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eren jaeger as your older brother headcanons

ill probably do other characters soon !

a piece of shit but he's protective

protective in a way that yknow, he's the only one allowed to make your life miserable like all older brothers do

doesn't help you with homework, instead you have to help him bc he's dumb or can't be bothered to do it

in return, he covers for you when you do something your parents doesn't allow you to

knows grisha's credit card number and he uses it to buy you things

buys you even more things with said card when you found out that it's your dad's lol

tries to set you up with his friends (only the ones he trusts) but gets pissy if you actually agree

like why??? why would you date???

your dad is cool with it and your mom is giddy since it's normal but eren says no

“no lovers until you're forty” he says

he's either fights you or fights for you, nothing else

someone made you cry? violence is not the answer. however, it's a question and his answer is YES

only needs to hear your side and even if you're somewhat at fault too, he'll still be biased towards you

pinches your ear everytime he gets a chance so you pull on his hair as a payback

tries to trip you when you pass by him on the couch and you make sure to step on his toes under the dinner table

carla is concerned but is used to it

he likes to gossip about what's going on with your life

that one person who accused you of stealing their notebook that you hate? yeah he hates them, too

you steal his clothes and he gets mad but doesn't take them back from you anyway

probably because he has used your toothbrush and towel accidentally a couple of times and didn't care

if one of you is missing something like chargers and stuff, it's most likely in each other's room

you play rock, paper and scissors to decide who does the chores. always.

text him whatever you want to eat at whatever time of day or night and he'll come knocking at your door thirty minutes later with it

pretends to harass you to pay him but you never actually pay him back because it's paid with grisha's credit card

comes to your room and lounges around even if you're not there when he feels down

when he sees you cry, his first instinct is to get angry at who or whatever made you sad and the next is to get you tissues

not too fluffy with affections but he ruffles your hair and pats your back

don't expect to get rid of him even if you get married, he'll be your neighbor at wherever place you and your spouse moves to

asks are open!

- love, zari

Levi and Erwin Scenario: They accidentally insult you in an argument

I'm now starting to write! I hope you guys enjoy this one ♡

Erwin:

You knew that Erwin had an important job of securing funds for the scouts so that we can have a better budget for supplies and things like that. Erwin had to attend meetings and balls to talk with the fat, lazy, arrogant nobles in the Interior. But lately one of the lady nobles has been really flirting with Erwin and has been getting way too close to him every time he's at a ball or meeting. You knew that Erwin loved you. But your insecurities got the best of you and that's whats ended up with you confronting Erwin which turned to a bit of a heated argument. "Erwin, how come you don't push her away huh?! So you just let her cling onto you like a lovesick dog!?" Erwin grunted angrily as he was writing a report. "(Y/n), you can't seriously be accusing me for indecency just because a random woman clings onto me." Your insecure thoughts clouded your mind and you yelled out, "Jesus Erwin it's like you don't even care to think about my feelings all you ever do is sit in the goddamn chair at the meetings with the nobles or you're dancing closely with that woman who's about to kiss you!! You're probably sleeping with her behind my back as far as I know!!" You slammed your hands on his desk as a sudden wave of fury washed over Erwin. "So why don't you just leave then huh?! It's not like I needed to be around you anyways. You're so damn needy (Y/n)." You let a gasp of shock as you turned around and ran out the door. That's when Erwin realized what he's just said and realized he's really fucked up.

Levi:

Ever since the return from the battle of Shiganshina, Levi's been out of it and having a rough time. It was mainly over the fact that so many lives were lost and that included Erwin's. Levi made a promise to him and he was gonna keep it. Levi and you have been together for a few years and this has been one of the roughest you've ever seen him. He's been training himself too hard and nearly pushes himself till he's almost on the brink of passing out. He wasn't eating as much either. You tried your best to help him get through and grieve but you guess it wasn't enough to make him give himself a break. Levi was throwing hard punches at a punching bag for god know how long. You decided to make him stop and take a break because he's been pushing himself way too much. "Levi, please come back inside. Don't you think you've been training enough?" Levi still continued his punches almost as if his sound was blocked. "Levi, you've barely eaten and all you've been doing is working out and constantly filling out paperwork. Do you even know how much you're pushing yourself?!" Levi stopped for a second to look at you as he coldly ignored you again. You've just had enough. You marched right up to your boyfriend and grabbed his arm. "Levi, we're going inside right now and you're going to fucking eat something and give yourself a goddamn rest. All you ever been doing is training!!" Levi glared with the most icy look in his eyes as he said, "Goddamnit (Y/n) how about you stop acting like a brat and actually do something useful in your life for once? All you ever do is bother me. Leave me the hell alone." Levi didn't really decipher what came out of his mouth until he actually said it and immediately regretted his actions. "Well.. I guess that's all I am to you huh? I'll do as you ask." Levi reached out. "Wait, (Y/n).." But you already ignored his words and left him. Levi grabbed his own hair in frustration. How was he gonna explain himself now?

Drunk Scenarios with the Aot Vet Trio

Can you tell I love the vet trio? Feeding you guys more and I hope you like this one! I'm pretty proud with the outcome. Inspired by the hcs @hanjisrealwife did <3

You and all the survey corps veterans decided that it would be a good idea to go and get a drink at the bar. You guys never got much time to sit back and have a drink so this was definitely a stress reliever. Erwin, Levi, Hanji, Miche, Nanaba, and Moblit were with you as you sat down and ordered some whiskey. Not only were you having an absolute blast, you may or may not have had one too many drinks of alcohol. You couldn't help it. You kept drinking and drinking. The other veterans were all each having their own fair share of alchohol but your eyes immediately went to your partner. That's when you decided to get up all wobbly and entertain them for the night.

Erwin:

Erwin noticed you walking over to him but it felt like you were walking on two left feet. "(Y/n), is everything alright? You don't look too good." You giggled with a flushed face as you sat down on his lap. "I am now. Why don't you say I give you a fun time, commander?" Erwin blushed in embarrassment. He already came to a realization that you were extremely drunk and he knew that you weren't gonna want to get teased by the others the next day. "Okay (Y/n), that's enough drinking for you today we should get back and rest." You pouted as you said, "But I wanna stay with you and have fun!" Erwin excused both of you from the group while all the other vets had an amused look on their face seeing your constant public displays of affection. As Erwin held your hand as you walked back he lightly smiled and said, "We'll have more fun another time."

Levi:

Levi noticed how much you were drinking despite his few drinks of alcohol he had. He knew how much of a lightweight you were when it came to drinking which wasn't going to do you good the next day. His thoughts got interrupted when you sat closely to him and put your whole arm around his body. "Hey babe. What do you say we go somewhere else and have a good time?" You winked. Levi eyes widened a bit at what you were saying since you were never the type to be this flirty in public. "(Y/n), you need to get your head straight and stop drinking this much. It's gonna be a pain in the ass." You took it up a step further by putting your mouth close to his ear and whispering, "Levi, you're looking so sexy right now. I just can't resist you." Levi stood up and grabbed your wrist as he heard the cackling of Hanji behind him yelling at him to have fun. Back at headquarters when he laid you on your shared bed he leaned in and whispered deeply, "(Y/n), I think you're sexy too." He then proceeded to walk back to the kitchen and get some water prepared for the next morning.

Hanji:

Hanji didn't bother to interrupt your drinking session since they were having a pretty good amount themselves. Moblit usually scolded them for drinking an excessive amount so they were having a bit less than they would. Hanji was talking to Levi about something until you came up behind them and started kissing their face repeatedly. "(Y/n)?" They laughed as Levi was getting a bit uncomfortable with the sudden affection. "Hanji!! I just love you so so much!" Levi didn't even bother with you as he snorted in amusement and proceeded to change seats to where Erwin was. "I love you too (Y/n)!" They said as you continued showering them in affection. Hanji proceeded to give you a peck on lips as you giggled. "Hanji, never leave me. I wanna stay with you forever." Hanji let out a flushed smile and said, "I'm always with you (Y/n)." You both couldn't care less at the other veterans looking at the both of you. Hanji and you grew in each other's presence as you enjoyed the rest of the night. Both you and Hanji became so wild that night that Moblit and Levi had to forcefully drag your asses back to headquarters.

AOT Vets having a wet dream about their s/o

Fem reader and NSFW implied. Let your imagination run wild ;)

Erwin:

Erwin usually went to sleep no problem. He would have dreams as well as his fair share of nightmares. But he would of never imagined having a wet dream about you. He woke up from that amazing dream feeling some sweat pour down his forehead as well as a familiar feeling in between his legs. He didn't think him waking up would wake you up as well, but it did. "Erwin, honey. What's wrong?" Erwin didn't really want to tell you what happened, he didn't want to bother you to fulfill his fantasies now. "It's nothing (Y/n). You should go back to sleep." You weren't buying it. "Erwin, did you have a nightmare? If so, you know you can tell me what happened." Erwin then sighed and looked at you with an interesting look on his face. "It was... something else." He then proceeded to tell you what happened and you felt yourself getting hotter and turned on by the minute. Erwin gave you a bit of a smirk but there was something to his eyes that looked full of lust. "Say, (Y/n), you want to fulfill my fantasies now?" As he pushed you down on the bed and started unbuttoning you...

