Jean Kirschtein X Reader - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

my poor sweet boy didn’t even get his second bowl of stew ;-(

Yelena

If only (angst)

Yelena headcannons (fluffl

Too late (angst)

Jean Kirsten/ kirschten

minahal kita higit pa sa sarili ko...Diyos ko (angst)

Incorrect quotes

Parts 1 | part 2

minahal kita higit pa sa sarili ko, Diyos ko

Jean x reader

Warnings: angst

A/N: the title was from a Filipino song i heard and aaaaaa i dont understand the words much but its making me sad:')

🍓as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me 🍓

"I understand.." the only thing you spilled in your mouth

Jean just stand there looking down at you, guilty

How dare he, you love him more than anything but he ended up caughting someone's eye's

You've been together for 20 years and this is how he pay you

"I'm sorry"..." I know"

"(name) i-" he stopped and close his mouth when your about to speak he talks again

"(name) i know what you're thinking, that i didn't loved you, (name) your the one and only-"

" until i wasn't?"

"please let me finish.." you stayed silent there

"your the one and only in my life but...i-i just don't know ok when you've been busy in your work i feel like you aren't there anymore"

Now full of anger how the hell did he that to you before he even speak again you slam your palm on the table between him and you

"because i WAS working hard jean while you..you. You were just there i tried everything jean I've been trying. Remember that anniversary night when i was late i had to beg my manager to let me off early so i can go out with you and that's why the other day i was there all night because i have to cut my schedule that day, see while you're there whoring with some woman who will fuck other guy!"

"enough!" Now his the one who slam the table

"just stop.."

"stop what? Telling the truth? Jean i gave you my whole life... Minahal kita higit pa sa sarili ko...Diyos ko ( I loved you more than myself...dear lord) "

He opened his mouth but no words escape

"you can fucking leave now jean, i dont care where you go, or you i don't care about you jean so leave now, you are not staying here after getting the dick with somebody else than your wife"

He watches as you let the ring fall off your finger and threw it on his face

"i dont care if you sell the shit, and I don't care how expensive that is.. tomorrow were getting a divorced paper"

He took the bags and his hat and nodded at you

" goodbye ( name)"

he gave you a sad smile. But you gave him a bitter frown

"goodbye jean"

Masterlist | about me | rules

I'm learning Tagalog and I really wanna listen to Ben&Ben songs!

BTW thank you for reading hope you have a good day/night

hey, what's your major again?

summary: my credible expert opinion on what the aot characters would study in university. what are my qualifications? the dozens of hours i’ve spent staring at my school’s program bulletin trying to figure out what i’m majoring in

genre | includes: headcanons, sfw, minor language, uninformed percy jackson reference (pls don't hate me if im wrong)

characters: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, sasha braus, jean kirschtein, connie springer, historia reiss, ymir, reiner braun, annie leonhardt

author’s note: had this in my drafts for months now. i just need to post it so it stops haunting me. might do the rest of the marleyans and vets in the future! lmk your thoughts, my only tumblr notifications are from p*rn bots, so i'd love to hear from real people lol. enjoy <3

eren: sociology and public policy, 4+1 program for a social work masters

there’s only so many times you can hear “you’re gonna be a doctor just like your dad” before you start to believe it. that’s why eren started out with biology on the premed track. the thing is, he really didn’t care for it. eren is really passionate about lessening equity gaps and is a firm believer in “if you want something done right, do it yourself”. this is why i see him making the switch to a double major in public policy and sociology. he wants to know about how society got to the point of perpetuating disparities so that he can fix them. but he also knows that the government fucking sucks and thinks its naive to expect policy change to be the only method of change. and like the maniac he is, eren is enrolled in a 4+1 program so he can get his master’s in social work when he’s done with his undergrad. he’s determined to graduate with both degrees in just 4 years though. rip his summers.

armin: international relations and military ethics, minor in communications or smth

everyone always says armin would study marine biology or oceanographic studies, but i honestly think that it’s a passion that he pursues on the side. he takes marine bio courses for his breadth requirements, but knows he’d end up hating the ocean if he spent the rest of his life studying it. he also strikes me as someone who would rather run buck naked into traffic than sit through multiple semesters of organic chemistry. armin was always a good public speaker, though, despite being a bit insecure. that’s why his speech and debate teacher during sophomore year of high school recommended model united nations to him. he was hooked after his first conference and now genuinely sees the path of international diplomacy as his calling. that’s why he’s majoring in international relations. his concentration in military ethics is something he tacks on in his junior year after taking some courses and publishing research with dr. erwin smith. he probably minors in communications because he can.

mikasa: forensic science

mikasa had no idea what she wanted to do when she started uni. she’s good at nearly everything. like never gotten a B in her life and is the student who the curve is based off of. but excelling in every environment you’re put in often means you don’t know what you’re best at. she knew deep down that she wanted to do something justice related like her childhood best friends did, but she’s no public speaker and has no interest in political reform. she was, however, emo in high school and heard a fair share of undertaker jokes at her expense. it wouldn’t hurt to look into right? as cool as the title sounds, morticians don’t make enough money for the job they have. fortunately enough, forensic pathologists do and mikasa looks good in a lab coat. she would never admit it to spare armin and eren’s feelings, but when they, as children, recreated the crime-solving shows mrs. jaeger always had on, mikasa always wanted to be the brains. so criminology and forensic science it is. (side note: she definitely joins the military and they pay for her education)

jean: structural engineering and industrial design with a minor in studio art

more than anything, jean wants to provide for his mom and knows he can’t guarantee a retirement of luxury for her as the freelance artist he wishes he could be. he’s decent at math when he tries and doesn’t hate physics, so he decided he’d give structural engineering a try for at least a semester or two. he wasn’t expecting to get much from it, to be honest. he had a plethora of backup plans waiting for his supposedly inevitable distaste for engineering, but he found that he didn’t hate it at all. someone once told jean that he had the makings of a great leader and he didn’t believe them until he started taking the lead on design projects and producing incredible results. his only qualm is that he just doesn’t get to be as creative as he wanted to be. that was easily rectified by an additional major in industrial design and a minor in studio art. he’s unbelievably busy, busier than he anticipated when he started his post-secondary journey, but he’s content and there’s nothing some extra coffee can’t solve. 

sasha: environmental science and sustainability

sasha spent her childhood ankle-deep in mud and fighting her way through forest thickets without a compass. an upbringing like that doesn’t leave your spirit, no matter how far into the city you go for school. so sasha’s always been passively passionate about the environment. that passiveness became significantly more prominent when part of the woods she grew up in was cleared out to build an industrial complex. it was then that she started researching and writing petitions about preserving wildlife and making environmentally conscious decisions. her work actually got her the scholarship she’s on (because god knows it wasn’t her grades). and she genuinely loves what she does, so why wouldn’t she keep learning about it? the environmental science and sustainability program at the school is small, but tight-knit and known for churning out changemakers. sasha knows she’ll be one of them one day. just hide your plastic straws from her, okay?

connie: computer science and chinese

stick with me here okay? everyone expects connie to be a douchebag marketing major whose hardest assignments are graphing functions and making posters on photoshop, but he’s a lot more invested in his education than he looks. don’t get me wrong, connie has always struggled academically, but that’s because so much of early education is pre-determined. he performed way better when he could choose what courses he took. it’s kind of like percy jackson being dyslexic in english because he was wired to read in greek. connie can’t keep his eyes on a history textbook for shit, but will gladly sit in front of the c++ code on his pc for hours. he doesn’t even get mad when he realizes that he was missing a semicolon. connie loves how versatile of a future he could have with a compsci degree, because, let’s be real, he could never survive in a typical office environment. definitely takes a bunch of chinese classes and doesn’t realize that he has enough credits for it to be a minor until his second to last semester.

historia: political science with a minor in international relations and child development

historia is a lot like eren in the sense that she knows her time is best spent doing hands-on work in the fields she cares about. she realizes this sometime after reconnecting with her estranged father and volunteering at the orphanage she grew up in. but now that she’s publicly associated with a powerful political figure, historia doesn’t get to do what she wants, only what is expected of her. that’s how she ends up on the pre-law political science and public policy route. the nickname “ms. president” that connie and sasha give her only further reminds her that she’s heading down a path she never wanted for herself. after lots of encouragement from ymir, historia decided to take child development courses on the side. even if she doesn’t take on the full minor, she’s taking some classes she cares about. maybe she’ll find use for it someday. at the very least, it’s her first step in becoming the most selfish girl in the world.

