out what came to mind.

The sound of the water delicately trickling down the tiers was soothing to both of you. Reiner who had spent almost the entirety of his life on the battlefield.

You who always had unwelcome touch roaming your body.

“Sometimes I think it’s limbo.” You said, since you had an inkling Reiner was still entirely ashamed of your last conversation.

“How so?” He responded as he nervously wrung his hands.

“It can’t be a dream. Dreams are nice.” You scoffed. “Limbo is nothingness.”

“What would make it a dream…?” He asked softly. 

You swallowed. His gentle voice was what you always remembered over the separation.

He was always curious to know about you. Before you fell apart so horrendously he spiralled into a wallowing energy vampire.

“To be happy. Not have a care in the world. I meet so many customers and their only worry is these damn clothes. I sound bitter, huh?”

“No…you don’t. You’ve been through a lot, Y/N. You’re not asking for much.”

“I am.” You said with a bitter laugh.

“Happiness is not asking for a lot.” He said, voice turning firm.

A mere sentence made your throat crawl. Wanting nothing more than to burst into tears like a child. But you held it in. You were good at that.

Crybabies didn’t veer far into the underground world you’d come from.

“Did you…speak to your mother?” You finally said.

Your verdict on his constant tirades. The stab at the jugular that ultimately destroyed you and Reiner. 

He nodded.

“She said sorry.”

Sorry for a multitude of things. Sorry for poisoning my child’s brain. Sorry for making him turn into a war machine for the sole purpose of how I hated myself.

“Did you accept it?”

“Of course I did.” He sighed as his eyes fixated on the paving of the courtyard. “I thought it was all I wanted. Maybe it’d stop everything in my head. But the damage has already been done. Her apology is useless.”

“An apology wouldn’t erase the pain and hurt in your heart, Reiner.” You said.

“It sounds like I’m complaining.” He snorted. “She said sorry. I accepted. I really am a wallowing asshole, aren’t I?”

“A little.” You giggled which caused him to throw his head back with laughter. “But…you have reason to be.”

"Things...changed. For the better." He decided to settle on.

"I'm proud of you, Reiner." You said, firmly as you reached a hand to settle on his shoulder.

"How is it possible?" He said.

"Hm?"

"You've managed to become more gorgeous since the years passed."

"I could say the same for you, Mister." You said, beaming. "I didn't think you could get more handsome over time, yet you've proved me wrong."

Is that all there is..? Physical attraction?

No, you know there's something more to this.

It can't be just that. How can it solely be lust, when this was the man who held onto you and sobbed? And you knew for a fact you were one of the few people he showed that vulnerable side to.

"You called me delusional all those years ago..for wanting you run away with me." He chuckled shaking his head, not meeting your eyes.

"I did. But to be fair, you did sound a bit unhinged."

"Can't deny that." He snorted. "Do you still work there..?"

You shook your head.

"No...um. After the rumbling, I guess the ambassadors tried to advocate for some of the people Marley brought here. I work at a tailor's now."

"Oh." He said, a little surprised. "Do you like it there?"

"Yeah. It's nice to be seen in daylight."

A silence fell over the two of you once again, as the only noise was the distant ongoings of the ball and the gentle rustling of the leaves.

"I wasn't gonna come tonight." You said as you faced outwards.

"Why not..?"

"I didn't wanna see you."

"Ouch." Reiner replied with an uneasy laugh.

"I thought you may have been married by now. Since you and the rest of them are all heroes."

"You think women would be throwing themselves at me afterwards?" He chuckled.

"Maybe.." You grinned. "Are you denying that..?"

Reiner chuckled as he awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck.

"I won't lie. I have had a few admirers..." He said with a sheepish smile.

"Oooh! And why didn't you bring any of them as a date tonight, mhm?" You grinned.

"I'm a bit disappointed that you're this enthusiastic over the prospect of me with another woman." Reiner snorted.

"I just want you to be happy. That's all I ever wanted, even if I was a bitch about it."

"Y/N, don't say that." Reiner said, the smile on his face fading almost immediately. "I wasn't good to you."

"It's not like you owed a dumb broad from a whore house anything."

He grimaced at you echoing his words from all those years ago.

"Ah...you still remember that. Word for word..?" He questioned, meekly.

"Kinda hard to forget." You replied in a wry tone. "Plus I guess one of my flaws is holding grudges."

"You didn't let me take it back." He sighed. "I'd do anything, even the most inhumane, medieval torture methods if it meant you'd forgive me."

"Reiner.." You chuckled. "Overkill."

"I suppose so. But you make me crazy, Y/N. Even if I didn't see you tonight, I'd probably be thinking about you til the day I died."