Levi:

Levi would never usually sleep and that was just his normal. The most he's ever gotten was at least a few hours or so. Ever since you both started sleeping in the same bed, he's tried to sleep more. While he was asleep, the biggest surprise of his life came when in his dream "things" were happening between the 2 of you. It was getting super steamy until Levi suddenly shot up awake. His breathing became a bit heavy and his cheeks were feeling super hot. Your eyes opened and you shot up too to see Levi looking super startled. "Levi? Are you okay?" When his breathing became steady he opened his mouth and said, "Yeah. I'm fine." You noticed Levi's face and you touched it to feel that it was super hot. You got on his lap in the process and felt super close which reminded him of part of his dream. He was feeling an overwhelming feeling of lust and you started to pick it up too. You gave him a devilish smile as you started to strip and he started to kiss and nip at your neck. Levi looked at you with a smirk as he said, "Wanna make my dream come true?"

Hanji:

Hanji was pretty open in their relationship so once they had something that was going on, they would tell you. Except this one night in your shared bed felt different to them as they started having visions in their sleep. Visions of you below them and begging for them. It was so hot and Hanji couldn't help themselves when they suddenly let their full body out of that dream. They were a bit disappointed to wake up from that lovely vision, but then they saw you right next to them sleeping. Waking you up this time wouldn't hurt right? The heat pooling their entire body wasn't going to go away and they needed to fulfill their dream, fast. Hanji didn't even bother to wake you as they started to kiss you all over the face while you were sleeping. You woke up to feeling Hanji's lips all over and you didn't know if it should be a blessing or a curse. "Um, Hanji? What are you doing?" You didn't even get to say more as Hanji got on top of you and looked down at you, their prey. "Say, (Y/n). Can you be a good girl for me tonight?" You didn't need to ask them twice as you both started heavily making out preparing for the long night ahead.

I never thought I'd see a post more relatable! These types of fics had always rubbed me the wrong way but what really did it for me was when I once clicked on a "(certain show/anime) x blackreader" tag, then a bunch of ghetto ahh filthy smut posts were the first things that popped up. It's so bad, i actually cry tears of joy when i find a cute fluffy (tiny bit suggestive) fic that's black reader coded because it's so rare! I am so tired smh

(And I'm not saying smut is bad, I just hate how blackreader inserts are portrayed and how toxic such fanfics can be. Especially how they promote stereotypes! Like no the black insert character doesn't have to be a bimbo freaky ahh airheaded ghetto s*ut who's a babymama to a gangster jailbird character who drinks and smokes weed (and the character in question is Armin Alert 🧍‍♀️) LIKE BRO YOU'RE SETTING US BACK 70 YEARS WITH THIS SHIT!)

its so hard for me to find good black!reader stories nowadays its either full of exaggerated black stereotypes for not only the reader but also the non black characters or the reader for some reason has the mind of a toddler and writers try to pass it off as being a “bimbo” like honestly im tired of it

🔥The Secret Compartment🔥

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“Oh come on, Erwin! I know you’re just as curious as I am!” Hanji whined, leaning with her palms flat against the Commander’s desk, her eyes shining behind her glasses.

“Hanji, it would be wrong,” Erwin said with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“Who cares about moral principles? Levi is out for a few hours, this would be the perfect time to do it! You know there won’t be another chance like this again soon, we need to take advantage of it and see exactly what he is hiding from us!”

Erwin met Hanji’s excited gaze, knowing she would not drop this until she got what she wanted. He sighed again, trying to fight off the headache that was forming against his skull. About a month ago, both Erwin and Hanji had noticed a locked drawer attached to Levi’s desk. The pair always knew that their friend was a private person, but it was the only drawer that had a lock on it. There was even one time when Hanji had burst into his office without knocking, only to see him quickly and violently slam the drawer shut with a glare in her direction. They had questioned him on it, only to be met with annoyed scowls and complaints about everyone sticking their noses into his business. 

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connie with a shy gf ?

“LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME, YA LOOKIN’?”

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a/n: this took so long. whew.

cw: p in v smut, dirty talk, reader is shy, black! coded reader, edging, soft! dom connie, fingering, oral (f), degradation, cervix fucking, rough sex, sub! reader, dom and sub dynamic kinda?? i think that’s it

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“how come you never look at me when we fuck?” the question from your boyfriend has you choking on your tea, you whack your fist against your chest as your body heaves with coughs.

“c-connie! you can’t just say stuff like that.” you tell him, placing your tea cup down as you place your hands against your brown cheeks, flushing with heat from embarrassment.

“why not? it’s just me and my pretty girl talking. plus, it’s true. you always close your eyes when i fuck your-” your hands go to his mouth, covering it before he can say the next words to his sentence. it’s like he has no filter sometimes.

“connie springer!” you shriek, laughing when his tongue darts out to lick your hand. his arms wrap around your waist, pushing you down onto the couch beneath you.

he buries his face into your neck, taking a long breath to smell the sweet perfume you always have on. his warm breath tickles your neck, making your eyes flutter closed. it feels so good, even though it shouldn’t.

“m’ serious. m’ not gonna keep fucking you if you won’t look at me. i wanna see those pretty eyes.” he mutters into your neck, making you pout. he sits up, pulling you into his lap with a satisfied smile, as if it’s the best idea he’s ever had.

“but connie—” you about to whine at the unfairness of his words, interrupted only when your boyfriend pulls you in for a quick kiss on your lips.

“no buts,” he says and just like that, his arms are at his sides and he walking into the kitchen leaving you feeling lonely from the lack of his touch.

he stays true to word too, as hard as it is for him. he knows that you’re shy, it’s something he loves about you. but the boy wants to see how far he can push you with this, kind of like a little experiment if you will.

“want my fingers now pretty?” your boyfriend breathe onto your lips, fingers playing with the bands of your underwear. you bite down on your lower lip, nodding quickly.

“tell me,” he urges, making your eyes widen. he never asked you to do that before, knowing just how shy you get when he says the word “pussy” .. so why is he torturing you like this??

“con..” you timidly whine, rutting your hips up against his fingers. he shakes his head, laying another light kiss on your lips in an effort to tease you. and it fucking works of course, having you silently begging him with those teary brown eyes.

“guess you don’t want em’ that much then.” he sighs, hands going to your thighs to caress the skin gently. you can’t deal with all these light little teasing touches .. it’s too much.

“please connie. i want .. y-your fingers.” you literally have to muster up all the courage in your body to say the words, face growing embarrassingly hot from the dirty things you’d just said for him, to him.

the boy coos at your effort and you’re immediately rewarded with him pushing your panties to the side. you let out a small whimper when his fingers gently slide up your cunt, collecting all that pretty slick you had for him.

“one or two?” he asks, making your pussy flutter. you manage to whisper a quiet “two” into the air, earning a smirk from your boyfriend.

“slut.” he smugly murmurs, making your eyes close. the name has your heart racing and your body trembling with pleasure. you secretly love it when he calls you that.

“don’t call me-” your boyfriend interrupts your words with another hot kiss, gently pushing two fingers into your pussy. your eyes squeeze shut as your pussy clenches around his thick fingers. even though he’s going slow, his digits are still slightly stretching you out. it hurts, yet it feels so good.

god, you are a slut.

connie’s lips don’t stop moving against yours, kissing you quite passionately as he curls his fingers .. pressing against that spot. the spot that he knows has your pretty little cunt fluttering around his fingers, getting his digits all wet with your cum.

you hands clutch onto his shirt, hard. connie chuckles when he feels your hips rise .. needy pussy humping his fingers as you let out small little whimpers.

then, he notices how tightly your eyes are squeezed shut.

you’re having an amazing time it seems, eyes closed as breathy whimpers leave your lips. until it’s all snatched out from you by connie removing his fingers.

your eyes shoot open and you see your boyfriend frowning at you. he licks his fingers clean before pulling your panties back up your legs. you shake your head, gripping onto him as your about ready to cry.

why? what did you do?

“connie?” his name comes out as a question, and it’s actually cute how confused you look right now.

“said i wouldn’t fuck you if you don’t look at me. i’m gonna go make us some dinner.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, seemingly as if nothing had happened.

“but connie—” you’re about to whine again, before you’re cut off with a yell from your boyfriend as he runs down the hall.

“no buts!”

this goes on for quite some time. and boy do you try hard every time you and connie get intimate to keep your eyes open. but he makes it so hard. the way he uses his fingers, his tongue, even the way fucking his hips move .. you can’t do anything but shut your eyes as you succumb to the pleasure. how could you not??

“you gonna look at me this time?” connie asks, sliding your pink panties off your legs. you suck in a breath to prepare yourself.

you can do this. you’ve had weeks of practice and edging from him. you can do this.

“m’ gonna try,” you say weakly, fingers digging into the bedsheets beneath you as connie’s lips travel lower and lower down your body with teasingly gentle kisses.

“we’ll see,” he hums, gripping your legs. your heart picks up as he folds them, letting out a groan as he exposes your slicked up cunt to him. fucking gorgeous as always.

his lips gently lay on your clit, rousing a little moan from you. your boyfriend’s tongue swiftly darts out, swiping at your clit now. your toes begin to curl, and fuck .. are you clenching around his tongue already?? he’s literally just started.

“connie..” you whimper, eyes tearing up as he begins to add a finger, scissoring it in and out of you slowly. it feels good, so good. all those weeks of edging and being left hanging have your abdomen already clenching clenching so hard.

your eyes threaten to flutter closed, but you catch it .. eyes shooting open. there was no way you were ruining this for yourself.