ymir: data science and business management

ymir is smart. much smarter than she presents herself to be, almost as a form of protection. nobody expects much of someone who is aloof, so it makes it easy to slip through the cracks to remain safe and comfortable in the shadows. business management is notoriously low commitment and easy to skate by with. guaranteed internships, post-graduate employment, and so on. To anyone who doesn’t know ymir well, it’s perfect. but they have her mistaken, ymir will do as little as possible to go as far as possible. sure, she can live comfortably with a business degree, but it could be better with a little bit of data science in her arsenal. she’s intelligent enough to pick up on it, and determined enough to make it her bitch. yeah, academia is a money-sucking pipeline into the capitalist hellscape, she doesn’t believe in it yada yada, but at the end of the day, ymir’s gonna get the bag. so what if she’s gotta sleep through some stats classes to get it?

reiner: behavioral economics

reiner’s mother had convinced him his whole life that getting a high paying job would fix their lives and bring his father back. believing “perfect grades lead to a perfect life” made high school tough for reiner; gifted kid burnout is no joke. it really messed him up. he wasn’t sure if he could withstand the pressures of university, but here he is. reiner was never allowed a therapist, so he figured pursuing psychology would, at the very least, give him some answers and be a good pathway to a medical degree. he loved getting to understand how people work and why they act the way they do, but something was missing. he found out what it was when a guest lecturer spoke in his economics class. he knew making the switch would be risky, it’s a new field and his current career options are really only research, academia, or government, but the interdisciplinary study of behavioral economics is calling reiner’s name. 

annie: biomedical engineering and kinesiology

annie’s entire life revolved around her father, including the injury he was never able to heal from. the one she gave him. he’s claimed to be over it, she’s forgiven, but annie will never feel like she’s earned that forgiveness until she gets rid of the problem entirely. how is she going to do that exactly? with biomedical engineering. she has years of hell in front of her, especially with her concentration on biomechanics, but she doesn’t care. annie will throw herself into her work to get the results she wants. she takes the highest amount of credits possible every semester so she can graduate early. you’ll most likely find her chained to a study cubicle at the library at all hours of the day and running on 2 hours of sleep, but it doesn’t faze her. she tacks on a minor in kinesiology because it makes sense and she had most of the credits for it anyway. and as if it couldn’t get worse, she probably TAs for a thermodynamics course or something crazy like that.

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AOT Characters x Reader:

They get sent the text, "Lemme Hit "

Featuring: Connie, Jean, Sasha, Levi, Armin, Eren, Reiner, Hange, and Mikasa

✨ What the AOT Characters like from Starbucks ✨

Attack on Titan x reader...kind of?

Featuring: Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Sasha, Connie, Hange, Levi, Reiner, Historia and (kind of) Ymir

since my mental health has been literal crap lately, this hit DIFFERENT DIFFERENT i love it

jean, who comes home to you curled up on the couch and already knows you’re in need of some love.

jean, who wastes no time in making sure he can give you anything and everything you need. some hot chocolate, your favorite food/snacks/movie, fluffy blankets, candles, etc. he’ll even order out from your favorite carry out place or rub your shoulders and back… he’s basically at your beck and call.

jean, who pulls you into his chest with a sweet kiss to the top of your head. a gentle murmur of, “what’s wrong, angel?” has you spilling your guts, telling him everything that’s been troubling you.

jean, who, after hearing you out, just holds you tighter, strong arms caging you into the warmth of his body and making you feel so safe and protected. a thousand little sweet nothings and encouraging words are whispered into your ear, conveying just how proud jean is; how much he truly loves you.

jean, who just wants to cuddle you ‘till the world ends, ‘till your tears dry and ‘till your frown is turned upside down. luckily you don’t object.

jean, who admires how brave and strong you are. you handle everything with ease and a smile on your face, so these bad days absolutely kill him inside. all he wants is for you to feel better, going to any length necessary to help you along the way. you’re his other half, the most important person in the whole wide world. tonight alone is proof of that.

jean, who’s still holding you long after the lull of the tv has lured you to sleep. and it’s in that moment, with a lingering kiss to your temple as his eyes drift shut, that he mutters those three little words you so long to hear; i love you.

- for the sweetest girl @jeanscowboyhat-levisteacup . i hope you’re doing better now. <3

masterlist.

just a short imagine/headcannon(?) about jean kirschtein/kirstein

whenever you fall asleep on jeans lap or just near him he picks you up to hug you and sings anything that comes to mind, the most common one is I Hear a Symphony by Code Fry.

𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

𝐚/𝐧: let's be honest this was inevitable the moment i decided to rewatch snk -leo

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of death

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: how jean shows affection

♡ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 knows that the world you live in is a dangerous one. He's learned the hard way that when you love someone, and when the world is cruel, that every moment is precious. He gave up caring a long time ago whether your comrades noticed his affection towards you; life was too fleeting to get hung up on embarrassment, and why would he be ashamed of it?

"Here, let me help," he'll murmur to you just before missions, gentle hands moving to help fasten the clasps and belts of your gear. He knows you could probably do it perfectly with your eyes closed, but he wants to see for himself. He wants to feel with his own hands that every last pin is in place, that nothing can go wrong, at least on this front. He can tell by the sadness creeping into your smile that you can see through him, but he appreciates you putting up with it nonetheless.

He'll hold your hand in his whenever possible, even if you're only walking ten steps from the doorway to your table in the mess hall. He'll lace his fingers all the way through yours and give your hand two soft squeezes, so habitually that he doesn't even think about it anymore. When he's walking on his own, his palm seems to twitch with a phantom ache—his hand missing yours.

Jean can't sleep without you anymore. At night he holds you close, keeping you cradled gently to his chest, his lips pressed against the crown of your forehead. He can't remember how he was ever able to sleep alone. He wakes first, and he's careful not to wake you each morning as he slips out of bed, having to pry himself away from you. You look so at peace sleeping; he wants you to know peace, to be able to dream safely for as long as he can let you. Some mornings he can't pry himself away, and he'll lay there with you until it's dangerously far past when you both should be up.

When things go wrong, and they often do, his first and most natural instinct is to place himself in front of you. Often, when faced with danger, he extends a hand outward and back, gently pulling you by the arm so that you're slightly behind him.

He loves to make you laugh. Seeing your face lit up with joy fills him with hope for the future, hope that the good in the world was worth fighting for. And he can't help the fact that he happens to be naturally hilarious, no matter what Connie or anyone else has to say about it.

He has all sorts of nicknames for you, ranging in variety from slightly insulting to disgustingly romantic. He'll call you a princess and a peanut-brain in the same breath, and he means both with extreme fondness.

He tells you that he loves you, constantly. Sometimes it's those three words—a murmured 'I love you,' breaking a comfortable silence as you walk together at dusk, or half-slurred into his pillow as he falls asleep with you held close—but sometimes he says 'I love you' when he reminds you to eat, when he tugs you gently to bed and begs that you let yourself rest. He says that he loves you when he reminds you to 'Take your cloak, stupid—' or else you'll be cold when night falls.

He says that he loves you when he finally breaks down, tears welling in those honey-washed eyes as he tells you about Marco. About how when his nightmares aren't of his fallen friend, they're of you in Marco's place. He says that he loves you when he trusts you with those painful recollections, with the full significance of what it means for Jean Kirschtein to love you, to be in love with you.

CONNIE’S “man fuck that kid” IM ROLLING BYE LMAOOOO THATS HILARIOUS

first date + kiss w/ the aot boys

modern! headcanons my brain requested while trying to fall asleep w/ little college major details i wanted to include hehe, also all these boys are extreme simps so, lol 

includes: armin, connie, eren, jean, levi, and reiner

(a/n): pls don’t clown me on connie’s manga panel, could not find a good one for the life of me (◡﹏◡✿)

Armin would definitely be a man of culture, he’d most likely be an anthropology major with some kind of STEM minor! I can totally see him just loving the idea of language development and social issues like gentrification. He just loves educate and involve himself with anything surrounding human behavior and culture.

After some weeks in the same sociology lecture you two share, he would ask you out on a date and for sure be super nervous. 

