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sleepingdeath-light · 2 months

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what kind of dad he’d be hcs ; zeke yeager

requested by ; anonymous (10/10/23)

fandom(s) ; attack on titan

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; zeke yeager

outline ; “Hello! Can I request a dad headcanons (as in reader is his kid) about Reiner or Zeke [you can do both of them if you feel like it] (AoT)? What kind of father would he be and how would he deal with being a single parent. Those dudes have some issues, so I'm curious how that would impact their parenting styles. Have a nice day or night!”

note ; very shaky characterisation as i haven’t written for reiner before — also this spans from pre-rumbling to just before his death

warning(s) ; canon typical references to violence and angst, but mostly fluff!

though he is a notably ruthless and cunning tactician on the battlefield, when it comes to his role as your father zeke does his best to be just about everything his own father wasn’t — sometimes this translates to his patience when helping you learn about the history of your world or another fundamental skill, and other times this means him greeting you with warmth and affection after a successful mission with his fellow soldiers (giving you all of the attention he was denied growing up… or, well, as much of it as he can afford to give due to how all consuming his role can be)

when he’s out on missions or training it’s his grandparents that take care of you, making sure that you’re well loved and supported as you learn and grow as a person — they’re also the ones that keep track of any milestones you reach in his absence so that he’s able to quickly get back up to speed whenever he comes home

every second that he has to spare is spent doting on you: playing games together, helping you with your homework, helping you read that new book he bought you, eating together as a family, and giving you every little gift he collected on his missions away — it’s hard to find something that’s not charred and broken after he’s attacked a town, but he somehow always manages because in zeke’s mind you only deserve the best

he deals with an immense amount of guilt for bringing you into a world where you’re seen as a threat for your heritage and while he does go through a period of deliberation just after your birth, in the end he still decides to go through with his plan of sterilising all eldians — he loves you, adores you even, but he’s well and truly set on doing what he perceives to be the right thing for all of humanity… even if it means negatively impacting you in the process

zeke is all too aware that his time on this earth has been massively shortened by his adoption of the beast titan form, and naturally he started putting in measures from your infancy to ensure that you’d be well taken care of after his inevitable death — he arranged for his grandparents to formally adopt you and take you in, starts writing letters to you in his free time for all of those milestones he’s going to miss, sera aside some clothing and other items of his for you to keep as reminders of him, and even goes and gets a formal family picture done when you’re old enough to remember it

he doesn’t talk to you much about your grandparents, diana and grisha, but you learn the basics from your great grandparents — who they were, what happened to them, and what their relationship with your father was like (of course zeke leaves you a letter with a full explanation about your heritage to read once you’re old enough, and he’s long dead, but for now all you need to know is the ‘who’ and that they died a long time before you were born)

of course he isn’t perfect and, as much as he tries to emulate the positive example set by his grandparents, there are times when he makes mistakes and lashes out at you for something you’ve done (usually interrupting him when he’s in a meeting or doing something dangerous without realising just how risky your behaviour was) — in those moments he’ll scream so harshly that you can’t help but be terrified, and the moment you start crying and he notices it you’ll see him freeze as he snaps out of his anger before he goes to comfort you and apologise

he refuses to be like grisha

he’s extremely protective and secretive about you and isn’t above threatening or killing people that try to leverage your existence against him — in fact he’s so keen on keeping your existence as his child as much of a secret as possible that there are only a small handful of people that know about you (namely your family — including eren when zeke was trying to get him to sympathise with his cause — and a few of his most trusted fellow warriors)

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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 (𝐈)

[panel reads from right to left]

» Part 2 [ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This was initially parts 1 and 2, but I decided to combine them. [ SYNOPSIS ] Summer is approaching and you desire to attend class like a good student is dwindling. You decide to ditch class and soak up the sun (okay, Sheryl Crow), but end up face-to-face with star pitcher, Zeke Yeager, who has similar plans. [ WORD COUNT ] 3.8k [ CONTENT ] High school AU, cigarettes, poor school attendance, Grisha's a shitty dad, and you have to ride a bike up a steep ass hill.

“Wait, so you’re really going to ditch?” Pieck asked.

She was always unimpressed with your life choices though her judgment did little to stop you. You haphazardly tossed your physics textbook in your locker and slammed it shut.

“It’s Friday. What could I possibly miss?”

Pieck sighed. “I don’t know, a pop quiz?”

“A pop quiz? I don’t think I’ve ever had a pop quiz in my academic career.”

“We’ve definitely had them.”

“Okay, but who actually calls them that? It’s not like we live in a John Hughes movie.”

You both headed down the hall, towards the back of the school. It was the easiest way to escape the campus. All the other openings were patrolled by the one lazy campus cop that spent his time harassing students for no good reason.

“I guess this is where we part then,” Pieck muttered. “I’ll let you know if you miss anything…”

She wandered off, angry you’d be letting her suffer in physics class all alone.

“Sorry!” You waved, hoping she’d turn around. But she never did.

You pushed through the double doors and relished in the sunlight kissing your skin. It was 90 degrees but a cool breeze tempered the heat. A perfect day in June.

You looked around, not a soul in sight. You crept past a couple beige portables the school built three years ago.

“… I thought portables were supposed to be temporary,” you mumbled under your breath once you cleared the area.

“They just tell us that to placate us.”

You whipped around to see star pitcher and general nuisance, Zeke Yeager, laying down in the grass. He was wearing his cream colored fitted baseball pants; the knees strained with brown dirt. He wore a tight white t-shirt tucked into his pants with a black belt. He sat up, and lit a cigarette. He adjusted his glasses, and looked you up and down.

“Don’t you have class?” He took a long drag and exhaled the smoke in your general direction.

“I could easily ask you the same thing.”

“Feel free.”

“Don’t you have cl—”

“Oh yeah, I had physics but I decided to skip it today. Do I really need to learn about gravity if I already deal with it everyday?”

You gave him a quizzical look. He could not have been this dense. His grey eyes met yours; his gaze was intense.

“I’m kidding.”

You stood around awkwardly. Part of you wanted to peace out and let this talking ashtray go back to laying on the field. But the other part was transfixed by his demeanor.

“I figured. You don’t look that stupid,” you said.

“What class are you ditching?”

You dropped your backpack and sat next to Zeke, making sure to keep some distance from him. He was cute and it made you woefully nervous.

“Anatomy.”

“Lame. I would’ve ditched too.”

Zeke was notorious for his shitty attendance. He was perpetually ten minutes late. And he ditched class whenever he felt like it. No one gave him any shit though because he was on the baseball team. Your high school followed the classic rule: athletes can basically do whatever the fuck they want so long as they don’t fail their courses.

That was something Zeke never needed to worry about. He was intelligent, one of the smartest boys in your class. He had never gotten a single F in his life. You only knew this because people tended to talk about him in the halls. He wasn’t popular by any means, but everyone knew him. He was the best pitcher on the team. He frequently got caught smoking cigarettes in the bathroom. He got invited to all the parties.

“What class would you not ditch?” You questioned.

He lit another cigarette with the cherry end of his previous one.

“I don’t know. I like lit and film a lot.”

Your jaw dropped.

“I wanted to get into that class so bad!”

He snickered. “What did you get instead?”

“… Multicultural lit. Also known as, let’s read books from Western European countries because that’s so multicultural. I fail to recognize how reading a bunch of books by old white men is multicultural in any sense.”

“Are you implying white men operate under a universal culture?”

“And if I am?”

He took a drag. “You’re a genius.”

Your face grew hot. No one had ever called you a genius before, jokingly or not.

“Th—thanks.”

“Yeah, most of my teammates got into lit and film pretty easy, but you know… Privilege.”

You couldn’t hide your distaste. “It’s bullshit.”

“Oh, no! You’re absolutely right. I assure you I am the only one in there that knows we have a 12 page paper on Rashomon due next week.”

You threw your hands up in the air. “See! I want to write an essay on Kurosawa!”

He laughed. “You can write mine, if you want.”

You looked at him, completely dumbfounded.

“Ew, no.”

He playfully elbowed you in the ribs.

“I figured it was worth a shot. You want one?”

He offered you a cigarette. It was one of those weird brown ones, no filter. You’d only smoked once at a party. You had chugged three light beers and decided to bum one off of a rando. A menthol. It didn’t vibe with your lungs to say the least.

But for whatever reason, you said, “Sure.”

He handed you one and you were puzzled. You examined both ends, not sure which one you should light.

“Here,” he said softly.

He plucked the cigarettes from your hands and held it to your lips. His face was so close to yours, you thought you would die right then and there. You parted your lips and accepted the cigarette. He held a lighter to the end.

“Inhale,” he commanded.

You did and immediately coughed.

“Shit, my throat,” you choked out.

He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder, smiling like a proud father.

“Feels good, right?”

“Hardly.” You took another drag and coughed.

“Are you trying to look cool for me, kiddo?”

“No,” you gasped.

He squeezed your shoulder and then proceeded to take the cigarette from you.

“You’re too pretty to smoke anyway.”

“And you aren’t?”

“Are you implying that I’m pretty?”

“Are you implying that I’m pretty?” you parroted back.

He blushed. “It didn’t imply it so much as directly admit it,” he laughed.

“What the fuck is going on here? Yeager, don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”

It was the campus cop. You panicked. You weren't a little miss perfect type, but you would be grounded for a month if you got caught cutting class. The cop was far off enough that you could maybe make a break for it. You stared at the gate in the distance. You were fast. And Zeke was an athlete so running should be easy for him. The cop began to lumber towards you both.

“Let’s go,” you whispered, sneakily putting your backpack on.

“What?”

The cop was cresting the hill. You were running out of time.

“Let’s,” you stood up, “go!”

You grabbed Zeke by the wrist and dragged him upright.

“Where?”

You pointed at the gate.

“C’mon, baseball boy, I’m not trying to go to baby jail.”

You both ran towards the gate. You prayed for freedom. You looked back at the cop and finally reached your original location. He stood confused and shouted, “Yeager! Where you going, dude?!”

“Dude?” you panted. You don’t know what possessed you to speak while running for your life.

“Yeah, he tries to act like we’re cool. It’s odd.”

You stopped once you reached the gate. You slid through the opening and ended up in a residential area. You were both catching your breath when you noticed you were still holding onto him.

“Oh fuck, my bad.”

“Huh?” He looked down at his wrist. “Oh! Ha, you’re fine. I didn’t mind your gorilla grip. I doubt I would’ve ran that fast on my own. I am in sandals.”

He gestured towards his feet, he was in fact wearing Birkenstocks and white gym socks.

“Well, now what?” you pondered.

You examined the row of tract homes, some more derelict than others. Most of the windows were busted in leaving the sidewalk glittered with broken glass. You dragged your foot across the shards, relishing in the noise of it cracking under your weight.

Zeke stretched his arms over his head and yawned. “I’m gonna head home. I wanna nap before practice.”

“Oh,” you said dejectedly.

You were hoping you would go on some sort of adventure together. Maybe grab burritos. Talk more about Kurosawa films. Smoke his fancy cigarettes. Maybe even rest your head on his shoulder.

“But I’m not doing anything after. We might be going kind of late tonight, but if you’re free we should meet up.”

“Really?!” You adjusted your tone so you didn’t sound so eager. “Yeah, I don’t have anything going on so sure.”

“Cool. Here.” He handed you his phone. “Add your number.”

You added your number to his contacts list.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked, handing his phone back to him.

“Not sure, but you’re smart. I’m sure you’ll think of something.” He punctuated the sentence with a wink and walked off.

You sighed and decided to head home. You were a latchkey kid so it’s not like anyone would be waiting for you. Halfway through your journey your phone vibrated multiple times in rapid succession. You checked it and saw messages from an unknown number:

you’re not gonna be one of those gorgeous girls that ghosts me, right? sorry that sounds so pathetic. promise i’m not one of those guys that get butthurt over a girl i’m looking forward to hanging out lol SHIT. sorry if i’m laying it on thick. you looked so cute choking to death.

Ghosting Zeke did cross your mind, mostly because you wanted to beat him to the punch. You found it hard to believe he wanted anything to do with you. It wasn’t a lack of confidence on your part; you knew you were hot shit. Simply put it all felt absurd, too idyllic. Meet up with him after baseball practice? Ha, sure.

But to your surprise you got a series of texts.

SHIT. sorry if i’m laying it on thick. you looked so cute choking to death. WAS THAT INAPPROPRIATE TO SAY? i feel like it was. was it weird? 😂 hella weird but it's okay for the record that emoji was ironic sure it was. is 8 too late? ... i take it back. i rhymed. we can’t hang out. sorry ⚰️

You opted to call him. The phone rang for what felt like forever

“He would be the type to not answer his—”

“Hello?”

“Oh! Hi! Uh,” you spat out in a panic.

Words were a foreign concept. You hadn’t thought about what you’d say after he answered the phone. You weren’t much of a planner evidently.