“y’ so wet for me pretty. maybe i should edge y’ more often.” your boyfriend smirks, pushing a second thick finger through your slick folds. he gently slides it in slowly before curling it and pressing it against that spot. your pussy clenches around him tightly, and you let out a beautiful moan.

his eyes go to yours, checking to see if your eyes are closed and connie feels his dick jump when he’s sees your pleasure-filled eyes on his. your brown lids are barely even open, but your eyes fight it .. fight to keep them trained on your boyfriend.

connie’s cheeks grow a little warm when he realizes that you did listen to him. that you are doing this because you want to make him happy. and the fact has his cock throbbing in his black pants.

he should really edge you more often.

you let out an unsatisfied groan when connie’s fingers slide out of your pussy. mistakenly you think he’s about to edge you again and can’t help but pout. you were so close ..

“none of that, you little brat. hold your legs up.” he instructs, and your eyes widen when you realize what’s about to happen.

you have never held you legs up faster in your entire life.

connie’s eyes stay on yours as he unzips his pants. he slowly pulls them down, and you close your eyes when you feel the bed shift from his weight.

fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck.

“eyes open,” connie gently commands you, and your eyes shoot open at his tone. you place your arms around connie’s neck as he presses his weight down onto you, he’s so warm and heavy .. and fuck .. you’re dripping onto the sheets now.

“breathe in baby, breathe in with me.” connie instructs with a raspy tone, rubbing his tip against your clit which was practically dripping from his previous teasing. he taps the sticky head of his cock against your pussy once! twice! before gently pressing it through your tight ring of muscles.

“1 .., 2…,” you grip his shoulders as his cock gently slides into your cunt, making the both of you moan when he holds your legs down to completely bottom out.

“oh, fuck.” your boyfriend moans, eyes hardening as he relishes in the way your spongey walls clamp around him tightly. connie can’t help the slight jerk! of his hips from the pleasure, and he really can’t help it when his eyes flutter closed quickly.

you feel so much wetter than usual.

“let me see your fucking eyes y/n.” at his words you look up at your boyfriend, no longer covering your face into his shoulder. his eyes are stony and angry, very different from the sappy smile that he usually had when he fucked you. you clutch onto his shoulders as his thrusts begin to get harsher, gently shaking the bed from the force of each snap of his hips.

“y’ don’t like lookin’ at me?” he asks, voice growing angrier as his hips thrust up angrily, now absolutely bullying the head of his tip into your cervix. your back arches of the bed from the increase of power from your boyfriends thrusts, your lips fall open in a silent scream as the pleasure hit you like a truck.

connie’s hands grip your thighs, pushing them down, down into the bed to the point where it starts to burn slightly .. giving you the fuck of your life as he plunges his cock into your slick cunt faster.

“connie i-”

“m’ i not your boyfriend?” his voice is full of anger now, eyes trained on your cunt as he fucks you with quick plat! plat! sounds.

“y-yes!” you whimper, eyes closing again. connie’s nails painfully dig into the skin of your hips as he fucks you now with brutal, short thrusts, the head of his cock knocking the breath out of you as it hits your cervix.

“then fuckin” THRUST! your breath becomes short and choppy as he gives you a brutal snaps of his hips. your pretty features scrunch up as your abdomen clenches again, harder this time.

“look” another THRUST! and your brown eyes go crossed, pussy fluttering wildly around the thick cock mercilessly penetrating your slick walls with each quick snap of connie’s hips.

“at” another THRUST! has your nipples tightening in the hot air mixed with the sweat and heat of your bodies, your body feels hot and tight as connie gives you another hard snap of his hips, hands roughly pushing your legs open as wide as they’ll go to fit his cock in as tight in that sloppy cunt as possible.

“me!” THRUST! you don’t even hear the last part as your pussy constricts, squirtings clear liquid all over your boyfriends cock, and yet, his hips don’t stop. connie lets go of your legs, opting to push your hands down onto the bed as he fucks your sensitive cunt into overstimulation.

the sounds your pussy makes have your head spinning as you body heats up. you can hear how wet you are now, and you’re so fucked out it’s no longer even embarrassing.

connie wishes he could take a mental picture of you right now. brown eyes welling up with tears of pleasure as you look up at him, unable to move as his hips increase in their pace snap, snapping! up and down to fuck into you. your brown nipples are hard, practically begging for attention as he holds your hands down, cock fucking into your tight walls relentlessly.

“shit, m gonna cum..” connie groans, eyes becoming low lidded as he feels his abdomen clench tightly. he could only hold out so long, and he had also been edging himself with you as well. your cunt flutters around his again, flexing as it clenches tightly, drawing a quiet whine from your boyfriend.

you have never been more happy that connie made you keep your eyes open during sex .. because he looks godly right now.

his hazel eyes are trying not to close as his pace stutters. his thrusts become sloppy, as his eyes close. sweat drips down fro his forehead, breaths coming out harsh and uneven from the stimulation. he’s never looked hotter before.

“cum connie. f-fucking cum in your pussy. make it yours,” the soft utterance of your words shock him to the core. he goes rigid, hands gripping your wrist down onto the bed as he cums the hardest he ever has in his fucking life. you whine as you feel his thick cum fill your pussy up, so much so that some seeps out of your stuffed cunt onto the bed.

“fuck .. sorry, baby. was i too rough pretty girl?” connie asks, concern lacing his voice as his hands gently caress your wrists now. you shake your head with a smile, pulling your boyfriend down to your chest.

once you two take a shower and get the sheets cleaned up, you and connie opt for a cuddle under a movie in your room.

“hey, i forgot to ask,” your boyfriends speaks, interrupting the movies big action scene. you look over to him in confusion, as he gives you that sappy smile you love.

“where did you learn to talk dirty?” he asks, making your eyes widen. your brain flashes back to the things you said when you were drunk off of pleasure, and you turn away from connie with a groan.

“let’s just pretend that never happened!” you say, turning the volume up on the tv. connie takes the remote from you as he turns the volume down.

“tell me.” he urges, a playful smile on his handsome face. you roll your eyes and lean in, cupping your hand as if you’re about to whisper in his ear.

“not telling!” you sing softly, settling back down. connie lets out a childish whine at your teasing and he pouts like a child.

“but—” he begins to speak, but you cut him off with a quick peck to his lips.

“no buts,” you tell him, turning back to the movie.

Aot x reader: how would they make dinner for you

Characters: Mikasa, Levi, Floch

Gn!reader

Pg rating. Warnings: Floch part is kinda neglecting (because he's bossy and bitchy and I love him for that)

I'll make more parts if you like it!

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Mikasa

When Mikasa loves someone, she puts a lot of care in everything she does for them. She wraps blankets on you when it's cold, she tells you to remove some layers when too hot, and she makes sure you are feeling alright every time, sometimes she's a little annoying with that, but you always forgive her for that. When it comes to dinner, she makes sure to keep in mind your favourite tastes and always makes a hearty meal after a tiring day. Her cooking is always delicious. Her salt and spices are on point, and she always serves it nice and warm. Sometimes she sits besides you and smiles looking at you eating with appetite, maybe humming at the tasty food and complimenting her. This always makes her heart flutter. There are times she is insecure of what she made and asks you if it is alright, and is relieved when you reassure her it's great as always.

Levi

Levi is the kind of person to be efficient with food and knowledgeable about nutrients and calories, exactly what he needs to stay in shape and have energy for his military duties and battles. And as much as he cares for his physical well-being, he also cares for yours. He maybe keeps his serious poker face every time he cooks and serves food, but he has put all the care inside it. He sometimes notices that you aren't all happy about eating these healthy stuff, and he always reminds you that it's good for you. He will sit down to dine with you, occasionally, and will throw discreet glances to notice if you like his cooking after all. Whenever you eat eagerly his lips curl into a small smirk for a brief moment, but makes sure you don't see it, maybe by hiding it under his napkin.

Floch

Floch is the kind of person that has more time for his plans and strategies rather than making food for himself or his partner. He won't rest until everything is settled, and then he maybe has time to eat. He sure though of himself first, and then remembers he has someone to take care of as well. Yes, he isn't as nice at first, but as soon as he gets used to you he maybe starts liking to share. His recipes are not complicated. He cooks easy foods like plain pasta or cheese sandwiches so that he can barely fill your stomachs. He will tell you that that's the food and if you don't like it he doesn't mind to have it with his usual slightly offensive smirk. If you tell him thanks, he will widen his eyes at you for a second, and then nod, returning to his plate and wiping his mouth, saying it was nothing.

Aot x reader: how they react when you attempt to seduce them in public (NSFW)

Characters: Erwin, Eren, Zeke, Floch, Porco, Onyankopon (ngl, 4/6 biased choices I am a huge simp)

Rating: (R) Explicit. Warnings: some cocky behaviour, dubcon (Floch)

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Erwin

You think a person as important as him wouldn't already take his measures against the temptations you'd give him in a speech or a meeting amongst superiors? Of course he wears chastity gear, restricting his member to become erect and moist as you give him those lustful gazes, or when you rub your foot on his calf, or maybe even when your gentle and teasing hand reaches his upper thigh, threatening to touch his groin. Beads of sweat form on his forehead, and he tries not to get angry at you for trying to tempt him while he's on his duty, because he loves you and he wants to be gentle, but you need to understand his position as well. He gently takes your hand away, very discreetly, and squeezes it as a signal for you to stop. And even if you aren't there, and it's just his mind that is taking over, trying to seduce him, making him think of what he loves on you, your private moments together... He's always trying to shake it off and focus on his work, but it's very sure that when he reaches home, he's willing to take you then and there, right after he returns, in his uniform, provided you also want that.

