I Have Finally Reach The Point Where I Read Eren Fics... Ok Maybe I Do Have A Crush On Him

i have finally reach the point where i read eren fics... ok maybe i do have a crush on him 😟

always appreciate levi’s back & muscles.💪💯

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙤 | 𝘫.𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯

You’re not sure what tipped your boyfriend off about your current crummy, terrible, awful mood but he’s presently standing in the middle of your apartment with a box of chocolate danishes and a half smile. All while you’re in the same pajamas you’ve slept in for the past three days.

A harsh ‘why?’ comes out of your mouth after a few moments of silence riddled with confusion on your end. After his eyebrows raise at your less than welcoming energy, you decide to add, “Sorry, were we supposed to hang out tonight? I’ve been so busy with work and school that I didn’t check my schedule, I’m so sorry.” You release a shaky breath. 

Did you miss his texts? Why couldn’t you have checked your notifications before taking that ridiculously long nap—why didn’t you check your notifications after you woke up?

Forgetting a date with Jean would be the cherry on top of the horrible day you’re having. You feel guilty.

“Hey first off, stop apologizing. I just wanted to see you—relax a bit, yeah?” Jean closes the gap between you two in one stride and presses a slow, tender kiss to your forehead. After, he lovingly smoothes out the lines in your forehead with his thumb. “Thought you could appreciate some french dessert.” 

You open your mouth to respond but you don’t know what to say. You’ve only been with Jean for a little over a month now but his sensibility is unlike any person’s you’ve been with in the past. It’s enveloping—no matter where you go, Jean’s love surrounds you.

Noticing your perplexed expression, your boyfriend chuckled to himself, “You’re gonna at least pretend to be happy to see me or what?”

You shoot him a small, sad smile. “Oh Jean, I am—it’s just…I’m not in the greatest of moods today.” You never felt like you couldn’t be real around him. It was also a rule outlined in the very beginning of your blossoming relationship that there were to be no lies, even when telling the truth felt difficult. 

Jean nods slowly, “Yeah, that’s why I’m here. You sounded kind of, I dunno, mellow? When we were speaking over the phone earlier. You sounded tired.” 

He’s right. You were tired—still are.

“It’s all too much.” Everything—work, school, people, even yourself. 

He nods like he understands but he doesn’t say a word.

You filled the silence with, “Thanks for stopping by though babe, I’m gonna devour these.” Your eyes size up the box of chocolate danishes in his hand. You feel your stomach tighten in anticipation of scarfing them down once he leaves but Jean must’ve had other plans because he pulled the box away from you as you reached out to grab it. 

You frown. “Excuse me?”

“You’re trying to get me out the door but I’m not leaving,” He brushes past you and makes himself comfortable on your sofa, spreading his legs wide and leaning his back against the couch, beckoning you to join him with half lidded eyes and a sly smile.

“So it’s just to hell with that physics exam you have tomorrow afternoon, right?” Jean makes a face at you that screams ‘duh’

“Right.”

“Wrong,” You laughed out, rolling your eyes at his irresponsibility. “So, so wrong. Go home and study. I’m fine.”

“Are you though?”

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll figure it out.”

He frowns. “It does matter, I need to know that you’re okay. Or will be. Either way, I’m not leaving until I see it,” He stands up from his seat and pulls you into a tight hug where his chin rests on the top of your head. Your cheek is pressed against his broad chest and against his smooth cotton shirt that you’re convinced was recently taken out of the dryer because of how fresh it smells.

“I’m telling you that I’m gonna be okay, I just had an off morning,” you mumbled, your words sound small like you’re not sure if you even believe it.

“Remember when I was grumpy because of that stupid fight with Marco and you came over and made chocolate chip pancakes in my kitchen? I think about that a lot.”

You pull back from his tight embrace to swipe a thumb over his mouth. “Well, that was an urgent matter that called for my presence and pancakes—”

He interrupts you, sensing the incoming half-assed excuse as to why he didn’t have to visit you. “I was being a little b—tch to everyone and yet you didn’t run away. You walked right into my fire.”

“Fire or no fire, I want to be with you.” You said and he locks eyes with you again, in a way that lets you know he feels the same way about you.

 “I want to take care of you,” He whispered back. “You just gotta let me.”

You stop yourself from replying back that you don’t need him to do that, you don’t need anyone to do that but your mind goes back to that night in Jean’s kitchen, back to the memory of you flipping over golden, chocolate chip pancakes in his socks because your feet were cold and your own socks were too thin. You remember how badly you wanted to cheer him up, make him feel better even if it was just a little bit. 

“Okay, I’ll try,” You sighed in defeat with a lopsided smile painting your face.

Jean looks at you like you delivered him the moon.

been on a not-so-short break and now im bombarded w so many fucking amazing fic updates lately. like so many. and YES IM SO FUCKING EXCITED ‼️🤩😭

God ill do anything for them 😩