“Is 8 too la—Nope, not doing it again. Does 8 work for you?”

You smiled at him avoiding the rhyme. His voice radiated pride.

“Nope. I’m not some baby.”

“Never said you were one, kiddo.”

“Kiddo? Really?”

“I said what I said.”

Could he be anymore obnoxious? You shook your head. He probably could.

You sighed. “Whatever. What do you wanna do?”

“Can you ride a bike?”

You paused. “… Yes.”

“Do you have one?”

You thought hard. Your mom had a beat up, turquoise fixed gear she kept in the garage but you couldn’t even remember the last time you rode a bike.

“Yeah, I have my mom’s.”

“Cool. I’ll drop a pin. See you soon, beautiful.”

He hung up before you could even comprehend a word he said. You looked down at your outfit. You felt anything other than beautiful. You got off your bed and walked over to your closet. You eyed a floral-print sundress but shook your head. You barely knew him! It had only been a few hours since you last saw him. You never put this much thought into stuff like this, so why start now? You had every reason in the world to be confident.

But alas, you remained self-conscious. Plagued with insecurity and teenage woe.

“Try hard,” you murmured.

Nothing looked particularly appealing. You were embarrassed it crossed your mind to look cute for Zeke.

“Gross. If anything I should look uglier.”

You decided not to change your outfit. There was no reason to overthink it. You were going biking with the guy and it’s not even like it was a date. He just asked you to hang out in a very flirtatious way.

You ran downstairs and crept into the garage to grab your mom’s bike. As you managed to free it from the closet you knocked over the recycling bin.

“Sweetie, is everything okay out there?”

You panicked. She wouldn’t mind you taking her bike, nor would she mind you going out on a Friday night. But you couldn’t bear the thought of telling her you were going to meet up with a boy. You hit the switch and opened the garage door.

“Yup. Yes. 100%.” You grimaced as you exited. “I’ll be home late. I’ll text you if I die or something.”

“Sounds good.”

And off you went.

You biked to the spot Zeke told you to meet him at. The whole thing felt kind of shady the more you thought about it. It didn’t help that he essentially had you scaling a hill. You knew by the time you got to the top you’d be sweaty. The only thing that kept you sane was knowing he’d likely be gross from baseball practice.

“Fuck,” you panted. “This is so not cool. I can’t believe I let this shithead convince me—”

“Hey there!”

You dropped your concentration for a brief moment and glanced up to see Zeke. He waved manically, clearly hamming it up for you. Typical boy nonsense.

“You’re so close! You can do it!”

You finally reached the top of the hill and leaned your mom’s bike down on the ground. You sat down on the curb and tried to catch your breath.

“Hi,” was all you could cough out.

Zeke sat down beside you. He was still in his baseball uniform. He draped an arm around you, giving you a little squeeze.

“Nice bike!”

“Thanks,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. Shockingly he didn’t reek. He smelled like a pleasant combination of peppermint Altoids and additive-free tobacco.

“If I had known you’d be rolling up on a Bianchi I would’ve had us meet on flat land. You could’ve hopped on the back of mine.”

He leaned his head on top of yours. You typically weren’t such a touchy person but something about Zeke leant himself to human contact. It felt natural, like it was always meant to be like that. His blonde hair felt like velvet up against your cheek.

“The view is worth it though, right?” he asked, expectantly.

There was a hint of worry, maybe even desperation to his tone. You stared out at the suburbs, which soon gave way to the city. The lights seemed endless, rows and rows of yellow and white pinpricking the darkness. Suburbia was never very attractive in any sense of the word, but he was right. The view was nice; it had been worth it.

“Yeah, it’s not too bad. How was practice?”

He sighed deeply.

“I’m the only person that showed up on time. No one else had their shit together. My catcher was somehow hungover even though it was a Friday afternoon and he’s barely 18. I got a ball thrown at my ass. My thumb feels weird. And my dad forgot to pick me up… Again.”

“Wow. Uh.” You struggled to find words that would console him.

“Sorry. It was not a good day to say the least.”

“No, no, I’m sorry. It sucks when you’re the only one that gives a shit.”

“No, kiddo, I’m sorry.”

“Kiddo?” you said, voice dripping with disdain.

“See! Sorry for calling you kiddo. Look at all the things I have to apologize for.”

You stared at him in disbelief. He gave you a little cat-like smirk. His grey eyes might as well have been sparkling. He knew he was charming. Boys like him were always the most beguiling. They were the ones you needed to keep an eye on, to keep at an arm’s length.

And yet, here you were with him, staring out into a vast expanse of human civilization with barely any space between you two.

“Apologies accepted then. But in all seriousness, I’m sorry your evening was shit. How did you end up getting home?”

He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“I walked,” he said, coolly.

“Far?”

He took a long drag and let the smoke drift out of his mouth.

“Few miles.”

“Well, you seem to be o—”

“I had… all my gear. I told him where to meet me. It’s not like he was clueless.”

“I—”

“But of course he tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal. His logic was, ‘It wasn’t a game.’ As if the issue was him not witnessing me play.”

You quickly realized he needed someone to merely listen to him. By look on his face you could tell people didn’t tend to lend him an ear when he needed to vent.

Zeke continued. “It’s... One second I convince myself I don’t care. And then the other… I don’t know.”

You desperately wanted to find the words to make him better. You hated to see anyone in such dire straits.

“I’m sorry your dad is such a fuck.”

He guffawed. “Understatement of the year. I wish I could return him.”

A lightbulb went off in your head. “Return to sender.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and mimicked a call. “Hey, grandpa, yeah, it’s Zeke. Can you take Grisha back?”

“He’s broken; it doesn’t father properly,” you snickered.

“Listen, I know he’s your son but he’s worthless.”

“Every day he finds new ways to disappoint everyone.”

“We thought ruining his first marriage would’ve taught him to do better but here we are.”

“Please take back this ugly man you call your son.”

He snorted. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s slow down. I do kind of look like him.”

You stared blankly at him. “All the more reason to stand by what I said.”

You both broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, fuck, kiddo. You’re too much.”

You punched his arm.

“We’re the same age, aren’t we? You have no reason to call me that.”

“It’s ironic. That’s charming, right? You’re into irony.”

You took a good look at him. He was right; you did have an affinity for irony.

“Charming? You? Ha!” you scoffed.

“I’ll have you know I’m a delight. People love me.”

“Psh.”

Again, he was right. He was endearing, easy to talk to. There was a reason everyone at school knew him. The teachers adored him and sang his praises. Girls whispered about him in the locker room. But oddly enough he wasn’t one of the “popular kids”. People talked about Zeke but they never talked to him. They treated him more as an idea, a concept, rather than a person.

“I’m a treat. You will never convince me otherwise.”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t bother. It’d be fruitless,” you said.

“So you��re admitting that I’m charming?”

“I guess.”

A smug expression crept upon his face. If you could’ve taken back those two words, you would have.

“The feeling is mutual,” he said in a singsong voice.

Your eyes widened and your face grew warm. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Wow! Look at us! Two charming friends!” you called out nervously.

Idiot. You didn’t want to be friends! You wanted him to wrap his arms around you, call you kiddo even though it annoyed you, kiss you under the fucking stars! You cursed your mouth for betraying you. It crossed your mind to toss out a casual “jk” but you froze.

However the comment didn’t seem to bother Zeke.

“You know I can’t remember the last time someone actually called me their friend.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. How embarrassing is that.” He adjusted his glasses; clearly a nervous habit.

“I’ve heard more embarrassing things.”

He smiled. “Oh, good.”

“I don’t have many friends either, if it makes you feel better. I mean, other than Pieck I’m a bit of a loner.”

“I know, it never made sense to me.”

Jesus fucking Christ, was he trying to kill you with kindness?

You laughed nervously. “I think people think I’m a bit of bitch or standoffish. I could probably be friendlier.”

“Fuck that.” He lit another cigarette. “Want one?”

You shook your head.

He continued. “Being friendly is overrated. People take advantage of that. Plus you’re hardly bitchy. You just listened to me whine about my daddy issues. You’re a saint if anything.”

Again, he was laying it on thick. Calling you a saint was borderline too much to take.

“You have to stop. I’m gonna die if you keep gassing me up like this.”

He coughed. “Fine. You’re gross. The worst. I never want to see you and your nasty ass again.”

“There we go.”

He leaned his head on your shoulder again. The more you thought about his behavior it became clear he didn’t get much affection, platonic or otherwise. You still had an inkling he had a crush on you. But you decided to focus more on being a friend, someone he could come to. You knew a girlfriend could do those things, but romance seemed trivial. He didn’t need a love interest; he needed a buddy.

You were ripped away from your thoughts as you heard a faint vibration.

“Ugh. It’s my dad.”

Zeke got up and answered his phone.

“What?!” he shouted.

He wandered off. You could hear him arguing in the distance. Part of you wanted to run up and grab his phone and tell his dad off. But that would’ve been absolutely bonkers. You looked out at the view and tried to think about other things.

“Whatever. Bye.”

You heard footsteps behind you and the flicker of a lighter.

“What happened?” you asked; your voice filled with concern.

He stared at you. His grey eyes were lifeless.

“I gotta go.”

“Oh, okay,” you said with a frown.

“But I had fun. Thanks for hanging out with me. Are you gonna get home okay?”

“Yeah, I don’t live too far from here.”

You both stood in silence, staring at your shoes. Neither of you wanted to go home.

“Can I… escort you home?”

“Sure?”

His eyes lit up and he tossed his lit cigarette into the street. You prayed it didn’t start a fire.

“Cool! Let’s go!”

He picked up his bike and mounted it. You did the same.

“Race down the hill? I know it’s steep, but it’ll be fun,” he said with a goofy, boyish grin.

You usually weren’t reckless as grievous bodily harm was anything but appealing, but you said fuck it.

“Ladies first!” And with that you sped down the hill.

“Cheater!” Zeke shouted as he trailed after you.

Needless to say, you won the race.

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chatterbox-73 · 2 years

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Simptember 2022.

Day 2 - Future.

Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: why yes another part two my friends… part two to dirty talk from kinktober 2021. (read the other part for some context)

Sorry if it’s a bit rushed, work didn’t do me too kind today🥲

Summary: Zeke ruins the surprise he worked so hard to make just to further spite his father.

Word count: 1.3k

CW: NSFW and adult content, slightly arguing, sappy future stuff, happy crying, more fluff then smut, floor sex, loud sex and drinking alcohol.

It had almost been a two weeks since Zeke’s door was taken and the both of you had started apartment hunting, in this time you’d both gone cold Turkey, as your current living situation was able to house both you and him, however your roommate absolutely hated Zeke and made little effort to hide it, this had resulted in the both of you taking that next step in your relationship and moving in together.

You sat cuddled up close to Zeke on the couch as he finished writing a work email, you smiled as he sent off the email and kissed his cheek, “have to heard anything about the house, I’m really praying we get that five bedroom we bid on” you hummed as you rested your head on his shoulder and Zeke chuckled while he shut off his laptop, “yeah it was perfect for us… I can’t wait to live together, it’s well overdue” he’s arm reached around you to pull you closer and he rested a finger under your chin then softly kissing your lips but before anything could go further you were both interrupted, “alright enough!” Grisha scolded as he walked into the living room. Zeke was yet to tell his family he was moving out, though he did want to wait until you both officially owned a house.

You helped Carla place the food on the table before taking your seat next to Zeke and his grandmother, the table was filled with light chatter about everyone’s day until a harsh ringing filled the space, Zeke quickly grabbed his phone and excused himself before hurrying out of the kitchen, everyone was quiet until Zeke renter the room with a large grin on his face and sat back down next to you, “who was that my boy?” Zeke’s grandfather mirrored his smile, “it was the real estate agent” he chuckled and grabbed your hand, you snapped your head towards Zeke and gave him an expecting look, “did we?” You asked and Zeke nodded, “we got the 5 bedroom… we can go in after dinner to sign and get our keys” he beamed and you squealed before wrapping your arms wrapped him tightly, you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you realised you’d both made the first step towards your future together, “did you two find a rental you liked” Mikasa asked and you shook your head, “no we actually just bought a house” Zeke continued to beam with joy. The table filled with awes and praises that was until Grisha spoke up, “you bought a house together… aren’t you two moving a little too fast” he narrowed his eyes and you saw Carla softly hit his shoulder, “actually we’re not ‘moving too fast’… are you forgetting we’ve been together since the end of our freshman year of high school, that’s about nine almost ten year together” Zeke snapped back at his father, “finally decided to look to your future… and all it took was me taking your door off its hinges” Grisha chuckled and the both of you glared at the older man, “no it didn’t, I’d been planning to buy a home for us, for quite some time…” Zeke fixed his glasses on his face, “…and I was going to wait until we got to the new place to do this, but hey just to show you how ready for the future I am…” he stood to his feet and knelt down, “I sorry it’s not exactly romantic and I was going to wait, but marry me” Zeke pulled a black velvet ring box from his pocket and opened it to show an old engagement ring, that you instantly recognised as Zeke grandmother’s engagement ring. You were lost for words as you sat there with tear streaming down your face, “I… we… how…” you sobbed before turning to Zeke’s grandparents to see their smiling faces “did you… oh my god” they nodded and you fell into Zeke’s arms, “is that a yes sweetheart?” He whispered and you nodded before continuing to cry. It took some time for you to pull yourself together, but when you did Zeke slipped the ring on your finger before wiping your eyes and nose with his handkerchief “what an ugly face” he chuckled as he cupped your face and continued to wipe away tears, “stop…” you sniffed and lightly kicked his leg.