“Hey (Y/N)! Wait up!” he’d say while trying to collect his items, and himself to be honest. “I was thinking, maybe, we could go on a coffee date? Maybe enjoy some evening music this weekend? Only if you want to, obviously!”

“Now why wouldn’t I want to go on a date with you Armin?” 

After his shocked expression he invites you to meet up with him at a local coffee shop near the university you two attend. The small shop would be super cozy, fairy lights dangling from one side to the other with dim lighting. There’s plenty of filled bookshelves along with loud sounds of expresso machines but it just has good vibes.

“I usually come here to read and people-watch, I’ve never brought anyone here before,” he’d confess while sitting you down near a window to look at the city street. 

“How come?”

“Like to keep this place a secret,” and you can’t help but swoon that he lets you in his little secret. 

After the coffee is done with and the macaroons on the table are non-existent, he takes you to a jazz lounge nearby. You two sit near the bar at a small table that was far enough for you two to chatter but close enough to watch the band play. He recounts the time he stumbled in one day because he thought he was at the bar his friends were at but to his surprise, he was greeted with a sly saxophone. He tells you how ever since that day, he has been in love with jazz music. 

When the bread pudding is gone along with some white wine, you two decide it’s late. He’s gathering his things and slings his jacket over his shoulder as you two are heading out but the band starts playing their own rendition of ‘These Foolish Things (Remind Me of You)’ and he just has to stop and watch the woman on stage sing. 

You can feel yourself have a butterfly brawl in your stomach at just watching how beautiful he looked in the red mood lighting as he sways slowly. He would turn to you and wrap his arm around you. 

“This was the song that made me come back the next weekend,” he confesses. 

And the mood just feels right! So he leans down to give you a nice kiss, and you two just walk out as soon as the singer finishes her song, hand-in-hand. 

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UNDERRATED THIS WAS SO GOOD OMFG lowkey made me mad tho bc i want what they have LMAOOO /lh

Kissed by Moonlight: Jean Kirschtein x Reader

My first AoT fic for the love of my life <3 Will there be more? Likely--but almost exclusively of him!

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Jean Kirschtein x female Reader

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Modern AU, Jean and Reader live in a cliff beachside town, childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, pining, confession, first kiss

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Reader and Jean are early college, aged roughly 18-20

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It’s 3 a.m. and you’re nowhere close to sleeping when your best friend texts you.

Are you awake?

Your eyes focus on his name headlining the top of your screen. You supposed you should have his contact saved under a nickname, or with emojis, or something indicative of your friendship. But not even his last name appears; it’s just Jean, in standard silver letters, but some part of that makes it more romantic, you think, a wonderful familiarity lost in the simplicity. No need to put on airs with him, no need to pretend your relationship is supposed to be quirky or perfect. Pretentious never suited him.

Of course I am, you type back. Your fingers felt like they might bleed with the weight. I always am when I think of you.

But you back off; you delete the words before your foolish, lovesick heart can get too carried away. If he saw your typing bubble, he doesn’t indicate; his own bubble pops up, sending a caring message within a few seconds.

Because if you’re not, don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep.

A string tugs around your heart and pulls it into your stomach.

I’m awake.

As soon as you hit send he calls you, his handsome face lighting up the pitch black of your phone screen. He wasn’t even aware of this picture of him, you’re pretty sure. His eyes are closed and his head is thrown back, smiling, laughing at a joke Connie made; his face is colored by the orange and pink and yellow of a dying sun, too lost in his own world to realize the beauty that he brought to yours.

While others had embarrassing pictures of their friends sleeping or in ridiculous filters as their contact photos, you weren’t ashamed of this one. He was a serious boy, always under so much stress; he second-guessed himself when he didn’t need to, brilliant brain trapped under so many questions and doubts. It was nice to have a reminder of him smiling, his heart unbound and carefree, if only for you to enjoy.

You admired it a moment more before swiping to accept the call, nestling the phone against your ear. “Hey, J.”

Despite your insomnia, your voice was still rusty. He noticed instantly, clucking his tongue to take on that mother hen tone he so often directed at Connie and Sasha whenever they were doing something dumb. “You said you were awake.”

“I am!”

“Don’t sound like it.”

You sighed, rolling onto your side to nuzzle deeper into your pillow. Sometimes, if you strained really hard, you could make it smell like him. “Well, then I don’t know how else to convince you I am.”

He hummed, dropping the tone. “Sorry. I just worry about you.” The string tightened. “Bad night?”

Not now. Not since I’m talking to you. “No, just...there’s a lot on my mind.” It wasn’t a lie. There always was when it came to him.

“I’m with you on that.” He yawned, and even through the speaker you heard the adorable miniscule moans playing from his throat. “I think I can help.”

“Why are you lecturing me when you’re also awake?” you teased, cut off by his curt laugh.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there in 5.” Just as you nearly hung up, he hastily tagged on, “And give me back my Scouts sweatshirt. You’ve had it for long enough.”

“No promises.”

“Do--”

An elephant never forgets, you thought as you hung up, slamming the phone back down onto your blankets. Running your hands down your face, through your hair, trying to make it look presentable, only to be left needy and frustrated instead. It wasn’t the first time you had stayed up late together, messy with wet hair and soft skin. The friend group had a habit of staying up late with sleepovers and videochatting--and even you and Jean, alone, when Connie and Sasha had passed out after their soda hauls. Like the total Dad friend he was, he made sure everyone else was out before he fell asleep--even lulling your insomniac self into the great beyond with a hand in your hair and gentle words. Sometimes you wondered if even that were a dream, cruel memories implanted by your brain due to intricate fantasies you wove for comfort, but even if they were, they helped calm your heart and rest your mind.

Pulling the covers back was a cruel awakening; the night air was chilling against your skin, goosebumps rising over the ridges of your legs. With a sigh you pulled on some leggings and your shoes, rifling through your closet for his coveted lacrosse sweatshirt. There was good reason as to why it was his favorite, and why you stole it so often. It was thick and cushiony, nearly waterproof, with the wings emblem printed on the front and his last name stitched across the back of the shoulders, warm and cuddly.

For some reason, having Kirschtein embroidered across your back filled you with a sense of security and warmed you to the furthest corners of your heart.

Lights flashed outside your window, and careful to keep your housemates sleeping you opened the screen and snuck out, shimmying down the pipe drain and landing on your feet outside the house. You dashed over to his car and he’s there to greet you, throwing open your door from the inside.

“Hey,” you whispered as soon as you got in, brushing back your hair flyaways from the wind.

Jean leaned over to hug you, keeping his right hand on the wheel while his left arm crossed his body, tucking you close against his neck. His stubbled chin brushed against your forehead. “You came,” he said, releasing you, as if nestled right in the crook of his shoulder wasn’t the most peaceful place on earth.

“We were on the phone less than five minutes ago,” you said, crossing your arms indignantly. “You think I’d ditch you like that?”

“Mmm, maybe, princess.” He flicked your nose before shifting the car back into drive. “You do have a history of flaking on me.”

“That was once, and I had just come back from surgery,” you sputtered, clicking your seatbelt. “I’m sorry I was knocked out and couldn’t answer your text.”

“Yeah, you should be.”

Impossible boy, but damn if you didn’t love him.

Jean cleared his throat as he pulled out of the driveway. You tried to ignore the way his arm rested behind your seat as he looked behind him, ever so cautious, calculating, and caring.

“Where are we going?” you asked, trying to focus on the lights spearing the darkness of night.

“The beach,” he replied, switching on his high-beams. “It’s somewhere I go for peace and quiet. Figured it might work for you, too.”

When he rested his hand on the gearshift, large and tantalizingly warm, it took everything in you not to grab it. He might not even notice, and if he did, would he think much of it? Physical affection was rife in your friend group, from Connie swinging his arms around to Sasha giving headpats for even the tiniest achievements. More than once since childhood you’ve fallen asleep in someone’s arms or had someone’s head in your lap while watching a movie. But in the last year there was an electric charge between you and him, a tension not unwelcome between every glance, as if every almost-touch was worth more than gold; his skin would feel wonderful, but oh, it was that almost-touch, fingertips ghosting over knuckles and lips skimming cheeks, that intoxicated you, made you so desperate for him.

“That sounds nice,” you choked out, giving way to the temptation of his hand so close to your leg. You rest yours on top of his, feather-light dragging against the skin. “Thank you.”