Eren

Eren is the type of guy that will pretend he doesn't take it if you try to attempt to turn him on while he's occupied and in public. He'll definitely ignore you. But a bulge will form inside his pants. And he will cross his legs, trying to do the well known trick of pretending he's searching his pockets, strapping his cock to the side of his underwear. Then, he turns to you, smirking playfully, like he's telling you that your tricks don't work on him. Of course if he has time to spare, he'll go to a bathroom to relieve his erection, or even drag you with him to fuck you quickly, because after all it's your fault he got all restless. He could even fuck you were you are, if you weren't in plain view. But he sure likes the thrill of public fuckery, so it's a sweet deal to him.

Zeke

He's the kind that will smirk back at you when you flaunt yourself in a seductive way. He will maybe sneak a hand to touch you where he wants, or even hold your hand and bring it to his groin, to let you know he's already hard with your games. But. If the situation is not appropriate, he will cut it out right away, without even trying to become menacing. He's intimidating even when it's just his index finger stands in front of you as a warning. He won't accept you fooling around with him when he's trying to work. Your distractions are just a sabotage to his plans and he would never allow anyone to get in between them. Though, he can go even farther when you provoke him too much. Sometimes he might have a bullet vibrator or butt plug inside you, and he'd adjust it as he wants if you get on his nerves. Good luck resisting to keep calm and not moan, as he mercilessly and abruptly changes the settings.

Floch

Oh, boy, seducing Floch publicly... It doesn't take long until he is hot with desire for you. Of course, his selfish nature won't allow him to express it in the cutest or most timid way. He will grin menacingly, not caring where you are and with whom. But this doesn't mean that he'd try to ruin his reputation like this. Which means that he'd grab your hand and drag you someplace else, that you'd be alone or with people he trusts and don't mind letting them watch. He most likely will try to touch you inappropriately, and if you act like you didn't want it he'll snap at you, saying that you started it all through his teeth inside your ear. His *soldier* is standing at attention, poking you if he comes too close, grinding against you. He whispers that he feels free doing what he likes, and with that he'd suck the skin on your neck fiercely, leaving several hickeys on you, and he'd also bite you without a warning and leave teeth marks, while wildly humping your leg or crotch and holding you glued against him. *Bad* move to attempt luring him. But most importantly stupid of you to think that he wouldn't get what caught his attention, even if you thought you were just teasing him.

Porco

This man will probably try to make you stop, because he gets embarrassed. He'd never allow himself to look like he's losing his cool when he's exposed to eyes other than yours and his. He may seem tough, but he's actually very vulnerable, and if you pull certain strings, you have him in your palm. He blushes even on his ears when he notices that your lewd tricks work on him, and he curses under his breath. Most likely he will refuse to let you be near him when he's flustered in public, but in some cases when he can't take the arousal, he'll shove you in some private space like a bathroom or an empty room for a quick masturbation or humping, accompanied by affectionate kisses and nuzzling. He may not show it often but he can be very sweet if he wants to.

Onyankopon

He will sure smirk at you, if you act playful around him, for example on a date. This definitely brings heat in his chest and his pants, when you click his right buttons, but he won't allow you to be exposed to other people. Not only because he's low-key jealous, but mostly because he believes you are too precious for sloppy, and maybe uncomfortable and embarrassing acts. Instead, when he notices that you get in the mood for more intimate moments, he will make sure you get the best of comfort and privacy. He will get you in the car, preferably when it's dark outside, and you can see the starts from the window, he will take you back home, in your bedroom, or even book a hotel room. Then, all the arousal from before can be finally extinguished, as you both feel safe and can express yourselves freely.

Floch x reader: watching shows with him on a rainy evening.

Rating: PG | Gn!reader | warnings: none | modern au

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You return home from a tiring day at work, or you were staying in and were bored, the weather is not so good to go out and have a drink or dinner, so you decided to curl in your couch with a blanket and watch cheaply made soap operas and realities.

Floch reluctantly comes out of his hole as well, noticing what you're doing and really wanting to join, but it still looks stupid to him. He doesn't want to show that he'd like to watch so insignificant little shows, and yet he also craves to get under the warmth you have created inside the blanket, and wrap his arms around you. He wouldn't admit that he likes entertainment of poor quality, and especially he wouldn't want to reveal that he can get pretty touchy and gently around you.

Whenever he looks at you all comfortable and curled up, he almost can't help himself, he wants to rub your cheeks together and let his hands wander on the shapes your body creates.

You hear his feet on the floor as he approaches the sofa, and then he clears his throat. "What are you doing?..."

You reply to him with a smile while still looking at the screen, and you ask him if you want him to join. He shrugs and grimaces, and sits on the sofa next to you with crossed legs.

At first he's very stiff. Sometimes he shows scenes on the screen and comments on things that catch his attention. He ends up doing it even more as time passes, and he sometimes chuckles sarcastically at stupid love scenes or drama and calls it *baroque*.

You need to make the first move if you want to get him to snuggle you. At first, you maybe reach for his hand and tickle it with your index. Or maybe try to wrap the blanket around him. He wouldn't reciprocate but he wouldn't pull away either. He likes it in fact.

As time passes, he softly but slightly stiffly starts cuddling you, letting your legs tangle and making you rest on his chest. You can feel his heartbeat like this. Rubbing his chest will send goosebumps in his stomach, and you'll feel the trembling. His own hands rest on your back, occasionally rubbing it and your hair.

He actually gets fixated with your hair. He strokes them and plays with locks in his fingers. His lips gently brush on your head and he nuzzles it.

He wants to touch you intimately a lot. He cups your cheeks and your nape, runs his palms on your torso and reaches your legs as he gets even more comfortable with showing vulnerability and affection.

He doesn't want the peaceful evening to end. The shows are addicting as they keep him fixated on something and extinguish his boredom, buy most importantly, he can't get enough of your closeness and wishes he could get more times in the day to relax like this.

Aot x reader: Bedtime routine

Characters: Onyankopon, Floch, Zeke, Jean, Connie, Annie, Porco, Yelena, Mike

Rating: PG (and very cozy), warnings: none

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Onyankopon

He always prays before sleep. He likes to sit on the bed, hugging his legs or just crossing them, depending on how he's feeling. He likes when you join the bed and you come close to him, listening to him or even praying with him. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your face a lot after the prayers, and then tucks you under the covers, snuggles you and talks with you until you both fall asleep. He holds your hand while sleeping.

Floch

He's too serious, even before bed. He sits at his office and sometimes he falls asleep there. You have to poke him and make him come to bed. And you always have to remind him to brush his teeth. Sometimes he's too tense and might come off as angry, but at the end he gently wraps an arm around you and shares his warmth with you. You pet his thick hair until you can hear snoring. He likes it even if he doesn't vocally express it.

Zeke

He always reads before bed. Or maybe for the whole night. If you happen to also sleep late you have noticed that. Sometimes you also read with him, leaning on him, or you lay down and let him run his cool hands through your hair. Sometimes you make him hold your hand too. The times he has fallen asleep with his glasses on are countless, and you take them off, help him lie down, cover him well and kiss his forehead.

Jean

Jean just wants to cuddle you. It's the moment he waits for all day, especially when he had a tiring day training or attending diplomatic meetings. All he wants is to feel your body against him, his hands to feel your face and torso, to whine about everything annoying that happened, to kiss your neck and lips, and just enjoy the simple things without complicated night routines. If you comfort him and pamper him a lot he's in heaven.

Connie

He'd try to solve riddles or read funny stories so that he'd make himself sleepy, but he made the mistake to have a lot of caffeine before. He lays on his back and stares at the ceiling, having too many philosophical questions coming to the surface of his head. Sometimes he mutters them out loud, and you put a hand on his chest, telling him to be quiet. Sometimes you give him a massage in the scalp to make him fall asleep finally or Jean will make fun of his sleepiness the next day.

Annie

She doesn't talk much, so there were days you asked her how her day was and she just said *good*. She also isn't too heated about physical contact but she does want it actually. She likes to tangle your legs with hers, it makes her feel rested after tough training. She also likes hands on her nape or sides. She may smile with relief if you rub her sore muscles. Sometimes she nuzzles your neck and hugs you closer.

Porco

He usually returns to the bedroom from the kitchen with a snack. Don't smirk at him because he blushes. Of course he shares with you if you ask. He also likes to listen to radio stories while snacking. You lean on his shoulder and steal a bit of his snack while he's too absorbed with the crime series he's listening to. Eventually, he falls asleep to relaxing jazz the late night program has and you have to take the empty snack containers or plate away from him.

Yelena

She likes herbal tea before bed. Ideally something very hot and relaxing. You also get to see her in her cute underwear with linen details, contrasting her usual black suit. She also likes listening to late night radio programs, especially if it contains interesting people's interviews. She smiles, listening about weird celebrities or deviants. She's the one to wrap a long arm around you and bring you to her chest, sighing with euphoria about the moment.

Mike

He literally lies down and falls asleep like a wood. Not because he's cold to you and doesn't want to spend time with you, but because he's very tired. He appreciates when you rub circles on his back or chest, or nuzzle his hair while he's sleeping. If he's not sleeping that deeply, he wraps a tired arm around you and locks you in his embrace, sniffing your neck a bit to catch the smell vibes. He also made sure to smell nice himself, having showered right before, because he knows better than anyone that smell speaks by itself.