For the rest of the dinner Grisha stayed silent while everyone else laughed and congratulated you, after the meal Zeke and you said your goodbyes as you both had to go pick up the keys for your new place. When you got in the car and Zeke started driving you realise he was going in the wrong direction, “where are you going?” Asked confused and he only laughed, you watched out the window before you noticed he turned down a familiar street and then pulled up in front of your new house, Zeke stepped out of the car and walked around to your side, opening the door for you “are we meeting the real estate agent here?” You asked as you stepped out, “I hope not” grabbed your hand. Walking to the front door Zeke gave you a set of keys, “I don’t understand” you reached to unlocked the door, you both stepped into the house and when to did you saw the house had been filled with furniture, “is this supposed to be here?” You asked and received a nod from Zeke, “yes, I may have lied about when we got the house… we actually go to a week ago and both mine and your friends helped me move all the furniture in” he said and ushers to into the living room, “I was supposed to propose to you here, but Grisha was really getting on my nerves” he pulled you to sit down on a fluffy grey rug that sat in front of the large fireplace that had been lit, you watched as Zeke grabbed the two glasses and the bottle of wine off the coffee table before sitting back next to you.

“I love you so much” you smiled as you placed both the empty wine glasses off to the side and climbed on top of Zeke’s lap, the man’s arms wrapped tightly around you and he kissed your neck, Zeke’s hands slowly pulled your shirt and bar over your head before pushing you onto your back, kissing down your chest and stomach he undid your pants, then he pulled down your pants and underwear before quickly stripping himself. Zeke reached for his pant pocket and pulled out a condom, he leaned back and slipped it on before spitting on his hand and massaging his saliva on his member, “know you’d get lucky huh?” You chuckled and he nodded as he moved your legs onto his shoulders, “I could only hope, it’s been too long” he whispered as to separated your lower lips with his thumbs before pushing himself into your opening, you moaned out before quickly covering your mouth, Zeke grabbed your hands and kissed you before speaking “it’s just us, it our place, be as loud as you can” he began to find his pace.

You moaned out as your nails dug into Zeke’s back, “you sound so beautiful” he groan loudly as his grip on your legs tightened, his pace sped up the louder you got and you could feel yourself close to finishing, which is why it was no surprise you came as soon as he started rubbing your clit. Zeke continued rubbing you until he released himself with a very loud breathy moan, you both stay still for a moment until he pulled out of you and getting up leaving the room for a moment, before coming back with a blanket and a towelette, the man wiped your body down before laying the blanket over the both of you.

“You’re amazing Zeke Jaeger” you hummed as you cuddled into your fiancé and he kissed the top of your head, “thanks for putting up with me” he whispered and hugged you tight before you both dozed off to sleep.

Simptember masterlist (Coming soon)

Day 1 - Beast in men’s clothing:Sebastian Michaelis

Day 3 - Heat wave:Keigo Takami

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daemontargaryenwhore · 7 days

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wait, does that mean Zeke represents the apple? the exchange they made was the power Zeke could give?

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seeingivy · 11 months

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meeting the parents

roommate eren x f!reader

you swear you know the family sitting next to you at eren’s soccer game, you’re just not sure from where

**find mini-series masterlist here

an: ty for all the love on roommate eren!!!! this part was super super rushed and not AS proofread lol but I just wanted to put the idea out there to set it up for some other stuff :DDDD

previous part linked here

“Is there something I’m supposed to wear to your soccer game? I’ve never been to one before.”

You feel Eren get up from his bed, which you were currently sprawled on. You’d spent more time in his room as of late, his bed being more comfortable to watch movies on than the couch. The night you had slept in his bed felt like it breached any sense of normal boundaries between the two of you, this was the new normal. I guess touching each others scars can do that to someone.

In the middle of the movie he had picked out for today, which was a stupid nature documentary that was putting you to sleep, he had invited you to come to his first home game, which was on Friday.

He was trying to convince you - telling you Annie would be there, that there are snacks, and Jean and Armin will be too since they were part of the game. You’re positive he doesn’t understand the pull he has on you, because you’d agree to anything the second he asked.

After you agree, you can’t help but feel your heart twinge at the smile spreading across your face and you fight the urge to poke his dimples. You love his dimples. His smile lines. The softness near his eyes. You shake your head, directing your gaze back to the forest on the screen as you avoid the fluttering in your chest.

After your question about the clothes, he nearly jumped up, rummaging through his closet to find something for you to wear. After a few minutes, he throws the shirt at you, which lands square in your face, knocking you over. You pull the shirt off your face, sticking your tongue out at him as he joins you back on the bed.

You keep a respectable distance when you sit together on his bed, obviously. You can’t even look at him without exploding. And whenever he touches you, all you can think about is his soft, nimble fingers running across your skin in the night, touching all the parts of you that were hurt.

But every once in a while, Eren will brush his hand against yours while reaching for his phone, fix your hair behind your ears because you ‘look like a garden troll’, and claim you have a stray eyelash on your face just to press his fingers against your cheek.

You think it’s an excuse to touch you, that it can’t all be a mistake, but you’re also well aware that Eren can make you a little delusional. You ignore the validity of the situation all together. The less you think about his fingers on your skin, the better.

You hold the shirt up, inspecting it. Your throat drying when you realize what it is. His jersey.

“Eren. I can’t wear this.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. Aren’t you supposed to wear it while you’re playing?”

“I have another one. Plus, all the girls wear jerseys to the games. Annie’s wearing Armin’s honorary jersey.”

Annie’s not a normal girl, she’s Armin’s girlfriend. All the girlfriends wear jerseys to the game. You turn to face him, an uneasy expression pressed on your face. He rolls his eyes, his hand making its way to the top of your head. He sticks his fingers into your scalp, applying soft pressure.

“Why are you thinking so hard? It’s just a shirt. I can find you another one if it bothers you that much.”

He’s right. It’s just a shirt. To him anyways. It might mean something else for Annie and Armin and every other girl but for you guys, it’s just a shirt.

You shake your head, agreeing to wear it to the game on Friday.

The game rolls around and you’re currently seated in the stands alone. You have superstitions to thank for that.

Armin doesn’t play in the game, but helps the coaching team strategize where to put the best players. Hence, the honorary jersey Eren mentioned earlier. Armin’s been around the sport since he was a kid and knows all the players' strengths well enough to help assist in making plays. It makes a lot of sense when you think about it - Armin’s never the one at the center of the play, but definitely the mastermind behind it.

However, Armin claims that they can’t win unless he’s wearing a very specific pair of blue shoe laces. Eren explained that superstitions mean everything to the team, even to him. Apparently, he refuses to play if he isn’t wearing his key necklace. Because, he’ll lose without it. Armin’s the same with the shoelaces.

Annie was currently tearing apart Armin’s apartment, trying to find the shoelaces before they could start the game in a few minutes. Which left you alone in the stands reading the book you brought to kill the time. You’re not much of a soccer or sports fan - so you had contingency plans in place. You’re just here to support your friends and because Eren asked you to come.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, pulling out your earphones to acknowledge the nudging. You find a tall, blonde man standing over you, gesturing if he could sit next to you. He has two other people with him, a man and a woman with dark black hair, who have to be one of the player's parents. You give them a smile, nodding your head that they could take the seats next to you.

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream?”

“Yeah, I have to read it for an assignment.”

At the sound of his voice, you take a moment to really seep into the man’s features. He’s got blonde hair, thin circular framed glasses, and a full sported beard. If you had to guess, you would say he’s somewhere in his late twenties, just based on his looks and demeanor. You have a feeling you’ve seen him somewhere before, but you can’t really pinpoint where from.

“This is an interesting place to complete an assignment. What brings you here?”

You shut the book closed, squinting your eyes around on the field till you find Eren running up and down the track. The game starts in a few minutes and he’s warming up before he takes his spot at the goalie stand.

“That guy. He’s my roommate. I came to see him play.”

The man nods, craning his neck to find who it was you were pointing at. You sit in silence, not interacting with the man or the other two people till the middle of the game. Annie still hadn’t returned, but they were surprisingly winning the game. It was neck to neck the entire time, Eren’s team barely scoring over them each time the whistle went off.

You feel the fingers tap into your shoulder again, the blonde man staring at you.

“I’m going to go get water from my stands for my parents. Did you want anything?”

You can’t ignore the growling in your stomach and the dryness in your throat - you had been screaming for a better half of the last hour. You never knew sports could make you so passionate. You dig for your wallet in your pocket, pulling out way too much cash for a simple bottle of water. You reach for his hand, squeezing it twice before speaking.

“Thank you so much, really. It’s very kind of you to ask me. If you could get me a snack, that would be great. Here’s the money for it, you can use it for your parents' water bottles too.”

You place the bills in his hands, turning your neck back to find Eren running on the field. You feel bad, but the only thing you can focus on is him. He’s so coordinated, like a figure skater on the field. Watching him lace the ball through his feet to avoid other players taking it from him felt somewhat hypnotic - but you think that’s more about how Eren looks and is, rather than how he’s playing.

As the blonde man turns to leave, the woman slides into his seat, leaning over to talk to you. She has golden brown eyes, which are warmly peering into yours.

“You’re really into the game. You’ve been following it really closely.”

“I never thought I’d enjoy it so much. This is actually my first time coming to a game.”

“What made you decide to come today?”

“Eren Yeager. He’s number eleven, running on the right side of the field. He’s a really good friend of mine and he asked me to come. He cares a lot about the game and I care a lot about him, so I just had to come when he asked me.”

She presses her hand over yours, squeezing tight. You can see her eyes glimmering at your words, though you’re not entirely sure why. You can’t place it but she seems familiar too. You’re having a weird sense of deja vu from the game all together.

“You’re a sweet girl, really.”

You smile back, your heart tingling at her words. You’re distracted by everyone cheering at the field, craning your neck back to find Eren. You watch him sink the ball into the net, jumping to your feet at the sight of him stopping, a smile shining on his face as he watches the scoreboard turn in his favor.

You swear you imagine the next part, but the looks everyone around you give you tells you it was real. He turns to the field, squinting till he finds you settled in the bleachers. He points to the net, signaling at the score he just made, and then points at you, a smile pressed against his face. You’re not sure what it means entirely, but what you are sure of is that his stupid smile was going to make your heart explode one day.

Eren wins the game. Obviously. You watch his teammates lift him into the air, shuffling him to the end of the bleachers. You run down the steps, your cheeks sore from smiling so hard. You watch the players let him go and he meets your eyes, slowly walking over to meet you.

You basically run at him, tangling your arms around his neck. He lifts you up, spinning you around for a few seconds before setting you down. You can feel his arms shaking, which you’re sure is the adrenaline from the rush of the game.

“Ren. That was so fucking cool. You’re so cool.”

“Yeah?”

You can see the corners of his lips quirking up at his words, a warm look in his green eyes.

“You’re amazing. You move so fast, I could barely keep my eyes off of you.”

“You can’t do that anyways.”

You smack his shoulder with the side of your arm, rolling your eyes at him. He’s not wrong.

Before you can bite back, he looks past your shoulder, waving at someone behind you. You turn your neck to find the three people you were sitting with from before walking up, swinging their arms around Eren.

You watch the man with blonde hair put his hand in Eren’s hair and affectionately shake his entire head, while the man and the woman envelop him in a hug. You’re thoroughly confused.

“You know them?”

“Do you know them, peaches?”

“Peaches?” you hear the black haired man say, turning his eyes towards his wife and son.

“Yeah, we were sitting together during the game.”

He turns his neck, narrowing his eyes at the three of them.

“How did you guys know it was her?”

“She has Yeager printed on the back of her shirt in huge letters. It wasn’t that hard to figure out she was the girl we were looking for.”

The three of them turn to you, all of them smiling brightly. Eren pulls you closer, swinging his arm around your shoulder as he turns to face you.

“Y/N. These are my parents, Grisha and Carla, and my brother Zeke. They really wanted to meet you and I was going to introduce you to them after the game but they had other plans.”

You can feel the gears settling into place in your head, the deja vu feeling making sense. The picture Eren showed you when you were sick, when you became friends - it was of them. His family. You just didn’t recognize them right away because they were way younger than they are now.