Jean swallowed, but gave you a smile, flipping his hand to cage yours underneath his, molding it against the knob of his gearshift. After that he kept his eyes on the road, but it gave you a pass to stare at him, how the moonlight illuminated his features.

The sweet smell of a barbershop filled the air, mingling with the salty spray from the cliffside ocean just to your left. It led you to examine his hair--swept back underneath his backwards baseball cap, his undercut fresh and fuzzy beneath. Where could he have gotten his hair cut at 3 a.m.? He’d likely never tell you, and you’d likely never know, but that was his little mystery to contain, just as you had your own.

Light glinted off the black studs in his ears and the silver chain hooked around his neck. A devil in the details but an angel in this car. Why was he so dressed up so late at night, when you were still in your pajamas? Had he even gone to bed?

Like a good boy he kept his eyes on the road, the only communication when he squeezed your hand when he used it to change gears. He swore he’d teach you how to drive his car one day, but you sensed he liked the control it gave him. He was competitive, if those detention slips and fistfights with Eren taught you anything. He liked being in the know.

Plus, not just anyone drove his car.

Tension mounted until you thought it would break, snapping like steel, but before it could he was smoothing the car to a stop and shifting your hand into park. Ever the gentleman, he got out first and hopped over the hood to your side, opening it with ease. The absence of his hand on yours was sobering, but then he extended it again to help you out of the car, reviving the butterflies, and held it as he led you to the front.

“This ground’s uneven,” he muttered, like it could excuse his actions. “Don’t trip.”

A fall off this cliff would mean certain death, so it was nice he cared. “So considerate,” you whispered, only met with his scoff.

“Yeah, well, if I didn’t have you, then I would be stuck with Connie and Sasha alone,” he moaned. “And don’t get me wrong, I love them to death, but sometimes I need peace and quiet, and you provide that for me. So no, I don’t want you tripping over your own ass and falling off a cliff.”

He flexed his hand so you could feel his strength. A rush washed over you. He trusted himself to keep you safe, and you trusted him, so much that if you had to choose him or the sun, you’d bask in his warmth every single day.

“Thanks. That means a lot.” It was the quietest mumble, but he heard it, deftly running his thumb over your knuckles before pulling away.

By now you were both comfortably settled against the hood of his car, facing the horizon over the edge of the cliff. A familiar spot, though tucked away and hidden from sight of most roads, but stunning, worth the seclusion for the moonrise it allowed you to see. Darkness faded in the light of the moon, bright though crescented, stitched among a canvas of stars above an azure blue sea, stretching out to the end of the world. Almost its own proper working galaxy, a private show from the cosmos that Jean wanted to share with you. At this elevation, you felt like you could reach out and wrap a star in your palm.

If he came here often to think...did this somehow remind him of you?

“This is…perfect,” you said, all air stolen from your lungs at the sight before you. He had somehow both caused and cured your insomnia.

Unbeknownst to you, his gaze lingered on your face, memorizing how wide your smile was, how your features were awash in moonlight, glazed in silver and dripping with saline. And to think he had caused it, he had done something as simple as driving you to a new spot had caused you so much happiness, tugged his stomach in a funny type of way.

“I wanted to share this with you,” he admitted. “I thought it might help.”

“Oh, Jean.” You turned to him, eyes aglow with candelight. “Thank you.”

Just the way you said his name sent a sharp feeling digging into his sides, satisfying, like reaching an itch he couldn’t quite scratch. A million thoughts leapt from his brain onto his tongue--You’re beautiful, I want you, I love you--but he swallowed them down like medicine, letting them burn like lead. If you didn’t feel the same, it would ruin a beautiful moment. He couldn’t do that to you. Not on this night. Not in this special place.

“You’re shivering,” he whispered, and he took off his outer shirt, a button-down one size too big that acted like a jacket over his henley tee, to drape loosely around your shoulders. He liked to layer his outfits; they were like barriers to his heart, yet he shed these layers to keep you warm, to keep you close to him.

“We can share the warmth,” you offered, tilting closer until your head rested against his shoulder and you could feel the nervous breath stuttering in his lungs.

He allowed his eyes to drift down your body, settling on the team logo emblazoned on your chest. The sweater was much too big on you, made for his broad shoulders and not your frame, but it suited you. He smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist, keeping you close--even sitting sedentary, the cliff worried him.

“You’re wearing my sweatshirt.”

“Yep.” You slide the sleeves over your hands, cushioning them to slap at him playfully.

He laughed, dodging your attacks but nimbly grabbing your wrists by the joint. “I’m not getting it back, am I,” he said, more of a defeated statement of fact than a question.

You giggled, and facing him from this angle, it’s like you were wearing the moon as a tiara. “Not unless you wanna see what’s underneath.”

Jean blinked, careful not to betray his surprise, “You’re saucy for three in the morning. What’s gotten into you?”

The playfulness in your core dies down, replaced with that familiar gnawing whenever his skin brushed yours. “Couldn’t sleep,” you shrugged.

When you shimmied your hips, Jean lifted you by the waist and helped you sit on the hood. He leaned back, using his hands to support himself, and despite your new elevation, he stood, all six-foot-two of him, towering over you. You balled your fists, pretending the sight didn’t make your knees weak.

“You know if you can’t sleep, you can always call me, right?” he asked carefully, keeping his eyes on the horizon.

“I don’t wanna bother you. You deserve to sleep, too.”

“You’re more important to me than that.” A hasty swallow, a breathy laugh. “Besides, everyone thinks I’m a big grump anyways, so it only adds to my image.”

“They only think that because you let them,” you said. “Why don’t you let people in? Why don’t you let them see what I see?”

He turned, hazel eyes charged with energy from the night sky. “What do you see, princess?”

“I see my best friend! I see the boy I grew up with now turned into a man, a man with his own morals and sense of truth and loyalty, who would never, ever leave me behind. I see a man too smart for his own good, someone who is capable and strong but doubts himself!” You’re out of breath, but the words just keep tumbling out. “I see a leader, a go-getter, someone honest and compassionate and true, who would die before he lets his friends down. That’s who I see, Jean, I see you as the man I fell in love with and I have no idea where I would be without you in my life.”

Somehow your hands had become entangled around his shoulders, pressing hot against his neck before sliding up his jaw to cup his cheeks, making him look at you shining with tears and love and moonlight. It spilled out of you like water, though your eyes were dry.

And that’s when something funny happened. He looked like he had just been punched in the gut because he had--you made him feel weak, stabbed right through the chink in the armor he so tightly fastened around his heart, but instead of deflating at the intrusion, he blossomed; with you his heart swelled till it burst, showering you in love and adoration and something shining brighter than the moon watching above your heads.

“I thought I’d never hear you say those words,” he gasped, laughing as he leaned his forehead down into yours. “I really--I didn’t--”

“Say what words?” you asked innocently, needing, bleeding, to hear him say it back.

“I love you. Oh my God, I love you so much, come here.”

Jean pulled you close on the hood and kissed you, so dizzying that it was a bit concerning, considering you two were perched on a cliff, but at that moment it didn’t matter; the moon could have dropped out of orbit, the world could have collapsed, you could have fallen from the sky and it wouldn’t have mattered, not as long as his lips were on yours.

He was warm in the cool night air, frenzied as you two fought with and against each other. It was less of a dance and more of a battle as all the tension from all those years rushed from one and into the other. It was all grabbing hands and knocking teeth and clawing fingers; you knocked off his cap as you tangled in his ash brown hair, and he nearly picked you up with how hard he was holding your waist.

Then, when common sense burrowed itself back into his brain, he leaned away, tongue severing the thin string of saliva tethering you. His absence drew a whimper from you as you struggled to open your eyes, so lost and drunk on this feeling, the feeling of finally and forever.

“Jean…” you whined, but he gently shushed you, trailing his thumb over your chin and swiping against your bottom lip before coming up to your cheekbone and caressing the soft skin.

What kind of man was he, kissing the girl he loved for the first time like a random hook-up at a party?

No, you were worth more than that, and you deserved more than that. He was a romantic, and you were his princess; he had to be gentle with you, soft, now that he held your heart in his hands.

“Most beautiful girl in the world,” he hummed, lightly pressing his lips below your ear, met with goosebumps flooding down your skin. “Let me give you a proper kiss.”