Jean Kirstein x Reader: Comforting your husband

Rating: PG, Warnings: none

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You catch Jean feeling very gloomy, maybe even bailing his eyes out in the bedroom with the door closed. He doesn't really like that his precious spouse witnesses that. He usually acts so cool around you so that you feel that everything is fine and that he's tough and always your supporting arm to grab, but in reality he's a sensitive guy who also needs your support. He always tries to spend difficult days alone to not show his sadness, but you always catch him. His more of an open book than he wants to admit.

And truth is be doesn't mind you actually being around him when he needs you. He loves your hands rubbing his back with a consoling movement. He loves your fingers running in his hair and your knuckles on his cheeks.

He will curl in your lap, head on your legs and arms around your hips. He'll sit there silently for a while, maybe sniffling a bit, soaking your clothes with tears. Stroke his hair more. It'll calm him down. He'll lean against your belly and kiss it as a thank you.

Ask him if he wants you to snuggle in the bed together. He'll nod and grab your hand. Lie opposite of him and hold his face. Let him touch your hair. It's his soft spot. Looking at your face while moving your hair back so that he can see you better makes him smile faintly. With slow and lazy movements, he rests his head on your shoulder and shifts in there, embracing your waist.

He'll kiss and nuzzle your neck, muttering that he loves you and that he wish he was better for you, and various other slightly dramatic but sweet words until he falls asleep in your arms.

You can bring him a snack when he wakes up and a kiss on the forehead. He'll smile and blush if you make him his favourite omelette. He'll grab your waist and kiss your cheek, telling you that you are the best spouse he could ever ask for.

Eren x reader: freedom at home. (NSFW)

Rating: R (Explicit!) \ Warnings: kinks used: voyeurism, striptease (kind of) \ Gn!bottom!reader \ modern au setting

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You two are staying at home that night. The weather is bad and it's still winter. "Bo~ring." Eren mutters, as he grabs a beer from the fridge and melts on the sofa, opening the tv. "Ads... Come on at least put on a soccer match..." He disappointed opens his beer can and has a sip from it. You get slightly disheartened looking at him like this, and you can't help but shake your head.

You are making some snacks for you and him in the kitchen, just opposite from the living room and the sofa. Your new shirt is couple sizes small for you, and two buttons on your chest get ripped off with some movements you make. You scoff and end up unbuttoning it. At first you don't really think about it, but then, an idea comes to your head. You smirk to it. You always remember how much Eren likes freedom. And this inspires you for something that will add some fun to that plain evening of yours.

You bring the snacks on the coffee table and sit very provocatively next to him, with your arms spread so that your chest threatens to be revealed. You quickly glance at Eren a bit, to see if he notices you. He does and pretends he doesn't. Eren loves your chest. Especially if you flaunt it in such a frisky way. He wraps an arm around you and his index tried to remove the fabric from your breast. You stand up, pretending you have some stuff to do and leave the room. You return with no shirt on, and pretend you're doing chores. Eren stares at your naked torso. The one he likes to hold and control when he's making love to you. He looks at the familiar shapes and starts feeling his groin burn between his legs. It's still just a light tingle, but it gradually grows inside his pants.

That makes you slyly laugh inside in your mind. Of course you'd take it a step further. You intentionally spill some water on your pants, so that you'll also remove them. You remain with only your underwear. Everything else on you is bare. Your chest, your belly, your thighs... Eren's bulge is raging inside his clothes. There is something in watching you doing everyday things naked, wandering around the house, acting like you normally would with clothes. Your body's freedom immediately speaks to him, lighting him on fire for you. He's so on edge he doesn't even realise it, until you point it out on him, the way he is half raised on the sofa with total interest in his eyes that pin you constantly.

That makes him look away annoyed, bothered with his extreme weakness for that. Which has you going a step further and throwing your underwear away, exposing your privates he definitely lusts for every time he goes down on you. That had him on his knees. Your image wandering around like this, like you were one of the first humans to exist drives him insane.

He stands up and gently lays his strong hands on your shoulders, then down your arms and chest, then your waist and hips, and your thighs... But he stops and looks at your eyes, trying to conceal his hunger to touch you. He asks for your permission. He'd always do so. He protects you from everyone, even himself.

You nod and smile, throwing yourself in his arms, letting him sink his fingers in the skin of your back and nuzzling on your neck. He whispers in your ear. You chuckle to his desire.

He sits on the sofa, guiding you on his legs, running his hands on you, kneading and brushing various sensitive spots on you, which make your arousal spread like a fever inside of you. He kisses you. Warmly, passionately. His lips eat yours like they are the most delicious sweet in the world. His hands hold your hips firmly. He takes his cock out of his loose shorts. It's hard like steel and some gleaming strings of pre already drip down his tip. His hands travel on your erect nipples and roll them with his thumbs, to get that euphoric grimace he always loves on your face. His eyes fall on your genitals, smirking at your obvious heat. He extends his hand and gives you a few good strokes there, before whispering in your ear that he is about to enter you, while rubbing his wet tip on your hole. A nod of yours and he immediately thrusts inside, making you shudder and whimper loudly.

He fucks you mercilessly. He bucks his hips fiercely under you, letting you know how much you were torturing him before, letting his eyes savour you but not his body, feeling your everything. His hands touching you, feeling all of your curves and edges in them, his ears listening to your beautiful voice reacting to the sensations he causes to you, extinguishing the pleasant burning sensation of his cock on you, inside of you.

At first he tries to be quiet, but the more he thrusts, the more he feels the ecstasy building up in him, and he can't hold his grunts in his throat anymore. He groans in your ear, with intense passion, as the couch creaks with his thrusts.

In the end, his head falls back, as he comes inside you with a loud sigh. You two stay like that, panting for a while. You lay on Eren's chest, burying your face in it, smelling his calming scent. His palm travels on your hair and ruffles them, as he smiles with much relief.

"Guess we take a shower... Can't stand the sweat..." He says while still petting your hair and back. You agree. After this very pleasing ride you had, you definitely needed some relaxation with your beloved, and maybe a movie after...

~fin~

Mike x reader: Consoling moments

Rating: PG, warnings: mention of mourning

Gn!reader

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Mike comforting you

Whenever he sees you looking quite down, he knows you're not feeling your best, but he still wants to make sure, so he gently hugs you from behind, nuzzling your hair to see any signs of sadness in your scent. So you're sad? He silently peeks to your face, his blue eyes gleam in question. *Why are you sad?* His warm hands rub on your arms and his lips gently brush on your temple, leaving a kiss before he whispers in your ear that it makes his heart sink to see you like this. He asks you if you'd like to hear funny stories about him killing Titans and adventures he has had with his squad mates. He wraps a blanket around you both and holds you securely, cradling you and calmly narrating you his stories. You laugh to his funny shenanigans with Nanaba, Gelgar and even Hange and Levi, and he attacks you with kisses on your cheeks and neck, being happy that you cheered up.

You comforting him

You rarely find him crying, but the times he tears up for his fallen comrades are not that rare. There are days he's even gloomier about it than others. The threat of the Titans scars the Survey Corps every day that passes but he wants to fight and remain strong. And there are moments that he breaks, whenever he's in private. You check in his room through a crevice of the door, and you find his massive height curled up on the bed. He hugs his knees and silently weeps. He turns when he hears the door creaking. You excuse yourself as you enter. He doesn't say a word, he just keeps on looking in the void. You sit at the edge of the bed. If you try to say any words to console him, he won't say a thing, but he will definitely appreciate it. You look in his face, his eyelashes shine with tear droplets. His gaze is raised to you, eyes appearing larger than usually. He's glad you're there with him. Your hand wipes his tears and caresses his cheek. He holds your hand against his face. You feel his head resting on your leg. Your fingers run through his soft, golden locks. This relaxes him and actually puts him to sleep. He needs rest after a tough day, and he also needs you by his side.

Just copied a late-night draft I made over to ao3 and planned to tag it as "short one shot" but then I saw that it's 2.4k words and I don't know if that qualifies as short

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teach me

a/n: *sigh* I love armin, he has a soft spot in my heart

tutor!armin is a sucker for late-night studies, preferring to get his studying and homework done first before helping out fellow peers.

you were recommended by your teacher that tutor!armin was the best of the best, and guaranteed a passing grade.

armin couldn’t focus, eyes drinking in how your tight tank top stretched against your hard nipples.

were you cold? is the room cold? he couldn’t tell, he felt as if the room was melting him.

you tilt your head prettily, asking him to check your work. snapping his gaze off your chest tutor!armin looks over your work, distracting him just enough that his bulge deflates.

without a hitch your tutor session goes amazing, full of excitement by the knowledge you acquired, you wrap your arms around his neck pecking his cheek.

“thank you so much armin! I’ll see you next time.”

feeling overwhelmed tutor!armin mumbles a welcome and scrambles into his car, peeling off into an alleyway.

he feels so dirty when he pulls out his aching cock, pumping slowly. all he could think about was how your mouth would feel around his length instead of his cheek, or how your chest felt so plush against his.

with a gasp he cums all over his shirt, feeling unsatisfied and awkward. only to be startled by a knock on his somewhat fogged windows. his eyes widen when they make contact with yours.

“armin?”

: school daze

mikasa would act so prissy!! with her perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfect looks … all to be a bully…

she’s definitely they type to push you into the locker room and press her breast against yours, gripping your sides to see how much more fat you have your body.

“aw look at all this pudge! you’re such a loser, I bet no one has touch her here,” she chided, slipping her hand under your skirt, only to find how wet you were.