You press your hands to all of theirs, the dread filling your chest. They knew it was you the entire time and you had no idea. Is that rude? Are they going to tell Eren you said that you cared about him?

“I’m really sorry I didn’t recognize you. Eren showed me a picture and I thought I knew you guys from somewhere, but the picture he had shown you was so old.”

“He showed you a picture of us? He basically refused to show us any of you, he’s so secretive.” Carla responds, the shock pressed on her face.

“Just threaten him. He’ll give in eventually.”

The three of them laugh, your heart tingling at the sight of their laughter and smiles. Okay, okay. Not too bad. They don’t hate you, that’s for sure.

“I have a feeling he only does that for you.”

You quirk your eyes at his dad, Grisha he said, and shake your head, dismissing the comment. He’d do it for anyone. You just know how to do it. You hear Annie and Armin calling you from the other side of the field, something about taking a picture of them.

You shake all of their hands another time, giving them your brightest smile before letting your legs drag you to where Annie and Armin were standing.

“No grandchildren till after graduation.”

“Mom.”

“I get it. She’s really cute, she’s sweet, it’s probably easy when you sleep in a bed together every night. But no grandchildren.”

“She’s not my girlfriend. And she doesn’t sleep in my bed.”

Eren feels Zeke smack the back of his head, turning back to glare at him.

“You get stupider as time goes on. That poor girl likes you so much.”

Eren shakes his head, looking over at you from across the field. You’re crouched on the ground, taking a picture of Annie and Armin who have their arms tangled around each other. Of course, you’re crouching on the ground to get the best angle.

Annie’s pressing a kiss to his cheek and he ignores the fact that all he can think about is you doing that to him.

“No, she doesn’t.”

“She told us she cared about you. A lot. And mind you, she thought we were strangers. She wasn’t trying to impress us as your family or your loved ones, she literally was just telling us, like she’d tell any other stranger who talked to her. She likes you.”

Eren feels his dad come behind him, pressing dollar bills into his open palm.

“It’s her money. Make sure you return it.”

“She offered to pay, didn’t she?”

They all nod, confirming his suspicions as he glances back over to you. Kindness was like breathing to you and he envied, admired, and loved it about you all at once. You were so...you sometimes, it hurt him.

Eren gives Zeke one more shove for good measure, before stalking over to the field where you’re standing. He reaches over, pressing his fingers into the side of your shoulder. You turn over, your stupid doe eyes staring into his again.

“Need something, Ren?”

“I want a picture with you. Ask Annie and Armin to take it.”

He doesn’t miss how your face lights up at the request and he curses your sweet little heart for making him like you more.

Sometimes he feels like he can’t help it, like you could breathe and he’d love you for it. The way your nose crinkles, your chest rising and falling as it fills with air, he could love anything, even a stupid physiological act, if it was you.

You hand Annie the camera, reaching over to press yourself against him. He reaches forward, squishing your face in his hand as Annie takes the picture. You run over, snatching the phone from Annie’s hand to swipe through the pictures. You accidentally land on the picture of Annie and Armin first, Annie pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Oh my god, I thought that was us for a second Ren. Imagine.”

But he doesn’t have to. There’s already a picture of you two like that - you pressing a kiss to his cheek - from a while back. You just don’t remember it.

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oxygenbefore1775 · 5 months

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winter time makes zeke's glasses fog up

➼pairing: zeke x reader

➼cw: fluffy fluff (as fluffy as it can get with zeke), could be canonverse cuz its ambiguous

➼wc: 1,5k

➼a/n: hoho im on the roll, winter gives me strength; divider by @/benkeibear

Frost stubbornly clings to your clothes even as you enter the warm shelter of your house. The air surrounding you is still fresh and crisp, a pleasant feeling safe from its biting cold.

Shaking the snow off your boots, you do a rush job of unlacing your shoes with your very much stiff fingers to escape into the saving warmth of the room.

“The next time you get the bright idea to go for a walk in the snow, be so kind as to check the forecast beforehand,” your voice doesn't betray any annoyance with Zeke, not because it isn't there, but because it boiled out nearly an hour ago. The relief of finally being home is too overpowering for you to muster up irritation all over again. “Suggestion for a suggestion box, you know?”

As you decide to make your way to the kitchen, a line of outer clothing forms behind you. The snow, stuck to the fibers, already melts in the high temperature of the room and is bound to soak your clothes should you not hang them out in front of the heater, yet this barely makes it into the list of your current worries. All you want now is a cup of hot tea, coffee, cocoa - whatever the cupboard holds at its disposal, it just needs to be scorching hot to warm you from the inside out.

You can almost discern him huffing at your proposal - either that or it can be a shadow of laughter. For all you know, he’s found the visual of you waddling through the snow as the blizzard raged on quite amusing. Mayhaps it’s been his plan all along, to drag you out outside just to revel in the sight of you struggling against the elements.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” he answered in kind, stomping his feet a bit too thoroughly to get rid of the snow. “As we both know, I was sitting inside the whole time and mocking your misfortunes.”

Well, cold certainly hasn’t dulled his poignancy.

With a counter-quip dancing at the tip of your tongue, you turn around to face him - only to see nothing but the snow powdering his form. An unbidden smile graces your lips at the sight of this second layer of clothing, dusting it with white frost. Even his hair and beard aren’t safe from the fluffy flakes sticking to them, maybe even more so than other parts of his body. After all, he can always take off the outer layers covered in snow just like you’ve done a moment ago, hair and beard - not so much.

Too bad he can't see you approach, a spark of endearment pooling in your eyes. His glasses fogged up the moment he stepped into the house.

“Look at you,” you half-tease half-flatter, holding up a finger to the flushed tip of his nose. “At least the weather treated us equally shitty.”

Your comment falling on deaf ears, he promptly rejects your touch by brushing off your hand. Unlike you, Zeke actually has enough decency to undress in an orderly manner and put his clothes on a hanger instead of the floor. An impressive fit, considering the partial blindness he is currently experiencing.

As he bends down to unlace his shoes, you can't help but laugh at the way he's peering over his glasses, desperate to find the knots to untie. Knowing full well how unwelcoming he is to your touch, let alone affection, you nevertheless have the audacity to reach down to ruffle his hair still powdered in snow. Most of the snowflakes you shake off shower the floor around you two, with some landing on his lenses. Still, he says nothing to repel you - perhaps he's staring daggers at you, but you wouldn’t be able to see them behind those glasses.

Maybe it’s the recent cold leaving you wanting for more spice (as if barely getting out of the blizzard hasn’t been enough), but you feel brave enough to crouch down beside him. Eyes fixed at his brows he’s been furrowing ever since you approached him. Evidently, his inability to watch you is quite unnerving to him.

“Why don’t you take them off for a second?” you suggest with a smile, already reaching your hands towards the metal frame, “I can even be so gracious as to clean them for you.”

Before you can though, he smacks your hands away. Not hard, but assertive enough to make his discontent with your ill-conceived action known to you. Doesn’t mean that it stops you from smiling at him. It’s quite a challenge to get your point across if the most expressive feature on your face is now reduced to a pair of foggy circles.

Standing up, probably to get away from you, he crosses his arms over his chest as he scoffs at your sudden bout of cheerfulness. “Hands off my glasses. I know you too well not to expect you to leave a smudge on the lenses. And guess who would be the one to wipe it off?” The way he crinkles his nose at you fails to deter you and if anything does the opposite as you now want to tease him even more. “Just don’t touch them, they'll get cleared up in a moment.”

With that, he attempts to push past you, but you've already decided to torment him relentlessly, sensing his susceptibility to it today. Having caught a glimpse of his irritation, you now crave to witness it in full display. And here you thought that it would be the other way around today.

You stand in his way, a complacent grin plastered across your face and eyes burning bright with challenge - not that he can see it anyway. Contrary to his reassurance, the glass lenses don’t show even the slightest hint of clearing up, if anything, they’ve gotten cloudier ever since.

The annoyance in his posture is palpable as you press your palms against his chest in a feeble attempt to prevent him from going away. Lucky you - he puts up with your schtick just the right amount for you to get away with this.

“Come on, we both know that you don’t really need them,” you rebuke in a soft tone, reaching for his glasses again.

This time he lets you, although very reluctantly. Maybe the pros of giving in to your whim outweigh the cons of being hounded with your nagging should he refuse your touch.

“Come on,” you nudge further and he relents, bowing his head ever so slightly to grant you more access.

The metal frame feels cold as you grab it, and with an awkward, not-so-smooth motion, you slide the glasses onto his head. Meeting his gaze isn’t something you anticipate so the sight of his blue eyes staring back at you catches you by surprise.

Now, his eyes stand out even more against his features, rosy from the cold. It’s been quite some time now since you’ve been given an opportunity to look at them up close, let alone without the barrier of the lenses. Even the peevishness he is trying so hard to convey to you through the gaze alone is unable to obstruct the clarity of their color, as fresh as the winter sky.

Again, you send him a curt smile in hopes he responds in kind. Only he doesn’t budge at this display of sentiment. He must be very cross with you to warrant such a lack of positive reaction then, evident in the way he purses his lips and quirks his brow at you, looking forward to seeing your whim to subside sooner or later.

“Maybe I don’t mind a stroll in a blizzard every now and then.” As you muse to yourself, your fingers delicately trace the space where a subtle blush dusts his features. “If it means seeing you like this.”

Just as you're poised to playfully tap his nose, he unexpectedly leans forward, stealing a quick peck on your lips. As often happens, especially when he isn't careful (just like a moment ago), the coarse hairs of his beard prick your chin. You recoil instinctively, fingers reaching to your face. Before you can say something, your brows knitting together in understandable confusion, he shoots you a smirk. Now it’s his turn to flick you on the nose.

“This,” he declares, while scanning your features, “is my rightful compensation for having to endure your obnoxiousness earlier.”

Even as he utters those words, not a hint of irritation darkens his tone. Sliding the glasses back on his nose, he shoots you a grin before walking past you - the lenses have already cleared up enough for you to notice a glint of complacency shining in his eyes.

Well, if this is the price for you to be insufferable then who would you be as not to accept this generous offer, you muse to yourself as you follow him into the kitchen.

#jikuuu #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #zeke #zeke yeager #zeke jeager #zeke x reader #zeke fluff #zeke yeager x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke oneshots #aot oneshots

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anime-fan-05 · 7 months

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can you do a headcanon of the warriors (aot) reacting to you hugging them?

by warriors i mean:

reiner

bertholdt

porko

zeke

colt

falco (if you write for him)

Attack on Titan ~You hug them for the first time~

Anime/manga: Attack on Titan

Warnings: nothing

I thought that by "reacting to you hugging them" you meant: "reacting to you hugging them for the first time". Sorry if I was wrong.

Reiner B.

He didn't expect it, so he will stop himself for a second

After, he will return the hug

He will ask you why you hugged him

He will stay to hug you for as long as possible because he will want to imprint the feeling of you hugging him well in his memory

When you part from the hug, he will give you a kiss on the forehead

Bertholdt H.

He will blush so much you will think he's about to faint

"W-what a-are you doing?"

He will remain still, literally: he will become a statue

But, when you try to move yourself away from him, he will hold you close to him

"P-please, stay close to me a little longer."

Porco G.

Typically, he's the one who hugs you first and you surprised him

However, he will return the hug, placing one of his arms on your waist and the other under your legs, and he will pick you up

When you try to budge yourself, he will tell you to stay and hold you tighter

"I didn't say you could move yourself."

The hug will end with a kiss

Zeke Y.

Since he isn't used to receiving physical affection, you will surprise him and he will stay still for a second

Afterwards, he will giggle and hug you back

"Oya oya? Do you miss me that much?"

One of his arms will go around your waist, the other will be behind your head to bring you even closer to him

He will try to stay in that position as much as possible

Colt G.

Like Bertholdt, he will brush and he will stay motionless

"Colt, are you ok?" "Y-yes!"

When he resumes, he will want to hug you tightly

However, he won't know where to put his hands: he will be afraid of embarrassing you or making you feel uncomfortable

Eventually, he will place them on your upper back

Falco G.

He didn't expect it, and, like his brother, he won't know where to put his hands

In the end, he will put his hands on your waist and hold you tight

"Honey, are you ok? Do you need something?" "No, darling. I just wanted to hug you a little." "Oh."

He will want to stay in that position for as long as possible

When you separate from the hug, he will give you a sweet kiss on the cheek

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scarlet-fantasies · 5 months

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🐶𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘵/𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦? (both bros)

Hi anon!

Sorry I’ve been so inactive but here it is. 😊

-Scarlet

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𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡

𝐼𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛

𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 --> 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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::Eren::

I think it’s safe to say that he already has a dog of his own.

However if he wants to get a pet with you it could possibly be another dog, but probably a small one that’s fluffy.

Or he might get a pet bird, like a little finch since they are not too much work and plus he thought they were cute at the store.