And he did. It was good and proper, sweet yet still feisty--this was more like the waltz you had envisioned sharing with him. In this one soft kiss, he let out every sensitive emotion, cupping your face in his hands as if it were glass, drinking from your lips as if you were a fountain that would never ever run dry.

Soft sighs and sounds escaped your diaphragm as you melted in his hands. You ran your fingers gingerly across his well-muscled biceps, dipping onto his chest, before settling contendly at his waist. Caressing him softly, you laved all the love you could into him, like he was the prize you deserved after a hard-fought life.

This was the I love you kiss.

Jean pulled away with a whisper of your name, dropping another kiss to your forehead before wrapping you up in a suffocating hug. “It feels so good to hold you like this,” he cooed, “in my arms, against my chest. Like...like I’ve always dreamed.” He perched his head on top of yours, humming, stroking up and down your back. “If I could stay right here with you forever, I would.”

“We can.”

“But finals…”

You hushed him with another kiss, one that had him laughing and blushing against your lips.

“Okay,” he grinned. “No finals talk. Not tonight.”

He squeezed you closer as the wind blew harder--the one downside of living on a cliffside beach--and you nosed along his neck. “Are you cold?”

Despite his shaking head, you squirmed out of his embrace and began peeling off the shirt he had given you, but he gently stopped your hands, intertwining them with his.

“Keep it. You look good wearing my clothes,” he said, to which you had a physical reaction to his sincerity.

“Aww, you’re blushing like a rose.” He leaned down and pecked the space between your eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. ‘S cute, princess.”

“Gonna keep calling me that?”

“Mmmhm.” He kissed the tip of your nose, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “Because you’re my pretty little flower, my princess. For as long as you’ll have me.”

“That will be a very long time, my love.”

This cliff high above the waves was made for childhood friends, for the lovers who always knew but couldn’t act, for the breathless and wild, for the safe and secure, a place to talk and dream and adore in the other’s arms, kissed by moonlight and blessed by the stars.

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Kofi

Nswf and swf hc with poly Jean Kristen and eren yeager with male reader

Poly Jean and eren with a male S/O head cannons

Omg I’m sorry this took so long but I still hope you like it ;D

Female aligned dni 18+ only blog, NSFW content below

When you first met Jean you were hanging out with eren and then it all started. It all started as rivals but then they began to realize that they liked each other too so they decided to share you.

The three of you like to lay in bed together on your free time, you also like to have small dates when you three have free time off from the corp.

Eren and jean get very jealous and possessive when you give your attention to anyone else.

Eren and Jean love to wake up and see you in their clothes in the morning time.

NSFW

Eren and jean are both doms but eren is a degrading dom while jean will worship and please your body as much as you like.

You guys first time was very slow and intimate eren was fucking you while jean was kissing and leaving bite marks on your chest neck and thighs while praising you over and over again.

Eren fucking your through while Jean fucks you from behind with a firm grip on your hips and murmuring how good you are over snd over again while eren calls you a whore and degrades the shit out of you while his dick Is in your mouth.

Jean who stocks your dick while you cock worm him and eren playing with your nipples with his hands while giving sloppy kisses to you and Jean.

BEFORE THE RUMBLING!!

Levi x Reader

Mentions: angst, pregnancy, and fluff

Random story I just created

More than likely to have errors it’s 1:50am and I’m TIRED.

Instagram: Cornerofdesires (artist)

Levi x Reader

Things have been always out of control in paradis. You and Levi have been together in secret. Yes he was a busy man however he had the time to build a hidden home. Had the time to visit you as much as he could. It was often.

“It’s been awhile..” you said twiddling with your fingers. “ I know. I’m glad you’re safe” he said suddenly holding you tight. “I have something to confess.” You spoke. Levi stepped back. He started to panic.

Many thoughts ran through his head.

“Maybe she found someone else?”

“ maybe I don’t make her happy enough?”

“ Did I do something wrong?”

“ She probably hates that I haven’t visited her in a month”

“Does she want to kill me?”

“ she doesn’t love me anymore?”

He calmed himself down. “Yes? What is it?” He said with a calm voice. You placed your hand on you lower tummy. A barely visible bump. “ I’m pregnant.” He chuckled. “No you’re not.” You got angry and slapped him. “I’m pregnant!” You yelled . “ you can’t be. Not right now. Not with all of this shit going on.” He said sternly yet crying. Crying because he knew he wouldn’t be around 24/7 during your pregnancy. Worried something can happen to you. He’s lost almost everyone he’s cared for. “ Why are you crying?” You asked wiping his tears away. “You c-can’t be. I’m happy yes. That we’re together. That I’ll be a father but I’m scared something might happen to you. I promise I’ll be here as much as I can. I love you.” He spoke holding your hands. “ I love you Levi. Calm down. We will get through this together.”

Soon enough years later Levi informed Hange about you. She was shocked.

“Hey little guy copy and paste. Very strange how genes work.” She spoke. “ Hi lady” he replied sitting on your lap. “This is my wife. Y/n Ackerman and our son Levi Ackerman jr.” Levi said flicking hanges forehead.

Hange wished Erwin could’ve met you and your son. Erwin knew, Levi told him as soon as he got back to work after you had told him. Which is the reason he would come home a lot more often during your pregnancy. Erwin met him only twice. At a year old and at 3yrs.

“ what’s that?” Levi asked. Hange burst out in excitement “ some gifts for the baby!” She replied

You opened the big box. There were a lot of baby supplies and toys. Your eyes widened when you saw a fake mini odm gear.

“ maybe he’ll be interested to join the scouts one day.” She said. Levi quickly spoke. “ there won’t be any need of him thinking about joining. I’m sure everything will be fine by then.”

He rubbed your back giving you a peck on the cheek.

Time went by. Levi left early in the morning. Leaving a letter behind.

My dearest y/n,

I won’t be back home for a while. A few weeks? Months? You need to stay strong. Not only for yourself but for our child. I’ve left many supplies for emergencies along with more hunting materials in the cellar.I love you and our baby boy very much, more than anything. I’ll be thinking about you and Levi Jr everyday like I always do. My beautiful family. I promise this world will change soon.

Ps,

When you get lonely think of me and you’ll definitely release. ;)

Love you my dearest y/n

Love you my wonderful son

You read the letter with a smile and tears slipping. Levi can always make you laugh with his dirty words. You knew he’d come back even though you worry 24/7 when he’s gone.

It’s been a 1 1/2 year. Levi hadn’t come home. You had come to the conclusion that he’s dead. You were heartbroken and Levi jr knew something was bothering you. He’d ask frequently about his father and your responses were along the lines of the military is a work that takes up a lot of time. That his dad was humanity’s strongest soldier.

Since you lived in a hidden part of paradis there wasn’t much you knew. The last thing you knew was the scouts infiltrating Marley as Levi had said when he returned then left.

Another few months went by. You were going insane. Crying everyday when your son was asleep.

“ He’s gone and left me alone. Humanity’s strongest soldier.. it was all a lie.” You cried into his coat. Your heart couldn’t take it anymore. “ how could you do this to me. You promised you’d come home. To our son and I.” Your body trembled and your knees gave out on you. Your body touched the ground. “ m-mama!” Your son cried seeing you fall. He looked around trying to find a way to help you. “ mama wait!” He yelled grabbing a cloth from the table and pulled the chair out. “ up mama up. You can do it.” He held your hand.

Flashback

“Up y/n up. You can do it.” Levi said with a tch afterwards. You had just fallen due to tripping hard. You cried as he held your hand.

“There mama see you’re good.” Levi jr said as you sat down on the chair. It’s crazy how he’s identical to Levi. You remember what his letter said. “You need to stay strong. Not only for yourself but for our child.”

That got you back on track.

“Why are you crying mama?” He asked as you picked him up. “ I miss daddy that’s all. He should be home soon.” You replied. You did miss him but in your mind he wasn’t coming back. Not at all. He was K.I.A. “He’s coming home! Really!? My birthday is next week! so cool!” He was so excited. Full of hope and faith that his father would come home just in time for his 5th birthday.

The day of Levi jr’s 4th birthday was such a sad event. His dad was a no show. He still ate a pie you baked. You still sung his Happy Birthday. He still got a great gift. You always make them. After awhile Levi jr stopped asking for his father. He didn’t care about him.

Another year passed.

He was more focused on learning from his teacher, you. He learned how to read, write and learned many other subjects. He eventually helped you do cute little tasks around the house.