"Kiss ass." You muttered under your breath. "I missed you, big guy. Your self-flagellating ways captured my heart."

"I don't know if I should be offended by that-"

"Shut up and kiss me." You cut him off.

You didn't need to tell him twice, and he immediately pulled you close against him to meet your lips, gently.

“Would anybody notice you’ve slipped out?” You asked quietly as the two of you made your way into the inn.

“I really couldn't give a damn if they did.” He said gleefully as he suddenly threw you up in the air without warning to catch and carry you bridal style.

“Reiner!” You squealed in delight.

“You say you’re in limbo, I’d say I’m in a dream.” He said as he laid you onto the sheets. “I can’t say Heaven. I know for certain I won’t be allowed there.”

You immediately thumped his chest with a balled up fist.

“Don’t say that!” You hissed as he sat on the edge of the bed, facing away.

“C’mon Y/N. Let’s be serious.”

You pinched your nose bridge and let out an irritated sigh.

“Can we not talk about this?”

“You’re right, you’re right. Sorry.” He sighed as he rested his arms on his knees.

“…Hey.” You said softly.

“Mhm?”

His body immediately froze when you sat up from where he laid you down as you crushed your lips against his, your slender and manicured hand cupping his sharp jaw.

He felt as if his body was on fire as he relaxed into the kiss. Countless dreams of when he would ever feel those plump and soft lips of yours again.

Eyes rolling to the back of his head as his large hands pulled you onto his lap.

“Rei!-” You squeaked in surprise.

Regardless, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and revelled in the feeling of his warm and broad chest flush against yours. 

The sensation of your lips moving against his caused Reiner to let a low groan escape, his entire chest reverberating.

You pulled away to catch your breath, your fingers toying with the buttons of his shirt.

“Enjoying yourself?” You giggled at the dishevelled look on his face from one kiss.

He nodded.

“Very much so.”

You noted there was some confidence lurking and it made a smile tug at your lips. He was always so worried about hurting you or doing something wrong during intimacy.

The lamp on the bedside table illuminated his handsome, strong features as you clambered off of him.

“This dress. I want nothing more than to just tear it to shreds.” You said frustratedly as you stood up.

It was a little ridiculous to kiss him or even just lay on the bed with the gown with multiple layers of the skirt.

“Then allow me to do the honors.” He said with a mischievous glint in his eye as in a burst of adrenaline, Reiner tore apart the underskirts.

You yelped out as his hands clenched the petticoats' edges, shredding them. Tulle flying everywhere.

“Now why’d you do that for?!” You gasped as you were left in the top half of the gown. “I made that!”

“You can always make another one.” He chuckled as his eyes raked over you.

He leant back, his shirt unbuttoned to his navel where you could see slivers of his muscular definition.

Reiner without a doubt was obviously a hulking figure but there was just something special to be in such an intimate setting, seeing him like this.

Not being bought either.

You were here on your own volition and it felt liberating.

“There’s still a lot of layers.” He remarked and you felt the tips of your ears heat up. You knew that you must’ve looked ridiculous with the stockings and drawers of all things.

“Gah!” You cried out, covering your face. “Just take them off!”

He got up from the edge of the bed and knelt to his knees on the wooden planks of the floor.

“Reminds you of old times, huh?” He chuckled as his weathered and calloused hands peeled away the cotton.

“Yeah.” You giggled. “Not in a sexy way.”

“Let me change that, yeah?” He said in a hushed tone as he grasped your hips.

Your skin was flush from the excitement and anticipation. Feeling a heat pool in your gut as his lips pressed your hip bone and underneath your navel.

“…Reiner.” You shuddered.

“Shhh, shh. I got you.” He smiled as he looked up at you. “We’ll get all these pesky clothes off soon.”

You snorted, struggling to believe this was the same Reiner who had mini panic attacks over the premise of having sex with you.

“What’s so funny, mhm?” He murmured.

“Just…things changed like you said earlier.”

“I’m a man to my core, Y/N.” He said as he shed the last piece of garments off, then laid you back down on the bed again.

Now free from the oppressive quicksand of the ballgown you were drowning in earlier.

“You’re the woman of my dreams.” He continued in a low murmur as he hovered above you, caging you with his body. “Whether that’s the usual happy moments on our own greenland. On a farm…I have other thoughts too, Y/N.”

This is the most he’s talked.

“Will I scare you away? Would you be disappointed with me, Y/N?” He said as he stared so intently into your eyes, your lips barely inches apart. “Would you think I became like those depraved soldiers I swore to never become…if I told you the lewd thoughts I had about you..?”

Your interest was piqued. You shook your head as you reached a hand to stroke the nape of his neck.

“Tell me, Reiner.” You whispered.