You two don’t plan on getting a pet.

It’s really that he buys you one as a gift and so it’s really yours but also becomes his.

If he got you a cute little dog that looks like Teddy bear he was probably replaced and he got jealous.

But not too jealous lol. Just a little bummed out. “I think she likes the dog more than me.”

If the dog is a girl and it’s yappy and small he’ll say it reminds him of you.

::Zeke::

He’s that guy that has many reptiles.

It’s concerning.

Like there’s no way he doesn’t have an iguana, snake/lizard, as well as a frog and a turtle.

If you’re too freaked out by it the pets he might give them away.

All though it you two are cool with it he will probably get a chameleon.

Although if you're not good with pets that are reptiles, he would probably get a cat with you.

He might even like getting a parrot.

He pretty much would find any pet cool to have.

Knowing Zeke, he’d go as far as adopting a monkey.

Overall any pet you’d get would definitely be out of the ordinary.

@bi-effing-simp @lucifugovs @xxghoulishspritexx @sp00ksic0la @keithandlevi-ontheroof @songbirdgardensworld @bubs-world

#anime #attack on titan #snk #eren yeager #aot #attack on titan headcanons #aot eren #eren jaeger #eren headcanons #zeke aot #zeke jaeger #zeke yeager #zeke headcanons #aot fluff #attack on titan zeke #snk zeke

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aotdump · 2 years

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Hopelessly Devoted

18+ Minors DNI

Various Characters---but if I'm being completely honest I’m def writing this picturing Zeke Yeager.

THIS IS NOT EDITED, SO THERE ARE PLENTY OF MISTAKES AND IT’S MY FIRST REAL WRITING PIECE PLZ BE KIND

---

When he looks back on his day with you, he was really surprised on how it turned out. Completely spontaneous, a day created out of boredom. It’s funny really, how today ended up to be a day that he will never forget.

---

It started like any other Saturday. He wakes up just a few minutes earlier than you, though it's enough time to give him to admire your sleeping form and indulge in the quiet warmth that fills your shared bedroom.

He pulls you closer to his bare chest with the arm that has gone just a bit numb from where you laid your head all night. He’s not complaining, he never would. Not when it’s you.

Gentle kisses being placed on your shoulder stir you awake, his welcoming scent fills your nose, you smile. A scent that will always make you feel safe and at ease. Before you even open your eyes, you lift your arm just enough to cup his cheek and make your way up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Good morning, angel.” He whispers, so gentle that goosebumps form on your skin.

---

From there the morning went as it usually does. You guys lay in bed for another fifteen, twenty minutes, wrapped in each others limbs and discussing any dreams you guys may have had.

You get up and get the shower going while he starts the pot of coffee. He grabs the towels, and you put toothpaste on his toothbrush. A daily routine that has occurred for so long that the air that surrounds you is sweet and domestic, he’s noticed.

While the water warms, he stands behind you in the mirror, tall figure towering over your own. You two brush your teeth and lock eyes in the mirror too many times to count because not having the glimpse of each other for just a few seconds feels like an eternity. It’s comedic really. He notices the frothy white grin you make when you catch him, he always does.

The shower is at a perfect temperature by the time you two step inside. He always lets you step under the water first, wanting you to enjoy the automatic relief it gives your muscles.

“How do you feel?”

“Still a little sore, but it’s nothing too serious.” You reply sweetly. Your voice like honey.

He kisses your forehead, switching your positions. He notices the dark marks that adorned your neck, collar bones and breasts. Flashbacks of last night flood his brain. Your rising chest, labored breaths, and wanton moans--like scenes in a movie that he never wants to stop watching.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be more gentle next time. I didn't mean to get so carried away last night.” He grins.

The giggle that leaves your mouth makes him fall in love all over again. “I wasn’t complaining, love.” The smile you two share is one that is familiar and full of adoration.

He bends down to give you a kiss, “Wash my hair for me?”

“Anything for you.”

---

By the time noon comes rolling around, you guys are completely bored. It’s been around an hour and a half of just cuddling and surfing the tv for a show to watch.

He’s playing with your hair when he says, “Love, I’m bored.”

“Me too, there’s nothing to watch.”

“We should go out today, how does a day date sound?”

You rise in excitement, squishing his cheeks until his lips pucker. You place a fat kiss on his lips. “That sounds fantastic.”

When you walk away, he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you. It’s always been an issue, though you don’t seem to mind. He loves you, he loves looking at you. He never wants to miss a thing about you, wants to memorize every part of you that he may have never noticed before. He finds something new to love about you everyday, today, it was the way your eyes glossed in excitement.

---

By the time you stepped out of the restroom, he was already done getting ready--thirty minutes earlier. But he didn't mind waiting, not when it comes to you. Easy conversation had filled the silence while he was sprawled on the bed while you were doing your makeup.

The sound of the light switch filled his ears, “Okay, I’m ready.”

When you stepped out, he sat up and his breath was caught in his throat. Adorned in a white sundress, that fit your frame so well, it made his heart clench and his jeans uncomfortable. He notices the different items of gold jewelry he has gifted you over the five years you have spent together. Everything about you was angelic. You took his breath away.

“My beautiful girl,” he says while grabbing the left side of his chest and dramatically sighing and throwing himself on his back. “God, be still my heart.”

You laugh and walk in-between his legs, grabbing at his arms and lifting him up. “You’re so stupid.”

He lays his hand on your sides and looks up at you into your eyes, “I’m serious baby. You look stunning. I am so lucky.”

Your soft lips meet his, leaving a slight sheen on them. You move to his neck and inhale, the intoxicating smell of his cologne fills your nose and you place another soft kiss there. “Not as lucky as me.”

---

The day is spent doing all the things you guys have talked about doing, but never really had the time for it.

He takes you to the quaint little restaurant that he recalled you wanting to go to for the past few months. Hand in hand you walk in and sit down. You sit across from him, reaching across the table and grabbing his hands while your foot rubs up and down his leg. A small effort of affection on your part that makes him feel warm inside. But, he has to admit. He hates not sitting next to you, but he hates not seeing your face even more. So, he’s alright with it for the mean time. Besides, his heights gives him the perfect view of your cleavage down your dress. You notice, of course, it’s not like he’s hiding it.

You laugh and kick his leg gently, chuckling out a small, “Perv,” without even looking up from the menu.

He laughs with you, “I’m sorry, I can’t help myself.”

You squeeze his hand three times, he loves this restaurant now.

---

“That was delicious! Thank you!” You stand on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, arm in arm. “What’s next?”

“Hmmm. Let’s go to the cherry blossom park, then after that new museum. How does that sound?”

“Sounds fantastic. I love you.”

He responds smoothly, “Not as much as I love you.”

You pinch his side, he loves that too.

---

He can't seem to stop taking pictures of you. Your being just far too beautiful to not capture.

Tucked in a private corner of the park, laying on a blanket he had packed just in case, you look like a goddess. The early evening summer sun starting to go down casts a golden glow on you. It highlights the curves of your body, dress fitting so snug that he finds himself staring...again. You get up, soaking the sun up as much as you can before the season ends and the air turns frigid. With the way you’re sitting, hands behind your back, knees slightly raised, it makes the hem of your dress rise. Your thighs look soft, he wants to touch them, wants to taste them. He settles with playing with your hair, letting the soft strands fall between his fingers.

He feels the four words dancing on his tongue, dying to escape his mouth. He fights it though, it’s not the right moment he decides.

The cherry blossoms are beautiful, but they don’t compare to you. Nothing will, he believes. Petals fall and get carried by the soft, warm breeze. They surround you guys entirely. It feels magical. Well, almost. He sneezes and your head quickly turns and eyebrows furrow. “Are your allergies acting up baby? Do you want to leave?”

He sneezes again. You think he’s so cute. “No baby, I’m fine. I know you love it here, we can stay a little while.”

“Nonsense. Let’s go.” You stand up and dust yourself off, offering a hand to your lover. He grabs it.

But, he takes his opportunity while still on the ground to flip your dress up to sneak a peak of the cute underwear you're wearing.

You break out into a blush and laughter, you drop his hand leaving him to fall back onto the blanket. He joins in with your joy, a hearty laugh harmonizing with yours.

“Naughty boy! Help yourself up.” You joke.

“Clown underwear huh? How sexy.”

You laughter gets louder, he sneezes, “That’s what you get!” You reach out again and help him stand up.

“Let’s get out of here.” He folds the blanket and you take his hand, kissing it as if you were a gentleman in an old move.

The smiles on your faces are wide and true. He sneezes. You laugh. Cherry blossom petals blow, he sneezes again. He’s hates allergies, but he loves you. You love the cherry blossom park, so he does too.

---

By the times you guys make it to the museum the sun has gone down and deep purples and blues fill the sky.

The inside is extravagant, beautifully lit and incredibly romantic.

“I’m so glad we finally made it here, you’ve been wanting to visit for so long.” You say and look up at him.

“I know, me too. There’s so much to see, we might be here for a while if that’s okay with you.” He’s giddy and excited, he’s doesn't feel the need to hide it. You're you and he’s him, there’s no side of him that he won’t show you.

“Baby, I don’t care if we’re here for years, as long as I'm with you I’m okay.” You reply as if he should’ve known. He does, but he likes hearing you say it.

“God, I’m so in love with you. Let’s go.”

Hours pass and people come and go around you guys. He loves it here you notice. You make a mental reminder to check up on the website for new exhibits to take him to.

While reading the plaque next a painting, he's underneath a light that casts down a glow on him that makes him look holy. He looks peaceful and sacred. Butterflies fill your stomach and the need to get closer to him comes over you in a powerful wave.

Grabbing his arm, you pull him close, resting your head on his bicep. He notices you snake you hand under the hem of his shirt and rub his stomach softly.

He knows you too well, all of your tells are seared into his brain. He notices the way you shift on your feet and gently squeeze your thighs together. What seals it all is the gentle, lingering kisses you’re leaving on his arm.

He quickly tugs your arm and leads you to a dimly lit hallway and pulls you into a deep and heated kiss that travels from your lips to your neck.

Your breathing becomes labored, and a quiet moan slips from your mouth.

“You need me, don't you baby?” He whispers.

“Yes, please, yes.”

He takes that and runs with it, “Let’s go home. As much as I love seeing you in this dress, I’ve been dying to take it off of you all fucking day.”

“But the exhibits.” You try to reason, even though you know what you really want.

At this point he’s been half hard all day, wanting to touch and ravage you from the second you stepped foot out of the bathroom. The exhibits are not his priority right now, you are. You always are.

He leads your hand down to the front of his pants, you bite your lip and press your palm into it.

He groans softly, and slowly slides his hand up your thigh and into your panties. He rubs your folds and dips in quickly. Wet, so so wet. You watch him bring his fingers to his lips and suck, groaning again at your taste.

“I need you so bad baby, I know you need me too. We’ll come back another time, but right now I just need to get you home.”

Yeah, he likes seeing the new exhibits at the museum, but he loves seeing you naked even more. You are the most beautiful, priceless piece of art he’s ever laid his eyes on.

---

When you guys reach the door to your home, he’s already unzipping your dress while you unbuckle his pants. Pushing you into the entry while shutting the door with his foot, he kisses you so passionately you forget how to breathe.

His lips are soft and fit yours like a puzzle. You guys stumble down the hallway and into the bedroom. He lifts you up and on the bed, encasing you under his arms.

You grab his face and bring his lips to yours once more, the feeling of his tongue, the taste of him, makes you need more.

He rubs on your clit and you moan into his mouth, he smiles. He really, really loves that sound.

You strip each other of your clothes, chest to chest. He rises and looks down on your blissed out form. Eyes hazy and blown out with lust. Picture perfect, he thinks.

“God you are so gorgeous.”

You reach and stroke him and his head rolls back with a groan. “I think it’s you who is the gorgeous one.”

He blushes, he loves you.

He takes his place between your thighs, inhaling your scent, taking a languid lick. “I’ve been waiting for this all day, you taste so, so good.”

He keeps up his actions and your fingers run through his hair while his pump into you while his tongue brings you to bliss.

Your moans fill his ears, he’s in heaven he thinks.

By the time you cum, he needs you more than ever. He finds his way up to kiss you, after his worships your sensitive nipples. He tastes like you. Your knees find their way pressed against your chest and he slowly rubs the tip of his painfully hard cock along your clit, right before he sinks into you slowly.

You finally feel whole, he completes you. You love this feeling.

---

When he cums, he cums inside. You wouldn't have it any other way. He loves watching it spill out of you, just for him to finger it back inside of your sensitive hole. What's left on his fingers, he sucks it off. He knows what’s coming, but it never fails to excite him.

You reach up to his face and bring him close, opening your mouth. He slowly spits, letting the mixture of the both of your orgasms fall on your tongue. Your eyes roll back and fall close.