“oh? you like this? you’re so filthy.” she mocked you, running against your clothed clit, soaking your panties more.

“mika- stop! we’re gonna get caught,” you moaned, grinding your hips into her fingers, secretly wishing for more.

& your wish was granted, watching how desperately she rubbed her pussy against yours, the only noises heard where both of your pants and wet gushing coming from where your lips met.

“im gonna cum so hard, then you’ll be mine.” she moans, hips moving faster when your clits touched.

your moans crescendo, as your both squirt against each other, “fuck,” your scream, as your spasm, at every twitch of your cunt.

mika shifts in between your legs, spreading your pussy with her fingers, “let me clean you up.”

their favorite parts of the braiding process

summary: lmfao it’s just the title

genre | includes: headcanons, sfw, black reader, gn reader, established relationship

characters: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, sasha braus, jean kirschtein, connie springer, levi ackerman, hange zoe, erwin smith, historia reiss, ymir (not fritz), reiner braun, annie leonhardt, bertholdt hoover, marco bodt, miche zacharius, nanaba, zeke jaeger, yelena, onyankopon, pieck finger, porco galliard

author’s note: got my hair done a few days ago and i’ve been experiencing insane aot brainrot so here we are. ignore the way these got progressively longer lol. this was fun and i have some other ideas, maybe college won’t kill me before i post them. enjoy and lemme know what you think :)

the take down – you can’t really place them. they never want you to take your old hair out, but are all giggly with the scissors when you assert that it’s time. they can’t help it. even with all the build-up on your scalp, they think the return of your natural hair is something out of a fairy tale. they love the curl pattern left in your hair after weeks of being in braids and they love separating the braiding hair from your own. the scene stays the same: you’re on a pillow on the floor between their knees while a shitty hallmark romcom plays on the tv in front of you. both of you are armed with rattail and wide tooth combs, mentally preparing for all the shedding and breakage you’ll be brushing off the couch for the next few weeks. it’s routine at this point for them to jokingly hover the open scissors over the part of your braid where you know damn well your hair is and ask if they can cut from there. it’s also routine for the scissors to get snatched right out of their hands as you proceed to cut way below where your hair could logically be because “after all the time i spent fighting people in walmart for the mielle oil, i better have a natural 40 inch buss down under all this xpressions”. 

EREN, ymir, PIECK, zeke (cut your hair like an inch from the scalp while removing butterfly locs one time and, to this day, you’ve never seen someone more terrified), nanaba, YELENA, onyankopon

the wash – they’re probably more excited about your hair getting washed than you are. they miss giving you scalp massages without having 6 weeks worth of gel and leave in conditioner left under their nails. what they didn’t get was why it took so long. it probably sparked an argument because they never spend that much time washing their hair, so why do you? it wasn’t until you made them watch as you and your detangling brush fought with your curls under the stream of water and nearly blacked out from the heat that they realized why the water bill was so high. to save your aching arms (and hopefully some extra cash) they offered to wash your hair for you. they nearly waterboarded you the first time, but with practice, they got better.  now, nothing relaxes them more than lathering shampoo through your hair and occasionally spraying water in your face when you look too at peace. they buy you a salon wash basin for christmas so you both can stop crouching over the tub which is great, but where the fuck are you supposed to install it?

MIKASA, erwin, sasha, REINER (has the cutest smile when you sigh in response to him scratching that one spot on your scalp), hange, jean, annie, porco

the blowout – they don’t realize, especially if your hair is type 4, that detangling during the wash is only half the battle. it doesn’t matter how silky smooth it got in the shower, the second the blow dryer is out, it all goes to hell. i hope you’re not tenderheaded because the fight between them and your curls is long and painful. but it's a battle they refuse to let you fight. god forbid you try to blow out your own hair– they get sooo upset. which confuses you because the way they grumble under their breath while passing the comb attachment through your hair has you convinced they’re only doing it to work out some unresolved stress. the truth is, they just know you’ll forget to use heat protectant and wind up frying your hair. and they know how upset you get when you realize some of your roots didn’t get stretched. so they’ll (gently) muscle their way through the most stubborn tangles any day if it means getting to see you smile at how healthy your hair looks and how much it has grown since the last time you saw it like this. they love how your hair now floats around you. they don’t love how sore their arms are. “damn, no wonder you’re so strong.”

connie, PORCO, BERTHOLDT, armin, miche, MARCO (probably cries when the comb extension breaks in your hair)

the beauty supply runs – the simultaneously dull and fluorescent lighting casts an otherworldly glow over the aisles of gel, deep conditioner, kankelon hair, and wig glue. for some reason, there’s always a childlike gleam in their eye as they scan the wigs along the wall. you have to hold their hand every time so they don’t wander off. it’s not like the store is big–you could probably read each other’s lips while standing on opposite sides–but if given the freedom to roam, you’d be leaving $250 poorer than you planned for with bags full of stuff you absolutely don’t need. “babe we have matching bonnets, we don’t need them in zebra stripes too.” if you can convince them to stick with you, they’re snatching every bottle you pick up out of your hand. before you can even begin questioning them, they’ve already started reciting information about the ingredients of the products and why it isn’t good for your hair’s porosity. you can only stare dumbly as they hand you a better option to try because you have no idea when they would have had time to do any of this research. the favorite part of the trip for both of you is picking the color you’re doing next. the average passerby would think you’re trying to decide which wire to cut so you don’t detonate a bomb with how hard you both scrutinize the packs of color 30 and 350 in front of you (ginger is always your color)

HANGE, marco, mikasa, ONYANKOPON (will give you the dirtiest look if you so much as glance at a cantu product), pieck

the parting – this is the first step of the actual installation process that you involve them in. before they used to sit next to you on the couch as you did it all yourself, committing every movement your fingers made to memory and keeping you company. they would frown as you cursed your lack of ability to see perfectly behind your head and parted the same section over and over again. they wanted to offer help, they really did, they just didn’t trust themselves enough. so when you both started working from home and you didn’t care what your parts looked like, you let them try. it wasn’t perfect the first time, or the second. for about a month, you rock faux locs with a scalp that looks like the drawing on your fridge gifted to you by your 5 year old nephew, but that’s what beanies are for. rough start aside, they pick up on it quickly. they figure out how much gel you really need for your braids to look neat and don’t overdo it. wielding the comb with confidence, they cut through your hair like butter. soon they’re parting your hair into boxes, hearts, arches, diamonds, and whatever else you could imagine like moses did the red sea. “babe do you think it would look good if i make one of them look like my initials?”

ARMIN, eren, levi, ERWIN, ZEKE, historia (got really good really fast… hisu who do you fuck in the city when i’m not there?), bertholdt

the braid down – they’re in awe of the dexterity of your stylist's fingers as she adds pieces of braiding hair to your own and hardly looks down while nimbly braiding all the way to the ends. they sit through all your appointments–locs, press and curls, protein treatments, wig installs–but nothing fascinates them as much as the art of a simple braid. they ask all sorts of questions about what your stylist is doing and even start putting hair on the rack to make the process go smoother. they pay even more attention when you do it yourself because they aren’t worried about distracting anyone from doing their job. before long, they know almost everything there is to know about your braids except for how to do them. and they want to know so badly. the opportunity arises when you both relocate to a new city and all the “stylists” are charging $300+ for smedium mid-back knotless braids. you’d do it yourself, but you broke two fingers during the move-in process and aren’t skilled enough to work around it. you think you need to coach them through the process, but are pleasantly surprised when they get the grip right the first time and are halfway down by the time you’ve picked what movie trilogy you want to watch. turns out they’d been watching youtube videos and taking lessons from your old stylist so they could do it for you one day. at least that’s what they tell you, they really just like popping your head with the comb when you move from where they positioned it. “ow! stop pushing my head around” “keep your head still and i’ll think about it”

LEVI, yelena, YMIR (does the thing where she talks on the phone with it tucked in between her shoulder and her ear while braiding at top speed, like just put it on speaker), onyankopon, mikasa, armin, ANNIE

the finished product – they are NOT here for delayed gratification. they want to see your hair done and they want to see it now. they get more restless than you do and they’re not the one getting their thoughts and dreams braided for 5 hours. like why are they more upset about the infamous last braid that gets split into 4 more than you are? “man what the fuck are you so upset about? this is not your scalp??” it’s nice having them around regardless. whether or not they’re helping with the actual braiding, they’re your biggest supporter. they’ll grab you (and the stylist if you aren’t doing it yourself) mcdonalds, boil the water to seal your ends, oil your scalp, mousse your hair, trim the flyaways, sweep up the stray hair, etc. knowing how tired you are, all the time consuming clean up is their self-allotted duty. but once all of that is done, they get to do what they’ve been waiting for: admire you. without fail, the second you stand up they’re taking pictures from every angle, showering you with compliments (ginger really is your color), peppering your head with kisses, but most importantly, just looking at how beautiful you are. you outdo yourself every time and they tell you as much, even if it embarrasses you. 

HISTORIA, connie, pieck, hange, SASHA, reiner, JEAN (the heart eyes this man has for you…and don’t get me started on the sketches he makes of you with every new style you get. he is SO whipped)

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Worth The Wait

LEVIXREADER! Working for the hit T.V show, Attack on Titan has truly given you many memories and opportunities. You knew you got along with your Co-Star, Levi Ackerman, a bit different than everybody else. The question was, did he notice it too? _______ ♫ LOVER - taylor swift ❝ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪʀᴛɪᴇꜱᴛ ᴊᴏᴋᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ, ɪ'ʟʟ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴀᴛ❞

You were four years old when you got your first acting gig. It was a commercial for a clothing brand that you've long forgotten; to say you'll never forget what it soon brought you later on is an understatement.