Setting up the table

Organizing your books

Clean up his toys

Help you sweep. (Didn’t do it 100% right but you appreciated the help)

You were slowly forgetting Levi. Getting used to living calmly with your little boy. Happy. “Mama it’s almost lunch time.” Levi jr said excitedly. Lunch is his favorite meal of the day. You walked outside shooting a goose. “Sweetheart wait here.” You ordered him. You walked over to pick up lunch. “ Hello ma’am?” A man spoke you quickly grabbed the arrow you shot the goose with and held it to his throat. He had beautiful ocean blue eyes and blonde hair. “Come back here and I’ll make sure you won’t live to see another day.” You spoke. “ Are you Y/n Ackerman?” He asked with a gulp following after. “ What’s your business?” You replied pressing the tip of the arrow enough to prick his neck. “ I’m Armin Arlert your husband is asking for you. There was a war. He was injured. It took awhile for him to recover. He asked me to come here until he was fully recovered. Here I am.” He said.

Levi jr quickly ran outside cutting the back of Armins knees. Not deeply enough to cause damage. You taught him how to defend himself. Armin hissed. Then looked at the little guy.

“Levi was correct. Copy and paste.” He spoke.

“ w-where is he now?” You asked carrying jr. “Good job Levi. You’re doing great.” Armin looked confused but then realized it’s important to fight. “Back at his house. Everything is peaceful now without the titans.”

You invited Armin into the house. As you cleaned his wounds he explained everything. You were still cautious so you kept a knife close by.

“ y/n?” Levi spoke. You saw him. His injuries. His fingers, he has faint scars on his face and his eye was white. He’s in a wheelchair so his leg must be broken. “Levi!” You spoke bending down to hug him tight. Your body shook. You couldn’t believe you were touching him. “You piece of shit. God I’ve missed so much. I love you.” You cried. “ I love you. I’ve missed you all along. I’m sorry I ended up like this.” He replied. You let him go. “ it doesn’t matter. I’m glad you’re safe. You’re wi-” you got interrupted. “ Mama!!” You turned and saw Armin chasing Levi jr. You giggled as he hugged your waist.

He immediately went silent as he saw his father. He starred at him looking at his facial features. He noticed how identical they looked.

“D-Dada?” He spoke with his hands trembling as they held your long skirt. “ yeah bud it’s me. You’ve grown so much.” Levi replied tears slipping.

Levi jr burst out in tears jumping onto his father’s lap. Levi held him close. “Dada you never came home. Mama cried everyday.” You frowned. You thought he never heard you. “ you stayed strong for mama?” He asked. Levi jr nodded giving him a bright smile. “Yes and for me too. We both did our best everyday! Cleaning and hunting and school!” He giggled. Levi pecked his cheek stating “From now on I’ll always be here with you both. I love you my son and my dearest wife.” You couldn’t help but cry.

“We love you too d-dada so much” Levi jr said with a sniffle.

As time went by you and your family were happy. Everyday was full of craziness. Some days weren’t perfect but they were beautiful.

The Ackerman family grew. You now have 2 boys and a little girl. The new house you guys lived in was amazing.

Later on you guys got a cat.

Life for the Ackerman Family was finally peaceful.

Kids Names ( levi wanted a L babies)

Levi Ackerman Jr

Lonny Ackerman

Lilly Ackerman

Cats name

Sparkles

BEFORE THE RUMBLING!!

Eren x Reader

Mentions: pregnant, verbal abuse, angst.

Will have errors. 2:57am writing.

Minimal 18+

Minors don’t interact.

During the time the scouts were capturing Annie. You saw the destruction. The buildings falling, the awful sounds of people screaming. You saw it all at a distance. Your home was perfectly safe. You were lucky your side of town wasn’t destroyed. Not a single scratch.

Just because there wasn’t a scratch doesn’t mean you weren’t hurt. Your mother died that day. Only you and your father remained.

One day you were walking around taking in the damage titans do. Thinking :If it’s scary with only two titans…imagine what the scouts see outside the walls.

You tripped over some rubble landing on your stomach. Your dress definitely got stained. “Oh here let me help you.” A guy said helping you up. Your eyes widened. “It’s you..Eren Yeager…Titan.” You spoke backing away.

Eren saw your used to be clean cut dress. Your jewelry and purse. He’s never seen such a beautiful sight. His heart stopped for a second.

“ please don’t be alarmed. I only need a breather right now” he said. You relaxed. “ I’ve always wondered what it would be like beyond the walls…the scouts are brave. You’re discovering the answers people ask themselves.” You spoke sitting down with him at a nearby bench. “ the answers are difficult to find. It can drive you insane. I’m not giving up.” He replied looking up to the stars.

You looked over at him smiling softly. You stared at his beautiful features. His nice sharp jawline. His lips. His eyes. You’re blushing.

“ I’m Y/n. It’s very nice to meet you Eren.” He chuckled, “Yeah nice to meet you too.” “ Eren. Let’s go.” a girl said grabbing his arm. She must like him. Maybe that’s his girlfriend? “ Mikasa. I’m having a conversation with someone.” He said taking her arm off him. “I umm..if you really need to go I understand.” You said. “ We don’t have the luxury to have time off like you and your people.” She said rudely. You frowned. She’s right.

You live a comfortable life. You have a nice 2 story house. Fancy clothing and accessories. Wonderful meals everyday. You have luxury other people don’t have. All that makes you grateful for what you have. The situation was definitely awkward as hell.

“ Hey we can meet again. Tomorrow at midnight.” He proposed. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this. Making friends with people think is a criminal but you couldn’t help it. Something inside you just exploded.“ O-okay yeah definitely. We can meet here.” You replied standing up from the bench fixing your dress.“ Have a nice night lady y/n.” He said waving goodbye. “Bye Eren.” You said making your way home. Your hair blew from the slightly wind. You were feeling something you’ve never felt before. You were charmed by his kindness and beauty.

You’ve been meeting Eren a lot the next couple months. Sometimes you’d sneak out of town. Especially when your dad was working. You felt like a total rebel. There was a time where Eren, Armin and Mikasa needed hiding. You allowed them to take shelter at your house. You couldn’t believe you allowed it but you had many moments with them.

“ Is there really such places?” You asked Armin. Very curious. “ yes and one day we can get to see it. Isn’t it exciting. A huge ocean. Hot red mountains. Land of only sand for miles.” He replied. You were amazed by his knowledge. You looked out the window. “ it is exciting. I wish I could tell others here…but they’d think I’m crazy. All they know is titans roam around all the time waiting to kill.” You replied with a sigh afterwards. You wished maybe in your next life you’d be able to see everything Armin described to you.

As nightfall came and the night was dark and silent. Eren came upstairs from the cellar.

“ You’re so beautiful.” Eren spoke as he saw you undress from your beautiful long blue dress. You two got carried away. Allowing lust to take full control. You were both on your bed. You gave yourself to him completely. He gave himself to you. It was a night of pure bliss.

“ s-so good y/n” he groaned hiding his face in your neck. Your body trembled with pleasure. “Eren I feel something” you spoke and suddenly moaned out loudly. “ yeah my love? Feels good doesn’t it.” He chuckled thrusting harder. You can hear the squelching and the slapping of skin. Your body was overflowing with pleasure. You felt him deep inside you. Eren reached your special spot. “ y-yes a~ah. Uhh e-eren. There. Just like that.” You said scratching his back. He hissed but continued. You both were losing your minds. Lust overtook your minds. Moans and groans bounced off the walls. The room smelled of sex. Your bodies were sweaty. You didn’t care who was hearing. You were consumed by the pleasure.“ E-Eren. I love you. I- close..” you said and released. “ I love you y/n” he groaned releasing his thick white cum in you. You milked him perfectly. Every last drop. After you both were at a clear state of mine. You both realized what you’ve done. “ I- okay…maybe there’s not a high possibility?” He said. “Are you kidding?” You replied with a dumbfounded look on your face.

Both of you were in a bad situation. You were both young. 17. You’d be wanted gone. It’s improper for a lady to be pregnant without a husband. No one besides his childhood friends knew you were dating.

“Eren. What are we going to do?” You asked as he cleaned you up. “I can’t drag you into the scouts life. You’re the safest here.” He replied getting the bath ready. “ No I’m not. I’m single to everyone here. I can’t just suddenly be pregnant without being married. Gosh. My father is going to kill me. I’ll be the fucking scandal of the year.” You said almost crying. You held your tears back. Dominating your feelings. “ it doesn’t matter. The baby is important. More than people’s stupid opinions.” He replied.