“Don’t swallow it yet.” He likes seeing the white substances on your tongue. He’s quick when he dives down to kiss you, tongues savoring the taste.

It’s both of your favorite flavors.

---

You’re both cleaned up and tired. You’re occupied by the movie on the bedroom tv. The smell of your sex still fills the room, you smell like him and him you. You smell like each other, he loves it. He prefers for you to smell like him all the time. And god does he love when your scent lingers on him.

When he looks down on you, tucked into his side, he becomes overwhelmed. Completely devoured by the love and adoration he feels for you. The four words crawl back up his throat again, so he clears them out.

He wants it to be perfect, but he can’t fight this feeling in his chest and the voice in his head that is telling him that the perfect time is now. That today is the day. It makes him want to cry and he feels it too. He’s anxious and he’s nervous, but not scared. Nor does he doubt this feeling, and would rather die before he gets the chance to second guess it. Because he knows, it’s you. It will always be you.

Now is the time and his body acts on its own. Trusting completely in his heart, he moves.

“Baby,” he whispers, “Close your eyes for me, I have a surprise.”

You giggle and sit up with him and shut your eyes.

“No peaking okay love?”

“Okay.”

He moves and goes into the closet on the tallest shelf where he knows you can’t reach and grabs the small velvet box that he’s had for three years.

When he walks back out, your eyes are still closed and the both of you are still completely naked. Heads of hair disheveled. It’s funny, he thinks, having it play out this way. But, he wouldn't have it any other way either.

“Don’t open them yet.”

“I promise they will stay closed.”

“Angel, sometimes when I look at you I get so overwhelmed. I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with all of it, so much that it terrifies me sometimes. I never would have thought to find the type of love that consumes you, let alone find love at all. But I did, and I found it with you. I knew that from the moment I met you, there wouldn't be a moment without you thereafter. All the love I thought I wasn’t capable of was being saved for you and words will never come close to explaining the gratitude I feel for you for accepting it. For accepting me.”

Your heart is racing a mile a minute and so is his, his eyes become glossy with tears, not afraid for you to see them. When he gets on one knee it feels like everything goes still.

“So, please baby,” A hand rubs your knee, as if a cue to open your eyes that are already wet. You’re already muttering a watery, “Yes, yes, yes!”

The four words finally escape him, free falling.

“Will you marry me?”

---

EXTRA:::

You have your hand in the air, admiring your ring. It’s beautiful.

“How did you know my size?” You ask him.

He lets out a soft chuckle. “I had to wake up in the middle of the night while you were dead asleep and measure your finger with a string.”

You turn to smother his face in kisses, which he relishes in of course.

He thinks back to this morning. You two woke up as an ordinary couple, but are going to sleep as fiancés.

He’s happy.

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gordie-kisser · 3 days

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I wish I could help zeke heal

I want to be the reason he feels loved

I want to be the reason he isnt lonely

I want him to be genuinely happy

I want him to have somebody to hold

I want him to have somebody who loves him for him, who doesnt want to use him

I love Zeke Yeager

Im not normal

#zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #snk zeke #aot zeke #i Love zeke yeager #i want to fuck his pretty boyhole too but thats not what this is about #snk fluff #attack on titan #snk #aot #aot fluff

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 4 months

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hey!! can i request small scenarios of s/o asking aot boys what hairstyle do they like the best on them? (like braid, ponytail, bun, hair down, etc?) some fluff :)

you can choose the characters but pls do zeke, reiner and armin if you do it!! ty ^_^

✩ the aot boys & their preferred hairstyle on you ✩

✩ short scenarios ✩

*zeke jaeger*

zeke was going to take you out to dinner tonight. he had planned to bring you to the nicest restaurant in Trost. you, being the woman that you are, are taking decades to get ready. you’re in the master bathroom, fussing about your makeup and your hair. zeke is listening from the bedroom where he’s straightening his tie. he laughs quietly at you. unfortunately for him, you heard him.

“what’s so funny about me?” you ask, coming out of the bathroom with a hair brush in your hair. you point it threateningly at him. “you try dealing with all of this.” you gesture to your hair.

zeke throws his hands up. “relax, relax. you look just fine.” he adjusts his tie one final time and strides over to you. he reaches a hand up and caresses the side of your hair. “i always thought you looked prettiest like this.”

“like what?”

“like this. with your hair down.”

you sigh a breath of relief. at least your hair was taken care of.

*reiner braun*

you and reiner are at the gym today. it was a rainy, shitty day but he insisted on going. there was ‘no off days’, according to him. you didn’t mind going with him if it meant being close to him, but you would have much rather been at home.

he’s off on the far side doing leg presses. you’re sticking to the treadmill today, not wanting to break out in a real sweat. you two continue your sessions separately with occasional loving looks at each other.

you decide to put your hair in a high ponytail. the low ponytail was sticking to the back of your neck. it wasn’t a good look or a good feeling. right after you do, you get a text from your boyfriend.

‘why’d you put your hair up so high?’

‘i’m sweaty’

‘but now you look extra hot and every guy is going to look at you’

‘i doubt any guy is going to be attracted my revealing sweaty neck’

‘…i am.’

*armin arlert*

sitting on the couch, armin has no worries except for the fact of you taking forever with the snacks. the two of you had planned a movie night tonight. you picked the movie, of course. armin never complained about the things you put on tv. he just liked spending time with you. he’d sent you to the kitchen to get an arrangement of different snacks. that had to have been about fifteen minutes ago.

curiosity getting the best of him, he decides to get up to look for you. you’re nowhere to be found in the kitchen, chips and cookies just sitting lonesome on the counter. where could you have gone to?

“(y/n?)” there’s no answer.

armin heads down the hall, beginning to grow worried at the sound of your silence. he doesn’t see you at first. in the corner of the room, the bathroom door is open. there is light coming out of the room. he walks over to the open door to find you, looking in the mirror. you don’t look sad; you just look confused. you’re huffing and tossing your hair around, looking as if you don’t know what to do with it.

“(y/n), what are you doing in here?” armin asks. there’s a tinge of concern in his voice. “i was starting to get a little nervous.” he admits.

you turn to face your boyfriend. you turn your head to the side and put your hands on your hips. “armin, i need to ask you a question.” the phrase puts knots into his stomach.

“yes, baby?” he replies.

“what is one way i do my hair that you really like?” armin tilts his head.

“what?” his eyebrows furrow.

“i don’t feel like having it down. it’s bothering me but i can’t decide on what to do with it.”

“hmm.” armin goes silent for a few minutes, leaning against the door frame. you patiently away his answer. he brings a finger to his chin. “i like your hair any way you wear it. buuut, if i had to pick a favorite, i’d say a braid.”

“a braid?”

“a braid.”

“a braid it is then.” you agree and braid your hair.

you and armin spend the rest of the evening on the couch, drinking wine and munching on all of the snacks you prepared. you thank god armin picked something simple and not an elaborate up do you’ve worn a few times. he knows you. he loves you. you’d braid your hair forever if it meant keeping him around.

a/n: this one was fun! thank you!

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keischreiber · 1 month

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A Sweet Hope

So, for my birthday, a friend of mine (Aevi) told me that they talked to a writer to commission a story for me. And what a way to cap March, by receiving it today.

This story was penned by Andrew Anderson and his website is: https://ibelieveinahappilyeverafter.com

I love this. It's absolutely brilliant. This is canon to me now.

Title: A Sweet Hope

Author: ibelieveinahappilyeverafter | Andrew Anderson

Fandom: Attack On Titan

Relationship: Reiner Braun/Kristina Qual (OC)

Word Count: 2,104

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It was official. Years of work within the military working for the Warrior program had left Kristina Qual with many concerns on how the program was currently run and how it could be improved, but she had finally discovered the worst part of the program.

The paperwork.

“Training went well today, then?” Slightly startling at the voice, Kristina looked up from where there were far too many files and notes spread across her desk. She was only mildly surprised to see that it was Zeke Yeager at the door to her office, fist raised up as if he had just knocked.

“Training was fine,” Kristina finally responded, sitting up in her chair more as she shuffled a few papers into the proper folder. “They followed the instructions that were given to them to a satisfactory degree.” Kristina followed up promptly, the perfect expected response even as she wanted to gush just a little about how Gabi had finally managed to complete the obstacle course they ran all Warrior candidates through.

“Prompt and succinct as always,” Zeke chuckled, making a show of looking around as if checking to make sure no one was listening. Once he was ‘certain,’ and while Kristina was debating whether to laugh or roll her eyes, he leaned in to ‘whisper,’ “Gabi completed the course, then?”

Well. She could be a little honest, right? “Yes, she did,” Kristina sighed, giving in just enough to let a little of her pride color her words. “And Falco beat his previous record.”

“Looks like our future warriors are shaping up to be something worthwhile.” Mm. She could tell there was more that he wasn’t saying, but she was willing to let it lay for the moment. With Zeke, it always seemed like there was something he wasn’t quite saying. “Well, I suppose I’ll leave you to your paperwork, then.”

Instead of leaving, Zeke closed the distance to her desk, setting down a clipboard with a small ribbon tied across the clip of it. She was a little surprised Zeke had even remembered that her clipboard had broken last week. “What’s this for?”

“Something to make your birthday slightly less miserable today.” Her… Snapping her gaze to Zeke, she saw that smug, self-satisfied smile he always had when he was fully aware he knew something that others had thought was secret. “Just because you don’t tell anyone doesn’t mean it’s a secret.”

“You just don’t know when to leave something well enough alone,” Kristina said sternly, even as she picked up the clipboard and gently untied the ribbon. “Thank you, though. It’s appreciated.” It was nice, and Kristina was delighted that she wouldn’t need to prop up a file against a wall in the middle of the hallway in order to make a note anymore. Still. She couldn’t be seen playing favorites, especially with Zeke Yeager, or, more accurately, especially with an Eldian.

Zeke, against all odds, was still her best friend, though, and she knew he could hear what she hadn’t said by the way his smile grew a little more real. “Well, I have my own work to accomplish today, so until I see you next, Officer Qual.” Zeke gave her one last smile and a quick wave before heading out, Kristina calling out a parting goodbye.

While it was true spending her birthday updating files and doing paperwork for the Warrior program wasn’t her first choice, there could have been worse ways to spend her day. There also could have been better ways, of course, but she didn’t see a possible surprise party in her future, thankfully enough.

She only managed to pick up her pen and open a file when she heard a knock against her office door again. She expected to hear Zeke’s voice cheerfully saying he had forgotten something, but instead there was a silence that finally made her look up to see that it wasn’t Zeke standing at her door, but instead it was Reiner Braun.

“Hi,” he said after Kristina, like an idiot, continued to do nothing but stare at him. “I-Well. I was tasked by Commander Magath to go into town and pick up a couple of items needed for the program, linens and such, and I wanted to ask, if you weren’t too busy, if you’d like to accompany me? You know the current trainees better than I do, after all, and would be able to make better decisions.”

Kristina very carefully did not jump to her feet and blurt out that she would love to go with Reiner Braun on a shopping trip around town and that hey, while she was at it, she actually had a stupidly huge crush on him ever since he had helped her when they were little kids and she had been lost inside the Internment Zone.

Instead, she capped her pen, set it down, and then calmly got out of her chair. “Alright. I don’t see any problem with that.” Definitely, absolutely not a problem seeing as she got to spend her birthday with the man she had had feelings for since she was a child. (Feelings she could never share. She knew the dangers of a Marleyan and an Eldian being together.) “Commander Magath provided you with the needed funds, I take it?”

“Yes, he did.” Reiner stepped out of the doorway as they both left her office, Kristina closing the door behind her and making sure it was locked as per protocol. When she looked back to see Reiner smiling at her, she had to work to remain as detached as she could. Blushing and beaming back wouldn’t do either of them any favors.

Still. She could pretend, just to herself, that this was more than a casual offer to pick up supplies. Likely she was the only one available at the time, and Kristina had made it clear that she was always ready and able to help those within the program. Still. She could pretend that maybe this was something like a date?

Neither of them spoke until they were outside of the Warrior Headquarters and onto the streets. While it wasn’t the end of day, it was certainly later in the evening, so many of the streets were slow or empty with people beginning to head home or having already arrived there. It was a lot more relaxing than the usual hustle and bustle of the town, although they should probably hurry if they wanted to reach any stores before they closed-

“So.” Reiner’s voice interrupted her thoughts and completely scattered them, which at least was a familiar feeling. “How has your day been?”

It was not a date, Kristina told herself firmly before burying her delight and surprise at being asked something so mundane. “Nothing too terribly exciting.”

The silence returned to sit between them and Kristina hated that even with how she wanted to be kind to him so desperately, she still always treated him so coldly in fear for both of them. But… the streets were calm, and no one was looking their way, so… She was allowed to be a little selfish on her birthday, right?