The grandeur of Oscar night welcomes you the moment you step onto the red carpet, the flashes of cameras and people calling out your name create a symphony of blinding lights, and clicks, with overbearing noise you can't quite make out.

Your assistant guides you and your "plus one" (a teasing nickname that arose when someone recognized you and not Levi when grabbing lunch), who just is your co-star and closest friend; Levi Ackerman, past the shouts of photographers trying to capture a moment of two well-known actors for Attack on Titan's critical acclaim.

To say Attack On Titan wasn't a huge hit was an insulting statement. It's proved itself by its many awards won over the years. It's bringing home one or more Oscars tonight to sit pretty for the rest to celebrate.

But for you, the real turmoil churns inside your stomach and into your already existing nerves as you await the category of Best Supporting Actress—your category. 

Working with the cast who's seen you grow as an actor, most importantly; a person from the start is enough fulfillment for you. To share experiences that are one of a household is short of a blessing.

But when you heard the news you were nominated for an Oscar, nothing could've prepared you for the rush of emotions that was to come. With the satisfaction you already gained with Attack On Titan; being considered to be a real winner was the cherry on top.

The famous show has been your haven for years now. It's where your career took one for the books; where your name became one familiar. You remember your first day on set, the bundle of anxiety that sat in your stomach and never quite left until you got to understand the people you would be calling your family in interviews.

One person clicked differently from the rest. Levi Ackerman is someone you'd consider a best friend or even more. To be real, you couldn't even figure out your feelings for yourself, which led you to swear you'd never admit it due to sheer embarrassment. Plus, it seems quite scandalous to have a "crush" on a co-star you've been so dear with.

It never stopped the fans though.

They have long picked up on the chemistry between you two, both on-screen and off. Your characters, connect in ways of war, along with the unspoken tension that fans adore. You weren't complaining since it brought more media attention, but the cast always had a field day when an interviewer brought it up. 

Long over the years of working together, your bond became inseparable. Close moments in the set transcribed to real life with the both of you.

Meeting him for the first time is always a funny story since both of you seemed to hold distaste for the other. When you sucked up the courage to confront him at his trailer as to why he hated you so much, you received a dumbfounded look. With crossed arms, he claimed, "I thought you hated me, so I just assumed you wanted space."

You two become closer and closer from that day on. Not to boost his ego—but his presence alone is a force in itself. The familiarity of his nearness is a comfort you've latched onto.

And, with the way you're latched onto his arm, grip tightening as the minutes fly by, anyone could pick up a clue.

You've been grasping his arm for who knows how long, but not a word of complaint has come from Levi yet. You feel bad, but your nerves are a title wave compared to the guilt.

Levi, ever the calm, senses how tense you are as he stares. "Just breathe," he whispers, leaning close enough that his words only reach your ear in the chaos.

You feel his breath grazing your neck, before pulling away with a soft nod; making sure his comforting words reach you. With a brief nod, you continue being directed to your seats.

As you and the cast find your seats, located in the middle with fancy chairs and decorum; you thank every high being you can think of when you see your name tag, then Levi's name, sitting right next to you.

"Oh no, look who's sitting next to me," Confused, you look to see Hange pulling in her chair as she sits. Levi, noticing your gaze, nudges your shoulder to redirect your stare. Following it, you find yourself looking back at your name.

"Shut up," You mumble, releasing the hold you have on his arm to smack him slightly, in return he gives you a grin. 

Being sat at one of the tables, in the Dolby Theatre, is as surreal as it might sound. You can't take your eyes off the gravitating stage. You wonder if you'll be standing up there in a bit.

As the night progresses, the time for Best Supporting Actress draws near. You haven't moved from your seat in the dim glow of the theater, too hot and overwhelmed. Levi's hand finds yours again under the table, his grip firm. It feels different this time, probably considering how you're holding his hand rather than grasping onto his forearm.

From the corner of your eye, you can see him watching you, not bothering to watch what's happening on the big stage. "No matter what happens, we celebrate tonight," he assures you, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I think that's just an excuse for drinking." With a suppressed laugh and a smile matching Levi's, he gives you a snarky glare, he responds with a "watch out" kind of look, and a squeeze of his hand.

The lights dim and brighten, continuing the show even though you feel stuck in one. In this grand theatre, spotlighting the famous and the influential, there you are, seated next to Levi, your hand clasped tightly in his.

It's comical to think about.

As the category for Best Supporting Actress shows up in big bold letters, your heart pounds like it's trying to beat right out of your chest. You can practically hear your blood pumping.

You're nominated this is it; is what goes through your mind over and over, and the reality is as daunting as it is thrilling.

Your palm sweats against Levi's, but he gives your hand another reassuring squeeze. When you glance at him, he offers you a small, confident nod, as if he knows a secret you don't.

The presenter takes the stage, envelope in hand, and the murmur of the room hushes. "And now," the presenter begins, her voice echoing throughout the grand auditorium, "the nominees for Best Supporting Actress."

Your heart skips a beat as your face appears on the screen, a well-known clip from Attack on Titan, Season Four. It shows an emotional moment, a scene that took you weeks to prepare for; and fuck did you do it well, the tears pouring down your face add to the dramatics.

You can hear your cast and others cheer and clap, long before it's interrupted by another face, one of your competitors.

In your peripheral vision, you can see a cameraman waltz towards you, ready to get your reaction to who wins the Oscar. Hopefully, the tablecloths are long.

Your heart pounds in your ears, drowning out the next few moments until the sharp sound of your name cuts through, clear and irrevocable. "And the Oscar goes to. . .,"

The presenter takes so long to open the envelope, to the point where you don't care who wins or loses. You want the anticipation to be over with.

With a tiny cough to clear up her voice, the presenter's voice is loud and clear and she presses her lips close to the mic. ". . . with Attack on Titan!"

At first, you don't even hear your name. Not even realizing you won, you open your closed eyes; that you didn't know were shut, to see multiple eyes staring right at you, the camera now shoved into your face.

A surge of disbelief washes over you, followed swiftly by adrenaline that rockets through your veins. As reality sets in, tears well up in your waterline, a few escape, running down to meet makeup that took your stylist a good hour.

You can't care though, it's a testament to the journey and the struggles that brought you here.

You can't even get up from your seat at first, you just sit trying to process this tremendous wave of emotions. You look to the left of you to see that Levi is already feet before you, his applause thunderous, joined by the cheers of your peers.

As you stand, overwhelmed, he reaches out, cupping your checks gently wiping away your tears with a laugh. "Hey, no tears now, get up there," he teases gently, pulling you into a hug, as you choke up a laugh and hold him right, slightly rocking the both of you right to left.

Letting go of the warmth of his embrace, you give him a smile, ear to ear; hoping it can express the amount of gratitude you hold for him in this moment.

Moving from your seat to approach other members of the cast you love, you hug and thank each one of them that's near as they shout congratulations at you. You know your time is limited; you give one final hug to Armin who's in your reach before speed walking towards the stage.

Making your way up where your face is plastered and a few new clips play, your dress falls long behind you as you rush up the steps, making quick work but not enough to trip and fall over your heels. Walking up to the presenter, you first greet her with a hug and kiss on the cheek. With a few words of congrats, she hands you the award.

Its solid weight feels real in your hands, it's something you'd never imagine having the privilege to hold let alone have. It'll forever be a tangible reminder of the years of hard work and passion you've poured into your career.

Approaching the microphone, you look out at the sea of faces—some familiar, some not—all smiling at you. There's so so so many people, is all you can think of as you release a sigh.

"Wow, um," you let out a laugh, wiping down the tears that continue to flow down. You pause, taking in the light that beams down before you start your speech.

"I honestly don't even know where to start. Thank you so much to the Academy for this incredible honor, to our director, and the amazing cast and crew of Attack on Titan. This is a dream I've never dared to dream."

You pause, collecting your thoughts and the courage to articulate the depth of your gratitude. That's when it hits you.

Your eyes scan the crowd until they rest on Levi. "And I need to say a special thank you to my co-star, Levi Ackerman," you continue, your voice already starting to crack. "Levi, you have been my rock through this entire journey. On-screen, you challenge me to push harder, and off-screen, you keep me sane. I can honestly say I wouldn't be standing here without your friendship and support. Thank you for being so, so amazing."

With a side glance, you see the camera cut from you to Levi, capturing his slight blush and proud smile, expressions that send another wave of cheers through the audience.

"Most importantly, my family and friends. I can't make up the words to describe all my love for you. My parents, who supported me always, and my siblings who even though always tense me," you smile at the memories, "were the ones always there. And as always, the fans. I would never be here without all of you, I love each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart!"

As you finish your speech, the crowd erupts into applause. The noise is so loud, and with the few people yelling their hearts out, it's a moment of realization that this is real. You feel a hot blush rising your neck as you take a few bows, before hushing off backstage.

You are greeted with a glass of champagne, as camera crews gather around, calling your name in all different directions to try and snap a photo of you still holding the Oscar before you take off for interviews.

There, it seems like a press conference. More people are there than before, and many of them are out with microphones and notepads already prepared. You hear a few clicks of photos being taken as you answer questions, but you can't help but laugh when they ask about Levi and the special shoutout you gave him. "I had to give what was due," was your answer.