3 months passed and you couldn’t hide your pregnancy anymore. You finally decided to confess to your father about the entire situation.

“ I became friends with Eren Yeager. We fell in love and I sheltered him and his friends the week you were out of town. Things got heated and now I’m here 3 months pregnant.” You said quickly and almost out of breath. Your father took awhile to process the entire thing. “ from now on you’re not allowed to leave this house. You’re a dirty woman without a husband. Knocked up by a criminal. I’ll figure things out for you.” He said. You didn’t cry of course. You saw this coming.

Weeks passed. Armin and Mikasa always brought eren to you when they weren’t busy. “ 4 months. That’s exciting. I know things are very rough right now but we’ve got this.” Eren spoke trying to be optimistic. You knew this was a shit situation. He was at risk everyday. You weren’t surprised if he died the next day. You all heard the door opening downstairs. “ Eren we have to go.” Mikasa spoke urgently. “ I love you y/n. I love you so much. Our baby too.” He said hugging you. “I love you too.” You said crying hugging him tight. “ Eren hurry.” Armin said. “y/n? Sweetheart? You there?” Your father asked knocking on your door. You said your goodbyes. “ yeah dad come in” you said wiping your tears. As he walked in. “ I want you to meet someone.” He said. You made your way downstairs with him entering the living room. “Y/n this is William Jones. He’s taken an interest in you. He is aware of your situation.” Your father said. “ Hello lady y/n I’m Mr. Jones. It’s nice meeting you.” He said kissing your hand. “ it’s nice to meet you as well Mr. Jones. I do have a question. Why have you taken an interest in me?” You asked sitting down carefully. “ You’ve always known men desire you. You’re young, beautiful, healthy. Overall perfect. You’d make a great wife. I’m wealthy. I’m 26. I need to marry already and have an heir to my business.” He replied. You did have the skills of a wife. You cook, clean and you care.

You married William Jones. The wedding was beautiful. Your dress was beautiful. It brought out your beauty. Your invites were so excited for you. There was one flaw. The person you wanted to marry was Eren. “ y/n do you take William Jones as your husband? To love and to hold.?” This question made you cry. You pretended it was Eren holding your hands and standing in front of you. “yes. I do.” You stated. You imagined Eren was the one putting the ring on you. The one who kissed you. You didn’t allow the sadness completely take you. You did enjoy dancing and eating cake.

Even after the wedding there were days Eren would visit. He hated the fact that you’re married to someone else. He knew it was for the best. He knew you’d be in good hands. That you’ll have a good home and a good life. He loves you. He always says that when greeting and leaving you.

“It’s a baby boy.” Your doctor said. You smiled and suddenly your vision blurred. Birthing was hard. When you woke up. William was by your side holding the baby. “ my baby boy.” You said sitting up carefully. “ what are you naming him?” He asked handing him to you. You held him in your arms. He’s so precious. “ Eren his name will be Eren.” You said happily. The baby cried. You pecked his head softly. “ shh shh my love. It’s okay.” You comforted him. He stopped crying. He knew he was in his mother’s arms.

Months passed and Eren would visit. In secret. “I love you buddy. I’m sorry I can’t be with you and momma everyday. I’m happy I get to see you grow. You’re so strong and healthy.” Eren said to his son. You smiled. “He looks like you very handsome.” You said allowing him to carry baby eren. “ that’s our son. He’ll have girls crushing on him left and right. He’ll be a gentleman. Treat women with respect. He’ll be strong and honest. Very intelligent and hardworking.” He replied.

Years passed. Baby Eren is 2 years old now. Some nights Eren would come over only to visit his son in the middle of night without you knowing. “ Sasha is such a fun girl. She’s hungry 24/7. She always makes the group laugh with her silliness. When she dies things will be different.Oh and then there’s Levi. He’s the exact opposite. Very grouchy. Works us to the bone everyday but he has a nice side. Although he doesn’t show it much I know he cares. Armin..he’s my best friend. I know none of us would be alive if it weren’t for him. He’s very intelligent. He’s shy. It’s cute. He keeps me grounded. Mikasa..she’s always behind me. On my ass. Shes also kept me alive. I cherish them so much. They’re my family. Then there’s the commanders. Crazy but smart. Erwin is a monster. Risks a lot of things. Comes up with amazing plans. They almost always work. He’ll die in the near future and the Hange will commander. Once she dies it will be Armin. Hange is strange. She’s not only a scout but a scientist. She is in love with studying titans. She loves studying on how I heal fast and how I trigger my power. Both commanders have all my respect. Captain Levi too. Jean and Connie. Those crazy fuckers. Together they’re dumb and dumber. You’ll have fun days with them. Everyone I care about are good people. They all don’t give up. They all have strong hearts.” Eren said. He told him many moments he’s had with his friends.

“ My little Eren. Don’t forget I love you. You must take care of your momma when you grow up. I love you very much. I’m sorry I won’t be able to be here for you both. I’m sorry for all the horrible things I’ve done and the ones I will commit.” Eren spoke to him. Tears slipped from his face onto the baby’s clothes . “W-what’s going to happen eren?” You asked. You felt something in your stomach. You felt nauseous. “ E-Eren tell me.” You said crying. “ y/n I love you. I promise you the world will change. Titans won’t be something to be worried about anymore. You’ll have freedom.I have to go but remember all the moments in time we’ve had together. I’m in love with you. Thank you..for birthing our son.” He spoke and kissed you afterwards. “ I’m in love with the you too.”

You cried your heart out for days. You knew he was never coming back. William finally knew why.

“ You really love him?” He asked you carrying eren. “Yes and he’ll always hold a special place in my heart.” You replied looking at baby Eren. His full name Eren Yeager Jones. You didn’t mind Jones. After all you are married to William. “ I know I’m not him but I’ve always promised you a good life. I’ve kept my promise and I always will. You’re my wife. Yes I did it out of interest but..I’ve grown to love you. You’re smart, stubborn and genuine. Little things you do made me fall for you. I’ll always treasure you and baby Eren. He’s not my son by blood but he is by heart.” William said. It made you burst into tears.

“Armin you have to promise me you’ll visit her and baby Eren often with Mikasa as well. You 4 are the most important people in my life. I love you all. I’m sorry for all the horrores I’ve committed.” Eren said to Armin. “ We committed them together. I promise I’ll visit them. How could I not.” He replied.

3 years have passed.

“ I finally get to meet Eren.” Levi spoke. The 5 yr old stood beside you. Levi stayed silent as he stared at your son. “ Happy Birthday Eren!” Jean said setting his present on the table.

Ever since baby Eren was born. His father spoke about his friends to him. Told him stories about the good times he’s had. Baby Eren thought hard.

“Momma that Levi.” He stated waving Hi to him. Your looked down at him. “ how do you know?” You asked. “ Dada told me about his friends. He said Levi was grouchy but has a nice side.” He sat on the chair. “Dada said friend Sasha loved food.” He continued.

Jean and Connie couldn’t help but tear up. They had lumps in throat. Everyone was confused and shocked on why and how he knows that.

“ What else did he say bud?” William said carrying him. “ that his commanders were crazy but very smart. That uncle Armin is shy. He said it’s cute.” He giggled. You pecked his cheek. “ Dada said he loves everyone.” You smiled. Eren did commit so many horrifying things. Murdered so many man women and children. He went about it the wrong way. He was aware of that. Regardless of all that he never stopped loving his friends and family.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday Dear Eren happy Birthday to you.” They all sang. Baby Eren blew the candles out. His wish was so lovely.

“ what did you wish for kid?” Levi asked. “ I wished for a bike.” He lied. “ Well it came true.” Jean said pointing at the wrapped bike.

Eren’s true wish was that his friends and family stay happy and live long lives just like his dad wished too.