“Gabi finally finished the course today.” The words were rushed out more than anything, almost tripping over each other, but Kristina saw Reiner look over at her, his expression showing something like surprise before it broke for a genuine smile of delight. It was an expression she could easily get addicted to. “And Falco beat his time. New record and everything.”

“Really? His last record was already among the highest in the entire program!” From there, with those excited words, it was so easy for Kristina to talk and praise her students and the work they had been putting in to become Warriors. It wasn’t the most riveting of conversations, but it was genuine, and it was the most she had talked with him since…

Well. Since she could remember, if she were being honest. It made her greedy, trying to memorize each smile he gave her or each laugh that slipped out of him. She wanted to remember him as this, happy and relaxed after that failed mission to Paradis. She wanted to remember his teasing jokes and his insistent urge to carry all of the bags once they bought what was needed.

Before she knew it — before she was ready for it — the two were once again standing out in front of the Warrior Headquarters. The sky had grown even darker, now awash with pinks and oranges, and Kristina knew that the Headquarters would be even emptier and quieter.

“Thank you for coming with me today,” Reiner said softly, all thoughts of quiet offices and lonely spaces disappearing. “I appreciated it.”

“As I said earlier. Anything to help the program,” Kristina said promptly, face back into its neutral mask even as she wanted, with everything in her, to say No, thank you for asking me, Reiner, I had a really great time today. Maybe we can do something like this again?

“Of course. I hope you know that I’m always available as well, if you need someone to help with the other kids. There’s been no talk of new missions, so…” Reiner ended his words with a small shrug. It wasn’t hard to see that the dismal outcome of the Paradis mission weighed heavily on his mind.

“I’m certain you’ll be given one soon,” Kristina rushed to say, letting the words out before she could overthink them and then edit them until they were as cold and cruel as the world expected her to act. “You were — are — one of the best in the program. The kids always talk about you. About how they want to be as great as you became.”

“Oh.” The word was little more than a breath of air, but Kristina felt something like hope build up within her anyways. “Thank you, Officer Qual-”

“Kristina.” Too far. That was far too far. Far too friendly. She shouldn’t be seen being that friendly to an Eldian, but the streets were still quiet, no one was listening to them, and it was her birthday. Just a little more selfishness wouldn’t change things. “When we’re outside of the office, you may call me Kristina.”

“Kristina,” Reiner repeated softly, quietly, in a tone that Kristina immediately wanted to memorize and never forget for as long as she lived. “Ah. That’s right. I had something that I wanted to- Well. That I wanted to give you, actually.”

Reiner shifted the bags from hand-to-hand as he dug in his pockets, obviously searching for something and appearing almost flustered. She almost hoped that it was her that made him feel that way.

Before she could offer to hold some of the bags for him until he found whatever he was looking for, he was holding out an arm with a clenched fist.

She moved automatically, catching the item that Reiner dropped into her hands and curious as she felt a plastic-like texture that took her by surprise. Before she could ask what it was, she brought it closer and rotated it around to see that it was… a piece of candy.

It was the piece of candy.

Oh, it certainly wasn’t the piece that he had offered her when he had found her as a crying nine-year-old in a place she shouldn’t have been, doing his best to help her find her way to her father, but it was the same brand. The same flavor, shape, and color and he had given it to her.

Slowly, not sure what she wanted to see, she looked back up to meet his eyes. He was- It wasn’t that he was flustered, it was that he was flushed. He was smiling at her and something there about him made him look… hopeful. Was he hopeful?

Why would he be hopeful? Had he remembered that first meeting of theirs when they were children? Or was this some attempt at a birthday gift, maybe? He didn’t say anything, but something about his smile and his look made her think that he remembered at least one of those.

“Thank you for asking me to go with you today,” Kristina blurted, honest words pouring forth before she could think better to press them down. Somehow, speaking her mind didn’t terrify her as much as she thought it should. “I had a really great time today and maybe- Maybe we can do something like this again.”

“I would really enjoy that,” Reiner said softly, gently, and Kristina somehow felt like she had received the best birthday present she could have asked for.

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blondeboyfriend · 11 months

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𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 (𝐈𝐈)

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« Part 1 | Part 3 » [ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ SYNOPSIS ] Zeke loses his mind because monarch butterflies have taken roost in the trees by his house and he is tasked with keeping an eye on his little brother. You lose your mind because your crush on him is becoming too much to bear. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.6k [ CONTENT ] High school AU, butterflies, Eren being a menace but in a cute way, snow cones, a kiss, blue texts are from him + green are from you.

bugs, your opinion? what jind of bug? kind* a really cool jind you’ve never heard of stop. wHAT BUG? b u t t e r f l y that’s not a bug what’d you do? read about bugs last night? It’s pretty obvi that butterflies aren’t bugs

"So you're the bug expert now, huh? Queen of bugs? Should I call you if I see a weird one instead of asking strangers on Reddit?"

You stood in the middle of your bedroom, phone in hand, the wood flooring chill against your feet. At this point in your friendship it was typical Zeke behavior to send you a series of vague texts and subsequently accost you with an exasperated phone call. You were surprised he became so comfortable with you so fast. He seemed so elusive initially, so mysterious.

"Do you... Do you actually do that?"

There was a pregnant pause between the two of you. You heard him clear his throat on the other end of the line.

"Listen I do a lot of shit on Reddit, kiddo. Also who the fuck says 'obvi' anymore?"

"Whatever. Why are you going off about butterflies?" you asked.

He mockingly gasped.

"You're joking, right?"

Your face grew warm. What could he be talking about? Was he going to ask you out? You shook your head, freeing yourself from the notion he'd pursue you in such a way. You were friends, pals, buds. You rode your bikes through the suburbs late at night. You hung out behind old churches, snacking on candy while he chain smoked. You talked about how dumb it was that people bought each other stars and how overrated the Catcher in the Rye was. Zeke's distaste for J.D. Salinger was unparalleled. It was awe inspiring in a "I just turned 18 and this is so deep" sense. You couldn't help but admire him.

"No," you conceded.

"I'm so disappointed in you."

"Ouch. My heart."

He sighed, realizing he was being a little shit. "The monarchs are hanging out in the eucalyptus trees by my house."

"What do you need me to do? Help you harvest and eat them?” you snickered.

“Gross, no. Open your door.”

A pebble thudded against your window. You peered out and saw Zeke standing there in his baseball uniform. You rarely saw him in normal clothes. He jumped up and down, and waved at you, nearly dropping his phone as he did so. His excitement was always palpable when he saw you.

You ran down the stairs and slid across the floor, gliding past the door. You groaned as you walked backwards to align yourself with it and turned the knob. The door barely opened before Zeke came bursting in.

"Harvest? Consume? You’re fuckin—Wait, is your mom home?"

You shook your head. Zeke liked to be on his best behavior when your mother was around. She wasn't particularly strict or judgmental, but he refused to swear in front of her. He compulsively ate mints and always made sure to come by with a half-dozen maple bars, her favorite doughnut.

"Are you insane? Do you know how incredible it is that this shit—" He pulled out his phone and showed you a picture of Eren running away from a monarch butterfly, "—is still around?" He handed over the pastel pink box. The smell of maple icing filled the room.

"You shouldn't talk about your brother that way," you said, pulling one out of the box much to Zeke's chagrin.

He snatched the box away from you.

“They’re usually gone by February. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them during the summer.” He glanced down at your shoeless feet. "You're so slow. They'll be dead before we get there."

"Oh my god. Hold on. You didn’t even give me a chance—”

You stuffed the doughnut in your mouth and grabbed a pair of sneakers. They were a rather old pair. The soles were worn down, the tread nonexistent. Once blindingly white now a dingy grey. You slipped them on with relative ease. They hugged your feet like a bodycon dress from the early 2010s.

"Of course you don't untie them," Zeke scoffed, as he grabbed your arm. His hand was heavy and callused, but still gentle.

"Let go of me, butterfly boy," you teased, not bothering to pull your arm away.

Across the street from Zeke's house was a grove of eucalyptus trees. Their astringent scent filled the air. The tide was high, hindering any sulfurous stench that could mar their clean aroma. They were tall, the tops barely visible. You marveled at their height even though you had certainly seen taller trees. The redwoods were frighteningly large with their colossal trunks. They seemed almost monstrous in comparison to the lanky eucalyptus trees that gracefully swayed. You and Zeke took a deep whiff while Eren complained in the background.

"It smells like pee."

"Eren," Zeke said calmly.

"Like yellow pee."

"Stop."

Zeke’s patience waned.

"Like you need to drink some water pee."

It didn’t take long for his patience to dissipate and be replaced with utter irritation.

"Eren!"

It was rare for Zeke to raise his voice. You'd only ever heard him do it when he was on the phone with his parents; though he mostly spoke to Carla in a polite manner. Eren pouted and walked off in the opposite direction, swinging a large eucalyptus branch. It whipped up dust in his wake.

"I hate yelling at him. I always feel like such a dick after."

"Well he was being annoying."

"Doesn't mean I have to yell."

You plopped down on the ground in the shade; Zeke joined you, resting his head on your shoulder. A coastal breeze swept through the trees. You stared up at the colony of monarch butterflies as they ebbed in the wind. They clung to the waxy, oblong leaves looking like little clumps of orange and black flowers.

You shivered and pulled your olive green windbreaker tight around you. You hated the random days in July that were tormented with clouds, the kind that dappled the blue sky like soot. Zeke draped an arm around you.

"I'm sure he'll be fine. I mean, look at him," you said.

You pointed over to Eren as he rolled around in the dirt, cackling like a maniac. He looked like a chinchilla taking a dust bath.

"Doesn't matter. That's not the kind of person I wanna be."

"What kind of person do you wanna be?"

Zeke went quiet for a few seconds, though to you they felt like hours. Had you asked the wrong question? Crossed a boundary? Finally, he spoke.

"Steve Buscemi."

"What?!"

Zeke avoided serious conversations by bringing up non sequiturs. Anytime you broached something too existential he misdirected you, anything to avoid talking about his lack of identity or his daddy issues.

"Why does sparkling water taste weird after it goes flat?"

"Do you know how easy it was to fly before September 11th?"

"I just poisoned us. The anecdote is listening to Macintosh Plus in my bedroom. Hurry!"

"You ever been to Pyongyang, kiddo?"

"Who's your favorite dude from the Kids in the Hall? The only answer is Bruce McCulloch."

Zeke was an open book, but with a few key pages ripped out.

You studied his face, desperate to find a crack in his facade. He turned his head towards you. His grey eyes cursed with despondency. They were a dead giveaway when he was conflicted. You fingered a rough eucalyptus seed and shoved it in your pocket. You figured why not avoid some fleas while you tried to navigate this conversation.

"Steve. Buscemi. Are you not familiar?" he asked, adjusting his glasses.

"I know who Steve Buscemi is."

"Prove it."

"He's the guy that gets fed into the wood chipper in Fargo."

"Precisely."

"Are you saying you wanna get fed into a wood chipper?" you questioned, voice weighed down with anxiety.

"Maybe. Would you miss me?”

"Wood chipper?!" Eren exclaimed.

Zeke sighed and stood up, mussing your hair. Eren leapt off the ground and brushed the dirt off his knees. He sprinted over and wrapped himself around Zeke's legs like a boa constrictor.

"Violence isn't the answer," Eren said, his voice muffled by Zeke's pants.

"That's funny coming from you, Mr. I Poured Kerosene Down an Ant Hill and Lit It On Fucking Fire."

"He did what?" you asked flatly.

You knew Eren was a little turd, but you didn't realize he was apt to commit crimes against bug humanity.

"They were coming into the house! Mom found one in her coffee and screeched." He looked up at you; his green eyes couldn't have been any bigger. "Screeeeeeeched!"

"Seems like overkill to be honest," you quipped.

"It's us or them," Eren lamented.

“Didn’t Carla just explain nuance to you?”

“Didn’t you talk to my mom about how to talk to gi—”

Zeke blushed and clutched Eren’s head to his leg, trying to muffle his voice.

“What did you talk to Carla about? Gills?” you asked, feigning ignorance.

“Hahah!” Zeke’s laugh was painfully staccato. “Yup!”

“Hm, bugs and gills. You’re a bit of a weirdo, Zekey Poo.”

You held your hand to your chin as if you were deep in thought. Zeke rolled his eyes and let go of Eren.

Eren stuck his tongue out. “Your pants taste like fabric.”

“I should fucking hope so.”

"Aw, you’re getting grumpy," Eren teased.

Zeke’s mouth was a thin line. He was stone-faced, almost like Rodin himself sculpted his visage. His eyes were dead, lifeless, the color of ash. Embarrassment and discontent had sucked any semblance of joy from them.

"Wait no, he's crumpy. Crabby and grumpy, just like dad."

You couldn't help but laugh much to Zeke's annoyance. You nudged him, hoping he'd lighten up but he remained as he was. A monarch butterfly lilted to the ground and twitched pathetically in the dirt.

"Alright, that was thoroughly depressing. Come on, you’re going back inside.”