The only sound in the room was your heavy breathing along with Reiner’s as he took in your features. You saw his Adam’s apple bob slightly.

“Your soft skin…it feels so heavenly..” He murmured. “The plump flesh of your thighs…your curves. Your entire body…” He spoke as his heart pounded. “I need you. I need to touch every inch of you. I need to taste you.”

You were caught off guard at the statement. Not to mention Reiner’s expression. The lust and desire for you was coursing through his veins.

“…Make me yours.” You whispered.

And that was all he needed to hear before he pressed his body against yours and your lips met once again. He was kissing furiously, pushing you further and further, almost deep into the mattress.

His warmth, his weight and his aroma flooded your senses.

Your hands began to roam down his back, but you quickly began to undo his belt buckle like a madwoman, and tugged off his pants and underwear.

He was so enthralled by you, he hadn’t even given you a chance to undress him properly.

You slipped your tongue to explore his mouth.

“Reiner…” You sighed, chest heaving.

He was losing his mind in the lust filled fog. Your voice was so sexy, so erotic to him. When his name falls from your lips, he swears it makes his cock twitch.

He will hold back for now. He wants to get reacquainted to the temple of your body he swore to all these years ago.

Hands start off by cupping your cheeks as he continues to hungrily licks the inside of your mouth. You feel powerless in a way. It was always you in control during those nights.

But he’s a new man.

They’re almost everywhere and you’re losing yourself. You can’t keep track of the way his hands are grasping every surface of you as he sucks harshly on the column of your throat and the side of your neck.

You’ve been reduced to putty as Reiner relentlessly takes your body.

“Reiner…I can’t…” You whimper pathetically as your hand holds onto the railing of the headboard.

“Hm?” He says as his warm breath tickles the shell of your ear, and he kicks it up further as the tip of his tongue darts inside of your ear. 

It makes you writhe underneath him.

“I’ll never hurt you again. I’ll make you so happy, baby. I promise.” He mumbles as he thrusted in and out of you.

Your nails dug into his back, clawing downwards as you tried to anchor yourself during his relentless pace. He hissed and gasped as he felt blood draw but he choked out a lusty groan.

“Are you tryna…get back at me?” He stuttered with a smile as his jaw clenched.

“Maybe.” You snorted but was reduced to stammers and whining as his lips trailed down further from your collarbone to your chest as he bit down on your breast slightly.

“Reiner…!” You whined.

You buried your face into the crook of his neck as his thrusts became sloppier.

“That’s it…” You mumbled as you smoothed down his blonde tresses, stroking the back of his head. “I missed you too…so much.”

“You…did?” He gasped out, feeling his high approach him.

“Reiner…” You choked out. “Telling you to leave…” You winced a little. “Was the hardest thing I’d done..”

“Y/N..” He whimpered as you felt the warmness gush inside of you. You knew it was wrong but to be frank at this point in time you could care less.

As his warm seed gushed inside of your womb, your back arched into Reiner’s chest, mewling almost.

Reality sunk in when Reiner peeled his sweaty body off of you.

“God, Y/N…! I wasn’t thinking! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby I just-” He ranted as he tugged the roots of his hair frantically.

“Shhh…” You put a finger on his lips and gave him a lazy grin. “I wanted this.”

His eyes widened at your statement.

“Huh..?!”

“I don’t care. I wanted it.” You snorted. “There’s an old trick…you just screw somebody on your least fertile day.”

“You’re annoying.” He snorted as he sat up, then brushed the dishevelled hair from face.

He headed over to the small bathroom and began to wash you with a clean washcloth.

Soon enough, you wrapped your arms around his waist as you lay your head on his chest as you began to drift off to sleep.

He brushed his fingers across your cheek, you were so pretty to him fast asleep. Your lashes and lips were his favorite features of yours.

Reiner’s head swirled with constant persuasions to keep you around. He had to figure something out by morning.

"And...being face to face with you after all these years, Y/N, please. I'd be a madman to let you slip from my grasp again."

"We...we can start again, Reiner." You smiled.

As you two stood before each other, there was a fragile hope, reminiscent of delicate petals emerging from a long dormant stem.

Reiner could never move past your brown eyes. It was difficult to miss the memories of past hurt, that he vowed to make up for as long as he lived.

Your love once scarred began to heal, just as a blossom mends after a storm, and together you would embrace the promise of a new beginning, nurturing your love like a garden in full bloom.

author’s note: nawww i lowkey hate this but whatever 😭 reiner suffers enough BUT WHY IS WRITING SMUT THEEEEE WORSTTTTTTT OMFGGGGGGG anyways ty if u reached this far all luv❤️ reblog plzzzzz it’d make my day. also if there’s any grammatical or spelling mistakes sawry im publishin dis at 4am ☹️

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