“ woah!” He exclaimed seeing his awesome blue and white bike as he unwrapped it. “ say thanks to Uncle Jean.” You said. “ thanks uncle Jean. Thanks everyone for my presents.” He thanked everyone with a blush on his face. He looked so much like Eren. His teal blue eyes. His long lashes and adorable nose. His brown hair. “Open mine next.” Armin said setting a box infront of him. Eren struggled to open it but eventually did. He looked around it. It had children’s books. Pencils journals for school. Most importantly.Photos . Eren picked up the frames and looked at the photos of a man. He knew it was his father. “ It’s Dada.” He said crying. “ Oh sweetie.” You carried him. Looking at the photos. It was Eren holding his baby boy close to him and one with the 3 of you. You looked over at Armin. “ You guys weren’t looking.” Was all he said. William rubbing your lower back towering over you and eren. “Eren you are so loved. You’re so special and precious to everyone here.” William spoke. “ I love everyone dada. You and mama and uncles and auntie too!” He said crying.

“ you jealous you didn’t have a kid with Eren?” Levi asked Mikasa. Teasing her. “ I’m still in love with Eren. He didnt feel the same. That doesn’t mean I’m jealous that I didn’t have a child with him. I’m glad to see a part of him is still in this world.” She replied. “Me too.” Levi replied.

Levi and Mikasa understood each other. Clearly.

As time passed by. Your family grew. “ one more?” William asked hugging you from behind as you cooked. “ Will. That would be our four one.” You replied smiling. “One more wouldn’t hurt.” He said pecking your cheek. Eren still holds a special place in your heart. You thought about progress in your life. You have a wonderful man by your side a beautiful son and a good life. Baby 2 came then 3. “ one more wouldn’t hurt. Let’s do it.” You replied finishing cooking. “ I love you y/n” William said. He set up the table. “Grandpa!!” Eren yelled running to him. They hugged. “ Dad just in time.” You said. “ you noticed the flowers in his hands. “ you’re coming with us?” You asked. Your father didn’t like Eren for leaving you. Although he had no choice. After lunch you were going to Eren’s grave. “ it’s about time. I shouldn’t be mad. He’s given me such a cute grandson” he said walking to the table with baby Eren. Your tears slipped. “ oh my love it’s okay.” William wipes your tears. You smiled. You’re happy. With your family. William served dinner. “ yum yum!” Baby Eren exclaimed.

You visited Eren twice a week with your family.

William, your kids, your father, Mikasa and Armin.

Erens birthday toys:

Family photos

Bicycle

Children’s stories

Journals

Pencils

Stuffed teddy bear

Clothes

Art book with watercolor paints

Toy cars

Sling shot

Animal cookie cutters.

A weird jumping thing Levi made.

Small trampoline.

Eren loved all his toys.

a dance or two

jean kirstein x reader (strangers to lovers i think??)

the eldian peace ambassadors receive invites to a fancy ball. amongst the sea of glittering gowns and suits, you catch the eyes of jean, who notices you in a corner silently sipping on champagne.

“no one to dance with?” jean asks, a mischievous glint is his eyes as he approaches you amidst the waltzing couples.

the the ballroom was decorated in grand gold and velvet silks and ornate chandeliers. the air, filled with the scent of roses as well as the chatter of guests, atmosphere was charged with sophistication, but for you, it felt like being on the sidelines of a world you couldn't quite embrace. "guess not," you mumbled, avoiding his gaze, opting to glance at the dance floor.

with a playful twinkle in his eyes, jean extends one hand and places his other behind his back. “well, that’s about to change. my name is jean, if you didn’t know.” how could you not know his name? he and his friends stopped the rumbling after all. reluctantly, you took his hand, allowing yourself to be led onto the dance floor. the music enveloped you both as you swayed to the rhythm of the waltz. one hand found your hip, his other guiding and swaying to the music. some looked at you with jealously, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the handsome man in front of you.

“you look wonderful tonight.”

you blush, and he raises his arm to twirl you around. you couldn’t help but chuckle, making his smile wider. “so do you, jean.”

you met jean’s eyes, a warmth in his gaze. "see, not so bad, was it?"

you couldn't help but smile. "guess i can survive a dance or two.” the music changes, its tempo slowing, and you find yourselves in a gentle embrace.

as the second song dies down, the world slowly drew back to its original pace, jean’s hands on your hip tightens slightly.

“perhaps…we can do something like this again sometime?” jean stammers, face turning pink.

“you mean, like a date?”

he stammers a yes and you smiled, reaching out to wrap your arms around him. “of course.” he buries his face into the crook of your neck with a relieved sigh, and the two of you remain like that until the music comes to a full stop, applause starting. parting ways to regroup with his friends who are smiling cheekily at the two of you by the side, jean places a featherlight kiss onto the back of your hand. the ball comes to an end, leaving the two of you to replay the night in your heads over and over again.

Can you do Jean or Hange spicy hcs? Or if you aren't comfortable some comfort hcs pls😳👀🙏🏾

Hi! Thank you for requesting! I do have in my rules that I won’t be writing NSFW fics atm, so I did comfort hcs. I hope that’s alright!! ☺️

Jean:

Jean is a natural born leader, Marco said it himself

This is because of his ability to interpret his peers, and if you were his s/o, he would be extra attentive

The longer you are together, the better he’d notice your little tells

However, if you were trying to get the message that something was bothering you purposefully…

I think it’d take him a lot longer to figure it out

Even if he could tell that you needed comforting, he’d be horrible at approaching it

He’s too straight forward and hot headed to be soft and cuddly

If you were upset because someone had said something hurtful towards you, you bet he’d be seeking them out to give them a good beating

But if you were suffering due to your own thoughts, and the only person he could beat up was yourself, he’d be at a loss

Tell him that you want to cuddle, or if you want him to just sit with you as you pour your heart out and he’ll do it

That’s not to say that he’s not restless

This man is used to fighting away his problems, even though he wants the easy life

He’d listen to you complain, cry, or talk yourself down

That is one thing he will never let you do

You try saying that you thought you looked fat in your uniform that day or you think the most recent deaths of your comrades were your fault, and he’ll compliment you so hard

He tolerates no such thing, telling you everything he loves about you

Sure, it may be said in a loud and almost angry way, but it’s because he cares for you and wants to prove that there is no reason you should feel that way

When this happens, please thank him and say it helped

That way he’ll think he’s done his job

As time goes by and the two of you have a very healthy and loving relationship, he’ll be able to adjust to comfort you exactly the way you need him to

He’ll get used to how you react to certain types of comfort and change accordingly

Over time, he’ll surely get softer, being able to just lay together and cuddle if you need it

He’ll whisper about how much he loves you if he thinks that’ll help the most

Or, he’ll stay quiet and let you cry into his shoulder

He wouldn’t be as restless during times he needs to comfort you

That’s not to say that once you feel better or if you fall asleep beside him he won’t leave and beat someone or something up

Depends on what has put you down, he’ll comfort differently

Hange:

Queen of comforting you

Extremely observant, she could probably tell that you were bothered by something by the pace of your breathing

When she’s cheerful and what is bothering you isn’t too serious, she’d want to distract you

She might bring you to see her latest titan experiments or to go annoy Levi

Don’t even bother trying to tell her that you need to talk to someone, she’ll show up at your door in the morning because she “sensed” that you needed it

Honestly, her massive smile and excitedness are almost enough to cheer you up

Cuddles, and lots of them

Depending on what you were down about, the longer the cuddles are

She is also no stranger to the feeling of discomfort and stress after being in the Survey Corps for so long, so she’ll be able to tell what’s bothering you

Hange is also totally up to beating someone up for you

If Levi was a little harsh to you one day you felt a little sensitive, the midget better run

Most of the time, it’s playful revenge, unless what they did was absolutely awful

It’s just her way of letting you know she loves and cares for you

Definitely able to snap out of her boisterous mood if she discovers it’s irritating you when you’re not feeling like yourself

If you were lost in your own thoughts of self-consciousness or had an existential crisis, she’s much more calm

Very willing to talk to you for hours, debunking all your insecurities and worries

Most of the time, she’s honest and hopeful that everything will be fine

However, if you happen to be struggling with something that she’s been bottling up, she’ll open up too

It turns into a little couple’s therapy session, which is very relaxing

On expeditions, if you need her, she’ll be there

She’s probably the best person to be with when taking down titans, as she has such a carefree and refreshing way with titans

That’s instead of being dark and gloomy all the time

If you’d been dropping signs all day that you were bothered by something, she’d burst into your room and push you onto your bed to cuddle

Either that, or drag you out to join her in the lab

If you were crying, she’ll have you laughing in seconds

Hange has so many different ways to comfort you and is never dull

Every time you go to her, she’ll support you in the way you needed it most