Zeke trudged towards the house with Eren still clinging to his leg; you followed close behind. You wanted to think of something fun to do now that it was just going to be the two of you.

“Snow cones, Zeke. I want one.”

“I want one too!” Eren cheered.

Zeke gritted his teeth. “Maybe next time.”

“But I wanna get one with you guys now.”

“You should have thought about that before you started calling me made up words like crumpy.”

"I'll never eat anything blue raspberry. That looks radioactive," Zeke chastised.

The two of you sat at a mint green table on the boardwalk. You licked your neon blue snow cone. The syrup started to drip from the bottom of the cardboard, leaving your hand sticky with sugar.

"Oh, and green apple looks any less nuclear?"

"You ever hear about Cherenkov radiation?"

“I haven’t.”

“Well it’s—”

You interrupted him. “I don’t remember saying ‘Oh, Zeke, please tell me!’”

He held his arm at a strange angle, trying to avoid snow cone dripping down his sleeve.

“But I love telling you things without consent,” he said, voice almost cracking as the saccharine liquid made its way to his sleeve. “Oh, that’s perfect, just beautiful.”

You stifled a laugh. It occurred to you that openly laughing at a friend’s misfortune could be perceived as rude, or even malicious. You cleared your throat and cautiously bit into your snow cone.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you do that, kiddo.”

“Bite into a snow cone?” you asked, chomping into yours.

The second your teeth made contact they stung pain, it reverberated throughout your head. You wailed as you were overtaken by brain freeze. Unlike you Zeke didn’t stifle his laughter. He guffawed openly, bringing unwanted attention to the situation. You sunk down into your seat, setting your snow cone on the table on its side. The agony stripped you of any sense; it didn’t even occur to you that your snow cone would leak all over. Zeke got up, tossed his snow cone in the trash, and quickly grabbed what seemed like a pound of napkins.

“Next time you suggest food I’m ignoring you. Or I’m gonna make you pick something less fucking drippy.”

“Fair enough,” you said, picking up your depressing mess of a snow cone. “I need to wash my hands.”

Zeke held his hands out in front of him. “Ugh. Me too.”

After ditching the messy snow cones the two of you wandered around, searching for a bathroom. It was a thankless task. Most places sold overpriced wares and demanded you purchase something to use the bathroom. It was understandable; the area was a tourist trap. There would be endless lines trailing out of the little cafes that dotted the streets if the businesses were more lax. Beachgoers who thought they were too good for the porta potties would coagulate in the entrances. A disaster in the making.

“I mean, like, I get it. But I also don’t wanna spend $7 on a single scone so I can wash my hands,” you said.

“Could go buy hand sanitizer,” Zeke suggested.

“It’s not the same,” you replied solemnly.

“You sound so wistful. It’s like you’re reminiscing about an old lover. Should I be jealous?”

You playfully kicked Zeke in the shin.

“Hardly. They’d never compare to you.”

“That’s… Uh, I—Oh, we could walk to the beach and use those shitty sinks!”

Zeke grabbed your hand, hoping to drag you towards the beach. But you yanked it away just as his fingers grazed your skin.

“Wait. I need to tell you something.”

He gulped.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, fuck, kiddo. Out with it then.”

“I like you.”

“Who?”

You nervously tugged at your hair. There was still time to backtrack. You could have said just kidding or by “you” I mean Steve Buscemi. But you froze, eyes were flooded with panic. You went to speak but nothing came out. The confession wasn’t supposed to happen like this. You had a plan! You wanted a late night drive up to the mountains. You wanted to stare up at the stars while you both lazed around on a blanket. Zeke would be smoking and talking about something dumb like lo-fi hip hop, and you were going to pluck the cigarette from his mouth and kiss him like they did in all those ridiculous teen movies. It was so cliché, but warm, summer nights were made for that kind of stuff.

However here you were, hands sticky with sugar standing on the sidewalk as tourists strutted by complaining about how packed the boardwalk was. The sun beat down on you, the clouds finally subsiding. You wanted to cry. How could you have managed to set yourself up for failure this bad? You wiped your eyes with your sleeve and tried to gain composure.

“Uh, no one,” you finally choked out.

Zeke rolled his eyes and pulled you towards him. He cupped your face with his hands and planted a kiss on your lips. He pulled away rather quickly.

“Holy shit. My bad. I, uh, should have asked. Fuck, why didn’t I ask?”

“It’s… I don’t care.”

A smile crept across your face which allowed a wave of relief to wash over Zeke.

“You don’t?” he asked.

“No… I mean, your hands left my face sticky which is absolutely disgusting but other than that I don’t give a fuck. No. Wait. I mean, I do. I do give a fuck because I, you know, like you… or whatever.”

You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a little peck on the neck.

“You’re going to wipe your hands on me, aren’t you?”

“I think I earned that right,” you said smugly, wiping them on his back.

He awkwardly kissed your forehead; his soft lips lingered.

“I suppose you did, kiddo. I suppose you did.”

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madewithspice · 2 years

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Veterans Masterlist

erwin smith :

⇢ everything erwin smith

levi ackerman :

⇢ levi ackerman headcanons

miche zacharias :

⇢ miche zacharias headcanons

⇢ breaking up with e.y, z.y, m.z

moblit berner :

⇢ moblit berner headcanons

zeke yeager :

⇢ zeke yeager headcanons

⇢ breaking up with e.y, z.y, m.z

nanaba :

⇢ nanaba headcanons

hange zoe :

⇢ hange zoe headcanons

rico brzenska:

⇢ panic attacks

vets :

⇢ songs for each character

⇢ them as tinder bios

⇢ reacting to a loud sound at night

⇢ them as quotes said by kiki

⇢ them as quotes said by markie

⇢ first dates with aot boys

⇢ getting bullied by a kid

⇢ when you’re sad

⇢ when you get dumped

⇢ vaccinated or not

⇢ them as embarrassing moments

⇢ them as evil moments

⇢ them as cringe things

⇢ them as autumn things

⇢ them as halloween outfits

⇢ them as dumb things

⇢ them as ship dynamics

⇢ them as ship dynamics pt.2

⇢ them as bts members

⇢ their playlists

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sweetloleepop · 9 months

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𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒍𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒆𝒘, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆

Chapter 5: Routines

Synopsis: As (Y/N) gets used to living with Erwin, she's made a new routine

Pairings: Zeke Yeager/Reader, Erwin Smith/Reader

Tags: Modern AU, Arranged Marriage, Additional Tags to be Added, Reader is kind of a dandere, Erwin Smith is mean, slow burn, fluff

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

a/n: I'm sorry for the long wait!! The weather's been incredibly hot, it made me melt down-

Wordcount: 1.2k

As days go by, Erwin and (Y/N) had made a routine. (Y/N) finds that Erwin gets up at 5 and leaves at 6. She tried to make him breakfast on the first few days but Erwin told her that she doesn’t need to as he could just bought himself food on his way to his office.

(Y/N) would always see Erwin out before going back to sleep. She gets up at 8 and starts eating breakfast. She’ll then go for a walk to the park, grabbing yet another coffee and some bread to eat whilst she sat on a bench.

At lunch she’ll cook herself a meal again and eat in their kitchen, sometimes in the living room while watching a movie. She cleans, naps, read or walk around the house when she gets bored. There are lots of snacks in their pantry so she’s barely actually bored. She likes to eat and watch and that, she does.

She starts preparing dinner at 5pm, sometimes going out to buy some ingredients from a nearby mini mart. Erwin goes back at 5:30 or 6pm and they’ll share their dinner at 7. (Y/N) liked this routine that they had, she gets to relax and do the things that she likes. When she has the time, she’ll bake some cake, cookies or just make some desserts.

Today, (Y/N) woke up just in time to cook breakfast for both herself and Erwin to eat. She heard the shower running which indicated that her husband is already showering. She entered the restroom and brushed her teeth and washed her face.

She headed downstairs to the kitchen, looking out for something to cook in the pantry. She decided to toast some bread, cook a couple of pancakes and eggs and bacon. She also brewed tea for her and Erwin to share.

Not long after she finished preparing everything she has cooked, she heard footsteps coming down from the stairs. Erwin’s perfectly shined oxfords clicked beautifully upon contact with their tiled floor. He looks as presentable as ever. Well, he always looked so presentable and handsome and smart and (Y/N) counts herself very lucky to wake up next to a very charming man.

“Good morning!” (Y/N) cheerfully greeted.

“Good morning,” Erwin replied.

“I cooked pancakes with chocolate inside, have a taste” (Y/N) said before sliding the plate of pancakes near Erwin.

“With chocolate inside?” Erwin asked with one of his thick eyebrows up.

“Mhm”

Erwin took one onto his plate and sliced it. He watched as melted chocolate overflow through the sliced part of the cake. He took a bite.

“So, do you like it?” (Y/N) asked, feeling a bit anxious.

Erwin chewed the food and swallowed before he answered, “Hmm, it’s sweet.”

“Do you not like sweet things?” (Y/N) asked with a worried tone. She’s afraid Erwin wouldn’t like what she made for him and get upset with her. ‘No, no, no, Erwin is different. Very different from my father.’

Erwin must’ve sensed (Y/N)’s anxiety as he once again spoke, “It’s not bad, you should have a taste if you haven’t yet.”

“Oh, sure.” (Y/N) said as she placed a pancake on her plate before slicing it and taking the slice into her mouth.

“Mm. It is very sweet,” she said, “and not so bad.”

(Y/N) finished the pancake before sipping her tea. Erwin did the same. They ate silently before Erwin stood up from his seat.

“I have to leave now, I still have meetings to attend to.” Erwin said as he grab his case and an envelope before heading towards the door.

“Oh, alright. Take care!” (Y/N) replied as they walk through the halls. As usual, (Y/N) walked him out and waited until his car is out of her sight. (Y/N) sighed as she closed the door, she’s alone.

To not bore herself in the house, she started doing her daily routine. She’s too awake to sleep again so she decided to clean the house. She started to vacuum the living room’s carpet before she started sweeping the tiled floor around. Next, she mopped the floors, making sure not to leave a single spot dirty. After cleaning the living room, she cleaned the kitchen. After cleaning the kitchen, she cleaned the second floor.

She doesn’t find it hard to do so since the house is mostly clean, she just cleans them again slightly. After she mopped the second floor, she entered hers and Erwin’s shared room. She analyzed the room for any dirt or mess but she didn’t really spotted anything so she rested a bit before heading to the shower.

The shower was nice and warm. (Y/N) made sure to clean herself as thoroughly as she did the house. She got out of the shower looking fresh and relaxed. She put on her most comfortable clothes on before she headed downstairs, made herself a cup of tea and watched some movies on the television.

She slept when the movie’s over. Cleaning the cup and the center table before she fell into her slumber. When she woke up, she took some time before getting up. She used her phone, played some games before deciding that the weather isn’t too hot for her to go out then.

She takes long walks in the park. Grabbing coffee and snacks at the nearby café. After that, she heads home just in time to make dinner.

For that night’s menu, she cooked lasagna and made a vegetable salad. For dessert, she made mango graham cake and put it in the freezer. She made sure to turn the temperature lower for the cake to harden faster.

Upon Erwin’s arrival, everything is almost ready.

“Welcome back!” (Y/N) greeted him with a smile.

“Thanks. I’ll go upstairs for now and have a change of clothing, I’ll see you later” Erwin replied.

“Sure.”

After Erwin changed his clothes, he headed back downstairs to the living room. He sat down at the sofa before opening the television. He is watching the news. (Y/N) served him some tea since she thought, ‘he had a long day’.

Erwin thanked (Y/N) before sipping the tea. It made him release a sigh of relief. He’s finally home and comfortable –Well, not really. He’s been restless for some very personal reason. They haven’t talk for a while. ‘I should contact her.’

“Erwin. Erwin, dinner’s ready” Erwin felt as (Y/N) softly patted him. He must’ve fallen asleep. He stood up and cleared his throat.

(Y/N) served dinner for both her and Erwin before they finally ate. (Y/N) noticed how tired Erwin looked so she broke the silence between them.

“Erwin, are you alright? You seemed very tired.”

“I’m okay. Today has just been long”

“Okay… Take a good rest after this, will you?” (Y/N) gently asked. Erwin noticed how soft (Y/N) spoke. Her voice feels calming, it sounds like the water flowing through a river, it looks like slowly melting butter.

“Sure.”

(Y/N) got out of her dressing room, she just finished freshening up. She looked at Erwin, he was already sleeping. She trudged towards the bed and carefully sat. She looked at Erwin once again and noticed how Erwin is hugging himself. (Y/N) chuckled, ‘he’s cold.’ She grabbed the blanket and covered Erwin with it. ‘That should be good.’ She thought to herself before laying down, facing Erwin.

“Good night, Erwin” (Y/N) whispered and gave Erwin a small peck on his cheek before finally letting herself fall asleep.

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