Finally being released, you're escorted backstage to your seat, in doing so, a few give you bright smiles and nods of compliments for your win. You return them all with smiley whites.

As you arrive back at your table, some of the members of your cast excitingly greet you, reaching out their hands with yours to give praise.

When the previous moments seem to have died down, you can focus on Levi. Who's been patiently waiting for his turn. When your eyes fall on him, you know the words before it comes out of his mouth.

"Told you," he murmurs, as he takes your free hand in his, his pride in you shining brightly. "I still can't believe it," as he places both of your hands onto his lap, you take the next step to intertwine them.

You don't know what his reaction was to it, since you looked away as soon as you made the move, embarrassment written across your features. You feel accomplished when he doesn't show any sign of breaking it.

Levi leans over, whispering, "How does it feel, Oscar-winning actress?"

You chuckle, a light, bubbly sound that matches the champagne bubbles you'd enjoyed earlier. "It feels like I'm dreaming. Don't let me wake up, okay?"

Levi's response is a soft, genuine laugh. "I won't. We're just getting started, you know."

- ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱᴋɪᴘ -

The shots you took with Connie, Sasha, and Jean are taking a toll on your body now. You feel tipsy, well that's what you're hoping. It's not that dizzy, but the occasional bumping into people/things and apologizing with slurred words shows you're not sober.

As the glittering after-party unfolds around you, the music thrumming and laughter echoing under the luxurious chandeliers,

You can feel someone's intense gaze fixated on you. When you move your eyes to search for the culprit, you find Levi's eyes rock hard on you.

Realizing you're now straight directly at him, he excuses himself from a group of producers and makes his way to you. Your heart races a bit, a reaction you're still getting used to despite the months of filming together.

"Need some air?" he asks, a knowing smile tugging at his lips as if he can read your mind. Without waiting for your reply, he nods toward a quieter balcony area. You follow, grateful for a break from the overwhelming crowd.

The cool night air is a welcoming relief, the city lights below providing a soft, romantic backdrop that you try not to read too much into.

The cold air feels blissful as it hits your skin, you know you should have something to cover yourself, but the feelings to nice to let go. Plus, the way Levi's aligned shoulder to shoulder with you making his body height seep onto yours, you know you can last a few more moments here.

Yet, there's an undeniable tension at the moment, made clearer when Levi turns to you with a look of admiration. "You did amazing tonight, by the way. That speech was something else."

You smile, touched by his words. Trying to hide the obvious attempt of panic, you knew he was going to bring up the shoutout you gave him. You just didn't know if you were ready to face it. "I was just speaking from the heart. But thank you, Levi. I couldn't have gotten through tonight without you."

He nods, his gaze lingering on yours. "It's not just tonight. You know that, right? You've got this energy about you. It's like—infectious, and makes everyone around better. Made me better."

His words seem to send a shock through your body as you slowly digest his words. As silence warps around the two of you, you quickly change the subject in hopes he won't can't a glimpse of your body becoming suspiciously flush.

"Remember that time during filming when Sasha accidentally set fire to the catering tent?" you ask, a fond smile playing on your lips.

You turn your head from the view to look at Levi. Who has yet to say a word in the comfortable silence, keeping his eyes fixed on you? He snaps out of it quickly, seeming startled by your words before making his face fall back into one normal.

His lips quirk into a grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "How could I forget?" he replies, a hint of laughter in his voice. "It took hours to put out the flames, and poor Hange nearly lost their eyebrows in the process."

As your laughter begins to subside, Levi's expression turns thoughtful, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Remember that time during the blooper reel when Marco accidentally tripped over his own feet and knocked over the entire set?"

The memory hits you like a wave, and you can't help but burst into laughter, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Oh my gosh, yes!" you gasp between fits of laughter. "And then Petra tried to save him, but ended up falling on top of him instead!"

Levi joins in your laughter, the sound filling the air with a warmth that seems to wrap around you like a comforting embrace. And as you both stare at each other, a few tears of laughter streaming down your faces, you realize just how lucky you are to have someone like Levi by your side—someone who knows you inside and out, who can make you laugh even in the darkest of times, and who is always there to wipe away your tears, whether they're from laughter or something else entirely.

The moment stretches between you, filled with unspoken words and hints of tension that seem to hang in the air like a delicate tapestry, woven from the threads of friendship and maybe something underlying more. As Levi's hand brushes away the tear from your cheek, you reminisce from when he cupped your cheek when facing the shock of winning.

You feel a fluttering in your chest, a warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the cool night air as you feel your eyelids become jaded.

His touch lingers, the pad of his thumb tracing a gentle path along your cheekbone, and you find yourself leaning into his touch, your eyes now fluttering closed at the sensation.

His other hand finds its way sneaking to your waist, pulling you softly a fraction closer, and you feel the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of your dress.

With a shy, tentative smile, you reach up as your hazy eyes open to meet his. Your fingers tangling in the soft strands of his jet-black hair. The gesture is instinctual, a silent invitation that speaks volumes more than words ever could.

Yeah, you'd had your hands in his hair for multiple shots in Attack on Titan, and as much as it was a familiar feeling, it was one way more intimate.

Levi's eyes darken slightly at the touch, his gaze dropping to your lips before flickering back up to meet yours, seeking permission with his eyes.

You can feel your heart pound in your chest as you nod, the movement barely exaggerated but enough to convey your consent. And then, finally, he closes the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that feels warm; it was worth the wait.

It starts slow, a gentle exploration of lips and breath, each touch sending sparks flying through you like fireworks. You can't think of anything but him, Levi, and how his lips touch yours.

His hand cups your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring, while the other settles at the small of your back, drawing you closer until there's barely an inch of space between you.

The kiss deepens, fueled by a growing hunger that seems to consume you both, a fire that burns brighter with each passing moment. Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer, while his grip on your waist tightens, anchoring you to him as if afraid to let go.

The both of you pause for a moment, catching your breath but not making any move to interrupt the position you're in. As Levi grips your waist tightly, he pulls you in for a kiss.

For a moment, the world falls away, leaving just the two of you suspended in a bubble of time and space, a universe unto yourselves where nothing else matters except the warmth of each other's touch and the softness of each other's lips.

You slightly move your head to the right, permitting him to go deeper than it already is. He gets the message, lips moving together, faster, as if they were made to be locked on one another.

And oh, do you wish you could last here in this moment forever.

Just as suddenly as it began, the "spell" is broken by the discreet click of a camera shutter from somewhere inside. You pull away, breathless and flushed, your eyes meeting Levi's in a silent exchange that speaks volumes more than words ever could.

Silence greets you both, as you both catch your breath for the second time. You ignore the camera, only focusing on what's more important. Levi breaks first, grinning as he stares at you up and down, then moves his eyes to peer up.

"Guess we should have checked for paparazzi," Levi murmurs, a playful glint in his eyes as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face that fell.

You laugh softly, the sound a mix of nerves and excitement as you lean against him, arms wrapping around his neck. Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around your waist tightly. In the stillness of it all, you can feel the steady beat of his heart. "Yeah," you agree, your voice barely above a whisper. "But no regrets."

"None at all," he confirms, his arms giving you one more reassuring squeeze.

- ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱᴋɪᴘ -

The next morning when you wake up, you feel as if your head is about to pound out of your head. It's like you can still hear the remnants of champagne and laughter (and multiple shots sitting in the back of your throat that you drank down) You turn annoyed to find your phone buzzing relentlessly on the nightstand.

Squinting, you pick it up to find a barrage of messages and missed calls. The top one from Hange captures your attention with its flurry of emojis and exclamation points.

[glasses]: "YOU TWO ARE TRENDING!!! BTW, when TFFF did this happen OMG!!!!

Attached is a link to a gossip site, the headline screaming about the 'intimate moment caught between AOT stars at the Oscars after-party.' The photo shows you and Levi on the balcony, mid-kiss, a moment that felt intensely private now splashed across the internet.

Your heart sinks a bit at the intrusion but warms at the memory. You knew this was bound to happen, but couldn't it have waited a day or two? You're about to type a response when another message from Hange pops up.

[glasses]: "Prepare for paparazzi madness today! 😂 And call me! Need ALLLL the deets!!!!!!!"

You toss the phone aside, landing on your bed as you groan into your pillow. The weight of the newfound public scrutiny settling in. But then you remember Levi's lips on yours, the genuine connection in his eyes, and you can't help but slightly smile.

No matter what the public says or thinks, last night you found a new depth to your relationship with Levi, one that went beyond cameras and scripts. And for now, that was enough to face whatever the day would bring.

@siythn all rights reserved!

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⥅ eren jaeger / 1.8k words

warnings. manga spoilers, fluff and angst, gender neutral reader

a/n. my entry for anilysium’s collab, don’t forget to check the masterlist !! thank u sm temi for the beta ♡ @thefairywalker

hope is what makes someone hold onto a promise. and that hope it’s worse than the broken promise itself.

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845.

an autumn-like breeze cooled down the summer afternoon, and with the sky barren of any clouds, it was easier for the sun rays to land on those familiar blond strands.

“over there!”

eren’s small hand—even though it was big enough to cover yours—wrapped around your wrist before it tugged you through the crowd. your rapid breaths were all you could hear while you mentally prayed to make it on time, just a couple more steps and you would be within reach, already staring at armin’s frightened face which caused your heart to jump. but what finally managed to send you in a state of despair was the sight of eren shoving the bigger kid away.

“what do you think you’re doing, yeager?!”

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